Tag: passion

the true heir (3/4)

“What’s the point, dad ?” he finally asked, rubbing his blue eyes.

“Just a few minutes away.”

He parked near a hotel and took a walk along the deserted road.

“Come along…”

Sanjay stopped near a huge billboard, with an advertisement of a bulb on it.

“This is it…?”

“I am going to tell you a truth, son”

“Okay, this is a bit scary.”

“Look at that bus stop. My name used to be famous for this place, like the one of a kind. There was a lot of praises and wishes from my friends. This is the farthest place that I’ve traveled from my hometown. Everyone says that my broken fingers wasted my career. But the truth always makes me a culprit.” He continued,

“It’s not that I didn’t love playing cricket. But I didn’t have the courage to go for the last mile to achieve it. If I say a reason to convince you, it may not be the truth. I could’ve blamed my mother or the whispering neighbors or my ego to challenge a bowler only to hurt the naked fingers, but it doesn’t matter.”

Sanjay said, looking away from his son. When he turned towards his son, his eyes were attentive as ever could be.

“Son,…” It was new for both of them, “When you love something, make sure to cross the extra mile. Life is always a quest to find your true happiness. It is rather tempting but never compromise on your dreams.”

Later on, they walked away.

 

-Cont’d

-Thank you for reading…

the true heir (2/4)

From the rooftop, the view of city lights and their struggle to glitter let the boy slip into unconsciousness.

Five stories below, where the conversations are still alive…

“You are a terrible father, Sanjay” she was in a bad mood, “How could you allow our only son to drink such terrible things…”

“He made it out of the college. He deserves it.” He tried to convince her.

“Did we ?”

“What ?”

“Did we got that enjoyment when we are of his age…?”

“Are you unhappy that no one offered you a drink…”

“Look, my point is that the discipline is essential for everyone.”

Sanjay walked out of the kitchen and switched the channel to watch sports.

“Stupid cricket.” her mother almost snapped for missing her serial.

Cricket is a point of relief in Sanjay’s organized life. The moments of his youth came alive to him at the sound of the commentary.

 

….His thoughts brought him the memorable defeat of a local match by 5 runs at the age of 13. He was the last batsmen amongst the batting order. He knows that confidence of batsmen is an essential feature, especially when the team is down by 5 wickets and needs 26 runs in next six overs. He remembered how the seniors congratulated him for a tough fight. But one of them came near him and said,

“Keep playing. But never think that some praise will do any good to you.”

….His fifteenth birthday came up and no one in the neighborhood plays a game without him. He became well-known to play strokes with an impeccable timing.

An excerpt from the local newspaper,

….in the five-day test match. The Seventeen-year-old boy padded up and saved the day for the local team. He survived two days of severe bowling attack from the opposition. It wasn’t exactly a batting friendly ground when the pitch helps the ball to swing yet the determination of the boy has finally won. After a long battle, he looked happy and surely, very much exhausted….

….He went to play at the district level and a player like him couldn’t avoid the ‘Mr.classy’ nicknames.

His name went rounds to list in the Dileep trophy.

Yet Sanjay’s life was never a walk in the park. It is in the winter that a ball crushed his fingers and was unable to lift them for three months. It was even painful when he found that he can’t play the game without the doubt to risk his health. Past is beautiful when the pain he has felt mean something.

“why do you even see this stuff…?” His mother interrupted his thoughts just as ever.

He was no stranger to her irritation,

“How’s that sticks and bats of yours would give us any food, beta.”

“We pay for your school and you roam around…”

“You got no responsibility, Sanjay.”

Next morning,

He took a leave of absence from the office and decided to spend the whole day with his son. Sanjay knows that his son wants to be an author yet living in a fantasy of a lie. Upon the first hour of their ride, neither of them spoke a word.

One from a drowsy night and the other for an enlightened future.

 

-Cont’d

-Thank you for reading…

the true heir (1/4)

The 21-year old didn’t hesitate to take an extra glass of alcohol.

“College is an addiction, isn’t it?” he let his sharp voice to spread evenly among his friends.  It was on a twilight day that the three graduates decide to share their happiness.

“Just half a glass and now, he is on…” Said the other, with a chuckle.

“Addiction…Huh?” she finally asked, submitting to the temptation.

“Don’t encourage him.”

“Come on, let’s play a game. Explain it to us and if you can’t convince…” As she struck with words to fall out,

“Convince you. I don’t need to.” He continued, “Let’s make a toast.”

“Before anything, I would like to suggest you something…” his friend continued, “I know you want to be a writer. I know your knowledge to reform make you say crazy. Remember, we live in a crazy world where neither is ambitious nor encouraging. The system was always corrupted and people who would try probably end in a bad shape. I know your rush as hormones at this age but….”

His friend changed his posture and continued,” I once knew a friend very much like the passion of yours. An exact same ambition yet he isn’t wise enough to take my advice. He went around raising his collar to find his goals and now, you won’t believe me the position he’s in. He finally said that I am right. I am not saying that as a victory to me, but it’s just a good foresight. Everyone isn’t aimless, look at our friend…” he pointed his hand to her.

“Don’t bring my reasons…”

“No. It’s not an embarrassment to make a right choice. Besides, who am I to judge you. I am not offending you, my friend. But you must be able to grasp the reality of the situation. And for the toast,

‘To us for making money’.” said his friend.

“Fancy that…” she said, clipping their glasses.

The third one finally raised his glass and said,

“Sure.”

 

-Cont’d

-Thank you for reading.

#while i’m away…

Once I’ve read that when little things make you happy, you can seek a paradise for yourself. Though I couldn’t map an exact context of the read, it had a great impact on me.  How couldn’t they…?

Writing a novel is more like a sailing a small boat in the middle of an ocean. Nobody would challenge you yet your free will entice you. It might be a passion, but more of the credit belongs to positivity. Although passion might make you row for several hours, a slight desperation for an invisible target would get you disappointed. Whether you find yourself as a Gulliver on the other side or not, It wouldn’t matter. A writer must always keep writing.  How couldn’t they…?

I have started my journey about a year ago, in a small boat with a strong arm. It is about the journey of a reporter and her boy in a chaotic world. While I am away, writing a piece of my novel, she called me after a long time. The character of which the ‘reporter’ is based on.., The brief moments of her talk made me realize that those little things weren’t just a coincidence.

…….

Thank you for reading…

And I took the liberty to compose the first Kindle edition on few of my short stories.

 

 

 

#how I found ‘Captains courageous’

We always feel lucky to see the part of the world that inspires us.

I must say that I am quite grateful to breathe and see the works of David Fincher. Maybe he has captured every situation of our lives.

I happened to rush down four stairs of our office building on the evening of July the 12th. As the memory pushed me to remember my forgotten charger, I have no chance but to climb the stairs. It took another half an hour as my boss insisted on listening to his brilliant idea. As I have an enough comfort to leave the building,

Poets would have described the evening as calm as still water until it went cats and dogs. It came to a halt only to show me that I had no money in my pockets. I walked to the nearest ATM and as it was a late evening, it consists of notes worth two thousand rupees. My eyes left the calm mood and began to find a way to get enough money for bus fare. It found the nearest bookstore midst the soaking weather,

“What do you want, brother..?” A young man asked, only after he removed his headset.

“Uh…That book” directed to the extreme left.

The shopkeeper gave a smile at the two thousand rupee note in my hand for a book worth about fifty rupees.

“You could’ve asked for a change,..” he said to me while I was leaving the store.

That is how I’ve got Rudyard Kipling’s Captain’s Courageous and the currency notes suitable for my bus fare…

Only If I haven’t forgotten the charger,

Only If the ATM had one more hundred currency left,

Only If I haven’t had an impression that no one would give me a change for two thousand rupee note,

Only If I haven’t been kind to offer thirty rupees to a beggar on the morning run,

I wouldn’t have got the book.

It is an exact replica of a scene from the 2008 movie named ‘The curious case of Benjamin Button’ directed by David Fincher.

The book isn’t the greatest read but the process is…

To think of various perceptions and get to know the importance of every moment…

I began to think that it might be how I’ve started to write quarterly stories.

 

Thank you for reading…

 

#this is a good day to start…

So happened on the night of February, the 17th.

I find myself asking the same question for the past few days.

“Can I become a writer? ”

I hardly wrote a dozen articles and a story(to develop into a novel). The inertia of motion is always greater than any force thereafter. Comments on my life from others is never a concern. But emotions are the dangerous thing. I am always aware of what they can lead to.

Events that happened in my life triggered the possibilities. After 20 years of being a survivor on earth, I finally found that there is a life. Life before death as a virtue of joy. There happen to be a zillion possibilities to end a life but one possibility to lead a life. A life with no regrets. The perspective of people always mention differences in possibilities of life, but they all unite under one community.

The process of doing the work I respect may be the best religion found so far. Hitherto,  I decided to write as much as I intend to.

I may not find a suitable answer to my question. But I certainly can enjoy the journey awaiting ahead.

Thank you for reading….