Face The Phase !

A Disclaimer : "The characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental."

Ms.X, a common girl from small town tapahanica. while she was blowing the 26th candle, all her friends were getting married leaving her loner and miserable(r).

All these wedding parties lead to a surge in her understanding of the importance of gold in Indian weddings. Influenced she writes an artical "Same Gold Story", as dissertation for part time mba, which miraculously gains editorial respect from both city dailies.

Ms.X becomes famous and gets a job with leading MNC bank branch in tapahanica. She invests 50% of monthly savings towards gold. Then she gets a proposal, which she accepts readily on premise that it promises to end her phase of misery, anxiety and uncetanity. But then arises a typical indian problem, surname's and festival celebrating ways were different from what the parents expected. Due to this the wedding plan goes into trouble water. Eventually after an year long phase of misery, anxiety and uncertanity she quitely gets married.

Ms.X, next month gets a letter, that she is getting redeployed due to bad global economic condition & her below average level performance (she realises that office was totally ignored, since she was settling personal issues). This again draws her in a fresh phase of misery, anxitey and uncertanity which ends with her ending up in a job, city and world that she didn't understand.

Ms.X spends next one year lone and miserable, celebrating festivities as impostor, finally quits her job describing this situation as inhuman, with more work and same money, since it has left her with an exasperating snoring habit.

Ms.X gets a job back in tapahanica, on the credibility of her post grad dissertation, in bank for bullion trading and she does the obvious, buy gold in frenzy. With a nice salary, gold prices going up inspite of economic meltdown, things were even.

Ms.X gets divorce, as the snoring habit was giving her husband chronic hemorrhoids. Meanwhile she slept over the century's largest gold crash and lost her job as she didnt switch from gold, leaving her with a situation she can't comprehend.

When asked by a close source, why you remained on gold while its world was crashing, she said "So was mine, i got this job due to my gold report, so what credibility would have left if i had to tell them that i want to switch to another bullion" .... "another bullion" and she laughed for the first time in last two years।

Now Ms.X is 28 and : -

• Runs a silver ornament shop in tapahanica, which is named as "Gold is Old" (which she bought, after trading off her gold savings, at an all time low price)
• Surprisingly conducts yoga classes for teenage girls on "How to deal with misery, anxitey and uncertanity"
• Writes an artical "Left may be Right" on don't look for eaiser options- "Face The Phase !"

Greens & Blues

Since childhood i had this strong love for grass, it makes me happy as it's bed gives a tenderly, settling and calm felling, even i can tell by looking at grass, the country it belongs to.
That day when i woke after a not so short journey, from car rear i was witness to one of exotic lawns in district of rohtak, "i have almost grown up here howcome i never saw this part of city", next to it were bold english letters MEDICAL COLLEGE, but not so bold people who were wailing on stretchers as they waited to be attended, i am sure for them that grass made no sense, for me it was a sight but just as it wasn't soothe, no mistake of grass-it was timing, as one of my kin's was in same institution, we walked across a typical hospital lobby, there were people with sweat of tention, pushing wheel-chairs, rushing with a piece of paper to collect medicins, peculiarity that every sign was written in blue color (ward no, bed no, doc's nameplate) as it is sky here is covered with cloud of blues, authorities should use green, on the way back i was disturbed by the present incident, visuals and hospital smell that makes one tense, suddenly i saw an ironical sign on glass that can be read as WARD or DRAW depending on where you are standing, exactly where was I standing, where was I ........................... I was in mumbai delhi GoAir flight 172, with mixed feeling, when i say mixed i mean postive as usually or rather unusually i don't much enjoy going home, but this time it was different i had a sense of relief may be i was temporarly drifting away from my sorrow, that everytime leaves me in despair-now approaching my life at a place where i liked the most. When door opened at I/323, house was in complete mess due to diwali work-depriving me of comfort it provides when i didnt used to like it.
I similed as i understood the existance of that sign, moment you draw towards the ward-ward draws itself, it left me wondering "To overcome your own sorrow, what is required happiness or a larger sorrow"................