We Are Our Biggest Problems

It was 25th of September when my day started as usual or rather it did in a better way. I had a problem with my lower back but that day I was relieved from that pain. I got up happily and went to school.  My smile came up after a hiatus. The day was going on well I was paying full attention to what was being taught. It was a perfect day. Then the bell rang and we left for our home. As my friend and I were climbing down the stairs; we burst into laughter over a girlie joke, and I was so much busy in laughing that I did not notice that two stairs were left and I suddenly fell down. 

Everyone ran up to catch me and my lips turned wet with my tears rolling down my cheek. And there I was already with a crack head,  with a crack bone too. I was not even able to stand. All teachers came up to me and asked me not to cry taking care of me. I was overjoyed seeing everyone's concern for me.

Teachers called up my parents and took me to the hospital. I was in such a bad mood that angrily I murmured, 'does every wrong thing has to happen with me only?' I already had a problem and now this one! It would have been better if I was born handicapped. I am a class 10th student God; can you understand class 10th? have you ever appeared for it...huh! curse you God if you ever existed'. My mental chit-chat continued till we reached hospital.

The moment I entered hospital Dr. Mukesh Prasad, who is an orthopedic surgeon and also a childhood friend of my Dad, came up straight to me asking 'what happened dear?' with a convincing look, which made me smile. I said, 'Nothing uncle, I just fell down in school, now you have to diagnose what has actually happened. Finally, after x-rays, he came up with plaster to put on my ankle. 

He was busy putting it and in between came an old man with injuries on his head and blood all around and doctors made him lie down on bed and they started their work. Till then few men came up with information about how did the accident take place. He was a M1 officer in B.C.C.L who went into the mine for survey and the top of the mine fell on his head. He had one daughter who was working in America, one son who was aspiring to become an IITian and a house-wife. Listening about him and his accident made me forget about my problem. I forgot that every wrong thing has to happen with me only. 

In a moment or two I got back to myself, I asked uncle for how many days will I have to carry the plaster; to which he said 21 days. I was annoyed to the limit; my plans for vacation and everything just got ruined up, God why all this happens with me only? Dad interrupted and said can't you see this old man? still you think every wrong thing happens with you only? I was irritated because for me that man's pain was nothing as compared to what I was facing; but I kept quiet.

Breaking the silence; the doctor handling that man said, 'We couldn't save him'. I became numb, completely speechless and  my eyes showed up that I was ashamed of myself and very guilty about my self-centered behavior.

A short story to sum it up: 
A frustrated man was standing in church and praying that God save me...save me please..
He went out of church and few stones hit him he turned up and said God I asked you to save me and what are you doing to me?
But what God answered was "Son, there were many stones coming up your way I got most of them on myself but couldn't save you from few,  I am sorry my child".

Heaven To Hell

Here’s a story of a simple yet complex girl and a well natured guy. She was a girl who never experienced love, she had many crushes, many roadside lovers, admirers but still there was an immense desire in her of being loved (being loved doesn’t mean being pampered by relatives). She wanted to love someone and someone who would love her passionately. This desire was a result of her friend circle too. Just at the age of 14, many guys pretended to love her truly, but she did not get attached to anyone, she was not ready to accept anyone wholeheartedly.

Then suddenly one day things changed for her, she met a guy who was wonderful in her eyes, she liked him and respected him. The boy was a handsome chap who could attract any girl easily. But all those ‘any girl’ would be a foolish or blind. Life was a joke for him, whereas she always took her life seriously. She befriended him and found that as a friend he was nice, caring, and sweet. But he did what he always used to do (how could he make any girl just his friend). The guy’s philosophy was “It’s an unfair life, so many girls and so less time.” Whereas the girl believed that “It’s an unfair life, so much to learn and so less time.” He knew that this girl is a serious one so he blackmailed her emotionally, unknown of the fact that she was being blackmailed, she got lured by his sugar-coated words and ultimately she FELL in love (after falling everyone gets hurt) .One day both decided to convert their friendship into love.

The guy took her for granted, he knew that anything can happen but this girl can never cheat on him, he knew that at any cost she would never leave him .He took the relationship very casually. While he flirted with other girls, his intention was not to hurt her and she also never minded because she trusted him. Her blindness deceived her from recognizing the real face of that guy. But when he crossed his limits, she complained again and again and again and again he fooled her by his fake emotional statements. He loved her a lot (that’s true) but he loved every girl a lot. She had a lover; but she was not satisfied. Here also the fault was her only because she always asked god for a true lover but she never mentioned that she wants a guy who would love only her (so be specific).

He could not get rid of philandering and she could not get rid of complaining. Both got pissed off with each other. After keeping mum for about a week she went up to him and asked if he wants to carry on any relation with her or not. He took few minutes to answer then lastly he said no, keeping hope in her heart she asked WHY? He said because she is not his type.

LOVE FEELS LIKE HEAVEN BUT HURTS LIKE HELL

Moral : 1) Never being loved is better than being loved and lost.

2) Getting lured by the sweet-coated words of bitches can lead one to the ditches.