To kill the happiest person....

Its the seventh day today I have been carrying this loaded gun.
Still searching for the target.
I wanted to kill the happiest person on this earth. Because he had what I lacked.
As my life got messier and I got more and more entangled in sorrows, I saw people around me smiling. Their life went on smoothly even when mine was getting stagnant.
And hence I started on this mission.

I went to the landlord. He had all the land in the world and money and luxury. But no children. So I left him and continued my search.
I went to the artist. He seemed totally impressed with his own creations. But he craved for a glass of wine , with no money.
I went to him and her. They were lost themselves in their love. I thought they were happy. But they cried in the pain of love.
I went around and around, searching for the happiest person on this earth.

And here I am today, with the gun point aimed at my temple and saying good bye to the world.I couldn't find anyone happier than me.

Fun or sacrifice?

They are still searching for his body in the ever angry river for the third day today.
I do not know him or have seen him before.
But I know his mother, who right now, is in the inner room, whimpering in between and staring at the wall otherwise.
It was in last April that she had been to our house, describing the ever adventurous son of hers.
Who loved travel, trekking and adventure of all means.
Who climbed the highest peaks, crossed the most dangerous rivers and traversed the most difficult terrains.


For all those people who love adventure, who believe, that treading those unreachable lands at the risk of a possible mishap is all worth the effort, I would want to ask just one question
“Have you ever thought for once, just once, what you risk is not your life, but the joy of many others who ought to suffer just because you thought “it was fun” ?

Yes, if you do not climb up that one steep hill, you may be missing one of the most breathtaking experiences in your life.
Yes, if you do not plunge into that river that have taken thousands of lives, you may have just missed a moment of bliss.
Yes, if you do not press the accelerator to make that dangling needle touch 100, you may be missing one of the most exciting moments in life.
But, but you still continue to live…

No, your life is least important here. Not even that of a blade of grass it would value.
You could die in an accident this very moment, you could die of a disease, you could be murdered by an insane killer....or you would be giving your life away for a cause.
But knowingly walking the path of silence, just to satisy your selfish need of fun is unforgivable.
You may tell me, there is only one in ten thousand chances that you meet with an accident, but I would tell you, if there was one in ten thousand, there could always be two in ten thousand and one.
Your life...you could play with it, you could simply throw it away, you could simply end it…only if you are 101% sure, there is not even one single soul on this earth, who would shed a tear for you.
Who would just wish for one second atleast, “wish you were here”.

I tell you, its worth the sacrifice that you do for that one drop of tear that could be shed for you....all the fun that these adventure or what ever name you call it, gives you….


If I had a chance to meet those people just before they walked into death, not for a cause ,but just for fun, I would have only one word to say

“If you couldn’t make the life of people around you any better by being here for so long, at least lets not make it even worse by not being here.”

Stranger....

They said I had been in the second floor of that building for almost five years now, and there I was on the elevator, wondering which floor I wanted to go.
That probably may have been the first day I realized, everything was not alright.

Memories were sweet, memories were all I had, all my life. And I was losing them all.
I was told that I had been married to this person who is sitting by the window, for 34 years now. I do not know. Not even in the faintest of my memories I remember his face or days with him. May be I would have loved him with all my heart, may be we would have watched the rain from there, cuddled up in each other's arms and whispering to each other what we meant to each other, but I do not remember.

I hope, at least for once I would have told him then, that my love for him would stand the test of time and memories of human mind.It may have been a broken promise, but still I hope I would have let him known. For , now I stand before a stranger who loves me for my past...

Three apples

The sinful apple

I was fed up with life. There was no reason to go on.
Anywhere I turned, I saw my enemies.
That’s when I took an LIC policy, with my greatest enemy as the nominee.
I had more than enough reasons to live on now, and I lived ever happily.


The wrong apple

It took me some years to realize that I was in the wrong job.
I wanted to quit rather than suffering in a place where I did not belong.
But then there was no way out. By then, I was the CEO of the company.

The orphaned apple

They said two is a company and three is a crowd.
We were two and we were a company.
Then the third one came.
Little did I know then, that I would be the crowd from then on.