Yu and Mi (Part-4)

Yu and Mi (Part- 4)

** This is a work of fiction. **

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Even though we have met many times so far and have extracted many layers, we are yet to reach that depth where love resides. It’s been 3 years since we are in a relationship, but this ship is still on the land, in the mode of testing. At present, we are trying to detect any faults in the ship, if any, so that when we start our journey on the waves of marriage, our ship doesn’t sink down, which is the case in most of the ships. Strange? I know. It is very complicated to handle all this, to control what we speak, to express and most importantly to love. Even the experts in this field are the owners of many broken ships. A lot happened in these 3 years. One more ship had sinked meanwhile. Her parents got divorced last year. It was the epicenter of this ‘Testing mode’ of our ship. I know it is tough for her to handle this, but it is tougher for me when she says she can handle it all alone. She doesn’t let me console her. She says she can be a man too. Nowadays she has become more of a feminist type. I don’t know whether she even understands what she says. The trends on internet always breaks more than join. I saw time, it was 8:30 pm. I felt tired after a busy day. If you keep doing all day what you don’t like, you are prone to get more frustrated. I tried to sleep for half an hour, but I cannot. I felt as if something is going on in my heart.

A quick meeting was planned by the three important departments of the company. The place chosen was at some height from the ground. There were four rooms but they decided to meet in the first one. There were three people, one each from the 3 important departments. There were two choices. They had to decide on one. The issue was that the company is in trouble and the owner of it cannot sleep at night. There are no revenues and there are assets neither.

The manager of the top department, which deals with technical stuff and investment, said that the company is not running well as we are investing too much in wrong stocks. Even though we got good returns for the first two years, now what we spent is getting more than what we received. Their department believes that it’s time to change the stock in which they are investing and find some better stock.

The manager of the Middle department, which deals with public relations and emotional issues, said that even though the stocks are very good, they are going from a difficult period at present. They are under pressure. Their owner is having personal issues which takes time to get fixed. We got good returns for the first two years of the investment, only from one year we are facing this. If we believe in them for some more time, we will get much more than we have expected. Have faith.

The manager of the bottom department, which deals with growth and pleasure, complained that both the other departments are getting their share of what’s left but his department is yet to receive its payment from the beginning. It’s not fair. But he said his department believes that only this stock can provide the best growth rate to the company. I request you to give my payment soon. Our staff is suffering.

As two of the three managers decided to keep investing in the stock, they decided to go on with the company’s rules. New policies and programing was set and company consciousness was rewired. Suddenly the place began to shake. It felt as if there’s an earthquake. They rushed under a cage and held their hands with a smile on their faces. They remember they felt 2 aftershocks.

After 3 sneezes, I felt somewhat relieved. Something inside was hurting me before this, as if some people were sitting inside my heart and discussing something. After 3 sneezes I felt as if my consciousness has been rewired. New ideas kept coming inside as if more energy has been invested in my body. I realized that she is going through a tough phase, how can I, in such phase quarrel with her. Patience level increased in me. But it is not only me. She is also showing lots of patience. She is bearing the angry side of me. I do business of export and import, which she says is not for me. She says I am meant to write. I write and try to inspire people, but it cannot earn me bread. She always wants me to do something about my passion, I always brush aside the issue. Even I want to do something about my passion, I tried many publishing houses but I got rejected. I didn’t tell her about all this, she is already facing enough. Her mom has shifted to Delhi after the divorce. Anyway, even before divorce she used to stay in Delhi most of the time. This distance was the cause may be which gave this effect. Her dad who is a textile businessman now just sits at home and keeps crying for the lost deal at night. He never invested enough time in the marriage and have invested enough tears in divorce. He is MAD. Yes, MAD, Married and Divorced. RashMi looks after different charitable works. She loves to help poor people and does painting to get funds, charitable funds. She always wanted to be the son which her father wanted, and believe me, she is. But this has also has made her a feminist. She always brings this issue in the middle, like a nose comes in between two two-lipped scissors. I want to be my father’s son she always says. My mindset never lets me feel as I am poor, as I have rich thoughts and a 6-digit bank balance. She always talks about future, will I stay happy doing all this work, she really believes I am meant for writing. But what future? There is no guarantee of the next second and she talks about unpredictable future. It is like you are standing on one shore and you can see your destination on the other shore. But because our present (boat) is not good, lets wait till future (ship) becomes good. You have boat, then travel. My dad is a bank manager. My mom a home manager. Only their son cannot manage anything emotional! I am stuck in between. To continue with export and import or concentrate on full-time writing. Time was over 9. 9 has always been my lucky number, I was born in 9th month and on 9th day. She said she would message me at 9 in the night when I called her in the morning. She should have come home few minutes ago. Even my mobile knows that. It spoke to me in some unknown language after few seconds.message tone.
Whatsapp, RashMI, 2 messages.

‘Hi’
‘How are Yu?’

I typed *I am fine* and deleted it. And typed something else.

Mi is fine. Yu is not fine.’

‘How can Mi be fine if Yu is not fine!’

‘You are not fine?’

‘No, I am fine.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes. I am.’

‘That’s good. 🙂 ‘

‘Today I went to hospital.’ I felt a chill. What happened suddenly! I didn’t want to spoil a good chat.

‘Pregnant?’

‘Bye.’

‘Sorry. Okay. Tell. What happened?’

‘One of the staff member of charitable trust met with an accident. Someone called me from the spot, as my number was on the last called.’

‘I am so sorry. How is he now? Everything fine?’

‘She died. When I reached to the hospital, everything was over. Doctor said it was very late.’

‘Oh! I am very sorry. May her soul rest in peace.’

‘Thanks! :)’

‘Thanks? For what? For being an accident in your life?’

‘No. For being an angel in my life. You saved my dad that day. I will never forget that AbhimanYu’

‘I was just at the right place at the right time. But you are being a feminist here also. Angel? Me? You say you want to live life like a man. It’s ok. But you are comparing me to an angel! What justice is this!’ I felt guilty the moment I clicked on the send button. My ego typed this, not me. I realized that one sarcastic smiley could have completely changed the meaning of it.

‘Please Yu, not again. I am not up for this today. Angels are heavenly. There are no men and women classifications. I just hope you said this as in a jovial way.’ This relieved me. Not everything has gone out of control. I breathed and then threw my ego in my mental dustbin. Then I started typing.

‘Sorry. I don’t know why, but even I am becoming a menist day by day. My ego is getting better of me. I threw it outside today. See, RashMi, you know I never hurt you intentionally and will never. It is all our uncontrolled emotions that becomes our villian. I am very proud of you. You are a very responsible son and a responsible daughter. And you are even playing a role of a mother, by looking after your father. Hats off.’ Something inside me felt free the moment I sent this message. How great it feels to keep the ego aside and talk with our loved ones. I bet some discussions have taken place in my heart today which has rewired my perspective and consciousness.

‘Thank you AbhimanYu. I needed this assurance. I know you will never hurt me. Yes, my father have become like a child. As a mother, it is difficult for me to handle all this. That’s why I am not committing to you. I cannot handle it. Anyway, it is father’s duty to fulfill the child’s wishes. As I am the mother, can you be the father?’ I realized how difficult it is to be in the body of women. I felt very proud of her and all women at once.

‘Try me’

‘The child needs the real mother. :(‘ She sent this and went offline. I know she will be crying. But crying is important in such situations. If there is no rain, there won’t be rainbow. I have to become that rainbow. Her father needs the real mother, who else it can be, his wife. Now I have a boat infront of me, I won’t wait for the ship. I took out the contact of the real mother. Devyani Mehra. I pressed ‘call’. This is just the second time I am calling her. First time I called her was when his husband was physically hurt, and now when he is mentally hurt.

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Thanks for reading. Have a great day. 

Yu and Mi (Part-1)

Yu and Mi (Part-2)

Yu and Mi (Part -3)

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M is for Make your own story- Day-13

So it all started in the first week of August, 2015! Neerja initiated ‘Make your own story’ challenge when she penned down a beautiful story written in 100 words and gave the pen to another writer. Then writer by writer this pen was forwarded and wheels were added to the story. I am glad to add another wheel (my second) to end this sci-fi. So welcome to the unique challenge which shows the power of single story, multiple authors.

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Neerja- Wheel No.1 gave a kick start to this wonderful challenge. This is a ‘Make your own story challenge’. Follow the link Make your own story to know all about the start. With utmost curiosity, I was looking forward to see the challenge swinging to Tejas- Wheel No.2 and from there to my dearest Sri- Wheel no.3 and then to Nimitha- Wheel No-4 and then to my close friend and bro Darshith- Wheel No-5 , I added the sixth wheel and now I am adding the seventh wheel too.

Neerja is a wonderful writer who always keeps experimenting. I am thankful to her for initiating such challenge. She is very talented. She gave the baton to Tejas, a person who makes wonders in his blog. His Jack & Jill strips are really funny. He is the most active blogger I have seen here frequently updating his blog. He tied a wonderful knot to the story and gave the rest to Sreechandra. Sri.. She appears like once in a blue moon. But each & every time she brings up something magical. She swipes off my feet always. She is a superstar who carries life in every word she writes. I am a big fan of her stories which involve lot of feelings in them. You are awesome Sri. Sri then passed it to Nimi, the girl who has not only loads of talent but potential to make it big. Recently I connected with her in wordpress, and she is amazing and she is Rahmanaic too. Darishth, my bro is amazing. He always comes with unique ideas and beautiful poems. We have become very close friends now. Thanks bro for nominating me in this amazing challenge. Then I added sixth wheel to it. I nominated Hema Ji for this challenge who seemed to be very busy! So I decided to give it an end to the beautiful story by adding the climax part.

Story so Far…

Wheel No.1: (initiated by Neerja)

Once upon a time there existed a wasteland in Patliputra. There lived a little boy named Aditya who was only child of Madhavi and Shankara. They used to love him a lot and wanted him to dream big and get out of this wasted land. But Aditya unlike his parents had some another dream. He wanted to improve and convert his wasteland into a dreamland where everybody wants to live. Aditya knew he had to convince his parents for this but he didn’t how will they react and whether they will approve this idea of his dreamland.

Wheel No.2: (added by Tejas)

The clock struck two past midnight as a stream of snowy moonlight sneaked through the swinging-with-the-breeze curtains and scattered on Aditya’s bed. As the squeaking sparrow went back inside the ancestral wall clock after two tweets, Aditya sneaked out of his bed quietly.

He stuffed pillows under his blanket in a shape to disguise as himself. He tiptoed out to the backyard. He double checked on both sides for no one following him before going behind the banyan tree.

As planned, Shivansh was already waiting for him there. A nod from both of them assured, everything was on track. Aditya plucked out a wrinkled paper from his pocket and Shivansh’s eyes twinkled with a beaming smile.

Wheel No.3: ( added by Sri)

With quivering fingers Aditya unfolded the paper. The near-yellow paper definitely looked old.

“Here”, Aditya smiled, “is the key to our dreams….If only we can get hold of this, we shall have enough resources to convert this wasteland into the land of our dreams”.

Shivansh’s eyes shone in genuine glee. He intently looked at the unfolded paper in front of his eyes. Within seconds his eye-brows stitched into each other transforming into puzzled curiosity.

“But this looks empty Adi. This is a blank paper.”

Aditya smiled. A hint of mischief waved past his face.

“Just wait and watch the magic”, Adi whispered.

He then held up the paper and placed it against the circular moon. The moonlight diffused through the ridges and furrows of the wrinkled paper lending a surreal look. Within seconds a faint map appeared on it.

Shivansh couldn’t believe his eyes. He had many questions but Aditya’s eyes were fixed on the map.

With intense seriousness he pointed to a lotus emblem right at the middle of the map.

“And here is our destination – Padmabharan – the lotus urn”.

Wheel No.4: (added by Nimi)

“What is this? Who gave you this?” Shivansh’s face revealed all his zest.

Aditya is still carrying a calm face beaming at the map. Shivansh turned blue.

“Adi, this won’t make any trouble. Right?” His voice trembled slightly.

“Calm down Shiva. Don’t be over reactive as always.” Without taking eyes off the map, still held against the moon, Aditya stepped closer to Shivansh and whispered. “We are going to make history in Pataliputra.” His voice expressed extreme determination.

Shivansh stood with his mouth half-open wondering how this piece of old paper and two fourteen-years old boys going to make history.

Aditya continued. ” This is the ultimate treasure. Once we reach here, this will give us everything we need.” He pointed Padmabharan.

“But how can we find this? This is just a map, barely a map that we have never seen before.” Shivansh started losing his patience.

“I read about this in a book owned by my Dada. I got this map from the slit on the hard bind of the book. This Padmabharan is somewhere here.” Aditya continued examining the map.

Shivansh made a step aback and checked his premise. Somewhere here? With fear and anxiety, he asked. “Adi, don’t make me more confused. Will you please explain?’

Aditya nodded “Yes!”

Wheel No.5: (added by Darshith)

“Some days before dying, my Dada handed me a book and asked me to read it carefully and said that each written word in it is TRUE. He also asked me to pursue it with someone whom I can trust blindly,” whispered Adi, and continued, “I couldn’t make heads or tails about the story till I accidentally found this wrinkled paper from the slit of the book.”
Shivansh was listening attentively as if he was hypnotized and can do nothing to break the spell.

Adi continued his charm of revealing things slowly. He said, “In the book, there is mentioning of a mystery map which reveals itself when placed against the circular moon and the first time, I also had the same expression and goosebumps, just like you.”
“On reading further, it says how the people pursuing Padmabharan has to prove their worth that they are deserving of it and hence to get their hands on it, they will face many struggles and sacrifices.”
On listening this, Shivansh was scared like hell and said, “Is it like the survival of the fittest?”
Adi, who had no clue of what is there in the future, said reassuringly, “I don’t know and let’s hope there is no copies of this book or the map and no other living being has any idea of the existence of Padmabharan.”

Wheel No.6:  (added by me)

“So what else was written in that book?” asked Shivansh finally clearing his throat.

“It says that my dada was a great scientist in those times. He was adept in calculating energies. In his times he successfully found why our Patliputra is a waste land. He believed that every point on Earth falls under one of these categories -Positive, Negative and Neutral energy. Positive indicates development, Neutral- being unaffected with energies and Negative- destruction. Our Patliputra falls on Negative point. No wonder why our land is a waste land!” said Aditya feeling proud of his dada.

“Interesting! Then what’s the solution to this?” asked Shivansh looking at the waste land and wondering how Aditya’s dada came up with such an interesting theory in those times.

“My dada made a device by which we can vary the energies. So we have to take the energy level of Patliputra beyond the threshold of Positive energy level. That’s it.  That device is called ‘Padmabharan’. Our Patliputra can again be developed into our dream land. We will do that.” Said Aditya shining like a Sun, going with his name, ‘Aditya’, ‘The Sun’.

“Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, don’t you know science? and why didn’t your dada change the energies then!?” asked Shivansh using his logical mind.

“But Energy can be converted from one form to another. And we can only change the energies once in 2012 years, when the energies undergo through ‘Natural transition’ on a specific full moon day.  My dada knew he won’t survive that long so he handed me that book. That specific full moon day is today. That place is here. And we have just one hour left. By 4 am the ‘Natural transition’ of energies will stop and we can’t change the fate of our land until the next 2012 years.”

Aditya again lifted the map towards the full moon and was once again puzzled by seeing that map! The map was not as in regular maps. It just had a lotus emblem on it.

Aditya surveyed his surroundings with his mobile flash light for 20 minutes, but all his attempts went futile. Then he thought Lotus may be not the real lotus, just a mere symbol. Then just in a moment the veil of the mystery lifted as Aditya saw a Lotus symbol carved on the back of the bench resting under a banyan tree. Shivansh too noticed it. They both ran towards that bench!

And the story continues. . . 
Adi and Shiva reached the bench with lotus mark in a hurry but were unsure about what to do next. They saw a wide rectangular shaped plate upon which the symbol of lotus was carved. Aditya tried to find clues near the place by digging under the bench. But it was useless. He got frustrated. He knew he doesn’t have much time left and they still don’t have any clue about the Padmabharan. In anger he hit his fist on the symbol of lotus which is on the back of the bench. Within a moment, the rectangular plate opened up. Aditya and Shivansh glanced at each other. There was a small rectangularly packed box in that plate. Aditya opened the top of the box and was shocked to see what it contained.

A small phone like device with 3 buttons and 5 LEDs was resting on it and the first LED was glowing. On the device it was written in Golden letters, ‘PADMABHARAN’. Aditya looked at his watch it was 3:40 am. Just 20 minutes to go. Shivansh looked for anything else in the box, but nothing. Now they hold a foreign device with no user manual for help. Aditya took the device in his hand. It felt as if there were energies inside it. The 3 buttons and 5 LEDs were arranged in two rows. In first row there were the 3 buttons and in the second row, 5 LEDs were arranged, three LEDs were exactly below the three buttons of the first row, and two LEDs were placed on either side of these 3 LEDs. Think Adi think, Aditya said to himself. One button was green in color, one was yellow in color and last was red in color. 4 LEDs were in off state and the first LED was glowing.

Without a second thought he pressed the green button and then the unexpected happened. The 2nd LED started to glow. The universe started responding to this and so did the energies. Aditya hands were trembling but he didn’t leave the device. The winds started blowing with great speed, the leaves of the trees were flying in the air and some bright light was emitted from the device. After sometime, the third LED started glowing in yellow color. He thought it may be a signal to press the yellow button. Aditya pressed the yellow button. And suddenly he felt as if the energies were taking the transition through the device. The energies were converting. The lower energy level of patliputra was getting the positive energy from universe and the device was getting difficult for Aditya to hold. He never saw such thing before. Shivansh was seeing as if he is dreaming and his mother may wake him up at any moment.

After some time, the 4th LED started to glow in Red color and this time, Aditya knew it was time to press Red button. The moment he pressed it, a super giant hole emerged from the sky as if the negative energies were being absorbed by that hole. Aditya’s hands became black but he knew this suffering is nothing when compared to Patliputra’s development. He stood with confidence and held the device tight with all his strength. Within few seconds the last LED also glowed. Then the giant hole disappeared. The enormous winds stopped blowing.

The device jerked with high vibrations and it fell on the ground. Aditya looked at his watch, it was 3:59 am. Shivansh was yet to come out of shock. Aditya told to shiva that it was over. Shivansh rushed to the device and saw the first LED go off. 4 am. They both are still unaware of what has happened or how this device worked. They stood there for few seconds. To their surprise the device got blasted by itself as its purpose is served. They rushed back to their respective homes and entered into their homes from their room’s windows. Aditya’s mother was knocking the door of his room. Aditya first washed his hands and his mouth. Then he ran to open it. Aditya’s mother hugged him when he opened the door.

“Are you safe?” she asked.
“We are safe.” replied Aditya.
“Do you know just few minutes ago winds were blowing very dangerously. I was afraid.” said her mother looking feared.
“I don’t know mom, I was sleeping. Don’t be afraid.” said Aditya and took a sigh of relief.
“I think the winds are indication of something bad.” said his mother feeling disappointed.
“Mom. Be positive. Good days are here.” said Aditya and smiled at his mother.

At morning 7 when Aditya and his family were having tea, Shivansh also joined them. Aditya and shivansh shared a hi5. They were feeling happy and curious about the result of this early morning’s hard work. They had the first sip when a farmer came running into the home looking excited and happy. “God has blessed us with happiness. Our Patliputra is no more a waste land. For the first time, we have seen some progress in our crops. It is unbelievable. Early morning’s winds were God’s blessings upon us.” He said and ran to our neighbouring house repeating the same.

Aditya felt relieved after hearing this. He turned towards his mom and said, “I told you na mom, good days have arrived.”

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Now its time to suggest title for this story. My attempt is, ‘Patliputra and its saviour-Padmabharan’. You too can give your suggestions. Sorry for this long read.

This story was incomplete from a long time. So just wanted to see Aditya saving his place sooner.

This is my entry for A to Z challenge . It is already day 13 and it is on the letter ‘M’. ‘M’ is for Make your own story.

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Coming to the challenge, as the name itself says it is very challenging. On every day of month April, except Sundays, which makes it to 26 days, each participant should publish a post relating to the letter corresponding to the number of the day thus completing all the 26 alphabets. For example on day 1, the post should be on something related on letter A, on the second day it should be related to B and this goes on. Exciting? Isn’t it?

And as always, thanks for reading. Have a great weekend. . 🙂

K is for Kaleidoscopic knowledge: Day-11

“Life is a Kaleidoscope of colors with colors being the people. They keep changing by showing us their different colors and angles. The thing is that there is no tool to set or adjust the colors according to our need. Knowing this thing is knowledge.”

Life is the kaleidoscopic  tube, our eye is the eyepiece. Time the adjusting phenomenon which keeps adjusting different situations. People are the colors which keeps changing according to the situations. Sometimes we see their rainbow angle and sometimes we see their gray shade. We can’t do much. As time passes on, colors change, people change, situations change, feelings change, emotions change. Everything just keep changing. We have no command over it. It is a kaleidoscopic life. We have to accept it. After some time, colors fade, eyes go blind and time stops ticking. It is black. Then what? New colors are added to the kaleidoscope, time have been reset and new eyes are ready to see through eye piece. Again colors keep changing, people start changing, we keep judging, everything keep changing. . That is life. . Kaleidoscopic life. And accepting it is knowledge, Kaleidoscopic Knowledge.Kaleidoscope

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This is my entry for A to Z challenge . It is already day 10 and it is on the letter ‘K’. ‘K’ is for Kaleidoscopic Knowledge. Accept it.

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Coming to the challenge, as the name itself says it is very challenging. On every day of month April, except Sundays, which makes it to 26 days, each participant should publish a post relating to the letter corresponding to the number of the day thus completing all the 26 alphabets. For example on day 1, the post should be on something related on letter A, on the second day it should be related to B and this goes on. Exciting? Isn’t it?

And as always, thanks for reading. Accepting the truth is knowledge. Have a great week ahead.

Sorry for late. I think time is running too fast in my  life recently. I think it is changing quickly. I just have to accept. I am too much occupied. I started writing on this at 11:31 pm. I wanted to write and post it before 12 am. Even I thought quickly, wrote less, typed quicker than ever before, searched for pics at light speed, added them, linked them in hurry, still I was unable to post it on time. When the clock struck down 12, I  was just typing the above paragraph. Then I slowed down. So I am about to press Publish, its 12:11 am. Here I go.

Writing on the page of Life which is a time limited edition

Our life is limited by number of days, not by the number of ways we can live it. – Jackie Jain

We all are here to write down
On this time limited edition of
Life’s page with unlimited ways
Of writing it in our own unique style.

Thousands of possible combinations
But I eagerly looking for that one perfect,
I often do mistake and then stumble.
Again I wake up, reset, restart, rewrite.

Rewrite is not writing on the same page,
It is striking off the old pages and writing a
New one. But I came to know that even while
Rewriting, pages gets filled without mercy.

Every second and every page counts,
Write your life being witty and positive.
There are many ways to write, filter out
The possibilities with the least attempts.

Much population but with less humanity.
Having less ink, they steal others’ dreams.
Then with that their ink, they write their life.
Unaware that others’ ink is never compatible.

This incompatibility gave rise to unending
Elements of Greediness and selfishness.
We try to become perfect by showing others
Their flaws and thus flawing our own self.

The pages started becoming cryptic,
Destinies are going far from our reach,
Solution is to join hands with fellow humans,
Bcoz only the palm lines can decipher this cipher.

So start being witty and wise while taking a path in your life. Because on that path, on that page you have to write your life. Don’t find flaws in others, it will just complicate the already cryptic fate. Join hands, connect with souls, deactivate fault finding algorithm, restart writing your life. Every second counts, even while you were reading this post. Start writing the life in your own style, time is running. If not now? When?

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Image: Quotes Valley

Thanks for reading. Have a great day.

The clouds of words- Stories

Stories are just like storeys. Stories have words as the building blocks and storeys have bricks as the building blocks. Storeys are constructed higher and stories are constructed deeper.
– Jackie Jain

Stories..  so we all have them in our minds. Actually we all live in stories with ourselves as the heroes in them. The villian of the story is our brain. We have to keep the activities of that villian, thoughts, in control. Heroin of the story, is our heart. We have set free that chained heart. It is done by controlling our thoughts. Giving them a direction and bringing them back to track of goodness is the theme of the story. This works on the principle of working of laws of attraction. Like attracts like thoughts. Control your thoughts, Set your heart free and be the hero of your story.

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We all keep telling stories to others so that they can relate to them or to find a better path for their life. We tell stories inorder to live. Stories never end, they are just repeated with a different hero. Stories, they are the portals which takes us to a new world with our eye as the medium and thoughts as the traveller. We forget where we are and land in a world where words count is the population and story is the world itself. Sitting on the words we travel deeper and deeper into the story and understand its plot. What a wonderful kind of journey it is!!

Stories, they are like a cloud of words. Words which rest in books gets dried and forms clouds in our brain while we read them. When we process those clouds, they burst and meaning of those words keep raining in our brain. We travel in that raindrops to a new different world. Our seeds of thinking grows by this process which helps us in turning us into a better person. Yes, stories.. we all have at least one in our mind. We keep them safe in our thoughts locked in neurons. Unlock them. Our world needs rainfall of words for the growth of thinking capabilities.

Thanks for reading. Have a good time. Time for a wordy rainfall.

A key journey in a train with a stranger

It was a hot sunny October afternoon of 2015, when I stepped into the railway station of LokManya Tilak Terminus (LTT). I checked out the electronic display fixed near the enquiry office and came to know that my train will be arriving on platform number 3 at 12:43 pm. I checked out my watch. It was 12:30 pm. I rushed to the stair case. When I stepped down the stair case on the other side, I reflexed back in a shock. Seeing the platform completely filled with passengers suddenly made me feel more concerned about our growing population. I just imagined the book Inferno by Dan Brown which was in my bag, which I had picked to read in that journey from LTT to my home, Kakinada. Note that I have already read that book twice till that date.  For a moment I wished that Bertrand Zobrist should exist in real.

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* Train tickets mentioned here are just because this is a train journey and life engine because engine is related to train *

I stepped into the train when it arrived. S5 coach, Berth No. 32 it was. I always prefer Upper berth when I travel alone, because of the freedom it offers. Just go and sleep whenever you need, no issues. I surveyed the people around, a couple in their late 60’s sitting near the window seat, a man sitting with a smart phone in his hand and another man sleeping on the other upper berth of the compartment. Not a single person which I wished to see. No colors in the compartment.

The train blew horns and the tires started to roll slowly making the passengers feel the effect of a mild earthquake. After 10 minutes of doing nothing, a young man in his late 20’s came along with his wife and a 3 to 4 year old son. Finally something to feel happy about. Hey, I am talking about the small cute baby son. He came to me and asked where I was going. I said Kakinada town, the final stop. He then requested me that they are two members and they got tickets to Secunderabad in two different coaches S 5 and S 9. First we went to S9 and there no one could shift to S 5 as some were with their families and somewere old enough not to shift. Then he requested me to shift to S 9 as I was travelling alone. His berth number was 31 and mine was 32. Seeing his wife and their 3 year old son, I was not able to say No. I said I will shift at the next stop. They thanked me and arranged their luggage in the space provided under the lower berths. The train stopped after 15 min at the next stop and the guy said S 9 coach, Berth No. 41. I controlled my anger hearing the berth number, and finally got down. Shit! Lower Berth.

When I stepped in S 9, which I consider lucky number for me, I moved to the berth No. 41. Just 3 people were seated in the compartment of 8. And that young man said that no one could shift, he should have said that half of the compartment was empty. Let it be. A couple in their 40’s were sitting and chatting, I mean both on their own smart phones. One man in his early 50’s was sitting at the window opposite to me. At least I got a window seat here. That man in his early 50’s started the conversation.

“So that couple which came here few minutes back exchanged this seat to you?” he asked.

I said “Yes”.

He nodded his head and said “Good.” and then he asked “Where are you going?”

I said “Kakinada” and asked “You?”

He said “Secunderabad”.

And the conversation took off from introduction to all trending topics then, around the world. Till evening we talked a lot about the worldly affairs, politics, economics, population and marriages in India. Then for a break, we just sat watching nature outside for some time, it felt good.

Then we took tea and while drinking it, he said that after a long time he talked in this way to a stranger. I said me too. Then we started to talk about our lives. He asked what you do? I said I completed my B.Tech last year. He nodded and asked now what you do?  I said “I help my father in his business . . And I also blog” Then I explained him about blogging and what revolutions it can create if we use it in a good way. Then he told me about his daughter and her determination to follow her passion. He told that his daughter started to learn Japanese at a very young age, as she was fascinated by that language. Even though many people in their family opposed it, she didn’t let down her passion. She then got an offer as a translator in a company as the clients of company were Japanese. Then she flew to Japan, and settled down there.

I was very much inspired by the story. And he started to tell about his parents and told that he is very lucky to have such parents. He appreciated a lot about CIPLA’s initiative of treating Cancer Patients for free. There was a center of CIPLA where they treated Cancer patients.  There he admitted one of his relative who was suffering from Cancer and CIPLA took extreme care. There were lot of patients and CIPLA treated each and every person with utmost Care.  He told that he saw many people dying there, and told how precious life was.

He told to follow the passion as we will never get another life to follow our passion. I made up my mind that I will not give up blogging, which earlier I thought of giving up. I even stopped blogging for six consecutive months before from (Jan 2015 to June 2015). Then he told about his reason for his trip to Hyderabad (Twin city of Secunderabad),  as one of his relative was not feeling well, and that relative’s son called him to visit them once.

Time had passed over 9 pm then, so we started having dinner. We shared our food. My dad’s sister (Lives in New Vashi from where I travelled to LTT for boarding that train) packed me pooris and curry along with some khakras. He brought chapatis and we shared them. Then we had a little chat on spiritual and divine topics. He told that he visited a village ( a village near to my place) twice and he felt solace and calmness by visiting temples in that place. He told that his wife played an important role in taking him to spiritual path. I never visited that place even though I heard it before. I made up my mind that I will visit that place once.

It was over 11pm, and he said he sleeps by 11. Hyderabad which we will reach by 4 in the morning, I told him to wake me up by 3:30 am. But when I woke up, it was 7 am and he was gone. I told him thanks in my mind. I brushed my teeth and then had tea and Idli at the next station. Dan Brown would be angry with me that I didn’t even take out the book during the entire day of the journey. Just like Dan Brown unlocks the mysteries in a thrilling way, Life unlocked the key to my passion, in a most unexpected way. Who would have thought that my shift from S 5 to S 9 will shift my thinking on life. I felt inspired that day and in the afternoon I stepped down from Train on the Platform of Kakinada Town with a new ray of happiness and hope.

I knew that even though new year was four months ahead, my new year has started then. My new way of thinking towards life. To bring out the creativity in me, no matter what. I left behind the nervousness and depressions I have gone through then. I knew that a new sunshine is waiting to spread the golden rays on my future. I looked forward for my life with passion and determination to succeed.

Thank you uncle. This was my key Journey in a train with a stranger, now who is not a stranger anymore. Thanks for reading.

*Everything mentioned in this blog post is real*

I submit this blog post for entries in two different blogging contests held by two India’s largest blogging Communities. Glad that I am part of both these Communities, Indiblogger and Blogadda.

1.) I submit this Blog post for #SpreadTheVibe contest held by Indiblogger and winners being chosen by Youth Ki Awaaz.

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2.) And also I submit this blog post  for an activity #TalesOf2015 held by Blogadda.
I am sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda.

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Happy New Year to everyone. Keep the passion alive.  Thanks for reading.