Resigned to destiny

An omnipresent love story

Had I known the depth of the waters,

I would have never plunged in the sea.

Had I known the difficulties of the battle,

I would have never waged one.

Had I known the turmoil of truth,

I would have never sought it.

Had I known I would have love you so very much,

I would have never let my path cross yours….

He thought of these self-composed verses for the fourth time in the last two hours that he spent smiling at various people in the engagement party of his love. The engagement of his love to the man of her dreams, Viplav. And he being her friend was supposed to be receiving people, seeing whether they were comfortable, and enjoying the party and the food. The party, he too would have enjoyed had it not been an ordeal to keep his eyes expressionless and his face smiling. It was a banquet hall filled with blooming gerberas, the flower she adored the most. The walls were interlaced with ribbons of blue and white, her favorite colors. The entire decoration was as delicate as her sensitive nature and as elegant as her poise. How could it not be when it was he who had supervised the decorations?

“Ah, look at them. They look so good together,” he heard someone say.

He forced a smile and kept going his way to fetch a glass of water for an aged lady. God, how much he wanted to run away from this place into the sanctity of his one bedroom apartment where he could open a book or work away in his laptop and forget the world he lived in, forget that his life had people he loves and cares for, forget that there were people in the world who might love him too.

No one noticed his inner turmoil, rather no one noticed him. All eyes were on Viplav, the man he could happily throttle and take his place. He would have throttled if only she didn’t love that fool.

“Oh! I am destiny’s fool!” he remembered the lines of some movie he had watched lately. And that was what he was he thought with a smirk. His chain of thought was broken by his love.

“Where are you? You certainly had walked into a different world where someone was torturing you.”

“Me, tortured! Sure, you were dreaming about it when Viplav slid his ring onto your finger. Viplav, dude watch out. She is having second thoughts already.”

“That was a good method to contrive your way out of my question. Yet I am waiting for the answer,” she said while Viplav was nudging her to turn the other way to meet some of his distant relatives.

He rushed to the washroom, to wash his face as well as walk back to reality. What did he speak aloud, that too to her? He was going insane and needed some intoxicant to drown his emotions. Once he is allowed to leave, he will buy himself a drink or two he decided. He had to celebrate, after all she got engaged, and he was still a free man. A very good reason to celebrate, it was a damned too good reason to celebrate.

Three hours and many such visits to the washroom later he was finally walking into the bar to drink his way to oblivion without a care for the world. But it was not supposed to be so. His two closest friends walked through the door towards him and gave knowing smiles. They were the only two people who knew he loved her too much to see her get married to someone else. They didn’t object to his drinking, rather ordered cocktails for themselves too. They had never asked him the story though they did know about his sufferings. Today they asked and he found himself speaking.

“I met her….”

(Would have continued the story till the end but it has become lengthy for a blog post. Will write further after you all have read and commented on the story up till now…) 

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An omnipresent love story

It has been my general observation that one human being loves many of his species and in turn is loved by many... but life provides him/her with one partner on whom to lavish all the love content of his/her heart... 

All love stories concern the one man finding his true love through a series of heavenly mediated situations, gaining her love or rather ascertaining the fact that she already loves him, and then either a happily ever after or a premature death at the hands of fiends...

Some stories do talk about a guy falling in love with this girl whom he has to forgo and then again heavenly mediations take him to his love bug... the initial love is a matter of a few paragraphs or two pages at most... and often the lead lady has a friend who is a lover too and sacrifices his love for the love of his life... this side role character is lost in the pages and forgotten... we, the readers,might sympathize or even empathize with them but at the end of the story we neglect their existence... no book review ever gives these details a space in their limited word compositions... though in reality, these situations are the most longest and most remembered later either with a laugh or with a sad smile...

So, i concluded that i must give this lover a chance to be the hero of some story... my attempt might give many a forlorn hearts a chance to weep, and many a romantic novel fans to ditch my blog forever...

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Nearing Adieu!

X and Y were walking down the streets after loads of shopping. A cool breeze on the air made them stroll through the busy road. Both had a dreamy look on their face and were smiling with amusement.

“These days it feels like a time turner is at work,” X said after sometime.

“Harry Porter fan, eh?”

“That I am. But don’t you too feel so. Time flies between past, present, and future.”

“I thought I live in the present.”

“May be I am the only foolish person thinking about it.”

“Come on. You are not foolish, though you are a sentimentalist,” Y chided.

“Oh! You are trying to cheer me up.”

“Tell me about it and let us both decide.”

For a moment X hesitated and then seeing the earnest look on Y’s face, X continued, “Well, after being here for 4 long years, we are supposed to be leaving next month. Many a times I pass through some street, some corner and I reminisce the past. Remembering how it had been. In most of the instances, I can’t even remember how I came to know about a street, a shop and how I became a regular visitor.” X paused to look at Y who was listening with rapt attention.

“That’s normal; when you know you are leaving a place for good and may not have a chance to come back to your haunts again for a long time to come.”

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Was that all?”

“There is more, of course. I also think of the people I met, of the friends I got and I still have. I think of situations where I could have done things differently and life would have been easier and less complicated. I often think of life here without one or the other person and imagine if I still would have been the same human I am now or I would have been something else.”

“Now now. Reminiscing is fine but retrospection, that too over the years you have enjoyed. And have you thought that life might have been less complicated without certain incidents, but they might have been less interesting too. There is also another fact that whenever you were met with a challenge you found a quality in yourself to help you or you found a friend. You would have hated missing all of it.”

“I guess those were the only things that let me handle a challenge and emerge victorious. Yes, I could not have missed all that.”

“What about the present then?

“There is a life to be lived at present too. Is there not? There are numerous little odds and ends to be set at right before leaving. Ah, the troubles of a farewell.”

“Melodrama at its height! Future would be interesting to listen to I hope.”

X raised brows in disinterest, and then continued on the tirade. “When I think of the past immediately, as if time flew by, I think about the future. What would we be doing next year this time? Will we be in contact with the numerous of our friends and acquaintances? Who else would be added to my life? So on and so forth.”

“I told you, you a sentimentalist, through and through, though I doubt if there exists word like that.”

“There is. And don’t mind me. I am a fool after all. If not for thinking and feeling as I do, but for telling you, you of all people about my sentiments, if that is what they are. I had to know you’d laugh and call me an over- sentimental fool.”

“Do me some justice after all. I never used the word fool to describe you, though I am inclined to now.”

“There you go. All justice done.” So saying X jumped into their mode of transportation wondering what would be the outcome of the final of IPL tomorrow.

The more "Difficult", The more "Exciting"

Exams are approaching... haven't read a single word... yet studying seems boring...may be coz passing marks are attainable....