Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Glimpse from the book


It's been long time I haven't posted anything on my blog. 
I have been writing a story and have completed its Manuscript. Here is a part from one of the chapters of the same

“Do you want to walk?” I asked her.
We didn't speak until we reached the garden near her PG. She was still sobbing.
“You didn't go to office today?” She asked me clearing her throat.
“I did. Why are you crying?” I replied.
She didn't say anything. I was trying all the permutation and combinations in my mind to find out the reason.
I cuddled her as she kept her head on my shoulder. She kept her hand near my heart. As I am writing this, I could imagine myself reliving that moment right now.
Twenty minutes passed. Her eyes were closed, but she was still sobbing. I could see tears still dropping down. I wanted to drink them. I touched her cheek with my hand to turn her face towards me. She opened her eyes. We looked into each other’s eye for a minute.
“Can I confess something?” She said.
“Yes Saranya, I came here to listen to you.”
“I miss your smile”, she said.
“Can I confess something too?” I asked.
She nodded her head.
“That smile comes when I am with you” I said with a smile on my face.
I couldn't be happier seeing a smile on her face which made her realized my value again. She told me the reason why she was upset. 


Saturday, May 03, 2014

What if I don't wake up tomorrow

Everyday I wake up
A thought keeps me drowning,
What if I don't wake up the next morning?
What about the dreams,
I didn't wake up of.
The wardrobe of my fantasies,
The car at my doorway,
yet to be bought.
The home, I longed to live in.
How about
The confessions I never made,
The chances I couldn't take
The regrets I owe to life
The apologies they owe to me
What about those unread books of my time
The last pages of my notebooks
The unused diaries lying there

The chronicles I wanted to give life....

This poem is written by my friend. Please follow the link above to read complete poem.




Thursday, April 24, 2014

Happiness- the nine letter word.

Tonight as I am writing this, I am letting the words flow through my fingers on my office PC. There is one of my colleagues, Mayank sitting next to my cubicle looking at the screen of his PC with earphones plugged in connected to his cell phone. I could listen to the beats of the music. We both just came from a thirty minutes tea break and I couldn’t stop myself writing what we talked about. Since there is very less work in office today, I got some spare time to write.
“Hey Aurick, do you want to go for a tea break?” Mayank asked.
“Give me a minute. I will just finish this”, I said pointing towards the screen.
“Okay, just let me know.”
We walked outside the office near to the tea stall where all the smokers were filling up their lungs with the tar. I wondered if I am the only one who remember the *Itna taar aapko bimaar…bohat bimaar krane ke liye kaafi hai*
advertisement that comes before every Bollywood movie in the cinemas.
We ordered a cup of tea for both and started talking. One thing that I had respected him for was that he never said anything negative about anyone around ever.
“Mayank sir, do you like working in night shifts?” I tried to break the ice of silence.
“Definitely!  I feel so independent in night shifts and I should tell you that I am married”
We both laughed out loudly.
“On a serious note Aurick, I will tell you my story”, he said taking the tea cup from the tea stall vendor.
“I would love to listen it”, I responded with an excitement. Oh yes, I have never told anyone around the office that I am story writer.
“When I passed out from my college, I was placed in a call center, where I used to work more than what I was paid. In the early stage of your career, you do not know who will use you at any point for his/her own favor and give you nothing in return. I was a victim of the same. But during that time, I was happy because of her.”
“Tell me she is your wife now?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Hahaha. Let me just complete. So, I was telling you about her. I had a long seven years relationship with her. When it came to marriage thing, we knew that our parents won’t agree and with our understanding we both ended up with a happy note. My wife knows about her and this is the reason I am still happy. I got an offer from a much esteemed organization soon and I switched. I learnt things in my life every day. The only thing I regret in my life was sleeping with a girl on whom I spent one fourth of my first salary after celebrating the party of my hars earned first money. That was the only time when I was drunk that too with the company of few friends. Now, after 8 years of experience, after having two daughters in my life, I am still happy. My wife knows every single truth of my Life. I do not have any loan on me. I own a car and a large enough flat to live”, he said as I paid for the tea and we started walking back to the office
“You know Aurick, There is no happiness in earning money until and unless you are not happy. Happiness comes from one’s own home. If you stay happy in your home, you will have a good mood to work in the office as well. Of course there were so many compromises that I did in my life, but it never affected my happiness. Somehow, God showed me the right path to move ahead in life. I today earn good enough that I