Nobody Cares. (Guest Post #4)

          I haven't done guests posts in a while. So here's a wonderful poem by Ravindra Shenolikar, who's my father. He had written a guest post titled Spontaneity earlier. Today he showed me this and I was ecstatic after reading it. Truth flows from every word in the poem. Here it goes...

Deep down it so hurts.

No one knows, nobody cares.

The face only tells lies

Don't look into my eyes

You might see a world

Full of fears

No one knows, nobody cares.

They see your power and pelf

But don't know your self

Somebody laughs

Someone sneers

No one knows, nobody cares.

In parties and in bars

In suits and swanky cars

A high life but

No one shares

No one knows, nobody cares.

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Friendships That Last. (Monday Moments #44)

          It was a girls’ night out. All 4 girls in the group were committed. They all had a sweet love story of their own. That night though, they decided to keep away their phones and just enjoy the true spirit of friendship. They all decided to cook together. One of them got drinks, one got the material to cook, one brought movies and the last one brought some games. They were all thrilled to meet after a month. They talked about how tough their jobs were, how loving their partners were, how bickering their parents were and how much they missed each other. There was a time when they used to have wild sleepovers where they would have breakdowns or total drunk scenes or binge movie watching. But, as years passed, their talks became more soulful. They understood each other like no one else could. Sure, they'd still get high and do crazy things. But, that was only after their discussions about life and thoughts. One of them said, "My boyfriend doesn't have many friends. None of his friends ever stayed with him for longer than 1 or 2 years. So, today as I was leaving, he said how lucky I am to have such friends. But, you know, friendships don't last. Marriages do. Then I said, Prajakta has been my friend since 25 years. Surbhi since 16 years and Akshita since 20 years. So, precious friendships do last."

Surbhi said, "Has it really been that long? Wow!"

"I know, right? I'm just so glad to have you all in my life. I don't know where I'd be without you three."

"I love you all."

"Cheers to our friendship!"
In that moment, they were just relishing all the memories of the past many years and looking forward to being with each other for the rest of their lives. The girls might have found their life partners but they were each others' soul mates.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)

Promises. (Monday Moments #43)

          They were best friends. They were nothing alike but they were also not that different. Their likes and dislikes differed but their passion towards them was on the same level. She talked about music just as passionately as he talked about web design. Her hatred for ragging was as intense as his hatred for inequality. Her addiction for speed was just as powerful as his addiction for smoking.

          They were sitting at a bar celebrating their sad and miserable lives. She told him, "I'm going to Pune with my friends on bike." Then he said, "Why do you have to go by bike? You know I get worried when you drive insanely." She said, "You know what? Why don't you quit smoking? I get worried when you smoke insanely." They knew they both couldn't give up on that but then she said, "You say that you smoke to die. So, I'll say that I speed to die too." He said, "But I might die after many years. You could die in a second," She said, "If you smoke less, then I'll drive slowly." He said, "Promise." She said, "Okay. Promise."

          And just like that, they promised each other something that they both needed to survive. They promised each other a little more of themselves for the other. They were best friends who behaved like lovers. He just wanted her to be safe. She just wanted him to be healthy. They just wanted the other to stick around for as long as possible. And they didn't see it any more than a promise. But, their friends who heard about their sweet promises wondered how silly it was that they didn't know that they loved each other when everyone else could clearly see it.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)

Compromise. (Monday Moments #42)

He wanted to get married and settle down immediately. She wanted to do a PhD and settle down only after 5 years.

He belonged to a loud and political family. She belonged to a quiet and sophisticated family.

He wanted to splurge on a pompous wedding. She wanted to splurge on travels after a simple registered wedding.

He wanted to live in a bungalow in the suburbs. She wanted to live in the city.

But, he loved her. And she loved him.

          Ever since they met, they had a spark. It was crazy to think that way, but they just knew that they had found their lover for life. If she was north pole, then he was the south pole. Their thinking never matched. Their lifestyles didn't match. Nothing matched but they did. It was the kind of love that destroys you but makes you want to live. Finally, a time came, when they had to sit down to have 'the talk' about their future. It all looked really bad. They discussed how they are such bad fits for each other but this thing called love makes the nonsensical sensible. Or other way round, there's no way to know. So, they decided to focus on their careers. She compromised by agreeing to get married after 2 years. He compromised by agreeing to a registered marriage. She compromised by agreeing to live in the suburbs. And just like that, there they were, all set to embrace their future. It wasn't the future they saw for their individual selves. But, it was the future they saw together for themselves. They realised how relationships are more than love, trust and care. They're also about compromises. He compromised. She compromised. At that moment, love triumphed over ego.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)

First Salary. (Monday Moments #41)

          It was the month end. She was hanging out with her best friends when her phone vibrated. Her account had been credited. She shouted out loud. She was beaming with happiness to have earned her first income! Ever since she graduated, she had doubts about whether to study further or start working. After half a year, she decided on doing a job. It was her first job but she didn't let it intimidate her. She was just a free spirit as she was before taking the job. Her friends thought that they wouldn't see her for weeks. But, even after working a long hard day, she always had the energy to meet them. Her parents thought that she was working too hard but it was just natural worrying that parents do. She went home and told her parents. They were delighted. Their little daughter had grown up. She had set a goal for herself, which was to be financially independent. Her parents were really proud of her. That day she took them out. She bought a saree for her mother, shirts for her father. Then, she took them out for dinner. They were a happy family that time. It was a precious moment. They talked about how the years went by so quickly. They reminisced about her past quirkiness, celebrated her present boldness and anticipated her future smartness. They remembered her first day at school, first award for topping the state, first scholarship and now her first salary. At that moment, they felt blessed for adopting a daughter. They somehow had a vibe that she was their bright future. People thought poorly of their decision. But, they knew it when she saw her. She was their 'one'.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)