Hindi

कोन कहता है कि पहले प्यार को आसानी से भुलाया जा सकता है? हमने तोह बोहोत कोशिश करके देखली। जो मज़ा पहले इश्क़ को याद करे का है, वो कही और नहीं मिल सकता। यही तोह खासियत है इसकी । एक बार दिल दे दिए तोह बस दे दिए । वैसे भी पंजाबी हूँ, ना कभी कुछ करने से पहले सोचा है, ना कभी कुछ करने के बाद सोचा है। बस एक ही बात पे खुद पर गर्व होता है, जो बोला है वो किआ है।

Writes on Mother

Writes 5

This was my instant poem. It happens with all I assume that a beautiful girl from no where will come and sit in front of you. This happens in real life. You have nothing to say. Just admiring her beauty. Trying to make eye contact but also trying to avoid her. Not only with boys, with girls too. A hot boy just enters the train and stands next to you. His body cuts can be seen clearly from his tight shirt. But the thing is what to do in such conditions. Here take my tip, first hide your water bottle, then ask for water bottle from them. Easy. Just make sure the surroundings are favorable. If you are a boy and approaching a girl, this method may fail if you are in bus because girls who travel in bus are not much friendly to talk according to my experience till now. Best of luck for the future readers.

Writes 4

Sometimes your girl may ask you something really weird. Some says get me star and moon but some says just go and die. It's just a matter of time. Everyone can get angry. You can't have everyone happy all the time. Sometimes, you have to start from yourself. You have to see yourself above others. Sometimes, You have to fire up your EGO. A person without self respect is no person. A person without wishes is no person. Start working for your passion, start working to complete your dreams. Do SMART work.

S        - Specific

M      - Measurable

A       - Achievable

R       - Realistic

T       - Time bound.

Chapter 4: Homecoming

Radha, why have you done this to me? Why did you leave me? I agree I was not perfect but my love for you was true. I can live without you, but I don't want to.

All these thoughts were driving me crazy while I was listening to songs. Somehow I managed to collect my tears and hide them when my roommate reached the room.

“Hey Pj, when you go home, remember to bring me some sweets this time"

“Oh, I almost forgot it's Friday today, I better hurry or else I will be late to catch the train."

Within my formal clothes, I took Erickshaw to the university gate. The train was at 17:00 hrs. It was already 16:00 but I was not much worried as trains were usually late. I reached the station and bought my ticket. Waiting for the late train to come, I decided to remember my Radha one more time. I started to play music and went back to Radha's memories. After some time, the train arrived.

I went towards the general coach, as the system has divided it. After complete scanning of one coach, I finally found a seat. My journey was not long, but I still dreamed of fantasy coming true.

You know that common fantasy of boys travelling alone on a journey. May a beautiful girl sit with me? Nothing will happen next, I know.

The fun part, fantasy came true. A beautiful girl from Ludhiana station entered my coach. Luckily the front seat was empty. She was wearing a beautiful white marathon shirt, with purple rose-shaped earrings. Her long hair tied in pony style was making me turn towards her. No doubt she was the only beautiful girl on the train at that time. When she entered, it was like everything else faded away. The crying child in the next seat, the annoying loud talking aunty, everything was mere a blind spot for me. I couldn't even notice that my phone was ringing. I noticed her smiling at me.

Oh! Somebody is getting the beautiful's attention 😍😋😋 

It was not me. It was my ringtone. She found my ringtone funny. After some rings, it ended. I started to think of find ways to initiate a conversation. But again my phone rang. This time she laughed. I declined the call and made eye contact with her.

“Sorry, that was not an appropriate ringtone for this time."

“Oh, never mind, but for what time is it appropriate by the way?"

“Hehe, it’s just a ringtone for making beauties smile."

“Oh! Someone flirting? But I liked that"

“Thanks. You an athlete?"

“Yeah, I am joining a marathon for charity" she said with proud in her voice

“That’s good, you must be proud of yourself" 

“Yeah, I am."

I guessed I just gave a conversation killer sentence from my side but she continued it, Wow!

“You don't like sports?" She said with some exclamation on her face

“I do like sports, I like sports players"

“Ha-ha, Good one. Good Humour" She said with a Laugh

“Thanks, Maybe it's the only thing I am good at" I replied joining her laugh.

Our conversation went on for around half-hour. Discussed all my and Radha's stuff. She heard it well without being annoyed.

It was her station. She dropped at "Gill" station. I waved her goodbye. I recalled that I have not even asked her name. How rude of me. I shouted loud ,

“Hey, I forgot to ask your name"

“Radha", she replied. “But not yours"

“Good name, I am Pj, Always of my Radha, not yours" I replied.

The rest of my Journey went in thoughts of Radha. But the confusion was about which Radha I was now thinking about. The one whom I have never seen or the one who just left? Anyways first-time fantasy was completed and my journey was too. I was home. I was at Dhuri.

Study Ghost

Once upon a time in a distant village, there lived a young boy named Sagar who had an intense fear of studying. His parents, however, were determined to see him succeed academically and constantly urged him to hit the books. Sagar's notebooks were in pitiful condition, their pages tattered and worn. He cared so little for them that he gave them no respect. The only exception was his diary, which remained in pristine condition due to its importance for his final assessment.

The village Sagar and his family resided in was quite remote, beyond the reach of the local authorities. The college he attended was no ordinary institution. Here, teachers had a rather unconventional method of handling disputes with their students. The rule was simple: whoever lost a dispute was subjected to a peculiar form of punishment – they were set on fire by the victor. Needless to say, this unusual environment led to a distinct lack of camaraderie among the students and teachers.

Sagar, being a first-year student, found himself in a unique role. He was supposed to serve as an assistant to a senior student, obediently following their every instruction. Little did he know, his obedience would soon be taken advantage of. His senior was embroiled in a fierce feud with a teacher, one who had never been defeated. Their highly anticipated showdown was scheduled for the following month. In this grim place, where no one seemed to like anyone else, Sagar was the odd one out.

The day of the senior's duel arrived, but Sagar had a habit of arriving late to college. His tardiness led to a delay in the match, much to the senior's chagrin. However, fate had more in store for Sagar.

As the days passed, the time for final exams drew near. Sagar's scores were dismal, hovering at a mere 10%, his diary being the sole saving grace. Learning of his academic failure, his parents were devastated and suffered fatal heart attacks. To make matters stranger, their souls did not find their way to the afterlife; instead, they became wandering ghosts. This was due to an unfulfilled wish: they had longed for their son to secure the top position in his college.

Sagar, however, paid little heed to his parents' passing, for he was now free from their constant lectures. Time moved on, and he entered his second year of college. Unbeknownst to him, he was chosen to take his senior's place in the impending battle with the undefeated teacher. When the fight concluded, Sagar found himself on the losing end.

Desperate to avoid the fiery fate that awaited him, Sagar managed to negotiate a three-day grace period. He immersed himself in water for the entire duration, hoping to saturate his body so it wouldn't catch fire. When the three days had passed, he returned to college without fear, confident that he couldn't be burned.

The moment of reckoning arrived, and Sagar's teacher was eager to enforce the rule. But in his jubilation at avoiding the flames, Sagar forgot about the risk of his clothes catching fire. When the teacher set him ablaze, Sagar's clothing ignited, leaving him naked in front of his peers.

Shamed and humiliated, Sagar fled back to his home, burning his books and notebooks in an attempt to erase the memories of his failures. Among them was his beloved diary, which contained a special hymn dedicated to Hanuman Ji. His actions marked a turning point.

Leaving behind his troubled past, Sagar journeyed abroad. In a foreign land, he found love and married a woman who didn't believe in the supernatural. Determined to share his beliefs in gods and ghosts, he embarked on a mission to change her perspective.

Back in his homeland, however, the souls of his parents and his discarded notebooks took on a strange and malevolent form. They transformed into restless spirits, hell-bent on tormenting his wife. Tragically, she fell victim to their otherworldly wrath, and they left a blood-written letter, demanding Sagar's return if he wished to see his wife again.

In a desperate bid to rescue his beloved, Sagar returned home, only to find her lifeless body. His parents and notebooks had also become vengeful spirits. They attacked him, leaving him battered and terrified. In the direst of circumstances, his diary and his wife's spirit rallied to his aid.

Guiding Sagar to a safer place, they urged him to recite the Hanuman Chalisa, a powerful hymn. With a picture of Hanuman Ji in his pocket, he began to sing. As he chanted, the diary and his wife began tearing the pages from the malevolent books, hurling them across the house. As the final verse of the Hanuman Chalisa echoed through the air, the entire house burst into flames. The evil spirits were consumed by the inferno.

When the fire subsided, all that remained was a card, bearing good wishes from his parents, wife, and notebooks. The physical forms of his parents and wife lay lifeless on the floor, finally at peace.

With a heavy heart, Sagar laid his parents and wife to rest in their homeland. This experience left an indelible mark on him. He pledged never to neglect his studies again, and he was determined to excel. He achieved academic success, eventually opening a printing press called "Dear Diary" with the proceeds from his endeavours.

In his later years, Sagar sold the printing press and donated all the proceeds to charity, demonstrating his commitment to giving back. Then, one day, he disappeared into the wilderness, never to be seen again, leaving behind a legacy of determination, transformation, and a profound connection to the supernatural world.