The Scare During Night Camping

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New experiences are always exciting and thrilling at the same time. I had one such experience when we were night camping at the base of Jivdhan Fort, situated near Junnar, Maharashtra. The journey on the road from Junnar village to the base camp of Jivdhan fort was the first-of-its-kind I had in my lifetime. We were a group of 12. Eight were in a car, we two on one bike, and another two on another bike. There was a lack of mobile network and coordination, due to which, we did not know where our friends in the car and another bike were. We found ourselves alone on the road. It was 9’o’clock at night, there was only a small road that finds its way through the jungle, and the roadside lighting was not the concept that road knew. Small houses were residing at a small distance from the road. They had lights and those were the only lights visible from the road. We were allowed to see up to the distance our bike’s headlights allowed us. We saw every kind of person who put our hearts in our throats. Each person, from a drunkard walking in a wavy motion to a big-mustache guy with self-assuring gait, face covered with a cloth, and a penetrating gaze, made us think that all we have to do was empty our pockets if we want to reach in a single piece. The only conciliation was the starry sky. It was a sheer treat to eyes in the terrifying journey. The sky defined magnificence. Fortunately, we reached the base in a single piece at 10 pm, without the need to empty our pockets. The car and another bike reached at 10:30.

I thought it was the only nerve-wracking excitement I was going to experience that night. At 1 am, I was recording whatever came to my mind and my friend’s car rushed toward me. There were four of my friends in the car. They planned to roam around in the jungle and asked if I wanted to tag along. I nodded and slipped into the car. All the heartbreaking songs were played as we bantered each other about heartbreaks and took random turns. Then we decided we would park the car on the side of the road and enjoy the atmosphere. As decided, we parked and came out. The lights were visible at a small distance from the road in various directions. A temple was visible at a far distance and devotional songs were playing there. The scintillating stars were the sight to sore eyes. The sky was jam-packed with them. The breeze was rushing our bodies and giving the delectation of lifetime. Everything seemed exquisite in the summer night.

One of the friends began telling a horror story he heard from his friends. There was a haunted house in Chandani Chowk area of Pune. Five families have committed suicide there. No one lives there and no one dares to go around the house after nine in the night. Then another friend recited his experience about the encounter with a ghost. They were traveling from Chandani Chowk to Lavasa at nine in the night in a car. They asked the route to a person walking on the roadside, wearing a white cap. He guided them with the route. Once they reached the destination, they saw the same person there, walking on the roadside. They were frightened to death, took a U-turn, and darted to the home. We were laughing and inquisitive at the same time. Then another friend began reciting his horror experience when something unexpected happened. The lights went off and scared the daylights out of everyone. Everybody screamed and rushed to get in a car. One of my friends, who did not have keys and didn’t know how to drive, tried to open the driver’s door. The one who had keys patted on his shoulder and instructed him to take the door on another side. Everyone screamed to unlock the doors. He unlocked the doors, everyone jumped out of their skins, and skidded in the car. Fortunately, the windows were closed already. We heard the crisp sound of a key turning and engines roaring. As we inched forward, the friend on the wheel turned off the headlights out of panic and everybody squealed. He turned them on and we decided to hit the base camp. We merely traveled 50 meters and the lights sprung up to life. Everybody gave a sigh of relief.

Then we were arguing over whether we should stop somewhere again or not. Finally, we decided not to. As everyone was scared out of wits for a few seconds, we began letting the emotions flow by making fun of ourselves and running imaginations. We teased the friend who was trying to open the driver’s door. Two guys on a bike overtook us and the friend at the wheel said, “Do you all see two people on the bike? If you see one, tell me. I’ll crash the other.” The other said, “Check the backseat if the person with the white cap is with us.” With mocking each other and laughing at what happened, we reached the base camp and glided in our tents for sleep. As I slid inside my tent, I thought, the stars must also be laughing at what they witnessed a few minutes ago.

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Embarrassing Episode during Rajgad Trek

Rajgad Episode

It was 2:20 am when we embarked upon the trek of Rajgad after parking our vehicles at the base village. The moon was full, stars adorned the sky, and few white clouds made their presence felt. Smooth breezes were caressing our bodies. The crickets were chirping. Moreover, the unique and melodious sound of other insects drummed in our ears. We were walking through a rough road that was under construction. It was a road from the base village to the base of the trek. Soft red-colored sand was spread upon the road and the right side of the road was dug. 17 of our group mates started the trek 15 minutes before us and four of us were trying to catch them. The enthusiasm and excitement were on top of forts of our minds and everybody was looking forward to a new experience. I was also excited about this experience of night trek. We happily scurried to catch our group mates. We switched off the torches as the moonlight was enough to guide us through the road. As we hastened, I realized something was missing in this beautiful atmosphere. Music. There was no music. I slowed down, took out my phone, and played an old song. It did not suit the atmosphere. So, I wanted to change and thought of a playlist I made a day before, especially for the trek.

I was walking leisurely behind three of my friends. They asked me to hurry and I nodded. One of them told me to let go of the playlist and hurry. But I was engrossed in finding the playlist. As I scrolled through the playlist, a thumping sound interrupted my search. The sound was of my right feet smashing into the hole dug on the right of the road. It took me a moment to realize I was not on the road. I fell into the hole while walking. Yes, because I was engrossed into the phone. As my friends turned around with the sound, I heard another sound. It was their hysterical laughter after seeing me into the hole. Seeing them laughing at my situation, I also began laughing. Then I asked them to give me a hand to come out of it, but these mean, cold-hearted pricks were holding their stomachs and laughing uncontrollably. So, I came out on my own, took a step forward, and suddenly a shriek burst out of my mouth. With my outcry, they ran toward me. As my right feet landed awkwardly into the hole, the ankle twisted. I did not realize it until I took a step forward after coming out. I sat down, took off socks and shoes, and applied a balm given by one of them. Then I wrapped the ankle with a crepe bandage, wore socks and shoes, and walked in a pigeon-toed manner toward the top. During the entire trek, my friends took every opportunity to remind me of my episode. And I just wished, karma will bite them off one day for this.

See You Again

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She was the inspiration behind the first poem of my life. Oblivious of what is going on with her and without any thought of her since I don’t know when, she appeared unexpectedly. Not in my thought, but in front of me. I thought Goa trip was over, memories of the trip were over. But they were not. It was the last phase in the journey back to home of the finally executed Goa trip, from Katraj to Nigdi. She boarded on the bus, searched for a place hastily. As she entered, I noticed she was wearing bangles, the same ones a girl wears after marriage. The same style. I thought she was married. My heart pulsated. I don’t know why. She settled down. I looked at her, and I am not sure if we exchanged glances or she remembered who I am, because I shied away as I anticipated she will turn her gaze toward me. No, it was not possible. She can’t be married. I don’t know why I was concerned about her marital status. She was my crush and I never talked to her. Not even once. What should I do? Should I talk to her or let it be the way it was?

After 12th standard, I saw her once, not once, twice, at two different bus stands. Both times, she didn’t see me. This was the third time. Again, I thought about whether to talk to her or not. I had never dared to talk to her in 12th standard, given her confrontational, sassy, and cocky nature. In addition, this indecision and chaos was result of terrible past experiences of initiating conversations. Once I initiated a conversation, I got scolded from teacher, peon, and principal. Then in another incident, I got a patronizing look from a girl, her disposition showing I am a downmarket pervert. Then I approached a girl and she turned around and walked away with a face like nothing happened. I felt like I had been misunderstood every time. This history loomed large over my capacity of decision-making when it came to the matters of the heart. This time, I feared, would not be different. I would try to say something and it might backfire. I decided to let it be the way it was. I don’t want to end up getting scolded from bus conductor, beaten up by fellow passengers, and thrown out at 11:30 pm for misunderstanding that may arise. There was no transport available besides cabs at that hour. Enough with shitty excuses, the truth was meri fatt rahi thi. Yes, meri fatt rahi thi.

The crowd was less as the bus moved forward and her conversations on the phone were audible. I learnt she attended her friend’s marriage and those bangles were for that occasion. That was the only consolation for the night. Besides that, my cowardice persisted. I didn’t talk to her. Then she descended at her stop and I did what I always did. I wrote a poetry. She was the inspiration for my first poetry and she is also the inspiration for the following poem I wrote.

तकदिरकी साजिशोंमें कही कोई राझ छुपा तो नहीं,
इत्तिफ़ाक़तले मिलने वाले मुसाफिरों की कही मंजिल एक तो नहीं..

मिलन लिखा हो तकदिरमे, तो मिलेंगे फिर इक बार इत्तिफ़ाक़तले,
पर उस दफा, मंजिल की परवाह किए बगैर, बस उस सफर की खूबसूरतीतले।

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P.S. In case, you want to read that first poem, here is the link:

https://crazytruefacts.wordpress.com/2014/04/20/quite-quietly/

Crazy Tale Of A King and Queen

‘Customer is king and kings never bargain’ was the first thing I noticed written on a board as we entered the store. We went for shopping today at Rasta Peth, Pune. This is going to be interesting, I thought. My brother was looking for a pair of jeans. Me and mother were helping him. I was just standing over there, pretending to help. A couple with their two kids, a girl of nine and a boy of five entered. Another guy, aged twenty something, seemed like a brother of a woman, accompanied them. They were in the store for buying a shirt for that guy. A salesman joined them.

Little siblings started running around, making noises, and their father asking them to behave themselves. Their mother was busy with her brother in choosing a good shirt. Kids refused to behave decently. So the father gave his phone to play games. Both of the kids sat on staircase. The girl was playing game and the boy was looking into phone. Then the father engaged into helping them choosing.

The guy tried two or three shirts, chose one, and her sister asked the shopkeeper for price. The shopkeeper offered 10 percent discount and refused to reduce price more than than. They were disappointed and didn’t buy anything. Store manager tried to convince them on their way out that the price was fair, but they didn’t listen and rushed out of the store. We were busy in choosing a pair of jeans. And a chattering noise came after few seconds. It was from the staircase. The kids were still there, engrossed in a game. It was almost 30 seconds since their parents left. We all were startled. One of the salesmen informed them that their parents had left. They were so engrossed, they didn’t respond. The parents hadn’t returned yet for their kids.

The salesman raised his voice to get their attention. The kids realized their parents had left. They descended staircase hurriedly and rushed out. Our eyebrows were raised and jaws dropped when we listened what the store manager said, ‘I hope their parents wouldn’t return if they loose them and blame us for not keeping an eye on them.’

As I Realized The Truth Doesn’t Have Shades

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As I woke up,
I noticed it was light outside,
Oh, no..!! I missed it.
I checked out time,
It was 6 in the morning.
Last time I saw,
It was 4:55 am and dark outside.

As my friends wanted this trip to beach,
For drinking and smoking,
And losing themselves.
For me, it was about,
Sitting at the shore alone,
And watching the transition,
From darkness to light.

As I decided not to sleep,
I couldn’t settle and gazed about those shades,
And everyone settled after showing,
New shades of their personalities
And reflecting on their lives.
I lay down for a moment,
And my eyes gave up.

As I missed that opportunity,
I thought I should see what’s left.
I noticed sun hasn’t risen yet,
So I can watch the palette of colors,
As sun rises on the horizon,
And water reflects those colors,
And I can reflect on my life.

As I rushed to the shore instantly,
I entered and stopped for a while,
Then, I realized eyes have limits.
They can see up to the horizon only,
So we have got imagination,
To see beyond horizon
And create an unimaginable world.

As I walked barefoot on white sand,
I could see a trail of footsteps,
Telling me, that’s what happens,
Wherever you go, whatever you do,
The trail will be left, though it’s unseen to you,
The footprints will remain in people’s minds,
About how you made them feel about themselves.

As I glanced at the sea,
The blustery winds blew my hair,
The turbulent and massive sea,
Was calling me out and mess with it,
And I thought of diving in the middle of it,
And what will happen to me,
The thought sent shivers down my spine.

As I saw the roaring waves coming and going,
What does that tell you?
The life is a turbulent sea,
These ebb tides and flood tides,
Are happiness and sadness.
They will come and go,
So stay strong, this, too, shall pass.

As I see no signs of sun,
It’s all white and black.
Then why am I here? I should go.
But it started drizzling instantly,
And I closed my eyes and felt every drop.
The sun was telling, by hiding behind clouds,
Forget everything and feel the moment.

As I heard a chirping sound,
I saw birds were hovering over,
Humming a tune in unison,
How beautiful it was!
Even though you don’t get what you want,
They were saying, there is always,
Something more beautiful awaiting you.

As I thought of going back to room,
Do I have anything more to see,
Anything new to experience?
And I realized what about reflecting,
Back on life and finding the truths,
And accepting them,
No matter how much I refuse to.

As I started contemplating,
I could see everything,
In white and black,
No complications, no manipulation,
A white truth about black reality,
It hits like a bullet,
Fired from a point black range.

As the crazy fact is,
The sun was making sure,
The shades he reflects on clouds,
Those black and white colors,
Helped me to get my mind straight,
Because the truth doesn’t have shades,
Only manipulation inserts shades in it.

18 Thoughtful Rumi Quotes Will Make You Contemplate Deeply About Life

Rumi was a Persian poet in 13th century, also known as Jalāl ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi, Mawlana, Mevlana in Turkey and Molavi in Iran. He was also a Jurist, Islam scholar, theologian and Sufi mystic. His poems reflect the great wisdom of life. Having translated widely into different languages of the world, the essence of life in his poems made his one of the most popular and best-selling poets. He wrote mostly in Persian, but occasionally, he used Turkish, Arabic and Greek as well. His work has been read in Persian language in Iran and other Persian speaking countries.

Rumi’s major work ‘Matnawiye Manawi’ is considered as one of the greatest works of mystical poetry, containing nearly 27,000 lines of poetry which is a six-volume collection. His legacy holds the importance in this era also as his philosophy is relevant after 7 centuries. Here are some of the quotes by Rumi that will make you contemplate about life:

“you are not a drop in the ocean. you are the entire ocean, in a drop.”

“everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.”

“everything in the universe is within you. ask all from yourself.”

“seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. seek the path that demands your whole being."

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. because for those who love with heart and soul, there is no separation.

“what you seek is seeking you.”

“do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.”

“your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.”

“don’t grieve. anything you lose comes round in another form.”

“yesterday i was clever, so i wanted to change the world. today i am wise, so i am changing myself.”

“raise your words, not voice. it is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

"when you do things from the soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy."

“set your life on fire. seek those who fan your flames.”

“your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”

“travel brings power and love back into your life.”

“the minute i heard my first love story, i started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. they’re in each other all along.”

“the wound is the place where the light enters you.”

"run from what's comfortable. forget safety. live where you fear to live. destroy your reputation. be notorious."

His contribution to world literature is extraordinary. His philosophy through his poems conveys deep feelings of human beings and touches hearts of millions. The influence of Rumi on the literature world is remarkable. That is why he is one of the most revered poets in the history.

The crazy fact is, his quotes are simple and short, but conveys deep meaning of life.