First Love

Life isn’t the same through out. It changes its course like water in which human beings like we, aren’t aware of its swing & tends to realize it later that we are far away. Intellects are those who are aware of its swing & swim along the same direction making the most of waves without knowing where the waves are leading to. Self realized souls doesn’t swim, they just float. Life is a mystic river, those who realize how to swim may make it. Friends, may I say swimming is an art which helps to understand life better. Please join me in welcoming Arihant to our 13th batch of swimming……………..

After the classes are over, where his planets decide to cast an eye on Venus he came across Pooja, Co-swim-amateur. Trying to let her cycle get out of stand. After helping, he realized physics is the fundamental truth; chemistry is the weapon leading to it, while biology makes it possible.

School days aren’t fun for everybody. Spontaneous memory loss during weekend’s making Monday always D-day to begin with! Thought of all natural scenes on the way wishing I could be tree to stand tall throughout life. “Tree isn’t tree. Word is not the thing. It’s what we generally associate with. But fact is different………. “Arihaaant, a shout from Moral science Teacher wake him up. What r u dreaming off boy? Can you repeat what I have said last? To begin with, Tree isn’t tree! Sit down.

“Things haven’t been the same since you came into my life,
U found a way to touch my soul &I’ll never ever let it go”.

Mornings are wonderful. Pooja, came in a black dress today made arihant think is there a flower in black. If its so, is it Poo? Mysterious are the ways of love. Comes uninvited it alters atom. News began to spread like wildfire in school that Arihant is in love with Pooja. It has been decided to send a letter explaining what he suffers, what he may suffer, what suffering is & asking whether she also suffers! Containing double negatives, it doesn’t seem to be an impressive note in the eyes of Bhargav, Arihant’s close pal. Hence, it was decided to write a “sonnet” as it will aptly match her age. Onerous of fulfilling this insurmountable task fell on the head of Sam, a dream nut.

“There came a star from galaxy,
To witness earth, its beings & to spread love…
Named as flower, its also nicknamed as “Pooja”,
Her voice touching the chords of eternity,
Smile evoking a spark on the spine,
Beautiful face, fresh as rose,
Darkness may not stand this light,
Her breeze makes wind stop breathing,
Water dying to fall her feet,
She is the moon in the morning, sun in the night.
Arihant, proposing to this beauty
“Thy” send me to love,
Protect her from evil,
Stand by her side to fulfill her dreams, aspirations.
Nourish her with love, love, love
May I be allowed to do my duty?”

Approving its draft, it was taken to school temple in the evening, to have god’s blessings. Having done so, arihant went to her house to hand over his life personally!

Making him ease, she inquired about the purpose. He said his spirit has been raised on seeing her & the letter says rest.

Quite amused by his words she read it. His heart rose to its peek when she read it & had a smile on her face. She said she doesn’t have any feelings towards him like this & she doesn’t know what love is. (Does anybody?) However, she quoted she likes him.

Life is simple but words makes it complicate to live with. Language is deficient enough to convey feelings, to make people understand better.

An emergency meeting was called at Arihant’s house 9 p.m. to decide further course of action. Appreciating his bravery, the team concluded to maintain the ‘status quo’ to keeps their universe moving.

Swimming classes were nearing its end witnessing Arihant as swimmer with water level being considerably low & his water raises high on seeing poo swimming across. Experiencing feelings at its fullest is possible at this age only & he’s blessed with the stuff.

There seems to be sort of loneliness associated with him now-a-days. He thought that’s peace, Poo. Thinking of her, he lives, eats, sleeps, reads. His world is restricted to one being, species on earth “Poo”. Whenever he was given anything, he gave it to her insider his heart & began to talk with her endlessly about all the things on earth. She is growing in him fast. Space within began to shrink. Clouds always had a message, Birds called him “P.Arihant”. Notebooks begin to see her name on their body. Marking as a symbol of love, he scratched his wrist with blade cutting it as “P”. Her name is the most cherished, precious name in his vocabulary making his friends to laugh with. Poo was his jam, sugar & cheese! But bread isn’t love. It’s Science.

He began to enter her world. She thought of his charm, beauty & dying feeling towards her. As a natural being she ignored a dying feeling man! Though he isn’t smart enough to impress her always but he is honest. Liking somebody isn’t a superficial thing. It comes naturally. Nature always lives. He began to live in her naturally. She decided to wave a green flag to their relationship. She decided to say her feeling on his b’day.

Life is cruel enough to have its own way. Stealing others feelings, it moves across with pride. On his b’day she decided to offer him a similar letter but power isn’t there to write a letter & hence she decided to say the purest! On a grand gala evening arranged at shop near his school, she was formally invited by his friends. She nervously went to confess her feelings. They were left alone.

The thing happened there.

She said she is in love.

He felt chill inside & in front of thousand of sun’s. Holding her hand softly he gave a gentle kiss. Millions of colour flashed her eyes in a fraction of second & she felt blue. Love is a change agent. Her body balance was altered in a moment craving for more while shyness asking not to stop. He gave birth to a child inside him & she became woman. Shout came from all over & world began to witness another love story to play with.

Monday Blues !

Its there...sitting, watching my moments closely...

Occasionally scaring me ...surely..its going to take me away...i am gonna get lost...

caught in a nightmare...thinking of golden days where i had nothing to do....

Time's gone...it has come...and slowly persuading me to come with it...i hesitate, cry, protest ....give up....now i am in MONDAY !!!

Alas..how beautiful life is without Monday !

Swami & his stories - The Cow

Thousands have come, gone, and witnessed the event. It’s a mystery miracle. During, last Sunday evening. Swami shouted from farm house saying Cow speaks! Unbelievable for his companions thinking it might one of his usual pranks. Alas! They are wrong this time. It really………….

Asked what her name is. Reply came in affirmatively saying “cow”. Puzzled by the simple answer an IIT’ian started examining its chemical reaction by mixing h2so4 with milk. The cow, as it’s affectionately called, spitted off entire thing saying its not pure milk! The news began to spread all over the nation leaving media to go mad as how this could be possible. Shravan, local MLA came in to see “the cow” & offered his pranams humbly -saying its divine wish to have her majesty in his constituency.

Spiritual value of her majesty began to appreciate leading to small a\c hall being built to take care of “the cow” in the best possible way. Swami was appointed as in charge of “the Cow” trust, a charitable organization exempt u\s 80G of IT act witnessing alarming voluntary contributions from abroad towards maintenance of cows.

IIM’s on their part began to exam meticulous details of cow’s activities by which they can inculcate management philosophy to their stream of education by next summer. Meanwhile Days went on, where cow began to get old & voice began to shrink. In an effort, to protect her majesty, the government ordered “the cow” be taken to US, for medication for which local people strongly objected. It was decided to leave the decision to “the cow” for which it refused to leave its land by shaking its head!



The farmhouse was very old & called for renovation badly. While doing so, there struck a unique electronic device on the top of the roof. Pointing its head towards north it appeared like pen cap with metallic grey on its body. Swami pretended to take it lightly in front of persons when it was handed over to him. Its rechargeable “cow voice-o-meter’ invented by our beloved …….answering simple questions ‘Cow” & “this is not pure milk” !