The Golden Temple by Raj Kiran Atagaraha (Book Review: 3.5*/5) !!!

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As all of you must have noticed in my reviews and posts since the lockdown has begun that most of them are religion or spirituality-oriented stuffs. I suddenly realized the power in the message that the religious texts provide us when I started reading them. Only through that, I was able to get into spirituality deeper and understand the meaning behind it. It was always an aspiration to know everything I can about my religion i.e. Sanatan Dharma or Hinduism and then gradually move towards other religions too and know about the messaging in them.

 

Sikhism is one such religion I have always wanted to read and know about. This happened after I saw an interview of Taapsee Pannu in which she mentioned that this is one of the most modern religion to be found which incorporates the good philosophy taken from other religions too. Knowing about the open-mindedness in the foundation of Sikhism, I got little intrigued about it and who knew that rather than I going towards it, a book on Sikhism will itself come to me by chance. I am talking about the book named “The Golden Temple” written by Raj Kiran Atagaraha. The cover page has a very beautiful picture of the very famous- The Golden Temple from Amritsar. The book is of around 130-odd pages which has been published by Bigfoot Publications and can be completed within a half day itself.

 

Talking about the writing style of the author, I must say that he has ensured that everyone who has even begun reading even if they are in school can find reading this one easy. On Amazon, you will find the reading group of this book as 12 years old + and it is written exactly like that. It is a very light read and meant for beginners as well as people who would like to know about Sikhism and the philosophies behind it. I am glad that author didn’t focus only on the love story of Raj and Geet but very intelligently, embeds the religion and its multiple references into the story. I can say that the love story isn’t very unique but the way author brings his emotions towards a sacred place and how it can change someone’s outlook towards life and future plays a big role in making this book find a special place in your large bookshelf.

 

The main focus of the book is solely on the two main protagonists who are going through a phase of getting closer to each other but get separated suddenly only to bring them back together for a bigger purpose. The characterization of both of them is fine where you are able to understand their personalities. The conversations between them derive the pleasure they experience when they are able to communicate with each other and also the excitement of how it will take their relationship ahead in the future. The teenagers will love reading this part. I remembered the chic-lit books I enjoyed reading when I got into reading a decade back through this love story – as even I was in college then and had crushes over beautiful girls in my campus. Haha!

 

I liked how author inserted the information and details about Golden Temple in the book as it didn’t sound like a Wikipedia page but exactly as to how a person would tell about this beautiful religious place to another person. The innocence and devotion of the author towards the temple is evident in each and every sentence which speaks about the temple. Later, in the 2^nd half of the book, I liked the detailing mentioned by the author about all the Gurus who kept making effort in making Sikhism a religion which ends up teaching only love, forgiveness, goodwill, truth, compassion, contentment, humility and other good qualities to the human beings. Raj also elaborates on the lifestyle changes a person who calls himself a Sikh should follow which can lead the person towards attaining salvation and unite with God.

 

Author discusses many terms of Sikhism such as langar, Ardas, Sevak, Ik-Onkar, Mool-mantra, Khalsa-Panth, Parikarma, Gurbani, Anand Karaj etc. This really helped me understand the basic concepts of Sikhism very well and it has made me enough confident of entering any Gurudwara in future and communicating with all my Sikh brothers. I have generally read books on religion either in non-fiction format or in fictional format which enhances one of the major characters of the religion. This is the first time when I have read a book that talks about a religion embedded into a love story. So, kudos to the author for taking this approach to talk about his love and devotion towards Sikhism. I also liked how author covered the controversial aspects related to the Golden Temple in the story which is very necessary to understand the angst some people in Sikh community has towards other religion.

 

Now, talking about the drawbacks, I must say that there are certain grammatical errors in the book which I believe can be corrected in the next editions. Secondly, the Sikh terms used in the book are marked in italic- author could have also mentioned all of them in a glossary either in the beginning or the end of the book along with its meaning for the readers to go through it at any time. Thirdly, the blooming love between both the characters is written in quite a plain manner whereas author could have done a lot of things with it considering the inter-caste/religion marriage angle in the story. Lastly, I believe – author couldn’t bond both the plots – love and religion strongly with each other. He either talks about religion or the love angle at one point of time. This could have been handled in such a way that both the thing could have sounded like a single story itself and not two separate plots.

 

Overall, this is a light read which will satisfy even the romance lovers and the people like me who loves to read about religion, spirituality and philosophy. I give this book 3.5 stars out of 5.

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Hamari Adhuri Kahani- PART 2!!! (Short Story)

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  Next day, after class, I asked her to come with me to a shopping mall. She agreed. We sat in the Food Court and talked for half an hour. Finally I held her right hand which looked so beautiful that I had my eyes every time she made hand gestures while talking. I never tried touching her with any dirty intentions but it was all with pure love and compassion. She again tried to take her hand away but I made sure that my force was enough stronger to not let her go away from me. I saw change in her expressions and it wasn't very nice. 

         I composed myself and said,"Komal, I do not know what you think of me but every time I have your hand in mine, I don't feel like leaving them. I am not sure if you believe in love at first sight but I have experienced it. I fell for you the moment I saw you entering in the classroom for the first time 3 months ago. Since then, each meeting with you has been scribbled in my personal diary with a poem on each occasion. I want to tell you that I love you with all the purity and no power or greed can ever reduce even a bit of what I feel for you. I promise you that in every circumstances I shall be with you. I love you and I want to hear your final words for me."

          She was stunned. After I ended up speaking, she took some seconds to react. Suddenly, anger conquered her whole body language. She released her hand from mine and slapped me hard. Few people started looking towards us. I was embarrassed but not lost. She started walking away. I followed her. She was walking away in speed and didn't want to see me again. After we were out of mall, I again held her hand and stopped her. She shouted,"Do you have brains? Haven't you seen the bindi on my forehead, the mangal sutra in my neck and engagement ring in my finger? I am married. Just because I saw you as a friend and genuine person who is interested only in career, I spent time with you. I sometimes realized that you were trying to come close but I thought may be you see me as a friend so end up doing those silly things. Never knew that holding the hand and constantly looking at me was part of your dirty plan to come to this one day. And remember one thing, if next time I find you coming close to me, or even stalking me, I will take you to police station." 

          Saying this she took an auto and left. It started raining. I fell on my knees and started crying madly. The punishment I was given was for being innocent, for being truthful, for being respectful in love. I never noticed all those identities she carried of being married. I was naive. How will I ever be able to forget her? How will I ever be able to forget the touch of her hands. The beauty that she carried with her brought happiness in my life every day. How will I fill the void created by her sudden disappearance from my life? 

           Suddenly, I saw a boy trying to save his books from getting wet in rain. After managing to save his books, the smile that he carried with him was exactly the smile I had when I found that the tools taught to us in class were understandable to me. I got some strength. I felt confident all of a sudden. I took the decision of forgetting her. I stood up. I wiped my tears. I took off my shirt and celebrated the rain as if it was the first rain of my life. People started laughing thinking me a psycho who does not have any respect. And my life changed after that. Though we sat for one more week in the same class room I never looked at her. I was given a small token of appreciation with a golden-colored medal on the last day for being the best student in the classes since the course began. I saw even her clapping with all the 25 students. Though her eyes were low but I knew that she meant it.

          I do not blame her. She is married. She was in a bigger commitment. If she would have agreed to my proposal and later on, I would have come to know that I was an extra man in her life, I would have got more annoyed. Also, if she could have broken that ultimate relationship, she could have broken even ours any time. Now I am happy that I loved someone who respects love as much as me. Tomorrow is my engagement with a girl who has none of the features I see in my dream girl which Komal had, but I wish only one feature in her- Commitment. The same commitment Komal had for her husband. I need just that. Now I understand that conquering that particular person isn't important in life but having any person in your life is important who sees his/her life in you. Who wants to stay with you even when you aren't deserving. That is Love. That is Love Beyond Boundaries. A class that I never wanted to join taught me the biggest lesson of my life. Learning those tools and having the certificate of excellence is what I believe are the secondary lessons I learnt. :-) 

P.S.: I have written this story for the people who fall in love with some married person and lose their heart after finding them committed in almost unbreakable relationship. There's more to LOVE than LOVING that ONE particular PERSON. Yes :-) But you have to accept this truth as a lesson in your life. :-)

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Hamari Adhuri Kahani- PART 1!!! (Short Story)

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      It was the first day of my class. I was in engineering. I didn't want to join any class but my cousins insisted and even told my father about the career growth once people learnt those mechanical tools through which machinery drawings can be easily crafted, drawn and referred. I was not even interested in Mechanical branch which I had to opt as I couldn't get admission in Electronics and here, I was being put into something that was an add-on in a resume for people aspiring to be Mechanical Engineers. Huh! Well, that's the case with 80% Indian students that they are admitted into something which they don't have interest in. 

   

          I was sitting in the class and observing everyone who entered. It was the month of May. The scorching heat in Mumbai made everyone enter rubbing their forehead and neck with their handkerchief. The classroom was air-conditioned and I had reached 15 minutes ago and therefore, I was totally fine now. Finally, our teacher entered and everyone settled down quickly keeping their bottles in side their bag and hankies in their pockets. The teacher started with everyone's introduction. There were 24 of us already in class. While introduction was going on, I heard a sweet voice trying to be loud,"Excuse me, mam. May I come in?" Teacher allowed her. 

          While she was walking towards the empty seat which was just ahead of me, I got lost in her eyes. I had not seen such a beautiful girl with the kind of pink lips and big eyes with long dark lashes I had always desired in someone with whom I could fall in love with. Before I could have realized, I was fallen in love at first sight. She sat in front of me and I was glaring at her dancing ear-rings. Now it was her turn to introduce herself. She stood and told about herself. I was not able to see her face but the voice took me to a world full of peacocks, birds and nightingales. While I was still dreaming of her even when she stood just 2 feet away from me, I heard people laughing loudly. I came out of my reverie and realized that it was my turn to introduce myself while I was busy comparing my dream girl with birds. I introduced myself and saw at her after I was done with it. She had a smile on her face.

           2 weeks later, I got a chance to sit besides her in the lab. She got some problem and asked me to help her. While I was moving my hands towards her keyboard, her hands brushed against mine and it was enough to break my concentration. I was seeing her face's reflection on monitor's screen and more than the software, I was dragging the mouse on her eyes, lips and cheeks. She said,"Hey, do it fast before mam comes". I smiled and executed the steps perfectly and did the job of 10 minutes in just 2 minutes. She was impressed. It was all over her face. Putting up all my courage, I finally spoke my first sentence,"What's your name?". 

       She laughed and said,"Oh Yes, I remember. You were lost in your own world when the introduction was going on. My name is Komal." 

        "Nice name", I said. 

        She smiled. "By the way you are very intelligent it seems. You end up doing these complicated stuffs before anyone in the class." 

        I said,"Nothing like that. It's just that I have no other option than doing this". 

        Our teacher came and asked us to leave if we had finished our work. As I had done her task too, only both of us were eligible to leave. We walked together. On the roadside, I saw a momos stall and asked her if she would like to have some. I hesitatingly said it as I knew she would leave after 2 minutes and I wanted to rejoice this moment with her a little more. She smiled and nodded positively. My heart beat increased. This was the first time when I was going to spend time with her informally after classes. And fortunately on the first day of my conversation with her. 

          I ordered 2 plates of momos. While she was eating, I was just concentrating on her. I shared a lot of things about me and how I landed up in the classes and everything. She was quite reserved and didn't open much. Even I didn't dare to ask much as I was afraid she might hate my interference in her personal life. After this day, we often spent time together in lab and also began sitting together in theory sessions. After classes, we would walk together up to the bus stand and often have road side chaat and pani-puri. 

           It was 3 months now and my love for her had become desperate. I remember a moment when she held my hand while crossing the road. I had held it little more tighter to cherish the moment. There had been occasions when we shared the same umbrella as the monsoon had arrived in our city. On several occasions, I tried holding her hand as I felt that she is comfortable with me but she used to shrug it off. I was often confused what actually she thinks of me. She never replied to my messages after we reached our respective homes. When I used to ask her reasons, she would say she doesn't like to be with her mobile all the time. Finally, I thought I would say her what I always wanted to. The session was in its last week and I wanted to seal her in my life before the class ends.

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Tu Jo Hai Toh Main Hoon- PART 2!!! (Short Story)

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       I joined my company from next week and started performing like I never did. I was given a project and I worked upon it till almost every person in the office left. The office had no more than 9 employees but I had nothing to do with it. I was delighted to have a company for my internship and that's all I wanted. That evening, I was not the only one who got selected as an Intern but even that girl who took away my heart in the first look itself. Lately, she joined the same project as mine and we started working for hours together and one day, I told her about my love for her. She readily agreed and we often kissed and pressed each other once everyone left office in the evening. She lived just 100 meters from office hence staying up till late hours was never an issue. I was happy that the company not only gave me a confidence that I can take a job on my skills and talent but also gave me a lovely girl with whom I felt I had world with me. 

             One day, Deepika and I went to Pizza Hut. Yes, her name was Deepika. She proposed me marriage while we waited for our pizzas to arrive. I was surprised and shocked. I regained my conscious and readily agreed to the offer. I asked my mother if she would like to meet her. She agreed. Both of them met each other and got so well mixed up that it didn't seem as if they met for the first time. Later on, I dropped her home. As I started coming even after my father came at home, I never got chance to talk to him. I wanted to show him that I worked more than him and with better dedication. My mother told me that my father was proud of me but still I didn't restrict my unwanted ego to come in between and patch up with my father and lead a complete family life thereafter. My mother asked me to tell about Deepika to my father as he should know about a big decision that I had taken. I finally told him one Sunday when both of us were at home. Happily, he gifted me two rings in the evening. He asked me to wear one while give another one to Deepika from my father's side. This incident did something to me and I decided that the day I would get my Final Experience Letter from the office after completing the project, I shall give it in my father's hand first and bridge all the distances with him.

            The project was almost done and I started preparing for the documentation. Unexpectedly, the date for the Final Presentation came and it was just after 7 days. I showed my whole project to the guide and he was very happy to see the kind of work I had done in just 4 months which other students couldn't do even in time frame of 6 months. I went back to my office with happy mind and asked if I could get an Experience Letter. They told me that I shall be getting it only on the day of my Final Presentation. I was shocked. But luckily, my batch had its presentation in 2nd half of the day. On the final day, I went to the company and took my Experience Letter. I was the proudest man at that moment. I wanted to show it to my father and tell him that I was no less than him and still a better person than him. But the Presentation was to be given before massaging my ego and making it more stronger.

             At the Presentation, 2 externals, 8 teaching staffs and 80 classmates were sitting in front of me. I started presenting my website to them. Not even one question was countered back instead I was given a round of applause when I clicked on the last slide which said THANK YOU. I became very emotional and thanked my guide in the end. The external announced in front of everyone that I am going to be the first student in University to score 100% in Final Project as they didn't think that I deserved anything less than perfection. They even took the back-up of my project to show it to the Chancellor of University. While I was unplugging my laptop from projector after all the wonderful comments that I received, I got a call. My father had met with a car accident and was admitted in ICU. I was shocked and broken. I packed my bag and ran towards Fortis.

              I saw my mother and Deepika sitting together and consoling each other. I saw my father from a glass window. He was breathing with support of nebulizer. The man whose personality impressed youngsters of India who wanted to become like him was lying down in such a helpless position. I hugged my mother and cried for half an hour. After I regained myself, I saw Mr. Mehra standing near us. I was shocked. He was the Director of our firm from where I did my Internship. I asked him what was he doing here. He looked towards my mother and after my mother's affirmative nod told me that he isn't founder or director of any firm but a casual employee at my father's organization. And he began telling me a truth that made me realize how small and selfish I am.

             When my father saw that I was almost in depression because of not finding any placement for internship, he thought of doing something for me. He knew that I won't take his help so he planned otherwise. He rented an office at Colaba, far away from our place so that I never doubt. He renovated the whole place within 10 days. Then, he asked Mr. Mehra to act as a Director and Founder of the firm whereas asked him to take few people from my father's firm to act as employees. Mr. Mehra choose 9 guys from IT department and asked them to continue their work from this new office and instructed them to never reveal their company's name in front of me. My father also asked Mr. Mehra to assign me the best project that the company has. And I was given a website to create for a Construction company. That was none other than my father's company only but the name was never disclosed to me. Having a little knowledge about my father's company, it became easier for me to build that project using my brains.  Mr. Mehra also told me that my father was paying Rs. 2 lakh per month as rent for that office. 

             I was sitting down on a bench in shock after listening to all of this. Then Deepika started speaking. She told me that as I know how my father had planned every thing since my birth itself, he had also fixed with his friend of Finance company where he worked before opening his own organization that he will marry me with his daughter. And therefore, Deepika was purposefully plotted at the new office as the only intern with me and given the same project to work upon. I fell for her and when I proposed her, my mother came to know even before me. And therefore, my parents didn't show the kind of astonishment I was expecting. They asked Deepika  to propose me for marriage as soon as possible before my mind changes for her. She did the same to which I readily agreed. And with her parents' permission, my father gave me the two rings which was a way of telling me that I'm engaged with her and I do not need to search for any other girl. 

               I was moved. All these weeks, I was thinking that I am about to challenge my father and tell him how big I have become and how soon am I going to overtake him in life whereas I was working in a company formed by him to employ me. I was loving a girl selected by him for me. I was working on a project that was to be implemented for his company. I was no one but a man who was nothing without my father. I started connecting the dots and the new-found respect for my father developed instantly. I wanted to hug him immediately. I saw doctor coming towards us and asked any one of us to meet him. My father was out of danger. I was taken inside. Both of us saw each other. The helplessness and pain in his eyes made me die at the moment. I was seeing my father in such condition but couldn't do anything except looking at him. I bent down, wiped his tears and hugged him. Both of us cried like never before. I felt his right hand on my head and I cried more and more and more. I whispered in his ears,"Papa, I can never become like you. You are my idol and will always remain to be". And then we cried more. From corner of my right eye, I saw my mother weeping more than us and Deepika holding her shoulders trying to console her. 

             That was the day when I not only got my father back but a new family where Deepika was a sweet addition to it. My father was advised for an year bed rest while I took his place in his firm and guess what the latest headline in the newspapers after 2 years said,"The turnover of RAJPUT BUILDERS have increased by 200% since the son have stepped into father's shoes".

                       !!!THE END!!!!

           

P.S.: I was searching for my Internship when I faced some impossible challenges and almost lost my confidence and belief. This story stuck me then. I was thinking what if something could have happened of this sort with me. But it took me time to finally write this story and share it with my readers. Hope you liked my attempt at fiction after almost 2 years. :-) 

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Tu Jo Hai Toh Main Hoon- PART 1!!! (Short Story)

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      I remember the last time I talked with my father with love and affection was sometimes when I was in 5th std. He was my hero then. I loved having him around me because his personality made me feel superior among my friends. I often asked him what should I do to look, walk and talk like him once I grow up. He always smiled, kissed me on my cheeks and said that I am already perfect and I do not have to change anything to get any better. We used to play cricket, watch movies and even wake and sleep together. That was how he used to treat me. He always told his friends that he was blessed to have me. He used to say that I was the kind of child he always imagined to be a father of. He was proud of my beautiful face when I took birth. He was proud of my voice and fluency when I grew enough old to recite poems. He was proud of the way I ran and always secured first position. He was fond of me and I was fond of him even without knowing how big or small he was professionally as I was too small to understand who he was. 
     

             Well, he was Vice President of India's biggest banking industry. 

             I had sweet relation with my mother and I always loved sharing every small and big things with her. But I wasn't proud of her personality because her shoulders were always drooped low and she never looked confident. Yes, she was beautiful but she never lived like she could have. We had big home, big car and almost everything that people in India crave and dream but still something remained missing in her. I never understood the reason of her way of living until I saw my father hitting her one day for a small mistake she made. Well, the mistake being her forgetfulness to remind him that he wasn't carrying his purse while going to office. I was in 5th std itself but enough matured to understand that my father considered my mother nothing more than a servant who was there only to keep house clean and take his care. He wasn't even responsible for remembering to pick up his purse before leaving the home as he considered my mother to do almost everything for him. I shouted at him and said that I'll never talk to him. Since then our relationship was never same as before but he never talked badly with my mother again. I was enough happy for this than anything in this world.

             Years passed and I grew up. Many relatives and uncles-aunties used to ask what have I decided to do once I stand up on my feet. I told them that I wanted to do job. My father had turned into a businessman by then. Yes! It was always his dream that he would earn by 45 years of age and then create something of his own and run an industry. In few years itself, he was considered one of the bests in his new field. Being from a banking industry, he managed to learn everything about construction and real-estates and started taking assignments for creating big towers and skyscrapers. Later on, he even started trading and most of his business came from cities like Dubai, Paris etc. All our family friends used to call me an idiot for choosing to struggle than handling and learning business from my father and taking up the responsibility of pushing company up to touch more landmarks and successes. But I had decided that I have to carve out my own way rather than giving myself to a father with whom I only shared strained relationship for almost a decade.

              I had joined MCA after completing my B.Com. with average marks. I had understood that accounts and finance isn't my thing after doing B.Com. even though my father was a champion in it. I had often seen my father on news channels talking related to businesses, finance, stock market etc. It made me proud of him but I never expressed the way I used to. That urged me to try learning the same in graduation and be a BETTER HIM but seeing myself struggling with every small and big subjects, I understood that Finance wasn't for me. I had seen few of my friends developing applications and games all by themselves and I thought of getting into IT. Therefore, I joined MCA even though my father insisted me to do another graduation in Computer, take up a job for an year or so and then join the Masters but I was adamant. 

              5 semesters passed successfully. I was enough confident all the time that whenever companies would come in my college, I would definitely get placed because of my personality. I had inherited all the great traits from my father and looked as perfect as him. Many girls wanted to get hitched with me but I had my distance maintained. I never liked indulging in such activities because until and unless my heart do not commit for a long-lasting relationship, I do not want myself to get into any casual affair as such. My father had planned many things for me right from education to business to marriage but I broke all his dreams by choosing unpredictable

road. So by the time 5th semester ended and I found myself unplaced, I started feeling too inferior to even look into my eyes with same intensity and belief. I was broken. 

            My father knew everything about my regular failures at interviews. He even offered me to join his firm but I asked him for at least 2 years to let me try every way to create myself. He obliged. He never participated in any arguments with me because he knew that somewhere I hated him for giving my mother a painful life for almost first 12-13 years of marriage until I debarred him. Even my mother requested enough times to agree to my father's offer but I told her not to worry. The relation between my parents had improved since then and they often talked with each other and I also saw them sleeping in each other's arms several times. But I do not know why an angst in me didn't let me forgive my father even when I wanted to love him and make him feel world's best dad but I was punishing him for I do not know what. At the same time, I was also feeling guilty of not listening to him and directly doing Masters in Computer without a Bachelor degree in the same. 

              One morning, I woke up to stay at home all day as I didn't have any scheduled interview. It was already first week of March and I was having no company in my hands. Only 5 pupils in my class remained unplaced among 80 of us. It was very humiliating but then that was my fate. It was the last chance given to me by the teachers and I had decided that after 2 days, I shall get an offer letter signed by my father's company and show it in college. I had an amazing breakfast prepared by my mother. I went to my bedroom, turned on my laptop, logged into my Gmail and found an interview call-letter scheduled for the same afternoon. I got ready in my formals and ran towards Colaba for the scheduled interview. I saw 7 more people sitting in the line. I got nervous once again. I even found my legs shivering. It was the last chance and I didn't want to fail this time. 

              Out of all the candidates sitting, I liked a girl a lot. It was the first time when I wanted to approach a girl and strike a conversation. You can say it was kind of love-at-first-sight. But then I had to get back to revising the basic terms in IT that is asked in almost every interview. Finally I was called in after 4 boys. My interview went for 45 minutes where I was attacked with many logical and technical questions but being proficient in them, I managed to solve many puzzles put in front of me. I was asked to wait for an HR interview. I cleared even that with ease. The person got very impressed knowing that son of India's one of the top businessmen is trying to carve his own way in life. After making me wait for almost 2 hours, I was given an OFFER LETTER at 7 PM in evening. I couldn't believe that I was placed in this company which was interested in giving chance to Freshers though being a new and small-scale firm. Well, 90% of IT firms are small-scale only. 

             Dying in Mumbai's crowd, I reached home by local train. I ran towards my mom and placed Offer Letter in her hands and touched her feet. She smiled seeing my happiness and brought sweets and fed me with her hands. She said she had already brought it once I left home as she was confident about my success. I hugged her and told her how much I love her. My father came by 10 PM which was his usual time because of his workaholic attitude. I didn't share the happiness with him. In fact, my mother told him about me while we were having dinner. He stood up and asked me to hug him. Some how, heartlessly and undesirably, I hugged him. The warmth that I felt after so many years made me emotional but I pulled myself back within 3 seconds and touched his feet and went back to complete my dinner. I do not know why but I wanted to show him that I was superior than him. Therefore I wanted to build a career on my own and earn more than him and tell him that he didn't need to humiliate his better half just because world outside called him a Star. 

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Jitna Mila Kaafi Hai.. Zinda Hoon Yaar, Kaafi Hai (Fiction Story)!!!

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 "Office was always beautiful. My parents kept saying me that no one among their contacts have as beautiful job as mine. They knew my hard work that I was putting in my job to get to the highest position that was always my dream since childhood- To be at the top when I would be working in some organization. I never wanted lots of money but I was passionate about a status, position and respect. Today when I move out of my office, and the way my colleagues and employees stand up to pay respect, I feel proud of what I have achieved. Now, when I read in newspapers that my organization is the least affected one even in recession and the reason is I, I kiss the newspaper. People sometimes see me doing that but I don't shy. I want them to believe that I am as much a person as them. I am not a celebrity nor am I some God's person that I have been blessed with multiple talents and skills. All is by hard-work which is possible even by them. It has been 5 years in this organization while I have lived for just 29 years on this planet. And I am already a CEO. :-)"

           This was my diary entry some years ago. Now I would like to tell you what happened after it. Suddenly the newspaper had its headline that the youngest CEO of India is in love with a junior employee of his organization. Initially, I was angry and I wanted to sue the journalist for writing without any proof. But then I thought,"Is this news fake? Am I not in love with her? Have not we spend some moments that could be said as one of those which states that we are in relationship?" And answers to all of them have been a strict YES. But why was I hiding it from the media? The media knew that I always supported couples in my organization. Whenever any of the 2 partners used to meet me and ask to keep them in the same department or branch, I used to do it. Whenever a new employee was recruited and he/she used to recommend their partners and if they were of potential, I made them a part of my team. But then why was I hiding this?

           Because Arti never wanted my name to get spoiled in the world that saw me as their inspiration. A magazine quoted that after Ratan Tata, people admire me the most when it comes to business and success-story. A huge responsibility on the shoulders. I never saw her as the junior employee of the organization, I always saw her as someone whom I love, someone for whom I could fight against world, someone who comes in my mind every time I see a historic place, a monument, a World Tour advertisement and a new movie trailer. I already plan the whole scenario of what it would be if both of us will spend some times together experiencing them. But she says No each time I ask her to comply with me and participate in love. She says that she isn't this deserving. I hate her for saying it but she never stops doing this. 

            Finally, one day, I insisted a lot and she got ready to marry. I was so scared about her decision getting changed that then and there, I drove for 5 minutes, reached the Lord Shiva temple near our place and got married. After the marriage, I bought her home and told my mother about the whole case. She was angry at first but within 8 hours she accepted her daughter-in-law and gave her all the jewelries that she kept designing and composing for her bahu. She also placed numerous sarees in front of her and said that she is accepted in the family. I called the media and in a press conference, I spoke proudly about my sudden marriage and my wife. Media for the first time behaved properly and respected my love and didn't bring useless factors in between while discussing our marriage. Later on, each and every employee of my organization was invited to the city's best restaurant and it is said to be the Grandest Wedding Treat in the history of the city. 

             After some days, after a very cozy moment, she started apologizing. I asked her not to but she kept crying. I asked her and she told me about the affair she had with one of her college mate and the extent to which both of them were into. I wasn't surprised as she always discussed about this with me even when I was the CEO of the company. And these were some of the reasons why I started falling for her. I loved the way she conducted herself in life. Though she was affected with so many things around, she knew that she had to perform good at work and at home, for her family. But even after I accepted her past, she kept crying. And then she said,"I still love him. I got a call yesterday and I want to go back to him." It was then that the earth shattered for me. I asked her why didn't she say it earlier. And she replied with a very calm tone,"I always said that I didn't deserve you. I didn't even say that I love you. It was you who kept insisting me to love you. May be you didn't know that one cannot enforce someone for love, only win someone."

           In that moment, I realized that I was a loser. For the world, I was No.2 CEO in the current India that was falling apart. For the youth of my country, I was an inspiration. For the aspirants, I was a success story. For my mother, I was the perfect son. For my father, I was the most suitable successor he could have got. For my friends, I was the most respected person. But in my own world, for the person I love, I was just a stalker in the disguise of a gentleman. I can assure that she never did this to me for money or property that I owned. But it was actually me who kept insisting her to love. I asked her if she needed a divorce. I had no other option. She said,"Only if you promise that you won't hurt yourself." Even I wasn't aware of what the coming days had in destiny for me but I assured her. The next day, I took an immediate leave from the work and went on for the journey to leave her with the person she loved.

            I saw them hugging each other. I saw the boy laughing at me. While I was leaving, she didn't even look back at me while her complete man called me by my first name and said,"Next time when you are in love, wait. Wait for the person to love you. Don't try to dominate the mind of the person. Because you can always dominate the mind but never the heart." This wasn't said in sympathy or as a friend but in a very demeaning gesture and accent full of sarcasm. I had nothing to say. It's obvious that he can never know but I knew that I had no strength and will to love anyone else again. He didn't know that the girl who had him in her heart is the one who'll always remain in my heart. He didn't know that he can never love her the way I do. He didn't know that all the moment he had with her can never match with what I would have given her. And she... She didn't know that my last breathe would be for her no matter how much my life would have been progressed by then.

           It is 10 years since I saw her for the last time. Today, I opened my diary after seeing the news channels. Now they don't have me anymore in their headlines because I am no more the CEO of my company. I have no more targets to achieve in life. Because after achieving everything, I lost that one person misapprehending that I have won her. I have either lost a match or won it, but I have never lost anything after winning it. She was the only one. And as I lost her, I lost the life that I won in just 29 years of age. In the news, the headlines screamed,"The divorced wife of CEO Mr. Akhilesh Chauhan has filed a complaint against her present husband for physical abuse and violence". This is what she chose for herself. With it, she also chose the life that I had to live after her. I have nothing worst to see in life now. My parents are no more. I have no family as I never married. I could have never done justice with the girl whom i would have married again hence I took an oath of not marrying ever. I have no targets left to achieve as I have already won everything and lost in the race of life. Today, I quit. I quit with an expectation that in the heaven, I shall meet her once again. And if I am God's child as media and people kept saying some years ago, she would be mine in that parallel beautiful world. 

*And he jumps off from his own Duplex that was his dream to own since he graduated. It stands at 61st Floor- the top floor of the tallest building of the city*

P.S.: It's a complete work of Fiction. A sad story indeed. But a good news too. Today, in the heaven, Mr. Akhilesh Chauhan and his love is together while her 2nd husband is burning in hell. :-)

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 ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU!!!

LOVE! Something Above It- That's MY FEELING!!!

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  Love is an eternal feeling, I know. All of us fall in love at least once in our life. Even the Burkha-clad girls who are kept all their life in a bedroom knows what love is and prays God that their Prince Charming will come the day they'll be ready for marriage. Even a child before his birth starts loving his mother. Well, I am not talking about the love and devotion that the parent-child share. I am talking about the one that all of us crave for. Does the wait for love ever ends? Yes, it ends. Not with the person whom we want but with the person who's suitable for us. They may be the same person but generally they aren't. I have always talked against love because it gives pain, either regularly, occasionally or all at once, in the end. 99% of the love stories have sad-ending. I don't want any more stories in my life that ends with tears and regrets hence I always prefer to be away from what we often call- Love.

             But what when you get into a relationship with someone that's above Love. I don't have the word for it. The person with whom I have this feeling for asked me,"You always said that you don't love me then why often do you keep saying that you love me". Because no writer, no creator, no grammar naazi, no literature master ever went into the intensity of this feeling to which he could have named something. There's friendship. There's love. There's admiration. There's respect. There's devotion. But there's no name given to this what I am fallen into. I, if some day, will get enough talented and learned, I would give this feeling a word. A word that will let us know what was Sudama's approach for Krishna, Meera's approach for Krishna and Mohammed's approach for Allah. I hope my feeling will have a name. 

            People call it a love affair while other call it a relationship with benefits while some may call it Many-Nights-Stand. But will I ever be able to clarify what my heart has named the relationship as? No. Will I ever go to defend myself? No. This feeling shall remain in heart forever. Only with the last breathe, when my soul will leave the body will this feeling go away from me. But till I am alive and a part of this world, this shall stay with me. I never say that love happens with just a person. It can happen with two at a time while with many at different times in our life but whenever it is, it gives a meaning to life. Some die for it, some cry for it and some like me, try for it. Some gets successful, some fails, some gets defamed while some become Shah Jahaan.. A person like me never gets accolade but live all his life in loving an eternal person with a beautiful body and a confused mind.

            No. Saying it in front of the world is not easy. Love in my nation, my country, my society and my Ayodhya is not so easy. Love here is a taboo and will remain to be. Only if I could have owned the person and the person would have had the same feeling for me, everything would have been easy. Really? No. Then there comes a segment where the partner is being judged with qualifications, beauty, money, past etc. You are hurled with questions and you get tired of answering. I will not but I will never be able to break the heart of those who are my creators. But I can fight till late. I can fight till I have inner power and belief and hope. I will not run away from society to conquer what is mine but I will invite society in the soul-meeting ceremony. I am not the one who'll hide his angel from the world. For me, it is beautiful. For me, its divine. For me, its mine. :-) 

            May be this birth is not meant for me to love and conquer the person. May be this birth is meant for me to shed tears and wait for the results to come as the mind processes. May be this birth will remain unsuccessful throughout. But the power of my heart which tells me to keep devoting myself to the one who gives me energy, life, smile, substance, meaning, improvement, commitment, company etc, will always stay strong and the same. I have always tried loving many. I have also been able to come close to many. But did I ever had this feeling for anyone? No. This divine feeling is what I think with meditation will make me a bit of what Gautam Buddha is. It will make me a revolutionist if I start telling people what I think of it. But will I ever do this? No. Already the heart beats every minute for the one, already every breathe tells me that all has been achieved, life is in flow, just a leg of the stool is missing, go get that one which is yours but still not with you, and live life with all that you dream to be yours. 

           I always asked people in long distance relationship that how they survive. They gave me many reasons but I never understood them. Today when I find the person near me but yet too far away from me, I realize why being physically away and mentally together is more of a spiritual love than being in each other's arm but yet not together. When I shall look into the eyes, it should reflect me. When I shall hold the hand, it should grab me with more tighter grip. When I shall kiss, I must find myself being the slave and not the master in this act of love. I want the attention. I want the preference. I want the presence of God near me. I find the one as an angel in life and as angels are sent by God, the person is no less than God for me. I don't mind the rumors, I don't mind the rejection, I don't mind the abuses of society and elders. I mind my life and its desires. And the greatest desire is always unaccomplished. The job is to complete the imperfection and get the life that's mine. 

          I don't love the person. My feeling is yet undefined. But I understand it. May be this can keep me away from a permanent partner for a long period of time. I am ready to stay alone. Let this thing make people call me someone who's not lovable. I am ready to be known as loser. But whenever I would get, I will get the one I have the feeling for or someone exactly like the person I have feeling for. Though the latter looks impossible but the former is possible. It's difficult. You can't control the feelings and mindset of another but you can make the one part of your meditation. I hope my concentration will magnetize the whole environment towards me and the person will automatically find only me around the body that is permanent. I don't know whether this feeling will be understood by the one and the people but it shall always remain with me.. Till I live.. Till I die. And Till I Come Back With a Re-Birth. :-)

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 ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU!!!

Tum Hi Ho Bandhu... Sakhaa Tumhi !!!

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            It was one of the many depressing days for Soham who was killing himself from last 15 days continuously. He was still unaware of what his life is going to be at the very next moment but the only thought that he had in his mind was- How can my 18 months of life get screwed so easily? He had many questions in his mind. He was unable to believe that the dreams he had in his mind got converted into something that he didn't even have idea of. He always thought that Life is a Piece of Cake but he never knew that it can be a bit of salt too which can make the whole food tasteless. Soham locked himself in his 2 BHK Flat from last 15 days so that none of his friends can come and sympathize to his ill moment. He kept on crying and weeping continuously. Whenever he went and stood in front of mirror, he found that he is still as he used to be but still the life changed in a moment which turned out to be something that he never ever dreamed about. 

             Soham was in deep love with Disha. At the convocation ceremony of Engineering, when Soham was made to stand on the stage and give a "Send-off speech" as he was good in writing and speaking, he did something incredible and unpredictable in the end. In front of all the faculties, heads and students, he proposed Disha in front of the world. All the classmates were shocked at this behaviour of Soham. Everyone knew that Soham and Disha were best friends but no one ever doubted that Soham might be liking her. Disha was so surprised at the moment that she had her mouth open in an "O" shape. Soham said in the mike seeing this,"Disha, please close your mouth, move your body and let the world know whether I am being accepted at my very first attempt of proposal in life or am I rejected like 100 others who proposes you?" Disha closed her mouth, rubbed her lower lip with her tongue, thought something and gestured Soham to come and hug her. He shouted in the mike,"Hurray" and ran towards her. Disha and Soham hugged each other while all the classmates gathered them and started singing "Celebrations.. Oh Ho Celebrations.. Both friends came together as Couple with attractions" That was the best day of College for everyone at VJTI.

                And then the couple got admitted in the same college for the same course- MBA and the love saga continued. No one ever tried to bitch about the couple as everyone loved both of them and someone or the another used to pass on the message to either Soham or Disha. But, as they reached the last semester, Disha's parents started compelling her to get engaged immediately and married as soon as her semester ends. It was hard for Disha to say NO because her parents promised Raj's parents when Raj and Disha were together in school. But Disha always thought that her parents joked whenever she was asked to meet Raj once in a year since childhood. But the story turned tense when she celebrated Diwali in her vacations and gave her 3rd Semester's examination just after the so-called vacations. Her parents started forcing her to get engaged with Raj. Raj started taking out Disha for dates and trips. She had to tell Soham about this and Soham had nothing else to cry on the phone or end up arguing with her. At last, one day, when Disha got to know that there can be nothing that she can do, she asked Soham to forget her as she does not love him anymore. That was a big BLOW to Soham's life. And since then, he started treating his life as worst as he can.

              After 20 days of torture that he did to himself, he got a call from someone he always wanted to talk to. Disha asked him to meet for the last time at Leopold Cafe as she wanted to meet him for the last time. He dressed up neatly as he wanted his last impression to be better than all the impressions that he created up in her mind in last 18 months. Disha came 15 minutes late to the Cafe with a big plastic bag in her hand. She sat in front of him. He started staring her and tears started rolling off his cheeks. She wiped them off. She said,"Did you see that Book fair?" by pointing at the fair which was set up just across the road. He said,"I can't see anything in this world since the one went away from my life whom I want to see even when I close my eyes". Disha tried to control her emotions. But then she suddenly turned rude and started taking out gifts one after another that Soham gave her in the time span of 1.5 years of their love affair. She asked Soham to keep talking about the moments when these gifts were given to her by him so that their last meeting can turn out to be beautiful. They started laughing and chuckling by remembering all the moments they shared together in last many months. 

             After lots of talk, Disha looked here and there and kissed Soham's earlobe. That was enough to excite Soham like every time. This was the place they always met whenever they celebrated something. And how unfortunate was this that they had to celebrate their last meeting at the same place itself. :-( Soham locked all his fingers into her fingers and moved forward and started kissing Disha's nose, lips, neck, chin, ears and didn't left any Square Centimeter of her face which went ignored. :-) After few seconds of this intimacy, both stood up from their seats and started smooching without thinking of anyone around them. Disha was trying to get more wilder than Soham. It seemed as if she was trying to make most of this last meet. Suddenly someone came and pushed both of them at opposite sides. Soham shivered to see Raj standing with a red furious face which conveyed something that could have made Soham pee at the moment. Raj ignored Soham and looked at Disha and said,"What was going on?" She gave him a confused look that was enough to irritate this NRI guy. He shouted in front of all,"Bloody SLUT" and screamed that he'll never marry a slut and he'll move back to USA next morning itself.

              Soham was still shocked even when he saw that Raj left the Cafe. Disha smiled, came closer to Soham, kept her elbows on his shoulders and asked Soham to hold her waist. Soham was confused to see the smile on Disha's face even when she was claimed to be a Slut by her fiancee in front of all. Finally, she uttered,"I called Raj too to meet me here. And I timed it appropriately so that he comes after half an hour of our meet. When I saw that he was entering the Cafe, I kissed your lobe that was enough to excite you. And whatever happened turned out to be enough. Now, my marriage is being canceled by him and we are in each other's arms once again." Disha gave a wicked and nefarious smile to Soham. And both of them locked their lips once again and started smooching. While Akshata who came with Disha just in case the matter would have turned worst, sat separately at a table quite away from where Disha-Soham sat through out the scene. And now when Soham and Disha were enjoying the same kind of intimacy as they did on their Convocation Ceremony, she made the Cafe play the song,"Celebrations.. Oh Ho.. Celebrations............" and Soham-Disha kept melting into each other's body while others clapped. :)

P.S. As the last Fiction was too intense, it became a responsibility to bring out something lovely and light too. And Yes, as Disha managed to get back to her love by fooling the idiot Raj, we should also try learning some innovative tricks rather than crying over our Lost and Left Love :-)

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 ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU

Jo Bheji Thi Duaa... Woh Jaa Ke Aa Gayi Hai Laut Ke Sadaa !!!

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            I wasn't a very quiet girl in my childhood. I always made it sure that I will drop in wherever someone would be planning something exciting and adventurous. I always had eyes of 25 boys on me because the way I carried out myself in fashionable stuffs was something I was known for in my colony. I always enjoyed the attention. I have forgot even the number of love letters with names and sometimes nameless stuck on the door of my house. While my parents hated all these stuffs happening around me, I enjoyed it. But I never let any boy come closer to me because I was happy with the name that the boys of my colony gave me "Kisi k haath na aane waali item". Whenever any boy used to stalk me by going over the limits, I used to slap him in front of all his buddies and how attitudinal was that! Every girl used to bitch about me whenever I used to be away from them. The boys used to take help of several girls too to let their feelings reach my ears. And the only reply that I gave every girl was,"Tell him to get above my level". Please don't hate me for this. :-)

            I passed my 10th std with 95% and my 12th with 89%. That is enough to introduce myself. I wasn't a bimbo, at least. I had beauty with lots of brain. With the appreciation for my beauty that I kept getting regularly from the boys, uncle-aunties, relatives etc, I made it sure that it does not effect my studies. I always wanted to study and become the Director of any organization that is known for its excellence and determination. Like everyone, even I wanted to have a boyfriend but not on the cost of career, life and time. I wanted to achieve something that the children of my age didn't even think. And therefore, whenever I used to get those proposals, I used to ask boys to get above my level because I wanted to be in relationship with someone whose thoughts and actions would have been greater than me. But I got none till my 12th std and that made me be Single when every Good-looking and ugly girl were enjoying their Committed life with foolish boys throwing money at every shop and restaurant for them. :-) I wasn't even hungry for these kind of entertainment from boys as my father-mother were town's best Doctors who earned millions in a month. I had my own ATM card at the age of 13 and I was never asked about the amount of money that I withdrew every another day. Once, I even withdrew 10,000 rupees while shopping at Bandra but my parents never asked me to CONTROL the expenditures. Why would they? I was their only child. :-)

               I joined BMS in the best college of Mumbai. Everyone around me was very happy. I was the most happiest person in the world as I got a level ahead in my life to reach where I wanted myself to be- DIRECTOR. :-) My parents gifted me the first Mobile Handset of my life. What can you expect more than a Nokia N Series that was the most desirable handset for youths those days. In this college, as soon as I began attending lectures, I got the same attention from boys that I got in my school. But as usual, I kept ignoring them.  Once I was stuck in the Mumbai's great monsoon and this guy from my class helped me to reach home as he took me under his umbrella and helped me get out of that bloody floody(Ok, this Flood is done Floody only for rhyme :-)) road. I thanked him a lot and shared my number with him. We started growing up as good buddies day by day. We chatted through SMSes and I became addicted to it because of the sense of humour he had. After First semester, we even started being together in college in front of all leading to which everyone came to know that we share a very good friendship. But everyone knew that we weren't committed. 

             One day, when we were sitting at CCD Bandra, he took my left hand in his hands and started kissing my fingers. I felt awkward for a moment but then I thought of ignoring it. Then, through out our meeting, he kept my hand in his hand. I was shocked at his gesture. I would not have minded it as first place because its okay to be cozy sometimes but in front of so many people was weird. When I reached home, he text me,"I liked the Nail paint on your long nails and thus, that was a compliment from my side". I smiled. I was so happy to see that I have someone so close to me who can make me feel special and give me the pleasure of being a girl. After that we started getting quite touchy and cozy many-a-times and I was okay with it.

             Now, we were in 4th Semester and I also became friends with half of the class. All the boys and girls became good friends with me because I was always there to pay whenever they wanted to have something extra-ordinary. :-) Because of John, I also became good friends with two of his childhood buddies- Piyush and Vijay. But I always felt uncomfortable with these two. As they used to see my closeness with John, they always tried to touch me. But some boys never know why girls allow only few boys to be close to them. Girls very well know about the intention that the boy's touch has. And whenever John touched me, it felt nice. Whenever he kissed my hands or cheeks in excitement, that was so pure and friendly. But whenever these guys kept their hands on my waist or shoulder for pictures or while walking, I always felt that I am being USED. Just because they were John's childhood buddies, I kept quiet. It happened umpteenth time that Piyush's hands touched my breast and he pretended as if he didn't even know about it. But there was nothing that I could have done.

             One day, John called me at 3 AM while we were having SMS chats as usual. He was very nervous and fearful in the beginning but later on he told me something that made me hate myself as much as possible. He told me that being a girl is very difficult and he got to know this only when he became my friend as he didn't talk to a girl before me. That was very beautiful. But what he told after this was shameful. He told me that he checked Vijay's Laptop that day. He found a folder named "Tanisha touching pics" and it had several pics where either Piyush or Vijay had their hand on my body. Whenever one of them used to touch me, the another one used to click it privately. There were even the pics when we used to stand in queue some times when any one of them used to stand behind me and keep their hands little above from my waist level which almost looked as if they had their hands on the breast level of my body. I was shocked to hear about this. But fortunately, John deleted that folder from their hard disk. I kissed John the next day for helping me from getting into a big trouble. This was more helpful than the one he did on the first day when we met under the ambiance of Mumbai Monsoon. He then told me to be physical friendly with him only when two of us would be together and avoid it in front of the class as people think I'm the one who'll allow any boy to touch herself anywhere because of what Piyush and Vijay kept doing it with me by showing it to other boys too.

              One day, I remembered all the moments when these two bastards used me. I was too sad that I kept quiet and suffered this which is almost a molestation. I hated myself so much that I kept sitting under the shower for 8 whole hours. No one was at home which made it possible for me to act as stupid as possible. I wanted to clean myself. I just wanted to let all those thoughts leave my mind so that I can start loving myself again. It was hard for me to believe that the girl who was known as "Haath na aane waali" was being handled by two boys and kept getting touched almost everywhere. I knew that telling parents was of no use. I thought of something. I called Piyush and Vijay at my home. As soon as they entered my home after 30 minutes of calling them, they hugged me. And as usual, their hands moving on my back was making me hate myself more. I took them to my bedroom and started talking with them. After few minutes both of them came closer to me and started touching me more weirdly than before. I controlled myself. Then they even started kissing my cheeks and neck. I kept silent. I was waiting for the right moment to come. 

            After few minutes, BANG came the sound and watchman of my society came in my bedroom. Both of them got shocked. I cued him to do what I asked him to before few minutes. He didn't. I was shocked. I ran towards the watchman, pulled his gun and shot both the rapists. Just breaking a virginity does not makes one a Rapist, but making her feel uncomfortable by being physical also vindicates them in that category. The watchman ran away to be never to be seen again. After coming out of the shower, I called this watchman at home before calling Piyush and Vijay. I lied and acted and made him believe that I loved him and wanted to run away with him and get married. He agreed. But I told him that there are two boys whom I want to kill before running away with him as they are a threat to us. I told him that I have crores in my account so not to worry about money. But I don't know what made him fear when he came into my bedroom as planned. Whatever!!!

             Today, it has been 5 years since I am in jail. My parents don't get patients anymore  and they have gone weak fighting for my case. The world sees them as parents who gave birth to a girl who is a criminal. The police mislead the case and make it look as if I was enjoying with the boys in my bedroom but later when I saw that they have filmed our intimate moments, I shot them. Police also found those pictures that were saved under the folder "Tanisha touching pics" by recovering all the files through a software. Hence it was proved to the world that I had several such moments with both the boys. John committed suicide the next day after I was shown on several media channels as a girl who killed her two boyfriends because of getting filmed by them. It was hard for him to accept the fact that his best friend was shown in this light to the world. Today, the Criminals are being sympathized for their Death in early age while I, the girl who kept silent for months and kept getting uncomfortable is behind the bars for the whole lifetime and seen as someone who has downgraded the purity of a woman. I have nothing to say but only a message to give to all the young girls in the company of boys:

"Be comfortable with your best male buddies. Let them touch you, kiss you, hold you but only when you feel comfortable about it. The day you start feeling that they do it purposely to enjoy the physical charm of yours, either slap them hard in front of all or abuse them without thinking of the world. Once these dogs will get insulted in front of all, they'll never try to USE you again nor will other boys those who saw you protecting yourself. I still remember the moments when John and I used to get cozy and kissed each other in excitement. That still makes me smile because those were the physical moments with purity, respect and love. But whenever I remember those pictures that these policemen showed me that they found from Piyush and Vijay's laptop, I start banging my head on the walls of this jail. All the policemen keep doing what those two bastards did with me thinking that I am the girl who is fond of physicality. My Life has become Hell in jail. Every proved criminal in the jail celebrates whenever they come to know that their hearing is being extended but I am the only one who is waiting for the court to hang me as soon as possible. I don't want my soul under this skin of body anymore that is a toy for these policemen. If this message of mine gets published in tomorrow's paper as I am going to hand this to my lawyer, and even One Silent Girl will save herself from these bastards, I will be the happiest criminal to be hanged to death anytime. Till then, girls, play safe. Don't let anyone make your BODY a TOY for their lust and inhumanity. Now, I can die in peace."

       This is a Fiction Post but a True Story for many Girls who are still silent. KICK THESE BASTARDS!!!

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ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU