Sunday, August 5, 2007

Life-A Full Circle. (True Story)

LIFE-A FULL CIRCLE
(Based on true incidences of life…)
This is the tale of a boy who used to abhor his family. He had a brother as his sibling. His accountant father and house hold cored mother. God could not be everywhere, so He created parents. But this seems to a babble talk to the juvenile technocrat. He overlooked his brother because he used a Multimedia mobile phone. And he was made to zero with a baffled battery mobile phone what he called-an electronic junk. All these became worse when he was made to run on his 80 cc moped to garner medicines for his ailing mother.

His parents always dominated on him. He was not allowed to go on any of the school picnics with his scholiast porpoises. Even he cinched long to call his scholiast friends especially girls. When he was bestowed with a mobile phone his life even became worse. His father used to check his calling logs every day and viewed every unknown number with an eye of Sherlock’s suspicion. He used to be around him whenever he talked on the phone. He used to on the speaker if he used the landline telephone. The verve of the poor juvenile lad became abstruse and annoying. All these sequence of events became hell bound when he faced academic nemesis. He began living in the cellar of his house and locked himself brooding over his luck He always used to ponder that he would flee from his family when he would be dominating his social cluster. But one day, his life, his ponderings, his broodings changed and he felt like he was the luckiest mascot onto this orb to have a wonderful family like this…

The day marked the commencement of the 3rd Semester exams of the boy. And he was stripped with high fever. He toiled hard throughout the semester to do something great in the grades arena of his academic life. But all of this seems to shatter when he was gripped with high fever the day before the D-day. He puffed his pillow hard as he was an hour late from his schedule. He had to revise those weird electronic circuits for the exam. But he had no time left for that electronic junk. The gripping mercury level made his life full of tenancy. He was depressed mentally and his élan was deeply struck. He swallowed a pain killer and prepared himself for the calculative crusade. But he lost himself to the hands of the viral attack. His mother noticed this and took him in her lap like a year old kid. She hugged and cuddled her to make his spirits lively for the exam. She made her eat the bread even her Parkinson struck arm shook like an old clock’s pendulum.

He went for the exam with his mother’s face dominating his mind. He fired the questions with his regained élan and wrote answer to every question with double vim and vigor. The analgesic tablet began losing its effect on the viral infection. Haplessly, he went to the bus stand like a feeble old man to go home. To his surprise, he found his elder brother smiling and provoking him to get seated on his motorbike. Later, it came to his wits that he had rescinded his plan of watching movie with his lady love. After visiting the doctor, he returned home with his father. His father prepared hot soup for him and made him drink it with his own hands. The fever had gripped his legs and back with soaring pain. His father applied balm on his feet and his back and gave him a body massage. His heart cruised to its melting point.

Later in the night, his brother collected all his technical notes and started reading aloud before him. He was from management backdrop; still he managed to read the technical notes. All this was dine to revive his spirits for the exam. Everybody in the house reckoned the fact that he had burnt the midnight oil to get his grades right. His exam and viral infection lasted for a fortnight. The fortnight of his life that changed his stance, his attitude and his gargantuan decision towards his parents, his future and the pinnace of his life. His academic crusade ended but his intellectual crusade was still on. His outlook towards life and time underwent a sea change. He never thought an inkling of his past broodings over his life, luck and family cluster.

1 MONTH LATER…
There was a poignant war going in his mind and heart. The day had arrived when the grades were to be divulged on the Internet. The poor lad was horrified. When he confronted the screen that asked him to enter his exam seat number, he was almost paralyzed. The faces of his parents serving him and his sibling supporting him rocked his cerebellum. He entered his exam seat number and discovered that he had scored 65%. He assumed that he was somewhere in the 15-20 rank slot. The next day he went to the college and his lass of dreams hugged him shrieking that he has done it. He was perplexed. Shortly, he found that he had secured the second spot in his cluster…!

Tears rolled down his eyes and the faces of his family members began to reflect in the sparkling shield. The silver shield that was a souvenir to his performance in the examination of his life…
Shayar 4u 4ever

8 comments:

shanky said...

writing is good bt it has a gloomy look.

yash said...

that was truly emotional!! Bt pl keep the language somewat simple to comprehend

palak said...

I can't stop my tears

kul_harshit said...

This time i shall give you 5/5

vishal said...

hats off to you mr.shayar!

Harry Potter said...

SOB...SOB..Heart Wrenching ,dude!!!

hitesh said...

wel, dis story is related 2 me so..........it touchd my heart....ya my comment-dis arti is simply fantabulous.....

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