The science of Love

Every being that exists in between sci (sky) en (and) ce (sea) comes under the category of love. And beyond them everything is still wandering for love. For life. – Jackie Jain

The gravitational force of her presence near my existence pulled me inside the endless black hole of her eye. The moment I entered into the radius of her perfume, the charged ions in my brain got stimulated and aligned themselves in her direction. With her eye as center and her sight as the radius a circle seemed like an orbit to me with myself being the satellite in that orbit. I wish I can communicate with my planet. Her brightness seemed as if she is the only galaxy where there is life, elsewhere there is no life.

The atoms by which she is formed, felt to me as if they were magnetic and were attracting my metallic heart. The passion for her was passing like ions in my body. The happiness ions in my brain were jumping from my valence band to conduction band. There is a sure reaction of this. Thoughts which always tremble to form a bond, were getting a lot of creativity because her presence was acting as a catalyst.

My heart stopped beating, it started playing a soothing music. My brain stopped worrying, it started to allot neurons for the memories to come with her. My eyes stopped seeing, they started to act just as spectacles to her eyes. My nose stopped breathing, the only oxygen to me was her presence near me. My lungs stopped purifying blood, they started to transport my pure love for her. My legs stopped to take a step, they just want to travel in her heart to find my existence there.

The moment I saw her, her fresh aura planted some seeds in my brain which started to grow with time. Her words were falling on those seeds and they got all the nutrients thus turning them into plants. And the moment she saw me, flowers bloomed in my brain. The weeds of negativity and ego were been removed with her smile acting as the pesticide. Her one step was enough to convert my dry land of love into a beautiful lovely garden.

The data of her first sight was saved in my memory card of brain and thousands of back up files were created. All my body parts started tweeting about her. She was the trending topic in my body. The search engines were not able to match the number of searches that were being put up by my billions of neurons. A Wikipedia was ready describing about her every detail and action. She was the living internet.

Finally the science in my thoughts helped me to clear my voice box and words stood in a line waiting for their turn to speak out. And finally the time came when she asked, ‘What do you want?’ I opened my mouth and all the rockets were launched with words as the content. ‘Will you be Valentine?’ I asked, finally. She was about to say but then the science of dreams woke me up. The science here being that dreams are real only until you are asleep. My scientific real dream broke when my friend woke me up saying this following a laughter, ‘Don’t dream much bro, you are single this year’s valentine’s day too’

I felt sad about this, but still I exist between the sky and sea, so I also come in the category of love. I felt loved. And see even my friend connected to the science of dreams, he somehow knew what I was dreaming about. Haha.. So, love was in me.

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Image source: Double Quotes

** This was a work of fiction** (But not the fact that I am single.) 😉

Do you know why the Valentine’s day is celebrated?

The historic origin of this day varies  but most people agree on the fact that this day is celebrated as a mark of respect for St. Valentine.  St. Valentine was a saint in Rome in the third century. Legend says that he used to help young couples in love marry each other against the order of the Roman Emperor, who banned the marriages as he felt that single men were made better soldiers. We don’t need a day to celebrate love, but we have to believe in love. This day marks the day of love and love is within you, don’t search for it outside. I got this information on St. Valentine from today’s edition of ‘Deccan Chronicle’ newspaper.

Thanks for reading.

Yu and Mi (Part-2)

Yu and Mi
(Part -2)
*****
** This is a work of fiction.**

I was feeling nervous while climbing the stairs of the Apollo Hospitals. Even though she said ‘let’s meet next week’ the previous day, I knew she said it just because I had said meeting her tomorrow was like meeting her next week. So I was ready for a date which will be one of a kind. Which is gonna be in a hospital. I hardly slept the previous night, as I was occupied by her thoughts, and when I slept, she was in my dreams.

As I reached the third floor, my temple began playing its symphony in the worst unsynchronous way possible and an earthquake broke down in my heart with her first look as the epicenter. She had occupied all my thoughts and dreams.

I have trained my mouth to sync with my brain this time, so that my mouth doesn’t speak anything without a permission from my brain, again. I have prepared some topics in advance, if in case my mouth falls out of words. I wondered whether a person can fall in love with another person to such an extent by just looking at her/him, without any information about that person. I was not sure. I was yet to discover it.

As I reached the room no.304 and was about to open the door, I felt as fearful as a person feels while opening the door of a haunted house at midnight. And when I opened the door, I saw a ghost in blue laying lifeless on bed with his face facing towards me and the mouth open. I felt afraid as I took my steps towards him. I screamed “uncle,uncle”! But no response. My heart-beat at that time was audible even to the patient next door. I was about to touch the body but within a second the life-less body sprang to life. Goosebumps.

I was about to run but then the ghost spoke “Hey my son, I was sleeping. I am glad that you care for me so much. I am absolutely fine my son. Come,have a seat.” My nervousness came down but still I felt embarrassed as he always addresses me as his son. Damn! I have a thing for your daughter! And by the way where is your daughter, I wanted to ask him.

“Today no one came to meet you, uncle?” I asked him. Being safe is always the best option.

“My wife will arrive here by today afternoon and my daughter went to a pharmacy store for medicines, she will be back in 10 minutes. That’s it! That is my family. And even you came to meet me” He includes me in his family. I sat on a chair nearby him and was thinking how to start a conversation with her dad. From where to start.

“So what do you do beta?” he asked adjusting himself inorder to sit on his bed. A question for which every parent has a patent to ask any youth in any situation, doesn’t matter even if their bones of hands are broken or not! Instead why don’t they ask ‘What is your passion beta?’

But then suddenly the doors opened up. A powerful storm disguised in the form of a girl appeared from the other side of the door. I was stunned by this epitome beauty that has a power to hypnotize the whole world with just one smile. I have heard about Bermuda Triangle before, but for the first time I saw my own version of Bermuda triangle. The triangle formed by her two eyes and her mouth as the three vertices of the triangle, instantly became my version of Bermuda triangle. My thoughts took off from my brain and landed in that triangle but they never came back. I think they got lost in that triangle. I think I need a seat belt for not to fall in this triangle. I never saw such a beauty anywhere. Describing her in just words would just be an insult.

“Hey Yu, I thought you would come next week!”, she said with a sarcastic tone.

“Then I think I should go”, I said laughing too.

“Hey dad, here are your medicines. I have already paid our house rent, current bill and LIC beema amount. So you don’t have to worry papa. Doctor said you would be discharged in two days.” She said to her dad. But she didn’t reply to me. She didn’t tell to stay. She didn’t tell to go. So I would stay.

“Aww! You are my son. You are so caring and responsible. God bless you Rashmi beta” said her dad with a feeling of pride. How proud parents feel if they see their children fulfilling their responsibilities!

“Papa, I am your son. I am your daughter. I learnt everything from you.”, she said this with a sheer confidence. I wanted to ask uncle what would he prefer me to become, his son-in-law or daughter-in-law!

As this daughter and dad pair were talking with each other, I began looking around. I expected a lot this morning and now in this 5-star hospital, with all these medicines served in the menu and the sound of these medical equipments acting as the background music, I was having a date one of a kind. WOW!

“Ha beta. So what do you do?”, said uncle interrupting my chain of thoughts. Huh! Parents!!

“B. Tech third year uncle”, I said having no spark of an engineer graduate.

“Oh! That’s great! Engineering ha! Some people don’t do it just because it is tough” said uncle.

“There’s nothing great in doing engineering uncle, it is like a 10th class nowadays. And it’s not about being tough uncle, it is just because it is followed by the most. How wrong we are! ” I said having experienced this 3 years of hell.

“Hmm. But engineering is famous. And many students join engineering which makes it tougher.  Such is the competition. And this competition gave rise to commercial age of education. But competition is imoprtant to succeed.” Said uncle. Rashmi was not that interested in this conversation. Change the topic uncle.

“No uncle. We don’t have to compete. We are already complete. We just have to follow our passion. Not the passion and profession of others. If and only if our passion turns into our profession, It will help our nation. Life is simple uncle, complications are in our mind. Everyone is given a key to one’s passion, but we keep searching for doors of others’ passion. So the door to our own passion remains closed. Finding our passion is like finding a soul-mate and following it is like keeping her happy forever.” I said mentioning some quotes which I wrote few weeks earlier. I like topics on life and passion rather than education and degrees.

“Wow.. Yu.. That’s amazing.. I really liked this soul-mate and door-key part. Very well said. I am impressed. I am really feeling good now.” Said Rashmi who was feeling uneasy so far. Yes. Her looks are magic to me and my words are magic to her.

“Thank you so much Mi. By the way what do you do?” I asked her and expected ‘I love you, Yu’ in return from her side.

“I got married two years ago.”

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Thanks for reading.

Link for ‘Yu and Mi (Part-1)’ – https://jackiejain.wordpress.com/2015/09/13/yu-and-mi-part-1/

Yu and Mi – (Part 1)

September 9th 2015:
Not only that day was special for me, but also the place. I have been to Mumbai many times before, but for the first time after my birth day, I was in my birth place, Mumbai on the day of my birthday, which was on 9th September. I had planned last month that I will start a series on my birthday, but recently some events took me back and kept me busy and involved in them. I am back to home from Mumbai. Though the reason for this trip to Mumbai was quite disturbing, but I think it was all written..

Yu and Mi
(Part-1)

** This is a work of fiction **
*****

It was the day when I realized that my heart doesn’t beat only for me.

“Can I come in madam?” I requested, standing outside of the class, to the teacher who was roaming in the class with her hawk eyes on each and every student.

“You are late.” she said with a loud voice.

“Madam, I can explain”, I said.

“Just because you can complete the exam paper in 2 hours, it doesn’t mean you can come late to the examination hall by an hour” she said indicating to the conversation which we had in earlier classes of her in which I had mentioned that I can complete my examination in 2 hours. Damn!
I was thinking what to say on this, when the teacher herself said “Come in”.
“Thank you mam”. I said with a half-hearted smile.

**After a few moments**

Sitting in a room where the temperature was trying to touch the double the hours in a day(48), I was trying to concentrate on the paper that lay in front of me. I tried my best to read the first question of AWP (Antennas and wave Propagation) paper, but my thoughts were completely occupied by the incident that took place in the morning. It felt like that the topics which I have prepared the previous day, were getting dried in my brain and were falling down along with sweat. I saw around the Examination hall, the students (murderers) were doing their best for what they are known for. Everyone was killing thousands of words and sentences, then burying them in 32 page graveyard. May the words rest in peace, I thought.

Then I slowly looked up for some inspiration to write something. But no use. I blamed electricity for this. Just like a helicopter doesn’t fly unless its wings are rotating in a circular motion on the top of it, in the same way students’ thoughts doesn’t fly unless the the three winged fan rotates in a circular motion. No power.

I looked outside of the room, which is on the 4th floor of the college. There were dozens of vehicles moving on the roads of the college. Instantly I felt more fearful. A body completely dipped in blood appeared in front of me. I saw the depth in his eyes which were calling for help. I closed my eyes. It kept haunting me. I don’t know what I wrote in this mid 1 paper. Somehow, I was confident (not completely though) that I will do better in Mid exam 2, as it’s the best of these two exams, mid 1 and mid 2, that counts in the main examination result. After few moments, teacher tapped on my bench showing her watch! I would have said “Wow! Fastrack, it’s a brand!”, if I was not disturbed. But I was disturbed, so I didn’t say anything. She took my paper.

I rushed out of the class, then went running down the stairs. I called for an auto and said “Apollo Hospitals”.

I stepped into the hospital, dozens of people were roaming here and there enquiring whereabouts of their relatives who were admitted in the hospital. I snaked through all of them and reached the help desk. “Mr. Karan Mehra”, I said to the Nurse in blue,  asking about his admitted room!
She checked her book and said 304, and asked me how is he related to me. I simply said “Uncle”.

I ran upstairs for the 3rd floor. Even though there were lifts, they were already crowded by a queue of people waiting to move to upper floors. I was trembling as I reached the room in which he was admitted. I can’t think beyond what happened this morning. As I went into the room, I was dumb struck.

A beautiful girl in parrot green salwar kameej was sitting near a man who was in his 40’s and laying down on bed and was dressed in blue. For an instant I forgot why I came here. Everything was blank. Time seemed as if it had stopped. My eyes felt as if they had found their portal to fall into. My heart felt as if it has found a permanent dweller. My brain felt as if it has found a person to whom it can allot all the neurons in the will. I was falling deeper, deeper and deeper into her eyes, even though they were not looking at me.
“Who are you?”, she asked me when she saw me coming inside.
I was about to say, you are the mother of thoughts that took birth in my brain within 9 seconds I first saw you. But then the man on the bed spoke,
“Hey, my son, Thank you so much. It’s because of you I am breathing today. God bless you son. I am glad that there is still humanity alive in this Kalyug. Come come sit. Rashmi beta, he is the boy who saved me today morning during the accident. He brought me to this hospital and called your mom in the morning to rush into the hospital.”

RASHMI

“But mom is in Delhi dad. She called me and told about this accident and the hospital where you are admitted.” She said feeling guilty even though there was no mistake from her side.

“Thank you uncle” I said and thought what to say next. “I am happy that you are safe and sound here”.
He felt glad. Even the girl. The portal came walking towards me and shaked her hand with mine. Seeing her eyes from such a small distance, I saw my reflection in her eyes. The image that appeared in her eyes was looking very happy. My eyes were working faster than my brain. My mouth was out of words. Her “Thank you” was echoing throughout my body.

“It was my responsibility to save the person who was crying for help, I am glad that he was your father”. I said with a constant smile. She smiled and nodded and then said “That’s so good of you”.

“Coffee?” I asked. There were thousands of words I could have said, but I don’t know how this word came out of my mouth. I am somewhat safer because we were at a sound distance from her father.
“Do you think I will come for coffee with you leaving my dad in this hospital?” She said almost with a shock.
“And why should I come for coffee with you? It doesn’t mean that if you saved my dad’s life, I should come for coffee with you”

She was stabbing, with my heart as the target.

I was disappointed, not with her, but with myself. I went near to the bed.
“Get well soon uncle. Wishing a quick recovery.” I said with a 100% forced smile.
I reached the door and was about to leave. But life had a different plan for me. Rashmi came near the door and said, “I can’t come for coffee, but we can meet here, in this hospital tomorrow.”
I was elated. I tried to suppress my happiness.
“But tell me one reason why should I meet you tomorrow?” she asked. “Don’t tell me that you saved my dad”.
It’s difficult to understand these complex femaletic creatures. I thought for a while on this. And then the creativity inside me came into picture.
“There is some part of you in me and some part of me in you.” I said with a smile.
“What? How come?” she said with a puzzled look.
“There is Yu in my name, Abhimanyu and Mi in your name, Rashmi.”

She was impressed I should say.
“Let’s meet tomorrow then” she said hiding her laughter.
I should have gone by now but my mouth works faster than my brain,
“To meet you tomorrow is like meeting you the next week.” I said this without the permission of my brain. I hoped that I haven’t spoiled this once again. I was eagerly waiting for her reply.

“Then let’s meet next week.”

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