Tuesday, August 14, 2018

A WAKE UP CALL

Written by Yasir 

He sat morosely contemplating in the verandah. He was beset with the deep thoughts. He felt so desolate and bereft, succumbed to the emptiness she has left in his life. Apathy has started engulfing him.

The person whom he refers to has played a significant role in his journey from a boy to a man.
For 8 long years, she had been with him, evolving from a mere acquaintance to a friend, from a friend to a close friend, from a close friend to an intimate and best friend, from the best friend to a soulmate.
The way she used to handle him was impeccable; funny though!.


Memories were floating through his heart. Tears were flowing unintentionally. He was so emotionally dependent on her as she had the medicine to cure all his worries and sorrows. She used to cuddle him like a Mother, fights with him like a sister, wrangles with him like a kid, compromises more than a wife and love him more than Juliet does.

He felt like all those recollection had been a dream and it was too hard to realize that everything is over. All the travails suddenly started giggling at him. Some people come to our lives to teach the value of the soul, life and relationships. She has taught him everything. 
Some reasons and explanations can't be valid, but of course for a better cause!



" If you love a flower, don’t pick it up, because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation." ~ Osho

      - What a beautiful thought from Osho, isn't iit?


Now, the protagonist gets a wake-up call and now, he knows the significance of this beautiful flower from his garden of paradise. He will cherish and nurture it, takes the fragrance to his heart, but will never pluck it up. 


Monday, May 7, 2018

A DAY TO LEARN AND SMILE

Written by Yasir

Today- 06th May 2018.
Yet another lazy Sunday. Weekends usually go with a lightning speed and at the end of most of the Sunday evenings, I used to feel that I’ve successfully wasted another weekend!

However, I had some plans before going to bed yesterday.

Today was the birthday of someone special. She is one of my best friends. Though I know her well, I never met her so far. So I thought it’s the right moment to meet her also. She stays around 25 km away from my place.

The plan was to reach there in the morning. The alarm was on time, but I was not. Guess what? I started at 1 pm. I knew it was late, but I was not ready to call her. I thought, let it be a surprise for her!

I made a birthday note to stick to the door in case she is not there. I also needed a refreshment from all the hectic schedule. So with a small gift for her, I started from home.

Even after waiting for half an hour to catch a bus, I couldn’t find any. I got one after walking a couple of kilometres.

The journey was smooth; reached the destination by 3 o’ clock. Thanks to the Google Maps, I reached her place somehow. It’s such a beautiful residential area. Calm & serene; completely conflicting with my place!

Hold on now, everything is good. But, the purpose was not met though. It was so unfortunate! She was not there. I should have reached a bit earlier. She is out & will be reaching late. What to do? I handed over the gift and note to the caretaker there.

Now, what’s next? I always had some backup plans. Now, this is fortunate! Two of my close friends stay within 3 km from her place. I could spend some quality time with them.

It was close to 9.15 PM when I returned back to home. I won’t get a direct bus to my place; need to catch a bus till the penultimate stop. So, I got in and reached the place by around 10 PM. To be fortunate, as soon as I got down, another bus came to my place. It was not having any passengers.  A young lady also got into the bus along with me. I’ll get down at the next stop. At the same time, from the conversation she had with the bus conductor, I understood that she is getting down on the last stop, which is nearly 5 more km from my place. All the breaking and shocking news which I’ve been hearing recently flashed through me.  I reached the place before I could decide something. I went to her and said,

“Please be careful; you are alone in the bus.”
It brought a sense of consciousness in her.  I noted down the vehicle number before leaving. I was seeing my own friend/sister in her place.

Finally, a beautiful day comes to an end with a beautiful smile. She waved at me when I got down from the bus.

Even though she is completely a stranger to me, I didn’t feel good leaving her alone in the bus.
The thoughts are still haunting me. I still believe I shouldn’t have left her alone in the bus, that too so late in the night.

“Dear friend,
I am not the one to judge anyone. It’s the experiences which tempt me to think and act. I strongly believe it was my responsibility to ensure your safety so as the conductor and driver in the bus. I hope that you’ve reached home safely.”

At the same time, I hope the birthday girl received her gift as well. You are the biggest reason behind such a good day!

“Different situations, different people; one life.”

That sums up the whole day!

Friday, July 7, 2017

HER STORY

Written by Yasir

She was prepared for it; both physically and mentally. Her wet eyes when faced towards the gazing sun, shined a little more. The tiredness has tightly wrapped up her body. Covered in a torn, dirty sack, with a wrinkled face, she has almost turned into an old lady. The girl walked slowly along the track with her naked and wounded legs, touching the hot and burning surface. She seemed to be wildly beaten up and the remnants of her story can be traced out from the scars of her body.

The wastes were piled up in a corner and some were burned on a different side. It seems like the whole garbage from the city was pumped on the side of the railway track; a stinky place with a pungent smell of human wastes; majority being the output of gluttony, lust and covetousness.  One could easily find thousands of condoms, numerous illegal drug residues, sanitary pads, broken and unbroken bottles, cotton wools and all sorts of wastes nearby. Have you ever thought how do men live there? They don’t live, they simply exist there; living is still a dream for all of them. It’s a cursed slum of sex-workers. They haven’t chosen this life; the life has chosen them and taken them away from the world.

And she is also among those chosen ones. As an infant baby, she was found abandoned in the railway track. The slum keepers took her to the slum and brought her up. The girl is barely 14 now and ever since she turned nine years, she has been used by the cannibals in the city. Every night she used to look at the train, hoping someone would come for her; but no one has ever turned up. She remained envious and contemptuous whenever she see the smiling faces of the children at her age, enjoying with their family.

The girl was brutally raped for the past five years and left with serious injuries all over. She realized that she will no longer able to suffer anymore and made her mind to run away from there. Trust me, it’s never an easy job to get out of that hell. She has tried a few times before and ended up having more and more torture. But this time, she was fortunate enough to have a maid to help her. She couldn’t even thank her, but of course, the maid will always be positioned as an angel in her heart. Even though she fell down many times, she continued running for her life as quickly as she can until she got away from the slum. She saw the outside world for the first time in her life and no wonder why she was very much terrified. She looked around and was shocked to see how big the slum really is. A never-ending railway track was staring in front of her. She understood that she needs to walk along the railway track to move on. Even though the girl was extremely exhausted and dying. The place was so lonely. She sat on the track and decided to kill herself. “For whom should she live??” The world she has seen is cruel, the people she has seen are cruel; everything is cruel to her. She wanted to escape from the cruel world, she isn’t aware of any other world.
She lied on the track and waited for the train to wholly engulf her. As she waits for it, she heard a cry from nearby. It was a cry of a baby. She suddenly got up and went in search of the baby. And she found it covered in a piece of cloth; a cute little baby girl. When she took her in hands, she stopped crying. The kid reminds her of herself and parents. An abrupt impulse flashed through her; 

“This kid mustn’t be taken to the slum…! I shall live; I will live for you….”
                
With tears in eyes, Arya made a pause. Then, continued, “That was the story of my Mother. This is how my Mother brought me up. I revealed this as she had insisted me to do so before her death.…”

With broken words, she carried on,

 “If she hadn’t found me, I would have died or ended up in any slum; who knows! Today I’m a Civil Servant and moreover, an independent lady.

No child must ever be sexually abused again. It’s the responsibility of the society to come up against such social evils. Paramours turn up as daylight fades away and midnight embraces. They keep their honour during daytime. The story of the poor children and women who got trapped in the maze always haunts us. They are treated as the worst creatures in the world and the people who spoiled their lives would continue to live their normal life.

I would like to ask, is this the right way, people? Don’t you think the prey must be given a predominant consideration?

As the assistant collector of this district, I plead you to show mercy for the affected, helping hand for the needy. They deserve it. In one way or other, we are responsible for these.

My dear friends, let’s eradicate child abuse. Let’s join together for a better world….!”

As soon as she ends the speech, everyone gave a standing ovation for the young lady, Arya and her brave mother who brought her up to be a civil servant.


That sums up the life of the iron ladies, who was born and risen from the ashes, fighting against all the odds in life. 

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

THE BLANK CHAPTER

To be very frank, I have nothing in my mind right now, Still, I am writing something while searching for words. I wanted to remind myself that I haven't lost myself.

For the past few months, I have been searching for myself. I needed to know where my soul lies. My mind has been flying like a threadless kite. I started to miss me, though I didn't want to.

Let me conclude,
I want to be myself, back with my thoughts. Let me try it.
Let me confirm myself that I am alive, rather than just exist.

"What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?"
                                                            - Holy Bible, Mathew 16:26

Friday, October 2, 2015

THE WALL THAT SEPARATES US

( A poem after a long gap)

Can you see the wall?
The one that separates us.
The black wall of opium,
The wall which is powerful,
The one that can't be pierced.
The one which said to lighten millions,
The same which darkens two of us.
Let us break this wall together,
Let us embrace humanity.

And believe me,
When I say,
There's no such wall in between us,
It's such an illusion,
That deceives our eyes.
The only thing that detach us,
Is what I call, our resistance,
The resistance to accept ourselves.
I strive to live.
I drive to live,
With you my love, forever.
Let us love,
Let us live,
Let us share and cheer.
Let us be together forever.

                                                -Yasir