I Love You

Dear you,

The day you left is imprinted in my memory like an old childhood nightmare. It’s been a very long time. I don’t remember you. Only when the breeze, kiss the fragrant flowers your scent comes to me. Only when I walk alone, my fingers miss yours. When a tear trickles down my cheek, I feel your touch. Only while sleeping, I dream of you. I wake up to void, my hands search for you on the bed everyday only to realise that you’re not there. My eyes reach the blue skies trying to remember your face, looking at the shapeless clouds. I cook your favourite pasta and serve you a plate every day, hoping its aroma will take you to me. But you never come. As you walked away from me that day, a little something in me died, forever. All that’s left to me, is a pain, a very persistent pain. The doctor said, he could not cure me. Nothing can, but you. Come and kiss my pains away. The woman in me is dying for the man she loves and only a dead cold human corpse is all that is left to me. When the sunshine kiss my lips, I miss yours. I yearn to be in your arms and spend my life with you at a place where the heart does not cry, where the smile isn’t fake, where you and I are together. I could not stop you that day, for you had promises to keep, you had wars to win, to had a nation to serve, you had a duty to fulfill. Our love, dear you, is beyond the material bounds, its beyond the boundaries and territories created by us. We are mere mortals, but our love will go on forever. As I stand here alone, my eyes still search for you on the path where no one treads. Love, is an understatement, what I have for you is much beyond that. My soul is incomplete without yours. I cannot remember you, only when breathing becomes an obligation, your memory falls as a tear.  I know you’ll be back someday because this can’t be the end. I hope this letter finds you in good health. I know, like all my letters, this too will remain unanswered. They say, you’re dead. I know you aren’t. You’re fighting like a lion for our nation and I know you’ll be back for us, for our love.  

Love,

Me

To Fourier, With Love

Multiplying both sides by , and then integrating from  to  yields:

Of late there’s a lot of turbulence in and around me, yet another time they’re mocking us for being bad engineers and taking yet another round of tests and exams and vivas and likes to tell us what we already know. Nonetheless there’s one thing that I’ve always wanted to say, and as I type this, ‘always’ sounds so small. I’ve wanted to say this ever since we came into existence, and by we, I mean our race. So now without much ado I’d say it. Loud and fucking clear.

Dear Jean Baptiste Joseph Fourier,

Sir,

People spend their lives looking for an inspiration that’ll change their lives forever. What, sire, inspired you to fuck so many generations to come? Or if I may, the mankind. I’ve spent more than four years of my lifetime dreading your name, your equations are my nightmares, your discoveries, my miseries. Is that what you aimed for? Happy now? With all due respect, why? Do you realise you make me an engineer as Chunky Pandey is to acting? No? For the record, I happen to be a technology graduate and I know you’ve spread your poison everywhere, and the world can no more live without your stupid alien-like maddening equations, theorems and series and whatever. That was the plan, right? Well, well played sir. You so knew that we’ll live in an era where people like Ekta Kapoor will rule the world and Pratibha Devi Singh Patil will get to preside over a totally messed up nation, you knew we’ll break all the records of stupidity and strive hard to attain new levels every day, you so knew we’ll do anything to post our images pictures on the facebook only to like it ourselves and become a certified loser. You knew a time would come when people will approach Nirmal Baba for career advice and be fooled by faith. Didn’t you ? I’ve heard French women are hot, did you try your luck? Atleast she’d have ruined your focus, concentration, peace of mind and all that shit that you need for a breakthrough. Sigh. All these four years, I’ve cursed myself for becoming a bad engineer, wasting our nation’s resources and consequently, failing to contribute in any field, whatsoever. Thanks to you. Even after 182 years of your death you’ve managed to screw our vivas, labs, tests, exams, assignments, lectures in so many institutes across so many countries, it feels awesome. Right? I wish I were you. Anyway, I’d never turn back to those pages, to those grim details which makes one question their identity. I love you not, sire. Not that you care.

Sincerely,

A no-one

P.S. Those who have no clue, who he was, this dude, discovered the green-house effect and not that you care but his name is one of the 72 names inscribed on the Eiffel Tower. 

An open letter to Lord Rama

Dear Lord Rama,

SadarCharan Sparsh. I don’t know, where, at this instant in space and time, you are and in what avatar, as they say. Honestly, I care about the pink unicorn that some random girl in some random part of Japan is thinking about right now, more. But, what the hell. I write to you expecting, you’d resolve my doubts because you’re the god. Yes, it’s about the ‘Ramayana’. So the entire drama started when a random innocuous woman called Surpanakha who happened to be Sir Ravana’s beloved sister, apparently fell in love with you and was harmlessly flirting with you, how do you explain slaying her nose off, isn’t that, dear god, a misuse of powers ? Because as far as I know, gods are ideal. So Anyway, as an unfortunate consequence, this dude called Ravana abducted your wife to take revenge. C’mon you cannot deny it, Surpanakha was a harmless nymph, isn’t what you did to her was an over-reaction? Unfair, is the word. Anyway, I have this huge respect for Sir Ravana for he took great care of your wife and respected her. And after all this drama, when she’s finally released, you make her go through the freaking ‘Agnipariksha’ ? Seriously? What got into you? Weren’t you supposed to be a god? Is this a god-like deed? No. That is not even human, sir. I’ve never seen such a blatant display of hypocrisy wrapped in delusion and irrationality. Your deed, dear god, was lowly and disgusts the hell out of me. You disrespected a woman, objectified her and reasoned it on flimsy grounds. Ask a 5-year old and he’ll tell you how immoral you were. Or as @thesomisetty says here maybe you were meant to be a villain and we’ve been mis-interpreting the entire plot altogether for centuries now. In the end, Ravana emerges as a true hero but sadly, dies a cruel death. You know what bothers me? That although you are a character of figment , you are defined as a god. Everything you do, is by definition, correct. Your heinous act of discrimination, sexism and upright disrespect for Sita, is considered right, in the eyes of your believers. And let’s face it, both of us know, how these believers ape things and never feel the need of questioning things. I now know why we live in a society where women, still have to fight for their rights and fall prey to shit-heads to no justice and respect, even after thousands of years of civilisation we haven’t grown any bit. You’ve set a bad example for the society and honestly, you’re not even remotely, god-like. I respect Rakhi Sawant, more. Also,no offense.

Sincerely,

An Atheist/Agnostic

Dear Readers, you may begin to shower me with hate mails for my blasphemy. But remember, it is a victimless crime.

P.S. It is an epic and nothing till date is written as brilliantly as The Ramayana and the Mahabharat. I’m a huge fan of Valmiki.

P.P.S It, obviously is a fiction but people think otherwise thus, the Kolaveri Di :P
P.P.P.S If you're wondering, No, Rama didn't slay Surpanakha's nose.Lakshman did. Rama didn't oppose. Lakshman wasn't punished for his act either.