Twenty Seventeen

It’s really difficult to recall Twenty Seventeen, but it was really hard to go through. After every academic exam, you might be wanted to be free for a few days but my exams never over, like every day is an opportunity, no one could even guess what can happen next. I’m thinking to sit with an astrologer every evening.

I thought its stupid task, after enrolling yourself in love you need him, Isn’t it?

no! no! I’m not at the stage of marriage, I need to struggle a lot to be at that stage.

 

Let me introduce my self, I’m Manu, age 19; whose father is the bread earner for his family from the age of 7, he struggled a lot and thus he or his family never slept with an empty stomach. but he never did smart work according to me.

When I was born I was treated like a prince but we didn’t have any empire to live in. But then also how he made our lifestyle easy and comfortable, in spite of all financial issues I did my schooling from a public school he never made me realise that I m the part of a middle-class family. He destroyed his dreams to fulfil the stomach of his family, supporting me to fulfil my dreams who was actually having no dream.

But suddenly while completing my schooling I got some to admire me and to convert me to Mr Qaurator, I start dreaming, I dream not similar to my dad but related.

And My journey begins as I took admission in media college to fulfill me and my dad’s dream. It was 20th July Twenty Seventeen when I planned to leave my all past treasury, to begin with, new and I just tried to make and maintain with everyone but still, I couldn’t cooperate and hopefully left with few once.

The first interaction with my teachers was not so quick, but I made my presence felt. On the first day of orientation I met those people who were unknown to me, they were sitting on the panel some famous personalities, Full of enthusiastic and positive vibes people, it was glad to hear them all. OP Rathore who has a legendary voice, Sandeep Marwah who is himself a chairperson of film city and a legend himself and many more people,

I still remember the golden words, “Read, think and write it in your dream Board” that forced me to write it down.

I met new people, New Freinds who were so happy to take admission in this prestige institution, and being a media student I had to talk with all so I met my first Metro Friend who was from the same college, who is the good actor and a poet, he really has good command on his words.

On the Second Day, It made me more curious to go college as I started interacting with people my loneliness was all vanished away.

On the 3rd day of orientation, I met Sharma Ji ki beti, the closed book, now heartless creature, these are her username and for me she is a headache; the cunning heart girl who makes everyone serious about herself, but being a Delhi da Munda, Punjabi without Pagari; I controlled my self to fall in love with her. On the main gate of college saying goodbye to all I talked her first time, She was like a Chulbul bird singing in my ears and dancing on my head.

At First sight, I thought it just like the Manika who was my desk sharer in class 12th.

Then I Met Muskan when she sings, brings up the smile on everyone’s face even though she is beautiful and adorable that if  I had to marry someone then she is perfect for me; I thought this at that point of time.

Even Sharma Ji ki beti helped me out to get her, and willingly I helped my new friend Atul to get Sharma Ji ki beti, and helping others we fell in love with each other.

My way was little different as being handling so many relationships I never handle anyone longer than a month, I guess it was because of my ex whom I loved so much but that was only from my side. keeping that story aside, for you it is important to know that like Ravinder Singh has his own story that how I too had a love story.

It was totally incomplete one it’s ending was not so painful but that really hurt me a lot, I couldn’t be able to move on from her. but Suddenly Sharma Ji ki beti landed in my heart who made me think and forced me to be specific with my requirements.

And after getting to know myself I got to know about me more. At the same point in time, I was depressed by her, she played with my heart and mind and even with my soul too.

and that forced me to write

My Metro Diary

A small boy asked me to hold the holder, otherwise, I would be losing my balance.

But I don’t give a dam losing the balance from my pocket because that was not earned by me.

My not so close friend asked me to smoke because she just wants to comfort my unstable mind.

On my left side, a girl is hugging his boyfriend this reminds how you hugged me last time.

No issue or any grudges from you.

It’s just that, I just want you

please be mine 🤧

In starting of all this I was uncomfortable as I was not sure that I would be able to handle her or not, I just kept her on hold so that she doesn’t go anywhere else, and yes it happen between both of us we both fell in love with each other, our souls and hearts were all together when we both were under the same roof sharing ideas and thoughts in a romantic way.

The days pass and I was able to forget my ex, I guess that was my assumption because on teachers days ie. 5th September I went my school to meet my teachers, though the moto was to meeting her only. Her presence makes me felt happy that I could easily hold that moment in sudden poetry and I wrote

“The Restless Heart”.

Today I saw her again.

Straight away looking into her eyes

I started Walking towards her,

heartbeats were deafening,

But still not audible to her.

Those sharp dark sparkling eyes.

Mind smiles, at first sight

reaching nearer to her I said hii.

Heart, bringing her closer to me,

wrapping her in my arms,

As if she wanted the same

But it was just another idle fantasy mere yaar.

Time stopped

But for her, it was moving.

So she moved her hand forward for a short goodbye.

See you soon ❤️

At last, we could say.

I guess

To be continued

(As she meets me again)

 

And when I sent this poem to my headache she was broken and jealous

she was looking cute in the broken state too.

After that, she helped me, not only in changing my mindset but also she changed my subject of my write-ups, she explained that I have the wrong perception, I really can widen my subject of my write-ups.

Everything that we conceive and that we perceive, I always taught to respect every girl I guess that’s the common sense that every parent tries to give their son and I never crossed my limit and nor disrespect her, but everything goes wrong whenever I try to do something special or do it my way and that doesn’t mean I was wrong every time I made her feel comfortable many times.

Being so close we can’t be blind to each other.

keeping ego and attitude aside I tried to be her side, and I know she notices everything but never appreciates the right thing so that keeps me on, to doing good things for her.

I’m trying to write every good thing she did to me and I did to her because writing on last day on the Twenty Seventeen was only to recall happy memories.

The current situation is that she wants me and I also want her I can say it with a surety BUT she can’t. With the end of this year, I sincerely gave my all time to her only.

Our LOng distances walk and talks, not allowing me to lose any hope.

And yes we do judge people more on past rather judging them in present a lesson from this year.

All though with the end of Twenty Seventeen (2K17)

I can say, I really moved on from old books because I know how to read the closed book,

Yes, I can feel the change,

I can feel the Headache.

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