Who am I, I shall not answer. For I'm nobody, nowhere, and yet everywhere. I'm the one who listens to you when you sob in your pillow in the darkness of the night, talk in the air on solitary walks, curse under your breath, and wish with your eyes shut. I'm the one who talks to you when nobody's around, helping you decide the right from the wrong. I'm everywhere, yet nowhere. But I know you.
And I know them. All three of them. Her, him and him.
They are caught among questions, desires, doubts and fears of love that are theirs, yet not theirs alone. They are caught because they love someone more than their own selves, even if they don't realise this, or realise who it is. They could be anyone else, for their stories are only painful, not unique. They are nameless, not heartless.
I know the time has come when I need to help them. I love them, their spirits, too much to let them kill themselves like this. I have to take responsibility and figure out a solution to whisper to them in their ears when they are not seeing. I have to infiltrate their dreams and show them the way out. But before that, I must know the way out myself.
And I don't.
It's a shame, really, but I don't know either the correctest or the least painful way. They say Destiny is powerful. Crap. I'm a slave to their wills and their choices. It's their choices that will tell me what is correct, and that's what I'm going to wait for now.
I'm going to give them the choices.
To him, I'd ask, does he love her or not? If he does, is he ready to trust her again? Is he ready to forgive her if need be? Is he ready to correct for what he knows he's done wrong?
If he doesn't, is he courageous enough to tell her that? To free her? To apologise and let her go?
To her, I'd ask, does she love him, or him, or even herself? Does she remember love means respect, integrity and honesty? Is she willing to be honest with him, and him? Is she willing to break the shackles of self-pity and selfishness and bare herself to the two people who have known and understood her the most? If not, is she ready to guarantee herself to be happy in the future?
To him, I'd ask, do you remember friendship, even more than love, is about respecting your friend? Is he ready to sacrifice and yet stay happy? Can he accept and forgive? Can he forgo and forgive? Does he realise that in becoming a lover from a friend, he needs to remember to remain being a friend first? Is he courageous enough to confess? Is he courageous enough to hear a confession and judge on merit?
I'd ask, and I'd let them choose.
Then, things will happen. Break or join. But happen. One of them may end up dead or wasted, or all three may stay happy. Destiny can't tell.
But they can. Soon they'd choose.
Meanwhile, I'd have to stay my toes. Either way, lots of tears are going to fall. Someone has to catch them.
And I know them. All three of them. Her, him and him.
They are caught among questions, desires, doubts and fears of love that are theirs, yet not theirs alone. They are caught because they love someone more than their own selves, even if they don't realise this, or realise who it is. They could be anyone else, for their stories are only painful, not unique. They are nameless, not heartless.
I know the time has come when I need to help them. I love them, their spirits, too much to let them kill themselves like this. I have to take responsibility and figure out a solution to whisper to them in their ears when they are not seeing. I have to infiltrate their dreams and show them the way out. But before that, I must know the way out myself.
And I don't.
It's a shame, really, but I don't know either the correctest or the least painful way. They say Destiny is powerful. Crap. I'm a slave to their wills and their choices. It's their choices that will tell me what is correct, and that's what I'm going to wait for now.
I'm going to give them the choices.
To him, I'd ask, does he love her or not? If he does, is he ready to trust her again? Is he ready to forgive her if need be? Is he ready to correct for what he knows he's done wrong?
If he doesn't, is he courageous enough to tell her that? To free her? To apologise and let her go?
To her, I'd ask, does she love him, or him, or even herself? Does she remember love means respect, integrity and honesty? Is she willing to be honest with him, and him? Is she willing to break the shackles of self-pity and selfishness and bare herself to the two people who have known and understood her the most? If not, is she ready to guarantee herself to be happy in the future?
To him, I'd ask, do you remember friendship, even more than love, is about respecting your friend? Is he ready to sacrifice and yet stay happy? Can he accept and forgive? Can he forgo and forgive? Does he realise that in becoming a lover from a friend, he needs to remember to remain being a friend first? Is he courageous enough to confess? Is he courageous enough to hear a confession and judge on merit?
I'd ask, and I'd let them choose.
Then, things will happen. Break or join. But happen. One of them may end up dead or wasted, or all three may stay happy. Destiny can't tell.
But they can. Soon they'd choose.
Meanwhile, I'd have to stay my toes. Either way, lots of tears are going to fall. Someone has to catch them.
29 comments:
O my gosh! the judgement day is indeed a reality! :i
With a 'conclusion' like this, it's all just begun.
And having read the previous three parts, I'm sure they're all courageous enough to do what they think is right, even if it is too hard.
[oracle]
Watever u want to believe!
[doc]
It's life. IT begins when someone says happily ever after. And here, the path is now set. Conclusions cant be any more concrete.
hope everyone knows the right from the wrong.
Kyon Darein Zindagi Mein Kya Hoga,
Kuch Na Hoga To Tajruba Hoga
Hansti Aankhon Mein Jhaank Kar Dekho,
Koi Aansu Kahin Chupa Hoga
sorry for the delay, finally couriered you some,should reach by tomorrow afternoon, the number and name is for real but no balance to receive a call :)
PS- read the 4 parts
rationale, choices, impulsive behaviour, sentiments, hurts;the potpourri is too much to chart out the path to follow, but you know it already, dont you ;)
simplicity needs to obliterate too many choices to make way for some tempting choices, but behind their deceptive straighforwardness lies too much to be given a shrug.
[desperado]
Wah.
really nice verse, and well put.
[catalyst]
Ah, welcome back.
let's see if i receive anyhing...:)
I know it, and am glad u read it. Some people's opinions matter :)
And you're right. There lies too much behind to give a shrug. And hence, nothing is simple.
[gautam]
You're few of the rudest people i have met in blog world, and seriously speaking, you have zero ethics. You've no right to copy my writing without acknowledging the source, and I never asked u to read wat i write, and hence you have no right to be judgemental on what I feel or write, or why.
[All]
guys, friends, all those who follow my blog, you got to read this chap gautam's blogs and the way he reacts here. He's literally copied several of my posts and still manages to be so rude.
Such terrible behavior.
@phoenix
the verse is from a ghazal written by Javed Akhtar for Jagjit Singh's album "Soz"...beautifully sung by jagjit singh
Interesting write-up all the way through...wonder how it'll end.
To add to desperado's thought, also reminds one of "Main Khayal Hoon Kisi Aur Ka" sung by Mehdi Hasan...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8pCzxhKQn0
@gautam
you are on a help mission or wht dude...blog is a personal space where people write what they feel like...you dont like it dont read it...and its quite sad and ironic that your blog title is "me myself" and you still have to rely on other people's work....play it cool buddy....and if you cant be original atleast credit the person whose ideas you are blatantly copying
dont let his miserable existence bother you, publicity by dragging you into this rubbish seems his only purpose.
[siyaah]
thanks, and nice to see you around after long.
[desperado]
Thanks, but i'd say pests are best ignored.
[catalyst]
Gosh!
I got it. Really, never thought you were actually serious. Dont even know what to say...thankkss though.
But seriously you never ceased to amze me, and these time you've topped urself.
Gosh...thanks dear, I'm too moved for words (you sure know how to flatter girls though)
Tell me when I can finally call you. :)
nicely written throughout!was waitin for ur 4th post!!well concluded!though somewhat felt was on the lines of ON@CC by Chetan Bhagat!yet nice!and, ignorance is bliss dear!such people have now even started hauting people on blogger as if orkut wasnt enough! :) so Ditch!and dont take such comments to your heart!
sorry for being late...
Lovely conclusion to a complicated situation.
Yes I read Gautam's blog and yes I agree that some of the posts are just plain copy...
Shantanu
@Gautam
Kid grow up... remeber how ppl abused Subhash K Jha for copying some posts from the blog passionforcinema.com
I know that you are going to start abusing me now... hehehehe
ok... shoot ;-)
[metallica bhakt]
Thanks.
Is it like ON@CC..dunno...havbent read any of chetan bhagat's. but anyhow, nice seeing u around babe
[shantanu]
Thanks dude :)
u write beautifully!
Keshi.
hope you liked 'em, people can be very particular ....
i keep my words, always :) and afterall it was you ;) how coudnt I *wink*
i am delighted when someone unexpectedly gifts me something that i like, and for a selected few i try to do the same, thats it. my imagination doesnt go beyond a smile that my actions might bring :)
i suggest you continue with your writing and I with my comments :)
[Keshi]
Thanks.
[catalyst]
Er well...i just loved'em thanks.
and like ur way of doing things too.
Let's just keep living.
:)
I really don't know what to say Phoenix, I really am not made for such kind of stuff, poor Destiny too was stumped, but he still managed well in the end. The fault is no one's yet there is a problem - this happens very often in life. I liked the anonymity of the characters and the lack of unnecessary details (Even though this is not my style, it suited THIS fic perfectly!) All the characters sounded pretty sensible here, but then such issues aren't just restricted to those who are not. Normally solving problems for people is WAAYYY easier than solving your own, but after reading this, I was stumped - this problem ain't too easy. You are great with such kind of stuff, the story flowed with depth and simplicity and I just loved the opening paragraph of the last part!
As for Gautam: You really shouldn't worry about him you know. He sounds like an astounding loser with a breathtakingly low IQ who doesn't even know which part of the body the socks should go. The world has it's little share of neurotics, you see..and he will be the loser in the end - when he's all alone in his house someday and NO ONE volunteers to tie his shoelaces for him...then he would know!! That life is not about creating illusory blogs of your own, copying material from other people and that's when his ephemeral brain would EXPLODE!
(Though he has awakened you to an appropriate calamity. I really thing you must remove the really good stuff from your blog. I mean, what if a certain Mr. Ramjanwalla Dopaiseka publishes a bestselling "THE BIG BOOK OF DEEP, GENDER-RELATED FICTION" and takes away all the royalty!!??)
[akshay]
Lol! Gosh I really missed you.Maybe because I've taken a liking to your humorous comments. So, thanks for reading, and stay funny :)
As for the story, yup it;s complicated, and more than that it's fairly real. In fact you need to be slightly rational and intelligent to make such huge difficult mess in ur life. Solutions, well, I could have easily supplied one, but I felt an open ending with the right questions left enough for everyone to imagine possible solutions, consequences and pains.
About Gautam, pests are best ignored. I dont mind the abuse, but he abuses AND copies everything. Anyway, you're funy. I hope he reads your comment. And thanks for your suggestion, but really i'm not THAT good and then, who's gonna sift the better stuff from this 297 post blog.
Read this quotation on a blog today:
Don't worry about people stealing your ideas. If your ideas are any good, you'll have to ram them down people's throats.
-Howard Aiken
(Though this hasn't got much of a relevance here, as the issue here was rude behavior, mostly.)
Finally got around to reading the four part epic....... fabulous..... absolutely amazing...... top class........
[vik]
Nice one. I shd start picking stuff to ram down :P
[rohan jain]
Hey thanks :)
I was looking for the series with named characters, Akash and Neha or some other names may be.. but glad to be directed here :)
Initially i felt that both the 'he's were alternate versions of the same him.. but that would have been a different storyline I suppose.
However every dilemma/ feeling here is brilliantly portrayed.. beautifully sketched characters.. how do you come up with such stuff!
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