The Wounded HORSES

“Why don’t you get off that horse, O king!”, she asked looking at him.

“I’ve tried! But unfortunately I can’t!”, the king sounded dejected.

“And why is it so? Look, I have this nice looking, amber eyed, white skinned, fierce white horse. His name is LOVE. You and I can ride together, for a time FOREVER, on this road of LIFE.”

“That is where it all starts, O lady! That is where it all starts.”, the king further drowned in dejection.

“From what I’ve heard coming through the distant land, you seem to be the best match for riding this horse with! Then why is it so, O King, that you are strapped to your horse? What is so special about this horse? His looks are far from matching your stature. He seems like a warrior wounded in a battlefield, with no eyes, filled with regret, despair and what not.”, the queen said.

” Looks never matter, O lady, not when you fall for the soul. And a warrior even though wounded always remains a warrior! This horse that I ride goes by the name, GUILT. I know too strange for a name and neither close to competition with your horse. But! Never mind…”, the king started marching ahead not wanting to wait anymore.

But the queen was determined. She wanted to know everything about him. She loved him, from the moment the news of his arrival had touched her room. All these years, that her LOVE, had waited in the STABLE, was going to have a ride, she had thought. She followed him…

“O dear King! Please Wait! I want to know why such a ruler of hearts doesn’t want to ride LOVE with me. I want to know why is he so attached to his GUILT. What is it that the mighty king is afraid of?”, she asked.

“It won’t be of any use. Moreover, I don’t want to put you in any kind of disappointment for I….”, he stopped talking and went on with his GUILT.
The queen took her LOVE and blocked GUILT and KING’S way asking the king again, wanting to know his story.

The king sighed and sensing there was no way out, he started.
“As they say, Ruler of Hearts!, it feels good you know, but when this ruler can’t ride a Queen’s LOVE, that’s when it all begins. I don’t know if you’ve heard of this but there were times that I went through when Queens I loved, the horses LOVE that I actually rode with all my heart, on this LIFE road, abruptly died. When it happens once, you can understand but the same thing happening again, that is when things change. And every time that me and the queen got down of this dead horse, LOVE, parting our ways, this wounded horse GUILT always waited for me on the crossroads of LIFE.”

“How could those horses die. There has to be some reason for it,” the queen intriguingly asked.

“Yes! They were always diagnosed with some diseases called SPACE, TIME and UNFAITHFULNESS. Moreover, they aggravated as the queen cried. The King’s feelings did not matter maybe, or maybe it was a GENDER thing!”, the king said.

“And how come every time, GUILT, was present for you?”, she said.

“We live in a world full of people! Good, Bad, Ugly, all types of people. THEY WATCH! THEY TALK! THEY JUDGE! THEY PASS CONCLUSIONS! That’s what used to happen maybe. Every time I was alone, they praised me, made me feel like a king, but as I rode this LOVE and the moment it dies, these were the same people which let out GUILT. ”

“From what I’ve heard, I don’t feel that a king like you deserves to ride this horse. Fuck the people! Fuck their judgements! Actually you should be riding your horse, the one I hears of, HAPPINESS!”, the queen seemed angry.

“Huh!”, he chuckled, “HAPPINESS, he is intact in his stable and I love him. I don’t want to take him on a ride, not in front of these people.”

“O king! You are not understanding. The point is that these people are giving you importance. They don’t have their lives. As you said, there are all types of people and the amount of these judgemental retards is way too small.”, the queen explained.

“I know that, O lady, and I’m aware of the fact that my mind doesn’t pay heed to their judgements. But whenever I ride HAPPINESS, the shadow of GUILT looms over me, the death of previous LOVE overpowers the brightness of my HAPPINESS and same things happening again and again even though bad, culminate into attachment, and that’s what this is. That’s why GUILT’s attachment.”, the king replied.

The queen’s LOVE was listening to their conversation. What had happened to those previous horses made him think for his life. Even though it won’t happen again, the thought of ‘WHAT IF IT DOES?’, made him scared for his life.

LOVE stepped aside from GUILT’s path…
And the KING vanished….

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MINDRAGE

There are times when your mind battles internally,
What to do then?

When the battle has no reason and no warriors,
When the battle has no sides and no leaders,
Just something eating you up internally,
What to do then?

When you have everyone by your side,
Still you feel your heart having that void,
What to do then?

When you wish to shut the world just for some time,
But the thought of loneliness starts sneaking like a sourest lime,
What to do then?

When you are not afraid of the consequences,
And develop a NO FUCKS TO GIVE attitude for all your experiences,
What to do then?

When you feel there’s no thrill left in your routine,
And life has become a bloody monotonously working machine,
What to do then?

When all that covers you now are the papers called assignments and experiments,
Something which got replaced by those papers called marble and tints,
What to do then?

When all you do now is keep on writing them without any fucking idea what you are upto,
Just for a mere signature, a grade, or a 10 on 10,which weren’t so important when the child inside us grew,
What to do then?

When these college submission time give heart breaks of the amplitude stronger than those in love,
When the professors straight away correct and reject your work, and again entrap a freeflying dove,
What to do then?

When this internal battle starts to rage,
‘Coz of not knowing what the fuck is this invisible cage,
Why are our futures being decided by some white and black page,
Just give us our fucking stage!!

Returning to the battle of this age,
Where your soul wanders like an aghori sage,
And this tiring lifestyle makes you high,
Without the need of ganja, weed or amphetamine,
What to do then?

When all you do is wake, college, mobile, eat, sleep,
Whilst missing the rise, enjoy, books, have, rest,
The alarms that go beep beep
And a bird without a cozy nest!!!

Let me roam about in this wild wild world,
Away from those dumbwits, professors and freaking nerds,
Until the raging fire inside me settles from within,
Until i don’t ask again, WHAT TO DO THEN?

The LOVE CATALYST 

The CREDIT SCENES

Hey guys hope you all loved this short story series The LOVE CATALYST. Some things that I want to share with you regarding this. First and the foremost thing is I received a lot of messages from people who thought this to be a true story in some or the other way but this is totally a work of fiction solely created from my mind. Second of all this was my first attempt into this kind of stuff and I hope to keep discovering. Now the most important, there were people who I owe big time for the mental support that they gave me and were part of this thing with me. 

SHARVARI PATIL, for rediscovering my passion, making me write, being my biggest support throughout, listening to all those unnecessary scripts and believing in me. 

ABHISHEK RAO, AL SAHER, for being my EDITOR’S and guiding me throughout. 

UJJWALA DI for being my sweetheart reader. 

MINAKSHI AWALE, AJINKYA BHOI for talking me out with the most important part. 

RAJ MISTRY, for being a constructive critic that I always wanted. 

KOMAL PAWAR, for being the silent reader of all parts and still not saying anything. 

NILAY DHONDYE, DARSHAN CHHEDA,SHRUSHTI DEDHIA, DIKSHITA GHAWALKAR, PRATHAMESH KURADE, SANKALPA HIRLEKAR,SHAMAL CHOPADE, SNEHAL RAUT,SHRITEJ ZEMSAY, DIVYANI SHETTY,GIREESH PILLAI , SAMIKSHA YADAV, BHARTI WASANKAR,ADITI SONAWANE,MAHESH RAYBHAN, SANCHITA HANDE for motivating me, being so enthusiastic about the whole thing and supporting the writer within always. 

SHREYA, ANURAG, VISHAKHA, NEERAJ, KETAN, GARGI, ABHIJEET, ANIL, SANJU, GAURI, PREM, VAISHNAVI, ABHISHEK AND ALL THE PEOPLE WHO READ THIS AND APPRECIATED IT. 

Thanks a ton. 

The LOVE CATALYST 

The BUTTER 

It was the D-DAY as we were attending our chemistry practicals. Chemistry practicals were cool because of the atmosphere there. The teacher incharge would stand in the centre, with everyone around her like some accident had occurred. We both used to stand at the end of this hoard without a care about what was going on. That day wasn’t any different. Everyone was present, and yes, the girl with admirable beauty had paid heed to the invitation until now. 

“Bhai, ready hai na??” I poked Darshan. He seemed a bit nervous as if he was appearing for some exam but still replied,”Yes, it’s everything or nothing.” 

It felt satisfying doing this good thing but the consequences were still unknown. 

“Listen everyone, the Catalyst is an important part in this reaction” shouted the teacher. 

“Sunn be ma’am kya boli?” I taunted him with a wide grin. He laughed it off with his nervousness still visible. 

“Bhai, meri bhi SETTING laga dena!!” touted Akshay in a way to tease Darshan. Apart from us, he knew this thing because of his ‘poke into everyone’s business’ ways. 

“Haa!! I’ll do this stuff and make a living now. Log dosto ke liye STUPIDITY krte hai aur hum CUPIDITY”, I replied as all three of us broke into laughter. 

It was time, time for the final blow. Shruti’s behaviour had been skeptical throughout but still I knew she would come. We were already waiting in the back corridor where nobody bothered to roam about. Ideal place for an ideal beginning. 

And there she was, girl with an adorable charm with her curly locks sliding over her shoulder as she walked through without the slightest bother. 

She didn’t seem shocked seeing both of us, maybe because we hunted together everywhere or maybe because she was okay with it. 

“So?” I tried to break the ice. 

“So?” she said shrugging her shoulders. 

“What do you think?” interrupted Darshan. 

“The FORT GUY huh?” she said looking at me. 

“Yesss! The FORT GUY” I said with a sense of pride. 

“So, what do you think?” asked Darshan again as if they were the only words he had practiced. 

“I always felt that it could be him.” she said. That certainly did boost our confidence. But the atmosphere still had some nervous air in it. 

“I do have a checklist regarding my special someone.” she continued,” and regarding you, let me see” she turned her back towards us as she said this. It felt as if she was laughing there. 

“Okay, looks-check, courtesy-check, sweetness-check” she was speaking. 

“Bhai ye toh maje le rhi hai apne?” Darshan whispered into my ears. 

“Sabar kar baccha. You have waited this long. Thanda rakh” I whispered back. 

“… Bad habit of whispering-check” she went on as we looked at each other, “good at heart-check, gives respect-check and the most important…” she turned towards us as we stood pretending someone who waited for results, “… Loves me-check.” 

We both let out a sigh of relief and I poked Darshan to do the rest and then the moment it was. 

Darshan went down on one knee and Shruti in shock as he said those words, “I LOVE YOU SHRUTI, DO YOU LOVE ME?” 

Shruti was still in disbelief as she was looking towards both of us in total confusion, when she said, “BUT……” 
THE END

The LOVE CATALYST 

The ESSENCE

“Heya”, I texted Shruti on that boring afternoon. 

“Hey! Wassup?”, came her unexpectedly instant reply. 

“Nothing much re. U say?” 

“Tired. I returned today morning from my mini vacation.” 

“Ohhh! Great. So this is why the boys sulked at college.” 

“Hahaha! Lol! Stop it Nilay. Nobody is soo eager to wait for me and besides this was the best time that I had.”

 I hated the ‘LOL’ thing alot but that ‘thike, ladki hai,achi dikhti hai, chalta hai’ thing made me continue.”Ohhoo! U have had a superb tym I guess! Kidhr gyi thi?” 

“Actually it was a native place thing, Kolhapur is where we went. But this time we enjoyed being there. And you know what the higlight of this trip was?” 

Before i could reply anything came a string of messages

“P

A

N

H

A

L

A” 

Her excitement and enjoyment both were sensed in these 7 letters and I just wanted to listen more. “Sahieee!! Aage bata!” I kept it minimum, eager to listen more. And she continued… 

“Arrree! U must visit this fort. Srsly the climate, the fort, surroundings everything everything mesmerised me to the core. And as always the way our MAHARAJ had built it, all the secretways and stories, they always fill u with a sense of pride that we had techniques that the world didn’t know. And arre the best thing was the chilling drizzle that came there. It wasss the sexiest thing whilst enjoying the fort. I love rains alot and that weather made me miss someone!”

This someone thing made me interrupt her,”Ahem ahem, kisko miss kiyaa??” 

“Ayeee, stop ur wheels. There’s no1 yet but yeah it felt like someone shud have been there. Someone who could click pictures for me when i was engrossed in the beauty of nature. Someone who would do that Yash Chopra movie things of draping something over me when i felt the chills. Someone who would feed me when i was tired enough from the adventure. And someone who would cuddle with me to sleep. Ik I’m being too cheeky but the weather there made my mind wander exctly like this. And yes i missed the spcl sum1”

This one message gave me the existential crisis of GOD. Did he really want me to be the CATALYST? Did he favoured the SETTING? Did he want me to do this CUPIDITY? 

It struck to me that I had forgot to reply Shruti and she was waiting. Her behaviour that day was kind of spooky as she hadn’t been so eager to talk to me before. 

“🙈🙈”, this was all I could reply. 

“Tu kyu sharma raha hai? I didn’t miss U”, and bang came down the world to being normal. 

“I ain’t sharmaing, okay! It’s just that I enjoyed your lovaria in that ecstatic weather on the fort.” I tried being cheeky, ” Acha Shruti what if someone actually existed like your FORT GUY!” 

” Haha! Itni kripa bhagwan ny banake rakhta humpe” she said 

“Arree hum janme hi kaahe hai?” this time I replied without gulping those words. 

“What?? U, the almighty😂?” 

“Naah! It’s like there does exist the FORT GUY and he is one of our classmates.” I said, now, determinant about being the CATALYST. 

“Ummm… Okay! Now I don’t know how to react to this😂! Still, Who is it?” she asked seeming curious this time. 

“Hai koi toh!”, I was loving this suspense thing,”This FORT GUY is, someone u know.” 

“Arre Benedict! Stop this suspense and reveal it once” she seemed annoyed. 

“Not so easily😈. Meet me in the back corridor of college on Thursday.” 

 “Stop this nonsense Nilay! Bata de kon hai? Is it U?”

I was in a fix after this reply. It’s like there are two kinds of guys in this world- first are those who fall for a girl after seeing her, after mentally deciding that she is the one and the second are those who fall for every girl that talks sweetly with them and yeah I proudly belonged to the latter part. 

I could have turned cupid for myself but doing the CUPIDITY for BHAIJAAN seemed more interesting. 
To be continued… 

The LOVE CATALYST 

The CONFESSION 

It was this superb weather after the mid terms that seemed to make college all the more interesting for me. The sweetly shining sun showering its mild heat added with that cool breeze in the air, “Winter was here”. Besides doing the usual notoriety with Darshan added to the fun. Although Darshan seemed like some lad who had lost his way into a big fair. He was weird but this was something different.

“Bhai, all okay?” I asked him that day amidst the chemistry class. “Nothing!”, he said. Never had he so blatantly replied to me.

“Haa ab seth ho gye aap log. Garibo ko kyu bataoge?” 

“Bhai, plzz you pay attention there. Shruti might need your notes later.” 

This reply was enough for me to understand why this lad had lost his way in this fair. Shruti hadn’t yet arrived even though the mid term breaks were over. 

“Darshu, scene kya hai ye Shruti wala?” I asked him this time wanting to know everything. 

“Yaar nilya kyaa batau abb? I think I’m in love. It’s like it was nothing before but now she has became the one who reigns my thoughts most of the time. This hasn’t happened with me before and I tried to get her out but she has become like an ant that sticks to jaggery. She has become like my epitome of happiness right now. All the things that I love, I end up having her in them.”
” Like how?” i asked. 

” Arey its like, if I love forts, I see myself clicking her  pics as she stands by the walls with her arms spread out. If I love food, I see myself feeding her. If I love rain, I see myself draping a coat over her as she feels the chills. If I love sleeping, I see myself cuddling with her. I don’t know why this is happening bhai? ” he said. Every comparison of his made him blush and that’s when I , too, was sure about this lost lad searching for love. Before I  could suggest anything to him came those golden words, 

” BHAI SETTING LAGA NA.”
To be continued….. 

The LOVE CATALYST 

The STIMULUS 

Being in a junior college without the burden of studying had been the best feeling after those mindsquashing board exams. Attending lectures hadn’t been so interesting. We had also learned this bunking phenomenon whilst sneaking out before the next teacher entered. Everything around us gave the feeling of ‘MAA TERA BETA BADA HO GAYA HAI MAA’. 

The bond between Darshan and me, too was blossoming into something stronger than just friends. From birdwatching to brunching, from dozing off mid lectures to standing up for each other, there was everything that a BHAI does between us. Yet, when Shruti was around, things started to twist and turn and roll and jump. Shruti was that occasional bird who would join us during our mischiefs. The girl who used to have no one in this class apart from me had turned to everyone’s, even though mild, but secret crush. She used to hangout with her girl gang which used to flock together everywhere as if they hunted in a group. 

“Nilay, can you give me your chemistry notes? ” she asked me once. I was busy with some stuff so I’d ignored her. “Nilay?” she called again. Before I could look up, came a thud on my head from our very own Darshan ji, “Are Nilya, bichari kabse puuch rhi hai wo, dhyaan kidhr hai tera? .. Deena usko book.” Hitting me on the head usually enraged me but brocodes cooled this rage at that time. I handed over the book to her and turned my attention to this Hulk besides me whose gaze was locked on her departure. 

“Bhaiiii, gayi wo!!” I exclaimed standing in front of his face. What followed was funny weird and shocking as he replied, “Hamesha ke liye toh nahi naa??” with an expression of shyness clearly visible

To be continued….