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The Movie Effect

“There always is a girl, there will always be one. School was where I found her, but the only problem which remained was that I kept finding her over and over again. If you didn’t follow what I said then try to hear the story that follows a little more closely, because even I didn’t get it the very first time.

Crushes, I know we do have quite a number of them. They come, they make you feel good, then they disappear as we find another. It all began with the movies for me, and it never ended like one though. I was a perpetual newcomer in school due to my father’s frequent postings, and unlike others I liked it that way. Short and sweet was something that I had always come to terms with but the moment she arrived, a new longing broke into life for me. It was different than before, yet similar like the others. Every school I had gone, I found someone connected to, someone who I believed may be right for me. I know that’s a big word for a school going kid but I would blame the movies like I had mentioned before. Anyways, she wasn’t like the others, she was special, obviously she has to be, right.

I saw her waiting under the shade, I believe her van was late to pick them up. She kept peeping into the street corner to find a trace of her van but all she found was me passing a smile at her. It was strange to be honest when I think about it now but that’s what I did then. It went on like that for days before I finally spoke but she turned the other way and walked away. I tried again but the same response. I tried yet again but the response remained unwavered, even on the last day of school. I didn’t know what to make out of this, and that’s when the movie industry went into a transformation.

That’s the time I came to know what stalking really was, that’s when I realised what might have turned her off. I finally understood that sometimes it was okay to let it go than to pester around just to prove a point. I evolved but never moved. Three years later at a school get together I found her again. Like always I smiled but this time I walked away after that. It took us another three years, and a few reunions to finally get speaking. But when we did, unlike always, was special. It wasn’t the cliches I had grown up with but it was just a casual yet fascinating talk about movies between two. We joked around about the movies of the past, we played those lines and deliberated on them equally before we finally bid each other goodbye. She was standing their waiting but I didn’t have the courage to ask her number, I didn’t wanted to become a creep again, I really didn’t want to. She finally left with a smile on her face, and I stood there completely lost. I tried to satiate myself that I would meet her soon and may be get her number then. But that never happened, at least for the next four years.

Coincidences like our movies aren’t that common in our lives, it isn’t the small world they portray it to be. We were already seeing other people at that time when we met at a common friends wedding. We laughed about how we should have been in touch and made it a point to remain so in the near future. The texts kept coming in and going out, we developed a mutual trust, a sense of camaraderie between each other. In short span of time we gave away our deepest and darkest secrets. But we weren’t in the right state then, we had commitments to be kept and one fine day, she called up and we decided to lay off for a while to figure out what we really want. That’s the most hardest part to be honest; it’s the time when you know she is the one for you but you can’t do a damn about it. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my girlfriend that much but this was kind of different. We decided to honour our relationships to keep our conscience intact but they eventually got battered down in midst of artificiality that I think we tried to impose. It took time to get over the guilt of letting down the ones who loved us for our own selfish sense but when we did, we met again and we never turned back after that.”

 

Leap of Faith

“There would be life within the fall.” Those moments when we languish among the dirt, we come to know what survival is really about. It’s like climbing a mountain every single day only to end up falling from the very cliff which separates a winner and a loser. But the addiction with survival is so fatal that with every dawn we make an attempt again. The pain, however, gets excruciating with every fall, and with every passing day we lose our devouring confidence of making it ever. But a ray of hope is like the tinsel town in a dead city which lights up at every bit of goodwill thrown at it. So with scars all over the body and the moment of giving up not very far, we make a final attempt.

The eyes get shrouded with mystery as the dazzle of fear from a loss slowly wanes away from the fingers, and the moment arrives when the leap is finally made, and a new winner emerges from it. The paradise that we had awaited for time and again had finally fallen to our will, and our footsteps behold the change the world would now bear upon. We get a wish in return to clear the scars on the quest for greatness, that we respectfully ignore “Those scars define me, they make me who I am. They remind me of hope, and hope is eternal.” We march ahead with this memory in mind and with a hope to rise with every fall we encounter in our life.

“No pit is ever so big that we could never escape; there is always a way, there will always be.” We thump our heart, and take a leap again.

Fading into blue

“There is a side unclear, a side untold,
The version of us that we never show,
We hide it locked inside a closet
We let it remain till we would never know.

Charades of life put an extra weight
To the burden that we carry of a lost side,
In appearance we try to look perfect
But in truth, we only miss the other half fade.

Time comes once with every peek we take
At the locked closet in our heart,
It’s a sight endearing about the memories of a child,
Lost in search for an eternal spring that never arrived.

Battling the wits and the cronies,
Scarring the dreams we once felt,
We move with time with circles in our head
To understand it’s okay that we all do grey.

Things slip, things are compromised,
Shelves are divided and organised,
The locked closet drifts away in memory
As things slip, and things are prioritized.”

“Walk Away” Pic Credits: Google (Couldn’t find the real photographer to tag)

Fight Club

“Closing lines with an ending punch,
Driving high with a broken bunch,
Jabbing ahead to feel the rush
To make the pain wither instead.

Hit back with all your might,
Hook in with all you got,
But don’t lose heart, don’t cry behind
If you find me still standing and smiling at your punch.

Bloodied and dusted I may look,
But with the appearance if you judge,
You would stand fooled when I throw all my might,
Leaving you tattered with pain you would never forget.

It would be clear by now
That I ain’t here to just survive,
I am here to make the legends fear
To carve my place among the greats,
With an inch more than anyone could near.”

#Muhammed Ali
#WayOfLife

Best Teacher

“Maa! Your photo”, shouted the 8 year old Boy as his mom turned back with a smile.

 Mom: Rohan, 40 teachers including me have been awarded “Best Teacher” in the state, the poster is in that regard.
Rohan: Even I want to become a teacher when I grow up and win an award like you.
Mom: That’s nice, what will you be teaching?
Rohan: I love stories, I will teach them about it. Everyday a new story! ~ There was a twinkle in his eyes as he said that.
Mom: They don’t teach that at schools beta!
His innocent eyes dropped down to the ground as he mumbled “I don’t want to teach at any school, I want to teach them.” ~  Slowly pointing towards the street kids playing with a broken ball near the Metro station.
Mom: What made you say that? ~ intrigued by her son’s innocent yet powerful words, she became curious to know more.
Rohan: Maa, whenever I go to school, I find them there and also when I come back they are still there. I figured they are scared of school as I was, so I thought why not I teach them myself when I grow up and make their fear disappear.
Mom ~with tears in her eyes, she hugged him close: I am proud of you my son, I wish I was more like you.
That day changed something in her, she started to see a dream, the one which she saw in her son’s eyes, and she knew somewhere down that she would leave no stone unturned to realise it. 

That gut feeling got stronger with leaps and bounds in the next few days as she journeyed herself for the very first time to the places she only heard of, to hear their plight which was unheard. 
Next day                                                                             (Hindi version at the end)
Sakshi: Sarla, How is Roshini? Which grade is she in?
Sarla: Madam ji, she isn’t going to school anymore. The only school in our neighborhood had got closed as its roof had fallen down.
Sakshi: Haven’t you got the complaint registered?
Sarla: We had got it done a number of times but there was never a response. Even if the school reopens, there are no teachers to teach.
Sakshi: So what about Roshini? Will she not study further?
Sarla: Madam ji, Roshini would turn 16 in another two years. We will find her a nice groom and get her married to, then she would be all happy.
Sakshi: Will she? Won’t you let her study and grow up to become someone with a decent job?
Sarla: If it was their in her destiny she would have studied further but it isn’t so. So we could only do what is left with us.
Sakshi: Destiny isn’t written by someone, it’s written by us. Take me to the school tomorrow and get Roshini along. Let’s see what we can do.
Sarla: Okay Madam ji.

Rohan
: Mom, are you going to teach there?
Sakshi: Let’s see, I have no idea as of now.
After a moment, Rohan went close to her mom, teary eyed and hugged her tightly. 
Rohan: I love you mom, I love you.
Sakshi: I love you too champ.

That day when she visited the school and the area around, she understood what poverty could do to a person or a family and realised education would be the first victim. Her priorities to change this were set right the very same day, the day she met Roshini, the girl who wrote beautiful poems which were way above her age. In a way, she saw herself in Roshini and she wanted to provide her with the necessities for her to become someone special, someone who could realise her own potential.

The situation, in the meantime, was grim; the school had been converted into a den of gamblers and alcoholics. The stink of the place was so disgusting that people had abandoned the area completely and moved to safer places. The only option left was to start the school in the housing society she lived. So with a lot of effort and with active support from her husband she managed to open her school, her life which it became for years to come. She had to convince a lot, for her first lot as the parents were hard to change but eventually they budged and so the journey began. With 10 students in a class then, the number grew to 100 in a couple of years.

Shantaram School” as it came to be known became popular with time, attracting many socially responsible individuals with good number of youth among them. The curriculum of the school was allowed to be twisted to make every student understand and learn the way they could benefit the most. New courses began, arts was introduced where children were taught about dance, music and literature. The dream was growing and it reached its sweet moment when an individual walked in for an interview to teach in the school.

Sakshi: Tell me about yourself.
Him: Ma’am I am Ryan, I have a degree in engineering and would like to teach your students about the art of story telling.
There was an indefinite pause after the last word was uttered, and before Sakshi could say anything he continued. 
Ryan: I know it sounds strange and a little comical but I think it would be a great help to the students. It would allow the imagination to grow, it would allow them to create and believe they could possibly live them one day. And when they do that, I am pretty sure they will rewrite their own story into something better. That’s what this school which I have heard a lot about is trying to do, and I just want to add to the same effort.
Sakshi ~ with a smile on her face: Can I see your writings?
Ryan: Sure ma’am. I even write poetry as you can see.
Sakshi: “Inch by inch we shall strive, till success we are alive.” That’s a nice quote.
Ryan: I wrote it ma’am.
Sakshi: The writings are impressive, let’s see how you deal with the students.
She took him to the nearest classroom and made herself comfortable in the last bench as she heard him narrate the story. He began with his part as he drove the attention of the students and the lone teacher in the class, and ended with a thanks to his inspiration and the title of his story, “Best Teacher“. Her eyes were on the brim of tears as all the children in the class looked up to her and the claps never stopped.
The  End

Hindi translation of the conversation between Sakshi and Sarla
“Sakshi: Sarla, Roshini kaise he? Aur woh school ja rahi he na?
Sarla: Kahan Memsaab, school to kai dinno se bandh pada he. School ki chhath bhi, do din pehle gir gayi.
Sakshi: kissine complaint nahi ki Kya?
Sarla: Kiya toh tha, Lekin koi fayada nahi he Memsaab. School khul bhi Jaye, koi teacher padhane ke liye razi nahi he.
Sakshi: Phir Roshini ko padhaogi nahi?
Sarla: Aur do saal ke baad, 16 ki ho jayegi. Shaadi karwa denge uski, tabhi khush reh paayegi.
Sakshi: Tum nahi chahti ki woh padh likh ke naukri Kare?
Sarla: Agar uske naseeb mein hota tho padh leti, Lekin lagta he uski kismat mein itna hi likha he.
Sakshi: Naseeb haton ke lakir se nahi, khud banaya jata he. Kal Mujhe uss school tak Le chalo, aur Roshini ko Bhi lete Aana.
Sarla: Teek he Memsaab.

Key 
1. Beta – Son
2. Class- grade/standard
3. Ji- It is used out of respect for someone.