Tuesday, February 28, 2012

And Let There Be Light!



1, 2, 3...

“Hey what are you doing?” She asked!

7, 8... counting words! Can't you hear?

But, you are counting numbers!

It's all the same... 15, 16, 17, 18...

I can't see anything! Stop counting and let me open my eyes.

22, 23, 24, 25, 26...

Hey! I'm talking to you.

Shut up and let me count... 33, 34, 35...

Jack? What kind of surprise is this? What are you doing?

Shhh... 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48...

If this is another one of those silly trick of yours, I'm gonna kill you!

51, 52, 53...

Fine! Go on...

57, 58, 59...

Jack?

Open your eyes!

She hesitantly opened her eyes very slowly.

“Oh Jack! I can see again! She cried out with joy. I can't believe it! I can...

She couldn't speak anymore. His two eyes were covered with bandage but he was smiling. That charming old smile she saw 11 years back before that car accident...

JACK!!! She screamed! Why did you do this?????? And broke down with tears.

Shhh... he touched her lips with his finger and whispered gently - “I wanted to write a short story in just one minute! Thank you for letting me complete it.”

Monday, February 27, 2012

For Whom The Bell Tolls



It's raining hard. I'm standing in a lone corner of the garden, staring at her for a long time. Will I go and propose to her? Will she accept it after so many years? Her husband and kids are there with her. Her family friends are also present. I cannot ruin her life like this! I definitely can't!

Damn! Why did I waste all these years and what am I doing here now? She could have been mine 8 years back on that rainy day in college. But, I was too busy with my career...

No! I cannot wait any longer. I don't care about social barriers. I need to confess my love to her. I need to let her know I'm still there for her...

I make up my mind and slowly walk towards her.

But it was too late. By then, the old priest had already covered her coffin!

To Read or Not to Read!



Why exactly are you here?

I may sound like a spiritual leader, but trust me I have no intention to be one. I just want to know, how you found my blog. How did you even know I exist? I guess Google… that backstabber is still directing people to my blog!

But, how can you do this to me? Yes, you! Do you have any idea how many valuable minutes of your life you are wasting here reading my blog? You know I’m not Shakespeare or any of his descendants. I’m not an established writer either. Then, why the hell on earth you are reading this crap post? Don’t blame me later that it was a complete waste of time. You can still go back to your own blog, or chat on Facebook, or any other place you want. But, once you start reading the next paragraph, there’s no way out! Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.

Good, you are paying more attention to this paragraph. You are curious to know what I’m going to share that will hold you back.

Wait a minute man! So you were reading the first few lines of this post with half attention? Look, you might not like my blog, but don’t disrespect it. I might not be a good writer as you are, perhaps my blog is not as popular as Seth Godin’s, but why will you make fun of it?

Oh ya? Now you will claim you never disliked my blog! Then, there’s a ‘Like’ button on the top right corner of this blog. It’s a list of people who love my blog! Are you in that list? No? Look at you, I’m speechless! You aver that you don’t dislike my blog, but you haven’t 'Liked' it either. Then what does that indicate? You are bullying me. You are swaggering this not-so-established blogger!

What? You are already ‘following’ my blog? You liked it long ago? Goodness!Even after that you were reading this post with half attention? What a cruel world! How could you? I cannot even trust my readers now? Do you know how happy I was when I saw you the first time on this blog? I felt like hugging you! I… I… well if you are a girl then I can even consider a kiss or two. But, look at you! You have crushed my happiness, hope, and graciousness just because my blog does not have a Google page rank!

So, now it’s coming to class division I see. You could have criticized me or post comments stating your dislikes. But first you were not paying enough attention, and then you made it clear that you don’t like my blog, and finally you are irritated because it does not have a Google page rank! What have I done to deserve this? Why did I even write this post?

You still want to know why?

I will tell you, but you have to wait for the next post! If you don’t… hey! Don’t run away! It’s OK… I didn't mean to… hey… come back!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Don't Logout, You Might Die!



One of those sleepless nights, when you cannot sleep and drag your bleary-eyed self over to the computer desk, and turn it on to find out which of your friends are online on Facebook. Somebody has poked you for no good reason, somebody has shared a bad joke on your wall, and somebody else is grumbling over a relationship that did not work. So, within seconds you forget that it's the middle of the night and start typing responses. You could not sleep, your eyes are tired. But, still your fingers can't stop moving over the keyboard. After going through a few more updates, you finally dragged the mouse pointer to the start menu and clicked on the shut down button...

Not until you return to your bed after a few more minutes, you realize you are addicted! You can't resist yourself checking out the notifications on Facebook from your mobile phone. In a contradictory state of mind, you picked up the mobile phone and logged in to Facebook again. Whoa! 4 new notifications already! One of your friends has mentioned you in a comment, one of them has directly posted on your timeline. A whole lot of excitements! Soon, you forget that you were trying to sleep and need to wake up early in the next morning. You forget the wise words your doctor told you about your late night socializing. You forget your real life existence. You forget you are a human being! And, your whole existence was personified as a two inch photo with a banner and a timeline.

About me: Look at me, I'm nude. No privacy!

Employers: Who cares when I can earn enough playing Farmville?

Favorite quote: “You're asking me to believe that the CFO of Facebook doesn't know how to change his relationship status on Facebook?”

Activities: Liking, disliking, poking, and sending random game requests.

Favorite movies: The Social Network

Lives in: Online

Is in a relationship with...

Wait! If this is what your life is all about, don't logout. You might die tonight. You don't exist in the real world. At least you don't want to. Your world is limited to a social media website with billions of other tiny thumbnail photos and timelines. You cry, smile, hangout, chat, love, stalk, abuse, curse, and have fun on Facebook. You don't exist outside the web. Billions have already started living, and you are a part of the whole family. Don't logout, you might die!

Friday, February 10, 2012

The Wizard is Back!



I don’t know what took me so long to write the first blog post of 2012. Some of my readers have been asking me for quite a long time, what happened to my blog? Why am I so silent?

I needed time. I was silent but not inactive. In this one month, a lot of things have changed. Change? Isn’t that constant? Yes, but sometimes when a lot of changes happen within a gap of just one month, then you are bound to notice it more than you ever do.

We change every single minute. Perhaps I’m sitting in front of my computer but the planet is moving constantly. It’s a matter of realization. How many times you consciously think in a day that you are walking, eating, sleeping, or even having sex on a planet that is moving continuously? If one day the speed of earth’s rotation suddenly gets doubled, you will notice the changes. Similarly, my life was changing at its own speed. But, suddenly one day I woke up and saw the world I used to live in is not the same world anymore. It has changed. And this time, completely for the better.

Very few of us can accept changes happily. I’m not an exception. At first, I could not believe that so many things can change so rapidly. Then, when I realized it has changed and I have nothing to do other than accepting them, I started cursing my luck. I could not realize earlier that I know so many swear words. I acted like a cry baby for a few days, spend some sleepless nights, could not eat some of my most favorite dishes, and did not answer my phone no matter who called. Trust me, if you ever want to learn how to repent and feel miserable for the full day, I can teach you better than anyone ever can.

My friends sometimes complain whiningly, I get bored too quickly. Luckily, this time my boredom acted like a knight in shining armor. Just like the day I found everything has changed around me, one fine afternoon, I realized I’m bored! Tremendously bored of living a life that is full of frustrations. Then it happened. A guy of 24 wanted to dance like one of those sexy cheerleaders of English Premiere League. Heck! Not for me, but for the amazing changes that made my life so colorful.

If the word “change” can be personified as a pretty girl, I felt like making love with her. If change is as tasteful as McDonald’s chicken nuggets, I’m ready for a happy meal. If change is like flying high without any strings attached to my legs, then I’m not a kite. I would love to be a Siberian migratory duck.

When the initial period of lunacy was over, my legs were aching, and I had to look for my inhaler. I was out of breath, but not out of mind. Within a few minutes I felt like dancing like a mountain goat (Well, I do have seen them dancing when I was a kid). But why? What’s the reason behind this inexhaustible energy and sudden insanity? I switched on my computer and started writing this post!

From my entire childhood, I have always chosen the wrong path. I started drinking at a very young age. I had physical relations at an age when most of my friends were scared of buying or renting porn CDs. I wanted to paint for the full day, but I had to study. I was supposed to go to Art College but I became a literature student. I didn’t even realize I was looking for someone special but end up falling for someone who was never mine. I wanted to do anything for her, but didn’t realize she already has everything. I was in search of someone who will understand me, but didn’t realize that no one… I mean it… no one will ever be able to understand my emotions, impracticality, dramatic thoughts, and absurd ideas.

I have done the same mistake, again and again. But, that’s not something I’m famous for. I write a blog named “Wizard is Back” because even after choosing the wrong path, I always took the right one. That is exclusively meant for me. It took me 1 month to realize that the changes I was repenting for, is here to help me. They are here to help me write… “Yes I was wrong, but now I can proudly say I’m back! Rather… the wizard is back.”