Showing posts with label aurindam mukherjee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aurindam mukherjee. Show all posts

All That Matters

Isn't it amazing that there is a possibility that someone somewhere out there is thinking about you right at this moment of time?

Do you still remember your childhood, when the only problem that you had was your Mother not loving you enough? Do you still remember your school days, when life happened in those games periods and friendships that formed all along the way? These thoughts, you hold them close to your heart to this day, don't you?

The Unburdened Lie

A lonely road greets the two of you as you head back. The suffocating heat isn't helping. Birds flying back to their home keep circling over their tree hopelessly to get some air under their wings. The dying Sun has the entire sky looking angry and you hope (hopelessly) for all this to get over with. The hand that holds you begins to tighten around your arms. You feel the words suddenly weighing heavy, heavier than the Summer heat that lingers in the air. 

Those Eyes They Tell a Story Untold

It's cold now. Sunlight glistens through those faded window curtains on my face. The numbness of the weather finds its way slowly through me. I find you looking at me. The curtains gently coming up and kissing your face and somehow making you smile. I find your eyes trying to find an answer in me. And just then the clouds depart, making way for more light to come through.

Between Melting Faces

Everyone has a face with its own story. We come across so many of them, sometimes in the same person we see everyday. Sometimes, we look upto them and on some occasions, we look down upon them when we can't find the answers that we are looking for. 

And all it takes is a lie to melt them away. 

Happiness in a Small Package

A breeze typical to the sea blows through the road. I, along with a couple of friends, walk through the bustling sea-shore crowd in the evening. A crowd typical to the city makes the place suffocatingly intolearble. Yet somehow, the sound of waves crashing keep coming to my ears. I am eager to find a place to sit down, to contemplate on certain things that have been bothering me off late.

At the far end of the road, where streetlights and darkness seem to embrace each other, we all get a place to sit down.

I take a deep breath and let the sea breeze fill me up. I am neither in the yesterday where I had to meet deadlines nor in the tomorrow where the unknown deamons of uncertainty await. I am right there, at the moment, where I can either choose to be happy or to be sad.

A moment is inconsequential if you don't know how to be happy in it.

Are Regrets Necessary?

"What if ..."

A blackboard with WHAT IF written on it

You slogged it out in the office. You have had a tough day. All you are looking forward to is may be a bath and then hitting the sack. You suffer through the traffic, get back home, talk to a few people on your way back over the phone, your fingers itching to hit the disconnect button. You loosen the tie, wipe off the early summer sweat and finally hit the doorbell. 

The final flight of stairs seem like a challenge too magnamious. Yet, you walk on. You are irritated with "life". The frustration shows up in the way you untie, unbutton, unzip. You are only minutes away from hitting the shower knob. You thought to sit down for a minute to cool off. 

That's exactly when the world of "What if" hits you.

Battling Frustration, One Smile At a Time

Life is a constant battle between anger and peace. You are under tremendous pressure from all quarters and yet you hope for all this to go away. But no! They keep coming back to you like moths to a flame. You run, fumble from one problem to another and by the time you realize that life happened, you are too late. 

More than losing the battle, it's about the losing the people you love, isn't it? You constantly, willingly, happily give up your little pleasures just to see them happy, just to see them a bit more comfortable, and yet no one returns your favor. There must have been times when you questioned yourself as to why you did this to yourself for the sake of others?

Painting of a man screaming
Add caption
Trust me, I have too.

Are You Worthy of Trust?

You and I are walking down a cold, dark alley. Not a single soul is around for miles on either side and the moon is shining down brightly to illuminate your benign face. Surrounding us are tall trees welcoming us to their home. We walk till a small opening. The moon looks so beautiful on your face. You are right there, smiling oh-so-perfectly at me. 

I draw you closer, feeling your breath for the umpteenth time. Everytime you touch me I am in heaven. I embrace you, it's as if I am embracing my own self. I don't see my self any different than I see you. I fall in love over again.

You take my hand, press it against yours and look at me. I can see the moon through your eyes, and the sheer love in them for me. I feel blessed to have a person like you, so beautiful, so serene. Every time you smile at me and ask what is it, I go deeper within you. 

Miracles ain't Forever

Please read the Part-1 of this story here.

Calls soon became a daily affair. There wasn't a single day when Sam and Trisha didn't have a talk. They laughed, talked about the future and the person they want to spend their lives with. Sam was getting hopeful. After all, he was a human being. Even though Ryan and him were good friends in college, they hardly exchanged number after it was over.

But Ryan wasn't the person he thought about all day long, it was Trisha.

They met a couple of times after that day. They visited the places where they shared memories. They even visited their college just to check how much it had changed. In the mean time Sam helped Trisha in getting interviews.

The Adventure of Emotions

It drizzles somewhat in the evening. Sam rushes past his office work to head home. The first day of the year, a Sunday. He couldn't curse himself. He always wanted to be an editor. His parents were waiting for their son to head home quickly today to have a quiet family dinner. They haven't had the chance for so long. After all, their son rarely arrived before 3am.

He was given an early off. His boss thought to take pity on him. Sam was out of the office before dusk and dinner was still some time away. He decided to savor the city and remember few things he'd so desperately wanted otherwise.

Discovering the True Essence of Love

“When you love someone, you’ll do anything, you’ll do all the crazy things, that you can’t explain..”
-          Bryan Adams

I have always pondered about this simple little question. Pondered over this question on my way back from office, pondered over this simple question when I stood at the edge of the road and watched the world go by. Love is such as beautiful word. Love happens when we find our inner reflection is somebody’s eyes. I am a person who strongly believes in love at first sight.

So, What's Your Resolution?

Another list, another resolution, for it's another year altogether. Every year, we sit down to create a list of all the things that we aspire to achieve the next year - may be lose weight, may be to quit smoking. But they seldom last a week, just like the new year's fad.

So, what's your resolution for the coming year? Here are few of my suggestions -

That One Friend

How many friends do you have? No, really. How many friends do you have? 100? 200? How many of them are there whenever you need them?

The person you think is your friend will be there for you at any time of the day. However, if he/she is not the one whom you can call whenever you feel like, that person isn't your friend. If the person misunderstands you when you need him/her the most, then clearly that person isn't your friend. If that person calls you only on your birthday, that person isn't your friend.

Well, now that we are done with some sifting, how many friends do you have now?

When Nothing Seems Right....

"I don't know if you've ever felt like that.  That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years, or just not exist, or just not be aware that you do exist, or something like that.  I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this.  That's why I'm trying not to think.  I just want it all to stop spinning." - The Perks Of Being A Wallflower.

How often do we feel shunned? How often do we want to shut ourselves away from everything around us? How many times do we have to shriek for the goddamn world to hear our cries and yet we find no open  ears?

When the Whole World Hates You

There are times when you may feel the entire world hates you. Your parents never understand you. Compare you with children of their friends who seemingly are doing no better than you are now. Sometimes, your brother or sister may hurt you for no apparent reasons. Your friends may desert you to newer ones and somehow forget to invite you in their good days.

It feels terrible to walk back alone when you thought you had many.

The more you think about the people whom you expected to be with you, the more sadness grips you like the summer rain. You don't know how to go about finding an effective way out and by the time you have stumbled on to some good memories, you are already drenched.

There are times in all our lives when sadness and hatred gets too much to make sense. Nothing remains. Absolutely nothing. Just pure, unadulterated hate. You hate the ones who brought you these tough times. You hate yourself even more for trying to give wings to your hope and ending up expecting certain things from them ...and them inevitably failing you.

But how far can you walk and hate yourself at the same time? There has to be a point where you stop, right? When is that exactly? Is it when someone special comes close to you and holds your hand and tells you that you are not alone? No. It actually begins at the time you forgive yourself. 

The world may hate you for who you are. It may make your life miserable. But remember, you are still here, you are still fighting. Be your own courage, for the world salutes the ones who are courageous enough to face up to it. If you are hurt when someone addresses you as a selfish person, don't be. There are two ways to look at this situation.

1. You tried to make them happy by giving it all, even your happiness.
2. You are selfish for your own happiness.

There is no third perspective. At least it's not yours. It's theirs. 

Get up. Dust yourself and walk. Wipe away the tears and take a long deep breath. You were alone to begin with. So, you might as well be courageous while you are alone.

Why We Cry

Everyone cries at some point of time.

When you are born, when you are sad, hurt or even happy. The reasons for crying varies from one person to another. A mom cries when her child is hurt, she cries when no one understands her. A father cries when his child points at him and tells him that he is a bad father. A daughter cries when her parents demean her in front of everyone else. A son cries his when his parents hate him without understanding him in the first place. A friend cries when another misunderstand him. A lover cries when his trust is broken.

When Memories and Dreams Collide

A faint glint of light struggles through the ventilation. You are wide awake. The entire city isn't yet done celebrating and you can only wish the noise died down as quickly and the morning sun showed up. But wishes don't come true in the real world. 

In the real world, the forgotten lanes of the past are all that you find yourself in when you are done running in the maze of doubt. In the real world, the universe never conspires against you. You have nothing to gain expect those memories and a trifle amount of wisdom. But wisdom only works where there are no relationships involved.

Of Relationships and Reflections

I really don't know the reason for thinking about writing this. May be I am hurt, may be a bit depressed, may be a bit lonely. But then again, I still have got friends, I still have got relationships, right?


I took this weekend off. Switched off completely. Began this short but tough trip towards rediscovering myself through the eyes of the relationships I was in and the ones I had once been in. But then again, I found myself in a mist, shrouding the memories of the past. When one of your closest friends from college has a birthday, you can't stop but think about all the relationships in and around that friendship that you have left behind.

Alone. Cold. Scared

What's it like to wake up in the middle of the night because of a dream you so desperately didn't want to see..alone? 

Fate asks for attention just like a faint glint of light coming in through the ventilation  demands. And that too in a room with closed doors and windows.


The Fall and the Arduous Rise

There are many who often brag about how great people have gotten back up after a fall. What's even more amazing is that none of them tell you how to cope up with the fall. They just project you as a weakling if you aren't able to get back up after that fall.

Who doesn't like getting back up after a fall? The answer is - we all do. Those who don't get back up either don't know how or are under tremendous not to. We have a fighter in all of us. Everyone.
Google Find us on Google+ '
Aurindam Mukherjee