Love | Another word for Hope…

Love… this word can be compared with the motherboard of a computer…Love ties each and every relationship into a very beautiful bond and it rules our lives…Without love we are just nothing! Simply nothing! Love can never be judged…Love can never be measured…It’s beyond everything in the entire universe! Well… in one word it’s Love that makes you the happiest person in this world! It’s the best feeling one can ever have in their lives…It’s the reason behind that beautiful smile on someone’s face for that special person in his or her life! You never know when you are in love when the truth is that you have always loved that person…You have always missed that person when he or she was not in your life! Well…some people really think that they do not deserve to be loved! In this case, I really feel that everyone on this earth has been born out of love…has been brought up right from childhood with love! Ma ybe sometimes , some things occur in someone’s lives which should not have occurred! As a child we always want to grow, but as we grow up we understand that broken toys and lost pencil much better than lost friends and broken heart May be for that moment ,they fall in into a very difficult situation in their lives and think that their life is a mistake!…But it’s not true…because someone has once told me that time is the best healer… with time everything will be ok! It’s true… that with time people move on! People try to forget their past and move for a better future that is waiting for them! But time is also a very misleading thing! We can gain experience from the past but we can’t relive it and we can hope for the future but we don’t know if there is one! But still…it’s the hope with we can live with…maybe someday we will see our happy faces in the mirror again and feel satisfied…Hope should never get extinguished from our lives! Because it’s only the hope with which we can live! It’s the only option left for us… with which we can live for the rest of our lives…So finally…I would like to end up my post with the best lines that I have come across from one of Durjoy Dutta’s book…

So don’t lose faith in love…it’s there…it’s around…there is someone for everyone…you might have fallen for the wrong girls or guys but then again, that doesn’t mean the search ends…who knows after all, the guy who just walked past you might ends up spending the next Valentine’s Day with you… 

Sanghita Biswas

Kalinga Institute of Industrial Technology

WITHOUT YOU

I don’t know whether its right or wrong. but all i know is, its you and only you ,,that my heart has found..
I know you love someone else and could never be mine.
but without you ,how could i ever be fine …

u asked for friendship and i said “YES”,because it had been six years but its you whose my quest.
I have been rude sometimes ..i know i hurt you but you don’t know my dear that it hurts me more as losing you was my fear

u say you don’t wanna let me go. i take that with a smile and for you i walk slow because i wish to see ,if ever you care
I walk alone just waiting for that stare 🙂
And then i felt something strong within me driving me insane,,I decided to step back because i know what you want and i know its not me 😦
so i lied to stop you right there as i knew what has started somewhere

And now without you i feel all alone..so many people, friends can never make feel the way u do..as that special someone for me is you 
ALTHOUGH
Something within me says you are not one ,you not worth it.
but something goes against me and compels me to accept you with all flaws and that’s it..
My mind says to let you go..let u go off my mind..but my heart said just once more, once more.,maybe for the LAST TIME 

YOU made me cry ,,you turned this heart into stone you made me believe in love and more than anything u made me believe in you.
You asked me if i m single ..my answer was yes 
and now that lie is burning in my throat..because i can’t tell you that i m committed ,,committed to no one else but YOU 

I say i m strong enough to forget you,,but its only me who know what you meant to me and its only me who knew..

I Even can’t let you know..and get this load off my heart as even if its “YES” i know our world’s are so damn apart..

People say that i m lucky my wishes are easily fulfilled SO,,i added you in the desired list 
and i don’t know what’s written by the divine,,this wish never seemed to be fulfilled,,because i remember what i wished for was your happiness ..not mine ……

SO here with regret and lot of pain..i see you go and i see my first love go in vain…and now i “ll never ask you as a wish because now i know what’s you wish..
And i just pray that your love will be yours.
although my heart sinks, as i was all yours

AND with a heavy heart GOODBYE i say ,,as we are just not meant for each other,, we are just not meant to stay..
SO (M)Y DEAR I LET YOU GO..I LET YOU FREE ..

BECAUSE YOU NEVER REALIZED THAT IT WAS

YOU AND ONLY YOU THAT I CHOOSE…

Nadia Shahid

Truba Institute

THE BOY WHO TOLD THE TRUTH…

HERE IS A STORY OF A SIMPLE BOY WHO COMPLETELY DEVOTED HIMSELF TOWARDS THE LOVE AND AFFECTION OF A GIRL.THE GIRL DIDNOT KNEW THE BOY THAT WELL,
AS SHE HAD MET HIM ONLY FEW TIMES… MANY YEARS PASSED BY THEN…
AS THAT ERA WAS OF SOCIAL NETWORKING ACTIVITIES THE BOY ALSO HAD AN ACCOUNT ON FACEBOOK.ONE DAY THE BOY FOUND THAT GIRL IS ALSO ACTIVE ON FB.
HE JUST OVERWHELMED TO SAW THIS..BUT HE DID NOT HAD THE COURAGE TO EXPRESS THE FEELINGS..BUT AT THE SAME TIME HE WANTED TO TALK TO HER.. ….SO
HE JUST PREPARED A FAKE ACCOUNT OF A GIRL AND SEND HER A FRIEND REQUEST..LUCKILY THE GIRL ACCEPTED IT..
NOW THE BOY USED TO TALK FOR HOURS WITH THAT GIRL THROUGH THE ACCOUNT.HE USED TO PRAISE THE GIRL AND SHE STARED TO THINK THE FB GIRL AS HER BEST FRIEND.
MONTHS PASSED…
ONE DAY THE BOY THOUGHT THAT WHAT HE IS DOING IS NOT ETHICAL IN ANY WAY… HE IS JUST PLAYING WITH THE FEELINGS OF THE GIRL… SO HE TOLD HER
THAT THE ACCOUNT IS FAKE..BUT DIDNOT TOLD HIS NAME AS HE THOUGHT IF HE WOULD TELL HIS NAME THAN IN REAL LIFE HE WILL BE SEEN AS A CHARACTERLESS PERSON BY HER….
AS OBVIOUS THE GIRL UNFRIEND HIM AND BLOCKED HIM…SUDDENLY TIME STOPPED FOR HIM..HE IS AGAIN LEFT LONELY…
BOY THOUGHT THAT THE GIRL’S BIRTHDAY IS APPROACHING SO HE HAVE TO REVEAL HIS IDENTITY TO HER ON THAT DAY…HE PREPARED HIMSELF AND TOLD THE GIRL
EVERYTHING ON HER BIRTHDAY… THE GIRL WAS SHOCKED AS SHE MIGHT NOT THOUGHT SUCH A CHEAP TRICK FROM A GOOD HEARTED BOY.. AND SHE TOLD HIM NOT
TO MEET OR TALK TO HER EVER IN LIFE… THIS WAS DISASTROUS FOR THE BOY BUT HE WAS HAPPY THAT HE TOLD THE TRUTH,HE THOUGHT ATLEAST HE IS NOT
LIKE OTHERS WHO ARE MASKED AND INCULCATES WRONG THINGS IN MIND WHILE SHOWING GOOD BEHAVIOURS…

AFTER FEW YEARS THE BOY MARRIED TO ANOTHER GIRL AND THE GIRL MARRIED TO ANOTHER BOY.. BOTH THE COUPLES LIVED THEIR LIVES HAPPILY….
BUT AS GENERALLY HAPPENS THE GIRL WAS STILL EMBEDED SOMEWHERE IN THE BOY’S HEART BUT HE NEVER LET HER TO OVERPOWER HIS MARRIED LIFE…

THEY GOT OLD…. AND WHEN THE GIRL’S HUSBAND DIED OF OLD AGE.. SHE REALISED THAT SHE HAD DONE SOMETHING WRONG…. SHE FELT THAT THE MOST COURAGEOUS PEOPLE IN THE WORLD
ARE THOSE WHO CAN ACCEPT THEIR MISTAKES AND CAN TELL THE TRUTHS… SHE HAD MISSED THE MOON WHILE COUNTING THE STARS…. THAT YOUNG BOY WAS
PERFECT FOR HER.. BUT NOW NOTHING CAN BE DONE.. SHE STARTED CRYING…
SHE WANTED TO SAY SORRY FOR ALL THE PAIN SHE HAD GIVEN TO HIM… SO AFTER LOT OF EFFORTS SHE COULD ABLE TO TRACE HIS ADDRESS…
WHEN SHE REACHED THE PLACE SHE FOUND THAT THE MAN IS NO MORE NOW… AND HIS DAUGHTER’S NAME IS ON THE GIRL’S NAME….
SHE WAS SPEECHLESS,THOUGHTLESS….
SHE LOST HER BIGGEST DEAR NOW.. SHE WENT TO HER HOME AND PASSED HER REST OF THE LIFE IN DESPAIR….

“””THE PERSON ABOUT WHOM YOU KNOW IS TELLING A LIE IS THE MOST INNOCENT ONE,AS HE EVEN DO NOT KNOW HOW TO TELL A LIE””………. 🙂

Agrim Kumar

Delhi Technical University

That special moment…

His fingers first touched my cheeks. I was breathing heavily. First his middle finger, then his first finger and then all of his fingers, helping to put my hairs behind my ear which were covering my left cheek . This was the first time i felt him… i felt his touch. For a girl, touch of that special person whom she loves wholeheartedly and wants to spend rest of her life with him is always the most special and incredible. i never thought before that day that i will feel his presence so closely. i was nervous but i was smiling. smiles came right from my heart. The auto was complete dark but for the first time i was happy even in darkness. He was holding my hair starnds passionately. That moment was alluring and pleasing for me. I felt him someone very close to me , someone with whom i can be and trust for the rest of my whole life . I felt him very sweet that day. Rony da was silently peeping through the looking mirror ,was trying hard to see what was going on between us. I loved the way he had put his right hand around me, in a way he was holding me. I was gazing outside, trying to feel that moment. Even taan , my room mate understood something was going on between us. She understood but she didn’t say anything. All of a sudden his lips came close to my left ear, could hear him saying ” Mum you want to sleep? want to lie on my shoulder? if you are not feeling well lie down on my shoulder.. ”

I said ” No.. sanghita is there.. ”

He replied back “She wont be able to see.. ”

I still nodded. Being an Indian girl, it’s obvious to be shy to love or to be in loved in front of others ! Silence prevailed in the auto. It was complete dark and tranquil. I started loving him more after that day. I was happy. I was smiling silently. I was blushing. I was overjoyed. I was very happy the whole day. I was smiling silently even after i got down from the auto and went back to the hostel. I thought may be he didn’t realise anything but it was him only who reminded me of the whole thing what happened in the auto in our night conversation. Again I was blushing. I couldn’t say him anything that day . But he knew i was very happy. i was out of my words that day to elucidate how much happy i was with him. i could slumber peacefully that night.

It was a happy night for me !

Dipanwita Naskar

KIIT University

The Last Don

DAY 6 – The poet kills a bird. His worn-out hands weaves a net for the last time and traps the bird by its legs. 

DAY 5 – The poet is rusty as he sits by the lake, his fingers fiddling around with “leaves of grass” and his mind is a hazy blue as the bird rises out of its grave, fluttering its wings wildly and spinning and swerving in the air, and then striking the poet on his right thigh, thus knocking him out. And says the painter, the poet’s friend – “The world is a boxing ring indeed.” 

DAY 4- He is peaceful as he enjoys the winter sun. Yesterday’s disappointment isn’t even a shadow in his thoughts. A thing of the past, he says. 

DAY 3- He sits down to write a poem. For him, it’s just another one of his creation. But for the rest, it is a romanticization of the idea of a masterpiece from the little master one final time. The sun sets in suspense.

DAY 2- His lines are a testimony to his unnatural power of imagination, his poetry is an ecstatic rhapsody for the common men. But such is the work of fate that the poet falls prey to lack of imagination, people call it “writer’s block”. His poem is left incomplete, and he goes back to sleep.

DAY 1- The members of the family of the dead bird were knocked out one by one, and with each killing, the poet and his lovers knew the end was approaching near. The poet’s end had been prophesied long ago, and it had been the center of media scrutiny among the trees and the birds. And when it happened, the whole world felt silent and the President of the American Association of Milk tweeted – I don’t understand literature but I watch him write “bcos” whenever he sits to pen down his imagination, the production of cows’ milk in America decreases by 5%.
The poet, introvert in nature, finally spoke. And by the end of his speech, there was not a single dry eye in the jungles of the subcontinent. The swans sang songs in his praise, the kingfishers drank wine for a change, the petunias read aloud his records and the chameleon became the Indian Flag for the day. He, unable to control his emotions, walked into the desert and never looked back.

People abbreviate his name as SRT, the greatest poet ever to have been born in this world.

Gaurav Haloi

gauravhaloi@gmail.com

Just Another Girl

I saw her,
And she stared back.
Her face full of expressions,
But smile she did lack.

I smiled a little,
And a little did she smile.
Her eyes hid a story,
May be journey of a mile.

What’s your hidden story?
What’s that you want?
I gently asked her,
Or is the memories that haunt!

Saw her thinking hard,
I waited for the replies.
After a deep sigh,
The answer was in her eyes.

To all my questions,
Only one answer i could find.
Million thoughts of her dreams,
Kept running through her mind.

Keep trying until you succeed,
I assured her with a smile.
She will fulfill her dreams,
Even if it takes a while.

Who is she?
You might think.
How i understood her,
Within an eye’s blink?

She is no one else,
Just another ordinary girl.
A girl in the mirror,
Who wish to change the world.

Nibha Gupta

National Institute of Technology

nibha.gupta91@gmail.com

Random Thoughts !

Why is it so common to hear breakups in relationship nowadays? Is it the trust that fades away on each passing days or the maturity that develops with time and with gaining experience ,restricts from making a wrong choice and suffer whole life? And all the feelings, all the special moments that have been created within them all vapourize in a second ! I just wonder how people take relationships so casualy and break so easily !

May be I dont know exactly why people around me are not happy. With time tickling away, we generally consider ourselves more mature and more understanding and I dont know how much true the fact is but i do think myself to be the most mature girl even when my parents think I am so immature to take decisions of my life. Sometimes I love when they think me immature cause in a way I am being pampered by them but sometimes i do hate it cause I like calling myself “mature” . Our understanding level increases from our own experiences and experiences are gained from our observation in and around us. My friends consider me “Love Guru” even when I am single and whenever they are in any problem they just come and discuss with me. I like when my friends share their own problems with me but I feel that much helpless when I actually cant solve out the problem. I find my friends and my near and dear ones to be much foolish to break their relationship for silly reason s. I dont know why people have become so impatient nowadays. Its very easy to break but its more easy to hold onto things. Simple way to hold onto is nothing but being little bit understanding and patient. Patience is a very important thing I consider in a relationship. Relationships are better name of friendships.

Being in a relationship and maintaining a relationship properly are two different stuffs !

Someday someone said me “Love is a better friendship.”

I still keep thinking his words. He is true someway. I was too immature then to realise his definition of love but slowly time has made me wiser. And now being wiser and being mature, I feel bad when I see my friends suffering.. Suffering for being in a wrong relationship. What I feel no relationship can be wrong. Its our actual problem we perceive things mostly in a wrong attitude. We human beings have a pessimistic and complaining attitude towards everything we have. We are not happy with what we have, we like the things others possess. We are so fond of acknowledging others’ beauty but we dont like ourselves or the things we possess. I am not criticising my friends or the people around me, nor I am a foreteller of better relationships but I find baseless to break up a relationship just because one fine morning you find the person wrong whom you have loved all these years… Only thing I would like to elucidate upon is be patient, be understanding , be mature s ometimes , be caring and be little bit loving than what you are actually. Then everything will be alright , everything will be perfect !

A realistic love always keeps the candle of hope alive within our heart for an inescapable togetherness between two honest souls !!

Build up your own fairytales, your own love stories !

Dipanwita Naskar

KIIT University

BROKEN HEARTS

One day..when u’ll silently leave..
leaving me alone;;just to weep…
I will cry when i will hear your name… AND..
The pain in my heart will remain the same..

There will be no more fights,,no more questions over wrong and right..
I will go forever,,letting you free,,
I will not be there,,and there will be no more ME

That day i’ll go happily and smile..
because whatever happened..atleast we loved each other for
a while.
No more explanations,,no more demands..its you and your life,,i’ll not b around.

But one day you will surely remember the memories we made..
And the ZIST LOVE that vanished.
because it was not made to stay..

Nadia Shahid

TRUBA Institute

‘WE’ak…

Sometimes just love isn’t enough to hold things together. We weak humans need much more than that: trust, honesty, loyalty and what not.

We are weak.

You and I have no control over thinking about things that we don’t want to think about.

So weak that we do not have the power to erase any memory that haunts us and let the good things pass us by.

We even think twice before taking a crazy chance.

Our weakness is also evident when we believe that we know something is going to last forever but we are wrong.

Desperately we sometimes try to replace the things that we once thought was irreplaceable. We have always replaced apologies with blame games.

We have expectations and blame others for disappointing us.

Half the time we are emotional wrecks, having no control over what we feel for some one.

We are blinded by love, hatred and want.

We don’t understand the difference between our needs and wants.

We are always in need of something.

Now tell me…

Aren’t we weak?

Yes, very much.

Flawed, imperfect and messed up as well.

We are weak.

So weak that we need time to do all the healing for the brokenhearted, with its bittersweet medicines.

Maybe, just maybe, our weakness is our strength.

Or maybe not.

Sruthi Laya

AAT Media College

sruthi@me.com

Learning from the delinquents

There are times in life when you learn significantly more out of someone else’s experience than your own. My friend asked me to go along with her to pay a visit to the town’s juvenile prison a.k.a. the reformation cell as she had to do some field work. I half reluctantly accompanied her, not because I wanted to see the deplorable condition of those juvenile inmates but because she was my friend. But trust me, after the visit, I realized the reason should have been more the former than the latter. Anyway, after reaching there, my friend showed the in charge the permission letter that she had taken with her and the lady in charge after seeing it directed both of us to a poorly furnished room; technically to be called as her office. Yes, you got it right! I hadn’t liked the place. The reason being simple and a little obvious, it was a horrid place with suspiciously gazing people ( the guards and the workers) but what else I could h ave expected from an accommodation provided to the child offenders. 
Moreover, it was a steamy afternoon and as the fans were snail sped, profuse perspiration became the last refuge. I looked at my friend’s face she was determined. She readily assumed the role of a researcher or so to say, of an interviewer after taking out the papers containing a well made questionnaire. We exchanged smiles and waited for the juvenile delinquents to make appearances before us. We were not allowed to take pictures of them or to publish their names, as per the applicable act [although, this is not a legal piece yet I would love to enlighten you on this, the act being The Juvenile Justice (Care and Protection) Act, 2000 and the pertinent section is S.21]

The first delinquent was an eleven year old. We kept on asking him to seat himself comfortably as it would in all possibilities take a little long but he was submissive and did the contrary. Also, not to forget that he had greeted both of us while entering the room earlier. This was surprising. I had thought the inmates would be uncultured, typically ‘violent’– Savage Beasts. He told my friend about why he was locked in here. I was not in the least interested in his story, yet let an ear opened. As he was in the middle of his narration, tears started rolling down his cheeks. My friend remarked, how can a weeping child would abet someone’s murder. Look at his sheer innocence .I retorted back while whispering onto her ears, “the fact is ‘he has’! They all look the same but you never know, there are criminal tendencies growing within them ‘inconspicuously’. He’s crying for he is guilty.” When he stood up to leave, I asked him if he wished to continue his life here. I knew the reply would be an expected ‘no’, but much contrary to my anticipation it was a yes. He said he had no one guarding him in the outside world, he at least gets to read, learn and eat a four square time meal here. 
I held my tears back at once and felt like slapping myself hard, hard to an extent that I start feeling some pangs of regret. Yes, REGRET! regret for constantly ignoring what my parents do for me. Regret for being so indifferent towards the miseries of the downtrodden people of the society. I knew that it was going to be a short lived thought and nothing else. I took my phone out in order to avoid that emotional upheaval.

But not all were the same, some looked dangerous while some over aged (the age limit is 18, isn’t it?), not fit enough to be in a juvenile reformation unit. 

Then, we met a boy aged around 16 who had scored a seventy plus per cent in his tenth board. He had wanted to study further and continue with his education in the same school until this thing happened. He got charged of theft. My friend asked if his parents came to see him. He told us that they were not even informed by the police authorities. After hearing this, I could feel a lot of blood boiling in my veins. How could the officials be so irresponsible and ruthless!! 

She interviewed around twenty delinquents, each with a saddened version of their stories which were heart wrenching enough to compel me to struggle with my tears throughout. But the good thing was, we were done for the day. No more crying and feeling pity for others. However, I, definitely, was wrong there. Those moments still remain to be thought provoking and action stimulating. So, finally, I am doing my bit by engaging myself in a Prisoner rights’ initiative. However, that is not the end in this direction.

Aishwarya Dhakarey

Symbiosis Law School, Pune