Deafening Silence

Have you ever had a day that did not start very well, a day that you hoped would soon end, a day that was completely hopeless? I am sure you must have had one such day, so have I! Here is my account of such a hopeless day that I would prefer not having again.

The summer holidays were going on. My aunt and uncle were visiting us with their three small children.

I was sleeping, having a very nice dream. Suddenly I felt as if a baby elephant was sitting on me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my two cousin brothers were sitting on me. They were pretending to be horse riders and had made me their horse. They kept on shouting at the top of their voices:

“Idée up horsee, idée up!”

My brother, Samyak entered the room and started playing drums on the metallic cupboard. They were starting to get on my nerves. I told my self to remain calm.

I got up, making my cousins fall and went for brushing my teeth. When I turned on the knob of the tap, it started whistling in a very shrill manner. “Pssseeee…” it went. I quickly turned it off and decided to use a tumbler instead.

I had just come out of my bathroom when I heard a big Bang. I quickly ran out of the room and crashed with my three-year old cousin sister. She fell down and started crying.

“Ahh! Ah Ahh…!” she sounded like an ambulance.

At the very same moment, the pressure cooker whistle went off.

“Pssseeee…”

I could hear it clearly since I was near the kitchen.

A baby crying and a pressure cooker going off. Oh my God! It was so annoying and there was no sign of any adult. Just then the bell rang. “Tring, tring”. It sounded so shrill that it almost burst my delicate eardrums. I went and opened the door and…

CREAK! The door was creaking badly.

Somehow, I managed to tolerate the creaking of the door and opened it. Our maid had come. I allowed her in and closed the door with a big BANG.

My cousin was still crying and the pressure cooker still whistling. My brothers, including Samyak, entered the room. They were playing G.I.Joe. So, obviously they were making sounds of firing of guns and canons.

“BANG BANG! DHUSH! PSHEWW… BOOM!”

“Ahh! Ting ting ting ting!” went my cousins after Samyak’s round of firing.

My sister realised no one was paying attention to her crying so she got up and went to her mother, crying.

My bothers started sort of a rain dance to bring the rain. All they did was stamp on the ground.

THUD! THUD! THUD! They started shouting, “hoogla-boogla! Warara!”

I went to my room, not being able to stand the noise they were making. They followed me to my room and started their ‘rain-dance’ there.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Finally the morning turned into afternoon. My relatives were leaving that evening so the commotion increased. My mother had forgotten to lay the table as she was busy preparing their Tiffin. I put the spoons, forks and plates on the table, but the food still had not been laid out.

The children sat on their respective chairs and started clattering for food. This metallic noise was getting on my nerves. My mother quickly laid the food. As I sat down I noticed that the sky was growing grey.

“Your rain-dance has worked,” I said to my bothers, “I predict it will rain today.”

“HURRAY!” shouted my brothers.

The storm started blowing very fiercely. It was making the eaves rustle and the window panes rattle.

CRASH! Someone’s windowpane broke, outside, due to the strong gust of wind. My cousin sister broke glassware inside, which led to another round of chaos and excitement; for me: noise.

The afternoon passed just as the whole of morning had – noisy, full of commotion and chaos. Finally the big moment arrived: the moment of departure. Everyone left the house, except me. My mother brother had gone to drop my relatives to the station. With a last Bang of the door, they left.

It felt so quiet in the house, so abandoned, so empty, so nice. I felt so relaxed that I decided to finish the book I had been trying to read for the two long months.

I started playing the cassette of ‘Main Hoon Na’. I simply love all the songs of that film. It had started raining heavily by then. I switched on the lights of the living room, sat on the divan, took my book and started reading it.

No car honking loudly on the empty, wet streets, no ringing of the telephone or the doorbell, no glass breaking, no drumming on the metallic cupboard, no noisy cousins spoiling your holidays, just you and your book and your favourite song playing, that is what is paradise for me.

I was so overwhelmed by the peace and quite in the house that I could not concentrate on reading my book. So instead, I imagined a waterfall and greenery all around, with me swinging from tree to tree, singing sweet songs.

I imagined a nice shady tree, below which I lay on a hammock, sipping a glass of cool, refreshing lemonade and reading that never-ending book. I imagined myself as a bird, flying high, trying to touch the sky.

I imagined myself cycling through a forest, alone on a deserted road, with the cool wind blowing through my hair, not knowing where the road will end or if it even has an end. I imagined myself as a mermaid – the princess of the clear blue oceans. All waters were mine; the waves were my transport; the fishes— my servants— were at my disposal. I could swim here, and I could swim there, and I could swim wherever I wished.

I was in my huge castle playing with my friend fishes, singing lovely songs, when all of a sudden—

‘TRING! TRING! BANG! BANG! BANG!’ I woke up with a start making my book fall on the floor. The banging and ringing continued as I ran quickly to the door. This could only mean one thing: my mother had returned.

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To all,

Here is something I wrote in ninth, but still am proud of. Enjoy.

- A nostalgic martian

A Happy Soul

I am

One of the lucky few

Who realize

The extent

Of

Their stupid mistakes.

I am

One of the lucky few

Who earn

Another shot

At

Making gainful amends.

I am

One of the lucky few

Who aspire

For greatness galore,

And achieve it.

I am

One of the lucky few

Who have

Tapped

Into the greater understanding

Of attracting happiness.

I learnt today

The art of being me.

I earned today

A chance at being free.

I lived today,

I laughed today,

I rejoiced today,

For I gained today

An unknown power

To decide my future,

My fate, my destiny.

I gained control

Over a life

I had deemed fit to forget;

I became one

With my spirit.

Now

My soul is stronger;

It is free.

It is unbound by

Mere shackles

Of daily problems.

Now I see,

Now I feel,

Now I believe...

I believe in

The greater sense of happiness.

I am no more

Shallow or uncaring.

I am no more

A face in the crowd.

I have

Formed the identity

I had struggled

To gain control over.

I have

Succeeded in reaching

The pinnacle

Of my mental strength.

I no longer desire

To become a better person.

I no longer desire

For strength to carry my struggle forward.

I have been inspired

And in the process, transformed back,

Into my eternal self.

I shall persevere

The harshest of difficulties

And learn from them...

To grow mature

And expand my understanding

Of this world

That taught me the basics

To everyday survival.

It refreshed the memories

That have shaped me,

Into who I really am.

-Me

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To,

Mr. Google (Rampy, that's you)

Here is the poem I promised. Its been a while since I wrote a poem, hence the poor quality of this piece. I assure you I will be back in the game as soon as I can. :)

Cheers,

A pre-occupied martian

Shadows of the Past

Goodbye...
To the years of pain,
Goodbye...
To memories insane-
Goodbye…

I was immature
And naïve,
Thus the mistakes I made.
I was lonely,
Lost and forgotten,
Thus the company I gained.
In the mist of the misunderstanding
That you created
I fought,
And I fought hard with myself
Not only to regain
My lost faith
But also to regain
My life.

Abandoned and uncared for
I move on now.
Alive with renewed vigour
I move on now
From the dirty talks,
From the insane fights,
From unachievable dreams
And unimaginable goals.
The unworthy sights
Of a brighter future
I shall never dream of again;
The nightmares
Of loneliness and sorrow
Will never bother me
Anymore.
For the love
You made me lose
Could never exist
With only one support
To lean on.

So farewell,
Old times;
Farewell! For
You could never,
Never be mine.

-Me

Life Is changing And Through It All I Have Learned

I've learned that no matter what happens,
or how bad it seems today, life does go on,
and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that people will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person
by the way he or she handles these three things:
a rainy day, lost luggage,
and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that regardless of the differences
you have with the people in your life,
you'll miss them when they're gone.

I've learned that making a "living"
is not the same thing as making a "life."

I've learned that life sometimes
gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life
with a catcher's mitt on both hands.
You need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness,
it will elude you.

But if you focus on your friends,
the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can,
happiness and success may or may not find you.

I've learned that whenever I decide something
with an open heart,
I usually make the wrong decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains,
I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day you should
reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch --
holding hands, a warm hug,
or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that you should
pass this on to someone you care about.
Sometimes they just need a little something
to make them smile.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

-Pooja Rao

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Ladies and Gentlemen,

I request a standing ovation for this amazing little girl. :)

Transcience

We chatted and played
Laughed and danced,
Discussed, in hushed voices,
Our plans to have fun.
We passed messages,
Following age-old customs.
We tested and tried,
The limits our
Friendship would reach.

Then I left,
To pursue ambitions
I had never heard of.
Then I left,
The place of my dreams,
To pursue goals
I did not want to achieve.
Then I left,
I left behind the people
I knew were my own.
The people who could
Touch my soul and not
Scratch it to make a mark.
The people who I,
Had helped and in turn,
Helped me cope with life.
The people I called my own.

Now gone are those days,
Those mornings,
Those bus rides,
Those huddled talks,
Those gatherings.
The chatter is lost
In the sands of time,
Degrained by pain
And made a blur forever.

I will miss
Those days,
I will miss
My friends.

-Me

Whirlwind of Pain

I see you walk by,
I can just wave to your back.
The mist of the unknown lands
Engulfs you
As you walk away.

I wait for a mail,
I wait for a message,
I wait to hear your sound
I wait to feel your skin,
I wait to smell your sweet smell,
My endless wait...

I watch people pass me by,
I talk to them,
I laugh with them,
I dance,
I sing,
I play during the day,
But at night,
I miss you.

It's been long,
I have tried too hard.
I have been swirling
In this whirlwind of pain
Far too long
I am tired now.
I need to get out of here.
I need a break.
I want to feel happiness again.
Come back…

-Me