Friday, July 24, 2009

Mystery Of Love And Lyf

(Vishal’s Room) (11 AM)

It was a very nervous day for all 4th year students. Coz next day they were having interview with a big multi-national company IBM for On-campus placements. Vishal & his batch mates were in his room and discussing all this. Sameer, his roommate, entered the room with two passes in his hand, “Guess what I have got? Vishal said,” No! Don’t tell that you have got them this time. This all is a waste of time only. Mind my words.” Actually, Sameer finally got passes for famous Tarot Card Reader, Madam Maya, for which he was trying from last 2 months. He wants to know that will they make it to placements or not. Vishal didn’t believe in all these things so he was least interested but with friends you sometimes left with no choice. In evening, they both went to Madam Maya’s place. After she told Sameer about his future, Vishal went inside.

Maya: “Hello! Vishal. I know you came here just coz of your friend.”

Vishal:”How do you now this. Oh yes! Sameer has told you.”

Maya: “You know he didn’t tell me anything. I know this, but I too know that you will never believe me.”

Vishal: “If you know then just tell me about tomorrow placements and let me go.”(In a calm voice)

Maya: “You will definitely get it.Coz No one else deserves better place then you.”

Vishal: “Okay! Thanks! I should leave now”. (In a rude manner)

Maya: “Are you sure you don’t want to ask anything more.”

Vishal: “No. I am not interested in knowing my future.”(In a straight voice)

Maya: “Not if it’s related to your past. Specifically, your love” (In a strange voice)

Vishal: “How do you know about it? What about it? “(In an angry but low voice)

Maya: “Love will again come in your life in next 2 years, but the cycle of past will repeat itself in a reverse way” (in a suspicious voice)

Vishal: “What do you mean by that? “(In a doubted voice)

Maya: “You have to find it yourself. You can leave now. “(In a calm voice)

Vishal have no other option but to leave but her words keep echoing in his mind. He told Sameer only about placements not what else Maya has told him.


(Vishal’s Room) (2 AM)

Sameer was sleeping peacefully, while Vishal was still awake. He was sitting on his bed and switching table-lamp button on-off-on-off. (Tak-tick-tak-tick). He was in his past 2 years back:

(College Auditorium)

Vishal was in second year at that time. They have organized a Fresher’s Party for first year students of their college. It was a great night full of masti and bash.

Vishal and Shweta were dancing on the dance floor.

Shweta was Vishal’s beloved. They were friends from 10th class but in college came closer and become lovers. They love each other very much; just Shweta is quite much possessive.

They were dancing beautifully. The song stopped and Mr. Fresher and Miss Fresher were chosen. Ruchi was chosen as Miss Fresher and Himanshu as Mr. Fresher. They get a chance to dance with second year students who were chosen Mr. & Miss Fresher in their first year. But that’s the biggest problem for Vishal. Coz he was Mr. Fresher last year and he has to dance with Ruchi now. But he can see Shweta’s angry face. Ruchi came to Vishal and they both dance. Vishal’s eyes were on Shweta only, whose eyes were burning like volcano. Finally, she took her bag and left the party. Vishal too ran behind her. She moves outside the college. Vishal was running from behind and shouting, “Hey wait.”

Finally he grabbed her and said, “Hey. What happened? Why you came out like that?” (Grasping back for his breath)

Shweta: “Why do you care? You go and dance with her. “(In an angry voice)

Vishal: “Hey yaar. You are making it a big issue. It’s just a dance.” (In a straight voice)

Shweta: “Yeah! I have seen that. How much closer you are to her. Go, she will be waiting for you.” (She’s getting heated up and started moving)

Vishal: “Ok Ok I am sorry. You know I Love You Only.”

Shweta: “I don’t care” (furiously)

She was crossing the road, while Vishal said: “I will die without you”

Shweta turned and said:” I will too”

Suddenly, a truck at high speed came and ………….

Only Vishal’s scream was heard: “Shwetaaaaa”.

Vishal get back in time and tears were flowing from his eyes. Only the words “Cycle of past will repeat itself” were still troubling him.

Next day Vishal get the best post as predicted by Madam Maya. Sameer too get a job but in a different city.


(2 years later)(IBM’s Office)(9:30 AM)

Vishal was working on his project when a voice came, “Good morning Vishal”.

Vishal look up with a smile and said,” Good morning to you too Aakriti.”

Aakriti was Vishal’s project partner from last 2 years. This is their fifth project together and they are the best team. She was the only close friend of Vishal, as they used to spend much time together because of project, so they share many things of their life including about Shweta. Aakriti loves Vishal very much but never expressed coz she fear that she can loose a friend.

Aakriti: “So today too you stay here whole night. What is this yaar? You will get your health affected…” (In a concerned voice)

Vishal: “Yeah Yeah. I know that. But this is just going to complete now and after that I am free. Now you will give me lecture only or help me too in finishing it.”

They both completed the project and for their great work they are getting a promotion as well as their boss organized a party in their honour, the following night.


(Hotel Radisson) (9 PM)

Everybody was congratulating Vishal and Aakriti for their brilliant work. Vishal was looking very happy.Aakriti thought that may be it’s the right time to tell Vishal her feelings Aakriti forced him to dance with her, he was not interested but he has to.

While they were dancing, Aakriti came closer to him, put her head on his shoulder and said: “I Love You”. Vishal was taken aback. He was shocked hearing that words and he left the dance floor and sit on his table

Aakriti came and said: “I know you can’t forget your past. But you can’t spend life alone too. I really love you a lot from past 1 year but can never tell u as I fear I might loose you. “

Vishal was not hearing anything; Madam Maya’s words make his way back in his mind “Cycle of Past Will Repeat Itself”. Though, he too has little feelings for her But he don’t want to loose her friend too. He knows what she’s saying is right, but he just can’t ignore those words.

Aakriti: “Vishal! Vishal! Please say something…”

Vishal: “I have never thought about it. Sorry I think I am not the right guy for you.”(In a low voice)

Aakriti: “You are perfect for me. I love you the way you are. I just want to spend…..”

Vishal (interrupting her): “No I can’t do that. I love Shweta only and will do it my whole life. I can’t love anyone else ever” (in a high voice)

Aakriti: “Okay. Why you never care for my feelings? You love hurting yourself na by doing this but every time you get hurt, I too cry. Do whatever you want.”

With tears in her eyes, she left the party, Vishal went back behind her.

Vishal: “Aakriti please listen. I don’t want to loose a friend like you.”

Aakriti keep on moving on road without listening.

Vishal: “Plz Yaar I can’t afford to loose you.”

Aakriti turned back and said, “Neither will I…”

The past was repeating itself just as it was, Vishal know what was going to happen. He was looking around and just saw a speeding car coming towards her, Vishal ran towards her and……….

Only one scream was heard, “Vishaaalll….”

Vishal save her but he can’t save himself. He was crushed to death by that car.

Madam Maya’s words were not untrue. Just Vishal can’t understand them. He never gives focus on what she actually said. He focused on words “Cycle of past will repeat itself”

But forget that she said: “Cycle of past will repeat itself in a REVERSE WAY”.

Sometimes life play mysterious games in which we can never ever think of winning.

(P.S: Possessiveness is a good thing, but much of it becomes harmful many a times. Do believe your love or friends always coz sometimes it leads to great troubles & casualties.)

(P.P.S: Don’t believe on anyone’s word but if believe then hear then and understand them properly, coz incomplete knowledge is quite harmful)

(P.P.P.S: Mere Dost Kisi Se Mohabbat Na Karna

Mohabbat Karo Toh Poora Bharosa Karna

Kyunki Jab Jab Mohabbat Se Kisi Ka Bharosa Utha Hai

Tab Tab Kisi Na Kisi Aashiq Ka Janaza Saja hai…………….)

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


It was a normal cool night of April. Aman, a tall, handsome guy wearing spectacles on his nose was lying on his bed and waiting for the clock to strike 12 ,because next day was his birthday ,still 10 minutes were left .He was in deep thoughts, don’t know what was going in his mind but he was totally covered up by his thoughts. Suddenly, his phone rang, he saw the clock and it was exact 12. A smile came on his face as he picked up his phone, but it vanishes seeing the name that is flashing on the screen. It was his friend Shubham’s phone. He finally answered the call with half heart and received a lot of blessings from other end. Actually, Aman was expecting his best friend, Swati’s call.

Swati and Aman were not childhood or school friends. They have met just 1 year ago in college only but as life is always quite unpredictable, they turn into best friends in just a month. Though Aman was a quite, calm, sincere, thoughtful and helping natured guy Swati was a cute, fun loving, prankster and short tempered gal. Still they were best friends, reason only they better know. Swati always keep on falling in one or other trouble and Aman as usual pull her out of it…………But still she never thank him, coz she thinks that it was his duty as a best friend and still Aman never says anything coz he knows that she is a big stupid gal. The only thing that Aman doesn’t like was her miserly nature. She always gives him a miscall or send a sms, coz she never wants her money to be wasted, and poor Aman always have to call to this stupid gal.

Today too, Aman was expecting a call from her though he knows that she was out of Delhi for 2 days, that means on roaming and she never calls in roaming unless it’s a big emergency. But he believes that his B’day will make her call .In waiting for her call, when sleep overpowered him, he didn’t realize.

Next day, morning was quite bright and sun was shining, but Aman woke up with a dull mood. He quickly checked his mobile for any miss calls, but there were none. He gets ready and leaves for college. His friends were waiting there; they wished him and have got a Birthday Cake for him. With a portrait smile on his face, he cut the cake and celebrated his B’day. Then they went for a movie “Fast N Furious 4”. In the whole movie, aman’s focus was more on his mobile phone then the movie, but it didn’t rang.

After spending whole day with his friend’s, he returned back to his room. Whole day he got calls from his home, relatives, classmates but every time the phone rang his eyes were finding some other name. He switches on the TV and saw some news, but his eyes were glued to phone only. He remains awake till 12, but he didn’t get the birthday gift he really desired.

Next day, Swati was sitting in the canteen with her friends, holding a lovely new guitar in her hand. Aman always want a guitar but as he is too bad in saving money, so Swati know he can never buy it on his own. That’s why she was saving every penny from last one year so that she can gift him a Guitar on his Birthday. She was actually not a miser; she was just trying to save money for her best friend’s gift. She knows that if she will not wish him then next day he will come angrily to her and at that time she will give him the gift.

She was discussing something with her friends; suddenly someone came running to her and said:” Aman! Aman was hit by a speeding cab near the college and he has been rushed to hospital.”

The guitar fell from her hand and she ran towards the nearby hospital with tears running from her eyes. There she saw Aman was lying on the stretcher in a pool of blood, he was being taken to the Operation Theater. On seeing Swati, Aman tried to say something but can’t say. Finally just outside the OT he holds Swati’s hand and say:” I just wish, I worth more than Rs.1.50 for you” and he fainted. No one understood what Aman said but Swati burst into tears coz she knows what he mean. These were Aman’s last words coz he never returned back from that OT and they became a mystery for everyone.

From that day, Swati was never seen in a way she used to be before. She became quite serious and just tried to concentrate on her studies. Many times she can be spotted in her hostel room sitting with the guitar and just wishing that may be she can ever tell Aman what he mean for her and understands that her one phone call mean much more than a guitar for him.

May be Aman’s death was destined, but her one call that day can make him die with a satisfaction that he worth at least more than Rs.1.50 for his best friend.

(P.S: Don’t ever wait for telling someone how much he/she mean to you coz may be later you will never get a chance. Some people think of giving big surprises to their friends but they neglect small things by which they can give much more happiness to their friends.)

Monday, July 13, 2009



I am not an astrologer ,neither a great priest, nor a renowned person who has very high thinking…….

I am just a normal person, like you, like every common Indian. I think in the way you thinks, I believe the things you believe. In our country, there’s a very old belief that our whole destiny is written in our hands. That’s why whenever we have some problem in our life, either it is related to money or health or education, we go to some astrologer or priest or anyone in whom we have faith. They first see our hand, to read our life.

But I don’t believe in it. It’s not that I am non-believer from birth, but from my life I have learned one thing, that it is right that our destiny is in our hands but it is not correct that it is in the lines of our hands ( hamari taqdeer hamare haathon mein hoti hai, hamare haath ki lakeeron mein nahin)

I mean , whatever effort we put we get it’s result. May be the result we are getting is not 100% but it may be 90% or 80% or 70%. But we can never guess that what result are we getting coz we never know what is 100%. May be we are getting 70% result or our efforts but we can’t compare coz we never know what is 100%. So the only way of achieving success is putting more efforts…………

Some people believe in whatever that is written in their hands, that’s why they just do what someone who has read his palm has told him, and they think that whatever they are achieving in complete, is not lacking anything. For that they even reject the field of their interest and even sometimes reject big opportunities, but they never realize that may be if they have taken the subject of their choice and made their carrier in that field, they will be at a place much higher then the place they are presently…………

So what I think is that, our destination, or achievement, our success , our destiny, everything is in our hands only. I am not here denying that God decides everything, but may be he wants to reach us at Mt.Everest but by believing in the lines of our hands we just never try for that path, we only try for reaching at Kanchenjunga(a lower peak then Everest). So our efforts only decide our final destination………..Our hardwork , Our intellect of choosing the right path, our determination these are the things that decide our future………………

In end I just want to say these beautiful lines by a great men I meet once:

Bekhudi Ki Zindagi Hum Jiya Nahin Kartey

Jaam Haathon Se Cheenkar Piya Nahin Kartey

In Haathon ki Lakeeron Ka Bharosa Mat Kar Mere Dost

Kyunki Taqdeer To Unki Bhi Hoti Hai Jinkey Haath Nahin Hua Kartey…………..


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