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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A is for Another chance: Day-1

Another chance of life is what it has been given.
All its past acts and mistakes have been forgiven.

Taking the lead it moved forward into the dark,
it knew the dogs of future will be ready to bark.

Negotiating them all, it moved ahead with sheer confidence.
Then it wore a shield of passion and everything made sense.

It knew that attachment to past and future killed its purpose,
So it isolated itself from all the time ticking over-dose.

It started to bisect its circle with other circles from various sources.
Thus the moments started to build thus giving rise to gravitational forces.

The forces made the bond stronger adding friction to the relation.
New set of moments took birth giving the parent moment a notification.

The current moments get older and with time they get weaker.
But all the moments live like a king and die like a brave soldier.

We remember their sacrifice in the form of unforgettable memories.
The soul of old moments gets into the fresh new moment’s bodies.

Another chance of life is what they have been given.
All their past acts and mistakes have been forgiven.

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Image sources: Quotes Gram

I am totally excited for this 1 month long challenge, A to Z challenge . So this is my first post on the letter A. A for #AnotherChance. We all wait for another chance, which never comes. So we should take each moment as the another chance we have been given and isolate it from past and future attachments thus we can make the most of 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? Sign up and get your heads high for this challenge. Time is ticking, last day of signing up is 4th of April.

Thanks for reading. Have a great day. Hope you liked this. Keep reading. Make this month awesome.

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.

Love, Passion and Content

My three favorite words and why?  

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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1. LOVE
2. PASSION
3. CONTENT.

Love passion and content are my three favorite words, which I consider upon which our complete life is based. How? Let’s start spreading the magic of these words. Let’s move step by step, word by word to understand the completeness of ourselves, human beings.

LOVE: Love, being a four lettered word it spreads in all the four directions with care as the epicenter. Love can take you to any height of success and even to any depth of happiness. Love is not just a feeling, it is the feel, which can be seen in our eyes, smile and thoughts. LOVE always reminds us that whenever we are feeling LO (low), there are some people with whom we can always share as we call them VE (we).   Love is not just love for family, friends and soul-mate, it is love for our life. Love for this celebration of the life, love for our existence in this world. Let’s finish this word with,

FROM WOMB TO TOMB WITH LOVE.

PASSION: Nowadays it is just considered as a hobby, rather than a profession. People never read these pages of their life. They are unaware that their destinies are written in these pages of passion. So they always wander in search of destiny. If they follow their passion, they would know for what they are born! There is a purpose of our living, it is hidden in the passion. Burn your passion and set your soul on fire. Let’s finish this word with,

ONLY IF OUR PASSION TURNS INTO OUR PROFESSION, THEN AND ONLY THEN, IT WILL HELP OUR NATION.

CONTENT: The state of satisfaction is how we define content. The state of happiness where we feel everything is perfect. That’s the state of mind, where we all want to live. Satisfaction comes from doing what we love to do. It can be attained by a simple maths technique. We are well aware of the simple maths addition technique, 1 + 2 = 3. Similarly, only by 1’ing (Loving) our 2 (passion), we can be 3 (Content). And content is falling in love. Love with life. Let’s finish this word with,

IT’S NOT ABOUT BEING +VE OR BEING -VE, IT’S ALL ABOUT BEING IN loVE, Being content.

By loving our passion, we can feel content. This is the link between my three favorite words. 

So this is how we feel complete by using these three words in our life. If we take these three words Love, Passion and Content into consideration, we can see that only the letter ‘O’ is common in between them, and ‘O’ represents the state of completeness. Yes, we feel complete with these three words in our life. But wait there is something missing, if we put an eye on all the vowels in these three words, we only get a,e,i and o. But the vowel ‘u’ is missing. Yes, you are missing. I am nothing without you on this journey. So let’s all move together in this journey of life.

Thanks for reading. Wishing you all a very loving, passionate and content weekend. 😉

For that one passionate Neuron

Writing is like a building, which word by word we have to build to make it as a permanent home in the hearts of the readers.

Writing, which I consider is one of the oldest professions in the world for the reason that they say even our fate is also written. It is not easy to arrange the words in such a way that they sound not only meaningful but also creative. Words arranged in such a way, that they smile back at the reader and seek their attention are the words which create an impact. It is the perfect combination of words which makes the reader read it till the end. However how much creative combination of words it may be, they will end at some time while reading. But when the words end in a written article, they should take a rebirth in the minds of the reader. It should be the revolution which when ends in written words, starts wandering in the brains of the readers as thoughts and wander till they finally settle in the heart. The thoughts which make the readers think, think about their own abilities and creativity, driving them towards their passion with words as the force.

There is magic filled in the ideas, which comes out only when they are thought upon. Everything starts with a spark in that one neuron which is passionate to shine, which initiates the thought, and once it is on track, it forms a light. The darkness in our brain is filled with the light of the thoughts. Suddenly we start shining from inside. The path to destiny is not outside, it is inside. Within you. Just hiding in darkness, waiting for that one passionate neuron to shine and to come out. Not only our fate is written, it is also timed. But we don’t know the perfect unit, scale and parameters of time with which our fate is timed. So we should consider our confidence as the scale of time and passion as the unit of time. Once the passion of our life is filling continuously, the destiny is near. It’s in you, just waiting to come out. To come out and settle in the hearts of readers forever. Pick a topic and start thinking, to which topic is your neuron shining? Follow that light. There’s your destiny.

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There are words and there is rhyming, there are destinies and there is timing.

Thanks for reading.

Yu and Mi (Part-3)

Yu and Mi
(Part-3)
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** This is a work of fiction **

For the first time in my life I came to know that words are not only costly but also heavy. I was able to feel the weight of her words and they were pushing me down and down into depression. Her words “I got married two years ago” were spreading in every part of my existence as a virus which may have some deadly consequences. I wondered how our mother Earth can hold all this weight of globe without complaining. May be that’s why we call our Earth as mother Earth. I was really missing my mother. I had no words to speak, even if I had, they may have committed suicide within my voice box. To be clear, my mindset was completely unclear.

But uncle didn’t tell me anything about his son-in-law in the morning when I asked him about his family. I turned my face towards him. Only your bones are broken, but your daughter broke my heart. But to my surprise he was also dumb-struck. He was as surprised as me when he heard her saying that she got married two years ago. Just hope that he doesn’t fall down holding his chest.

“Yea. I got married to my passion, Painting, two years ago. I was in a relationship with my passion from 9 years, then I finally decided to marry it. I got this idea from your words AbhimanYu ‘Finding your passion is like finding a soul-mate and following it is like keeping her happy forever.’ Thanks. ” she said this with lot of passion. Her passion was visible in her eyes. For one moment I wondered that she has painted herself to perfection!

But these words spread in my body as an anti-virus to her previous words. Every part started to feel alive, again. I was suddenly feeling weightless. It felt like I was flying and may fall into one of her paintings, any moment. I turned towards his father to thank him for bringing up such a daughter. He was smiling too.

“Thanks to you RashMi, I have applied my own words many a time before, but for the first time someone else has used my words, it means a lot me”, I said finally as some words found a way through my Voice box.

“Hey Yu.. It was my pleasure to use your words. You are such an inspirer”, she said. Have you ever seen the happiest person on Earth? You should have seen me at that time.

“Thanks Mi, that’s so sweet of you.” I said blushing.

“Marriage with passion is ok dear, but where this passion which you are marrying, will live? On the footpath? Or as they say in movies, in the heart??” said her father with a smirk.

“Dad, money is not an issue. It is just to buy things.  It can’t buy happiness. Anyway I am not a girl that desires to live in a duplex, I always love to live in 2 BHK.” said Mi, with her passion as the bow and her confidence as arrows.

That’s it. Now I came to know why my Heart is divided exactly into 4 parts. Just because she is always fond of 2BHK(2+1+1=4).

“Yes uncle. Money can give you things but not happiness associated with those things. We can’t buy happiness, we can only generate it, and fuel for happiness is our passion. Doing what we don’t like makes us frustrated with what we do. Doing what we like makes us happier with what we do. Life is good only until money is in hands, but life is dangerous when money is in mind. If we really love our passion, it lives in the things we do and gives birth to thoughts in other minds. Money will keep flowing. Money is for flowing, not for being stagnant.” I said opposing uncle. I can never hear anything against following our passion. 

Uncle was surely speechless but whereas Mi was completely speechless too.

“Wow Yu, can’t agree more. Very true and inspiring. Now I am number 1 fan of your words.” then she turned towards her father, “If money is in mind there are more chances for a person to meet with accidents.” said Mi winking towards her father.

We all three started laughing. Everything was perfect at that moment.

“Haha.. I don’t know about professionally, but Students of this generation are passionately confident.”  said her father laughing. We all laughed again.

“So come, let’s have coffee, I am laughing too much today. I need coffee.” Mi said still trying to suppress her laughter. What she said? Coffee? With me? Come again!! And what? Coffee to overcome laughter! Wow..

We both started walking towards the canteen of the hospital. Sometimes it’s not about the place where we drink coffee, it’s about the people with whom we drink coffee. We ordered two coffees and took our seats.

“So do you believe in love at first sight?” Mi said with her hands resting on the table. My ears went deaf. Am I really awake? Isn’t this too fast. I have been always against time. Sometimes 1 second takes years to pass, and sometimes within seconds life changes by years. One quote which I wrote few weeks earlier was eager to come out of my Voice box.

Love at first sight is just love at first sight with the skin. It takes some more meetings, some more layers to fall in love with the heart, as our heart is some layers deeper than our skin.” I said this, but I knew I fell in love with her, years before I met her. I fell in love with just her mere existence in this world. I was waiting for her reply.

“Wow. That’s great. Let’s get married. Let’s extract the layers.”

Will work on part-4 soon.
Thanks for reading.

Links for part 1 and 2 are given below:

Yu and Mi (Part-1)

Yu and Mi (Part-2)