Who Cares, Who is afraid?

Trust me I wont let u down…
I won't give u a chance to frown.
For winning is the motive and fighting is the way,
We may die in sequence of this fray.
But then who cares, who is afraid?
People turn us down,
we may not win the crown.
But then who cares , who is afraid?
We can fight beyond the last bullet
Until spending blood till the last droplet.
Worst case we die and loose…
But then who cares , who is afraid?

The cult Life!

I was sitting in the chair,
With my heart filled of despair.
I knew I was going mad,
But I had no option but being sad.
I was held by the obssession,
Which occured to me in succession.
Life was inscruttable,
and death was inevitable.
I lost even my breath,
in life's anguish and wrath.
But I was profound to finish it all ...
Stopping life's rolling ball.
Soon I was to be closed in a vault,
Then my style would become a cult!
(by Me.)

A Nightmare Or A Sweet Dream!!!!

It was a cold night as the rain was pouring heavily. It was November I remember. Some thing stung my eyes ....it didn't take me much to know it was the sparkling light coming out of the 4th floor of the insti building. "What the hell"....came out of me involuntarily as my adrenalin started acting. I jerked back horrified. All that I could see was just 2 images more like shadows. The first thing that filled my mind was the eerie images of ghosts. "Do they really exist" ..was the question I have asked that morning. "All crap u know ....ghost I can't believe some one like u can even think of things like that" bobby has told. But I could really see them now I told myself. I stepped slowly towards it. It was a good 200 meters way from the out gate of the hostel. As I always promote myself to be gutsy I hesitated to get any one accompany me. Alone down the road I moved closer. Now the scene clearer and the terrible light more dazzling. The images moving random on the corridor....now started to merge into the point where they were emanating from. The arrangement was weird ....they tried to reveal something kind of cipher message. It was a hieroglyphs; a symbol for a word. My neuron signals started flipping through my weak white matter to find a match. My mind didn't consume too much memory cycles to know it was the ancient symbol for the evil spirits. It was only because of my interest in symbology. "But do the ghosts understand symbology?" I was skeptical about myself. I was moving slower as I approached the staircase which overlooks the corridor..giving me a clear view of the scene. I was moving up with my eyes stuck to the corridor, like I was looking at myself in the mirror overlooking everything around. Had I ever looked at my books with that sort of concentration I would have topped the university. Suddenly what stopped my slow progress was the giggles that I heard. It was kinda they know about my stealth entry to their territory," do they really?". I felt the cold ness that made me a corpse, but I had to move up, I was too close to quit.
I was now on the 4th floor, the lights now more random but a lil deem. 1 full hour ,what I consumed to cover a journey of 200 meters. I was about to witness the most horrified image of my life. "May be I'll be the only one to brag my meeting with ghosts next morning provided I survive" I told myself to give myself a lil strength in vain ,recalling the PD class of that morning which told about positive attitude. "Do the ghosts understand English .... I could at least negotiate for my life" I thought. I came closer while one of those 5 lights went off. "Was the ghost appalled by me or anything wrong?" I was struggling my own ideas.
ssshhh.....ssshhh.......sssssssshhhhhhhhhhh.....the sound that came along, like some one dieing to breath or breathing to die. The sound more stronger now was not the only one to reverberate along with came the sound Thud...thud...thud...thud....thud..thudthudthudthud. Like a predator to kill its target.
My heart was about to beat its last few beats before failing when I heard "VOH" . I don't really remember how I was taken back to the hostel room or who took me there. But I was alive when I got my sense back. 2 weeks have passed in between but I never solved the mystery of those dangling lights.
" Hi Abinash" sonia greeted ."Hi" I reacted quite surprisingly as we usually never talk. " I doubt u r in ur ghost story rite now" she told smilling. "No..no.. I was just ......! but how do u know about that?" I managed and fired back frowned. "Well if u promise me u won't get annoyed with me and not make a issue of it I would like to tell u something. "She told looking down creating two beautiful dimples not by smilling but by trying to show she is sorry." I know because I was the conceiver of that idea, Bobby told me about ur phasmophobia" she said reluctantly. "See we were just trying to pull u out of this mess ...the fear u know" she told trying to set the flag in the wind's direction."What?" I reacted. "Sorry, it escalated to something more than what was expected, but we never thought u r such a "FATTU". "What ? I m not ...mind u. And who were the others by the way " I pretended to be angry but was lil shameful; and nervous for talking to the one whom I could only dream of talking to. "We means me, Raji, Bobby, Jaggu and pankaj" she told with her eye lids flipping more quickly now. A typical gal's style u know. " In fact Bobby, Jaggu and Pankaj were holding the torches. And they got u back to the room." she told trying to fight back her fake tears (I believe) now. It certainly felt good as I got another career option to think of "ACTING", after all I pretended nicely enough to make a beautiful gal cry. "Its all right now please don't cry . I can't loose those drops ....this canteen floor doesn't deserve it" I told waving my hanky before her; struggling to look serious as I was flying inside for having the most beautiful gal of the campus crying for me . I was lucky that she didn't take the hanky but I could bet she would have spited on me if she had taken that one. U know the dirt-dirty condition. "Well we can then initiate a nice friendship here on" I told anxiously to hear a yes. "But I think I have something more than that to tell u" she replied softly looking at me from the corners of her eyes.....leaving me a lead to guess what next !!

Well I have more Audience that I think....

It was one of my earlier posts in my blog where I had mentioned ... "No one except JB checks my blog.". But its today I got a mail from a beloved junior (Mihir ) that he checks it regularly and was a bit upset as I had not included him in my audience. Then many more reported that they usually check my blog and are frequent visitor. After that post I have received around 15 complains that I should be careful while dealing with such statistics. Well I am really glad that I have a good reasonable number of audience and too frequent ones. Thaks a lot. And sorry for the exclusion. Arbind has also become a profound reader of my blog so thanks to him too. One had mentioned he finds my writing very inspiring so I keep on doing that. Well thats good.
I will keep on wrting and updating my blog every now and then.. but I am getting a lil busy as I am also doing a part time job as a "creative writer" for an online advertising company. So do check my blog regularly and thanks againg.
Bye,
Truly
Abinash.