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March 31, 2019
ToonTales #6: Expressions…Part 4
“Expressions is the easiest way to communicate only when you feel too lazy to talk”
– Shayoni Roy
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A fine-arts student and a passionate photographer, Shayoni creates a world of colors on her canvas. The brush strokes and the pencil sketches give life to numerable stories.
So dear readers, let me take you on a journey of toons and make u feel like a kid again.
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“Boy! You stay away from that girl now…doesn’t end well”
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“I just hope she looks at me for once”
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“Aww! are those flowers for me!”
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” Baby! o Baby! my heart is a lock, of which you are the only key”
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“Awww! you can sing also now”
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Ah! again a love story!
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March 27, 2019
the Awakening by Roy & Dee Kay
by Roy & Dee Kay
“Have you ever wondered the kind of peace you would experience if you take a break”
she frowned.
“Why Minz…what got u all of a sudden?” I asked with a confused look on my face.
“I don’t want this fukin mundane-routined-pre-decided life”…she glared at me
“It is perfect and safe when everything is planned. If we wanna go anywhere, I need time to plan and layout the itinerary. Not to forget the holiday approvals and hotel bookings…”
I went on increasing my checklist, popping one after the other essentials from the mental rucksack.
Minz stood up…looked at me…gave me a wry smile…
She looked so damn beautiful as always, even at that moment with her weary face and under makeups. Her ruffled white shirt and creased black trousers indicated the long day at her office. Her black sandals that she threw the moment she entered the room, rested sleepily on my bed. I was so lost in her aura like a cliché lover-guy that I did not notice that my poor cell phone was clutched tightly in her fingers.
“NOT AGAIN PLZ…” My mind already began begging before my lips could force those words out of my vocal chord. The three beer pints sitting cozily near the bean bag where Minz stood, laughed at me…reassuring me that I WAS SCREWED at that moment…
Minz had already gulped all three of those devils…her baby-quota of getting high after she gets completely frustrated either of my monotonous methodical style or of her standstill projects as a victim of the bureaucracy in her company. I knew the night was going to be filled with her sentimental life awakening pedagogues. And so it started with her wavy utterly sweet voice…
“Your life is like this dark stupid cellphone…Mr NOT-SO-SMART NIL”
“Okay Ma’am” I nodded hiding my smile
“Don’t you fukin interrupt me you…when I tell you something… Mr Nil…” her voice swayed along with her balance as the aftermath of relishing those beer pints hit her. She, immediately, balanced herself, trying to stand firm. She did not want to alleviate the gravity of her speech by revealing her inebriation. I gave a quick smile at her goofiness and she glared again at me.
Doubling the loudness and emulating a manly voice she continued…
“Mr. Nil…You are like this stupid cellphone that operates only as designed…updates only when allowed…dependent always on a charger…and so does your life…You work as asked of you…get promotion when given…and…always are dependent on your plans.”
All that came out of her in one breath…
She paused for a second and then said something softly with too much affection and concern in her voice…something that made me really ponder over my situation
“Nil have you ever realized that making a living and making a life are poles apart…
“I rest my case baby…I feel sleepy…” with that, she bumped on the bed and fell asleep in an instant.
I laid her on the bed comfortably and tucked the quilt on her…kissed her on her forehead as her fragrance filled my face…
My mind somewhat got stuck to those last lines. Was I making a living for making a life or was I making a living and losing a life…Have I always been stuck in this sheer illusion…did I earn so much only to lose all the essentials experiences of life… I picked my scotch and sat on the couch that was placed near the huge glass walls of my room. Looking outside, I realized that the midnight seemed like a day with all those lights and traffics…the city never sleeps…people never pause…the race goes on…the vicious mundane cycle moves on and on….
I picked up the cellphone. The blackness of the display reflected my face and for an instant Minz’s words reverberated in my mind, comparing me to it. I realized that I had been shackled to such an extent in this pre-determined pattern of lifestyle that I never knew when my hobbies and passion took a backseat and the goal of getting rich became the social need. Few pen scratches designed my fate and a handful of green notes gave me pride.
With a renewed energy and with a childlike excitement, I booked the tickets to the first place that popped up in my head…called my boss to inform him about my leave…booked the best hotel I could at that time and packed our luggage.
By the time Minz woke up, the traveler inside me was ready to explore the hidden corners of his heart and soul…
and so the journey began…as with my AWAKENING…
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March 25, 2019
The Park Bench By Parikhit
The Park Bench
By Parikhit
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Caroline sat at the green weather-beaten bench, the only one in the little park atop a small hill, below the mighty rugged mountains, that overlooked her little town. Breathing in the crisp autumn air, she let her eyes wander over the town; cherry blossom trees that had begun blooming across the town and were a stark pink against the green conifers; cottages, their roofs red and pale green glistening in the afternoon sun, were aligned in perfect rectangles; and there rose the church steeple, the same one where Albert and Caroline had taken their vows five and thirty years ago this very day. She smiled at the little ceremony that was, the nervous smile with which Albert had greeted her at the altar, his head angled, his frizzy hair patted down, the single yellow rose tucked in her braid, and the happy peal of bells! Thirty-five years of being together.
It was in the town library that they had first met, one balmy Saturday, where Caroline would volunteer, her maddening love for books, the smell of yellowing pages drawing her to the library. With an awkward smile, pushing the glasses that kept sliding down his nose, Albert had approached her, the name of book scribbled on a little piece of paper. It was one of her favourites she had exclaimed and quickly handed him the book, pressing a smile. He was at the library every Saturday, with a scribbled note, frizzy hair, sharing the silent amusement upon a book they both loved, quiet nods, mischievous smiles and one rainy afternoon, his scribble read, ‘A walk, perhaps a cup of tea?’
Caroline was ecstatic! Walking in the light drizzle, the sky a shade of violet and grey, petrichor from the erstwhile dry streets, in harmonious silence, surreptitiously smiling, their hands often brushing sending shivers through Caroline’s body, did they reach the quiet park, onward the green bench, towards blossoming love.
The little park seemed an extension of their little world, one they had lovingly created in the mighty world. It was upon this bench that Albert had braved himself to hold Caroline’s hand many seasons ago, for the first time; it was here aquiver with unparalleled joy, that she had tasted the drops of perspiration upon his lips, their very first kiss; it was here, one melodious night, when armed with a flask of tea and cinnamon rolls to witness the dance of meteors, did they huddle together, hand to hand, arm to arm, feet to feet, and under the sparkle of the night sky made love. Coy, nervous, Caroline had caressed his nape, goose pimples mushrooming where her hands strayed; Albert’s eyes sparkled with mischief and joy as he had loosened her braid, showering her with kisses, drenched in love. Giddy by the scent of her body, lemony, he had kissed her all over, innocently passionate, the hollow of her shoulder, the curves of her body, the softness of her bosom. Heaving hearts beat in unison and warm bodies found solace in each others comfort; fingers entwined, eyes gleaming, happy tears, they had became one with the starry night, with flashes of meteor lighting up the sky.
And it was at this very bench, nervous and shy, did Albert hand Caroline a scribble; opening, she cried at the sparkle of a ring, and words which ran thus, ‘Will you be my wife?’. She had gestured yes for no was never an option. ‘I have loved you more than anything and even when my heart stops beating, I will cross heaven and hell to have it beat for you.’, he had gestured. Holding his hands, nodding her head, smiling and crying, she had hugged him, the promise of a lifetime.
Caroline’s parents and friends, neighbours alike, weren’t particularly pleased with her decision. Oh love will run out when silence takes over, they had all said, admonishing her decision, nodding in shocked disagreement. ‘Do I need to talk endlessly to love endlessly? Our hearts converse, they talk to each other, our eyes understand, comprehend the twinkle, the sorrow in each other and that shall suffice for me!’, she argued, resolute. And here she was four decades later, blossoming in love each day, with Albert, cloaked in his ineffable charm, strengthening her faith, accentuating her love. While she ruminated at the happy thirty-five years, Albert, yet mischievous, his frizzy hair now quite grey, crept in slowly behind her to tuck a yellow rose on her braid and handed Caroline a scribble. ‘Here’s to us, Carol. Here’s to our love.’ Smiling, she leaned upon his chest, her home, and knotted her fingers in his.
And there they nestled as a caressing breeze whistled over them, church bells from the town chimed a faint echo, orange clouds blushed a shade of pink, and stars, hurriedly, appeared to witness the innocent love on the park bench.
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March 22, 2019
Me vs ME !!! by Roy & Dee Kay
The whole town was still asleep…. empty streets and empty roads were all around…lights emanating from few of the lampposts were getting stiff competition from the first rays of the sun…the darkness of the night was retreating and the crack of dawn was approaching…
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In the midst of this, the silence of the moment was disrupted by a weak squeaky voice…
“Ayan…Why are you here?…You should be at the hospital…”the old man surprisingly asked while unlocking the door.
The young man looked up with his half-awake green eyes and nodded…his face hidden under the dark bandana and his head covered with the hood of the sweatshirt. His wrinkled sweatpants and muddy running shoes gave a proof of his morning run.
Ignoring the question, Ayan made his way inside the gym…directly towards the locker room. He unzipped his hoodie and pushed his bandana over his head.
The restlessness of the old man spiked from not getting a reply…In a tense tone he spoke as loudly as he could to force his question upon Ayan…
“Boy…Don’t you remember you won the match, yesterday night…not even 24 hours has passed and you are here with broken ribs, fractured arms, bruises and what not….You need medical attention…Go to a hospital and…”
The old man stopped speaking all of a sudden, when he saw Ayan walking towards him…His shape glowed under the dim lights of the room. His aesthetic body shouted of the years of dedication and hard work that he had put in to get the shape…The broad chest with perfect pecs merged with his ripped six-pack abs. The peak of biceps and the ridges of his triceps made its way upwards towards his wide shoulders… the traps and lats gave way to the winged-back muscles…
Facing the old man, he spoke finally with a soft husky low voice…
“You Won’t understand…”
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Why was it difficult to understand that a boxing champion needed to visit the gym even after winning the championship…why was it hard to believe that injuries were insignificant in front of insurmountable passion…
Might be…
It was not about winning a match against someone…it was not about pausing and relishing the achievements…it was not about sliding back into the successful cozy life…
It was only about a never-ending fight…a fight of ME vs ME…a quest for a better version of oneself…an urge towards defeating the weakness…a promise to defeat the defeat…
We all have people like Ayan around us…You just need to open your eyes and see through the veil of common appearance of those persons…I have met few such Ayans in my life and they have consistently motivated me.
So today, my dear reader, I won’t portray the Fitness scenario in India with statistical and analytical jargons RATHER will give you a solution based on few case studies…all these are persons like you and me…ordinary lives BUT Exceptional passion…
Mr. N K DUBEY
At an age of 55years…when life agonize you with heath issues…tries to overload you with family responsibility…pushes you towards the lowermost rung of deepest depression…what would you do??
Dubey ji devoid of proper sleep, started to run everyday 1km, just to tire out his body and get proper peaceful rest in the night. Little did he know that soon the Kilometers were about to increase and his despair was going to take a backseat. At present Dubeyji, runs in marathons of all order. He has completed numerous 5k and 10k local marathons and half marathons of 21k in Kolkata and Bhubaneswar. Recently, he completed full 42 km marathon in Hyderabad, running continuously for 4 hours.
“So truly said, when life throws lemon at you, Make a lemonade…”
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JASBIR SINGH
3 years of perseverance…36 months of clean diet…1095 days of consistent gym… with only one goal in mind, Jasbir Singh not only transformed his physical appearance by reducing his weight from 92 to 78 kg, but also in the process developed his intense love for running. A day seems to be wasted if he doesn’t run. This fire of desire has enabled him to run numerous marathons and to continuously improve his timings in those, with his best record in Tata Steel 10k Kolkata Run-a-thon in 50 minutes.
He aims to run at the Boston marathon which is considered the Olympics for amateur marathon runners, where the entry criteria is to complete one full marathon of 42kms in under 3 hrs 5mins. So as it is said “a never ending marathon to find the better version of ME”
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PRIYANKA PANDEY
It took her 3 months, after a complete bed rest due to backbone fracture, to learn to walk once again. She channelized all her strength to not to just walk again properly but to run freely with the wind. Such a simple idea kept her strong even in her weak moment and made her realize the importance of small things such as walking!!!
An MBA graduate and an HR personnel at Tata Steel , Priyanka Pandey proves that no matter how busy you get in life, u can always squeeze time for your fitness goals. She ran with Milind Suman in Pink-a-thon last year and now prepping for 21k Beach Marathon in Goa. She targets to run in 42k full marathon.
As said ” Pain is temporary, quitting lasts forever” and she is no quitter…She is a FIGHTER…
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SURAJ SAMAL
When 4-years of engineering college enticed everyone with parties, girlfriends, alcohols and weeds, one guy in the crowd toiled hard in the gym. Growing up in army cantonment, Suraj Samal watched soldiers training hard every day and so the passion of fitness took a seed in his very childhood. Being a skinny underweight guy, he was invisible enough to be left alone with his three other best friends. Together the four, were the only ones who visited the dusty old abandoned college gym. The process of transformation was very slow, but he never lost sight of the image of his that he wanted the world to see. Whenever demotivated he would just glance in the mirror and then just keep on going to achieve his big picture…Finally, With perfect muscular and aesthetic physic he became a fitness icon of his college…that old dusty gym is now well-maintained and is visited regularly by no less than 100 students every day.
Tiger Shroff of our group, Suraj did prove “First they ask you WHY and then they ask your Advice”
His next goal is master calisthenics and learn a combat sports.
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Working in the same organization, I feel fortunate to know them personally since they inspire me to keep pushing my limits…
Coming back to the dim-lit gym where Ayan stood facing the old man…
“WHY…WHY can’t I understand”, the old man shouted angrily…
As calm as ocean, Ayan made his final statement,
“ A temple …a church…a mosque…call it whatever you wish…These are another name for my GYM…No matter how weak I am or how unwelcoming the circumstances are, Nothing ever can falter me…It is what defines me…it is what gives me a purpose…I don’t train to win, I train to improve…I won’t stop until I find the best version of me…because this always have been and always will be a battle of ME vs ME …”
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Second Pic: Creed Movie
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