The Game

She looked at him, standing across her talking to a girl he had met a few minutes ago.
She couldn't understand how someone could get so comfortable with a person they barely knew.She knew him from over three years and still hadn't spoken to him. Sounds unbelievable. But its true.
She had always been in love with him. The way he smiled. The way his eyes twinkled as he spoke about his ten day old puppy. The way the breeze just seemed to make his hair look like a halo. Dark, mysterious and seductive. That God-like frame he called his body, seemed to emanate a power so potent, one would swoon just being near him.
Yet, here he was. Standing ten feet across from her, talking to someone else. She knew that he could sense her entire being following his every move, just like a helpless mouse, enchanted by the seductive swaying of the majestic king cobra. But he pretended not to notice anything. She knew he led her on. But she didn't care. He too was aware of his power over her. But he didn't use it, unless absolutely necessary. It was truly a game of death.
This game was taking a deadly course. One where intense passions might overflow any moment. Him teasing her senses with his mysterious seductive eyes and her pretending not to give in, while having already given up-mind, body and soul.
True, she loved him. But, that didn't cloud her judgement. She maintained a respectable distance from him, while pursuing a stony silence. The only evidence of her raging emotions was the ice cold glare she kept giving every girl who spoke to him.
One would wonder. How did HE find out all this. Doesn't this mean that he too was keeping tabs on her? Did he too find her appealing to his senses? Or was he just a man too skilled in the art of making women fall in love with him?
Questions such as these haunted her all the time. Observing his every move, had made her a mistress at the art of recognising his true intentions.There were times when he made her feel like the queen of his heart. There were times when he completely ignored her, making her feel unwanted. But that was then. This is now. She had learnt not to respond to his wickedly sensuous maneuvers.She had learnt,through love-sick suffering, not to give in to her desires. She had learnt not to acknowledge his victories and her failures.
For, to win the game, one must first PLAY IT RIGHT.


AGNI

To love means letting go

It's not easy being Human. So many emotions, so many desires, one feels burdened by such feelings. But human we are. So, alongwith all the plus points - intelligence, social skills,...... - we also have our negative points - fear of things we do not understand, hatred, revenge, jealousy, love,....- yes LOVE.

People around the world say that to fall in love is one of the greatest things. To an extent it's true. We love our family. We love our friends. We love our pets. Such love is the fairer side of the coin. But the darker side is the one where we meet that one person,who causes a tsunami of emotions in our heart.

All our lives,whether consciously or unconsciously, we search for that one person who will love us for who we are. Respect us for what we are. We search to see those eyes that light up on seeing us. We search for that one person who is willing to get scorched by the fires of hell, in order to save us. But honestly, how many of us do find that sort of love? Wait. The better question would be - How many of us recognise the person we are actually meant to be with?

Everyday we meet hundreds of people. Anyone of them could be our soulmate. We might even walk past our soulmate and not even recognise them.

There are legends that say that each person has many soulmates. Since we are all from that single cosmic force, each is a part of the other. But when the case is such, how can we know whether the one we are in love with is THE soulmate for us? Many things happen in our lives that often forces us to feel that the one we are infatuated with now, is THE ONE.

I once fell in love with a person who seemed the most beautiful,responsible person in the world. That person seemed to like me. But, we all know things can't be that good for all of us. My beloved flirted with every available member of the opposite sex. This is in an ordinary sense too much to bear for anyone. But imagine having to see it everyday for two years in a row. Dear God, was I hurt. I had given that person my heart. My soul.

There are times in life when one must chose. One must decide whether our feelings are real or not. In other words. a crush or true love. But there comes a time or two in life, when we cannot seem to make up our mind. Our feelings for that person border true love. Yet we are unsure. We do everything in our power to make them happy. Especially in subtle ways. We accept them as who they are, not wanting them to change for us. We are happiest in their company. be it sitting next to them, holding their hand, or sitting away from them in the shadows, watching them behind hooded eyes.

That was the case with me. No, I was not the one holding my beloved's hand. I was the one who was sitting in the shadows.

Then came the time of reckoning for me. I had to chose whether to hold on to my beloved or to let go. I chose to let go.

True, all my dreams and desires were dashed against the mountain of moving on. But the catalyst for such a choice was the doubt of being accepted by the one I loved. True, there were times and situations when I felt my dear love would reciprocate my feelings. But what was I to do? I was alone and unsure. Besides, there was the flirtatious posse.

But I do not begrudge my love happiness. I want my beloved to be happy. Even now I sit wondering, does my beloved ever think of me at all?

You know what? It doesn't matter. Not anymore. After all, to love means letting go.

AGNI

Noetic science..........the power of the soul

In Dan Brown's book , "The Lost Symbol", we come across the up-coming field of Noetic Science. Noetic Science is that new, secretive branch of science, that uses the power of the thought to influence things to happen. What Dan Brown failed to mention was that this branch of science was very popular even before it came under inspection. No, I'm not talking of the miraculous things that Jesus Christ did during his time. I'm talking of something that people deliberately shun, in order to satisfy their science-oriented mind.

ESP or extra sensory perception is that paranormal power of feeling, of knowing, of doing things using something other than our five senses, that hidden and forgotten knowledge of our mind , carried over by our soul to the present from the past. If we put the theory of Noetic science into this, then ESP is a more defined form of Noetic science. When we read about magic, we often think of the old coin-pulled-out-from-the-ear trick. But in reality, magic is something that transcends the physical. It is not the clichéd pauper's tricks that is always portrayed.

I think it's time we looked at magic or ESP in a different way. If one can accept the fact that our thoughts can influence things, then, why can't we accept that magic and ESP are things to be taken quite seriously?

Think about it. Why do you think magic spells work? Is it because of the aromatic candles? Or is it because of the Pentacle? No, it's neither. The reason these spells work, is because we put in sufficient energy in our thoughts and wishes and the power of these thoughts influence things to happen our way.

You might say, that by attributing the method of working of magic spells to Noetic science, I'm moving away from my belief that Noetic science is actually magic. But here's the catch. By attributing the qualities of one with the other, I'm merging the two into one solid being - a mighty force to be taken seriously.

The one thing that I have to thank Dan Brown for is that he reminded us that science and technology are parts of this cosmic mystical power. Just as the basics of Noetic Science lie in mysticism and the power of the unconscious mind, the other advancements made by man now have had their roots in the power of the mind.

If thoughts can truly affect everything that happens around us, then the recent advancements in every field owe their origin to Noetic Science. Noetic Science itself owes it's origin to the power of both the conscious and the unconscious mind.

And what is the power of the mind? It is but the true power of man - the gift that we have been endowed with by the good lord - our magic - our soul.

AGNI

Slip of truth...........and its dire consequences

There are times when one must be prudent with one's emotions. One must keep them in check at all times. But sometimes it is harder than it seems,given one has "royal messengers" for friends. Royal messengers - that elite group of people who have taken it upon themselves to announce to the world all that happens to fall in their ears. Such people have a rare disorder known as - "The slip of Truth". It is this disorder that "forces" these messengers to reveal to the world the innermost secrets of a person, without caring about the consequences. The people in this story could be anyone. But, in order to truly understand their feelings,lets give them a name. Any name.

The Peasant Girl was never one who was strong on the emotions front. She would seldom,if ever, fall in love. But when she did, you can rest assured that her feelings were true. A crush would be out of the question, as her practical mind always controlled her heart. She was not the kind of girl to trip and fall.

But there did come a time when she fell and boy,did she fall hard.The Prince, the boy next door. His one love - mathematics. Yes, a genius. True he did play the gentleman's game - Cricket - but that didn't stop him from getting straight A's in class. The type of guy our heroine would fall for. Simple, hardworking and a genius.

Luckily for the peasant girl, the messenger lived near the palace. But unluckily for her, this was THE royal messenger. Let's fast forward all the usual emotions - the sharp inhaling of the breath, the Dewey eyed looks, the fervent wishes of being noticed by that one person who stole your heart -and dive deep into the ripples under the ocean's calm surface.

Our dear royal messenger took upon herself the liberty of informing the chosen Prince that the Peasant Girl outside the palace was madly in love with him. At first our prince was astounded. but then, he dove head long into a stony silence, one that scared even the royal messenger,of the dire consequences for the poor, unsuspecting peasant girl.

The next day, the prince maintained his stony silence and punished his young lover with ice-cold glares. The peasant girl was near tears. What had she done to make the prince hate her?The jilted lover and ice prince had to put up with each other, for they shared many classes at college. Upon enquiry, the peasant girl realised that the royal messenger was the one who had pushed her into the the pit of hell. In truth, it was her own feelings that had been the cause of downfall for the poor peasant girl.

Confrontation with the messenger lead to a message being delivered to the prince that the peasant girl no longer found him dashing and another gentleman from the Physics team had awoken fresh passions in her heart. The prince's anger ebbed away.

But now, another problem began. The Prince found himself being drawn towards the simplicity and genuine beauty of the peasant girl. He was in a dilemma. How does one approach the person whose affections they had jilted in the past?

Still he tried. With all his mathematical might. But the poor peasant girl,who by now had finally found solace in her broken heart, was quite scared of the sudden change in the prince's attitude towards her. The ferocity with which he was pursuing her scared her into hiding whenever he was in the vicinity. No matter how hard he tried,the prince was unable to snare the peasant girl in his magic web of wonder and glory...........and of course math.

Soon the year ended and each went their separate way. But their story remained unfinished. The prince had given up the hope of reviving those sacred feelings in the peasant girl's heart. On her part,the peasant girl wanted nothing to do with the prince from thereon.

Even to this day the prince and the peasant girl lead their lives with poise, pretending that their Royal Drama had not been enacted. But do they still feel for one another? Are the wings of passion still in flight? Do these unfortunate souls regret any of the events of the past?

What do you think?

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AGNI