23 July 2014
Posted on Wednesday, July 23, 2014 by Manali Balsara
20 July 2014
It was past 7 in the evening and he did not realize it was 2 hours since he first saw her, it was time to reach his hotel for dinner which was more than an hour away. He got himself into a cab and reached his hotel. After eating a surreal Italian meal, he decided that the day after he will again try and visit her; the lady with a million dollar smile. So the next morning after completing his work formalities, he again found her when he visited the same street or to say she found him; again staring at her. He could not believe how someone could be so beautiful, with spotless skin and that enchanting smile; she sat there like an angel waiting to bless someone.
“In love with Mona Lisa and her smile.... “
Posted on Sunday, July 20, 2014 by Manali Balsara
14 July 2014
It was a dark night and Vrinda was running into narrow lanes of Chowringhee road while the crowd chose to become a mere audience. She again stopped to catch a breath, her lungs were about to explode, but she also knew that if she did not run today she will get caged forever.
As she stopped, she noticed a lodge at the end of the street, a perfect place to hide she thought to herself. The problem with life is what we think is seldom the reality.
She entered the old building, it was a lodge named "Lolita" , while in normal circumstances Vrinda would have never ever checked into such a place , now she was standing at the shady reception begging for a room to spend the night. The receptionist was a old man with soda glasses on , all he could see was a sweating Vrinda and and like him everyone around kept staring at her suspiciously.
She sat on the old bed which had unclean sheets on , and it was a total contrast to her ultra new attire which she was in. It was around 12am now and she was getting hungry but she chose not to open the room door for anyone. Her room was loaded with old furniture and a stinking bathroom, Vrinda didn't even have clothes to change into ; she made a note to herself to buy new clothes the other morning.
Vrinda was still scared, she looked at her wristwatch and realised it was 15 minutes past 2 am now, may be too late for them to follow her anymore. She did not even have her mobile phone with her to call someone close and inform , though actually she did not trust anyone in revealing her location at the moment. The window to the room faced a busy street , which at this time of the night was scarily quite. While she stood there thinking and re-thinking over the things that shook her life in the past few hours , she also started analysing if her running and hiding was sane. She was a strong girl after all , an 26 year old MBA in finance with a well paid corporate job, a loving family and a future to look forward to.
She could not sleep that night, It was as if restlessness was spread all over the room. The sun rose and lost in her own thoughts , Vrinda fell asleep on what was probably the oldest bed in kolkata.
The sun rose to its full beauty, the birds chirping outside was making the entire setup heavenly, when someone knocked the room door and it woke Vrinda up. Vrinda woke up jolted and scared, because she thought may be they found her. She moved closely towards the door which was being heavily knocked at and asked " Who's there ?" and the heavy voice on the other end replied
"Madam I am Ramu , the cleaner , I need to clean the room"
She had a sigh of relief and opened the door at one not realising that the world is full of smart and smarter people. To her astonishment they had found her , she was shocked that she could not run away even this time around.
Vrinda's family had found her, her cousin brothers and uncles running behind her the other night had found her and this made Vrinda more restless than anything.
It all started 2 years back when Vrinda's family decided that it was time for their daughter to tie the knot and settle down, while Vrinda had a weird fascination with love marriages; she was in no world ready to settle for an arranged marriage. This was the third time in a span of over 3 years that Vrinda has run away from her own wedding post her last minute realisation of how she should wait a little longer for the cupid to play his cards.
Vrinda's ideal partner might be waiting to fall in love with her even as her husband , but she wanted love to prosper in a different set up....
While running and chasing love, we somehow forget that love is a journey and it does not need a definite set up to exist. Its our own chase for love that makes it more unattainable and discreet. Either you get married and fall in love or fall in love and get married, doesn't matter; as long as you are in love for the rest of your lives.
Posted on Monday, July 14, 2014 by Manali Balsara
5 July 2014
Asif was clever but was mostly quiet and kept to himself. While his father had deserted them when he was just 3 years old , he did not have any memory of his father imprinted on his mind. All he remembered was his face , and which Asif wanted to forget someday. Asif's forgetfulness was not surprising to anyone anymore , it had become a habit. Inspite of his forgetfullness his mother was someone whom he could never forget.
Hours later , a maid entered the room and found Asif lying lifeless on the floor. He had suffered an heart attack , while his hands still holding the football tightly.
The neighbours could only mourn on his demise, while some appreciating his love for the game exclaimed -
" To be passionate about something at his age was commendable..... After all at 75 years of age people give up on living , and he gave his life to the game.... "
Fact is kids and super seniors are no different; they are passionate,they are loving and innocent in their own ways, you just need to acknowledge the fact.
Posted on Saturday, July 05, 2014 by Manali Balsara
29 June 2014
Posted on Sunday, June 29, 2014 by Manali Balsara
24 June 2014
He quietly stared outside the taxi window and awaited the moment when he could reach home and hug his mom , tell her that he can walk now on his own. Suddenly it struck Peter that before he reached a vegetative state, the last thing he remembers is sitting in a similar taxi at a midnight hour returning from his own office. He clearly remembered the accident which shook him and from that day till now he couldn't even open his eyes forget moving.
The taxi passed his home and Peter just couldn't understand why the driver wasn't acknowledging his plea to stop the taxi, may be he was drunk was what Peter could guess. The other 2 guys sitting next to him got down a mile away from his home and Peter sneaked out too. Before he could try and search his pockets for money the taxi took off at lightning speed. Peter's hands were still in his jeans pockets and all he could find was a old bloated 100 rupees note which he slided back into his pocket. He walked towards his home, it was past midnight and thus the lights to his portuguese style bungalow were out. His pet dog who normally awaited his arrival at the gate was missing, and the whole bungalow was looking a lot changed. The colors were different , the clothes hanging in the balcony were different , but one thing was the same; it still smelt the same. veery home has its own aura and Peter felt at home.
He rang the doorbell and no one answered the door. He peeped inside from the window and could see only darkness, so he sat on the porch outside till the morning sun arrived to surprise his mom.
The morning sun arrived with all its force and was shining as bright as possible.
Peter opened his eyes only to realise he again couldn't move even a bit. He looked around and found himself amidst silence. He was disappointed , he had reached his home, how did he come back to this place again? And between this whirlpool of thoughts , he heard his mom crying but couldn't see her, and slowly all noises again became silent.
Peter's mom and his whole family was present near him , at the graveyard to mark his 10th death anniversary. He had died 10 years ago at 2am midnight , in a cruel accident between his taxi and a speedy truck.
Live your life when you can , because death does not allow you to even move... It makes you still and helpless...So fulfill all your dreams when you are alive, show love and care to your loved ones when they are alive and you too..
Posted on Tuesday, June 24, 2014 by Manali Balsara
8 June 2014
Well the one walking ahead of me was a different kind altogether, the breed I detest and feel pity for the most. The quintessential ragpicker with a huge pile of plastic garbage with her. She was walking right ahead of me and blocking most of my view.
The pile of garbage she was carrying was bigger than frame of her body itself, she had a dirty cloth tied to her head and her hair was unkept. From the look of it , I can say that at least 6 months had passed since the last time she must have washed her hair and at least a week since she must have had a bath. I came to think about her life, how must they be surviving in such unhygienic conditions? They don not have a proper water supply, forget about water supply she probably doesn't even have a home to call her own. It was a sense of pity I cannot put into words. I could see her picking up the litter from the road and adding it to the already piling huge bag she had strung to her back. It made me think if she could have ever experienced happiness ? She must be devoid of the feeling altogether , she does not have a mobile , nor an internet connection , nor a group of friends probably with whom she can go out occasionally and party or just watch a movie. Once or twice I saw her face while she picked up the litter , and she did not look anything above 15. It made me feel really helpless, and in between all these emotions and in between shopping for veggies my phone rang.
Pick up the litter of your emotions and make sure everyone around you have a clean smiling environment around them.
In that moment I realised, its not presence of some things which makes us smile, its absence of few not so good things. We can't judge others by the things that make them happy , happiness is subjective.
Posted on Sunday, June 08, 2014 by Manali Balsara
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