ek shayari

Arz karein..
Fariyaad karein hum..
Dil kahein..
Duniya deke hum!
Jaan kahe..
Kahi kho na ja..
Duniya kahein aa tayyar hai hum!

8/10 Montenegro street!

Montenegro street, is a picture of art!
It was a fine morning with the smile of a sun carrying the heat of the universe. Workers were reaching the shops as well as the customers. Everything happens here not with any unusual reasons. And they all were smiling. Their smiles brought even more light to the street.
When the bell rang from the fish market, a new guy was already there in the street to get some fish. He was none other than the Prince of Turkey walking down in a merchant's outfit. Most people warming up in the market are already staring at him. For his charmness and the pleasant smile came out of his face.
Either side of the street were filled with shops. First three for perfumes, then the next two for tobacco. The different smell coming out of the perfume shops extracted a new aroma and hit the young prince's nostrills. He saw the perfume shops then, with most of the customers are women, but the shop-keepers are men. And they are driving those women ravingly. When he reached the tobacco stalls, he saw the customers are men, but the shop-keepers are women. And those women were sitting there with the power to drive those tobacco headed men for no limits. All shop-keepers kept smiling no matter what, while all the customers shared many types of expressions with their faces. The people have already noted him. The workers invited him to their shops with their long lasting smile.
He walked straight to the fish market meanwhile studying every new things about the market. The grain shops and the fruit stalls were the bargaining centers. People quarreling with other people for their own mean profit, a well definition for the bargainers. One guy was stealing stuffs from between all those.
The Spice shops seemed to be quite silent than the others. Rich people are cutting high deals from there for spices, without a word being said, they were doing business profitably.then there was flower shops, where he saw some children doing the business. The different kinds of flowers and its ignited fragrances was quite inviting. He stood there for a moment to enjoy the scene. But the pretty looking girl who was walking behind him couldn't lose that moment and she walked into him. She couldn't go back from that moment and her invariable force of walking brought him down. He was falling straight into those flowers. The children started crying loud. The perfume men and women were already lost in their smells, and they all kept smiling and singing, with the noise of children's cry. While in tobacco shops, men stood up from their chair. The look of their faces brought the bright feeling of a street war. But the tobacco women controlled them by setting a new roll for them. Everybody was looking at him. One woman was even rolling her tongue through her lips, when her eyes met his charming face. While some of them were paused looking at his falling long hair. The quarreling people at the shops also stood quite for a moment, next moment they abused the girl for doing so and threw a banana at the crying children intending to stop crying. But when they looked at the young man falling, their eye brows got raised, but the small knife jumped out of his under-cloth put them back to its position. Back to quarreling again. The stealing guy from there was already full in his jacket and started running after making a strange sound out of his throat.
The Spice men didn't tell a word, but they already understood his royalty from his bracelets. Their eyes distributed a poor look for the lady and a Sshhh feeling for the children at the same time. And they were back to work in next moment. The young man touched the ground hidden inside the heap of flowers. he laid there until, the course of his fall, lend him a pretty hand. His eyes automatically got planted into hers. He saw his knife on her other hand, and before accepting her hand, he hid his bracelet under his cloth, and he was rising up with the help of an invincible force. The way his cheeks moved described the insight of his mind. That smile doesn't come enough in a prince's life. But it faded off when she ran away from him throwing his knife at him. His eyes automatically followed her foot steps until the wind covered it with dusts.
Once again, he started walking towards the fish market, lost in that past moment. His body was moving towards the market, but his mind was flying with her. Flying like a wind, with the sound of nature, and a feeling called love was emerging! He remembered that one strange sound came out from the stealing guy's throat. Something hidden in the air around him connected with his mind inside and made him think about that strange sound. Her jackets were also full. He remembered. And then the young prince smiled again. Making sure that this one really doesn't happen much in a prince's life. By then he was standing in the Fish market!

G for Gown!!!

All this time we have been on earth, we have always discovered something and we kept discovering new things. Every second we are becoming new here. That ignites my imaginations even more. I wanted to find the best inventions so far made by man. But the possibilities that leading to an invention kept me thinking for a long time to find the appropriate one. What in the hells idea would have been gone through ones mind to invent a gown! Yeah, a silk gown! I really think thats one of the greatest invention so far. No, i really does.
The clothes we wear to hide our inner-self from others, that's how the whole thing emerged and since that a million types of clothes has been manufactured and made into real. Clothes redefine the personality of the person wearing the clothe.That goes good with the society. But here I'm talking about a gown, when you wear one, you don't need to worry about the shirts or the other appropriate accessories that you would need to get down to earth. The whole idea of clothing will take round turn when you have a whole big gown. People from the ancient eras to the Kashmiri wonders living in earth knows the magnificence of living inside a gown. Every King that ever ruled this world has wore a gown at least once in their life. That's how important a gown was.
If you think what you are knowing from here is changing your clothical views then let me tell you, never ever use a gown, because you might get trapped in it. A real trap. But as far as there is happiness in trapping down in the best invention of humans, let me tell you, why don't you go buy a gown today and then we talk??

Good Morning!

Why's a good in every morning? A good states with something good only. Maybe its because of that. Everyone likes good, even the bad people does. Two words from two different poles when merged can become something, this time its very beautiful. Good Morning!
How many people in this world uses these words often in their life? I does. The pleasant sunny feel comes the glowing hot sun, that's the feel of a morning. A real sunny Morning!

Dec 25th; The ants aren't sleeping!

Today is a special day. Merry Christmas to all. I'm closed tight in my apartment here with nobody to watch around. The bats are still sleeping. I was thinking what Jesus would have been doing if he was alive. May be he'll just cut the cake and write new chapters for bible. But definitely he wouldn't stare at the airplanes flying outside like me. I'm sorry there was no need of stating that in here. But I'm really staring at the sky. Its a Christmas sky. Celebrations are going on everywhere,crackers exploding, lights coming up and I'm just here, on my own, with my ants. This is more like a battle field now. And i started thinking about fighting with the whole world with my army of ants. My mighty mighty army has been working, working, working & working only every time i meet them. I own them but still they are running everywhere through my apartment. Even on this very special day. That's ridiculous. What kind of a lazy houseman are you?Why are they roaming around? To feed their family! At least i could have let them know that its a special day going on here. i hadn't yet. I went there. Left to the tv and down to the gilma equipment lies the great ground of granite. Millions of soldier ants walk through iy everyday. I'd have been a billionaire by now if i had put taxes for them. I told them. This is a free world. No taxes here. Just keep roaming all your life. Today is special. I cant tell you why. Coz its a big story.
Everything was same until i took out a new ravishing huge packet of bread and jam. The music was on in the next moment and i called it for a celebration. I guess now they are gonna enjoy the music nicely. Slices of bread with jam all over it, all over it means really all over it. And i presented it my fellow ants. Have a nice day. I'm gonna take a nap now. There were some lost ones trying to find their way. I swept all of them to the party ground. Hours went away. i came back after a nap. The bread is now half. I could smell their thoughts from here. They thought the party is moving onto the second half. But they had no idea what they were gonna face. I counted one, two, three... and then there was a rain of sugar cubes on them. Every five minutes it kept raining. And i constantly changed the music Sugar Sugar Sugar everywhere! And finally they were dancing. Somebody is having a good time here and i thanked myself on first hand and followed their step on dancing. The music went loud again..
"I like to move it... move it"
"I like to move it... move it"
And i heard them screaming... "We like to??"
I paused and scream back in return "Move it".

DON- The Beginning!!!

Out there atop the mountain ranges in Alabama lies the city. The beauty of the place was not only bounded with its name, but also in every persons too. There was a school in there, in fact the only school situated over a distance of 200 sq km. A small little place for the little little angels to get ready for the real world to find the depth  of becoming a human being, and they all jumps curiously into that depth, for no reasons.
 There were a lot of children studying in that school. The teachers were trained from the oxicity university of excellence to guide the children of heaven to perfection. The happiness was present in every faces seen there. Some dreamt for college while some dreamt of following the legacy of Shahrukh khan & Sachin Tendulkar. But things were different with a young boy from 2nd standard. He dreamt of holding a lighted cigarette in his left hand and a loaded pistol in his right one. The teachers compelled him to study multiplication table and he created a multiplication table on his own. He always wanted to smell the smoke coming from the cuban cigar iced between his father's fingers. But the father's happiness was in never letting him do that. While his mother found happiness in clapping her hands after gifting him a cuban cigar on his 4th birthday.
His teachers believed one day they could throw him out of the school, and they all dreamt for that day, anxiously. That day they decided to catch him for not doing the homework. He was asked to take out his book along with others. But he never really had one. The teacher was already scratching her nails to pierce on his ears. The boy smiled and said, my book is missing. The teacher's happiness for those words were present in her eyes. But unfortunately, all of the students books were also missing. The teacher was left with no evidence but still she entered his name on the 'most notorious' list of the school. The only name appeared on it, don!
The second standard exams were on its way and everyone were so sure of showing the way out of the school after it. Except the fact that, Don already knew that the battle was on.
The exams were placed one after the other. And every students started studying according to it. But not the don, he never wanted to study for he was so sure of his destiny. One day, he was sitting in the lovely shades of a huge tree, which was busy all the time wresting with the wind. A girl was walking towards the tree and she too started enjoying the shades. She opened her text books and threw her warm eyes on Don, sitting next to her. He was busy watching the birds crying, but there was some innocence in his eyes. And the girl fell for it. She walked to him and offered to help him with the studies. He wanted to kick on her stomach. But then he would definitely be thrown out of the school very soon. So he smiled at her. He chased her eyes and entered her heart to teach her about the unhappiness, which was ruining her childhood. She wanted to close her text books and sit next to him. But the exams worried her much than the love spreading from her heart. And don went on fishing, with being the only fisher in the pond.
The school started and the freshness of the day was loosing slowly in the first period itself. And then the second was dropping eyes to a world of boredom. And then the break came. They met again on the lap of the tree. This time don noticed the head of the barbie doll jumped outside from her bag. Whenever he saw a barbie doll, a smile used to come in his face, which was so sure of what he is going to do next. Next moment, the girl witnessed her barbie doll fell on ground raped and organs teared into pieces. Her face changed and she ran to the teachers, crying. She explained for what happened with her barbie doll in the presence of Don. When she said don, the teachers went happy and excused from their work to prepare for the incident. This time don was really caught. He was taken to the staff room immediately and they fired hard at him. He stood there, like in a picture, not moving, and sometimes smiling at them.
The principal was in busy next room, and the teachers had to wait for her to take the appropriate actions. Every teacher proposed their own idea for punishing him heavily and throwing him out. The bell rang for the third period, and unhappily the teachers left to take classes leaving the rest to the principal. But the principal was busy at that moment.
After some time, the principal arrived and questioned him for what he had done. She showed him the papers shes gonna sign for throwing him out of the school. This time don talked, Are you gonna throw me out of the school for tearing a barbie doll?? A barbie doll brought in school. Wasn't i just obeying the rules of the wisdom of this school? My color pencils aren't wet yet and a barbie doll is gonna kill my 2nd standard life?
The principal was shocked and still couldn't feel the depth of the smile coming out of his face. She left him doing nothing, but promising him those papers after the exams. Before leaving, he asked her, pointing to a heap of books, Does that goes to my class?? Can i go with it?? I'm kind of lost here not knowing my own class. She refused to look at his face again. Don walked out, like a free man, out of the jail, with a heap of books on his hand and he was in no mood to sit in a boring class and walked towards that tree. The tree was still wresting with the wind. They have been fighting since they have known each other. The longest war ever happened in this earth. "Still happening", that really came out in don's voice. He heard the bell ranging and he felt somebody is walking towards him. It was that barbie girl. She stopped when she saw him. The don was smiling. She was surprised seeing him there. But was that surprise for real.? She was smiling back at him. She walked close to him. After throwing the last stone into the woods, don looked at her and pointed his finger towards the heap of books placed there, and said, 'Now you can start teaching me!'
He took out the question papers hidden in the books and showed it to her. She took them and went through the questions of exam. She hugged him from his front and said, my name is Ayesha! She walked back and asked, the plan was to write the questions into a paper right? But this seems to be a printed one!
My hand is allergic to the dirt coming out of the pencils! What do you think, if I'm good enough to write all these questions in papers, would i be standing here with you? This is why our principal has brought that photocopier machine there. To take photo copy of papers.
You don't mind sharing the first rank with me, do you? Although you can take the credit for teaching me for the first rank among others. She smiled and said, only if you are getting me a new barbie doll.
"Ab mujhe koi nahi rok sakta...."

Volvo 650A [M.G Road to Aluva]

Out of the 12 million luxury buses in the world, The last one i noted was 650A-Volvo, running daily to Aluva from M.G road of Cochin at exactly 7.00 PM! Everyday they runs on the same route with all the seats covered with asses of the lucky travelers. Fortunately, I also was a daily visitor of this bus, the front one to the corner seat from the last, i have always believed that seat is mine!

Several days i have returned from my office in this bus, but never come across with a complaint. Every day you get into a bus, you come across with different sorts of people from different parts of the city. You will never know who he/she was, what her/ his character was, what are they in real life, but the one thing you will have to remember always is out of the million chances of not meeting these people, the destiny has brought together all of you under one closed moving box with a/c. Possibilities are many. I sat on my seat as usual and directed all the air pipe fronts towards my face. Its bringing cold now to my face. 

Its been a while the bus started, seats are getting filled easily. I was eagerly waiting for someone to share my seat with. The bell screamed tight informing the next stop and i saw people setting themselves to get into the bus somehow and get there asses placed on the unfilled seats. But they didn't had any clue that they all were fighting for just one seat, at that time, and that one's beside me. I smiled!
The bus stopped and all of them marched in, but only one could take the seat with me, and i saw an old woman, rushing towards me aiming the seat. She hit everyone who was on her way to me. A lot of baggages too. At the first sight she threw me a couple of bags at me and smiled at my face like a newly born kid. I could easily calculate the number of tooth's in her mouth with that smile she gave. But i didn't want to do it, because i knew she had only 3! Then she took a whopping 100 rupees note from her money bag and cut one ticket to Palakkad. 

Wait a minute, did i hear Palakkad out of her mouth? When i saw the conductor's laughing face joined by other fellow travelers i understood it was for real. The woman was climbing the peak of embarassement, sitting beside me there. She was arguing without knowing that the bus will go until Aluva only. I didn't talk anything. People sitting around were trying to understand her the situation, and she was hearing everything so perfectly like a fresh kid in school. She asked the conductor to cut her a ticket anywhere he likes. I was stunned with that clause she put forward. The wise conductor accepted the woman's wish by cutting a ticket to the next stop. She got up wanting to get down at the next stop and asked me to catch her bags and when i did, she started walking to the door, i walked behind her carrying the bags. The next moment i was standing in Palarivattom bus stop with an old woman, holding her bags, with no penny in my pocket. The woman was closely watching everything appeared before her eyes and some time later she found me also with her eyes. A young boy standing before her holding her bags. She got fascinated, and took away her bags from me. She was smiling too. She thanked me and then she asked, This stop belongs to you also, right? Good!

I nodded with a smile. She asked how much time it would take to reach Palakkad from there. 

"Probably a 3-4 hours, in bus!" She felt okay with my answer, and so i asked her, "Its a long way for a woman like you to travel in the night."

She replied, "oh, i don't mind dying on my way."

With a smile, she replied again, "After 21 years i wanted to come to this city again to attend my grand child's funeral. 21 years i lived inside my house without going out and when i heard my grand child is getting buried, i rushed. Now i'm here in front of you, do you think it really matters me to reach home in time.?"
I was motionless, but i had to really answer her queries with the smile she expected from me. I smiled. She too. She said, "boy, go home, before it gets too late for you."
I smiled again in short of words and in brief steps i made her understood, how to reach Palakkad from there, and then it ended with a bye. I started walking and walking and walking.
I knew i had to walk at least 5 kilo meters now to reach my home, with no penny in hand, in the memory of some smiles provided by the old woman standing far behind me. By the way, Is she still standing there? I asked myself Or has she gone from there too? The answer was in her eyes.. the eyes searching freedom without expecting the wonders of this world buried in beliefs. Shes having the most memorable moments of her life. And i'm walking for the ticket i already have in my pocket. I teared it and taught them to fly in the middle of the road. The five kilo meters i was gonna walk felt like nothing to me comparing to the smile of the woman i saw. The road of destiny was far spread in front of me!

The Story of a Smiley :-)

It was a Sunday. I spend my Sundays by sleeping long usually. Last Sunday, while i was sleeping, i felt light reaching my eyes. Was it a dream? No, I got up and it took some time to realize its Sunday. Then i decided to sleep more. But my friends didnt like that idea, and they came up with a new idea of watching a movie. In next second, i was in bathroom and within a few more minutes, we all were dressed. We are three in number and we have only a bike. We took the chances of getting caught by the Khakhi dressed people and headed to the theatre. There was a yet another friend to join with us, unfortunately she ran late and we had to miss the  whole movie knowingly. That was our only chance to see that movie. We didnt had the patience to wait until next day. So we headed to the food court, searching for new ideas to spend time & money. 

We took our seats and started fishing our brains for new ideas. While everyone was thinking hard, my eyes were set on a cute girl sitting next to our table. She was also staring at me. Whoa, i checked everywhere if there is anyone else catching her eyes. Nope, it was me. I felt proudness inside my heart and i also looked right into her eyes. After looking at each other for a few more minutes, i saw she raising a Pepsi bottle looking at me and started drinking. I guessed i have to act right now itself. In the next moment, i lifted my cola and poured a gulp into my mouth. She kept the bottle back. I imitated. I tried smiling but she didnt like it i guess that she was telling something to her father, i prayed, let that not be about me. He started staring at me then. I looked back like nothing has happened and took another sip of cola. I saw her imitating me there. Hah! How am i gonna give up now, i took another sip. She also. The drinking party kept going for a few more rounds and then i saw her sister and mother also staring at me. Why does she have to involve her parents in this? And what do they want? i wanted to tell, stop looking at me. but then I'd loose the game. i wanted to win it, anyhow, she too. Its between us, so why bringing them into the middle for nothing. My friends were already watching the series of events happening there. They asked me to stop the whole thing. Just when i was gonna stop she challenged me by taking a yet another drink. How could i give up. I replied. But then she calmed me down by lifting a piece of  chicken and looked at me, and then i saw her eating it with a smile of a killer and she was enjoying the bite too. She knew, i didn't have anything to eat on my table. So she declared victory for herself this time. I know I'm lost now,  but i have to show her i enjoyed it and so i smiled at her. She is also smiling now. Have i won something with this lose? I noticed, she couldn't take her eyes off me, even i couldn't. For a moment i thought there is nothing more cute in this world than this one. This is where i guess the term 'love at first sight' can be used. I felt like running over to her and ask her out. But she will say no definitely. So i remained back and watched her actions, she was asking her mother to take her photos, and started posing in front of me. I saw various expressions coming down that face. She wanted to look cute in those photos or she wants me know that shes cute. I get it now! Love was blossoming in the atmosphere. I heard old Hindi songs playing in the background. Nothing better could happen at that time than this. Anyway i got her message, so i put my sun glasses on and started taking photos of mine. I gave her some my own expressions too. i think she didn't like that. i guessed that because, she stopped posing and got up from her seat. While rushing onto something, her sandal broke down, that too in front of me, nothing more humiliating could happen in her life than this. I smell a chance to take down my victory over her, so i gently raised my leg to the height of the table and very gently pointed by million dollar shoes to her! I jumped and kicked on the floor with a message to her. It never breaks. Busted!

  

She lost it! I have won over her. Now i can give her the smile she gave moments ago. but before that i saw her face changing. The way that cute face was moderating with sad expressions, ruined my happiness too. I had already recommended her as the cutest girl in world, but with this face no one would believe me. She went back to her seat and talked to her father. Suddenly, they were all looking at me. My friends were preparing to run but i was stuck there with the bottle on my hand. Next moment, her father got up, looked at me, and then he walked away with his daughter. She was staring at me until she missed me. I wanted to smile but i couldnt. I saw her mother following them, but she didnt forget to smile at me, for giving their cute little daughter a worthful time. But was it really worth?

Hours later, while we were going back from the food court, we reached 2^nd floor and suddenly i came face to face with this girl. Her legs are not big enough to walk like a grown up. Still she managed to run like a child. I wonder which class she might be in or has she started going to school? When she saw me, i saw her eyes varying from a dusty atmosphere to the world of happiness. She was smiling the next moment. With her lips, with her eyes, from her heart.. And i danced for her. She called up her father and showed me to him. He smiled. And then she faded away from my sight looking at me until the very last moment and smiling. I wonder what her name would be. For that the most beautiful smile she gave, i named her Smiley :-)

A Smile like a Feather...

209 days before, there lived a parrot. When we met, I was dipped out from a world of dreams to reality. Even the nature served us with all its momentum. At first, I thought a parrot could not talk and it happens only in stories. But then i remembered the stories never go bad, it happens or was once happened or will happen once. That’s the ecological commandment which goes on without getting intruded by anything. I fell in love with it. Why would i fall in love with a parrot.? Have you ever? Why would you fall in love with a parrot.? You will never know the answer until you go through it. The parrot couldn't think about my needs, but it used to think why i am living like this. Why am i not living like a parrot? I told my parrot, you wouldn't know the reason until you experience it. The parrot got angry and asked me, even you wouldn't know the reason until you experience it. I was thrashed. i opened the face of my fist for a moment then i thought, why can't i be a parrot? I asked my parrot, what if i can be like a parrot? It talked, then you are gonna be one thing who knows to be a human and parrot very well. What? i asked. It repeated, If you become like a parrot, then you would be one substance in this world who have felt the feelings of a parrot and a human being. That's interesting, and there could be a lot of substances in this world living living dual lives with the feelings of many unknown things. Feelings & emotions, the key to the life out of Normalism. I'm wondering if there is ever a word called Normalism. But i guess i have made the point with that never heard word. More than its meaning, the feeling is what to be pictured. I decided to become a parrot. I talked loud to him, i wanna take a walk through your world. I'm a quick learner. I'll be good with your emotions and will consider myself to be one among your breed. The parrot was lost in silence looking at me. What;s the meaning of that silence? Am i talking alone here? I wanna become a parrot like you and I'm explaining my feelings here and still I'm getting silence from you. The parrot suddenly opened its wings and started flying through the room. It finished two rounds and rested on my leg. It looked into my face and said, the moment we started talking to each other, you have become a parrot, i see myself in your eyes every time i look into it. It opened its wings once again and jumped into air, It stopped before my eyes for a few moments and said, Open up your heart mate and enjoy flying!!!

Red Light !!!

I just received an anonymous letter through my mail. I’m terrified. I read it again and again. But the same content is horrifying me every time. It said I’m going to die in next 20 minutes. At first I laughed at it. I closed all the windows and the doors. But the same thought is alarming me again and again. And every time I’m reacting to it. 20 minutes is all I have in my life. I switched off the lights and created darkness in my room. Its night outside. And it’s coming in 20 minutes. Every second in this darkness is equal to death. So I switched on the lights. But it’s still darkness everywhere. I felt like drowning in a room full of darkness. Every second is splitting into hours of darkness. And in the dark comes the death. I got alarmed again. The bell started ringing from somewhere and I can hear it from here. I believe it’s from heaven and its calling me. I opened the door and ran outside. It’s still darkness everywhere. I started running through the streets for hours, searching for my life. But the clock has crossed only a few seconds. Suddenly I saw a red light appearing in the woods. And it started spreading everywhere through the atmosphere, when it reached the clouds, it scattered back. That is the only thing visible to my eyes right now. The next moment, I started running towards it. And suddenly another red light appeared in the woods. I got terrified again; I stopped there for a moment and again I started running towards it. For every step I took, a new light started appearing in the woods and it started forming a line between the woods. The sound is getting loud now. My ears are going to explode any moment. I suddenly removed my shirt while running and tied it tight against my ears. Now it’s a lot better now. I checked the watch; I only got a few more seconds to reach that red light, to save my life. I started running forward in complete speed and effort. I knew it inside my mind; I’m going to reach that light somehow. The light started getting closer to me and also the sound. The sound was becoming louder and it’s almost breaking my ears now. But I kept running until I reached that light and I stopped there. I covered my head between my hands, but it’s penetrating through it. Suddenly, I felt something coming from the dark. When I looked towards it, I saw it coming to me just in front of my eyes. The next moment it took me with even a louder voice. It was a snake like object with many wheels fitted, to flow faster than any snake. It had louder voice than any other animals and it looked more petrifying than anything in the dark. In a fraction of a second, it sent me to heaven and all I remember is a red light and that sound.

I saw some bright lights getting through my eyes. I felt like waking up from my glorious past, I wanted to feel the beauty of heaven with my eyes, so I tried opening it. I opened it, but it was again darkness there. I tried again and again, there was nothing, but I succeeded in moving my hands. I touched my eyes. But it was tied together with my shirt. I removed it and the lights started falling into my eyes. It was a great feel and I saw my room, and me just getting up from my bed. I checked the time and it’s already ten now. I’m 90 minutes to my office. I jumped up and checked my alarm. It was still there tired of ringing continuously and the red light from my reminder said, you’ve missed your office once again…

Af-fair Tale

The dusk is appearing. I could see someone pulling out the sun. And the darkness is conquering the world. Once it knocked my mind, I switched on the whole lights, so that the whole world can get some of it.  Tomorrow is February 14th, Valentine’s Day. I felt so happy. A day for lovers, Isn’t it amazing? I’m standing in the balcony thinking about all this and watching the fall of a day.  It took some time, and when I got bored, I went to my room. I had a lot of things to do before midnight. I pulled out the list again from my pocket.
Hair cut- check
New dress- check
Flowers- check
Greeting cards- check
Pedicure- check
Manicure-check
Facial- check
Shaving- 
Ironing-
Bathing-
Packing-
Whoops… still got a lot to cover. Before getting busy with works I went to check the cupboard to see if the gift is still safe and sound. It’s there. The gift is still there. It’s a Valentine’s Day gift for my love. And it’s probably the 100th time I’m checking the cupboard this evening.  I’ve also got an extra bunch of flowers there. Because I read in a book once that flowers spread the essence of love. And I’m all buried in love at present moment running everywhere to make my love story a perfect one. 
There a new problem arise which was not in my schedule. The greeting cards, I bought three best cards available in town. And now I have to choose one from them. That’s like choosing a million dollars from three million dollars. I gave up everything and concentrated on it. I told myself, “you are the superman… you can do it”. After doing all the black magic I knew, I choose the middle one for her. The one with a big house jumping out from nowhere.  I took a pen, now I have to write something, before I ruin it with my award winning handwriting, I decided I’m gonna write just three words. Happy Valentine’s Day! Or I love you! Again a new problem. I cannot leave one of them behind. Both of them can be useful. So I decided, it’s gonna be Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you. Or I love you, happy Valentine’s Day. Again I faced a two side attack. Damn! Ok, “you are the superman, now let’s do it” I took the pen and wrote, “I love you, happy Valentine’s Day.” I did it, this time even my handwriting is looking good. I told myself, “Miracle”. I read it again, I read it again and again and again and again and I jumped up from my chair. It’s I love you, happy Valentine’s Day. There is a slight meaning inside that I’m telling I love you to someone called happy Valentine’s Day. I asked myself. Does that occur? I don’t know, but can’t afford to take a chance. So I tore it apart and back to my old seat. Now, which one? I installed Voodoo this time to choose a card and wrote in it,  Happy Valentine’s Day dear… With love… Christopher Benn! Now that’s why I call myself superman. I did it and placed it safely on my cupboard. I checked my face in the mirror on my way. I spotted some wrinkles below my eyes. How could this happen? I did that facial thing.  But still there are some chances for hope, I took out my fairness cream and put on my face completely. I put it completely on my face to remove all those wrinkles. And I rested on my chair to give it some time to go away.
I closed my eyes; I’m slowly falling into her thoughts again. My lover, as every lover in the world would say, the best lover. Suddenly I realized I’m falling into the lonely world of romance.  Romance, the beautiful R-letter word that brings smile to every faces, and has been making me smile for the past eight years, and still I’m smiling. The next best thing in romance is songs. I’m deeply bonded with the romantic songs and I can live an entire life in every romantic song I hear. I'll sing. I might even dance too. I can smile also. It’s a whole different world. A world of romance filled with joy and pleasure or a world of happiness. And I’m living in it. I'm so happy. 
That reminded me of the songs and I couldn’t keep myself alive without that. I rushed to play some songs. I sung in between. I danced. And I am smiling too with the fairness cream on. After a heck of a dance show, I cleaned up the mess in my room. I put the books and CD's in order. It looks good now. I said to myself.  I packed all my clothes and put them in order inside the cupboard. And I went to wash my face. The wrinkles are not gone yet. But still I’m looking a little fairer. I’m more handsome now.  Now I got to work on my bed. Once I cleaned it, James blunt started singing his revolutionary romantic flick   # “You’re beautiful” #. 
A slow one with guitar strings riding from the front and obviously one of my favourites. I removed my t-shirt and went to balcony. I searched for the sun in the darkness. What I got is a moon and a bunch of stars. I just kept looking at them. I felt they all are twinkling to my songs and for the first time on that day I felt like dancing. With the support of the stars, I started tapping around. Then I saw the moon also smiling. By the end of that song they all vanished into the clouds, leaving me alone waiting for the next song.  The clouds are not alone; they brought thunder and lightning along. And the power went off. But I’m not frightened. I stood there. I told myself. I'll not move until they go. And I closed my eyes. But they gave me more thunder. I stood still. A few minutes later when I opened my eyes they were all gone. I saw stars and the moon. The power came.

The fun time is back for me and I rushed inside to play music. Its 8.30 now and I haven’t had a bite yet. I felt like smoking. The next moment I pulled out a cigarette. I want to have it but something inside me is pulling me back. So I crushed it without thinking.  I knew it is her. She doesn’t like me smoking. It is she inside every corner of my mind. The sweetest thing happened in my life or a simple human being who changed the course of my life. That’s the way I’d describe her.  I cannot wait to wish her on this day. I’ve bought a new pair of dresses too, along with the gifts, dresses with the colours she admired. I smiled.  I don’t have any idea how am I gonna spend this whole night wanting to see her. First thing I’ve got to do next day is to meet her. That’s the only thing in my mind. That made me smile again. I checked the time. It’s moving slower than ever. Maybe it’s because of this special day. All lovers in the world, I wondered what they might be doing now. It’s amazing.
I am so over romantic that I even gave some of those romantic impulses to mosquitoes around there.  I don’t know if they have felt it. But I felt they are dancing around me with their music. And all I could do is to simply close my eyes and listen to it.  Well, today I learned a brand new chapter in love. Counting every tickling from the clock, In search of love, I unhooked the clock from the wall and placed it on my table. And then I took my diary from cupboard and placed it on the table. I knew something is missing. But couldn’t find it!  I pulled out the chair and sat on it. Opened my diary but there is nothing written in it. It is full of her love letters tagged in to their dates. Plus her millions of photos!  The one thing I could keep looking without counting the tickling of the clock. I read some of her letters and again kept staring at her photos. I started realising how much I’m missing her.  I realized, I had to wish her when clock will start banging on midnight. I want to see her now. But it’s not possible. Its 9.30 only!  I decided I still got two and a half hours more to go to get a glance of her. I could surprise her by reaching early and singing her favourite song.  The gifts. All these stuffs together will sweep her away. This is the best part in love. And this part is known as being crazy. I love it.      
Alright so I need a shave first. Then I need to take a bath. Put on the new dress. All this in two and a half hours, Sounds fair to me.Got enough time on the clock. So, I played the next track and tuned the volume into maximum. Stars started twinkling. And I'm dancing again. The moon is resting with his fair smile. But the clouds didn’t seem like enjoying at all. I figured, I need a cold bath. So I made arrangements for that.  Before that I needed a trim on my face.
I pulled out the mirror and placed it on the mirror. I said to myself, no mistakes. I stretched my neck and started from the right side. It moved slowly from right side to my chin and then to left. Slowly-slowly I did it again. I cut the left side a little more. Damn! I said to myself. Ok, I can resolve this. The trimming machine turned to the right side and I slowly cut it a little. Just only a little. I compared both sides and it seemed pretty much ok, but still something is missing. I tried to figure that missing thing for the next few minutes. And I did it again. I cut the left a little more again. I sat back on the chair. It’s not working. I checked my face again in the mirror. Then I decided to shave it off completely. And that shave took all hair on my face and all the roughness I hid inside it. I looked myself on the mirror. I am still sweet. Can’t refer to the word cute though, but when I smiled, I noted that I could put some serious damages with my look. Hmmm… not bad at all.  Alright, I’m again running out of time. So I said bye to myself in the mirror and rushed to bathroom to get cold. I prayed amen before closing the door. I did it. I bathed in cold water in this extreme condition. Yes, I can also be a super man! I jumped out of the bathroom shivering out of cold covering myself with a towel. I checked my face on mirror. I look as fresh as little-little raindrops now. Cold too.
The clock again reminded me that I’m running out of time again. So I started dressing, White shirt & Blue jean.  Everything seems so perfect. But then I saw that black jean. I tried blue first. Blue is good. I thought about sticking with blue. But what if the black is the real blue?  I tried black. But I guess black is black and blue is blue. So I wore blue again.  After putting all make ups and stuffs once again. I took gifts and flowers and checked myself on the mirror. 
Am I looking good? I smiled.  For the first time in my life I felt like I am really looking good, just like the superman, Except that I don’t remember exactly how superman looks like. I got out. Locked my apartment. I’m too much confident about myself now.  I’ll need it somewhere. Just when I started walking power went off. I knew it is the clouds. I can hear them from here.  But it doesn’t matter to me anymore. I started walking. I checked my watch. Still got forty more minutes to reach there.  

I started walking into the darkness. I thought for a second, how many lovers in this world will be now walking through the darkness. I just don’t think so.  Coz I’m that much alone here in this road. I could see clouds are watching me. By then they've covered all stars and the moon. I started walking fast. I took my umbrella out. I couldn’t see anything. There are no vehicles, no humans, no animals, nothing; but I could feel something coming.  Little raindrops are touching me. I saw it coming in the powerful lightning. I figured, It’s gonna rain. It’s gonna rain hard.  I knew it’s gonna be hard to get there without any vehicle.  My new dress, her gift, Flowers. I felt like running. I cannot get wet at any cost.  I don’t have any other choice to make. I started running.  But I took it all wrong I guess. The rain is getting heavier on my each steps and I have to walk through all that mud and rain.  I could feel all that mud sticking on my shoes and jean. 
When i saw myself dipped in mud, I want to scream. Scream hard. I quit. I'll walk. As slower i can. I started walking slowly. The road is full of mud covered with hard stones. My shoes are completely wet now. And from the other side, it’s raining also. Harder than those hard stones. I felt like a blind guy desperately walking through hell for love. Yes, I’m blind in love. That thought made me walk a little faster. 
Taking away all my blindness, I saw a vehicle coming. There is no one there to see my happiness. It's a car. I pointed my hand towards road, asking for a lift. In its light I saw a stream of mud and hard stones I had come through. It’s getting nearer.  I could see those hard raindrops hitting on every single thing on earth. Even me.  But the car didn’t stop. It passed me with even more speed splashing the whole mud on me. I felt like crying. Even the flowers are wet now. For the next couple of minutes I went out of my sense.  Now there is nothing left to get wet on my body. I washed the flowers from rainwater. It’s clean now. I tried to wash my shirt also. But no use.  I looked at myself. All wet. Full of mud. In a stream of hardstones and mud. Nothing more could possibly happen to ruin this great day.  But still I knew I’ve got a chance left. I could make it there. With the heavy rain drops falling from the dark filled sky, like pebbles, I felt like laughing. I laughed. I'm standing in the middle of my worst nightmare.  My umbrella, it helped me so much. Now I don’t need it. Coz I’m more wet than than the umbrella now. 
I took her gift on one hand and flowers on other hand and simply started walking.  I knew I’m dirty. But I should make it there somehow. I can see her smiling face in my mind. So just like a simple romantic song i started walking through the stream. I fell down a lot of times in between. But I kept walking.  Now I have a reason to be happy. This stream of hard stones, the rain, darkness; I'm tougher than all. Coz I’m making it. I’m completely covered in mud. But the rain is helping me by washing it away. I kept walking. And finally after miles of adventure I found I’m getting somewhere. I'm getting close to her. 
Suddenly some light of happiness entered my mind. I'm gonna see her. I styled my hair once again. Checked my dress. Everything is almost alright.  I cannot wait anymore. I started running keeping my heart very close to me.  I am blushing in between and I don’t know why. But somewhere in my mind, I felt like a hero, superman. I am a superman!
I could see that wall from a very long distance while running. It’s getting closer. Even more closer. Now I can touch it. I'm here. I made it. I styled my hair once again. Took off my shoes and emptied water and wore it again. I looked at myself once again and I felt proud. I took the gift and flowers with one hand and tried to jump the wall.  I cannot. Its hard and its darkness also. So, I kept flowers inside my shirt close to my heart. And kept gift on wall and jumped. It isn’t a big one compared to my whole journey. I got through it simply. I started walking. I couldn’t see anything out of darkness. There is no power anywhere. Only pure darkness. I fell down in between hitting big stones down there. I'm okay but. It’s just a stone.
I walked slowly towards her abode. Even in this darkness I felt her. I closed my eyes. I could see her waiting. Slowly I rushed towards her. She is sitting there. So calm and beautiful even in this darkness.  I tried to hide the gift. But she found it before then. I got a glance of her beautiful eyes. There are some lights. Enough lights to describe her smile and my affection towards her. Lights coming out from the nowhere. She started laughing looking at my dress. I couldn’t wait anymore to explain about my journey. I reached in front of her. She smiled. I also smiled. I felt proud about myself. I sat there in front of her.  I took flowers out from my shirt and gave it to her. She started leaning forward to kiss me, to give me the best ever beautiful valentine gift.  But the lights are coming down. I slowly closed my eyes to feel her lips. The darkness started conquering the whole area. It is darkness everywhere. I opened my eyes. I felt no difference.
A lightning appeared suddenly and in its brightness I saw something written there. Annie Louise, Born 6-3-1986, Dead 18-12-2010; 
Ann, The love of my life, My tears in darkness, My dream., My everything. She's resting here in peace. I couldn’t find a drop of tear to gift her in this hard rain.  So i smiled. I gifted the Valentine’s Day gift. I believed she'll love it. I sat there and started singing her favourite songs for her. Darkness is still knocking my mind. But I kept singing until the dawn. 
“I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling'
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above T
he sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singing', Singing' in the rain...”     


--Christopher Benn