THOSE DAYS.........

Those days:

When I opened my eyes that morning, finding it heavy to get a complete wake calls, I realized something and went to darkness again. There was an acrid stench that morning and I was feeling it difficult to breath. It was at a height of about 1200 meters that I was taking a nap and I had

acrophobia i.e. I feared height. Anyone who came to know this was astonished that if I had acrophobia then why I was at such a height. It was not me that went on my own but something took me there. After that morning, I had lost all my days, only darkness crawled beside my every second of breath.

Let me begin with another day to give a clear perception to everyone about the events that followed to such darkness of my life. It was a day on which everything seemed to be happening good for me. I got my new bike and I found somebody special. She was Rihana. We were friends at first but we never realized that we were in love at the first sight. She was the ultimate beauty one could ever describe and was full of youth. She had one rare quality that I liked the most. She carried around some abstruse works of philosophy, not because she understood them but because she wanted her friends to think she did.

We were very close to each other for months. Later realizing that we were in love, I proposed her and she gave an approval to it without hesitating. We were very much happy together and even we could have been rewarded as the best couple in our college.

Days past, our academic and work curriculum became a bit strangled and I had to go to Mysore for my project. I was about to return in two months but I couldn’t. I couldn’t bear leaving her out of my sight for a minute but I had to be away from her for more than two months by now.

Finally my project was over and I returned home. Returning I rushed directly to Rihana to realize something that made me speechless forever. She was no more with me, she was dead and that too she committed suicide. Why did she leave me alone? Why did she commit suicide? I was wandering with all these questions when I finally got my answer.

Everyone present there saw me and got surprised. They came up to me and me one question,” You are alive?”. It took me aback and I couldn’t understand what was happening and why. Later someone gave me a clarification of that. They told me that everyone present there knew that I was no more alive. For the last one month I had not called nor contacted anyone and that was true because I was busy with the finishing of my project we were not allowed for any social contact.

Then, they told that last two week ago somebody called and made an announcement that I was dead and gave the proof identity of my death and said that my body was cremated. They cremated my body because they found no one to contact for two days about the body and later they found a contact to call my relatives.

I tried to recall and yes last month I was pick pocketed. My wallet had my relatives contact number but only it was I who could easily find it. So, it may have happened that the man who had pick pocketed me have died for some reason and the one those who cremated the body later may have found someone to contact using my wallet. This news was a shock and disbelieve for Rihana. She, then used to go up to the mountain cliff near her home at about 1200 meters above the sea level and used to sit there for hours thinking that I will return. She had lost her senses to speak and never heard whatever others said to her. Later, two days back, she lost her concentration and fell down the cliff and was no more in this world. She died waiting for me and I came when everything was over.

After coming to know all this, I was completely shattered and found myself alone. Walking across the road thinking that her soft hand still held me and later realizing that I was all alone. That evening, I went to that cliff, shouted “Rihana, Rihana, please come back to me” and cried a lot. I didn’t know when I felt drowsy and went to sleep just on edge of the cliff. I was having acrophobia, so I was also finding it difficult to breath but I slept. Later my eyes opened in the morning, finding heavy to get a complete wake calls, I realized something and went to darkness again.

I went into comma after that and somebody picked me up to the hospital and there I remained forever, though alive but dead forever looking at the photo of Rihana hanging in front of my bed and still reminding those days.

Thank you all………

PARADISE......................

PARADISE..........

Love is a universal idea. Most people believe they feel or have felt love. What we think of as love and true love might not be the same thing. In fact, they might even be complete opposites.
When a person loves someone he yearns to be with them, a day apart feels like years.
True loves concept is not easily understood. What we do not truly comprehend and feel cannot truly be understood by us. Therefore, it is difficult to understand true love, being as in reality, a lot of us have never actually felt it. If we come away with only one lesson from this section, it should be that what we perceive as love and true love are two totally different things.
When we love, is it really the “him or her” that we love or is it the “I” we love?
I believe love is true when it is not self-centered.
If we truly love someone, we should follow a two-step process: Firstly, we should take the time to think and realize how a lot of what we think of as love for others is truly an extension of our own self- love. Then we should try to focus ourselves on loving others, for what they are, and not for what they do for us physically or spiritually. This transformation from self-love to love of others is not a simple one. It takes time and effort but the reward of this process is to truly love others. When we reach that level of love, which is the ultimate, for that love is eternal beyond time and space.
The love of a person implies not the possession of that person, but the affirmation of that person in all their uniqueness.
Sometimes your love is never understood by the person you love as she/he is unable to look into your truth as you can do from your side. It feels broken on your part but you are happy on her/his part as she/he may be happier. That’s what a true lover seeks for; my love should always be embraced under the brighter part of her life.
I have spoken lot, defining the parameters of true love. Now let me narrate a veracious story.
“A boy at the very first year of his college life falls in love with a girl who is not only beautiful but simple, caring, graceful, a hundred grader in behaviour too. This description is too short to describe her. She is his dream girl.
The boy always fell short of words when he talked to her. He even didn’t know what the reason was. He was a guy who was never confident what he speaks of. May be that was the reason, he never wanted to speak anything that might have been misinterpreted by her. He always wanted to see her happy. His prayers had already added few more time to it.
Finally, after a year or so the guy does a mistake. He speaks his love to her but now his words betrayed him as he had feared of. He could speak his love to her but not express it. It was not a call from his heart to speak to her about his feelings. Now, he fears again to speak to her just to know the reply. May be his words betray him again. It’s difficult to describe his twenty-four hours nowadays.
But, he still loves to see her be happier forever and be content to her happiness. He knows he will love her forever and his prayers will be counting more minutes.”
This is what we can say is true love that is similar to paradise.
So, I can say,
“Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.”
(Most of d part written by me n few portions collected)

Hey, you didn't go? What happened?

Lights, darkness, lights, darkness... were speeding up their way, move linearly puzzling the eyes of Joe. His eyes were betrayed by those puzzles. They wished to be closed forever. When they close, something flashes back, its darkness and its over; two cold eyes opened giving their last look.
“No, I can’t bear it”, shouted Joe. He sprung up from his sleep. Those dead eyes were horrible. It was easily visualized by Joe anytime he thought of it. His fellow passengers, a handsome family thought something was odd and they stood up to calm down Joe. Joe thanked them and told them it was his regular dream.

Joe was a handsome young boy of just about 21 years old. Joe was traveling from Manhattan to Palisades after completing his Btech degree.
He was six feet tall and had stout body. Joe easily grinded himself into the whole family which consisted of a short old man of about 55 years old, a lady of about 50 years of age, busy knitting and a beautiful, glamorous girl may be about 19 years old. The family was traveling to Palisades for becoming a new resident to that area.
That is not of any concern to my character Joe. It’s the dream that haunted him.

Lights flashed in and a noise patted its peak. The train halted at the Palisades station. But, the noise was diminuendoed for Joe. He then opened his eyes at the resident of that jolly family. Joe was taken care of by the family as Joe couldn’t remember why he was at Palisades.

A new member was added to the sweet family, it was Joe. Days passed by, he always went out early in the morning as he had joined a new company that filled his stomach.

Years passed by, Joe had a fall in his graph of his haunting dreams. He then got married to the beautiful girl of that family itself. Just after few months of his marriage, it was the same cold eyes that haunted him. The next day he kept his calm and went out to his job.
After a tiring day, Joe returned home to find a huge mob gathered outside his house. He was puzzled and went inside to find dead bodies in his house.
They were the bodies of his family members. His beautiful wife lay cold on the floor and looked as if she had just taken a bath and was having a nap. He couldn’t control his emotions and broke down to cry. Then the policemen showed him a suicidal note which was found on the desk of the drawing room. It wrote,
“Joe, I’m sorry. I killed my whole family, even my daughter (your wife). I was quite upset over all of them for a few days over the matter which you know and I may not say it. Now, I’m feeling guilty and I’m killing myself too. Miss you, Joe. Sorry again,
Yours truly,
Dad.”
Joe then told the policemen that his family was disturbed over a matter of shifting their location to a different place and had a fight over it for the last one week.

After one month, Joe steeped in to Manhattan. Now, he is living on rent with a new family placed at Manhattan. He dreams over it again. The next day he finds himself at a same mourning environment as he was one month back.

Let me push back the time to one month. It was Palisades.
Somebody gets into the house where the family was made a past.
“Hey, you didn’t go? What happened?”
“Nothing”, was the reply.
That man gets in and writes something on a piece of paper. He gets back to the room where the whole family was present and the rest is history or I can say made history. He then steps out of the house and comes back in the evening to find a huge mob gathered outside his house.

He was a Psycho-killer. He was Joe, the Psycho- . . . . . .