ZINDAGI MIGZARA

“Come on!! At least stop now. For God’s sake I am in a damn office!” She repeated it to herself as she entered Meghdoot. Mind has its own wonder world ,when troubled it creates a havoc! Well, this is not the first time she is getting such strong intuitions. There had been many instances earlier and her instincts have never really failed her. But, all those things were real, connecting real people with real incidents ,not like an internet guy! Does being 20 ensures these fall pits? “Come on!!! I need to get rid of these stupid thoughts and I will.” She almost vowed crossing a strip of hair, over her ear and put the envelopes on the table.

Something strange has been happening for last 2 days. She met this guy ANURAG MAHANTA 4 months before in a chatting room. And, like million of people, who meet online, they eventually become good friends. But , something more than friendship shook her with time. He has almost spell a magic on her. Looking at his orkut profile every time she logged in ,has become a permanent habbit. His blogs got a secret follower and Facebook got a new user! And now, almost all of a sudden, she feels she is going to meet this guy very soon! Every passenger, every bus, every ticket counter made her search for that personality. She had been tired looking for him in every public place ,she visits and been tired of trying to understand why is she behaving like that! Yet , the feeling is so strong and it is continually haunting her for last 2 days! Something inside her tells her its all gonna happen. He is near somewhere! Something, not less than a miracle , will happen and she will just meet him. And all these expectation even after knowing the bitter truth “both of them are geographically miles apart and she even haven’t seen his photo except a blurt one in the orkut profile pic” ! ”female instincts!!”


“May I have your gum please?” a male voice from left to her in the table asked. ”Ya, sure”, she handed over the gum. “One envelope done and one left. Hope I will be home before 1.”She looked at the clock. Suddenly something caught her eye .Vrooom!! “It can’t be!!” “Ohh my God! So all the thoughts , expectations ,waitings were not in vain! ” She felt a huge adrenalin rush! She heard her heart beats! My God! She is not breathing! the sender of the envelope, on the table towards her left is “ANURAG” ?? “Come on idiot. Call him. He is done with his envelope! He is leaving .AAAAAAA!!!!!!!” “ Errrr...My gum??” She finally managed! “Oh sorry . I forgot.” He kept the envelope on the table and handed over the gum . And the ernvelope reads “if not delivered please return to – ANURAG DUTTA”!!!!

P.S this is my first story to get published in BL..:)

Some Thinking!

I had always come across politics as a mean of earning affluence and personal enrichment. But after reading Benazir Bhutto’s autobiography, watching Jaswant Singh’s interview, reading about Suu Kyi ; politics is taking different turns and its meanings is in the verge of change. Benazir Bhutto became the prime minister of Pakistan at the age of 35 to become one of the youngest executives of the World and first lady ruler of a Muslim country. This lady tolerated so much pain , that too after coming from one of the oldest and richest family of that country. Its very painful to think about her years of detention after imagining her as the bright president of London debate society in Oxford ,debating and impressing her way out. Life has taken such a twist for her. Throughout the book I was wondering from where she gathered such courage and vigour? What gives her so much strength to spend her golden twenties in jail leaving behind a luxurious life that too alone. Is it the hatred towards Zia? Is it the feeling of revenge? She answered my question towards the end of her book. She said “hatred cant drive people for so long, its the concern for a better tomorrow that’s driving her through her days”. I found her statement a little hard to digest because of my prejudiced thinking. I took the reason to be either her never ending love for her father and the feeling of revenge towards Zia. But after few days I came across some information about Suu Kyi. This lady got some striking similarities with Benazir Bhutto apart from sharing birthdays in the same month ( Suu Kyi 19 th June and Benazir Bhutto 21 st June). The years of detention, the pain, the eagerness for democracy and the genuine concern for the people of the land are some strings that attach them together in two different lands. Suu Kyi was not driven by any hatred. It is the genuine concern for the people that drives her and gives her strength to survive the years of detention and yet, keep alive the fire of hope within. The other day watching Jaswant Singh ji’s press conference was another good experience. A visibly emotional and shaken Jaswant Singh’s very diplomatic speech conveyed me that this person bore deep wound in his heart. His eyes, his too patient behaviour, his carefully choosen speech bore testimony to the fact that he enjoyed politics and got a mission and vision. All these things compelled me to give a new perspective to my views on politics. Mein Kampf is my new destination. Let’s see how the book effects me after years of postering negative opinion about politics.
ZINDAGI MIGZARA!!!