Aishwarya's OS gallery! - Page 16

The comments to the previous OS proved to be the best Diwali present of them all!! Seriously. I was SO happy reading each one of them. I've replied, too. So, please have a look if you can.

Specifically,

@Kanks... HOW on Earth, could a rational, logical and mindful creature (read human) find the previous OS convincing from ANY angle? It was all BUT sounding like a true account.

@Sam Di... Yaar! Thanks for that comment, seriously!! Itna LAMBA comment and that too, for ME? I'm honoured. Plus, plus. Also wanted to know. My nickname's 'Cutie cuchikoo' (READ Devil) and yours is ????????? I'm eager to know!!!

Coming back to where I was, this OS, basically, differs from all the One Shots I've written before. It's not a LOVE story, mind you. So, enter at your own risk.

Also wanted to let you know, this part is dedicated to the one and only Sam Di! I hope you like it!! <3

Love,

Aishwarya

I'd always been the kind of girl who wanted more. Never once could I be satisfied; always craving for more, always wanting for more. Everyone knew about this obsession of mine and most of them compiled to this too. It was typically unusual of me to feel that a person had less than me, or even try and help someone. In short, I was this girl who was bratty, rich, spoilt and STUPID at the same time.

I'm able to tell all this because I had a specific incident in my life, which forced me into thinking that I was not the only princess in the world, each girl was special in his or her own way. That incident affected me in a way no other incident could have, it opened my eyes; it was an eye-opener.

The first week of September of the 23^th year of my life was a significant and hard-hitting week. Dad had lost his job and was depressed, unready to apply for a new one; always assuming that he'd get an offer, he was the ex-CEO of a company, after all. This meant that either mom or me had to get to work to keep up with the pace of our lavish expenses and costly house-hold. Mom knew better than to seek a job with her high profile page 3 status she'd earned after visiting practically every GRADE-A party in town, which left the exception; the dark spot on the Kapoor family, the girl who refused to grow up to find a job and support the family for a month at the very least (before which mom promised she'd find a job for dad.) No matter what, my parents had refused to take help from my elder brother, who was earning, because of their stupid ego problems. Well, I had to be the saviour sometime or the other, right?

After being instructed on what to do, where to go, how to go about my interview (for my very temporary job), I was made to sit on a train (YES! TRAIN!) from Mumbai to Chennai, in a sleeper class. I was shocked, humiliated and unwilling to do so, but because of the family complications, I agreed. I was to go there with my brother, who had applied a week's leave for my sake. He was to come to Chennai, help me settle down and get back to Mumbai.

We were sitting in the train, rocking from back to forth, with me shooing away every vendor and beggar, and my brother buying stuff from every vendor and giving some money to every beggar, even after I'd ordered him not to do so.

"Stop it, would you? You don't know what kind of oil or what preservatives or what materials they use. Idiot."

"Only God would know what your posh 5 star hotels use, right? Train food is tastier and yummier. You get that?" he said, munching into his food happily.

"Erm, no. I still don't get the point. Anyway, this is the last morsel you're eating from the train. Sheesh! Moron."

"I'm ELDER to you. You'd better not order me about, YOU moron." he replied, still munching into his food, much to my anger.

"Ugh! It's a waste of precious time talking to you."

"Oh, and what exactly were you planning to do in your precious time?"

"Uh, a lot of things that's got nothing to do with you."

"Ri-ght." he said, making sure to emphasize each syllable properly. He was really getting on my nerves today.

I was basically trying to decide on different ways to throttle or strangle my brother to death, when I heard somebody laughing. I jerked my head up and saw a 20+ year old boy (adult boy, at that) laughing with his father (?), pointing towards us and probably, wounding my ego further by pointing towards me. Hah!

"Papa, look at them, they're fighting. And I'm watching them fight." he said, emphasizing on the word 'watching' and all the while, laughing.

"Yeah, this keeps happening, you know. I used to fight with my sister too, till your mother came along. Then, I found another ring-mate."

I stifled a laugh at the dialogue myself. Come to think about it, it was a pretty good one-liner. I could never hear what other passengers said, on the plane. Maybe, just maybe, I might start liking trains and train journeys. I started thinking about it deeply (shallow minds don't do much of thinking), when my brother jabbed me in the shoulder and told me,

"You know, you couldn't get much of these eatables if we hadn't travelled in Sleeper class."

"I KNOW that, and that is why I didn't want to travel in Sleeper Class. You heard me begging for the A.C. coach, didn't you?"

"I did. Why else, do you think I'm torturing you this way?"

"Ugh! You're a sadist. That's why."

Before he could retort to the truth, the father and son started talking about us again.

"What's a sadist, son?"

"What, nahi! Who's a sadist? A sadist is a person who finds pleasure in other's pains."

"Oh."

My extremely talkative brother started talking to the two of them, thus leaving me alone and bugged. After all, he was my brother and he didn't have a clue about who they were, anyway.

"Namaste! I'm Rahul and she's my sister, Priyanka."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, son. I'm Mohan Lal and this is my son, Rishab."

Mohan Lal 'uncle' and my brother were chatting, all the while, till people complained about the lights disturbing their sleep. Rishab, on the other hand, politely introduced himself, and stared out of the window. Since at that time, it wasn't very dark, the silhouettes of the trees and the symphony of nature itself, at its best, could be seen. With a pang of, erm, I don't know, realisation, I realised that when nothing else works, the art surrounding the world around you could be admired. It was surprising, how this small yet artful depiction of nature soothed me in a way that no 'meditational yoga CD' could.

So mesmerized I was with the nature, that I didn't care to interrupt Rishab when he said, "Papa, look, there, in the distance, you can see a cow. Can you see it? You can't? Hah! I can, I can!" "Now, look, see the sunset, you'll miss it. I swear it's the best thing you can see in the world." "Haww! Papa, it's becoming dark now. I won't be able to see any more trees or birds today. But, you know what, I can still do some star gazing. Isn't that great?"

Finally, after much reluctance, I got ready to go to bed, me with an empty stomach and Rahul, with a stomach filling the hunger of two people.

I woke up in the morning after a long night's sleep. So much so, that I didn't even realise that the bed (bunk) was so hard. Also, the fact that I didn't have a pillow, went completely unnoticed. By the time I clambered down my bunk, Rishab and his father were gone. My brother informed me that they'd gotten down only an hour ago, thus, ending my brother's brilliant streak of talking so much.

"Oh. They've gone? I thought that they were getting down at Chennai."

"Nah!"

"Ok. Anyway, did you notice that Rishab guy? He was behaving like a child, wasn't he?"

"He's older than both of us, apparently. He's 26."

"That's weird. I mean, the fact that he saw everything and went, 'Wow! Look at this. Wow! Look at that.' Sheesh!"

"Not exactly. Try thinking about what you just said from his point of view. He regained his eyesight he lost at the age of two, only a week ago."

"Oh my god"

"So, realise, that you're not the only person who deficient in something. Remember that, always. There are people who have bigger problems than you, in life, considering that money comes and goes, and is a petty issue. Those people still believe in living king-size, and not brooding about everything and anything. Remember the great saying? If money is lost, nothing is lost. If health is lost, something is lost. But if you lose your character, you lose everything. The change you were undergoing was the one I last mentioned about. You lost your character, became devoid of emotions and threw a fitting cry, all because you're father lost a job? Come to think of it, there are millions of people who lose their jobs every day. So, remember, you're not the only queen in trouble. People lose their families, and they survive, fighting all odds, and you? Stooping so low so as to shatter your self-esteem and disrespecting others is not the right thing, it's just stupid. You get that, girl? Please don't make me repeat what I just said ever again. Just remember, no matter what, you'll always have support. Even if mom and dad aren't there for you, I am. And God forbid, should something happen to me, rely on yourself and remain optimistic. Okay? I love you, baccha." he completed, and pulled me in for a hug.

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Well, that's basically it. I don't know how to make endings sad, I guess.

Please hit the like tab if you think it's worth it, and try to comment, please.

Love,

Aishwarya

😆

This happens almost everyday with me 😊 I mean I end up in one or other issues, start getting emotional and look up to God like WHY ME??

The only difference is that I never needed anyone else to remind me the positive side - God always bring someone who is in deeper trouble in front of me and still living their life ; I am left speechless- Left with no complaints after that... I cherish whatever life gave me!!

I really hope your story will be an eye-opener for everyone of us..

Your Nivi Di

*Applause* Sweetheart, this is a beautiful piece!

I really love how you've gone away from the typical lovey-dovey stereotypical stories and actually gone for a awareness story. Really this has to be a wonderful eye-opener,

It was so brilliantly written! Everything was just perfect. I so loved this OS jaan! Brilliant <3

Keep writing more =]

Love ya <3