Life in a Metro- Episode 3

Pink Pages of Anubhuti's Life

Episode 3

He dropped her home. She felt a kind of relief as she was out of that awkward situation now but she still had this lasting wish of spending some more time with him. With those thoughts she reached home. She went straight up to her room as she wanted some answers from herself. She interrogated herself on her feelings and while she was on with this activity a thought came to her mind, "is it that important?” A feeling that she is unnecessarily tiring herself dawned upon her. She finally decided that she would give it no more a thought. She felt strong as she felt like overcoming his spell.

Next morning when she woke she felt a ringing in her ears of his name. She had that WTF kind of feeling...she felt irritated of her thoughts of him. She never knew controlling her ‘thoughts of him’ would be so difficult. She wanted to deny everything that was taking her towards him. May be she was not able to digest the idea of falling for someone that easily. She wished she could ask her thoughts to ‘lay-off’. She tried her level best to keep her mind stable…away from his thoughts.

With that burden on her mind she reached office and started with the daily routine of sending the Work Plan of the day when she received this beautiful bouquet of flowers delivered to her name. She was amazed and flabbergasted by his act of making an attempt to brighten the things. She felt.. ’Oh please don’t give me another reason to like you more…!’.  She knew from the very beginning that, ’he is a gentleman.’ But she again just wanted to deny all the feelings and thoughts. There she was sitting in the office looking at the flowers and feeling the irony of the situation, that how on her part she is trying her level best to get away from it before getting emotionally involved but the flowers like every girl’s weakness won’t let her come out of it….she felt a queer feeling of pity for herself…

To be continued….

Life In A Metro- Episode 2

Pink Pages of Anubhuti's Life

Episode 2

There she was sitting in the car trying to shed her inhibitions. And now a new thought was pestering her as in what he might have in his mind that he came to meet her; ‘Did he like her?’ or ‘was it just a regular meeting that he was aiming at?’ her confusion was justified as she could not figure out what was going on his mind. In all that befuddlement, she thought of first interrogating herself as in what was her take on it. She wanted to know her feelings about the meeting first. Waves of emotions attacked her from all sides hence she finally decided to put all her thoughts on a halt and just be in the moment. There was then awkward silence that came over. She thought maybe he too was thinking on the same lines. But he seemed very relaxed and she ridiculed herself on that rapid imagination of hers. They had a light conversation as they seem to have a lot in common; hence conversation was not hard to strike. They finally reached the mall.

They sat in a cafe. The ambiance was like any normal cafe, where the seats were arranged in such a way that it seemed that you are accompanied not by one but many. Luckily it was not crowded that day. The seats were uncomfortable like hell for her, and it seemed that he too was feeling the same for the seats. But despite of the uncomfortable seat she enjoyed the conversation with him. It was a plain conversation without any adulteration of unwanted feelings and thoughts. Sometimes how beautiful it is to converse with someone without contaminating the conversation. A pure and undiluted conversation was what they had. He had these mild expressions while he was conversing with her. There was nothing extraordinary about his looks but still there was something enticing about it. She wished the conversation to last a little longer. She was drinking the wonderfulness of the moment and to her surprise without having any feelings for him. Or was she falling for him. As per his feelings she only thought it’s better to be confirmed about hers first.

It was time and they left.

To be continued…

Life In a Metro

Chapter 1

Pink Pages of Anubhuti's life

It was a usual Friday evening in the office when her phone screen flashed. It was his call. She was startled to see his name on the screen. She felt nervous as now she had to talk to him as until now they were just conversing through messages. Actually she was not expecting him to call. With every passing second, her heartbeat was increasing, she didn't know what she would talk to him about as she has not been a good talker, and especially phone calls have always not been a good source of communication for her. Though she was nervous she felt thrilled at the same time as it was his call.

With these thoughts she finally picked the call. He said ‘hello’, and she quickly gathered herself up to answer him in a fear not to sound stupid out of nervousness. Her side of ‘hello’ was now filled with confidence and eagerness of what is to come next. His counter reply almost shocked her as he had come to meet her without any prior notice. It was not long that they had known each other. Moreover, she had planned and imagined their first meeting in completely different fashion. Though she was old school, she quickly responded and packed herself to meet him. She went downstairs. Every step that she took made her more and more uncomfortable. Finally, she was there in front of him. There he was standing looking just decent in a pair of plain jeans and a checked shirt. He had these intriguing eyes as if trying to invade her territory. They shook hands.  In social settings, the gentleman waits for the lady to initiate the shake, but the lady does not refuse a forgetful gentleman’s impatient initiation. To her surprise she noticed that he too was uncomfortable, unaware of what to say to her. He seemed not sure of his decision to come to meet her and she could figure it out. But somehow after having a word with him she herself felt at ease, and she felt no more uncomfortable.

After the casual interaction they mutually decided to go to the nearby mall. Then she moved towards the road side to look for an auto, she looked at him and he pointed towards his car. Again an uncomfortable situation for her but as now she had already agreed to come with him and didn't want to seem stupid, she moved towards the car. She sat and adjusted herself comfortably.

To be continued…

A Day out with my Thoughts

I am sitting at a coffee shop drinking coffee and it’s raining heavily. It’s a heaven like feeling a coffee mug in hand, a big glass window through which every drop of rain is very clearly visible, a pen and a notepad. Rains are always a pleasure to watch, there is this unknown satisfaction that one feels. What else can one ask for, and of course how can I forget the beautiful and lovely faces that I am surrounded with. A feeling of bliss has dawned upon me. A feeling that cannot be penned down. No words seem to be enough to capture what I am feeling right now, but still there is this craving to put it on paper, like an artist. Yes it is the artist that makes sure that all his feelings can be felt in his work of art. But I am no artist. I can just try. But I somehow feel some feelings are best left un described. I guess the beauty lies in the fact that no language can translate that particular feeling into a word, and if it might get a word it will loose its charm.

Wait I see someone approaching me, she seems beautiful and fancy, and polite too as she very politely asks me to sit by my side. I offer the seat next to me and now I have in view her beautiful eyes which are shining like diamonds, they have a spark in them. I am all surprised as unaware of her identity. In an instant she comes very close to me as if trying to reveal her identity. But before she could do that, I am interrupted by another beautiful and strange intruder, without asking she sits next to me, I am unable to react as I am in awe of her beauty. I felt a strange connection to them as if they are my own. Both of them in chorus said "We are your thoughts." In an instant I was filled with thrill to see my thoughts in person.

Every thought that I met while sitting in that coffee shop was beautiful. In fact the beauty of the thoughts was ever increasing. There are so many thoughts that are sitting by my side now each forcing me to pay attention to it, and I a plain being is experiencing a sort of failure for not able to manipulate them. One thing I have understood is that they come on their own will, behave like a hurt school girl if not paid heed to, and to my surprise some even use tempting ways to get attention. They are very reactive; a plain incident seems like a nuclear attack. Fault is mine I have not tamed them and they have become wild now.

Strange is the word!

In conversation with Silence

After my conversation with silence I realized what was missing in life. I never knew that silence was so satisfying. Unlike the people she listened to me patiently. Not only she gave a listening ear but she also guided me to introspection. She told me that when all the voices in the world compete to be listened, she stands in the corner staring at them very well aware of the fact that one of them might win the competition but will not be satisfied, and she embraced me after saying that. I felt the warmth in my mind. My mind which was so restless, rested in her arms like a baby, and she made sure that mind gets some rest like a caring mother.

In the process she also made me meet myself when I was so busy and interested in meeting others. And to my surprise I was charmed by myself after the meeting. She made me realize that the things I am searching outside lies within me. Like a true lover she made me realize my true potential. Otherwise up till now I was just involved in increasing the noise pollution.

In the beginning, to be very frank, I felt a bit uncomfortable in striking a conversation with Silence and fortunately she took the charge and led the conversation. In the process she revealed that she and Love are best of friends, and how Love feels enliven only in her presence. She also shared that love feels uncomfortable when a lot of Words come marching towards him. I felt the irony. Her statement made me realize that how lame are we, that we grope for words when they are not even necessary sometimes. She appreciated my listening but in the end also warned from becoming a recluse.

I told her that I like spending time with her and also asked her to bring her friend Love next time to join the conversation.

Trying to find my refuge in Silence.

Find God Elsewhere

Uttarkhand is known as Dev Bhumi, but now in the future it would have a completely different identification. The incident has shaken every individual. And we cannot even imagine the state of the people who witnessed it live. This tragic incident will make its place in the history books. Thanks to all the wonderful people who went there in search of God. And, I pity the young kids who lost their families and the irony is that they are unknown to the meaning of God and pilgrimage.

For God sake stop finding God at pilgrimages. I sometimes wonder who actually took this wonderful initiative of making pilgrimages, and that too at the most scariest places of all. Hats off to them as they very calculatively chose the spot to make sure it becomes a herculean task. It seems less of a journey to salvation (who knows about it) and more of a journey to death bed. And we all go to these places with all the enthusiasm, as if God is hosting some show called ‘Khatron ke khiladi’, and in return he would be rewarding us. Yes! These journeys have been rewarding many times and this time the reward is beyond calculation.

I don’t understand why we all fall in trap of this process. I can bet that whether its young or old generation everybody is aware of the fact that God is present everywhere, God is Omnipresent, but still we go there thinking that only blessed gets a chance to make this journey. This superstition people are carrying with them from centuries. The incident of Uttarakhand proves that the people are blindfolded by superstition. I think Mr. Superstition has read the theory of Charles Darwin, ‘Survival Of the Fittest’. Its time people stop nurturing their superstitions.

I feel very sorry for the people who lost their lives and family members.