Imagination #18 ~Everything you can imagine is real.~

“Everything you can imagine is real.”

Aoun was going through his news feed when he came across this line posted by one of his countless unknown facebook friends. He didn’t agree to that. He thought it’s just in the minds of the people. There are no real life mermaids, and time machine, obviously doesn’t exist.

“Truth of the universe.” commented by Minal Haider. He replied to her comment, “Universe is science and imaginations are mere thoughts.” He took a sip from his coffee and continued checking other posts.

A notification popped up. The girl had replied back, “Thoughts are scientific. They aren’t verified, that’s it.” He thought about it for a second. “They are not verified because they cannot be proved.” He clicked onto her name in order to check her profile.

Minal Haider 20 years old, from Karnataka, has interest in music and books, and has a profile picture of some Korean actress with a cover photo of the night sky. “Unrealistic species.” he said to himself. Another notification, “Proof is just for the world. Do you really think humans are descendents of apes? And even if it is so, where did apes come from? What about Adam and Eve? One theory doesn’t leave scope for another. People just believe what’s easy to prove. This doesn’t mean other things are unreal.”

“Interesting character.” he thought. He opened up the chat window, “But that doesn’t mean EVERYTHING is real.”

Minal: Of course it is. How did you start imagining about something which isn’t real? There must be something which triggered your thought, which is, in fact real.

Aoun: For example?

Minal: A dream, or a cloud or may be some oil spilled on the road. You might have seen the spilled oil and thought about a river flowing through a valley, which had such contrasting colors.

Aoun: Just because you thought about it, doesn’t mean it’s real. And anyway, where would anyone find a river which had colors like the spilled oil?

Minal: There might be. We haven’t discovered it yet.

Aoun: So then, you do believe in mermaids and fairy tales as well?

Minal: No, I don’t. But you never know, they may as well exist.

Aoun: Diplomatic. You just don’t want to give up.

Minal: Why should I, when I know it’s true.

Aoun: It is not. You just think it is.

Minal: I think it is, because, it actually is.

Aoun: My god! You are crazy.

Minal: Now that is another truth without a verified proof.

Aoun: Haha.. It seems like you imagine a lot.

Minal: Yes. It’s my favorite time of the day.

Aoun: Everyday thing ha?

Minal: Yeah!

Aoun: You’ve got an interesting personality. What do you do then; apart from imagining?

 Minal: I’m a student.

He was about to type and she replied back again.

Minal: Hey, I’ll see ya someday; bit busy right now. It was nice talking to you J

Aoun: Same here.

He didn’t have any thought in his head, he just smiled. He went onto check her profile again in hope of finding some more information about her. Just then, he saw a message notification.

Minal: And, by the way, there is a river by the name ‘Cano Cristales’ in Columbia. You might want to Google about it.

She went offline after that. He typed the name of the river in the search box of the browser. The river changed colors in accordance with the bed throughout the year, which made it look yellow, green, blue, black and especially red. It was commonly called the ‘Liquid Rainbow’ or the ‘River of five colors’. He smiled looking at the pictures. “You’re right. Not completely though.” He said as though speaking to her.

And thus, another story began…

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Imaginatio #17 ~Ten Minutes~

“TG, right?”, I turned around as I heard the voice from behind me. What I saw next made my heart want to come out of my mouth that very instant. He raised one of his eyebrows. My face had a puzzled look. “TG is it?”, he preferred asking again. Damn girl, just say an yes, my inner self kicked me virtually. “Ye-Yes” Thank god. “Mind if I sit? You do remember me right?” How could I not! I couldn’t believe it was him, standing in front of me… sitting now, actually. “Anwar, of course”, I said, trying not to sound ‘desperate’ if I be bold to admit that. “The flight’s late by an hour and you seem to be the only one I know here”, he said as he pulled in his seat close. I could only smile as I was busy trying not to drool over this fucking handsome guy whose steaming temperatures might burn me in a second. “Are you on the same flight?” He asked me taking off his ticket. I looked at it, “Yeah.” “That’s nice.”He said and there was a prolonged gap of silence. I was having              conversations with my own self, as to what I should be talking to my long lost high school crush. And he might be thinking that I wasn’t interested in talking to him as he had yakked a lot comparatively and I hadn’t replied well. Just blather something. This might be the only chance you got. I opened up my mouth and there came a “Hi” from behind me. A girl came rushing towards him and gave him a hug along with a small peck on his lips. “This is TG, my junior from high school. And this is Natasha, my love, my life.” Junior from high school? That’s it??? And she “my love, my life” How awful!  “I’ll see you in the flight then.” He said as he got up from the chair, with his hand clenched to her waist. I raised my head, “Bye” That was all I could say. I thought I was getting a chance to impress my crush but it was just another moment meant to crush me. He would have at least introduced me as his friend, if I had responded in a better way. What better would that have done any way? She would still be ‘My love, my life’. Ugh! I hate this. I stood up stumbling my feet trying to push the ground beneath me. I strolled towards the cafeteria. There was a tap on my shoulder, “I think you dropped this”. I didn’t know if I had dropped what the guy assumed me dropping; but he had certainly made me drop my jaw all at once. “Your tickets, I guess.” I took them, “Yeah, thank you.” “Mind joining me for a cup of coffee?” I’d be termed a certified idiot if I had said ‘no’ to this fucking handsome guy with steaming temperatures, good enough to burn me in a second. Heard that line somewhere K “Sure” I uttered and he led me to a small table at the corner. 

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Untold Feelings

A new feeling is born when one person’s existence affects another. These feelings become the reason for something everlasting. In the course of these, there comes a time when they break you. The broken pieces themselves ask us ‘Why does it hurt so much?’ and we hang down with the hope that they’ll return to us and sew up the fragments.

The chirping evening birds made me happy. Those were the early teen days, I just turned twelve and life seemed different. I had all these new concepts laid down in front of me, exciting each atom inside my body. I was at my grandma’s house and saw him there for the first time. It was a sight which wasn’t able to find its way out of my head. I could not stand still, whenever he passed by me. I was intoxicated. His intense eyes wanted me to kiss them compassionately. The way he spoke made my body vibrate at once. He bribed my heart and I had my first crush.

I was in ninth grade. I decided I was older enough to handle this. I sneaked in my mom’s cell and tried contacting him. Luckily, it went well. We began from strangers and ended up being friends; sharing secrets and having long conversations at night. I still didn’t know if he had any feelings for me, but I had already reached the depth. This irresistible crush had already gotten me fall for him in love.

Days passed and I fell harder. He made me feel complete. I wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him; love him. I wanted to scream my name with his and shout out my love for him. Shout out that no one could love him more than I did. But I couldn’t. All I could do was bounce from one place to another so that he could stay in front of me the whole day. I’d heard eyes were the first speakers of the language called love. I tried talking to him that way but for some reason it didn’t work. I was unable to resist the pain that struck me, when he used to wave off without getting wind of those unsaid words. Time was running and I was getting nervous.

It was somebody’s marriage at his house. This made me plan our own wedding. I couldn’t wait any longer, to let him know my feelings. I wanted him to cuddle me and say that he would never leave me. Imagining about us was what I did when he wasn’t in front of me. I wanted to make things right. I knew I had to take the first step. I decided proposing him.

To Be Continued..

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Imagination #13 ~The Infinite loop called KARMA~ Part II

Before going through this part, make sure you know what's in her heart as well.
Link to the first part: http://styzie.blogspot.in/2015/03/imagination-13-infinite-loop-called.html

This kills me but I have to do it. The pain is so strong that it is unable for me to stand still. There isn’t any escape; I was waiting for this day. Why is it so difficult for me to recall the fact I did this?

Have I? No! I can’t love her. She is the reason my brother died. She didn’t kill him but it was her who was responsible for the suicide he committed.

Last few days I forgot what I was here for. I kissed her forehead and hugged her every day without fail. That was definitely not part of the plan. I didn’t regret any of that but at night I knew my heart was drifting. Why does it feel as though I cannot decide? It shouldn’t be happening. I have to, have to leave her. That is the reason I came into her life; to make her realize what rejection felt like.

She is shattered. Her eyes are swollen and her face sweaty. Her cheeks are occupied by the salty water from her eyes. They aren’t pink anymore. I had always wanted to have this sight in front of me. At this moment, it feels so wrong. My heart is crying out and wants me to hug her like yesterday, wipe those tears and kiss all over her round face. How can it even think of such a thing? Five years and it forgot that she was the reason my brother left. What about his soul which was supposed to be at peace? Am I not killing him again by having feelings for his murderer?

‘What about our baby?’ something from inside asked me. Was it her fault that your brother fell in love with her mother? Was it her fault that her mother loves you? And is it her fault that she is your daughter; that she is a part of you?

I fell on my knees unable to bear all that was going through my head. I cannot denude the love for my daughter. The love for her mother somewhere had a hint of artificial behavior. But her… it was all pure. The thought of her in pain makes me shiver. Each and every cell inside my body is trying to pierce me apart for having bought tears in her eyes. Will she ever forgive me after knowing all that I have done to her mother? Will she ever consider me as her dad again? Will she even consider me?

So many questions and I don’t have answer for even one of these. No! I cannot do this. I Love my wife and I cannot live without our daughter either. Let me go to my brother and tell him that I accomplished the mission he trusted me upon.

All these thoughts occupied his mind. He walked to the table, took the knife and sliced his wrist in seconds. His wife ran to him and tried stopping the pool of blood that he lay in. The frock his daughter wore had stains of her origin all over it. He lifted his right hand and placed it over his wife’s cheek who was soon going to be a widow, ‘I have to leave for hell. I deserve this.’ He said and fainted. She cried harder and shouted, “No, no, no, no! Please no!”

Audio version: www.soundcloud.com/thaseen-ganguli/the-infinite-loop-called-karma-part-ii

Link to the third part:  http://styzie.blogspot.in/2016/04/imagination-13-infinite-loop-called.html

 
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Imagination #15 ~The Call~

“… and then she broke her heel and tumbled over. Her expression was hilarious.” Simran said all at once and burst out laughing. We all joined her. “Guys guys, ssshhh… Is anybody playing a song?” said another friend. I tried controlling my laugh to figure out the melody. The tune seemed familiar. “I have heard that somewhere. Oh gosh! That’s my phone.” I said as I rushed through the class and the others roared with laughter.

It wasn’t difficult searching the cell as thankfully, I left it on the general mode unlike every day. I had put it in the tiny pocket attached to the side of my slang bag. As I took it out and looked at the screen, my senses stopped working suddenly. It was written ‘IronMan’ with a picture of the metal frame staring at me with affinity.

I stroked my eyes hard and peeped in again. I felt as though I was dreaming. No I wasn’t, the device was still ringing. I slid the pointer to right and held it over to my ear. Nothing came from the other side for the first five seconds. I checked the screen, the call was still on. “H…h…hello?” I said. “Hello.” It was him. Oh my god! He has actually called me; my head was clustered with thoughts. My lips went numb. “Hello?” he said again. I repeated after him, clearly this time, less stammering. “Is this TG speaking on the other side?” He knows my name?  I am so going to faint after this. “Yea” I said trying to hide the nervousness off my voice. “This is Fahri Abdullah. You are the blogger called StyZie right?” He said with a mixed potion of professionalism and depth in his voice. Goodness! He even knows about my blog? I’m definitely in an alien world. “Yeah” I said with a tone of curiosity. “You have been selected by the committee to be a part of the editing team for the Annual College Magazine.” I came back into the reality, “What? Magazine?” “Yes. You write all of those posts right?” He inquired. “Yeah… I mean no, not all. Some of them are written by my friend Mesha. I edit it all at the end.” “Okay. There’s a meeting at the auditorium in ten minutes. Be there if you’re interested. You can bring in your friend as well.” “Oh, Okay. I’ll be there.”

He ends the call but the phone is still stuck to my ear. I talked to Fahri. Fahri-The guy of my dreams! He was my latest crush and the fact that he had my number and we had a two-minute conversation was difficult to digest. Simran had already entered the class. “What happened? Why do you look so stunned?” She questioned. My mouth was open and my facial expression had a hint of excitement and anxiety. “Guess who just called? Make the wackiest guess.” I said. “Don’t tell me! Are you serious??” She knew it already. Anyone would know that by the way I was having my hands up in the air and eyes popping out. I gave her a continuous nod with those flashed eyes and wide mouth. “No! He called? Why? What did he say” She flooded the room with questions. “They selected me for the editing team along with Mesha. I need to be at the auditorium in ten minutes. I got to go…” I ran half completing the sentence, searching for Mesha.

I went up to the auditorium and found the door to be half open. I could no longer hold the feverishness. My palms began sweating much more than normal. Mesha opened the door as I was so nervous that I couldn’t even move an inch. It was completely empty. Forget about the sight of a human being; that dusty space wouldn’t even have the attention of the birds. I was bewildered from what I saw. Mesha turned towards me. She had a ‘is this a prank?’ look on her chubby face. I gave her an ‘I am innocent’ look in return. I don’t know how much did she believe. All she did was drag me back to the class.

I unzipped my bag and took my phone. Unlocking it, I checked the call log. I had goose bumps when I saw no call recorded. How was this possible? My brain was completely out of the situation. How can he not call me and talk that long? I called up a mutual friend in hope of having all this sorted. All he did was complicate it further. According to him, Fahri wasn’t even in the college.

I sat on the benches in the lawn. There were students enjoying the recess in their own unique way. I closed my eyes trying to make sense out of everything. I looked at the sky and the similar colored arched roof. There was a thin line separating it from the sky making it difficult to tell if it was the dome or the sky. I unlocked my phone again. There wasn’t a single clue which could solve the case. A ringtone which everyone heard, his name on the phone’s screen, the voice which made way through my ear, the empty auditorium along with my friend’s unusual confirmation. All of this made me feel like a psycho who imagined her dreams to be true. How could I talk to him on the phone without the call? How?  

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Straight from the Diary #2

‘I do not know where to start from.’ The same line to begin with- Life, has turned out what I didn’t think of… No, it’s not bad, but I cannot term it as the best either. Well, it isn’t even balanced.

Even while writing this, I’m drifting a lot. Texting, gossips, etc., they don’t want to go out. Nor do I want to let it out. But, I don’t want it to be the only thing. I solve their problems. Have started giving advices like a pro and I’m not aware of what must be the first step towards the new old me.

I’m not lost; it’s just that it’s not the same. When I look back, somewhere I feel, I would have done things in a different way. Sooner do I realize that those are the reasons for me to be this way; and I love the way it is.

The transformation from the shy, unaware chubby little girl to practical, cheerful grown up introvert (would be lady) seems like a fairytale. Not only do I seem to unlock the mystery of my existence, but I do help others find theirs.

People often consider me as a person, who should accept what they try to impose. And then, they call me arrogant, egoistic and proud. I don’t think it’s a sickness to ‘Love yourself’. If you think so, then you’re the one who is retarded.

Yes, I am this. I can’t pretend. Call me whatever you want to. You know what, I fucking don’t care.

Okay… I know the topic drifted a lot from ‘a talk with me’ to a ‘middle finger at your face’. Truly speaking, this is when it’s right. This is when it actually comes out naturally without much examination. And this is how life has become… It comes in through and paints me with whatever color it likes. And I, like a sincere blank paper accept each font with utmost grace – The thing I love about myself.

Audio version: https://soundcloud.com/thaseen-ganguli/straight-from-the-diary-2

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