HOPE

I am a day dreamer and don’t tell me you are not. Countless of times you must have projected your future with open eyes, admired your future form, and then laughed it away. And, I too sail the same boat.
I am currently doing my summer internship, took a day off (....mind you this occurred often), and was off to Ranchi with other interns. On our way back, sitting at the window seat of the bus, enjoying the cool breeze on my tired face, I dozed off into a mini dream. May be the soothing music or the subtle and sweet wind contributed to my deep slumber.

I was driving a ravishing car, can’t say it was mine, but a strong, confident clutch of my hands on the wheel made me feel it’s mine, it always has been mine. I could feel air of self-assurance around me, a feeling of self belief as I enjoyed all luxuries of life, and the one’s left are not farfetched. I could feel the breeze blowing against my face, meliorating my feeling.

Just then the bus hit a small pit on the road, blowing my assured form away. The dream was gone and so was my self assurance. I played the previous song and tried to go back into the same dream. To my credit I soon dreamt but a new one altogether.

I was walking in just the perfect rain, not alone but with a pretty girl by my side. Her smile was elegant, her aura refined; her look affectionate, presence benign. She held my hand as if she trusted me. Just then a flash occurred in my dream and I saw her (the one I ...), but it soon receded. I had moved on, I was with someone remarkable, someone as beautiful as the rain. The dream concluded itself abruptly, again owing to the pit.

I couldn’t dream or day dream or whatever again. They can be creepy, can betray you. But, they have optimism about them, if you dare to hope. I soon got into another day dream, wherein I decide to pen this all down, for it all seemed wonderful, as if a mystic art and can touch reality if you have the guts to hope. Hope is a good thing, may be the best of things. And no good thing ever dies. (-quoting the ever so famous line from THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION)

I penned it down for I hope the other dreams would soon follow. I hope I will soon have that feeling of self-assurance about me, I hope very soon a pretty girl would walk in that rain with me, I HOPE.

The 'Right' Shoulder

Recently I was off to a week long trip away from college, comprising of the sports fest at IT BHU and cousin sister's wedding in Delhi. One tends to be reminiscent after such an awesome trip and that 'one' in me wanted to share it with everyone. But, what to write? About sports, or about last day at Banaras ghat or cousin's wedding or the complete 'eye soothing and beautiful' trip. But, as a matter of fact, you won't appreciate lengthy crap and even I won't 'tend' you to it. So, amidst of this disarray, I considered one of my seniors appreciating comment on my last post, and chose a very small incident from the trip or a very small 'part', for that matter-'Her Right Shoulder'.

My first encounter with her right shoulder came when I hurriedly approached a amassed empty bench at Kanpur station on my way back to college. As I was helping myself into the tiny space available, my left shoulder rubbed a adjoining shoulder. I shot a firing glance at the bothered shoulder, and the next second my frame shrunk, lost and gave way to her shoulder. Her beauty was not spellbinding compared to what I had witnessed recently at Banaras and Delhi, but her timid, cute face and her gritty right shoulder made for a interesting combination. With earphones on, preferring not to speak, she waved a suave finger at my shoulder making me shrivel my frame and even drooping it, vacating space for the feisty right shoulder. I clearly lacked the uncanny quality she had, and thus, my shoulder sagged, complying with my diffident nature.

Weird, it may seem, but I wanted to catch her attention, actually the attention of the 'bolder her'. I wanted to nudge her slightly, have a small shoulder chat, but bold is not the word you attach with me, let alone my shoulder-the timider me. She was kept engrossed by her earphones and I was engrossed in hope for a small prod by the bolder her to the timider me. As my hope burst away, I soon puffed another-'one with her seated beside me in the train', ignorant of the fact that she might be in a different train altogether. Right then her train came bursting away the latest hope of mine, and grabbing her luggage she walked off, with her timid gait but cruising shoulders. She hopped on, with the train just starting to leave. My eyes followed her for one last time, her timid face, those black earphones and that right shoulder, all fading away ,and despairingly, I went tiptoed to catch a glimpse of the bolder her-The Right shoulder.