CHAPTER TWO

Recently I saw a film ‘KATYAN’ based on Second World War.
This particular Scene of the movie touched me. I am a die hard romantic and this kind of scenes always inspire me to write...

This Guy while walking on the road looks at Hitler’s poster on a wall. He Scratches the poster and throws it. The Nazi officers chase him… He runs to save his precious life... unfortunately he can’t find a place to hide in that unknown area. When Nazi Officers are about to catch him a beautiful girl who was witness to the entire incident, pulls this guy and asks him to run with her.

Both of them manage to enter an old house and hide on the terrace. They look at each other for the first time. After a moment they uphold the hand? Nazi Officers pass away... Both release a heavy sigh of relief...and laugh.

When he thanks her She expresses her anger for Nazism and appreciates his act. Quite possible with people sharing similar views.
While talking they look at each other quiet a few times...They enjoy each others Company. Time Passes by and they get down from the terrace. While getting down, once again they hold each other’s hand consciously for a while and upholds later on unconsciously…
They reach near an old Cinema Hall.
“Have you seen any movie here”? She asks!
“No”, he says!
He repeats the same question...
She says yea! But always alone!
He looks at her and smiles even she has a glittering smile. He goes two steps ahead looks at her and says “May I have a pleasure to watch a film with you” … will wait for you tomorrow at 6 o clock. She looks into his eyes innocently. She feels shy and smiles. Looks down. And nods in affirmative. That moment makes him the happiest man on earth. He says Ok...Bye and begins moving. She is quiet. He moves four steps, looks back she still looking at him.. He stops. Time stops there in their eyes for a while. He comes back and holds her glittering face, He hugs and kisses her. She’s touched by the incident. Something extraordinary, something unforgettable. She Steps back feeling shy, smiles and leave....
He Shouts Tomorrow 6 o clock... She stops and looks back and runs.

When she goes far away this guy keep looking at the cinema hall and begins walking but suddenly he hears the Nazi Officer’s sound.
They are shouting ‘He is the same Brown jacket boy’.
Again he runs. Officers chase. He runs fast and suddenly a speedy Nazi Vehicle pushes him so hard. He falls down. His face is bleeding. He tries to utter some thing and breaths his last. Thousands of dreams ripples in the air... But his eyes remain open and it reflects his huge expectations... lots of dreams.

There is a single moment between life and death. We may leave life but our dreams and goals are here to stay. That’s how life is incomplete.

I don’t wish to imagine about a girl whose going to wait for him tomorrow at the Cinema Hall.
I think, we hardly find someone in a short span of life.
Then why don’t we just go ahead with the same instead of thinking about career, future life, advantages and disadvantages of life? Why don’t we just stick to the present? Why do we create thousands of limitations for the same, where life is uncertain!
I really liked the thing where they hug each other and become speechless for an instance.
In the case of love, you should never ever think about tomorrow,. or later on... Because Life is really uncertain [mere dost] my friend
May be you will be here tomorrow but who knows about the other one. !
Long live the moment. Long live the present.

CHAPTER ONE

I don’t know why I am in love with evenings and wish to stick to nights... When People say it was great today. Or enjoyed a Day. I just try to recollect whether I ever enjoyed a day... and unfortunately I don’t get any answer.... yea, there were days, which may count.

Such as, The first show of my play and the moment I entered on stage..... The time when I heard thousands of claps on my dialogues. The days which I dedicated to learn unnecessary texts like the Asian Geography and the theories/(theorems) of Pythagoras & in Geometry and Archimedes in Mathematics while watching squirrels and sparrows on the branches through the broken window ... and along with heavy school bag and the fight in the slush... The first day of work...The day without money to eat... The crowd where I lost, and learned to search myself. It matters...! these moments though good, do not touch me..

But I am really touched by the beauty of Night. The long silences and empty roads to walk without shrilling vehicles and running crowds, Closed Doors and the yellow light, people resting on newspapers. And of course It was a night when the first expression I penned, the first shooting I attended, When I introduced myself to books, When I cried, When I fought with my Father, When I stayed on the railway station after the last train. When I held my nephew, When I dreamed and still dream.. they are nights....... And my Evenings at Irani Cafe Gulping down a Kettle Full Kadak CHAI sip by sip... I don’t know why but I always feel, many people like me are the devotee of the nights....
CHEERS FOR TONIGHT... LET'S FACE THE DARK ONCE..