Anyone here who would like this alone n poor guy as his/her friend.. :(
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Dhobi pachhaad humiliation 😂 😂
The problem is, his father died a month ago.
Kshitij and I have always been good friends. We like to give each other hard
times. We prefer mockery insults to friendly gestures. But lately he was quite off colour. Something was
seriously wrong with him, I could feel it. I asked him the reason but he didn't
say a thing.
I went to Dr Sanchit, my psychiatrist but his prescribed medicines hardly had
any effect. My condition worsened day by day. Now I could hear him whisper my
name, sometimes during night after 1.
That midnight when Kshitij came running to me, I knew something was not right.
In tears he said "He is no more!!"
"Who?" confused, I enquired. "My father" saying that he burst into tears.
But how can that be possible? I went to Mr. Shastri's cremation a month ago.
(This is the prologue of a probably long story that I might finish one day, tell me is it worth finishing ? )
Luck should not be an excuse for hard work but for outcomes after hard work
Height of loneliness:
I am so lonely that I sit on my left hand until it goes numb.. then I shake my right hand with it and think that some friend is shaking hands with me.
Mr Humdrum walked into that coffee parlour as I was standing in the
queue on my quest to get my latte. We had joined the same organization 3
years ago and in fact we worked for the same client so we often bumped
into each other at the workplace and had gradually become good friends.
I greeted him as he joined the queue too. He looked gloomy and seemed a bit stupefied and uneasy.
We sat at the same table and sipped at our coffees. After a brief
awkward pause I asked him-"Is everything alright?" and there was Mr.
Humdrum who usually is a bit recluse and reticent in his ways laid down
in detail,the reason why he was feeling so low for the last few fays.
"The last year has been cruel. Too cruel to me. I couldn't get anything
done. Precariously perched at that edge of a cliff where a single
mistake might take me to the bottom of this seemingly fathomless gorge
right in front of me. That perfectly defines my state of affairs at the
moment.
I tried in my own way to get things done.I tried but deep down
somewhere,there was this inherent feeling that I've not worked hard
enough to succeed this time around and this is holding true as of now.My
life,my career has stagnated and I still find myself at the same place
from where I had begun my journey 3 years ago. I don't know for how long
is this storm going to rage on. I don't know when am I going to see
some light at the end of the tunnel. I lay in my state of dazed stupor
thinking that my future is doomed and irreparable.I am feeling utterly
confused and extremely disappointed with how things have turned out to
be.Time never waits and it isn't going to wait for me either.
While I've said this,let me tell you that I've mastered the art of
procrastination. Although I never leave things midway once I begin,I
find it incredibly difficult to begin.The first step as they say is the
one which is the most difficult one to take and this is where I believe
that I've been faltering.I have seen my friends from high-school and
college traveling across the globe,having a great time,employed in high
paying jobs.En-cashing a fat paycheck at the end of each
month.Progressing ahead by leaps and bounds. I feel left behind.I feel
all deserted,desolate and all alone."
I listened to all this all the while thinking that Mr.Humdrum was high
on some dope but I knew,for his kind,he wouldn't resort to anything as
such.I thought hard of saying something comforting to him which might
make him feel at ease. My poetic self suddenly came up with another
awful(is what I feel) piece of poetry but this was the best I could come
with at that exact instant.
"This test of time and will,
is only going to make you stronger,
Wait, wait just a little longer.
Persevere just a little more.
Nurtured by your assiduous demeanor,as they grow.
Your hard work will bear fruit,
So,prepare for the big reap.
Don't worry and lose your sleep"
He looked at me.Motionless and with a blank face for the next 10
seconds. I thought that I had probably aggravated his state of mind with
my very "wise" words and he would probably wouldn't talk to me for the
entire day now thinking that I took the validity of his condition with a
pinch of salt.
Then he looked outside of the window and smiled.
P.S: I am writing a novella and this an excerpt from one of the chapters. I've run out of ideas to continue the narrative as of now. I think I'll have to sit down for a few drinks the next weekend to help me get over this writer's block. 😁 😁
The very reason that a human being faces difficulty while writing something in CAPITAL / BOLD letters as compared to writing the very same thing in small letters can be attributed to the undeniable fact of life that howmuch ever a human being goes on top, it is easy-flowing and convenient and suitable all at the same time (for him as well as for others around him) if he just decides to stay grounded!
#RandomThought 😌
#TheMagicQuotes
#CouldNotExpressItAptlyButIfYouStillGetTheMeaningOfIt 😅
#BhaavnaoKoSamjho
may be we just drifted apart 🍻
Change is inevitable. Progress is optional.
When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it. -Henry Ford
Some people make your laugh a little louder, your smile a little brighter and your life a little better. They're the ones worth hanging onto
There r thousand reasons why a girl calls a boy 'bhai'.. But there is always one reason why a boy calls a girl as 'behen'.. He actually means it..😉
Smiling face is a symbol of a healthy personality 😃
"Bombs and pistols do not make a revolution. The sword of revolution is sharpened on the whetting-stone of ideas" Bhagat Singh
*Ladka agle din ghar pahunchne waala hai*
Maa- Beta, achche se rehna.
😐
Us gareeb ki kya umeedein hogi zindagi se..jiski saansein bhi gubaaron me bikti hai.
kisi ne acha or kisi ne bura jana mujhe.......jiski jitni soch thi usne utna hi pehchana mujhe....kya kare ye to waqt ki majbooriya thi kisi ne apna to kisi ne begana mana mujhe
dil ki tamanna thi ek bar unse milne ki..gale lgane ki...
fir bi cheen liya kismat ne mjhse..boli aukaat m reh ..hasiyat nhi teri pass bi jane ki..
The trouble with not having a goal is that you can spend your life running up and down the field and never score. -Bill Copeland