Ventilation – 12

Moment of Relief :

“As I continued to look down the bridge, through the lake, disturbing the ripples by my tears , the heavy cotton sacs gave way to navy blue water bags.

I stretched my arms, letting them free,giving way for that suffocation within to radiate.

I looked up , like that Eagle looking up at the rising sun.
And it happened.

Dissolving in the stream of my tears, it diluted it’s pain.
Diverting the path of those brackish streams , it faded them away, paving way for my smile to bloom in.
That’s when that moment hailed.

No pricking sensation.
No tonnes of weight in my heart.
No building up of tear dams.
No suffering.

Just that empty self.
And that Moment of Relief.
In rain.

Ventilation-11

Room-Mate :

” There are times your blood share-holders prove out to be strangers to you.
And there are times when that person sharing your room,hailing from a different part of the world proves herself to be the closest to your life’s bubble.

She banged into my room with her bulky luggages tearing the skin of my floor apart.
I growled.
She dint notice.
And then i continued shouting over phone on my mom for being extremely ignorant to my whereabouts.
And then i continued to shower my raging lava on my sister who buzzed me few minutes later.
Dashing my phone on the floor i gushed into the kitchen.

She is still there in the room .
Her presence is disturbing though not so much that i will bother shedding a talk with her.

I continue gorging on my noodles.
How i hate having it every night.
But my bones aren’t flexible enough to convince me on cooking something else.
Grrr…

I find a burger being placed infront of me.
“Excuse me!? Your stuff fell down perhaps.”
“Oh no no. I bought it for you.”
“No Thanks.Am done already.”
“Would the announcement of “My treat” on being your room mate,make you accept this?”
Pulling the burger closer,”thanks!”

Why is she hitting on me?!
Duhhh!
What am i thinking!
Whatever… Concentrate on burger.!

And then i continue fuming on each and every one who called me that night.”People are so neat in pretending their concern about me with no signs of genuity in their feelings.”

I crawl up on my bed and curl up.Few tears make their way through the narrow canal between my closed upper and lower lids.
And then i sleep off.

Mid way through my rollercoaster ride inside my dreams i shiver a little.
It’s mid of december.And the winters are now expected to show their true colours.

Few minutes later i stop shivering.
My cold feet warms up but i am still weak enough to leave my ride and open my eyes.

Morning hails as my stupid alarm starts barking.

I get up.
And notice the blanket around me.
I hadn’t covered myself with it.
Then who?

And i notice the note over my bedside table.

“Hope you had a nice sleep.
Though i dint get your formal intro yesterday but i did notice some swollen lids at night to explain me the reasons behind.
Hope you are ok now.
Looking forward to your noodles tonight.
I need a treat as well for being ur room mate right?! 😉
Take care.
Natalia..”

I look up and then down again…
“Natalia!”
I smile…

Life’s funny.
It really is. “

Ventilation -10

Hot Chocolate :

” Whether it started over a hot chocolate or it did end… I dont know.
As a spectator , i prefered to scrutinize the show from a distance.

They say love at first sight.
And i say you are right.
But what about those without that might?

He used to come to that cafeteria every sunday.
She used to prepare his hot chocolate every sunday.
No that’s not it.
His stay in that place consisted of thirty mintues of complete surrender to the grace she beheld.
Her thirty minutes went  away brething off the nervousness she wore in his presence.

What else could she have done?
She bore no reflection in the mirror to check before she faced him.
She was blind.

Not that she regreted her life.
Not that he regreted his life’s life.
Instead they prefered celebrating , every second of those thirty minutes of “One hot chocolate please!” and ” Right now sir.”  🙂
Sweet,isnt it?

No it wasnt.

And then my unfortunate destiny took me for a walk on the very road.
And then my unfortunate fate made me face the centre of attraction of the crowd.
And then my unfortunate luck made me the only witness to the end of the hot chocolate fairy tale.

He lay there. On the road. Beside him his worn out bike and a pool of blood…

And thus whether it started over a hot chocolate or did it end i dont know.

Neither does she know.

As i continue to watch ,as a spectator ,
Without making any noise,
her cup of hot chocolate every sunday,
My hot chocolate sheds off its warmth to commemorate the remains of my hot chocolaty sunday evenings. “

Ventilation-9

Last Breath :

” Allow me to tour you through those last few minutes of your life…

When hope appears it’s toughest test,

When the tears begin to cry behind the lower lids,

When the only wish to ask would be to enroll all those kind souls , who love you , inside your resigning eyes…

When the satisfying air you had inhaled after the race,as a child, has now started being unsatisfied with your win,

When those twinkling eyes of your mom,which pulled you out through all troubles have given way to darkness,

When the palpably warm hands of your love has engulfed all the eerie cold airs in itself,

When the only work which seems
Completed is leaving forever,those eyes over you, in the dark dungeon of your memories …

And thus you breathe your last…
and thus your heart collapsed! “

Ventilation-8

That moment :

“Have you ever faced such kind of a moment when life is on verge of serving you the worst of it’s dishes to gorge on ,
when all your wins have been lost , when the sky serves u no more than a fish net ,
when the only goal in life seems eternal rest…
And just when you are on verge of letting the disease engulf you…

That bossom friend of your calls up …

And by the end of the call…

Life would have already prepared a better dish,
the new game to win would have started,
the sky would have engrossed itself in serving freedom to the living birds
and you would have completely shed off that diseased moment from your healthy mind..

🙂 Because it’s just about letting “that moment” pass… “

Ventilation-7

Sweet dreams :

” After day long ragging , wearing and tearing of roles and soles ,
All of us ,
even those rough dudes and tough babes who junk the softie things away,
Return back to our genuine dressing mirrors… “Our dreams”.

Dreams happen to be that only time of the day when we are permitted to be what we are, strictly. Not a cell fake. We can think loud ,can talk foul,can mingle, or stay single.

The conclusion is, it is such a time when we are allowed to VENTILATE.

You know something,DREAMS happen to cure us of those deadliest of diseases, Depression !

On failures, because we win in our dreams ;
On rejection, because we are accepted in our dreams ;
On misunderstanding, because people in our dreams understand us. 🙂

Dreams happen to play a very sweet role in our lives. 🙂
May be that is why we wish people, ‘Sweet Dreams!’. “

Ventilations : 6

Mama’s Apple :

“How irritating she becomes at times i tell you! When your already pumped up handbag has to adjust another bit of their neighbour – Mr.Apple ! Moms and their blandishments! Howsoever you yell at them that her daughter’s office  harvests a canteen with enough edible stuff to satisfy her daughter’s small tummy,but she turns all deaf ear to this! Disgusting!

Later that day…

Work load throttling you to death! Late as you are for lunch,the office canteen can offer you no more than the leftovers of the dishes.Your feet has resigned long ago to undergo any more journeys to restaurants nearby.

And then…

When you whirl the inner of your handbag to surprise yourself with a life-saving-piece-of-impossibly-present-candy,do you witness that relief-sparkle in your eyes and the smile,as if after years of hunger strike on seeing food.

You recall those last spent hours at home.

Those loud yells!

As you bite in bliss,

Mama’s apple!  🙂 ”

 

Ventilations – 5

Perfectly-wrong-of-days :

” Have you ever been through those perfectly wrong days?
You wake up to an early morning power cut ! Anyway force your feet to the washroom to find the toothpaste over ?! Somehow managing a humble brush when you trod to pamper your salivating tummy with some buttered toast , your eyes witness a fridge displaying not the slightest presence of a bread slice!? And then when you ultimately feed up on something random and make way to your car,to rush to your workplace,late as you are,do you find the tyres flattened!? Fuming when you finally cab up to your office dearest on time,do you realize that … BOOM!!!

It’s a SUNDAY!!!

Ever been such kind of a day? I have! Arrghhh! “

“Life is not just about living…its also about realizing what makes you live!”

Ventilations – 4

Cunning-smile-chit :

“Every next day I face pretty bottles full of days old water which in no time hurts my throat once i gulp a sip of it! Get what i mean? No?

I intend to describe those people we face every day in certain step of our life who put on a beautiful ‘i-am-your-friend-buddy’ face and stab you the next moment by their hurtful words.

For all those victims here comes the CUNNING-SMILE-CHIT. Next time someone curses you with their polite words or drives you crazy by their meanness do this, turn around,grab a piece of paper and scribble a ” 😉 THAT WAS GOOD! ” on it and hand it over to them ,not forgetting to wear that CUNNING SMILE on your face while handing your little chit of RDX . 

It would be enough to explode a volcano full of disgust in them.Try and experience the CUNNING-SMILE-CHIT! It works!”

Ventilations – 3

Independent self :
” In every step of our life we need a companion.People may shrug a not-at-all shoulder to this but whatsoever the fact remains intact.When we are happy we smile and rejoice.Why? To express ourselves to the one in front.
Our tears make them realize our gloomy state of mind.Whatsoever we need somebody around us all the time.
And we call ourselves independent,when in every next moment we are dependent on a living soul.Funny,isn’t it?”

“Life is not just about living…its also about realising what makes you live!”