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For A Class

Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac

There was a boy

John was his name

Despite being noisy

He was my fav.

Dealing with him

Was not so easy

Maybe that’s why

I was affected so deeply.

Sugar and spice

And everything nice

He sure added

A twist to my life.

An experience

I would never forget

So memorable

Fifth years are the best!

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Him

Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac

Eyes like the devil

I knew would destroy me

Voice like velvet

I knew would make me slip

Hair a jumbled mess

Don’t know if I am blessed

An innocent look that lurks

Almost hid the devilish smirk

Rugged beard

Tough to tame

Was his heart

Too tough to claim?

Glasses covered his eyes

But nothing was hidden

Could he look into my soul

Like I could unbidden?

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Micro – Story : The Broken Pen And The Girl,A Untold Story From My Childhood Memories

Once upon  a time……A nine-year old kid sitting at his desk. His  name is Samir . Today he came for a scholarship exam. He never attend any examination like this. His family was not so rich. He also have two sisters. So this exam is very much important for him and his family. If he able to score good then the scholarship money will help him to buy new books this time.

Samir is talented, as well as a hard worker. Like every other boy,he loves playing in green fields. But he do not play  much because he know his father is a part time worker in a rice mill. Every day  his father works whole day ,to see  their  smile at evening.
Samir don’t know much about the world . But he wants to be famous and to earn enough money that his father can enjoy everything without working in that rice mill.

Samir was always  serious about study. He also have a good image in his school. So teachers  recommended his name for the scholarship examination.

Samir got the question paper from a old lady teacher. The room is pin drop salient because the lady teacher scolding everyone who whispered for a moment. Samir started writing. Most of the answers of the question paper he know. He starts writing.


Samir brought two ink pens. One is black another is blue. But the teacher told them to write in back pen only . He surprised by listening such instructions first time.

The exam is one hour long. Samir did well only  three questions of  five marks each are left. But one question he can’t able to complete. He was lost in some thought for a moment. Suddenly a sound of dropping pen heard by all. No body showed attention to that sound. It  was samir’s black ink pen. When he pulled out his pen from under the bench, he found the ink was broken.

Samir don’t know what to do now. He only had one black pen. Now he can’t answer remaining questions. He become very tensed. His face became dark and sweats came up on his little face.

He don’t  know anyone in this room. He was also a shy boy to unknown persons. So he can’t even asks someone  for  a extra black ink pen . Now he was feeling guilty.

He began to weep silently. Sometime latter he realized a soft push from a soft fingur. A girl sitting at the bench beside him holding a beautiful black ink pen towards him.

The girl smiled and whispered very slowly…..

“Take it and complete your answers”.

Samir was speech less for a moment. He don’t know how to give thanks to the girl. He just started looking at her with big wet eyes.
The teacher shouted “-only fifteen minutes left”. Samir then quickly turned around and started writing down firstly.

He just completed all the answers in last moment. The final bell of the exam ranged. Now all students leaving the room and shouting loud. Samir was so happy now to find someone who helped him so much.

Samir whispered to the girl with his broken voice——..

“Your…. Pen.,; ummm… Thank you very much for this”.

The girl smiled and said with joyfully “it’s ok… I’m Rini,….mmm  but for what, you are crying that time!? ”

Samir don’t know what to say, he became tensed again.
Rini placed her hand on  samir’s shoulder and said…. -“hay it is nothing, look  i  only helped you a little bit isn’t it. Lets go our parents must be waiting ”

Both walking across a passage. Rini said -” i hope you get selected for the scholarship”.

Samir asked -” why?” .. Surprisingly.

Rini replied -” ummm…. Now you are my best friend and I’ll be proud of you if you get the scholarship. Isn’t it?”
Samir smiled first time in the whole conversation ……… And they began to walk towards the gate where their parents are waiting for them………

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India craves for peace, This mayhem needs to cease!

 

 

 

It was rightly said by someone that, India is the cradle of human race, the birth place of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and great grandmother of tradition. She is respected for her sundry values, secular terrain & of course the global spirit which is bleached on its citizens.

Today in the epoch of greed violence & hunger there exists a cold-war among people. Despites all odds, India stands tall with her shoulders broad proving her might & courage amidst the frail minded world.

But, the disturbing fact lies in the innocence of our nation. Be it the extremists or the cross border fights. India has sought solutions in a peaceful manner showing adherence to the ideals of Gandhi. Today her peaceful attitude seems to invites peril form all the corners of this fast paced globe. Inflation is scaling its heights, radicalisation is bustling, & poverty is reaching its ben whilst humanity is depleting.

Terrorism, often called extremism abounds India. It has gripped the entire globe. Be it Paris or Dhaka, everywhere the venom of humanity is boiling. This mayhem is everlasting. It is quiet certain that this venom will also engulf our India as well. It would seek our terrain for blood shed, apartheids, & genocides. The horrific fact often arises in my mind that if terrorists often mothed India, how would our nation, which breathes Ahimsa will react?

The Taj attacks, the Kashmir dispute, & the Chinese border fights are some initial tremors of a grave circumstance. It is quiet unfortunate that our own neighbours support terrorism. Prolonged support will only hinder the democracy & would give the evil to open up his claws. It can trigger the third world war. Nobody can imagine the how the glorious terrain of India would transform into an arena for nuke battles. Well I know it is very astonishing even to dwell such thoughts into our mind, but the truth is always bitter.

Today it is of paramount importance to turn these tables. Education can be used as a tool to bargain for peace. Our religions preach about the dominance of good over evil, but in this era who shall adhere to it?  It is the evil who is blazing & it is the good who is being influenced by this evil. The rest others are inclined to their monotony as puppets to the evil, in wait for a disaster to fall upon.

Well what if these puppets could rebel and outshine the evil? How would it sound if someone ever quoted that the globe is free of terror? Quiet ironical right? But today in the growing influence of education, moral value should be infused in the youth, development against extremism should reach its ben & lastly every Indian should develop hatred against the ashes of terror.

Oh dear Almighty,

We Indians are dotted with wit & power,

Let the lady luck shower her smiles on us,

We have the ideals of freedom flowing through our veins,

But still we crave for peace, & this mayhem needs to cease!

 

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Posted in Poetry, Untold Stories

Writer

He is a writer

With words bleeding from his fingers

With storms raging in his mind

In the calm of the night.

He’s got demons chasing him

In the day and in the night

When nightmares clog his eyes

He might as well write.

How should I bear it?

He asks with all his might

Tired with the burden

He stops for a while.

He searches literary arcs

In the demons and storms

In the calm of the night

He might as well write.

Posted in Lifestyle, Motivational Stories, Untold Stories

The Grass Is ALWAYS Greener

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A micro story – presenting  a untold part of my life, a experience.

Today, I was walking down my staircase and I saw one of the students with a malformed leg.

The First thought that came to mind was: ‘I wish I was you.’. That is something pretty crazy right? Me, a near perfectly functioning human was wishing that he wasn’t so perfectly functioning. But that was my thought. When I’d realised this, I looked into why I felt this way, it didn’t take me too long.

I was normal, aside from me being pretty good in academics, I was normal. I had few mental and physical limitations outside of the norm if anything I had fewer mental limitations for a person my age. But why did I want to be less-abled?

I wanted to be free from what was expected of me. I wanted to be outside of the narrow box that was ‘Normal’.

When I had first attempted this, I did it through my grades. I started studying, and my grades shot up and now I’m in the top three of the whole grade. Then I tried art, I didn’t accomplish much but I’m pretty good at art. I got two awards, one in a school competition, the other in a competition for an art exhibition. But, because of this, the bar got raised, I had a harder time even getting close to  anything I’d done in the past. Everything I did, anything I put effort into seemed to not matter because it is overshadowed.

I didn’t want that.

That’s why I envied the one’s who are less-abled. They don’t have much expected of them, so anytime they do anything remotely good, people bring out the fireworks and make a whole celebration out of it. Of course, there are many shortcomings they have, that’s the main reason why they are celebrated.

Looking from their point of view, they probably wish that their limitations didn’t exist, they might feel that because of these limitations, they are unable to reach their full potential. Making them envy those who don’t have their limitations, some even angry at them for not using their body to the fullest.

This just shows how us, as humans, are constantly unsatisfied with our circumstances. The grass is always greener on the other side.

Envy is something many of us constantly feel in our tiny, insignificant lives. It is part of human nature, us always seeing that there is something better. It is what drives us, but it can also hold us back. We always have an appetite for anything better that what we have now, for some, that is the only thing they are willing to take. This often leads to the detriment of themselves and others. When we envy, we begin becoming more susceptible to lying, to stealing, to doing anything to get what we envy, or to take them down.

I found myself in this position of envy, wishing for anything other than what was happening to myself. I kept on seeing people with more accomplishments than me at an age much lower than mine. And that made me go into a downward spiral of sadness, descending into my own pitiful black abyss. People around me didn’t help, they only made me feel worse, that I wasn’t good enough to be great.

Then I realised, I didn’t need to care.

When I let go of all that, it was like the knife that was dangling over my head was removed. I felt free.Like a relief after reading a short micro -story.

But I couldn’t help but descend back into that hole.

I was back in the spiral. My heart wasn’t strong enough to keep it up. I couldn’t not care. I was too sensitive. But still, I tried. I tried to get to that point where I didn’t care. Where I don’t feel the constant reminders of my constant inability to reach my standard. I cried, I screamed, I hated myself.

That is something that a person like me has to go through.

I have good accomplishments, everything else is compared to what accomplishments I had achieved. Often times degrading the perceived quality of my work, so I have to work hard to cope with the standards I have to deal with.

This is a reminder for everyone including me. Even if you see someone else with a ‘better’ life, who has it all going for them, they still aren’t content with it. What is important is that you try your best to be happy and content with what you have and still allow yourself to grow.

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Hi, I’m Kalvin, a new micro story  writer  at untold view – stories of our life. So yeah, hope you writingin any way.

If you want to see my personal writing, it is at Singingbookeater.blogspot.hk

 Feel free  to tell me ,how was this short story ? It is a experience of mine. So im intrested to see  your comments on it.

Have a good day!