Once upon a time in Delhi metro!

After a long and tiring day, I was on my way back home. The metro was crowded yet the three little kids could manage ample space to play, have fun and show love and affection to each other even in the suffocating claustrophobic metro train.

The eldest was a boy around 10 years old. He had those induced leadership qualities to get conformation from his mother.

The second child was a girl, 8 year old, she was an inborn child, and she was creative on her own playing with anything at all that could probably be used for playing.

The third one was a girl around 5 years old. She was the apple of everyone’s eyes. Both the elder brother and sister were very caring and loving towards her.

The trio were happy in their own world.  Their mother was standing during the journey, somehow standing in pain to provide comfort to her children. Somehow she could manage to arrange only one seat for three of them to sit. But, the eldest one was the most caring and loving towards his younger siblings, he made them sit on his lap. One leg with 20kg and one leg with 35kg girl. The boy was probably 40kg!

All of the sudden the youngest one got up from his lap and started playing and dancing with the pole in the metro compartment. The boy himself missing all the fun under the shadow of being the eldest one, said very sweetly, “sit, don’t play, you will get vertigos like this.. Sit you might fall.. Be careful..”, he was very protective, but the little girl could not miss the fun, she ignored whatever he was saying and smiled and continued playing and running around the pole.  

The little girl pulled the elder girl to join her in the game, but the elder girl could not stay away from the love and words of the elder brother…! So she went back and sat on his lap.

The little girl continued her play, clanged to her mother, hugged her, hugged her brother and sister, and kept dancing here and there in the train.

The most beautiful scene was then, when she very beautifully hugged her brother and sister at the same time and kissed them one by one. The elder gave her the same. Three of them held each other like that for several seconds. I was mesmerized by the incredibly beautiful and adorable scene until the lady sitting next to me, 50 year old elegant lady said to me, “bhai behen mein kitna pyaar hota hai chote hote hu” (siblings love each other so badly in younger age). I was still looking at the children and without paying attention to lady, unconsciously I repeated what she said, “chote hote hue” (in younger age!). the lady said, ”bade ho ke pata nahi kya ho jata hai sabko” (don’t know what happens to them when they grow up). I looked at with black face when I was shocked to what I just heard from her. kept looking at the floor and thinking what she said till announcement in metro said,” Next station is G.T.B nagar”, and I DE-boarded the train.

"KapOOr" with a "Double-O" ..!!!

Socializing among people in college, I met a guy who is friend of my friend, he is among those people who try to sound funny and intellectual at the same time(mind it.. "try to"). He asked me regarding my family history and was trying to show that he is a mobile encyclopedia having all knowledge in this world regarding the relation between "last name" of a person and "history of family".

He asked me out of a very brief discussion about me, "okay so Miss. Paritoshika Kapoor, which "Kapoor" are you?"

(there are only one kind of Kapoor I know, but it is written in two ways, Kapoor and Kapur), I looked at him with an expressionless face and said, "The 'Kapoor' with a double-'O' !!!". He was quite for sometime processing what I said and this silence broke into laughter when people around us who were earlier listening to our conversation with great interest started laughing.. I too laughed with them wondering what was so funny about it, like an embarrassed cat joining other cats in a bumper meal.

I came back home, still thinking "what was so funny about it?" For a moment a "?-mark" stuck in my mind, "I hope I did not say anything offending!"

I rushed to the laptop next to me and searched "double O" I could not make out anything .. so finally I decided and convinced myself, "okay let me search for its image, may be I can understand at least a bit of the joke.!! and if anything "A" certified flashed.. I promise I will close my eyes ;)

I was stunned to see what I located after a day long "?-mark" in my mind...

Reference: here

You too have a look at it :)

 Double-O-Arch in Arches National Park in Southwestern USA :)
So that's how it becomes "Kapoor" with "Double-O" :D

Rahul, the special Guy!

He entered with his father, he was wearing spectacles on his round cute face with an unusual cute smile.white shirt neatly tugged in his black trousers.

He sat beside doctors chair and before anything about his health he said "I was selected in I.T.I" then he pointed at his father and said.. "He did not provide me admission there."

The doctor asked him, "why so?"

His father said nothing and Rahul (the guy) kept quite waiting for his father to speak, when his father said nothing Rahul started again, in a very polite and intellectual tone "see I scored 72 in maths and 65 in physics, now I want to do aeronautics.

The doctor questioned "what will you do after doing aeronautical??"

Rahul answered that he will blast!

The doctor was amused and interrogated, "where will you blast?, in Pakistan?"

Rahul said, "No, in China!"

Doctor said, "How will you do that?"

Rahul in a very innoscent voice, trying to be very logical said," why should I tell you?, do you tell me for what you are giving me all those medicines?

The doctor replied, "I am not hiding it, its written on the consulting slip."

The doctor checked his medicines and made the minute changes required and asked Rahul to consult me.

Rahul on a stool placed beside my chair.

I asked him, "What happened to you?"

He said nothing and grabbed all the medical reports kept in a folder from his father and held the folder to me saying , "have a look."

I said, "I dont want to see this. I want to hear from you".

He took out one of the consulting slip, there was something like a graph drawn as he said.. it was a chart regarding his behaviour

......................... feb 05
........ ................|'''''''''|.................... .......|'''''''''|...........................
.......|.......| ..........................|.......|
........aug'o4


He pointed at aug'04 and said....."august 2004 that day I had an exam, it did not go well! Then I was fine in between and then on feb 05 I was very good in studies.

I kept listening to him then I took that card from him and he said,"the rest of the details you will write."

I said nothing and kept that card in his folder.

I asked his father, "about his case history, and Rahul contradicted before his father could say anything!

"Don't ask him, I am telling you" was Rahul's prompt interruption.

I said ,"I will ask you rahul, let me ask your father first."

He nodded and stayed quit for a while.

His father said, "his mood swings, he has temper tantrums, and sometimes he is very aggressive.. though it has been controlled by medication so its in residual form now"

All the symptoms of bi-polar mania, I said to myself.

The conversation with his father was still on while rahul interrupted, "take my I.Q test."
I looked at him he seemed to be mild retarded . I felt sad for him, and looked firmly and deeply in his eyes, saying "you don't need I.Q test, you are really intelligent."

Rahul had counter questions to everything, he said, "then how will i decide which field I should opt? I am planing to go for electronic."

I was fled by his cognitive process, its desire to live life like a normal 19 year old do.

While on the contrary his failure to do so, because he was not like us, he was special he was not special by birth or by right! He was special out of his genes and environment.... all factors contributed to make him special.

I kept looking at him, he was noticing everything in the cabin, I felt his eyes set on my abnormal psychology book kept on the table, he said, "tell me what should I go for? Should I do Psychology? Its because my mother is having psychological problem, when I was in 4th standard my mother felt ill psychologically, I will study psychology and cure her..

Before he fall into emotions and conflicts with himself about what he should do. I asked him "do you eat toffee?" he said "no".

I showed him my clenched fist and opened it in front of him, his eyes sparkled, he looked at me smiling. I asked him, "take it".

He took the toffee and said thanks. I said okay now go back home and take medicine on time. He nodded and said bye.

I was bit exhausted. I picked my cell phone and went out of the room. I was roaming in the corridor and talking to my sis on phone. Somebody showed a pendrive hanging from a thread in front of my eyes, I looked up a to the person.. It was rahul, I asked him,"What is this Rahul?"

He said, "you take it and listen to it!"

I said Rahul I am having one like this at my home, I will listen to it. okay..

He nodded and waved good bye to me and left.

I continued my conversation on phone.

Author's Note: Environmental and genetic factor's contribute to ones behavioral tendencies and personality traits. We all are normal and we have a few special people around. We should equally respect them and acknowledge the existence of their special feelings! If not genetically we can atleast contribute to environmental well being of people around.

Thats how "You" and "I" are never the same.

You may know me, you may not know me.

It depends on the face you see.

You may think I am rude and proudy,

That could be because you were gaudy.

You may think I am sweet and cute,

It depends on the word execute.

You may think I am bad,

This could be because I was mad.

You may think I am happy and lucky,

This could be because when you met me, I was having my favourite truffle in cuppy.

You may think I raise my brows often,

Well that could be just reflex action.

You may think I roll my eyes on whatever you say,

But I may defend my self by saying, “I don’t care”.

You may think I have attitude,

That is because I don’t owe your gratitude.

You may think I show you weird expressions,

But that’s what you can get from your useless questions.

You may think I don’t understand,

That’s because I don’t want to take it, where you stand.

You may think whatever you want,

I can only say,

It does not bother me…

I am who I am and someone who you can never be.

STRANGERS

They say they are not good
They say they are not bad
I say they are you

I say they are new

We say why wont one should talk to...

You were also i stranger when i first met you.

Strange is the feeling which we all have,

When we met anyone for the first time.

The first impression decides whether we will go on or move on...
Because no one knows anyone since they are born.

But still..

They say they are not good

They say they are bad

I say they are you

I say they are new

But now somehow. i dont care

If you are a stranger, if you are new to me...

Lets wait and watch whats in our destiny.

Say it proudly- I have a desire

A frustrated mind,
sometimes the most destructive sometimes the most creative
Creativity is the need on an hour
The need to change and a need to be called.
Sometimes it’s a fire sometimes itself a desire.

Destructiveness sometimes is the most important tool for the most creative thing
Sometimes it takes more than required
and sometimes it goes out of attire.
Sometimes you answer unasked questions
and sometimes you look for most understood questions.
The good and the bad are something apart.
this is what takes unbelievable path.

It can make true the dream, what you desire.
You have to reach the aim until your motivation expires.

Sometimes before you even think that you are frustrated.
Give it a chance to create what you could have created.

All you need to do is be frustrated... have a desire, have that fire, have a perfect attire... that helps you fulfill what the universe conspire.

NOW THAT YOU ARE GONE......

Days were numb and nights were blue.

Don't know about you but my love was true.

What happened to you.

I have no clue.

We were the perfect doe.

Those were the feeling I had just for you.

You were changed in a flash of second, it created all hue.

You and me in our world made of bond like jew.

All this was so good, so out of usual, out of view.

Its you and only you, who mean a lot to me

I really do yeah, I really do..

I really loved you.

Sometimes I have a question for myself..

Is this really true.

You left me.. was it really love or fallacy for you.

Because I had just a few speicial feelings just for you.

I am sure but you are not with me now..

Who should I tell I really loved you.

In the darkness of night I pray if I could,

Bring back the time when we were good.

I loved you more than anyone on earth ever could.

P.S- written on behalf of a good friend..!!!