The Staircase

Yesterday, after a long time, I used the staircase (usually I take the elevator – I am damn protective about my couch potato status!) to reach my flat. The moment I landed my feet on the desired floor I turned back and looked at the staircase. I impulsively counted the steps in my mind: nine in total. My look became a stare and I started naming them one at a time. The names, starting from bottom upwards, are as follows:

STEP 1: Loss. [It often is sudden and when you are least expecting it.]

STEP 2: Pain.

STEP 3: Tears. [The time between STEP 2 and 3 is the quickest.]

STEP 4: Realization of purpose.

STEP 5: Preparation. [Nick names: Struggle, Hard work.]

STEP 6: Meeting with Assholes in the garb of a Saint. [These big time losers are there only to make you smarter. So cheer up!]

STEP 7: High octane Insult. [Nick names: Failures, Heartaches, Challenge and the like.]

STEP 8: Indomitable Stubbornness. [Many people stop here because of exhaustion.]

STEP 9: The Ultimate Goal.

Once you cross these nine steps then – Voila! – you are at a place which your heart called and soul recommended as Home!

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Written by: NovoneeL ChakrabortY

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The Deep Sleep

Questions were asked, Answers denied;

I slept, slept and slept.

Darkness transpired, Light expired;

I slept, slept and slept.

Winter arrived, Spring passed;

I slept, slept and slept.

Dreams blossomed, Hope suffered;

I slept, slept and slept.

Happiness knocked, Wounds hollered;

I slept, slept and slept.

Songs were sung, Tears oozed;

I slept, slept and slept.

Love happened, Separation followed;

But –

On the bed of Arrogance,

With the soft pillow of Ignorance,

I slept, slept and slept.

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*** PS *** Wrote it around six years ago...just wanted to share...immaturity, if any, is regretted. :)

Written by: NovoneeL ChakrabortY
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I chose to tell stories not because I was in a habit to do so since childhood. A catapulted result of a cavalcade of bad luck (causing incomparable and ineffable internal suffering) had eventually helped me to meet and express the real me.

And whenever I ask myself about the significance of suffering (as in what I gained by it) my within repeatedly comes out with one answer: you were always what you are. Suffering only increased the font size of your innate belongings just to the limit so that you can understand and express them well.

Really well.

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Written by: NovoneeL ChakrbaortY
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The Address

His Heart

C/O Her Heartbeats

First Sight Villa,

Sleepless Nights Avenue,

(Landmark: Tears Tower and Internal Pain Shop)

Phone Call Block, Weekend Date Building,

14, February Gift Lane,

Right turn from Trust Crossing (Away from Break-Off Cafe);

Opposite Flirt Market.

In front of Honesty and Care Salon.

P.O: HUGS & KISSES ; DIST: RESPECT

LOVE STORY – 2009

United Soul for Marriage.

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Written by: NovoneeL ChakrabortY
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Zeroes

When he told his father the truth – he failed in the second unit test as well – his father took him to a restaurant. Why? He was clueless.

After they placed the order his father took out a pen and placed a paper napkin on the table. The boy watched him write on it.

“What is it?”

“Zero.”

He wrote something beside it and asked, “What is it now?”

“Zero again.”

His father looked at him for a while and then wrote on the napkin again.

“What is it?”

“One.” The boy replied looking intently at the figure on the napkin.

“What does it do to the other two zeroes?”

“It adds value for its one hundred now.”

“Good. The point is, son, never be afraid of the zeroes in life. Even after an innumerable number of zeroes a ONE is always possible which might alter the figure of your life to your liking. The important thing is,” his eyes riveted on the boy, “Keep up the hard work going.”

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Written by: NovoneeL ChakrabortY

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Coordinates

The solid hug they gave each other almost made up for the years that kept them apart.

“Gosh! Its ten years since we last saw each other.” Exclaimed one of the two.

“Eleven, to be precise.” The other one corrected.

“Oh, doesn’t matter. Now we’ll be in regular touch. So, tell me what’s up? Hey did I tell you I am going to join IIM, Ahmedabad this summer.”

“Great news. Congrats.”

“Thanks. What about you?”

“I am a struggling actor.”

“That’s alright. But what are you doing in life?”

“I told you.”

“Struggling actor? Nothing else?”

“No.”

“Dude, thousands run after the glamour but only handful of them survive. Get yourself a job first and may be then-”

“Have you ever seen a star studded sky?”

“Why, yes.”

“You may like the star just above your head or the one in the right or to the left perhaps but you got no right to question why the star to the left is in the left. I believe the point of our living is to find the coordinates where we know we belong and respect it irrespective of whatever difficulties or humiliation we encounter.”

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Written by: NovoneeL ChakrabortY

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The Dove and the Eagle

“Why shouldn’t I cut someone else’s throat to snatch what I deserve? Why shouldn’t I be blatant about my needs? Why shouldn’t I cut the crap of decency and get straight to the point instead? Why shouldn’t I simply be a predator? Why shouldn’t I push the other in the crowd to get to my prize? Tell me mom, why shouldn’t I?

His mother thought for a while and then replied, “Have you ever seen an eagle?” The boy nodded. “Have you ever seen a dove?” The boy frowned but nodded again. His mother continued, “An eagle can fly much higher than a dove. Much higher! It’s fiercer than a dove too. Anytime! And being an eagle may surely help you fly higher than high in your life but in the end, my son, people only admire a dove. For - doesn’t matter its limitations - it’s a dove that inspires love in the hearts of people. And it’s the image of a dove that stays on, in a pleasant way, long after it’s gone.”

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Written by: NovoneeL ChakrabortY

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