The day he cursed TRAI in 100 messages.

It's 2.30 sharp, a humid day.
Navdeep is busy messaging his girlfriend. The boy is upset with the TRAI authorities for restricting maximum texting to 100. He proudly claims his record to be 534. Average being 280 per day. He turns upto me and says, "That TRAI chief must not be having any girlfriend". He doesnt waste a single second and goes back to his previous work. From the window one can see the Accounts lecturer pacing towards the gallery. A punctual lad he is. Alas, But he is late by 1 minute.
Naushad, is busy jolting down the assignment papers. But he doesnt regret the class he bunked yesterday to watch 'Godfather'. A very old movie, though he wont miss it a single time it comes on the television. My best buddy he is.
Mr. Harish, our lecturer doesn't seem to be in a good mood though.The ratio is 80:20. You need to plan accordingly.
Navdeep is still fuming, busy making his Gf understand that it was not his fault the previous day, trying to pack his reasons into one message. Naushad has completed his milestone.
Though accounts being my favorite subject of all, I still dont feel the same 'rush' today. Its a lazy thursday afternoon.
Finally the class is over. I hear an uneven sound from my side. Accent something in between Sanjose and Kalkaji.
Navdeep hands over me his phone to me.
It reads: "I think its over. :X"
(the rest is written in the title)

Life As It Is....

Life is too short to be written in words. Be it men, woman or the animals. A dream from which we dont tend to wake up, or to be specific, we dont force ourselves to. Life surrounded by a void termed as eternal sleep. In this very short span of time, we are submerged by our thoughts, loves, hates and all those feelings which we make for our own selves. As Shakespeare rightly said,
“We are such stuff,
As Dreams that are made on, and our little life is rounded by a sleep”
We don't let our mind to walk free from the frames imposed by the nature. A tranquilliser, but it has limited our thinking to what we actually are. Science does not approve any of the human feelings or affections. It describes love, colours, harmony or even music to be the creation of man, his thoughts, which unfortunately is limited to the fence erected by the psychic world, just few moving molecules. “There are not sounds, callings or harmonies, just variations in pressure of air,no colours or lights just travelling of electro-magnetic waves”- H. Von Foerster.
Or just a few Billions of stars and planets revolving here and there, just to make the mankind realise how much powerless he is. Do they just ignore our race?
Love gives a perfect meaning to our lives, its an art, just as in friendship or just to the calm the mind searching for the creator of this world. It makes us forget the void in us, a pure pleasure, an eternal peace, true happiness. But the other side is pain, vengeance, cruelty, which tears us apart. In between the two is the space for introspection. A times comes in life when transition happens from the both ends, top to bottom or vice versa. The times when we meditate on our short comings and our achievements. The pendulum keeps on moving, from positive sides of happiness to the evil cruel negative space. Those who survive, lets it go, or at-least evaluate to not repeat it next time. But the one invaded by the darkness falls prey to the eternal darkness that awaits him. He is on the verge from falling down from his dream.