The Concrete Truth

The Concrete Truth

It is the 9^th of April today as I write this, the day after IPL 4 had been kicked off by the last year’s champions defending the IPL Trophy from the Kolkata Knight Riders escorted by Gautam Gambhir. The Cricket World Cup concluded just a week ago on the 2^nd of April with an incredible victory to our country. The World Cup was like paying honour to the loud shouts of 121 million fans who forfeited their food, water, rest, work, play and sacrificed their time for even the most important work they required to do. All had decided to give up everything else on days when India was to play a match. Six days was the only time for rest after the Cricket World Cup for the players and the fans because the successful T20 show was going to initiate for its fourth successive championship. Truly said by Sharda Ugra,” At last IPL comes back to cricket.” It is as if 3 Idiots one week, Dabangg the next. This excitement doesn’t stand alone but is accompanied by a mass movement against corruption –The Anna Hazare Movement. All these events happening in India only. Truly, India is also a 24X7 country.

The victory in the final of the CWC made the masses of India to stand proudly in front of the flag and sing our national anthem. If anyone, of course from the people watching the match on television, would come out on the streets in any part of India on the 2^nd of April after 11p.m. would certainly feel that they were an Indian who was watching the independence of his country. The mood and passion created by us was as spectacular as watching a rewind of a falling star. This few hours after the match was not enough for us to release all our happiness and obsession to the cricket played by MS Dhoni and his men. Till the next four days people would organize rallies with huge number of people liberating their excitement. All sections of people were together and gelled together as one which was most required during the partition of India.

But even then, our Mother India was unhappy. Even though India won the World Cup, the country is still like a good piece of chicken on a bad plate. The old, futile, soiled souls of the Indian politics are still the same. They are still alive, they still are beggars as they were before gobbling the hard earnings of as huge a country like India. These old people are so gluttonous that I cannot stop without remarking – “Old is not always gold.” But wait a minute because the proverb – “ What happens, happens for the sake of good” is equally true. The way to this will is setting up as Anna Hazare or the ‘Gandhi of today’ as remarked by many has risen up out of the blue against corruption supported by all citizens of India. Our country has an unique factor that when there is a reason for rejoicing for as big thing as cricket, then the excitement remains which is now used as a by product in the Anna Hazare Movement. Old people, kids, just married couples, college students, school students, teachers, businessmen, actors, workers and of course Mother India herself has all queued up for the uplifting of such a huge country which lacks in nothing. It is just that we are not able to work up systematically like others. We have better writers, doctors, engineers than any other people in the world. Our ability if all mounted one on another, would reach the sun.

But now no one can cease us. We form the youth of India and we are the ones who have to join politics later. The politicians of today have dissuaded the youngsters of today to take politics as our profession. Wake up teens and wake your friends because the world is waiting for you. If you do not break these shackles, you will be the one who is to be blamed after a few years just like the politicians of today are blamed.

Rahul Kedia

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The ghost of my love

dedicated to d 7 girls of YES
A tear trickled down Ciara’s cheeks and fell on my hands. She got up; picked her cell phone and her keys, went towards the gate and vanished.
It was just in a few seconds. She had been talking properly, I didn’t tell her anything, she wasn’t angry, she was smiling then what happened? The thoughts circled my mind throughout the night. I tried to call her but her cell phone was switched off and she wasn’t online. I was very much worried about her. I was almost about to burst into tears but then I dozed off.
I got up at 9 o’clock the next day and all the thoughts of the previous day returned to my mind. I was jaded of the problems. Our relationship had lasted for two years and there were problems every third day but this was something very bizarre. I went to her house and waited for an hour but anyone came neither to the balcony nor out of the house. “Where the **** have they gone?” I thought in my mind and then I saw her father and mother returning home in their car. I went behind their building. She was not in the car and her cell switched off. I was in a mood that couldn’t be explained. Only a true lover with a lost heart, problematic life and a worn out mind could understand my feelings.
I got back home and sat to study. I couldn’t concentrate. I called my friend for going for a walk but later I refused to go. All I could do was to sit and find a clue to this problem. I didn’t know what it was so I couldn’t solve it also. That day passed then the next. By and by, the next month and six consecutive years passed. For first few months I had completely ruined my life but as time passed my wounds started healing. I was now 21 and I had started an espresso bar. Ciara was not now a part of my mind. She was now to me a girl for whom I had ruined my life.
One day I was sitting at the billing counter and my eyes fell on the gate. A girl or, rather, say a beautiful girl wearing white t-shirt and blue denim entered my shop. I had a crush on her. I went to her table and when she saw me the menu dropped from her hand. I was amazed. “Am I so good looking?” I thought but the next moment I also recognized her; she was Ciara. My life, my heart. She couldn’t say anything and me too. For about two minutes we just stared each other, our eyes were facing each other and we came closer to each other every second. When our lips were just one cm away I came back to my sense and when I looked around I saw everyone was gazing at us. I asked her if we could go for a walk. She agreed and we went. I had completely forgotten about the day we had last met. Neither she told about it nor did I ask. I had got my love once more and my thinking which had changed before returned to the same. I started loving her. We talked to each other for quite a long time and then she had to go somewhere so she went away. I was very happy, excited and the original Akash. I returned home and was in my best mood. I took out my guitar, washed my bike, listened to songs, danced and also played on my play station. I felt that I was the same person I was six years before.
The next day as planned we met in a café. I was very much excited about this date. We were talking to each other and I wanted to know now why she left that day. I asked her but she told she couldn’t tell. I pleaded her and after several minutes of continuous pleading, begging and imploring she agreed. She told that she had been cheating me. She loved me but loved another guy more than me. She couldn’t be away from any of us but the day before that day the guy kissed her and she realized what she had been doing so she went away and got admitted to a hostel in a new town. I was terror-struck and bewildered and taken aback. I wasn’t being able to gulp any more coffee. I went home and slept. I woke up at night around two o’clock. I was not in any mood to sleep. I felt like crying. I went outside and saw the previous day’s newspaper and began to read. When I came to the third page the newspaper slipped from my hand. It read –“a girl named ciara found dead in the bank of the river” and it showed a smiling face of her!