Ek choti si Love Story...:):)

It was about 2 am of a Kota night.I just stepped into Anky's room n BOOM!!!....OMG!! It was a war like situation,n the issue this time was "Crushes....".It was Anky v/s Basav. I had no idea about crushes, so I preferred staying away from it n joined the sincere silent audiences!!As usual Basav had already stated the "Oxford dictionary"meaning n anky was defending the emotional aspect of it.Anky's statements reflected his experience,He was already in a relationship with a lucky Girl!!....It was a pure WAR...heavy shelling,Cross-fires...but thank god no casualties!!!...But i was loving it,I was learning something interesting .Bollywood movies did taught me what "PYAAR" means, but i was ignorant of this Crush thing!!Slowly I started gettin a feel of crush.The word was all around me.And suddenly my mind blinked "Did I ever had a Crush on anyone???"..A tough question it was....Firstly,it was a clear "NO" for me but then my Heart Shouted at me :"Stupid!!! You had one...How can u forget!!"...Now my mind was puzzled n so,it asked from heart itself...:"U only tell me??"...It was a january evening at Desert winter Carnival 2000..!!!....Ohh haan!! I got it:)
Wowww....:)
By Now I was already dwelling in the carnival..A cute 6th standard kid,wearing denim shorts,green T-shirt,Nicely combed Hair,looking inquisitively at the Gadgets on display in the Central Dome..As we covererd the dome region,It was time for my mom's favourite garments section,the section I hated the Most:(:(
But wowww.... this time It was lucky,we were heading towards the "Jhoola"section first..Yayy..I was jubiliant!!Finally,We were there at the Merry Go Round..But I always feared it:(....I said to my dad:"papa!!main ni jhoolunga ispe...:P:(", but then it was his favourite statement :"Cummon Nakul....U r a Brave Boy!!!"....n suddenly i became 40%braver n we were there in the queue...I was looking at the giant wheel,its baskets,people screaming n all...I was feeling Nervous again:(...But still i was gazing at the baskets....I was gazing n gazing n gazing as the queue moved on slowly...Every basket looked the same,full of Screams,scary gestures,frightened faces.......,but number 9 seemed different,It was Special...It was all Blue!! Full of Blue smiles,spreading chuckles around,she was an Angel dressed in Blue...She was MAGIC,that serene face,those loosely flying Hair,that soothing smile.....She was sheer MAGIC n I was spell-bound.....My eyes were following "The Number 9" n the angel within...By then,I had shed all my fear.My mind was all BLUE n I was 100% brave now .Meanwhile,the queue moved on n our turn was about to come..."The number 9" was slowing down n so was SHE...Finally it was our turn to occupy the basket...We were IN n she was OUT like a free spirit...It was all Lifeless out there with no BLUE,no SMILES,nothing..SHE was leaving n so was my bravery ..Suddenly,my basket had a jerk,it started rising..But i was still calm,no screams ,nothing!! My dad was feeling proud on his brave son.But he din’t knew that I was not there,I was LOST!!,Lost in the color blue.Suddenly,I was feeling the air around me.It was not oxygen for sure,it was something else..I was lost!!!..then suddenly,”Nakul,move out..!!!”,my dad called me out.The ride was over n we moved towards my mom’s favourite garments section.But this time I din’t ran away.I was searching for the angel in blue,with my fingers crossed!.But just found lifeless blue around.She had left!

We too were leaving for home now.As we were moving out of the exit gate,I spotted her!!!.She was on a scooty with her mom n they were flying towards the“Bombay Motors Circle..”.I wanted to go behind her,but had no option other than to have a final glimpse of her.I wished I had a camera that timeL...But it was all over now,she had gone.Finally,we were home.I went straight to my room,laid my back on bed n leaned my legs against the wall next to it..I closed my Eyes n I was lost.I wanted to be in that Fairy-Tale.She was so much a charm..”A graceful spirit...”I was revisiting those moments,the moments of my life.In some time,I was asleep owing to those angel dreams.My mom came n scolded me for that stupid up-side down gesture n called me for dinner, but I skipped it.I wanted to be with her,so I pulled up my Rajai n my day was Off!!

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Suddenly, basav shouted..”Abe! Tu kyun Hans rha hai..??”n I was back from flashbacks.I just smiled at him n said:”Bas aise hii..:)J” n moved out of the room.These “Bas Aise hi ..:)J”moments are great.But still the question was alive...”Was that a Crush ?? or something else......??”.I still had no answer to it but by then I knew one thing for sure...”It was something special,A fairy tale of my life...........................:)”.

Even now, when I get a chance to go to that winter carnival,I still look for that “The Number 9” on the merry go round.I wish I had a camera that day. But still I have an image of her in my memory,though its getting glimmer day by day,but the BLUE angel is alive in ME!!

And to be honest,while writing this post,I was feeling as if I was back in those winters of 2000 with that “Bas aise hi..:)J” SMILE...

Seriously!!!These “Bas aise hi..:)J” moments are great.They are the spice of our lives.And I m Lucky to have a few of them like this one Already!!:)

My Date with Nature............

Last year , my desire for isolation drove me to Digha beach in bengal . We three(Me , Mother Nature n my Mr.Beer) had a great time there.We had long long hours of silent gossips ,where my heart did the talking .I was absorbing the cold breeze , inhaling deeply the infinite oxygen , gazing at the horizon for long. The periodic gulps of my BEER added mood to my thoughts n helped me dissolve myself in the sweety saline waves. All of my 5 senses were feeling the affection of mother-nature , but I hardly responded ,as I was in distress, which was the reason for me to choose this lone corner of land . Someone had betrayed me hard . The knife of betrayel made me bleed . But this lonliness was healing me . I was silent, but my wounded angry heart was vomiting in front of nature . And that helped it to pour out the poison it had accumulated....My heart was complaining of betrayal . But talking to nature made me feel lighter .we went into great discussions . Even the nature had some agonies to share with me . We were complimenting each other , we listened to each other with care . She started complaining of selfish human breed , which care about her as long as it is of any materialistic use to them n then throw it in dustbin to rot alongside suffocating polythenes . She even felt sorry for being unfaithful to my lungs, for disguising them of fake oxygen. I found her wrapped in threads of guilt for bringing in those tsunami's ,those cyclones , those volacnic eruptions , those earthquakes . But when I asked her about them, she gave no explaination , rather her expressions were symbolic of determination . Those expressions were

grave . There began a flow of silence ,thereby filling the container carrying us.We were getting drowned in it. Then came a sweet joke from my dear beer , it was trying to break the silence , to soothen both of us , to re-invent the gossip track to its baseline , And it succeeded!!!! I had few gulps of it n the formula worked for me . I was on a high , i had already relieved three bottles of its liquid . Now i was feeling brave , brave enough to face the agony of nature again . Now even she had calmed down a bit ."Thank God" I sighed . So,now we were back on track , My Life's reel was under the head . Together we had an introspect into Love life's Time-line . We had great discussions, tidious calculations and BOOM !!! We finally derived the
Magic formula of life- "Life is but shades of grey , there would surely be crest and troughs in the journey , So, just feel every segment of life and Love every creature that we meet on our way , without expecting them to do the same . Just try Loving those Tiny Ants , those rain droplets ,those smiling sun-flowers,those shady trees......., and if our senses are alive we would surely feel the immense intensity of their love , how much they care about us . And the day we will start feeling so , Our sorrows will evaporate , we would feel more secure , energetic and would nurture a perception so as to reflect back stresses as soon as they are incident on us and We will be King Of life that day......"

I was feeling jubiliant for my life's greatest discovery . My stress had already vapourised . I was feeling fresh , even the oxygen was smelling better now . I was feeling enlightened and at the same time Like a nascent kid eager to explore the trajectories of life . But , it was evening now n I had to leave . I kissed my Mr. Beer bottle, filled it with sea-water, said good-bye to the off-going waves and left .Even the sea water was tasting sweeter than before , Thanks God !!!! I have Learned The art.....................

Condensation of evaporated dreams......

11:55 am ,18 sept., 1988, Ravivaar , Zila Hissar , Haryana........

A Dream was born with a dream in his fist,the dream multiplied and became a dreamer, the dreamer of a foolish genre.

The dreamer's dreams hypnotized him, conquered him , made him their slaves..

They rolled his eye-lids down, clogged his ears, and quarantined him from the harsh world..

Being born in the real plane, he always aspired to touch the imaginary axis, The dreamer tried various curves n their equations to climb the imaginary axis.

He started moving away from the real axis , but in the end always fell prey to
high slopes of the real world curves , even the curves were not supporting !!!

And whenever he tried to free himself from "Apartheid" of his dreams ,and
opened his eyes , he found the world staring at him suspiciously.

The real axis was cruel , it was too harsh to handle his fragile feelings,,
he became nervous and closed his eyes again and returned to his virtual home.

He fought great battles in his virtual wars, he conquered his real life difficulties
in his virtual arena, his dreams raced along the imaginary axis and challenged
the infinty marks on both the extremes.

His dreams were out of box , rather they were out of the conventional two-dimentional plane, they were energetic , they had fuel.

They buried their conventional counterparts,and those grave-yards of orthodox dreams
injected energy in the nerves of the dreamer.

The dreamer grew with flying ambitions , the ambitions inexplicable to the real axis creatures,

The dreamer stopped explaining, as he knew that his imaginary angles would create a great difference to the modulus of his life's vector.

I am the Dreamer "Nishant Choudhary", and I m pouring few droplets of the imaginary fluid flowing in my brain in this trough of blog . I hope these foolish stray dreams of mine would make a remark one day....

I know this is an ambitious call but as Sir Albert Einstein Have quoted :"If at the first instance ,the idea doesn't seem absurd, then it has no hope in it"

I Being The Slave Of My Own Foolish Thoughts have written this to tell the world that my foolish approach of life , which is inspired by my loving dreams, would One Day Change The Axis Of Rotation Of Mother Earth.............