Mr Terrorist

Mr Terrorist,
how r u??? to ur displeasure i am hale and hearty. i wonder if u ever thought abt me but honestly i pretty often think abt u. i have imagined u often, how u look like, ur determined voice and in my thoughts i often hav imagined our meeting (sincerely i never want one, and i always thought of it when u dont intend to take another life).
i hav many questions to ask u... mannyyyy... let me ask some now,
i never understand what makes you so determined to take a life, how come your hands never tremble to take another when red droplets are still on ur face and clothes, hav u ever seen in any infant's eye before pulling the trigger??? wat if someday ur proud father's frnd is the one in front of u, or ur adolesence crush, or ur little siter's teacher who praises her all the time, or ur elder brother's pal??
u must hav a family too, right?? ohhh sometimes wat makes u wat u r is loss of ur loved ones... but how come u inflict same pain on someone else whom u dont know even after knowing how bad it is??? i can understand if ur revenge is restricted to one who did harm to u, but wat hav i done?? i am not a bad person as well that u r doing good to the world by making me dead... honestly, i hav intentions to do good to this world....
if not my life u take but u rob me of my peace of mind, my loved one's security... so i make a humble request to u... plz never meet me neither any1 whom i know....

a random person

A place called guy's room

I wonder if i know the words enough to complete the description of " a place called guy's room". This is my humble attempt towards it.

Door is kept ajar, and the glimpse of what lies inside keeps you wondering what exactly it is... a slept black cat, half bulged cushion or maybe something that you havent seen till now. You open the door with creaking sound...(now come on doya xpect they'd ever oil the hinges!!! they r too busy to do that) and lo! it is two black trousers entangled and thrown about as if they were some "untouchables" of early times..... and if you try to get the trousers apiece it would take you an hour or so, it is so well entangled as if somebody purposefully did it...

door opened.... you slowly go into the room.... your first step in what seems a complete "mess"(i dont know a better word for a place which stinks when you perform that -ide test in chem lab, looks like a room in a movy when 4-5 gunda comes to hero's house for finding sth or for a warning).... u take a few steps with a handkerchief on ur nose pressing it so tightly as if u'd burn all the calories in doing that....and u r in middle of this place!!!!u take a lookk around and with just one turn you feel dizzy enough to faint on the spot....but you cant afford that....lying in that room!!!! you cant do that to urself....u did commit some mistakes in your life but not much to punish yourself lyk that....

u r out of breath...u want to run away...but you cant haste...you have to take step carefully as u do when u walk on the mire in rain with an umbrella in hand and wearing those slippery chhappals...bec if u hurried there is 0 probablity that u wud reach the door without stumbling over "sth important" which is lying on the floor( why for heaven's sake??!!!).... but u dare to stand where u are and see what is its extent.....

To be continued...

growing up...

i was playing "stapu" with some of my friends when some some senior girls ( may be of 10th, 11th or 12th standard) came and asked if they can play with us. We were more than happy to have "them" playing with us.
- This is a scene stored in my memory as it is... I still remember the scorching sun of Delhi over us when i finished my lunch in 10 minutes or so, so that i could play with my friends when i was in 6th standard. I used to emulate them, wishing when will i get elder, become like them....

I don't know how the time passed... if everything that ever happened was a dream or something that really happened!! I sometimes wonder if I ever was what I was or was it a dream... When I see a 2 months old (young rather) child I tend to think if I ever were so small!!20 years have passed, i met a lot of people, visited many places, learned various things but just an obscure images are there in my mind...I changed many schools, spent years in different places... and the time drifted without letting me know... Its now that I am seeing myself as a third person and realizing that many moments have passed and many will....

Now, the senior classes in which i wanted to go have passed... a 12th year student is a junior to me.... i have grown up...

I wonder if my hairs will turn white in a similar way?? without even letting me stop and take notice that how much has elapsed...