I woke up to the cries of an old rickshaw driver. Two passengers, about my age or maybe younger, were arguing with him about the fare while continuously calling him a 'buddha'. The rickshaw guy could do nothing but just take the money offered and go away. I don't know what the deal was or who was at fault, but those guys shouldn't have called the rickshaw driver 'old'. When the elderly, who have seen it all before, are not respected, then it is time for them to pass gently into that good night, and leave the darkness to the fallen. Fear for a future without the past, because without the past there is no future.
X Men is my favourite comics. The concept of black, white and grey is explored in depth (Read: Magneto). I doubt there's any storyline that has so many important female characters or a beautiful love story (Read: Rogue and Gambit) or for that matter addressed so many social issues (Racism, Religion, Gay Marriages etc.). It has laid a lot of emphasis on the concept of equality but to me equality is not a concept; it's not something we should be striving for but it's a necessity. The imbalance that is in every culture is sucking something out of the soul of every person who's confronted with it. We need equality and it can happen only if we start treating others as our equals.
Birthday is a great day, when we enjoy growing older and people enjoy our sheer existence in this world. I've grown up to be twenty five today, and it has been nothing less than an event with so many wishes pouring in every few minutes (I’m sorry many of you got call waiting and I couldn’t respond to your calls). I am overwhelmed by the love and I will always treasure it.
I have learnt a lot in these twenty five years. I gained friends. I lost friends. I found love. I lost love. I had my ups. I had my downs. I looked at others and wished I was them. I learnt their reality and was glad who I was. When I was broken and my pillow was soaked in tears, I told myself that it was okay to be flawed, sensitive and have demons in my head. I realized I didn’t have to live their version of life or conform to their realities. I had to make my own reality, my own truth, accept my shortcomings, along with my admirable qualities and wear every scar with pride. In the end, I am happy to be living life, irrespective of what is thrown at me and I will ensure to give back, in some way, to the world whose impressions have shaped my past and present and shall affect my future.
P.S. Captain America- Civil War is the best Marvel movie till date. You must definitely view it on the big screen. And yes, watch out for our friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
When we meet our soulmate, we
fall in love, and just keep falling like it’s our first week in Paris. But what
happens when the love dies? When we see the same thing, again and again, we lose
interest. And we do the only thing we know best, we run. We try to fall in love
with strangers and it works, for a while; we fall in love with the moments and
the thing that attracted us about them in the start also becomes the reason we
drift away from them.
We keep running until our cold
feet can, only to realize we’ve been bleeding and that’s when we feel the pain.
It’s the heartache we have avoided for so long. We are still in love with our
soulmate. We try to find out how they’re doing and it just adds up to the guilt
trip. We turned our back to the most amazing thing that ever happened to us and
left without looking back. We made them this way. Nobody prepares us for the
guilt of breaking someone’s heart. Nobody teaches us how to heal something we
broke. But it’s only when we decide that we have to stay and fight for our love,
will good things happen.
Rafaa Dalvi, 25, currently pursuing MBA from NMIMS Mumbai, is an automobile engineer, freelance editor and an aspiring versatile writer, who wants to follow in the footsteps of his idols Dickens, Crichton, Dahl and O. Henry. Already published numerous times, his stories can be read in the anthologies - Kaleidoscope, Myriad Tales, A Little Chorus of Love, First Brush on the Canvas, Her Story and 25 Strokes of Kindness. He’s the recipient of Indian Bloggers League Booker Prize 2013 and the winner of Melonade 5. He blogs at http://desistoryteller.blogspot.com/. His twitter handle is @TheWittyKid and he can be contacted at email@example.com.