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JAB WE MET!!!

‘Traffic congestion’ one damn thing I loathed very much now. Especially when you are in a taxi ,hurrying to catch a train ,to reach a place in time , to change your destiny ; you are more probable of getting a heart attack. But I made myself relaxed and that’s me. Reading the ‘most romantic novel’ ever created by any human, I despised the fact that I never had a single romantic moment in my twenty seven years of living.
“Sir ! we have reached” the driver informed me.. “oh!!” I replied and got out of his vehicle took my luggages .Removed some currencies from my wallet and paid him.He spoke in an hesitant tone “sir balance”. With a feeling of greatness I replied “Keep the change”..He shouted back “hey you have to give me 20 rupees more”. Raised my eye brows in shame “oops !! sorry” .Paid him his balance and entered the station.
All this time the verses and scenes from the novel kept running in my mind.. “love is a spark”… “love hits you”… “falling for her”… “walking with her , holding her soft hands”.. Finally reached the platform number 6. The information board displayed “Train delayed by 20 minutes …” I said to myself , “its all right”..
I looked around the place to trace something interesting , to kill the time I got out of the imperfections of our railway department.. Something struck me… ‘Wait’ ..Its actually someone.. I peeked again in the direction that dazzled me.. I finally realized.. ‘a girl’.. But not just a girl , my heart said “the girl”… She was standing alone with a small bag hung on her shoulders.I walked towards her to have a better look. The more I went close ,the more I lost myself. “Damn it” she seems to be the pinnacle of beauty. Her fair skin , long browny-black hair, expressive face and cherubic smile. Why nature has been so generous to her?. Her stylish black jeans and light blue tops ; aptly matched this ‘ravishing lass’.
I realized I have been staring at her for two long minutes. ‘My grey matter’ insisted the fact again and again “ Ajay you waited all these years only for her, if you miss her , your life would be one screwed up mess” … I know I have to talk to her, impress her and make her hear my heart’s song I composed for her… I went close to her, cleared my throat and said “hi”.. She turned towards me . ‘ My heart missed a beat’. Hesitantly she replied “hi”. I reacted quickly “hmmm, I am Ajay… I was waiting for my train and ... I saw you.. Have we met before??.. You look familiar..” She smiled “No ! I don’t think so..” . I spoke “oh!! Your name?? …. If you don’t mind “.. She smiled again and informed “Neha”.. I reiterated her “Neha Neha”.. My mind started to work with her name ‘Neha Ajay’ … wow!! I kept looking at her face.. I know time is running , I need to make a move. I urged my grit and spoke , “look Neha , I don’t want to circle around things.. I’ll come to the point..” Her smiled disappeared and she took a serious look . I continued “ Actually I got impressed by you,.. I dunno who you are and ofcourse you don’t know me.. But one thing I know is I want you in my life..” I spotted anger in her vivid eyes.. “Please don’t take me as a cheap loafer or something.. You are the first girl ,to whom ,I am speaking like this in my life and I dunno why”… She turned her face away from me . Oh , what have I done . I messed up everything;should have handled things little slowly. I regretted.
I tried to make up for the damage “Life is meant to live and I now feel, for me , living is meant to be with you…. please say something.” She turned and said “what do you want me to say, look I am …….” She started to say something .. I interrupted “cool ..cool.. wait . First of all I am sorry for the way I approached , but ofcourse not for what I have said.. I get you something to chill you down.. then we can talk about it”.. I went to get something for ‘my girl’.. She waved her head in disgust and combed her long hair back.. What can I get in a railway platform that is ‘worthy of this princess’.. I went to a stall and bought two tins of cool drinks and made sure they are really cool.. I ran back to her and offered one tin.. She stared at me . I understood her look and played with words “hey look! I am just offering a cool drink, accepting this doesn’t mean you are accepting my proposal… Fair enough???” She chuckled and took the cool drink from me. Her fingers slightly touched mine.. Wow!!.. She took two sips. I started my ‘ impress – schemes’ again.. I told her everything about me, my ambition , my life… finally questioned her “hmmm so what do you say? Am I worthy enough?”. She ‘smiled’ again ,it was more of a ‘laugh’.. I romantically added “ Please don’t smile again… I don’t have another heart to lose”.. She smiled closing her eyes with her fingers .. I asked myself ‘is it coy??’ .. She looks even more prettier when shyness overtook her sternness…
A guy with a little girl in his hand came towards us…. And said “I got the luggages ..” She turned to me and said “ Ajay this is my husband Naresh and that’s my daughter Priya..”. “What?” … “hu… hus …. Husband” . I am almost on the verge of fainting. She pointed me to him and said “And ,this is Ajay… hmmm….a friend of mine”. She smiled yet again at me. But I am in no mood now to admire her smile.Her hubby offered his hand to shake with mine as a friendly gesture and greeted “Hi Ajay”. I shook with him. I squirmed over what have I done now.. ‘ I shook hands with the MR of my wished to be MRS’.
“Ok honey I’ll go and get cab for us, you come ... and bye Mr.Ajay” saying this he left. And again me and her alone ,but now I cant savor being alone with her. I am really embarrassed ; cant even look her eyes.She finally broke the silence and spoke “ So Ajay hope you would have understood …”.I shook my head in approval and said “ I am sorry … really sorry… ”. She started to walk past me , walking three steps she turned and smiled at me and said “ Had I met you before Naresh …… well….. I would have fallen for you…. Bye” saying this she slowly disappeared into the crowd…
The announcement of the arrival of my train startled me. I came out of what had just happened.Took my luggages and walked. I realized what was in my hand “The romantic novel”. I threw it in trash and entered my train.

WHY??

It is always a pleasure to watch blood gushing out , except if its not our own blood. And the smell of my blood didn’t please me . The tincture on my wound seems to be more powerful than I anticipated. I took a long breath . In this tent I felt really relaxed . Someone needs to inform me that I am in a battleground to realize the disasters going on out there. Yes , I am a soldier; fighting for my country. In this solitude ‘licking my wounds’ which I endured for my country.After thirteen hours and forty seven minutes of combating ; I got my own time to breath. I walked out of the tent.All over the place I saw wounded soldiers, blood splashed and bodies lying disrespectfully .These images are not new to me ; perhaps for any ‘warrior’. I smiled ,boasting over my ‘warrior title’.
A corpse at a distance got my attention .I marched towards it. It didn’t take much effort for me to recognize the ‘ex-human’ (ya he is not a human anymore ,just a thing).It was I who shot this bastard. How dare he fights against my nation. I shouted in ire ,“ You and your country deserve this you sick son of a b****”. I felt really proud of my bravery.I wanted the comfort of the tent.So took one last glance at my victim.Something started disturbing me. My pride melted like a ice placed near a burning kettle. All I had in my mind now is one question “Why did I kill him??” Ya he is a ‘enemy soldier’ that’s why!!!..But does he deserve death for that..
I stared at him for quiet a long time . He looked more like me; two eyes ,two ears, nose, hair,two arms and legs.. I know that’s because we both are humans.I didn’t kill an alien just a fellow human being. I shouted to myself “Hey don’t be stupid, you did your duty”.. But what is my duty ;killing innocent people?.Is he innocent?? I don’t know.. I don’t even know his name ,yet I took his life with my bravery.. What has he wronged me?? Did he harm my parents? Did he molest my wife? Did he assault my little girl? NO !! is the obvious answer.. Then why ?? Patriotism(both his and mine).. I have heard ‘killing being justified by vengeance’ but can patriotism justify it.?. What is patriotism after all? ‘love for my country’ .. Then what is ‘country’? I felt really annoyed with my mind for framing so many questions today.. Country is a land ,a part of our planet earth which we divided from the rest for human ruling. One truth hit me right on my mind ‘I killed this person for the imaginary boundary which my ancestors created’… of course if I didn’t, he would have killed me.. What really made us enemies?? Being born few hundred kilometers apart across the boundary??. Ya that’s all… Else we would have been friends,even would have shared drinks..
Does he have a family??.Loving parents, beautiful wife and smart children waiting for him to return home.. A pleasant ‘family reunion’ scene came to my mind.. But I erased this scene from reality.. Because he is never gonna walk back home… With a single trigger of my rifle I changed lives of many people.. ‘I ended a man’s life’ , I turned ‘a woman into a widow’ and made children father less… If I have so much power over others’ life , then “am I God” or is God acting on me to carry his deeds.. I have heard that God has a reason for every deed of His. Does He has one for this?? I don’t know…
I knelt down ,closed his eyes with the very hands that closed his life.. I stood up and saluted him for his “humanship”… I walked back thinking , “Am I a soldier or a creep sinner ,only God(if exist) can judge me”………

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LOVE

Love is one of the most beautiful feelings that man vibes in life. ‘Love is rapturous’. Every movie ,every novel centered upon on love ,por
traits ‘love’ as the magic that binds souls together .. Men and women in love say “true love never ends”.
Well well , I agree with all this .But does true love never ends??. It really disturbed me. Then all love that breaks are “apocryphal” ?. This urged me to search for an answer.
Actually love is of many genres. But the one we are interested here is the ‘romantic love’. The love between a man and a woman. Love is an assortment of three phases. Falling in love , falling out of love and start loving.
FALLING IN LOVE:
As the name says it makes us “fall”. Either the other person’s looks or their behaviour or any other aspect attracts us . The point is “it makes us fall”. It is when the ecstatic feeling begins . Why we feel so?? The explanation will be a little tricky…. When we were born and we start enjoying mother’s love ‘psychologically’ we feel an oneness with our surrounding . There was no “me” and “you”.. But as we grow ,we start developing a seperatedness.. The “me” starts to develop and the “ego boundaries” grows. We all start carrying an identity .This makes us sick,frustated and insecure….. But when we “fall in love” this ego boundary dilutes partially.. We once again feel the oneness ( with the person ). . The “me” and “you” gets redefined as “we” . And this gives a soothing feeling.. We do anything for ‘our another half’.. This makes one say “love is beautiful” This oneness inspires us ,encourages us ,gives us courage and power to face anything in life.. But.
The fairy tale saying “ they lived happily ever after” does not exist in reality.

FALLING OUT OF LOVE:
‘Life becomes absolutely unexplainable ,when you try to explain the inevitable’.. Yes ‘falling out of love’ is inevitable.. It is an ugly truth , but a truth.. The moment one falls in love , ‘his falling out of love’ is dated ,perhaps ‘post-dated’.. It could be after the espousal or even before that .. Why is it so?? Under the spell of love you have fallen in ; ‘the other person seems perfect’.. His/her every imperfections seems to add worth to them.. But as days slips by,the month rolls by the spell slowly disappears and you start living with a “fellow person” of this world. The ego boundaries sets back.. The “we” diappears and the “you and me” starts appearing…
This is when people say “it was all his/her fault”, “you are not the same you used to be”, “you deceived me”, “you have changed a lot”!!!!... The other person’s smallest imperfections makes them unworthy of our love. Actually it is no bodies fault , we humans are “hard-wired “ that way..
This is when most relationship breaks.This is where marriages comes to an end. If we don’t understand this ‘inevitable nature of ours’ ,then love becomes miserable and life becomes even more miserable.

START LOVING:
‘Start loving’?? Then what were we talking about for so long?? ( To me the ‘real human love’ starts only here). Love demands effort. Love tires us. But it makes us evolve and it adds to our selfworth… makes life more meaningful and happy.. Only when the “magic” ends real love begins.. You don’t still feel the person as a part of yourself.. But still you work for them ,make them feel good,.. you embrace them . “And this what love is all about”.. People who can really love are independent. Love is not “ I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU” .This is actually a dependance . We need the person for only our comfort and demands , in a subtle way. Real love is “ I CAN LIVE WITHOUT YOU ,BUT STILL I WANT TO LIVE WITH YOU” . Many relationship doesn’t come to this stage and that’s where love breaks. Love is a commitment. A commitment that makes life more meaningful…
Each of the three phases are equally enjoyable if you understand them.. “START LOVING,START LIVING”

[REFERENCE :- from the book “ROAD LESS TRAVELLED” by DR.SCOTT PECK]