Commotion of Emotions

We know so little about the place we live in. What are we? Where are we? Where did we come from? We bind our imagination to limits we think we cannot cross. Ego, pain, hatred; we think we are at the center of the universe. But little do we know about it. We are much tinier than a drop of water in this vast ocean and I think everyone should realize this - know who they are, where they belong. This is one of my favourites:  BOUNDLESS I sometimes doubt my existence, For I know not who I am; Larger than the largest you know, Beyond mortal comprehension. Woke up to chaos years ago, Parts of me yet follow the early norms; Much wiser than you think, For I have seen years of all. I laugh at your vanity, You are blinded by lust; From where I see, You are smaller than a speck of dust. There are many - many like you, Governed by similar rules; Many more than what you think, That lie outside your world. Billion stars; Billion galaxies, All li...

One of my friends writes a series of connected stories much like a novel. He narrated to me one of his chapters’ theme and asked me to write it. Honestly I wasn’t sure about it, but by the time I had completed it, I knew it was good. So today I am posting this story, a part of someone else’s story, written by me. A New Beginning It was a hot summer afternoon when Rahil stood tired under a mango tree rooted beside the pavement where regular people walked at erratic intervals. He was tired from wiping off the continually generated sweat from his forehead. The sun was at its full might when, an angry bus driver went past the road cursing the delicate man fallen on it, who had dared to ride his dilapidated cycle alongside the demi bus. Rahil constantly looked at the man and his concentration was only snapped by a small semi naked boy asking for spare change. Rahil offered a two rupee coin but the boy demanded five. He did not want to argue so he did just as the boy asked. On such...

"There is only one success - to be able to live your life your own way."                                                                                                                - Christopher Morley. We encounter different opinions from different people throughout our life. Some for better, some for worse. It is good to hear everyone, but best to do what you want, no matter what it is. You cannot live someone else's way, every individual is different and capable of making his own decision. Not all the allegations we have been facing since childhood about life are true, given by people who have experienced them. Those people are not 'You'. Do what you love, create your own rules: for life is far beyon...

One of my friends read my story 'Resurrection' and explained me how much he liked it. He had always been intimidated by war time stories and asked me to write one. The theme of the story below was provided by him. I really loved it, so I have tried my best to justify his theme through this story. The story goes... EVIL GOD “You look scared. Is it your first time?” asked an impeccably dressed militant as he adjusted his seat to deal with the sudden jerks that rocked the truck as it rode along the craggy road. The listener only stared at the crates filled with the 9mm SMGs and Koch MP5s. In a freckled voice he replied “Yes.” There was nothing to look at but the faces of rude brutes that reflected the hardships they had gone through. “Ha! You’re gonna enjoy this chap” the man looked happy about the statement he made. The only source of light to this dark dungeon was an old flickering bulb as all three sides of the truck were covered with greenish-black covers while t...

When we are alone in a quite place, our repressed memories that chill us to the bone start bubbling up. No matter who we are, what we are, where we are, we all have memories or incidents that we wish to forget, obliterate completely from our lives. I too sat in my room alone on a gloomy evening, hardly had I talked to anyone in days. I had started running out of things to do.  To my rescue came an old friend who called me on my cell phone. I hadn't talked to him in days so we talked for almost half an hour. After talking to him I had this immense feeling of joy that came forth tearing right through my boredom. That is when I wrote this: If You Could If you could forget something, what would it be? Would it be your wretched thoughts, Or some unviable memory? What must you expunge from your mind? A terrible apocalypse, Our your punishing congenial time? What torments you the most?  Is it your beloved's reminiscence, Our are you being chased by some o...

I live in a rented house. The landlord lives upstairs with his married son and a 2 year old grand daughter. On a gentle evening, I went up to his room to pay my rent. I was not in a very good mood due to some trifle problems that added up to something big. As I stepped inside I realized that the mother was teaching English alphabets and words to the little one in a room outside which I stood waiting for the landlord. She tried hard, but the little one didn't pay attention and kept laughing and giggling without any reason. Finally the girl spoke the letter 'A' in an amusing yet clear way. It was not a great achievement, but the joy that it brought on the mothers face cannot be enunciated by words. All my tensions culminated at that very moment and what I realized I drafted into a story. Resurrection It was the inception of a lousy evening when a mother-son duo sat at the corner of an immaculate restaurant. "We're growing old son, all we want is for you to come...

In all these years, I have met different types of people. Some were reserved yet amazing while some were free yet awful. I looked around and observed two major classes of people: One was carefree, convivial and flew high above, while the other was absolute, serene and down to earth. Both were good in their own ways, but their way of contemplating life was different. We all face merry and poignant news daily, but what we make of it makes us who we are. The Man Who Never Smiled Many came and many lost, None could obliterate his wretched thoughts. All day long he sat alone in his cage, Seldom putting on a troubled visage. He gazed out of the window, To see imbeciles without a drop of sorrow. ' What makes them merry? ', thought he, Corrupt, weak imposters with nothing to be! So he reflected on what he had got, Riches? Love? Not even hatred to rot! A cursed world to look forward to? Wasn't there anything to serve as clue? One night he slumbered, A...