***Fate of INDIAN News industry***

Gone are the days when one used to watch movies for refreshment. Now the entertainment has got cheaper with cross functional avenues being explored by Hindi NEWS business. The cheapest form of entertainment has come in anew avatar called STAR NEWS, AAJ TAK, INDIA TV (Indian Hindi news channel). You cannot make out the difference between any of them. As each of them has got great entertainment quotient, the leader of the pact being INDIA TV. However with the exception of DD National news, which has kept up to its reputation of being a news channel.

Their main news sources for the news channels are some men with 2 pieces of saffron clothes making sagacious comment. Daily soaps, Youtube, the national game cricket, bollywood, a bit of politics, and business. With maximum on screen display of Rahul Gandhi, Anna hazare, Sachin tendulkar. As of now they are challenged by the likes of Digvijay Singh. Who is trying hard by making absurd comments? Not to forget the new anchor in the making, the beard man Amar Singh,  close confidant of Big B.

These mad junkies changed news definition by spending  entire 15 days in Ramlila ground catching crowd reaction. Forgetting everything and using entire workforce for the purpose. This exceeded the time spent by the Anna’s team on the ground. They showcase an idiot in the name of Rahul Gandhi good for nothing (certainly not a youth icon as projected).  Who would never make comment on matters of national interest? Who wound just meander across different region staying with poor families in the state of UP. Said to be contender to PM’s post gets hidden when any allegation on his party is made, he has never commented on rampant corruption which his team members have been found to be involved with.

Only politician left is the CHOTA MOTA HATHI aka Ms. Mayawati  and an old man with day night glasses on having verdict on every matter anytime (Digvijay Sing). They have bypassed the great man L.P.Yadav with their onscreen presence. Further the man who ate the bandwidth of 1,76,000 Cr of the telecom industry.

So called first citizens, the prime minister makes 1 statement in 3 days and president in 30 days. Don’t know why their involvement remains hidden if they are really involved in country affairs.

Of recent some bald cricketer has come in shouting as if being the mentor to Sachin. They are waiting to go gung ho about his 100^th century. Sure once its achieved the next 5 days would be spent daily on flashback of his career. As they always go on screen after every century. Sure many of them are already prepared with the videos. Which would be showcased for an entire week, may extend to months. Some astrologers are brought on news channel to do a workship so that he completes the century. They even told when should Sachin put his first footstep in new house with the timings. . ALL these seems just ridiculous and pathetic state of our so called news channel.

Coming to the daily soap which are the cheapest source of news. Story of daily soaps are repeated on news channel. As if these are the most important things. How would people on fighting screwing each other on B.Boss help the country economy? Or the absurd love stories based soaps help in reducing the poverty rate or provide moral education to the society.

Youtube, the web mogul is also a major source of news. Just browse and download and show, its that simple requiring no effort. Further, the Bollywood comes up with their promotions on news channel. Recent release movie cast going from one city to other driving, the whole family of the actor/actress from generations come up for promotion. Coming up with pathetic movies with Ra one leading the pact for this year, a complete disaster. The Bollywood child getting maximum publicity from birth of junior B. Fortunately the information was revealed after few months otherwise they would have got news for entire 9 months with all developments being updated every day. Might have run an entire weekly show showing the reaction and development of Aishwarya Rai. From what she ate and the doctor who did the delivery.

Where is the economic crisis, the inflation and may other matters of common interest? The petrol prices are part of discussion only on the days when they are announced. Where is our so called national sports hockey? Where are the news related to sports where India have been made proud of in Olympic?

The news of other parts of country other than metros.  On daily basis news about 60% of news is fro metros. As if there is no problem in other parts of the country. Ronit Roy rash driving finds a place, while the problem of farmers committing suicide remains hidden. The forthcoming problem of population which is already impacting the economy is not answered. The problem of flood, illegal mining from Goa(exporting ores greater 50% of total Indian export). Issue of bringing back the black money, the happenings of G20 meet, development across South China Sea which will impact our water woes, other international news which affects us in many ways are not addressed.

It seems the time has come where the Hindi news channel needs to change themselves. Hindi news channels should learn from DD news along with some English news channels which are going great. The news of national interest should get priority over Bollywood. Otherwise they are to remain as source of entertainment rather than a source of information.

All of them can contribute in much better way to the economy and thus to the people of India. They should not be confined to some region but should move in all corners, directions i.e North, East, West South. 

***** Shattered Dreams *****

N.B: The theme was provided by someone based on which everything has been built up. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

It was cool and pleasant evening. The ambience was light with last bit of setting sunlight coming through the tinted glass of window. A gentle breeze flowing made the leaves dance to their rhythm was visible from the window. The gentle breeze brought in with itself the fragrance of street flowers, wet soil after little unexpected rain in the evening. Beside the house was the street with trees planted on both side of it, yellow and white flowers lying on it. The flowers which fell down from the trees by the rain added to the scenic natural beauty. With lights fading by, the purity of nature blessed with the divine purity of silence could have been acknowledged by anyone. This was a perfect time for strolling down the streets with someone he liked.

Down there, he laid on the bed thinking in despair. Numerous opportunities which he let go off. Time and situations were almost perfect as per his preferences. But it was his fear, his amalgamated thoughts that restricted him. Now he has himself to blame for it.

"Small opportunities are often the beginning of great enterprises"

He had regrets that he did not accomplish his desires. Now everything was lost and seemed like a faint dream. His shattered dreams were slowly moving away from mind and vision. (At this tender of 21 people often tend to get attracted thinking of nothing else.)

Being the cynosure of all eyes from last few days and he was amazed to witness peoples around. This was quite opposite to his likings. His friends, family members whose names he didn’t even remembered had all come in numbers from last few days. Some he had never seen and some whom he recognized but never ever had a conversation with.

Still he greeted everyone with his faint smile. Smile was evident which he always bore for everyone regardless of having acquaintance with. Now it pained to smile from the bosom of his heart but he bore that with hesitancy. Just to assure others that he had no pain and guilt. The pain which was not physical but yet he was crying from inside. There can be medicine for physical pains but to such pains there are no respites. These heal only with time but now he was running short of it.

His shy nature had fetched him only few friends. Even with them he had small conversations. Never did he engage himself in any kind of personal talks. He seemed to enjoy his solitude.

“Silence is not audible but it creates enough doubt on others which can never be clarified.”

Such was his nature and he preferred to remain idle. He stayed at a distance and was quite uncomfortable with crowd. His uneasiness was easily observable. His confusion, agony was quite evident on his face now. But he never shared his feeling with anybody. Some friends advised him earlier to solve his issues and feelings with aid of someone closer. Someone whom he trusted and was comfortable with. But it seemed all their advice and suggestion fell on deaf ears.

There were his concerns, fears and his shy nature which make him keep his emotions to himself. He liked someone but never had the courage to initiate a conversation to convey his feelings. Slowly with time his affection increased but to no effect. He kept an eye on her, following her wherever he could. Such was the magnitude of his passion and liking for her. His silent nature would have never made anyone guess what he was thinking. His close aide’s i.e. his small group of friends had never heard anything of such sort in any conversation with him.

He had always thought of expressing his feeling to her. However assuring that no one else knows his feeling. He dreamt of walking on the silent streets holding her hands, away from this mundane world expressing all his feelings for her. Smiling and enjoying her presence as he moved while sharing their thoughts.

Everything was now lost as he laid there on the. He had some unknown disease where the nerves to his brain where slowly drying up. In other words the flow of blood to his brains was feeble and going to stop in sometime. Thus making it dysfunctional leading to his last breathes. He was diagnosed of this a month ago. When he came with its symptoms but now the stage was so critical that nothing could have been done.

So, with heavy heart he now felt that it was good that he let those opportunities let pass by. Otherwise his conditions might have affected her.  The consequences might have broken her. Thinking about the situations shivered him with horror, rattling him entirely. As he woke up in astonishment out of this horrible dream. Realizing whatever he saw was all dreams and prayed that never shall anyone be in such situation which brings melancholic depression to anyone.

Dreams and desires may remain as it is for most of us.

So it’s solely of the individual to make the opportunity count. Convey your feelings as regretting later might prove futile. Be satisfied yourself..............

***** ROCKSTAR ******

It was a nice drive to the outskirts of the city in Nilav’s car. Hari as usual kept up to his commitment (as for him Kmitment is kmitment) reaching the theatre first even after directly coming from plant. While others came from home with time ranging from minutes to hours spent with vanity box (possible reason for late coming). It was a large group and mismanagement was not beyond exception with the “quality people” coming in with distinguishing characteristics. The people to reach theatre earliest were managing the group. And were the last to enter the theatre after approx 30 minutes (Kudos to those “noble characters”). After losing out almost 20 minutes of the movie even I was inside. Still our fully booked row bored an empty look. The mayhem didn’t ended there as the usual latecomer SH was without ticket and was deprived of entering inside. The problem finally got sorted after 40 minutes as all settled down gazing at the screen. We were the only fools it seemed who were with tickets from starting but without brains. There was no stark difference as an unusual behavior is expected when girls are the part of fleet. So that was nothing unusual as stark difference among few “noble characters” is easily recognizable whenever group has someone from opposite sex. (Subject of study for psychologist)

Now coming to the movie:

It’s more of a musical platform with a painful love story. The brilliant voice of Mohit Chauhan in congruence with the “true musical rockstar” of our country aka A.R.Rehman makes the story take a backseat. The eclectic soothing music with touch of hard rock and Sufism keeps the audience engaged (only +ve about the movie).

The magical DOCOMO poster boy shares onscreen with a newbie. American-born who made her first appearance in Kingfisher calendars. (Now the Kingfisher is counting its days on the calendar.) Jokes apart it was wonderful that such mesmerizing beauty was found earlier. (“As introduction of such calendar might be difficult for the KF in future”.) They enjoy a good explosive chemistry between them. Ranbir Kapoor (JJ from Jonardhan to Jordan) captures onscreen with wild and cute looks every moment. He has got style and is turning out to be a good actor too.

The concept of promoting tourism was carried forward by the show of picturesque scenes and culture of our Kashmir and Chez Republic. However the lackluster story with flaws on relating to real life is easily recognizable. Abrupt stoppage at intermission and at end adds to the disappointment. This was truly not justified after such hype and hoopla which it promised while canvassing from last few months.

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N.B: The plot might not be in total sync with actual story as it was not able to stop me from sleeping in between.

The first half is a universal version of DELHI belly with small slangs in common use and electrifying romantic moments. A talented college lad (R Kapoor or JJ) as usual gets lost of his passion owing to a girl (Heer). The college canteen owner makes him understand the necessity of suffering and pain for being successfull.

Devoid of the 2 ingredients of success he tries to get involved with Heer. JJ like an idiot chases Heer following her words. Though she was to get married after 2 months but wanted to spend her quality time fulfilling her wild fantasies doing all kind of taboo activities. Like moving in street theatres to watch B grade film JJawani, drinking country liquor, and playing small pranks while people were peeing….

Then the plot moves to KASMIR for her marriage. As usual in hindi movies, the time spent brings them close to each other. They again carry on with their last snippets of fun and frolic activities in Kashmir. (With a tribute paid to Shammi Ji with the beautiful song.) The love was kindled but no effect as JJ returns back home and Heer moves to Prague.

After returning back the JJ good for nothing is forcefully made to look after a family business. Though wrongly accused of stealing is made to move out of from home. With a passion kindled for meeting his love he retorts back to his passion of music in S Nizammudin mosque. Coming back to real life after almost 2 months, his talent for music gets recognised by a shahnai player(Ustad Bismillah Khan portrayed by Late Shammi kapoor)who advices the music company to bet on him.

“Yeh bada jaanwar hai. Yeh chhote pinjre mein nahi samayega”

The bet pays of and now the music company moves to Prague (Czec Republic) for concerts. JJ gathers the opportunity to move to Prague without second thoughts. Thus making a comeback in Heer’s life who seemed to be psychologically down in foreign country. After some hesitancy, she continues with him a step ahead engaging in all nonsensical stuffs once again. The street romance continues between them but with some hesitancy from Heer.

Recognizing that she had been doing wrong she tries distant herself. This adds to her sufferings and is the reason for her poor mental and physical health. While JJ reverts to drinking, showing signs of frustration and anguish owing to separation.  Although his musical talent was now widely recognized and turned him to superstar. Her physical condition deteriorates and is again restored while JJ comes back to his life from India on Heer's sister (Mandy) request. On seeing her surprising recovery the onscreen couple moves back to India. While JJ clashes with media in anguish of associating him with Heer who was already married.

She moves back to Prague again stating she was married. In separation her condition worsens in Prague as she goes into coma and is also found pregnant because of JJ. The musical plot ends with beautiful song from the maestro Rahman and M Chauhan. The movie ended showcasing Jordan on stage performing with Heer “Nadaan Parindey” which was his illusion.

Moral of the story: If it’s really the necessity of pain and sufferings that makes one famous then everyone has got enough inspiration from the 3 hour spent to be successfull.

True "ROCKSTAR"

!!!!!!! First in Second !!!!!

GOD HELP ME! The number 2 is not leaving me.

My D.O.B certificate mentions that I was the born at 2.oo am. I am the second child of my parents. As per my mom I was declared alive only after the second pat on my ass by the doctor. I would take revenge. I had consistently been second throughout my academics. The first class that I joined in school was L.K.G, second step for kids in schools. Consistently from the 8th standard I had been second in my class. I cleared my AIEEE, JEE in my second attempt. I had been second throughout my college career. My first attempts in various exams have jilted my confidence .Don’t know if it follows the same pattern. I cannot understand anything in my first attempt. It always takes me second reading to know about any topic. I have been second last consistently in the races that I have participated ever.

Hope the digit 2 leaves me. Its better but still not the best.

!!!!!!!!!!! Unbounded Adoration !!!!!!!!!!!!

N.B. - This is my attempt at short story. This is an apocryphal story and the plot has been modified so that no one gets scared . Something more close to true story was intended.

“Whoa what a place to live in!” everybody exclaimed on having the first look at the facilities and the serene surrounding. Though none had the idea what it could turn out to be. It was indeed very pleasant equipped with gym, swimming pool, badminton court and a small but beautiful ground. Everything was well maintained but something was in the air that was deceptive. Months passed by however no one noticed anything mysterious. As it was the best place to live in the great industrial township of India. One easily forgot the distance that one was from his peers. Seasons came and the choice of sports shifted from one to another for all the residents of this small heaven.

The backside of hostel was the most happening place in this winter. Not because girls wing was on that part of hostel, but due to the game of badminton being played by groups of people, including the coach N. But of late people realized that something was fishy. There was something mysterious that nobody was talking about or afraid of revealing the truth if he knew it. People complained of seeing someone wandering about at midnight near the backside wall of the hostel among the trees. Even during badminton match for an instance I saw someone but didn’t paid any heed to it thinking as if I might be hallucinating.

But what few girls saw during last few midnights was really scary. They saw shadow of a woman walking near the boundary wall next to badminton court. Acting smartly, to avoid panic they narrated this incident secretly to the warden. The warden was also stunned to hear this and asked them not to spread the message to everyone. But the recent incident made everybody to inquire and think. A security guard was found fainted at the backside of hostel. He was put on duty after the complaint. What he narrated astonished everybody. Even he looked numbed and complained the same thing.

Soon the residents tried to inquire from the house owner who stayed next to the hostel. His house, the temple and the graveyard were in line with our back side boundary wall. An old clergyman with his wife and son lived there. They were the oldest resident of that place. He explained the whole story. He said he saw the same formation from last few years. Right from the day Aria died. She was a young woman being survived by her only son Sohan. Her only obsession was her child. She used to live in the shattered house in the middle of the ground with her only son. Forcefully her house was taken by some voluntary organisation. They sold that piece of land to a company for the construction of hostel. In lieu of which a job was guaranteed  in hostel and a house next to cleric house. Henceforth she used to work during daytime, while her son went to school. 

It was his 10th birthday and she had guaranteed her a gift for the occasion. So he was also very happy and didn’t go to school that day. Instead he merrily played around in the hostel as she worked along. An unfortunate accident occurred which left everybody stunned. In the evening as Aria was searching Sohan, he was found dead at the backside of the hostel, with blood oozing out from his head. It seemed as if he slipped from the roof while playing. This left every one surprised and gloomy. The police seized the body for autopsy. She was there with the gift she promised but her son was no more. Each and every day were killing her from inside. He was her only reason for surviving till now after her husband’s death. Each day she would hold the gift and try to look for her son. In the backyard near the mango tree, his favorite spot but she would again return back. This continued for a week but she succumbed to the fatal mental shock. She could not tolerate any further and jumped off from the same roof. This incident is known to few.

The cleric further said :

“it shows the affection that a mother has for her child. She spends her entire life to give him every kind of joy bearing every pain. There is every possible reason in the world why a child feels most secure in the palms of her mother. That is the most authentic, undemanding care and affection one can ever get.”

Though many have seen someone walking through the grooves during the night after that incident. A shadow of a woman holding something in her hand. She would walk down the length of the back yard. From then some impression of a face develops on the back yard wall. The girls might have witnessed the same. Only after one tries to look with attention, one can notice this. 
Though no one has seen someone in actual there.

All ABOUT MYSELF.

I am afraid of GIRL’S. The only species in the world of whom i am afraid of.

I can be a RBI governor. I also sign on currency NOTES.

I hate wearing shoes of same size. They are so much out of vogue. I never wear shoes.

I brought back the eraser from the CAT 2009 exam.

I fractured mine and somebody else leg on my first ride on scooter.

I have killed just 2 persons in my entire counter strike career (of 40 matches ). I hate computer games.

I used the same photograph of mine taken in ninth standard for my JEE , AIEEE ,ALL MY SEM EXAMS ,PLACEMENTS, PAN CARD , LICENSE.

I write SCRAPS IN MY OWN SCRAPBOOK. I am proud to have 370 entries in my scrapbook .The first hundred were mine only.

I think MADHU KODA was one of the main cause of recession in INDIA.

I think that I equally deserved Nobel PEACE PRIZE. (if OBAMA can have it without doing anything then why cant I ?)

I think that I will have BARACK OBAMA as my servant one day.

I have now understood why only few people celebrate WORLD HINDI DAY. That is because i was born on that day.

I always write ENGG . As I know that there is a 50 : 50 chance that i would write the correct spelling of engg .

I posses only 2 certificates till now. One birth certificate and other school leaving. Even of them I am not sure where I kept the first one.

I along with my 1 friend drank 2 Lts of mirinda. The cold drink was at ROOM TEMPERATURE from 2 days.

I love my STYLE OF DANCING. The usual way like drunken bastards. Even we tried to master it by practicing when we were at our old hostel. (the usual barathi way)

I love listening to Himesh’s song. He inspires me with the confidence that there is no such word as ENERGY DEFICIT.

I can spend an entire day solving Sudoku & cross words. I am sure I WOULD NOT BE ABLE to solve one in the entire day.

I don’t wear my specs. Though my power has been increasing linearly @ (- .5) every year I hate people with specs.

I love watching INDIA TV. They make some sensational soaps n serials.

I bunk classes. Yet I have 100 % attendance.

Even I think that Katrina Kaif was once a man.

I have read ONLY ONE LESSON from my Norman Lewis book. I purchased it 2 yrs ago. Actually no one can increase my word power. Even I cant.

I haven’t read a single Harry Potter novel .Neither any of mine engg books that I bring so desperately from library on the very first day of my semester classes.


I wore the PINK SHIRT for my FIRST & LAST INTERVIEW in 2009. I would never use that again. Thought that the colour could do some sort of magic.

I do not come out of my exam hall before time. Even though I may have completed my entire paper. I believe there is a scope for improvement always. As I don’t trust mine.

I had spent only 10 weekends in my 4 yrs of college life. A great achievement.

I hate people with brains. People think I m one.

I love DAN BROWN’S novel. They seem so realistic . Rigtly said : Imagination has no boundaries.

I keep it as a daily routine to throw my old cellphone. Since the time I got it as a gift in 2007.

I speak in english only when i m drunk. I don’t drink. Its injurious for health.

I am writing this blog 5 days BEFORE THE EXAM that could change my fortune. I don’t want to change my future.

I played snooker only once in my lifetime. I was fined for tearing the cloth on my first shot.

I have never paid my semester fees myself during the entire 4 yrs. Even i haven’t seen the results myself.

I carry 5 pens with me in examination hall.(two for person behind me). I am so generous . J

I read my FRIENDS HOROSCOPE EVERYDAY. I don’t read mine actually I know nothing in the world could change my destiny.

I can watch 5 movies within 50 minutes. However intriguing they may be. Thanks to the man who coupled mousepad along with the laptop.

I can watch Zee business, Star cricket, NDTV 24x7x365.

I hate person who gamble. I love share market. I gamble

I have talked on phone for a maximum of 4 minutes. That was with customer care. My average call duration is 60 seconds.

I have watched 4 films in a picture hall and a Total OF 8 in my entire lifetime.

I love junk foods. I think they are the only ones that has the greatest percentage in my diet.

I never learn from my mistakes. Because i have not done any yet.

I think even i can make PJs .

***** IMMORTAL FEELINGS *******

N.B: Any relation with anyone living or dead is totally at reader’s behest. Don’t get personal n emotional. (Please.........) 

She conveyed her feelings secretly gathering all her courage. He had no response to it. Only change was exchanging of true smiles every time they saw each other.

A day before vacation, it was raining incessantly in the morning. A feeble attendance turned up for the class. Even the number of teacher witnessed a shortfall that day. So the school ended an hour earlier. The dark thunderous clouds were looping all over the sky. However the rain had stopped for a while. So the boy hurriedly gathered his bicycle for his way home. It was a long journey way back home through the woods. The heavy rain started pouring again within minutes as he left.  So he stopped under the shade of the tree. The thunderstorm had drenched him to the skin.He saw her shivering and moving towards the shade for some protection. Even she was completely drenched. 

They looked at each other shyly without exchanging a word. Seeing the brewing thunderstorm he offered her a lift on his cycle. She agreed to move ahead with him amidst the rain. Completely drenched they moved through the woods on the lonesome path. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as they moved ahead. The flex of his muscle touching her body as he paddled through captivated her thoughts. However they continued without exchanging a word. But the fire of love flared through their thumping hearts. Both of them could feel each other emotions even without uttering a word.

As Soon as they reached the façade of her home, he conveyed his response to the unanswered question. The question asked by her months ago gathering all her courage. She explained of her anxiety for the moment and planted a passionate gentle kiss on his cheek. Remaining speechless and holding each other hands, they kept on seeing each other. They wanted to talk to each other for long but were short of words now. The distant friendship had blossomed into love. Breaking the silence the boy promised to keep in touch during vacation as he was moving to LEH for visiting his parents.

Her family was out of town for a week. The loneliness was killing. However his voice on phone kept her some solace to her heart. For last two days she became restless as her calls remained unanswered.  Until this happened, the news of cloudburst destroying the LEH was being aired. Emergency helpline numbers were of no use. She kept on praying with her weeping heart in some hope for his survival. Suddenly she could hear some familiar voice calling her outside her house. Her prayers were answered as she saw him outside. She ran in his arms with her misty eyes. He explained that he had left LEH a day earlier before the disaster struck. Even he could not spend a day without seeing her. It was his feelings that saved him.

 “When you have true feelings for someone, the whole universe conspires to bring you together”

HALLUCINATORY TRUTH

N.B - Based on a partially true story. Any comparison with personal lives should be at own behest.

I could sense something unusual as the dawn was breaking. An acute pain coupled with thunderous cacophonous sound rattled my brain. Deemed it wisely to move out to have some fresh air. Everything was placid. The haunted streets created a sense of fear. Everything was stand still with no sign of life on the road. No sigh of relief for my mental condition. The mournful silence further deteriorated my mental & physical condition. Everything seemed an illusion and caused dizziness paralyzing my senses. However continued walking through the street beside the meandering river. Just after few footsteps through the desolate place, could hear the sniffling sound. Being frightened & gathering some courage I traced forward the amplifying crying sound. There was a lonesome girl weeping on a bench.. Some sort of apparition! On my first sight had an eccentric feeling of déjà vu. There was some uncanny familiarity. However my aberrant mental state provided me no assistance in recognizing her.

I approached her to know the cause of grief . What was she doing alone in this isolated place? She got even more feared and was adamant of breaking her silence. After persisting obligingly for some time, slowly she stopped weeping and started muttering her sorry story in an undertone.

Her initial words seemed incoherent. Her name was ……. She deeply loved one of his school mates. But never approached him ought of fear. She would spend long hours thinking about him. Once she gathered all her courage and disclosed her feelings for him. There was no reply. Like strangers they carried on. The only visible change was sharing of a smile on seeing each other. She heard something from his friends. Of late that even he developed some feelings for her. However he didn’t want to embarrass her publicly and lacked fortitude to convey his response to him. However her parents were adamant on the decision of her marriage. As it was considered taboo for a girl to be single at her age in the society they were living in. Her affection was so deep that she could not even think of anyone else. Hence following her heart she was left with no choices. The only viable option was to flee away or SUIC…

As the shades of night were getting lighter, I was interrupted by a call from home and moved away a bit to attend it. As soon as the call ended I turned back, to my dismay found the bench vacant. She seemed to flee away by the fear of being recognized by hordes of morning walkers in an isolated place. 

So even I left towards home with my sub conscious mind. Still thinking of where had I saw her? Am I connected to her in some way? Many questions started revolving around my already shattered brain. As I grasped the daily local newspaper and peeked through, I got shivers through my already numbed body. The headline reported of a suicide in the nearby colony bearing the photo of the same girl. She attempted suicide last night in lieu of respect for her love, who happened to be my closest friend. Soon everything got clear .  I fainted then & there itself and have no clues of the aftermath.