Last good bye

We never feel like growing up and see the world with a matured vision. Always living in a protective shield of parents, became a way to live our lives. We keep the reality far from our reach. However, reality runs behind us.

One day, you wake up in the morning thinking it would be an ordinary morning but it ends up as an unexpected one. The person, whom you always ignored and never cared about, leaves you. All you see is a motionless body of him and all you hear are the voices of his loved ones crying. But suddenly you feel depressed and your view gets blurred. The moments lived with him come to your mind taking you away from truth and his voice hit your ears making you deaf to the cries of people around you. But the truth does not stay neglected for long. He went away just like that, without having said a last good bye. You wish you could travel against the time to see him again, to apologise for everything you did that gave him pain. You wish you could see his charming smile again.

Looking at him with aching heart, you accept the responsibilities of life. You see through the shield provided by your parents. You stand facing the truth. And all of a sudden, you feel old.

~StoryTeller

The last moment

It was like living a dream, beautiful dream which was not meant to last long.

It feels like you were here by my side a second ago and in the next moment you are not.

You left me behind and now I am broken. I am shattered.

I relive the moments spent with you and it kills me. Your absence kills me.

I cry aloud!

No one listens. No one cares. You were the one for me.

I go out. I walk on streets. All I see is happy faces.

But I am alone. I don’t have anyone whose hand I can hold and smile.

And when stars come up, I go numb. My heart races with my breaths.

All I think about is you, your promises.

Were they all a lie, a joke?

I want to tell you how much I loved you. I want to tell you what you meant for me.

Being with you was paradise for me.

Oh! You are here…Holding my hands… No don’t go, stop!

I scream. I wake up.

All I see is my dark room.

That was a dream again. I am broken again.

-Best friend’s feelings

~StoryTeller

Hello all!

Just like you people go through many random posts, this is also one of them. I know it is long but trust me it is worth reading because there is a serious issue with level and understanding of education.

Today, while attending a marriage ceremony, I was waiting for my turn at pav bhaji stall when a good looking guy with great physique, well dressed up, carrying latest IPhone, expensive watch came up and said “oye sun be! Ek plate laga chup chap aur saale dhangse makhan daliyo… teri beti ki shadi nahi hai”. He must be thinking that he was looking damn cool while talking to a person who is lower than him in such manner.

How can someone call himself educated while doing things like this? Is this what education is all about? Are educated people expected to behave like this? That person, who is making pav bhaji for you, is doing all this to support his family just like we work to support our families. Just because of the fact that someone is rich and other person is not, does not gives the right to talk to them in such a way. Everybody has a heart which gets hurt because of someone and at the same time smiles because of some other person.

It is not possible to provide help to person who is lower than you every time. But, for the sake of humanity, they can be respected for working hard to earn. Just do one thing, whenever paying them for something SMILE and say THANK YOU every time. Maybe this time their heart will smile because of you.

Thank you for giving your precious time.

~StoryTeller

Shady street lights

Are we really growing? Answer by most of the people will be yes. But, I do not think so. Let me justify myself.

I was coming back to home at around 7:00 p.m. Dark sky, cool breeze, mind full of random thoughts and eyes looking around in every direction. And then my eyes suddenly freezed. I saw a child washing dishes. He must be 12 years or so. He asked his father “padh lun ab thodi der?” and to this his father replied “15 minute ruk ja… light jal jane de”.

I went to a bus stop nearby and sat there waiting. After 15 minutes street lights got life and to this little boy smiled sweetly and started to study under lights. After few moments, his father noticed me and came near and asked “kya hua?” I said “kuch nahi” and offered little financial help to which he denied saying “shukriya par yeh paise nahi le sakta; malik ne itna diya hai ki isse apne pairo par khada kar saku… aur ek baat, yeh khud yahan aata hai, main nahi bulata aur phir yahin padhta hai… hum dono hi hai ek dusre ka parivaar”. 

Conversation started on the topic of education but ended on love; love for family.

Yes, we are growing but just physically. Growing up means getting wiser, understanding the value of people who did everything they could do for us. But as we are growing, we are leaving our parents behind. The pain they go through will be understandable only when our children will grow up and leave us.

Whatever I saw at ‘shady street light’ taught me to get wise. We need to thank our parents for their support, their love, their patience with us. They have surrendered their own life for our well being. We need to understand them.

~StoryTeller