Believe Me When I Say This

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Believe me when I say this,
You look stunning in those spectacles,
Your smile compliments your beauty,
And the way you caress your hair,
I lose track of time for some moments.

Believe me when I say this,
I was so nervous when I thought of,
Asking you to come with me,
On my bike to college.
As I noticed your home is near mine,

Believe me when I say this,
I never go to college on time,
But I like waiting for you at your place,
By coming five minutes earlier,
And fix my eyes for your first look.

Believe me when I say this,
I deliberately choose the route,
That has traffic every day,
And getting stuck in traffic,
Never felt so good before.

Believe me when I say this,
I turn petrol switch off,
And pretend that engine has problems,
So I can walk with you to garage,
And have conversations on the way.

Believe me when I say this,
I am never hungry while going back,
But stop at various restaurants,
To spend more time with you,
And try to know you more.

Believe me when I say this,
I try to get your attention,
By getting into your way in college,
And feign surprise on my face,
Like it is a coincidence.

Believe me when I say this,
I always think about you,
Even when you are not around,
And cherish all those moments,
To brighten my life.

The crazy fact,
Believe me when I say this,
I don’t know how,
But because of you,
Every moment of my life,
becomes so beautiful.


 

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And They Say It Matters…

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That girl with fully pierced ear, in top and jeans, and dispersed curly hair said thanks with humility and generosity when I complimented her that she has a beautiful smile.

But that girl with simple straight long hair and Punjabi dress gets palm-twitchingly mad at me when I complimented her that she has a beautiful smile.

And they say appearance matters…

That guy with hair bun and hipster beard, full arm tattoos wearing T-shirt, jeans and canvas shoes told me never to be sorry for being who you are.

But that guy with so much oil rubbed on hair, brushed hair on one side wearing formal clothes and clean shoes told me to never do anything different to avoid people say anything about me on my back.

And they say individuality matters…

That girl, who talks a lot, wears glittering clothes and people talk crap about her behind her back told me to take stand for myself.

But that girl, who is always quiet, wears simple clothes and people think of her as a good girl told me to be submissive and compromise is the truth of life.

And they say personality matters…

That guy who laughs weirdly and go crazy after reminiscing something funny from past told me to be happy no matter what happens.

But that guy who always behaves courteously and restricts his honest response told me to behave thoughtfully to funny situations and not to laugh at silly jokes.

And they say decency matters…

That girl who is still struggling for 8 years to become an actress told me to never compromise your values and principles.

That girl who just got promotion after sleeping with her boss told me to do whatever it takes.

And they say character matters…

That guy who works at a startup earning very less and nobody understands the reason told me to follow my dreams.

But that guy working at MNC and changed 3 companies in 3 years to get higher package told me security is more important and follow the crowd.

And they say money matters…

That girl with beautiful face, who always posts selfies and get hundreds of likes does not care when I asked her to give donation to orphanage.

But that ugly girl not only gives 100 Rupee note but also asks if she can visit the place and spend some time with children there.

And they say beauty matters…

That guy who had many girlfriends, but never had genuine feelings for anyone told me never to get serious into relationship.

But that guy who never got into relationship because the girl he loves and have genuine feelings for, is a girlfriend of THAT guy.

And they say love matters…


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Time To Open Up

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“This guy is so quiet all the time,” said Jenny to Eva in class.

“I think he takes time to open up,” replied Eva.

“Please welcome the new student of our class, the founder of trailblazers.com, Jim Reigns,” announced teacher.

“Wow! He is the one behind getting all the young trailblazers into the light through his website,” exclaimed Jenny in shock and excitement.

The crazy fact is, the packets which take time to open up are those with the biggest blasts.


This Post is also a part of  Five Sentence Fiction – Open

RUNNING A BUSINESS: SHARING AN EXPERIENCE DAY1

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I have just started a consulting business to solve people’s problems from their smiles. For the promotions of idea and how it will help them solve their problems in life, I decided that I’ll go to various colleges to target youth. First college was Modern College of Arts, Science & Commerce, Pune. I am sharing the experience and what I learnt from FIRST DAY of promotional campaigning.

On first day, I went to principal’s office to get permission to campaign in their campus. But he was busy, so peon asked me to go to vice-principal’s office. I asked for it and as I started explaining how it will help their students, he asked me, ‘which college do you represent?’ I said that I don’t represent any college. He said we don’t give permission to random people. I left. I planned a lot of things, how I was going to approach, what to say, what to show, and many more. And I also decided that I am not going to lie about anything. But now, what to do? I thought that students did not know whether I had permission or not, they were just going to listen what I had to say. So I decided that I am going to approach people in their campus by breaking the rules. I also saw a board stating that outsiders are not allowed in college premises, if found, strict action will be taken. But I decided whatever may happen, let’s have fun. I had file in which everything had explained, a page on which a story was written about how I found my purpose and a sketch to draw patterns of smile found in people to explain them about themselves. I was wearing formal dress and formal shoes.

I had everything required to start a discussion. I made up my mind to break the rules. But… As I was going to discuss something they do not know even exist, the overwhelming feeling of fear to show up, to expose myself, to express myself was so high. Even though I had everything with me to show them, but I was only walking back and forth in corridor. I couldn’t gather courage to show up. For that moment, I was nervous, uncomfortable, sweating, throbbing in chest, I couldn’t understand what was happening to me, everything was ready, but fear. I thought that breaking the rules were making me nervous, but it was an excuse. Who was going to know whether I was a stranger or college student? That wasn’t the reason. Then I thought that this was not the right platform to promote, no one will show interest, nobody had done it, and it’s new thing. All the excuses were coming into my mind. I thought that what was I thinking? Those were all excuses.

Then all the quotes about fear and getting out of comfort zone came into my mind. What you want is on the other side of fear, magic starts at the end of your comfort zone, you miss 100% of shots you didn’t take, do what’s uncomfortable and you will grow, and many others. But I thought that tomorrow, I will make mind that no matter what will happens I will approach, I will show up. Again, that was excuse. For half an hour, I was walking back and forth with these thoughts in my mind.

Then I took out files and pages of story. I was looking at them and thought, when I didn’t have this, I was hoping, wishing for this. But now I have this and I am holding myself back. I saw a group of four girls sitting in a campus and just started walking towards them, same fear, uncomfortable, just walking. When I reached, they looked me like a salesman who was going to force them to buy my product, only because I was wearing formal clothes. Their faces were irritated. My first impression sucked. With fake smile, I introduced myself, in English. Errr.. Their faces were more annoyed. I asked them for their two minutes and have a look at file. They even hesitated to take those files in hand. But they took it. I forgot everything I planned, what I was going to say, how I was going to make them take interest in idea, I started saying what was there in file, in low tone, in lower confidence, and they were reluctant to make eye contact. They were going through file just because wishing for last page to come soon and I will disappear. I was speaking in English, their heads into files, no enthusiasm in me, they were listening to me for formality. The funniest part, guys sitting next to them, but of different group was also looking at me, and one of them was winking at me, raising eyebrows, asking what’s going on, the guy-guy connection(when a guy approaches a girl, the another guy is more excited). I was telling them by blinking eyes that I’ll get back to them. I didn’t understand whether to laugh or what? In meantime, one of the girls whispered something in Marathi, I couldn’t hear it, but I understood that it was Marathi. Then, I realized that why they were not connecting with me. I started speaking in Marathi. For the first time, after introduction, they looked at me. They felt connected. As I explained everything in Marathi, they were nodding, giving response. The file finished.

Then I said to one of the girl, right now, I’ll tell about you from your smile to give you an idea of how I do. Then she became uncomfortable, she said no, not now. She was laughing, but that time I realized that I should not be the one who should fear about getting exposed. The people whom I am going to approach should fear that if I say something different about them, something weird about them, it’s them who should be worried about. She was reluctant that she wasn’t interested in knowing about her. So I gave them a page of story with contact details on it and asked them to call whenever they need me. Forget about buying my services, they were not ready to know how it works. I left. But I thank them for listening to me.

Then, it was the time for the guys sitting next to them, who were bantering on me, when I was talking to girls. They were ready to listen what I had to offer. This time, I started in Marathi. I was more relaxed, less anxiety on my face. I observed them and knew in which language they will understand (not Marathi or English, but the rowdy Marathi language). I started explaining in their tone, they felt connected, nodding, giving reactions, didn’t understand everything, but trying to. I again explained file only, no strategy executed as per the preparation, but enough to convey my idea. File finished. Then I said to a guy that I’ll tell you about you from your smile. He agreed. Everyone was listening. I drew patterns on page and started explaining everything. I gave examples with reference to who they were and in their tone. (like in rowdy Marathi, samaz tula wadaa-pav khayalaa jaychayy… I couldn’t say ‘for coffee’, they will not feel connected). So as I was explaining them in their way, everyone was surprised. They were smiling in shock, saying yes, yeah.. when I said something that relates to his nature. I said everything I had to say about him and gave him the page. Another guy stood up and said, tell me about myself. I said sure. But their friend came to them and informed them that they got to go. And everybody stood up and said, ‘we gotta go.’ I shook hand with everyone, they told me their names and said nice to meet you, I asked them to contact me on the details I gave on that page and they rushed. Looking at their appearance and body language, I thought they will make fun of me, ridicule me as they were sitting in a group, but they listened to me patiently, earnestly and treated me with respect. I came to know they were not going to buy, but I thank them for listening to me and showing interest.

I got more relaxed. I was thirsty. As I opened zip of bag to take the bottle out and looked back. A teacher in a suit was scolding a student. He was complaining that how many times they had to inform college students not to bring outsiders in the campus. I was little scared, but glad that he wasn’t referring to me. And security guard came and ordered every student in campus to go out of the gate. I thought that I just got momentum and on next second, everything finished, I had to pack up. Everyone was out of the gate. I looked around, thought I can’t approach them on streets, what impression I am going to make, and will they listen to me? Again the same thoughts of that half hour came into my mind. This time, I couldn’t gather courage to approach students on street-side. I contemplated a lot, but couldn’t. Day1 was over for me after first 20 minutes only. I could interact with 10 students only who were not potential buyers. But lot of thing I learnt from that experience that I am going to improve on the next day.

I am sharing some insights that would help you in your endevour to design the best life for yourself:

1. Know with whom you are interacting and Speak Their Language.

2.Talk more about how it will benefit them and what they are concerned about than what it is actaully or technically.

3. Appearance matters, but target audience matters more. We have to look like one of them to connect with them.

4. If it is certain that we miss 100% of the shots we didn’t take, why not to take a shot, take a chance.

5. Our competancy, preparation, passion and all on one hand, they are important. But if we don’t have that one quality on the other hand, it’s all usslasss.. That quality is Courage To Show Up.

6. The crazy fact is, there only one step to aquire that quality : JUST GO & DO IT. There were no any other ways or steps I could find.

In next post, I’ll share experience of DAY2.

Thanks for reading. Add your own lessons and express your views if I missed anything, give your feedback to improve..

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Erroneous Expectations

At college X.

Father: We would like to take admission in your esteemed college through management quota for my son. Whatever the charges, we are ready to pay.

Management quota is a quota in which some percentage of seats are reserved for those who want to take admission through donations, without following the standard procedure. Paid admissions.

X College Representative: Sorry, sir! We don’t have seats, admissions are full.

Immediately drove to next college, college Y.

Father: We would like to take admission in your esteemed college through management quota for my son. Whatever the charges, we are ready to pay.

Y College Representative: Sorry, sir! We don’t have seats, admissions are full.

Immediately drove to next college, college Z.

Father: We would like to take admission in your esteemed college through management quota for my son. Whatever the charges, we are ready to pay.

Z College Representative: The charges are 6 lakhs Rupees. Come tomorrow with your son’s documents & demand draft. Admission will be confirmed.

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Father: No problem, just reserve the seat.

Z College Representative: Consider it done.

The crazy fact is, still they expect their child to study hard for his bright future.

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Being Unreasonable

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“Hey, what are you doing here? What’s going on?” asked Ritesh to his school friend Rahul, seeing after 5 years in a college which he assumed Rahul had no connection with.

“Ohh.. Look at you, jerk! You have so changed. How are you?” replied Rahul excitedly neglecting what he asked.

“I’m Good. Good to see you after 10th. You tell me what are you doing here?”

“I just came here to see this college. It’s a well known college of city. So I wanted to see the campus, students, library & other infrastructure. Wait.. wait.. You were in this college for 11th & 12th. Then what are you doing here right now?”

“What can I say? I’m here to apply for 12th exam as an external.”

“What? How is that possible?”

“I don’t feel like studying, yaar! It’s so boring. I had given 12th exams 4 times, still one subject is not cleared. After 4 attempts, I joined diploma & left 12th. Right now, I cleared 2nd year of diploma, but due to first year backlog I am not eligible for 3rd year. So, I came here to apply for 12th externally & give paper of diploma simultaneously.”

“Dude, why did this happen? Are you interested in some other stream or what? Or some girl broke your heart so you are distracted & not taking yourself seriously?”

Both laughed.

“No! Nothing like that. It’s lack of interest in study. What about you?”

“I am waiting for final semester result of B. Sc. Then going to opt for masters degree.”

“Yeah, you have always been good in studies.”

“Forget about me. You tell me what happened to you, dude. If you are not interested in studies, then what interests you? What is that you want to do by yourself?”

“Nothing, yaar. It’s just I don’t want to study.”

Ritesh was reluctant to open up.

“That’s fine. Then what you want to do? For what you are obsessed?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, you can tell me.”

“Leave it nah.. Tell me have you met one of our friends? What are they doing?”

“It’s not about them, right now. Tell me about yourself. Don’t change the topic.”

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“Nothing, yaar. I’m obsessed with using everything branded. All branded accessories. See my shirt, Lou-i Phili-pi, my watch, Tag Ho-yer, my jeans, Levi’s, my shoes, Puma. Because of this, I didn’t study.”

“Bullshit. You can’t even pronounce the brand names correctly & saying you’re obsessed for them. It’s Louis Philippe & Tag Heuer. You liar!”

Again, both laughed.

“So what? I can’t pronounce brand names correctly. I know being good in studies doesn’t prove anything, but are you doing something which you love doing.”

“No! I only like razzle-dazzle & fun. You drink?”

“Stop running your dirty mouth! You wanna tell or I should go?”

“Tell me directly that you are getting late to meet girlfriend. So you want to go.”

“Again!”

“You tell me now, these actors, actresses have anything to do with these marks & merits? Then also they are leading lavish lives, cars, fame, fan following, everything.”

“Yes, they do not have anything to do with it.”

“Then why is it important to us?”

“Yeah, they do not prove anything. But why are you asking me about actors & actresses. Oh.. wait! wait! You want to become an actor?”

“Hmm..”

“Wow! Then what’s the problem? Join an acting school, if not possible meet an actor & ask him to train you, teach you basics, start working in dramas. Have you told your parents about it?”

“No. They will say that you can’t clear 12th exam & how are you going to act in films, you are skinny & you have no godfather & all. Do you think I can act?”

“What you think you can act?”

“Yes, I’m confident about myself.”

“Then go for it. I know you are & you were the ugliest guy in school, but it is not the matter. You’re confident about yourself. And not every actor in the industry is handsome, your talent is going to count.”

“Yeah, I know I’m ugly, but my talent will leap over it. But..”

“I’m so sorry, but I have to go. I’m feeling so bad that we can’t talk about it more right now about your interesting thing. I got call from home. We will talk about it again. Do not give up on what you want to do. Bye!”

The crazy fact is, each & everyone of us wants to live a dream, unreasonable to society, but very reasonable to ourselves.

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Does Every Student Must Be Equally Bright?

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Does all trees should grow to the same height
Does every student must be equally bright

When a student tops in the exams,
Every one goes & congratulates him,
He thinks like he has won the world
but when the student who always gets
below average marks, why no one cares?

When a topper says that it was a tough paper,
Every one says the same, feel pity for him
He goes into  deep depression
But why no one asks the below average student
Why is every paper tough for him?

When a topper fails to score top marks anytime,
Everyone thinks, something was unfair,
He thinks why does this happen to me
But when the below average student fails in subject
Why every one thinks something is wrong with him

When a topper was learning by rote
So that he can answer in oral next day,
He thought he will impress the teacher
But the bold below average student was,
Expressing his feelings to a girl he liked

When a topper was copying the answers from guide,
So that he won’t get punished the next day,
He thought that was the intelligent thing to do
But the dreamer below average student was,
Noting down quotes from the inspirational biography

When a topper was maintaining a decent demeanor
So that he can look decent & sincere in people
He thought no one will speak against him
But the below average student was in fantasy,
Taking off filters of bike so that it sounds like riding a superbike

When a topper was engulfed into memorizing theories,
So that in coming exams he will be a topper again
And get applause from teachers & posters in town for topping
But the believer below average student was,
Forming own theory out of curiosity to enjoy brainstorming

The facts will be crazy, if articles related to topper will not remain as ‘a’
And for ‘the’ below average student, it will turn to ‘a’ in the future

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Ohh No!! I Can’t Say Adios..

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And the call for job interview came.  I passed the aptitude test. But the bitter thing was that it was on the same day as the farewell party of college. In the morning there was a project competition & in the afternoon- farewell party.

I had to choose one. Actually I had no option than going for an interview. I was baffled by the fact that should I be happy for selection or sad by not being there. As I had to go for an interview.

The interview didn’t go well. The reason was not the attention towards farewell, but lack of clarity of purpose for applying for job. I could not made it to next round. But I wasn’t more upset about it, but missing the last moments with my friends.

I had fun when my friend recalled the joy which he had & I felt so bad that I missed it as well as the job.

I missed the whistles blowing in front of our stubborn & strict disciplined head of department. I missed the weirdest award distribution which included categories like Mango Man, Lady Dabangg, Cuttie Pie which was awarded to a male & chanting of different names whenever each category was announced.

Every moment I wanted to accumulate in my heart. The last moments in classroom was more precious than any other regular class. The hooting of the name of guy’s crush in front of teachers, everyone in a state of delirium, no worries of future, only cherishing the present, I really missed that.

The most favorite part I missed – They gave a long white cloth to express ourselves, so that when we will not be there, they will cherish our memories we posted there. I wanted to write many things over there, but they are now inside only.

The crazy fact is, it is easy to read the quotes about ‘sacrifice’, but when it comes to actually doing it, the pain of losing one thing for another is inevitable.

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Share Your Stories about Sacrifice you’ve done & missed something that you cannot retain..

An Angry Letter to Myself

The Idea to write this letter came from blog post of Vinay on 10 reasons you should write an angry letter & Congress general secretary gone public about his relationship..  And The Letter Goes: 

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Hey Pratik,

No, No… Let me spell your name first… L-O-S-E-R! Ya, that’s right! Don’t wonder, I spelled it correctly. What would I call a pathetic nerd who has not made a girlfriend in his 6 years of college life.

Don’t tell me that you studied, attended lectures, obeyed teachers & parents. It’s not what college life is meant for. Yeah, it is up to certain extent, but there is another purpose for college life.

I couldn’t resist writing you about this after knowing that a politician named Digvijay Singh, a 67 years old dude, just admitted that he has a girlfriend & going to formalise it, also said he condemns encroachment in their private life.. You 21 year old LOSER, do you even know the meaning of words like condemn, encroachment. I bet your name haven’t even attached with any girl in these years. Just tell me if there was a single speculations about you having an affair with any girl, I will gift you Porsche 911 targa. No, you don’t have any answer.

You are 21 now & still single, never been in a relationship, this is today’s youth! This youth is going to bring change in country, this youth is going to make future, this youth who can’t face a girl if they like her. Don’t say I can do it! Tell me what happened on a Rose Day, when ‘that’ girl’s simplicity bewitched you? You just needed to give a Pink Colored rose as a sign of Crush. Tell me what happened on Saree Day, when you couldn’t take your eyes off ‘that’ girl in Red Saree? Tell me what happened in front of principal’s office when ‘that’ girl’s presence of mind & candid nature blew your mind. You know the height, your crush in plus two & you were about to cross each other’s way, but you jerk changed the route so ‘that’ she will not notice you. These all ‘that’ girls are different girls, ohh.. it can’t get any worse. What your tongue gets tied while facing girls & it frees itself while talking trash with friends!

That skinny, egg-headed, irritating guy in your class has more female friends than you & check his relationship status on FB, you’ll die for shame. How contradictory it is! Ohh.. from contradictions, I remember you wanna write crazy facts based on contradictions you find in life. Here comes my favorite part, here is the simplest & bitterest crazy fact ever: When 67 years old dude was busy in affair, clicking selfie with his girl, a 21 years old was busy in stalking girls’ profile & his fickle mind was shivering to click ‘Add Friend’ button.

If, by mistakenly she accepts friend request, you celebrate by eating something meetha, i.e., Dairy Milk. But after that never dared to say ‘hii’ when she is online. May I have a big round of applause! See how feeble efforts you make to make bonding & then envy her friends by seeing reply for their non-sense comments by her.

Your feelings only come out to make poems out of it. At least make a effort to approach a girl, then whatever happens after that, take it for granted. As you know comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing grows there! Stop making excuses & take a leap!! Don’t make me write about this again!!!

Bbye & F*** Off!!

P.S. – Don’t read next line :
Madonna Aunty dates a guy just 5 years older than you!!

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Quite Quietly

She joined class pretty late, but her pretty eyes
Mesmerized me, quite quietly I smiled

Her jovial nature, her graceful reactions
By looking at them, quite quietly I smiled

Everyone paying attention, you lost in your thoughts
Where are you asked sir, quite quietly I smiled

Stand up you backbencher, tell me answer of this
All sights stopped at me, with embarrassment quite quietly I smiled

While acting like I’m thinking about answer, we made an eye contact,
I looked here & there, but quite quietly I smiled

And the crazy fact, looking at my fumbling
She smiled & quite quietly I fell in love

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