Our Worst Enemy

Under the sky, below the twinkling stars so high, we sit amidst the cool nature. Talking about life, philosophy, politics and just other random topics. I and Harry sit along the river side enjoying the calmness and the peace.

Spending a few moments in peaceful refreshment, we return back to our home while we race till the living room. Well, his fit body always leaves me behind in races. Never mind, I still enjoy the failure. We still washing our hands and legs and we hear, “Drop yourselves in kitchen boys, the dinner is ready.” Undoubtedly, it is ready as we let the delighting aroma in our nose that stimulates our hunger nerves.

There is surely some magic in mom’s hand; what a yum food! Well, I climb upstairs to get busy with my assignments that are to be submitted within few days. Harry just enters after me and he is busy with his comics.

“Damn! The summer is too hot this year” I complain as I blow my t-shirt. A nice environment was created which was suddenly interrupted by Harry when he jumped out of his chair for some prank. Yes, the ‘prank’- the frightening word when it is related to him. He brings a jug of water and SPLASHHHH! I am completely drenched in water and so are my assignments, my hard work. “You are an idiot, Harry” I say this with my face completely blood-red in anger. He giggles, “I am just helping you out as you are feeling hot”

His giggle furiates me even more. “Not everything is fun. Grow up. Stop behaving like a kid. You are now in 11^th standard and still you are engaged in comics during your free time. You have no sense at all. You are just an epitome of stupidity” my temper is now as high as the sky. And I insult him like anything. He feels bad and looks down as I continue, “No forgiveness for you. Don’t expect me to forgive you.” He says nothing and goes to bed.

I am still busy controlling myself not to slap him. I just keep everything aside and go to my ‘dream-land’.

It’s next morning and I am still not talking to him. My mom comes to know everything by our behaviour. She consoles me and makes me understand but stubborn me, I leave deaf ears to her and leave the house for college.

Unable to concentrate in lecture, my mind mulls over the last night incident. The revenge bites me inside.

Fortunately, we are left from college soon and I rush towards my room. I take his notes and BURNNN! I put them to flames. When he returns, he is taken aback by this revengeful deed of mine. And the aftermath quite predictable, we have a quarrel. The matter gets serious this time. I take a promise of never ever talking to him. Our mom scolds both of us for fighting over silly reasons. But we both are made up of the same material, both get raged to high extent.

Days passed and we haven’t spoken a word to each other. I get busy with my daily routine of home to college and then study.

I am busy paying attention to the lecture when I hear the principal calling out my name as he wants me immediately in his cabin. I think of every possible reason of his call and my heart-rate accelerates as my foot steps proceed towards his cabin.

“May I come in, sir?”

“Dhrumin, you have to rush immediately towards the hospital besides your home. You brother Harry met with a serious accident.”

My jaw drops down wide in astonishment. I no longer stay there and off towards the hospital. I am too late. I cannot see anything but my dear brother lying there and the ECG, showing a straight line.

I break down in tears. Speechless. Shocked. Bewildered. The ground below me caves in and my mind blows off. I plod towards him and sit besides his corpse. I travel back in time, recalling those memories we cherished, the fun we had. I break out more with my heart too heavy for me to carry. I didn’t even have a chance to settle our disputes.

He is so annoyed that he went away from me. I beg him to open his eyes. I scream for forgiveness. But he is none to listen. I know he is never going to come back but it is too difficult for the heart to accept what the mind already knows!

He takes a leave without any peace between us. I want to talk but it is too late. I want to tell him how much I love him but it is too late. I feel numb. I feel so worthless. I feel so much ashamed of myself that I had so much puffed with ego.

Never be late to express your love, your feelings to anyone. Life is just too short to express your feelings for your closed ones and too short to regret over things. You love someone? Express it to them. You respect someone? Just show it to them. You care for someone? Just tell them. Make sure it is never too late. Never let your anger endanger your relation with anyone. You never know when your last ‘goodbye’ is. Anger is just a small page in the book of relation. Never skip the entire book because of one small page. It is the worst enemy any human can have. But never let it defeat our feelings. Ultimately, the power of love is much stronger than the evil of anger!

Go for Hustle, Go for Glory

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Regret over not initiating a step kills more dreams than the failure suffered during implementation of that dream!

I sit on the window, visualizing the beautiful sun rise, in my cool atmosphere, the sweet of chirping of birds stimulate my ears, gentle breeze tend to kiss my cheeks, the rays of the Sun reaching out to me, embracing me into itself and the amalgamation of various notions in the convolution of my brain. I keep aside those notions, after all who would fall in that complexity and ignore the beautiful scenario!

I give a head start to my day, getting involved with the college paper works which adds weight to my shoulders and need to be completed as soon as possible. Yes, it is that boring, bug-creepy schedule of mine that consumes me everyday and spit me out at the end. But no worthy thing in this world is available at ease. Everyone works hard; everyone in my office has the same bulk and earns the same amount of buck. Then am I the same like them? Do I belong to the flock of the driven?

You need to shut up and focus on your work to earn your bread, my subconscious mind commands me as my mind goes off the track and I resume my ‘take my life and kill me’ stuff.

It is lunch recess from my day and ah! I take a sigh of relief but I am aware that it is not going to last long. No longer did I take a relief when I saw my old amigo, my school buddy.

“Hey Ram, over here!” I scream out his name, hoping his eyes could catch me. I see him still the same; the same spiky hair, the same ‘I am The Boss’ personality, the same fair tone of skin. An amalgam of correct charisma one can say!

Starting a conversation with him, we talk about our early school days and the present life. No wonder he was a scholar. No, don’t mistake him to be a nerdy type. He is an intellectual psychopath. And he has his hands reached out in almost every direction to learn every possible thing. Damn! He holds the personality; he holds the class of a Gentleman.

We talk about our dreams we had and yes, I have an opportunity to put my notions to my tongue. I can hear my subconciousness being silent as a dumb this time, not commanding me to focus of my daily weary work.

I see him reaching to the niche of his life, where he always wanted. We both sailed in the same boat but I chose to toss it but he continued his sail. Suddenly, I feel like I am on level 999 of stupidity. What if I had given up on my laziness! I can at least assure that I won’t be working for this energy-clenching job. I still remember how he worked hard and smart to achieve his ambition and I used to gaze at him. He encouraged me to his fullest, but I always gave an excuse that such a pace was not my cup of tea and he hated this negative thought of mine. As soon as I used to speak this, he frowns and says, “Make sure I don’t get to hear this again!” But lazy me, I always said the same thing.

I sink into the nostalgia when suddenly he gets up, looking at the time and his mouth wide open. He is late for his meeting, as told by him and he took a leave. I am left here, all alone and dragged back in time. I put my head in my hands, scolding me. I wish I would have taken a step. I even had someone to hold my back, who would help me reach the summit, who would give a push but I was quite outrageous.

I have no such person today in my life who can encourage me so much like he did. And I feel quite sorry for myself. Not everyone gets such a push and I was one of those among the lucky ones.

Today, I regret it the most in my life that my friend wanted to move ahead, at the pace of a bullet but wanted to carry me along with him towards success. I want to say to all you guys that never let go of the opportunities you get. Everyone is born the same; no one is born with a user manual. It is upon us whether to feed our hustle or our laziness. Learning something new is everyone’s cup of tea. Never have any kind of inferiority complex in your life and always hope for the best. You don’t need that kind of negativity in you. You are born to shine, not to be a dull!