Little Shining Star

Things are not what they used to be,  

They have changed like the seasons 

Time has gone when we always used to talk, 

While now we don't without reasons 

Tied to me you are going away 

Wait, you will break the rope, 

Even I tried to forget you, 

But I could not just lose the hope 

I have drowned into the fear now 

Too deep inside  

Afraid to express the feeling 

For what I am dying 

The bright sun is setting now  

Telling me not to travel far 

But am still walking in the dark 

Chasing the LITTLE SHINING STAR.

"Occupation, our only occupation."

My mind was preoccupied with some thoughts while I was rushing for work in the morning. I reached the railway station and was waiting for the train to arrive. I was standing by the edge of the platform and was listening to my favourite number with the earphones plugged in.  

The empty station was soon occupied with hundreds of people as the train was close to arrive. Everyone was eagerly waiting for the train. If the train was on time everyone would reach their destination on time but if the train was late, no one gave you a damn for that excuse of being late. 

I looked at the indicator, the time was 9.58 and I could see the train entering the station. The train, not even halted that the people started jumping inside in a hurry to occupy the seat, not only to occupy the seat but to occupy the one at the window. No one cared if their shirt got torn or the lately polished shoes got dirty again while entering the crowded train. The first thing in the to- do list was to occupy a window. The train halted for few seconds and speeded for the next station. 

I was standing at the door still listening to some good songs that gave me energy and helped me to deal with the morning blues. The next station arrived. I was worried as I saw a herd of people jumping into the train. I would probably lose my place at the door which I had some how occupied.  

The people jumped in, I was pushed in and some other fellow occupied my place. I decided to stand in the corner.  

Later at the next station I noticed that the fellow who had occupied my place at the door was now struggling to retain it. He knew that he would get pushed in and lose the place but somehow he was able to secure it. 

Now I was imagining this world, this life like a train. The instances that took place till now were so similar to the life that we lead. 

I saw a student standing and reading  a book. May be he was revising for his exam. May be he was preparing to occupy the best rank in his college. As my station was close, I removed the earphones and kept them in my bag.  

I overheard a bunch of train mates discussing on their salary and the designation. Everyone was bulling about their growth, anticipating for more. 

My station arrived, I got down. Walking on my way to the office I realized how no one is different from other. Everyone wants to occupy the best possible place. Someone want to occupy that one seat at the window, someone wants to occupy the best place in the class, someone wants to get admission in the best college in the world, someone wants to occupy the best position in the office, someone wants to secure the best salary package while someone one wants to occupy a safe place in someone's heart. 

In the long run if we ask ourselves "What is our occupation?" answers like doctor, engineer, banker or student won't justify the question. The best answer is "Occupation, our only Occupation." 

An evening at the tea stall

Standing at the tea stall in the market area I was sipping my cutting chai and it tasted great. The boiling tea released a strong aroma of ginger in the air and I could also feel the mild flavour of green cardamom on my tongue. It almost flew away the sleep from my eyes.

Sipping the tea looking at the shops around I felt that the market was not so crowded as always. Finishing half of the tea I told the chaiwala to parcel one more for my Pappa and again got busy looking around enjoying the sight.

As I was about to leave a guy came to the stall with two girls. The boy ordered one tea and the other girl checked if the boy has told the chaiwala to make it one by two. As one of the girl was not having tea the reason she gave them was her overweight. She was having a good height and was little fat with hair tied back in a pony. She seemed very uncomfortable about her weight. She was talking to them about gym and dieting.

The boy with them was like a small giant, height which was not suiting his overall physique, not a very fresh face, he had combed his hair parting it from the middle, a little sweat all over his face which he was not wiping. In short he was not a very pleasant looking person.

Then my eyes went on the third girl. She was standing with her back towards me but I could clearly see the short curly hair just covering her neck.

I apparently knew that she was very beautiful. I just looked here and there and again looked at her trying to see her face. She was busy having tea and talking with her friends. I just moved around with tea in my hand to see her face clearly. Chatting with her friends she turned slightly towards the tea stall and now I could clearly see her face.

She was looking gorgeous. A short- heighted girl wonderfully dressed in a Pink T-shirt and jeans. The kohl she was wearing in her eyes complemented her fairness.

I looked at her then looked away, looked at her then looked at the chaiwala packing my tea. Looked at her, looked at the shops around.

Only quarter cup of my tea was left but this girl was so amazing that my heart was not ready to leave, I had already started thinking of her as my dream girl, yeah a girl I was always looking for, a girl which will suit me.

With one sip of tea left in the glass I started sipping it drop by drop just to pass time. Looking around and looking at her friends and then at her.

Finally it was time to leave though I didn't wanted to. Chaiwala had my parcel ready, I made the payment and was leaving.

My heart still lost in that moment, I could hardly step ahead to leave the place. My eyes could hardly get off her.

As I was stepping out from the place I saw a vendor selling flower bouquets. He had set the bouquets on the rack for display through which I discovered a passage giving a glimpse of her. I stopped for a moment, looked at her and walked with the memories.