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What the World Wants?

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Sunain Singh Banga
Sunday, 24 September 2017 / Published in The Writer's Page

I wish he would start walking soon. I hope he says his first words soon. This time I want straight “A”s on your report card. Look at him, he scored a 98/100 in maths. Look at him she got a full scholarship from the school. He’s so good at football, you should try some sports too.

Her handwriting is amazing, try learning from her. He writes so well, you should have learned a little more vocabulary too. I like his music, do you know how to run any music making software? Could you run a mile without stopping? If you had muscles, you could have posed for ads.

I like the way he acts, you could learn from him and possibly even get a role in the play. Could you help me lift these boxes? Could you teach me this? Are you a gamer? Do you read? Are you a vegan or not? You are a geek. Do you party? Do you drink? Chicken or pork? You are not my type.

Do you know how to play tennis? Have you played the organ? So, you work as a waiter? You are a CEO, do you have time for yourself? Do you know how to drive? You have a Lamborghini, would you let me ride it?

You wear suits in summer? Why would anyone wear Pajamas to college? Her shoes don’t match her dress. His hair is so messy. He is always on his phone. She doesn’t know how to properly use a smartphone. Her clothes are too short. I cannot even see her hands in those.

Enough!

Yes, I want those “A”s so I can pose for ads and I need that full scholarship because I don’t have a Lamborghini. I hate tennis and I don’t care if I’m a nerd or geek! I’m going to wear underpants to college for all I care. I’m not going to do what I want to and I’m going to drop out to become a YouTuber. And I don’t care if I cannot afford fuel for that rented Lamborghini!

What the world wants?

It wants you to be everything, all at once. You are a cricketer, a celebrity, a business tycoon and the world still want you to write a book on your life. If you have done that already it wants you to meet them. It wants you to come live on Facebook, YouTube, and Instagram to listen to them swear at you. If you do that already, then why don’t you support feminism? If you do, then why do you do that?

What we want?

Is the world to shut up!

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Deserted

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Sunain Singh Banga
Saturday, 23 September 2017 / Published in poetry, The Writer's Page

Have you ever missed something, but you don’t know what it is?

Have you ever found something, but you don’t know what it is?

In play of the chambers of the human heart,

There you stand gorgeous, the dagger to my heart.

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Today again, I stand alone, in the desert of the hearts,

Searching its ends and the starts,

I’m waiting for the end to come,

Still standing, have hope; some.

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Hope that you’ll come back to me,

As in every grain of sand, you I see,

I’m happy outside, but from within I cry,

Like water in this desert, for you, I die.

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Don’t know where this begins; don’t know where it ends,

But I’m happy and I’ll wait for you, my heart pretends

Where you’ve gone, disappeared so far, somewhere apart,

Still within me, in one of the several chambers of my heart.

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Come back, and complete me,

Just one glace of you can set my soul free,

You don’t know, how much do you matter to me,

If you aren’t, then how could I be?

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It’s just the body, and the heart inside is a mole,

It kills me somehow, because you are its soul,

It is difficult to breathe, here without you,

I can’t and just can’t live without you.

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Come back to me,

And please complete our ‘we’,

As it’s me and only me who stands,

In this, lonely maze of sands.

Hey everyone! This is a poem I wrote about 7 years ago when I first started writing.

I still clearly remember writing this in the Science lecture! (I was caught and scolded upon) Hope you like it and if you did please click on the star below, it would tell me if I should post more stories from the past or not.

This is an experiment for me, so please tell me what you think of it in the comments below. Or let me know if you like it! Follow if you haven’t already. I post new articles almost every day.

Ciao!

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The “Work” of Drama

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Sunain Singh Banga
Friday, 22 September 2017 / Published in Drama, The Writer's Page

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When Will failed to deliver what was expected of him, Hope came in town. She too failed the town and the town had now been suffering from famine. There was no food, there was no water and there were a lot of diseases lurking in the town. There was no hope left.

But then a passerby came in. They called him “Work”. After two fails by trusting in Will and Hope no one wanted to trust Work and no one did. No one believed that Work could actually do something for them. It was like they had accepted their fate, there was no turning back from the famine.

Work, however, ignore all of the words he heard, all he did was tried to improve the state of the town. He started sowing seeds, he started watering the field and hauling water to town all by himself. If he had Will and Hope by his side it would have made it easier for him, but they weren’t. In fact, if he had anyone by his side it would have made it a lot easier for him.

But he didn’t stop. He continued on his journey all by himself. He did not stop. He did not give up. All he did was kept moving forward. After a few weeks, there were seedlings in the fields and there was water for everyone in the well. People were amused by what they saw. No one expected something like this would ever happen. Last time they saw something like this was a few years ago.

But still, no one knew exactly what happened. So they looked around to get a hint of it and saw Work, plowing the rest of the fields. Everyone saw him from a distance. Standing tall in the middle of the field with ripped muscle and broad shoulder. He looked much stronger than Will and Hope combined. He also did much more than both of them and that’s there.

So, seeing his actions everyone joined Work on his venture. Now everyone from the town was with Work. Will and Hope too. There was soon some great progress made in the town. There seemed to be greenery in fields again and water in wells again. There was enough for everyone once again.

All the shops that had closed down opened again. All the people that were about to die of hunger and were going insane were back to normalcy. The town started behaving like it used to be. There was hustling in the town and calls in the fields. Farmers were shooing away crows and shopkeepers shooed away cats. It was back again.

Because, this time, there was Will who showed everyone the path. There was Hope who kept everyone motivated and there was Work who told everyone what to do. But the whole point of hiring these people was to improve the town, but it just got back to normal. So how will the town improve? …to be continued.

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Naseeb

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Sunain Singh Banga
Tuesday, 19 September 2017 / Published in Uncategorized

Kya kahun me unn jhoothe dilason se,
Jo roz mujhse yun tere liye khatt likhwate hai,
Kya kahun me unn azaad parindon se,
Jo roz woh khatt tere ghar le jaate hai,
Kya kahun me unn shabdon se,
Jo roz siyahi nahi ban na chahte hai,
Aur jab bante hai toh nahi rukte,
Meri kalam aur aakhein, yun baraste jaate hai.

Vishwaas kaise rakhun, ae khuda tera,
Tere darr aake mangta raha ek dua harr sawera,
Ki, “Waada kar, mere saath rahega pyaar mera,
Reh mere saath, na chodna mujhe akela,”
Khel gaya re tu, mere dar pe khoob,
Na samja, na jaana, mene tera mansoob,
Has raha hai mujhpe, yeh janta hun me,
Jo na mila sapno me, kaise dega naseeb mera.

Kya kahun me apne kadmon se,
Jo roz tere ghar tujhe milne yun aate hai,
Kya kahun me mere apne apno se,
Jo roz mujhe teri yaad dilate hai,
Kya kahun me apne sapno se,
Jo roz tere saath rehne ko sajj jaate hai,
Inke sajne me na jaane kya nasha hai,
Jo dard hone pe bhi roz naye aa jaate hai.

Vishwaas kaise rakhun, ae khuda tera,
Tere darr aake mangta raha ek dua harr sawera,
Ki, “Waada kar, mere saath rahega pyaar mera,
Reh mere saath, na chodna mujhe akela,
Khel gaya re tu, mere darr pe khoob,
Na samja, na jaana, mene tera mansoob,
Has raha hai mujhpe, yeh janta hun me,
Jo na mila sapne me, kaise dega naseeb mera

Kya kahun me uss masoom se,
Jo teri muskurahat dekh kar ruk jaata tha,
Kya kahun me uss kayar se,
Jo teri chott dekh darr jaata tha,
Kya kahun me uss bikhre-pann se,
Jo kuch bhi kar dhadak jaata tha,
Ab khaamosh sa kyun rehta hai tu?
Ae dil, kya tu bhi usse chahta tha?

Vishwaas kaise rakhun, ae khuda tera,
Tere darr aake mangta raha ek dua harr sawera,
Ki, “Waada kar, mere saath rahega pyaar mera,
Reh mere saath, na chodna mujhe akela,
Khel gaya re tu, mere darr pe khoob,
Na samja, na jaana, mene tera mansoob,
Has raha hai mujhpe, yeh janta hun me,
Jo na mila sapne me, kaise dega naseeb mera

Nahi hai koi gilla-shikwa, yeh me maan chuka hun,
Nahi hai tu naseeb mera, yeh me samjh chuka hun,
Pyaar karta hun ya nahi yeh me nahi janta,
Par Aaj bhi kasam teri, mujhe mere dost dete hai,
Nahi hun me pyaar tera, yeh me samjh chuka hun,
Nahi hai tu naseeb mera, yeh me samjh chuka hun,
Nahi smajha toh me sirf itna,
Kyun? kya? kaise? aur tu.

Appendix

Siyahi – ink

Darr – door

Dar – fear

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Light

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Sunain Singh Banga
Monday, 18 September 2017 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

c= 3 lac km/s

That’s, well, fast. And just like light, we all want to reach somewhere really fast. We don’t know where or why, all we do is run. In the race, it doesn’t even matter to where we are headed, all that matters is the speed. We run and run and end up in darkness. All the hard work done in running all those miles, wasted.

But sometimes, we know where we are headed and why we are running. So we try to run faster reach there faster and seek light. But all that we get is darkness. We believe we cannot run in the dark, so we stop. All this while, we had been trying to gain speed and now we have to stop.

We get so immersed in running a rat race that we forget the purpose. We forget why we even started it. I’ve seen painters, photographers, writers, dancers, music producers, actors running race they were forced to. Pursuing engineering, maths, science, finance, marketing and people they don’t want to become. I’ve seen talent that could run an entire entertainment industry sitting together over nights and trying to pass the exam that’s due tomorrow. I’ve seen bodybuilders and fitness models standing in front of people with their head hung low and their shoulders drooped because they did not do the technical assignment they were supposed to.

And then I’ve seen hopeless lovers dying everyday. I’ve seen them suffer deep down to their core knowing it will never be okay ever again. Knowing they have lost the loves of their lives and there’s no way they could fix it. They see their “soulmates” in arms of someone else and burn right from their stomach to heads.

There are a lot of situations in life where you could see nothing. There’s nothing ahead of you and the path you took so far seems to be wrong.  There’s no going back and there’s nowhere to go forward. But then, all you should do is walk. Trust yourself blindly and walk.

I’ve seen celebrities dropping out of their education. I’ve seen tycoons dropping out of jobs people wish they have. I’ve see entrepreneurs rising up from scratch and leaving their mark. I’ve seen artist finally giving in and start living rather than just existing. And then I’ve seen hopeless lovers, working their souls off to make something of themselves. A few got back with their loves, for a few it was already too late. But, none of these people seems to regret.

When you ask them what they did, the one thing they say is that they never gave up. Everyone of these people have seen dark times. Times when they were disowned by their own people, times when they were broke, times when they broke and times they don’t want to recall. And so they say, one of the best things that could happen to a man is: a heartbreak, a lone trip and a defeat.

It might be hard on you now, it has been hard on you so far, seeing people younger than you become people you wanted to be and seeing those around you getting what they want. Everyone has a clock, their own clock and you win or lose according to it. Don’t rush and don’t be slow, just be impatient while keeping your calm. Success takes time, but it happens.

Life is not a cave, it’s a tunnel

It might be unfair at times,

And might look dark right now,

But keeping walking and there will be light.

Remember, life is not about sitting in front of computer the entire day, so you could afford to sit in front of one at night. It’s not about earning to pay bills. It’s about living they way you want to, making it want you want it to be and finding yourself.

Dance, draw, travel, act.

Laugh.

Live.

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Coffee

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Sunain Singh Banga
Thursday, 14 September 2017 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

There is something each one of us has, something that is so simple and yet is the solution to most of the problems in the world. Just a look at someone, just an interaction with something, someplace where you find a home or might be just a memory of someday and it does the trick.

It could be that special someone you need to have coffee with in the morning or meet once in a day. Someone you need to walk around holding hands with or listen to. Or might be watching a movie together. Doesn’t matter if you have to stop it halfway through or you keep it on and no one’s watching it, all that matters is being together.

It could be something, a game, a song, a book, a picture or a smell. It could be just a powder you need to smell every day. The first thing you do in the morning is you open the box, let that smell in. Let it overwhelm you and let yourself surrender in it. Your box of happy smells. Letting those old memories resurface, the days when you used to be happy.

It could be a cafe for all you know. Someplace where you find your home. Someplace where you went with someone a few years ago. Where you first held hands and she first fought with you to pay the bill. Where you first came to know that neither of you has been to an expensive cafe before and don’t know what any of those mean. But still somehow, order “Caramel Macchiato with Soy Milk” at the same time and then shout “jinx” together too. So you jinxed jinx and then end up paying for each other’s coffee even though you both ordered the same. That’s basically splitting the bill.

It could be the memory of that early morning coffee with them, it could be a memory of smelling the box when you are away, and it could be the memory of the cafe. Either way, you are thinking about coffee. Have some now, let them come in, let yourself lose. As writers, we write from memories, no wonder they ask,

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Are you even a writer,

If you don’t have coffee?

P.S. Just showing my love to coffee, not a coffee sponsored post.

 

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You’re Happy Without Me

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Sunain Singh Banga
Tuesday, 12 September 2017 / Published in The Writer's Page

It is hard, to understand,

That you don’t wanna talk to me anymore,

It is hard, to understand,

We are not, together anymore,

I know we aren’t, I know we won’t,

But I still, stand by your door,

Just hoping that at some point,

You’ll open up and fill my arms, ’cause

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When you, left me,

I said I wish the best of the world for you,

Even though, I wished, you would come back

To me, say everything felt so blue,

It’s hard for me to see, you don’t share your love with me,

You share your bed with someone, and you’re happy without me.

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I maybe smart, I maybe sharp,

But I still don’t get your point,

We were strangers, and we were strong,

But we burnt down like a photograph,

We saw up to the stars, we looked down in the lake,

That glistened through the pain, you were my better half,

And I still stand by that lake,

Hoping you’ll come and fill my arms, cause

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When you, left me,

I said I wish the best of the world for you,

Even though, I wished, you would come back

To me, say everything felt so blue,

It’s hard for me to see, you don’t share your love with me,

You share your bed with someone, and you’re happy without me.

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And Now, when I hear you say,

That you don’t want to stay,

And then you cried for him,

Right in front of me,

There was little I could do,

Cause I wanna be with you,

And I still wish you’ll find something true,

But I wanna be with you, cause

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When you, left me,

I said I wish the best of the world for you,

Even though, I wished, you would come back

To me, say everything felt so blue,

It’s hard for me to see, you don’t share your love with me,

You share your bed with someone, and you’re happy without me.

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For when you, left me,

I wished the best of world for you,

But I see you slip through my hand

As you are happy without me.

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