Bits - 001

father: happy  25th birthday
son: thanks dad
father: so any plans?
son: I don't know
father: all okay ?
son: dad were you able to figure out life by the time you turned 25?
father: I am 55 son, I still don't know if I have figured out life or what I want from it.
son: is it so? why do you think like that?
father: that's how you look forward, something will always be incomplete, and the quest to fulfill it keeps us going.
son: maybe you are right.
father: maybe, who knows.

                              -Himanshu Narang

Cancer Gives life

So what is life? Is it just breathing or is it about making every breath count. Well, it depends.
Depends on how you see it. Those days when you’re sitting in the back seat of the car with your
window open and your favorite music is playing. The fields outside complement with the
freshness of the air and sky is just the right shade. What is life but a reflection of your mood in
every moment you observe and have a conversation with yourself? Aren’t those moments just
priceless? Moments when you contemplate and reflect on life. Thinking about things that may or
may not matter but at that moment they are your only company.
Everyone would have a different definition of life. For some people, well, for most it is about
being successful. To be able to survive from day to day. But don’t we forget to actually live it?
Lucky are those kids who play in the fields and get bruised doing what they love. More amazing
is the fact how they get up laughing it off. Something very small but has a huge meaning. I
believe everything that happens is symbolic in one way or the other. That child getting up is
symbolic of how you must never give up. How there will be bumps in your road but that doesn’t
mean you don’t drive to your destination. How you might even have an accident doesn’t mean
you should be scared to walk the same path again. What is bravery but to face your own fears?
To look them in the eye and have an experience worth having.
The small things are what define us as an individual. The way we perceive and react to situations
are the times when we grow up. Happiness is a choice and believe me or not, it lies in moments,
those little things. What makes happiness priceless is the long duration of struggle we had before
we laughed at that moment. Laughed like never before, with tears of joy and blankness of mind.
The kind of laughter where your stomach hurt. Yes, that is what gave you the strength to finish
your job and return home. The home where you find peace in the form of people who love you
the most.
What if one day you realize it’s your last day? What would you do? Who would you talk to and
say what? What would you love to have as your last meal?
Sounds like big decisions to make. Especially when just yesterday it was so easy to dial any
the number and go to the next restaurant to have a steak.

It’s different when you know and realizes how short life can be that you pause and see how stupid
you’ve been all this while. You realize how much time you wasted in anger and jealousy. How
wrong you were to be sad about things that didn’t really matter in the long run. For it is then
when you see your life as a third person from distance. It is then when you know that maybe
what you did was wrong but not so wrong. It is who you are and have always been. If it not had
been for those mistakes you wouldn’t have realized how you really want to LIVE your life now
when you can count your breaths.
At that moment you start living your life. So, I believe what they said has always been true. It is
when you lose something you realize how important it was to you.
So why wait for that day? Why wait to know you have just a few days when technically right now
you have a lifetime to live your life to the fullest. So go out and make people smile because isn’t
that the most amazing feeling to do that. Trust me, being selfless can sound difficult and stupid
but what you receive in the form of emotions is priceless. You earn the friendship and love of
people who will always be there.
So stop by the mirror and take a moment to smile at yourself and appreciate how pretty you are.
How lucky you are to have this life.
So go out and have whatever you wanted to have not thinking about your size.
So go out there and compliment people, make someone’s day.
So go out there and do everything to make your parents happy and proud.
So go out there and fall in love hard. Don’t be scared of the tears, they bear testimony to how
true your feelings were.
So go out there and speak your heart out and get embarrassed.
So go out there and get lost in this whole wide world and live your dreams.
So go out there and make every moment count.
Just go and live your life for you might not have a chance at it again.

-SHATAKSHI PACHORI

Her

They tried to pull her down and make her weak Because she was perceived as peculiar, oh no, actually unique Her glee and cheer Pinched their rotten life steer The purity of her heart and serenity of soul Made her their secret goal While they envied and despised She strolled ahead with all her might It takes courage to be different and follow the less trodden path Don't let the world spoil your beautiful spark Doubters and haters are present abound So make them your motivation to achieve the higher ground


-Garima Malik

Masked

Troubled

Taking a trip down the memory lane,
I wondered if love is just bane?
traveled miles for the chance to say,
I have you, could you please stay.

It's funny rather sad
thought it was meant to be,
had a breakfast plan for
the cheesy fries I love to eat
and would cook whatever you need,

is love just another fable with a twist.
L for the way you looked at me?
O for the one and only you? V for the vibrant eyes? E for the enchanting smile?
Or whether it's like the weather? some things never change they say. Trust me you have to wait until the bloomy days sway. the havoc they create kills whatever is in the way

Fight for right? Or let go for the flow? Relationships shan't mark forever but memories are marks made in love. You were my love for whom I fell for every day,
it's tragic how we can break our own hearts, for the sake of stay.

-Abhilash Raja

The story, As I know it.

They met, they talked At times laughed and fought The friendship was a bliss Until it transformed into a kiss The wind felt softer The weather was lofter Life was so smooth Until reality struck the two Altercations became an imperative Happiness became a perogative He wanted more space But she wanted to be his space They finally parted and then realized Something was missing in their lives Love isn't a fairy tale It's a journey blended with varied trails Sacrifice and not baptize Is essential for the stabilize Love isn't a flower bed It's a journey beyond those rosy texts

Change

There is a thin line between what you are and what you have been, to be honest, I don't like what I am anymore and no one liked what I was, and for someone who resists change, perceiving one in himself kills a little every day.
tired of pleasing all, and when you don't they say you failed our expectations, I was never born to fulfill them or maybe I was, stood by while I could, was the one while I could pretend or try to be. these high hopes doesn't let one go, always end up where it started maybe that's where I want to be at the start, just too afraid of the finish line.
I am convinced that no one would take me, I have seen them go by, I have tried using the change and I know it is the only constant, so no high hopes would matter so just have to make sure not to spend whats left inside in fulfilling them. 
If new is the way of saying its over then the legend "old is gold' stands true for me, taking a step forward is necessary, that's how it works, that's how the world operates, that's the ultimate desire, but the cripple suffers.


                                                                                                                                                 -H.N

Phase

I know it's a phase.
I know it'll go away.
I know it takes time.
I know.
I understand sense.
I understand logic.
I just don't understand hurt for while it is a phase.
I don't understand pain, for while it goes away.
I don't understand grief, for while it takes time.
I don't understand life, for while it feels like death.

                                           -rohan mishra 

farewell

She shall leave because sometimes ending needs to be right not just happy, but she won't she likes me too much.
She shall leave because I am nowhere with my plan, but she won't because she has faith in me.
She shall leave because I don't know where am I going to, but she won't she just can't leave me alone.
She shall leave because I let her down every day, but she won't she taught me how to make it up to her.
she shall leave because it is not easy, but she won't even though we not might live through it.
she shall leave because I didn't hold her tight enough, but she won't she believes I can make it right.
she shall leave because I have caused enough damage, but she won't, we swear we can defeat this.
she shall leave because I don't deserve it, but she won't she knows I cannot take the change.
she shall leave because I am fine, but she won't she knows I am wrong.
she shall leave because this is where the story ends, but she won't she choose to write the sequel.
she shall leave because I am just too far away, but she won't she can make a home anywhere.
she shall leave because I cant take her cry, but she won't she believes its the only reason to smile.
she shall leave because, but she won't because I will always follow her and bring her where she belongs every time every day.
she shall leave maybe she just did.

-mc

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To That Guy

To that guy.

To the guy who finally made me immune to any kind of feeling.

Now, I seriously don't feel anything anymore. Is it good or bad, I don't know. But I do know that it's the only way for me to be happy.
Thank you for making me realize that yes people indeed are not what they say they are. So dumb of me to believe them every time.

I think I'll still trust people this easily but now I'm ready to the change of attitudes so well that I've stopped caring. I've stopped waiting for them.

Thank you for making me realize that I can be very happy with my friends alone. I'm so grateful to have found the best people out of this myriad of hypocrites. Thank you for making me feel happy with myself.

I'm sure you're a nice guy and I'm sure you didn't want to hurt me. At least that's what I believe in. But even though I over think I know how this has made me feel and I've learned to look after myself now. So. I wonder how people change so fast.. it's really like their priorities change with their clothes.

There are times when you wish that that person didn't know all that about you. Things you shared with them had significance and were personal. I wish people could realize that mocking in someone's past isn't that funny. You've not lived their life.. you'll never know how they felt and what impact things had on them. Tears may not be there but the scar will always be there. Be it, on their self-confidence/respect or heart. I wish people could see through the eyes and understand. Human to human.

I wish it was all simple. I wish people just said what they really felt. I wish people could realize that in their act of trying not to hurt someone they are hurting them more. Or maybe they already know that?

I care for the tiniest of things..maybe that's why I don't understand how people could be so casual with another human being who also feels as much as them. I don't know why they don't realize that their one small word or act could hurt others so much.

Truth is, people change every day..they change in seconds. I've seen it with my eyes. I've started to feel very objectified these days because of the way people have treated me. But I'll be fine. I'm so used to it now.I don't know.I'm learning. This is my journey of discovering the different sides of a human being. I wish I had all that I wanted. But then what I already have is amazing in its own way.

So thank you for making me realize that. After all, knowing you were worth the while.

The killer : It or Them ?

In the country's heart, maybe she lost her path,
naive, afraid and stuck,

her soul taken and slaughtered in the dark,

by someone inhuman, maybe monstrous, surely barbaric,
struggling to prove to be a man;
hope it knows, perdition awaits very close.

Left rather thrown, some street corner before unknown,
miles away from what she calls home,
the winter morning hard to breathe,

the scared body waning in grief,
not a shirt on her back, not a hand to aid but eyes to stare,

trying to get up, weeping her tears,
the gaze butchering her ounce by ounce,
the worst nightmare was lived and found.

Hearing the crowd,
making the wounds bleed out,
vandalized and torn away,
judged not helped,
the victim turned into a suspect.

Walking by the lanes, purgatory makes its way,
burning the city of  hopes helplessly alive,
seeking justice, her cast-off vagina was interrogated:
marked as untouchable, her spirit unreachable and character unlovable,
the liberal hands that ripped her apart and bourgeois ears that ignored her screams are safely asleep,
being punished for the enormity she didn't commit.

The body which once belonged to her ended up being a social possession to be deemed upon,
wondering whether to mend her tattered clothes, broken soul, shattered integrity or crushed stature,
the timid victim,
perished in her home.


                                                                         -Himanshu Narang

Paint It

The white canvas,

seems blank to the eye,

hides what you leave behind,

the roads, the seas, the skies all it seems all you see.

The scars, the smiles,

at the end, it's all white,

swept away every night,

the perfect picture never stays, maybe was never made.

It's a chance every day,

to make the story right.

the right colors is what it takes,

so grab a brush before its time.

Hold it as long as you can,

recreate it every day.

until you find,

the perfect picture was always white.

                                                      -Himanshu narang

Go Solo

Few Good People

Are you someone who tends to please everyone or someone who just don't care? may be one of them or at times both of them. some people shut the door if they see no one coming and afraid to take a step out , some make sure  that the room is always filled and the door is open for more to be aboard, well there is a short coming for being any one of them, the one who shuts themselves in the shell loses the important time, the emtions, the care, the hold, the someone waitng outside that door maybe afraid to take a steep in or may just unaware. the one who make sure everyone is there, everyone  is happy, well thses people give so much, more than they know it,always trying to make a difference, but in all the fuss sometimes, maybe, they evade being and having just a special one, then the return they get doesnt fill the hollow space within, maybe I am wrong, what do I know but being on both the sides of the table, it feels and pains the same at the end.

 

Define Me

I’m so gay because I’m weak, I’m so gay because I cry; I’m so gay because I care, I’m so gay because I dream about a starry sky. I’m not a “man”, As per your definition; Qualities like mine, Is a straight man’s prohibition. My sexual preference, Why would you even care? The way I talk, and the books I read, That’ll prove my homosexual affair. Grow a beard, Go visit the gym; The colors you wear, Decides if you love her or him. The preconceived notions of the society, Forcing people to act the way they’re not; It’s a slap on the face of the people, Who lost life for “Independence” so hard fought. That hunk you see in the corner, Drinking his beer as you watch; The perfect definition of a “man” for the society, Prefers another man’s, instead of a female’s crotch. Me, the “feminine” guy you target, That you’re absolutely sure is gay; Definitely prefers women, Sorry to leave you in dismay.


- Rohan Mishra