“The Waves Take Me To Sea”


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Written by Dipanshu Adlakha. For more of his work, visit @pentasticme and his site www.pentasticme.wordpress.com
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I sit on the shore
By the sea
Dejected
Broken
Adding my tears
To endless water
To find
Those waves when touch my feet
Talks to me
Whispers to me
Of the guardian of sea
Behind the blue gate in deep waters
Gate with images of sea creatures
Engraved on it
Whose key lies with the sharks
Gaurding the gate
Behind that gate
Resides he
The one who holds
the power Of sea
In an enormous room
On a giant throne
Decorated with pearls
Red,blue and white
He sits talking to his associates
With his axe on his side
An axe with a blade so sharp
That it beholds the power
To cut water
And handle embedded with gems
Each marking his win
Over those who dared
To affect the peace
Of sea
There he sits
Flummoxed
To see a human
In a land forbidden
Talking to wave
Asking my purpose
With a wave’s firm reply
“I am there
To find what I couldn’t
Anywhere
The purpose
That flourishes
The seed of love
To my life
In me”

–Dipanshu Adlakha

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“Learning Things The Hard Way”


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This is a real life account of a person who transcended all the odds brought about by a harrowing incident that drastically changed his life forever. With a condition that may cause a lot of others to succumb to grief and despair, this wonderful individual chose to accept the challenge, survive, and be happy. Truly, this narrative is a testimony to the fact that tribulations aren’t meant to break us–and that life is a humongous test of character. The author’s identity has been witheld, intentionally, in order to respect his privacy. Click below to read his story.
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It was the 24th of March 2001. My exams were over and I was enjoying my post exams holiday. Rolling on my bed lazily, I was watching a movie. Suddenly, I felt an urge to ride my bicycle. The feeling was too strong for me to control. I tried fighting the temptation but it was too strong to resist. My mind tried to convince me with prudence that I should not go out as it was very hot out there and I hate it getting sweaty. But my heart, as manipulative as it is, persuaded me that a child of my age should not be spending each day curled up on his bed. And I, as usual, got manipulated. In my black Bermuda and a pink shirt with check design (do not judge, kids like every colour), I went to my bicycle parked downstairs. It was a red coloured Avon Classic.

As I started dusting my bicycle, I saw the rear wheel was flat. God! How I hated it! Now I had to go on a completely different path which I never went. Usually, my father used to take care of all this. But now he was at work and I was only one left to do it. So pedalling it with a struggle, I went to the repair shop. I don’t know why it happened so that day but the repairman asked me two rupees to pump air in the cycle. He never did that before. That meant that I had to go back to my house and get the money. I went, taking an altogether different route that I had never walked upon.

The road was a good one but a single lane; wide enough only to pass a large vehicle at one time. It was for the first time I was going to ride on an actual road. I used to ride on small streets and lanes earlier. The sense of freedom was tremendous on that road. I felt like a grown up man. It’s funny how we always wanted to grow up when we were children. I was nervous, full of anxiety but excited and happy at the same time. It was like I was going to do something brave. I peddled my ride and stepped on the road. I didn’t go fast as I was on an actual road for the first time.

I started. After a minute or so, I passed by the post office. As I was crossing the old post box, the front wheel of my cycle got stuck in the sand heap by the road. A truck was passing by and I fell in front of its front tyres. The truck was speeding, so when it ran over my hand it damaged a lot. To make it worse, the driver applied brakes when the tyre was over my hand. The speeding truck stopped a bit ahead than the place it applied brakes dragging me along with it. People gathered around me. They watched but didn’t pick me up. A car went by, two motorcycles passed. No one stopped by. Two women picked me up. My hand was just dangling way below my knee only attached by a curly piece of skin.

I folded my damaged hand like we fold dried clothes and held it with my other hand. An auto rickshaw stopped. The women made me sit inside it. As I travelled towards my home I saw people beating the hell out of the truck driver. I wanted to stop them but was not in a condition to do so.

My Maa almost lost her consciousness when she saw me like this. Our neighbours helped her and in the same rickshaw we went to my father’s work place. In his employer’s car we went to the nearby hospital. We were like a family to my father’s employer so he didn’t think twice before ruining his expensive car’s seat cover with my blood. The hospital said they didn’t have enough facilities. Via an ambulance, I was carried to a hospital, 30 kms away from the location. They admitted me, gave me first aid but didn’t have a surgeon good enough to operate on me. Again I travelled almost 40 kms to the next hospital which had an orthopaedic surgeon.

They operated on me for seven hours and amputated my hand as the damage was beyond repair. They didn’t tell me this when I gained consciousness. When I tried to touch it I realised what had happened. Apart from that, I had stitches on my cheek and my right leg. But I didn’t cry; I am not lying, I really didn’t cry because I went numb. Everyone around me took utmost care of me and tried to keep my spirits high. After about a week I was discharged. It was a big change in my life. I had to learn everything again. Writing, eating, wearing clothes, handshakes–almost everything; for I had lost my right hand. It was funny how I started practising alphabets even though I was 11. What a gift I received just a week before my birthday!

Now, all of you reading this must be wondering why I wrote this! I mean, why would be anyone interested in what happened in my life. I write this not to gain sympathy or to let you know with pride that I have came over the incident. I write this to share some realizations which I had during that time:

1. Destiny – There is really something called destiny present somewhere. It always takes you where you belong. Or else why would I have had that compulsion of riding bicycle, that too when I was watching a movie that I liked (believe me I never miss a movie!)? Why was my tyre flat that day? Why did the repairman, who never asked me money, did so that day? Why did I choose the road that I never travelled? Why was there a heap of sand there, why did I get stuck in it and why did the truck have to use the same road—even if heavy vehicles were not allowed to pass there, as it was a residential area? All this cannot be coincidences. Destiny was there.

2. Apathy – The second unfortunate thing I realized that day was Apathy. I was lying on the road, bleeding profusely. People gathered around me, watched, pitied my condition, imprecated the truck driver and left. Those who stayed looked as helpless as me for reasons unknown. Had the two women not been there, I would have bled to death. Why do not we step up to help an unknown person? Imagine someone you love being at my then situation and nobody to help them! Apathy was there and is still a big hindrance in creating a developed society.

3. Family – The biggest factor that pulled me back to life was my family. Family is something which gives you wings when you have stopped believing that you can fly. I can’t even imagine my possible survival if they were not there for me–especially my parents. After I came back home I never saw my Maa crying in front of me for she feared that her crying would weaken me. My Paa used to bathe me everyday till I was healthy enough to do it myself. My uncles with their children came to meet me crossing 2000 kms. My cousins tried all possible ways to make me laugh. And a lot of such examples which I don’t even remember. Family is the tree which always keeps you rooted to life. Love it, take care of it; they are worth dying for.

4. Love – Your bad time is really a wonderful time actually. You really get to know the people who love you. And it is unbelievable, unfathomable that people can love you so much! Whether they are related to you by blood or not does not matter. My father’s employer who carried me to hospital in his car didn’t think twice to pay my hospital’s bill. He threw out his expensive seat cover because it reminded him of me covered in blood. I still don’t know who brought food for us when we were in hospital. The people who hadn’t seen me for the past 10 years came to take care of me. My paternal uncle smuggled fast food from outside against hospital’s rule because I was bored with the hospital food. My school teacher came to meet me everyday even if I was not good in his subject. My doctor who did my dressing treated me as her younger brother. My surgeon used to give me a rose everyday when he came to meet me. My neighbours took care of our house and us be it with food or laundry or anything. There was a school below at the place where I stayed; the headmaster brought a new book for me every day. And many other instances which made me believe in love. Love was there and it was wonderful.

5. Happiness – I lost my right hand which closed a lot of possibilities for me. I wasn’t able to do little beautiful things. I wasn’t able to ride a bike with my Maa sitting on the back seat. I wasn’t able to play football or any sports as a matter of fact as it made my hand painful. I wasn’t able to hug anyone tightly for god sakes! I lost many other things but had a realization. Happiness is something you have to choose to have. And you can choose happiness if you accept the reality. As soon as I accepted that this is a part of my life now I became aware of the other happiness that I deserved; I deserved because I accepted my reality and chose to be happy.

So all in all, I want to say that destiny will make its move, will devoid you of many important things in your life. Don’t be apathetic to it. For you always have family and other people who are ready to pour down love on you. So accept whatever has happened to you, and most importantly, choose to be happy, because you deserve it.

–Name Witheld

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“A Letter to Sweta Sagarika, My Best Friend Forever”


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Written by Pratik Pandya.
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Dearest Tsunami,

Yes! I am never going to stop calling you that.

I still remember when you came to my house for the first time; we were in standard 7. Though I used your notes since we were in 5th, but we actually became friends after I shifted near your house in Satyanagar.

This letter is to thank you.

Thank you yaar, for those rides on your scooty, for your notes, for listening to my poor jokes, for singing with me, for the hot chocolate and coffee and custard and a lot of things we ate together, for letting me have your seat in school bus, for that little push everytime, for teaching me English (God knows I would never had understood the language), for giving me lectures in standard 10 (in social studies), for scolding me for not studying and making me get through the Matric (I remember you came to my place at 6 in the morning to tell me that I cleared the Matric).

Thank you for making me a part of your life, for telling me something with your ‘pata hai, pata hai, pata hai?’, for those chats on your terrace, for those moments when we laughed at our silly notions, laughed when people stared at us when I sat behind you while going to DM Tutorials and we stared them back and all those infinite moments…

Thank you for everything that you did for me, for being there for me everytime, for making me understand what unconditional friendship is, for being my best friend forever…

Thank you for the wonderful, beautiful 17 years of our friendship…

I know I don’t talk to you much, I am not the talking types; of course you know that. But I miss you, remember you everyday.And I pray everyday for you, your life and for our friendship…

Lots and lots of love and hugs…

Your not so wonderful friend
Pratik

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“In My Head, I Feel Alive”


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Written by Aafreen Mohiuddin Juwaley.
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In my head, I feel alive
A part of me feels dead-
In my heart
The love and compassion
Seems to be dying around
What remains is hatred
That goes round and round
Human so called they are
Are dual faced now
One they portray and
The other they truly are
The true test of the character is
When a human that you are
Behave as human in all given circumstances

–Ajna

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“Murder Or Suicide?”


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Written by Prince Imtiyaz.
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“He” betrayed the innocent “She”,
Unexpectedly broken “She” soon enough died.

Did “She” die due to the shattered heart,
Or due to the withered emotions that “She” did hide.

How did “She” lose her bonny life,
Was it a Murder or was it a Suicide?

-Sparos Spirito

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“I Love You, I Definitely Do”


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Written by Pratik Pandya.
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I Love You.
Yes, I really do.

I Love You the way I Iove my morning Coffee. Every time my phone blinks with Your name I get Fireflies in my eyes. Every time I see You I remember the the weather of Mussoorie; ever changing but beautiful. Every time I hear Your voice I go through the same trance that I go through every time I hear A. R. Rahman’s ‘Satrangi Re’ in Sonu Nigam’s voice. Being with you gives me the same feeling that I have while having an Aloo Parantha for a Sunday brunch.

I love you the way Grass loves the Earth, the way darkness loves the night, the way winter loves the freezing winds.

I Love You the way I Iove Petrichor. I Love You the way a child loves a perfectly baked Cheesecake. I Love You the way a Moonbow loves the Moon. I Love You the way I love the sound of my Ceiling Fan which allows me sleep peacefully. I Love You the way Ramanujan loved Infinity. I Love You the way like I Love my favorite Song; it has never changed.

I Love You the way I Love to live; Live with you, for you, besides you, around you in every possible way…

I Love You…
I definitely do…

–Shabd

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“Remembering Love”


Written by Shrija Haith.
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Remembering the days when I used to visit those green fields where the sun used to burn my skin, we used to run skipping a beat. Standing by the pond we used to catch fish. I remember how you valued my absence. My heart would swell with happiness. You used to jump through the entire house waiting for my arrival. I miss those days. Now you are not close but close to my heart always.

–Annika Barbie

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