Been there, Seen enough

Been there, Seen enough

Nothing excites me anymore. When I say nothing, NOTHING. Literally no-one-thing. Gone are the days when I used to sit cosy in my favourite spot watching TV shows or anime with glittery eyes, excitement thumping in the heart, munching on the Snickers bar, postulating what I would’ve done in those stifling situations with curiosity sky high. Even more, I would imagine myself saving the world or the world of someone giving me innumerable joy and fulfilment. I couldn’t take my eyes off it once I got hooked to an anime. Headphones on, volume tweaked to the maximum, I was immersed.

I don’t understand what it is and I can’t seem to explain it either, but, now I don’t feel like watching it at all. I remember not being able to contain the overwhelming urge while letting out a silent shriek whenever I found out about a new anime to watch. It has all changed now. I no longer feel the pulsating and nerve-wrecking emotion anymore. Regardless, there are moments which holds these tiny little moments of our lives that we spend with utmost joy, appalling sadness or just a bit of both. This doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the life that I’m living right now. I do. Couldn’t have wished for it to be in any other way. Don’t have regrets either. I never have. It is absolutely perfect and might that be the problem, I wonder? Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been fortunate enough to get what I wanted. Every time. Call it coincidence, blessing or whatever you want, but the things I desire always find me in one way or the other like a magnet attracting a metal. I’ve even pondered on the possibility of someone conjuring up a spell and getting me things I wanted.

“What if the most valuable thing in your eyes fails to find you for the first time? How would you react to the disappointment?” Mom has asked me numerous times.

“I’ll accept it as it comes”, I’ve reassured her each time.

There are days where I just observe the way our world flows and feel awestruck at the way the world is heading towards; unwaveringly prudent and materialistic. Same old nonchalant laughter, soul-less greetings and half-hearted conversations. No way am I insinuating everything is dim-lit and half baked, not being rude either. There are a few bright sparks here and there. But, I don’t find it surprising anymore.

I think of a story cooked up by myself when the grandeur of time comes swooping in a conversation with people. I dawn upon this story when I’m feeling a little down or have millennials of time left to spare.

“The past is a coal mine with the way you came in closed off with gigantic boulders. You can peek in through the holes and see the path you walked through, but you can’t go back. The future is mysterious and as dark as the coal itself. No matter what you do, you can’t see the path you’re about to tread or know what’s waiting for you. The present is the only timeline under your belt with the lantern by your side. You can only illuminate the mine by moving forward; unfurling all the unanswered questions. The pile of boulders roll closer and blocks away the place where you stood a second back reminding you that you can’t go back. So, just tread along, my friend. Connect with your soul, reach for the skies. Cross oceans expanding across continents, drink from the highest mountains and valleys, you’re destined for greatness”.


The Other Gender

The Other Gender

Notice that I’ve included the word ‘Other’ in the title itself?

That word alone when contextualized and associated with gender

is enough to tweak people’s facial muscles and give out a disapproval

expression of loathe. I can see some of you shaking your head saying

“No, I don’t do that”.



I also know that some of would disagree with me

and pretend that you never felt that way but, darling! Can you give me a

count of all the times you turned your head away as soon as you looked

them in the eye? Can you tell me the number of times you hoped for the

traffic signal to countdown faster than normal just so they wouldn’t come

near you? Can you tell me about the times you’ve shooed them away

without even taking a glance at them? Do you still want to tell me that

you haven’t felt that way and you don’t do that?


Save your breath, I know what you’re going to say. There’s no shame in admitting it.

I’ve done it too. Tell you what, you might not have done it intentionally,

but your subconscious certainly knew. Hmm…that’s the problem,

isn’t it? Subconscious. Wait, what do you mean you don’t

understand? Alright, let me break it down to you. Your subconscious

knew what to do right away. Why you ask? Well, human subconscious

is driven by dormant feelings and underlying emotions. And, what

fuelled that? Things you see, things you learn, things you observe,

visuals, actions, reports, news, I could go on. What I want you to

understand is, you didn’t choose to notice all of them. You would’ve

ignored some of them too, yet, someone kept track of them all.

Care to guess who? Yes, your subconscious. When I say keeping track of

them all, I don’t mean five or ten years back. Instead, I’m speaking about

the first time you took a breath in this planet till now. You have with you an

accumulation of facts, assumptions, rumours, half-baked truth and possibly

lies garnished to a gargantuan scale. These things enriched with emotions form

your perspective. Life lies right there. It’s all about perspectives in this world, isn’t it?

You find people who share your perspectives; some agree, some disagree while

 the rest agree to disagree proposing opinions based on what they’ve accumulated

 in their life. Enough about how you get your opinion and shape your life.

Now that we know why we’ve acted the way we have, at least from

now on, let’s treat them the way they should be treated.

No, wait! Let’s treat them the way they HAVE to be treated; like us, with us,

among us. The next time you see them, say something. It doesn’t have to be a

long sentence with superlatives. Just a simple “Hello” would suffice. It could seem

minuscule to you, but for them, it would make a world of difference.

 Although there are communities like LGBTQ (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender,

Queer) that have been fighting for their rights, until and unless we give

them a chance and pour the same kind of love, we are still far off in coming

together as equals.

The Latched Shadow

The Latched Shadow

“Death is coming,” they said.
“When the time comes, all of us have to depart, and you’ll depart just a little sooner,” they remind me.

My dejected mind nods as it agrees to the inevitable.

I look around trying to escape the ghastly thought for a few seconds, but I can’t. I can feel the cold malicious breath of the grim reaper; It has already arrived.

“Wait, no!” I say, but it has been there all this time, latching itself to me as I came out of the womb. I had ignored it, thinking it was just my shadow, but my gut knew. It was much more than a shadow. It was something dark and malevolent. As I look back, I can see that it was always there – watching me as I looked, following me as I walked. As I grew older, it grew closer.

I glance towards my left side and now I see it clearly. It is standing at the ill-lit corner of the room donning a jet-black clothing, sharpening its already razor-sharp blade. It is holding a time clock and showing me that I have only a minute left to live.

With each tick-tock my heart beat wavers, my body temperature falls and each breath gets shorter.

The moment has arrived; It was time finally.

I still can’t fathom it, you know; the idea of my body ceasing to exist, me having to say good-bye to this majestic world, my loving friends, my humble family, my faithful pets and all the people and things that have crossed my life. As painful as it was, I could only smile.

I smile thinking about the thrill of a roller-coaster I rode when I was a little kid. I smile thinking about how I cringed when I tasted lemon for the first time. I smile thinking about the pesky tantrum I threw when I couldn’t get my favourite toy. I smile thinking about the warmth I felt after I had made my first friend.

“It’s time,” interrupts a deep, bone chilling voice. It was my latched shadow. Hesitantly, I make a request.

“Okay. I’ll make it quick,” the grim reaper promises.

“Wow! Death grants cancer perks too?” I wonder as I breathe my last.

Parks and No Recreation

Parks and No Recreation

Hello! Welcome to RK’s Lounge. A day before yesterday, I noticed something while I was going to college. A park. Yes, PARK. Now, I can already sense some of you going “pfff…”, what’s so special about a park? Well, I’ll tell you why. The thing that captured my interest was the state at which the park was. Gloomy, sad and empty. No one in it, just plain and empty. Now, me being a kid who has grown up playing a lot in the park(many among you as well) in my younger days, couldn’t believe the sight of it. It led me draw questions about it. Why is it so empty? Why aren’t children playing around? Why isn’t anyone exercising inside it? What happened to the plants and trees inside it? I couldn’t understand it at that moment. When I reached home after college that day, I dawned upon these questions again. Then, I began to understand it a bit. Times have changed. Generations have changed. This is the time of the the smartphones. You can absolutely do about everything sitting at one place using your smartphones. Even the kids of this generation are hooked to the smartphones and they no longer want to get out of the house. As a result of all this, no other thing seems to be of interest. And thus parks have perished as well. So, I’ve come up with this piece which explains how parks used to be and how it is now.

O! How good were those days in the park?

I still remember,

when the pleasant chirping of the birds made

the morning sun dance and rise,

cold breezy wind adding the chorus to make

people stretch free and wide,

jogging along with others asking questions

and starting conversations,

looking at phones only for time and not

a selfie.

Engrossed in their own world, ignoring

the person sitting next to them with

newspapers and not smartphones,

while throwing pedigree to our friends in


An era when we were preoccupied,

but still paid attention to the outside



Rustling of the leaves and hustling of the

bugs welcomed the low-lit evening.

Children eating candies and telling stories,

playing catch with twinkling eyes and happy

smiles, whizzing down the slide with overwhelming joy.

Throwing sticks and stones at each other yelling

“you’re next”; a time when we never knew the

word text.

A bed made of lush green grass for us to rest,

Pungent scent of the roses and violets keeping us

fresh albeit we were all drenched in sweat.

A period in which we felt alive to the fullest.  


Fast forward to now, empty benches, uprooted

trees and barren lands are all I can see in the

place which once held countless memories.

Now I see no children sprinting around, only

deserted swings and slides; revealing the sad

state of the place which we once called heaven.

O! How good were those days in the park?

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