That shitty feeling we call love!

It's just the bloody idiotic, stupid and shitty yet sweet and wonderful feeling that creeps into your heart in due course of a conversation, that we end up calling love as we are coerced to because of the surroundings. May it be the movie you watched last night or the novel you've currently been reading, it is the sole culprit behind feeding this idea into your empty piece of curved substance which rests on the extreme top of your face. How can we call some random feeling love when we ourselves don't know what it feels like to be in love or to be loved. Attraction to infatuation and lust, everything seems to be love to a moronic idiot hit by the virus. 

Frankly, it's much more infectious and vulnerable than the virus that causes AIDS. A massive youth of the country is suffering from heartbreak and people say heart attack is scary? Can't they just open their eyes to see the people whining about their past love and how they were ditched or dumped? Or do they think everyone has been trying the sympathy trick to score a partner and get into their pants?

Everyone tries defining love and these days I see a lot of people talking about it on the radio and reality shows advising people how to cope up with love from their own screwed up experiences. But deep down, they are themselves searching for the true meaning of love. In this era where love is sold by the Indian authors at around 100 bucks and foreign authors for a slightly expensive price, there are hypocrites who still deny believing in love, but at the corner of their brain, they are still waiting for that special someone to come into their lives. 

But this sweet little spice apparently called love which may or may not be love enters into your mind like a bomb thrown by some terrorist group which even Major Samar Anand cannot dispose off and ruins your entire life and destroys your friendship if the person you assume to love is your best friend.

Nothing appears to be the same once this bomb of love explodes in your life leaving every part of your body burning and your heart broken into a thousand pieces. Not even the friendship you once shared. But no matter how harsh the consequences could be, you still go ahead with it, because it has effect over your nonsensical brain more than that of a bottle of rum. No matter how broken you'd be, you still make attempts to get destructed again. Well, that's the irony of life.

Well, the darker side of love still seems brighter than the candle light dinner you've ever had? I salute you, then. 

So, the point is, no matter how messy it is, always be in love. Bullshit. That's what Ayushmaan says. Keep calm and write about love. You may some day find it when a person you don't even know or haven't even met reads what shit you've written about that shitty feeling and falls for you. Well, for me? Love is injurious to my health. I should stay away from love, even if the Ted Mosby in me is too desperate to find the love of my life and the would be mother of my kids. 

The Lone Traveller.

I stand here, at the Kannur railway station leaning against a pillar, that has a charging socket, trying to plug in my phone which constantly displays ‘Connect the charger’. Once, I am done connecting the charger, I stand looking around aimlessly. As I wait for my train to arrive, I look around to notice a bunch of students laughing over some funny joke, some couples mush up, some children who fake a cry to catch their parents attention to buy them something or the other, and a lot more. A few of those sights are pleasurable and soothe my eyes and turn me nostalgic, while the rest daunt me, turning me bleak and depressed. 

I look around, and a drop of tear escapes my eyes. Journeys have consistently and repeatedly played a crucial role in moulding me as a person, and it holds paramount significance in shaping my character. No matter how protracted or short the journey would be, the change that the journey would induce in me would be inevitable. Every journey transforms me into a better person. From answering my inmost unanswered and baffling questions to solving my mysterious problems, it would do it all. And there have been times, I have been extremely lucky to meet the best of people in the course of travelling. Those people would say things that would somehow change my mindset regarding certain concepts I've been stubborn about.
To be precise, journeys have always been helpful and considerably important part of my life, and I wish the same from this journey.

Hearing the announcement about the arrival of my train, I unplug the charger, and roll it and keep it in my bag. I make myself ready to get into the train. Mangalore isn't far from here. It’s just 2 hours. But I hope these two hours change my life forever. This journey would probably be one of my shortest journey, but I have faith in my destiny, and myself, that I would benefit myself through this journey. 

As I am sitting on the window seat, snatching it from a fellow passenger, I realize how beautiful life is, as the raindrops start hitting my face hard, and I close the emergency window. There are a couple of students sitting next to me, talking in Malayalam, so I am unable to understand what they talk. I laugh at a joke of theirs which I somehow understand, thanks to my Malayali ex-girlfriend. And thus, the introduction begins, and the conversation starts. And what happens next? Too much of fun. Total fun. 

As long as you’re having fun, what change do you wish to seek? 

Lucky me! :D

I sat below the banyan tree in my college campus, restlessly writing my assignment which I had to submit three days back. I'd crossed the deadline as usual and I was a bit dubious of completing it even today. There were more than hundred pages to be written, and I was the only one left to submit the assignment. I was in despair, and the anguish of not completing my assignment was writ all over my face.

Just then, I saw Niyathi passing by my side, stopping to look at me in my worst state. She was the 'Scholar Naina' but she never talked to any guy, and thought a little too much about herself. But, she was beautiful. In fact, irresistible. I acted like writing my assignment, although I had been glancing at her through the corner of my eyes. She probably noticed that, as I wondered why she stood for so long looking at me when I was panicking over my incomplete assignment.

'You want me to write it for you?', she asked sweetly.

'Uh, yeah, I wouldn't mind if that's fine by you.', I said somehow unable to believe that she had agreed to write my assignment when I didn't even ask her to. She was not even a friend of mine.

Whatever it was, I was happy about the fact that my assignment would be complete in no time, and even happier at the fact that Niyathi, the hot nerdie of our college herself asked me if she could write my assignment when there were hundreds of guys who kept insisting her to write theirs. 

Sometimes, it's just your lucky day.

The girl who never believed in love!

Love was something unknown to Kavya. She'd never been in love. But, he still tried hard to flirt with her, although she was extremely busy working on her patient. She kept quiet although his intermittent flirting was pissing her off. It was getting on her nerves. She slapped him hard in front of all the patients the very next instant he tried flirting. 

He smiled, and left the dull general ward of the Hospital which was suffocating him now. 

And after a while, she felt bad about whatever took place there in the general ward. She left the general ward to apologize to him, as the patients were looking at her in horror. She reached his cabin too late to find him there. She made her way to the parking expecting him to leave after that embarrassing incident. 

But what she saw in the basement parking lot was disgusting. He was busy making out with a hot female intern. She wasn't remorseful anymore. She was glad about what she'd just done. He had proved her right. She lost hope in what she never believed. She realized that love looks beautiful only in movies and novels. She felt an urge to cry, but she managed to control her tears. She herself didn't know why she wanted to cry. She never liked him at the first place. 

Just then, someone tapped her shoulders. It was her patient, Rehaan.

'Coffee?' he asked. 

'Sure', she replied, managing to smile in spite of the tears welling up in her eyes.

And they headed to the coffee day which was on the ground floor of the Hospital. 

My Family.

I was having my breakfast at a nearby restaurant at 11 am, it being a lazy Sunday, when I saw a family on the next table. 

The two kids were fighting over something, hitting each other very hard as their parents repeatedly asked them to behave properly in public. 

I smiled to myself turning nostalgic , reminding myself of how I used to fight with my brother and how our parents would say the same thing. I realized I was missing my brother, and my parents. 

Just as I looked at the kids united when their parents scolded them, their father looked at me, and we smiled at each other. 

My family stays miles away from me. After breakfast, I headed to the railway station and booked k ticket to my hometown. Yo, I was missing my viva voce and going to meet my family, because I was missing them.

You should be ready to do anything for you family for they are the one who stand by you when no one else does. They're the people who'll hug you tight when people leave you alone. They accept you the way you are. 

Love is the answer.

Some people turn literally crazy and end up screwing their life, torturing themselves and wasting the most precious gift they have after they lose the person they loved the most. 

Santhosh had no reason to live after his previous break up, and he tried everything possible which he never did before, to heal the pain. From alcohol to cigarettes to drugs. He did everything. He wasn't that kind of a person. But the circumstances were such that he found solace in these unwanted substances.

One fateful day when was lying on the footpath after gulping down bottles of Rum(yes, gulping down. Not drinking), a saint wearing a dhoti came across him.He sat next to Santhosh. Santhosh was stunned to see this person when he got back to his senses. 

As he lit his cigarette, the saint told him 'There's no drug, no alcohol, no cigarette that can ever reduce your pain. You have two options. IT'S EITHER LOVE THAT CAN HEAL YOUR BROKEN HEART OR ITS DETACHMENT.'

Santhosh looked at the saint, enlightened, as the saint stood up and walked away smiling at the baffled boy. 

Should I text her or not?

It happens that when you truly like a person, you think a million times even before texting that person. It’s a natural tendency. That shows you really like the person. Every time your phone beeps, your heart skips a beat. Most often, it turns out to be someone else and not the person you assumed or anticipated it to be. And every time you see that the sender is not who you expected it to be, your face droops, clearly depicting your sadness.

Every time you see her Whatsapp profile which says ‘online’ or ‘last seen online a minute ago’, you feel a strong urge to text her, but you keep yourself from texting her thinking of what she would think about you. What if she finds you desperate? What if she is annoyed by your texts? What if she thinks you are trying to flirt with her? There are so many questions that crop up in your shitty head which hinder you from texting her.

But it’s for you to figure out what you have to do, for you are the master of your fate, and you are the captain of your soul. I don’t remember who said the above line, but someone did. But what I want to say is it’s entirely up to you if you want to make the first move. Had you been flirting around, you’d have easily texted her, ignored her texts in order to make her crave for you. She would in turn get attracted to you. But it’s different when you truly, honestly and genuinely love the person and cannot afford to lose her because of your silly and immature behavior.

Well, when you face such a dilemma, you should just do what you feel like doing. If you’re a guy, what are you waiting for? You should text first. She might even be waiting for your text. You never know. She would be pertaining to the thought that she’s a girl and she shouldn't be texting first, but should rather wait for your text. So, just go ahead and text her. Make sure you don’t keep on bugging her if she isn't responding. It shows desperation and you might end up as someone who is boring and needy. I know you feel the urge to text instantly when she texts you, but taking some time isn't a bad idea.

And if you’re a girl, and you are waiting for him to text you first, boooom, it’s 2013. There’s no harm in texting him first. It isn't a sin. 
You can always make the first move. He wouldn't think you are desperate or you badly want him. It would come out as just a friendly text if you keep it so. And if the guy doesn’t respond, screw him; there are too many fishes in the sea(including me  ). And if he takes time to reply, try doing the same. It’s a different thing that people wait for replies and sleep off when one really gets a reply. And the next morning, you are frustrated because you slept off while you’d got such a beautiful reply from him/her. 

So, what are you waiting for? Go text that person! 

P.S-I would be waiting for her text, although I am sure I wouldn't be receiving any.