Thursday, 12 November 2015

The Ghosts Of My Past

     I twist and I turn in my bed all night,
     Coz the ghosts of my past love me more than I like…

     They come swooping down on me at every little chance,
     Leaving me, as they go, in my guilty little trance.

     They make me hold on to the past too tight,
     The ghosts of my past love me more than I like…

     What I could have done and how I could have done it,
     What I shouldn’t have done and why on earth I did it!
     That’s all I can think of, when they haunt me so,
     And I’m stuck in that moment, too afraid to let go.

     They trick me into thinking that nothing is right,
     The ghosts of my past love me more than I like…

     Why do I punish myself when I know that it’s gone,
     Done and over with, and it’s time to move on.
     And it’s time to give a call to the angels of my present,
     To drive the ghosts away and give me back this moment.

     Well, the angels told me that I should stay and fight,
     Let the ghosts of my past love me as much as they like...

- Gayatri Shejwal

Friday, 6 November 2015

“To Be or Not To Be – That is the Question!”

       The world is too full of contradictions. People say something but behave in an entirely different manner. It is like most of the human race is a live example of incredible hypocrisy. I used to think that people are born honest and as they grow up, the environment around them begins to corrupt their minds. But now after 22 short years in this world (or long - that is still 2.2 decades - depends on how you look at it - but anyway, that's not the point), I am almost ready to believe that the opposite must be the truth. I am beginning to wonder whether this is a born defect. May be this is human nature. May be most people are born hypocrites and as they grow up, only some of them choose to be their true selves. Because no rule is absolute and the ultimate rule is that there is an exception to every rule. It is a shocking revelation to my own self that honest people might be that exception, not hypocrites. People, it seems, are honest by choice, not by birth. It may be offensive to most people, but in my limited experience (again, depends on how you look at it), this very fact has been thrust into my face time and again. By my own people too.

       We humans have a habit of complicating stuff. We tend to overlook the simplest thing in the world, which is simplicity itself. What makes people want to be a multiple personality? Why can’t they be what they are? What is it that makes them hide behind a mask? Fear of the society? Yes, may be. But please, what on earth is this ‘society’? Again, the answer is simple. Society is the term used to collectively describe people who have a certain common manner of living and a similar way looking at things. Just 'people', in short. In addition to the four basic physical needs of food, air, water and shelter, there is another need in all of us. The social need - the need to fit in the ‘society’. They punish, they ignore, they abolish, they ridicule and they shamelessly trample upon anyone who doesn’t stand by the ways of the society. Very few people have the courage to challenge this, be themselves, think differently and overcome all the obstacles placed in their way by the same old society. These are the people who rise above the voices of the commonwealth. And the irony is that these very people who were tortured for being different are then projected by the society as ‘role models’ to emulate. All the while, there is no change in the ways of the society and people who challenge the system are still looked down upon. There! Hypocrisy pokes out its ugly head again.

       So how do you distinguish between the real and the hypocrite? Good question, I say! Like Jane Austen said, “One has all the goodness and the other has all the appearance of it." Difficult, isn’t it? No, it’s not. In fact, it is far too easy. All you need to do is observe and make a deduction, just like Sherlock Holmes. “Oh”, one might ask, “So why have you been ranting about the whole thing?” Well, if anybody out there still cares to know the ‘why’ part, then I’ll willingly oblige. I wrote about it because I’m angry. I'm sorry for putting you through the process of reading this but yes, you heard that right. I am mad at the society and at the world in general. I have waited long enough (unless 22 doesn't count) and now I want answers. Fat chance that I’ll get it from the object of my anger, so I decided to find them myself. And no, I’m not some great wannabe philosopher wanting to change the world with my mind blowing and out of this world ideas. I could be called ‘a rebel’ at best. And this was just a small piece of my revolt.

- Gayatri Shejwal

Sunday, 1 November 2015

Always There

There are times when I feel low,
When every little thing seems unfair,
When the whole wide world is an enemy,
And life’s just too hard to bear.

Then all I need is one kind word,
Or a hug that shows you care,
Or just a little smile that says,
Don’t worry love, I’m always there.

I never asked you to solve the thing,
And I don’t want you to find a way.
Just stand by me in times of need,
That’s really all I want to say.

Don’t tell me how I should face my life,
Don’t pull me back, don’t push me so.
I may stumble & fall, but I’ll find a way,
When someone’s got my back, you know.

Coz all I need is one kind word,
Or a hug that shows you care,
Or just a little smile that says,
Don’t worry love, I’m always there.

- Gayatri Shejwal

Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Never Too Late


       It was a few hours after the unexpected disaster. The confusion had died down and all that he could hear now, was the indistinct murmur of voices far away. He was a bit shaken and this was the only thing that could calm him. He was lying on the couch with earphones on. It was her playlist – her favourite songs that were playing in a loop. She had once given it to him as a birthday gift. And he missed her. He missed her terribly.

       For the world and for her, they were the closest of friends. But he had been in love with her since a long time. She didn’t know that. He never told her. He had no idea what was stopping him. May be he was afraid – afraid that she might not love him back; afraid that she might say no; afraid that she might be in love with someone else; afraid that, to her, he might just be a friend and nothing more.

       And then something happened that changed everything. A month ago, she had been offered a job that paid her to do what she loved doing the most – write. She was going to take up the offer. And she would be moving to another city. He felt like he had this huge hollow inside of him when she told him the news. It had been a great effort to congratulate her and to pretend that he was happy. It was a painful internal struggle. She was his friend – he should be happy for her. But then, he loved her and she didn’t know that and now, she was going away.

       He knew he should have told her a long time ago. But somehow, he never felt that it was the right time. Somehow, it had always seemed like he had all the time in the world for that. And now, when he realized that everything was about to change, it seemed too selfish to stop her. She had worked hard and she deserved this opportunity. It was probably right to let her go.

       His reverie was interrupted by the loud ringing of his cell phone. It was Karthik, his best buddy. His voice sounded urgent. It was Karthik’s tone that brought Arjun back to reality.

       “Is the electricity at your place back?”

       “Yes, got it back just a couple of minutes ago. Why? What is it?”

       “Switch on the TV, man! You’re not going to believe this!”

       And with that, the line got disconnected.

       Oh yes, the minor tremors a few hours ago. It was like a mini-earthquake. It went away as easily as it came but it had left everyone terrified. There had been no damage – everything just shook for a while and then it was over. But the power had been cut off immediately. The phone networks were out of order. Even the internet was not working. It was like total isolation. Karthik’s call came in just a few minutes after the power had been restored.

       Arjun switched on the TV and surfed through to the news channels. He stopped at a grim looking journalist rattling off the news report as if he had learnt it by heart.

       “As you can see, this city has been caught in the middle of an extremely unexpected calamity. There has been an earthquake of a massive 7.5 Richter magnitude right here, around five hours ago. Seismic experts say that they did not see this coming. An earthquake of a smaller magnitude was probable but this comes as a huge shock. We are going to be right here, giving you up to the minute report of the entire situation. The accuracy of the predictions of the India Meteorological Department is being called in question. Given such disastrous consequences…”

       The camera moved across the landscape. It was a picture of destruction.

       “… there is undoubtedly going to be a lot of debate about who is to blame. The epicenter of the earthquake or its point of origin is believed to be roughly near the Victoria Road area…”

       Victoria Road… Why did that sound familiar? He couldn’t place it but he was very sure that he had seen that address somewhere.

       “…which is in the heart of the city and is normally quite crowded, according to residents. We are still unsure about the number of casualties. Rescue teams have responded very fast and are already in action here. The main landmarks in this area are the All India Radio (AIR) headquarters, the old Defense Colony of ex-servicemen and the impressive office building of the famous Quantum Publishing House, all of which have been heavily damaged. As you can see…”

       But he did not hear a word of it anymore. Quantum Publishing… He finally recognized the address. It struck him like a bolt of lightning. He felt numb with the shock. And there was only one thing he could think of.

       Shruti.

       She was in that city. She had just moved there. The epicenter of the quake was precisely the place where she lived and worked. And with that, the possibility of what could happen crashed down on him like a bucket full of ice-cold water. It was right then, that for once in his life, he was absolutely terrified – shaken to the core.

       He had to know whether she was safe. That was all that mattered now. He took out his cell phone, unlocked it and scrolled through the contacts till he found the name and the number he was looking for. He dialed her number and waited breathlessly for the other side to ring. This is what he heard instead.

       “The number you are trying is not reachable.”

       He tried again. The same voice answered. The phone networks were probably still out of order there. Yet, he tried a third time. No change. He tried to call her office. Still the same recorded voice. Frustrated, he swore loudly and was about to flung his cell phone onto the couch when it rang for a second time. Arjun answered the call. It was Karthik again. He sounded worried too.

       “Arjun, did you see…?”

       “Yes.”

       “Isn’t that where Shruti just…?”

       “Yes.”

       There was silence for a while on both ends.

       “So did you try to…?”

       “Yes.”

       “Well…?”

       “Not reachable.”

       Silence again.

       “You don’t think she…?”

       “I don’t know. And I hate not knowing.”

       “Isn’t there any other way to reach her? Any other contact number?”

       “I tried her office too. I think all the networks are down.”

       Silence.

       “Arjun…”

       “I don’t know what do, Karthik. I don’t know. She was right here and I did not realize it. I did not realize what it meant to have her here with me every day. I did not realize her value even after she went away. I did not realize what it was like for someone you loved to be alive. And now… if anything happens to her… ”

       And he broke down.

       “It’s going to be fine, Arjun. She is going to be fine. Just be patient and wait.”

       Some moments passed before Arjun spoke again. There was a new determination in his voice when he said, “You know I can’t do that. I’m going there, Karthik. I’m going to find her and bring her back.”

       “HAVE YOU TOTALLY LOST IT? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND TO EVEN THINK OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT?”

       “I have to go.”

       “You don’t have to do anything. Arjun, listen to me…”

       “This might be the stupidest thing I ever do – impulsive and dangerous – but I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t go there now. I’m sorry.”

       And he hung up.

       It was utter madness to go there. Somewhere in his logical brain, he already knew that. And yet, to him, it seemed to be the only right thing to do. Without giving himself time to think, he put his cell phone in his pocket and grabbed his jacket. He fetched the keys to his house and car and locked the door behind him. He rushed downstairs, got into his car and the first thing he did was plug in her playlist to the music player in the car. He drove out of the parking lot, rolled down the windows and drove off.

       He was vaguely aware of his phone ringing. Karthik was calling him again. Arjun knew that he was worried but he did not answer the call. He was in no mood to listen to any sense or logic and he was certainly not going back. The thought of Shruti occupied his entire brain and their last meeting kept replaying in his head.

       It had been exactly a week ago that he last saw her. She had come to his place and was in a great hurry.

       “I’m leaving early tomorrow”, she said.

       “Well, that’s great! You are going to do really well. I’m happy for you, Shruti!” Or at least, I should be.

       “Thanks! I thought I’d just stop by. I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye, could I? Oh, I’m going to miss you. ”

       And then she did something that she had never done before. She gave him an awkward fleeting hug.

       “Come and see me once in a while. If you can take holidays for your stupid cricket matches, then you can definitely take a holiday for your dear friend. This is it then. Take care.”

       And then she was gone.

       He knew what she would say if she were there. To her, it was one of those times when people didn’t value the cost of life. “The uncertainty of death opens your eyes to the possibilities of life”, he could almost hear her say.

       More memories kept coming back to him. And instead of making him feel better, they made him feel worse. They reminded him of all those chances that he had missed. It was his fault. All those reasons that had kept him from telling her seemed too petty now. She could have been safe with him back home only if he’d had the nerve to tell her the truth. It was all, his fault. And it would be his fault if she were… He could not bring himself to say the word ‘dead’. He could not imagine it. He tried to call her again a few more times. Not reachable. Every time.

       Three hours it took to reach there. Three hours of heart stopping nervousness. Once there, he navigated through the city asking people for the address. As he neared his destination, he could see an increasing pile of rubble that had been, just hours ago, a place where people lived and worked. It was a scene of absolute devastation.

       It had all been a blur from the time he had stepped into his car to come here, even the three hour long drive. And it was still a blur now. He got out of the car and walked through the rubble, looking for her face and completely oblivious to the surroundings.

       After a time that seemed like eternity, he suddenly felt the hollow inside him filling up. He had finally found what he had been looking for. She was there. She was alive. Injured, but alive. There was a bandage across her head and another around her left hand. She was sitting in the middle of a few other injured people. It seemed like she was administering them first aid. Relief, such as he had never known before, washed over him like warmth. And suddenly, everything was crystal clear.

       He slowly approached her from the behind and said, “I didn’t know you were a part time doctor as well.”

       She turned around and every line on her face showed shock. She was shocked to see him there. Earthquake was eight hours ago. And it would have taken three hours for Arjun to reach there. In her mind, she did the math and it dawned on her this was no coincidence. He was there just for her. He was there to see if she was alright.

       Composing herself, she managed to reply with a smirk, “Just one of my many talents, you know.”

       He smiled and pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight.

       “If anything had happened to you…”

       “Shh… I’m okay. Don’t say another word about it.”

       And she hugged him back.

       He knew he would live today. And tomorrow would be another day.

- Gayatri Shejwal

Monday, 26 October 2015

A Date With Nature

       It had been a hot day indeed. The winter was on its way home, while summer sat ready to take its place. She walked home with head full of all kinds of thoughts. Tired as she was, she wished nothing more than this - to get home and crash down into her bed. She usually wished for a lot of things. Three days ago she had wished for cool soothing raindrops on her face and now she wished for it more than ever. Unlikely as it was, of raining at this time of the year, there seemed to be a change in the atmosphere. A cool little breeze had started blowing, bringing with it the heavenly fragrance of wet earth. COULD IT REALLY BE RAINING SOMEWHERE? With each passing minute, the sky was growing darker. Everything seemed to be bathed in a tangerine pink glow, as if radiating peace and harmony.
       As the first few drops of water touched her face, she realized that one of her wishes was about to come true. She took a deep breath, taking in the beauty of the moment as much as possible. Ah! It was beautiful! She felt so beautiful! Not knowing why, she had always been crazy about everything to do with nature. THIS IS WHERE I BELONG… WITH NATURE! With these thoughts, she reached home and immediately went and stood by her favourite window. The view was indescribable. The rain fell so rapidly now that it seemed to be in a great hurry to quench the thirsty earth. The fragrance of wet earth filled the air. There couldn’t possibly exist a sweeter fragrance. She just stood there, more transfixed than ever.
       The rain water fell onto the trees and slid down gracefully. The leaves danced with joy, for they had waited really long. As the wind blew with all its might, everything out there seemed to be throwing off its lethargy, ready to be born afresh. Everything became green and fresh and how! ISN’T THIS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT? ABOUT STARTING OVER EACH TIME ONE FALLS! ABOUT THE BEAUTY THAT ALWAYS WAS, STILL IS AND WILL ALWAYS BE! She stood at the window thus, in silent contemplation for some time. But time beckoned her to get back to her work. OH! WHY CAN’T THIS LAST FOREVER!
       It was just as she started to withdraw from the window that it happened. The clouds parted and something emerged from the depths of the grey sky. It was a burning ball of fire. Standing proudly amidst the expanse of dull grey spread all around, it seemed like an assurance of hope. HOPE OF THE MONSOON AFTER SUMMER, OF DAY AFTER NIGHT, OF HAPPINESS AFTER DESPAIR… AND AFTER SORROW, A HOPE OF BETTER TIMES! How mesmerizing it was to watch the sun in this avatar! Knowing that she was witness to a very rare and unique moment made her feel blissfully happy. Her eyes could never possibly receive the same treat again. She felt more aware than ever, of being there, in that moment. Just then, the clouds, as if wrapping their tender arms around the beautiful bright ball, began hiding parts of the sun, till it was completely obscured from view.
       All the while, the incessant downpour of the rain continued. Some time passed in this way, with serenity on the nature’s side and silence on hers. And then it happened again. But this time, the clouds parted to reveal a lesser bright object. The burning ball of fire now seemed to be counting its last few moments. The orange sun blushed even more as it turned into deeper shades of red. With each passing moment, it looked more beautiful than ever. Sinking into the depths of the horizon, it finally vanished from sight. Leaving no trace of its having ever existed, it became a mere memory. In its wake, it left behind a beautiful evening that she knew, would always make her feel special. With this newfound serenity, courage and peace of mind, she returned to the ‘real’ world.

- Gayatri Shejwal

Boondein

Yeh khoobsurat pal, yeh khoobsurat ehsaas...

Anjaana sa kal, bas ek jeene ki aas…

Zindagi ke har lamhe mein jaise khushi beh rahi hai…

Yeh barasti hui boondein na jaane kya keh rahi hain…

- Gayatri Shejwal