Kasak continues.

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About the writer!
The writer known by a pen name, Kasak is a fitness freak, who does modelling and in his words, he is someone who, "emphasises on all experiences in life". He likes to travel and it is music that keeps him motivated. 
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For,
Nobody's worth living for! Part-1


visit the link, http://www.gagansvaid.blogspot.in/2014/11/guest-blog-by-kasak.html
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Nobody's worth living for! Part-2
Rishit Sabarwal had always been a rebellious individual. He and his family never got along because of this nature of his. Being bright academically, he was allowed to fulfill his passion of studying music as an additional subject at school by his family who was otherwise orthodox and considered his art worthless. He loved the sound of the guitar and had dedicated his soul to it. It was as if, all the pain and agony magically disappeared when his plectrum hit the chords as he entered into a soulful trance.
Time passed and his school life was on the verge of coming to an end when he finally took a stand for himself by letting his family know that he wanted to pursue music as a career. As expected, his father was furious and ordered him either to take up a course with a science degree in a college or join their carpet family business. Music was nowhere on the list.
Rishit felt crushed. Being exceptionally good at his art and being academically bright didn’t solve his case, let alone melt his father’s heart. He had suppressed himself to an extent that he almost felt choked with the people who were supposed to stay with him through triumph and agony, his family. Home didn’t seem like a place he could go back to after a strenuous day, but a jail he wished to escape from at the first chance he got. He had had enough! It was time to get out and construct his legacy, his destiny. Few heated arguments and claims made by his family stating that he would one day come back crying home ensured that he was now free to leave the dungeon and could start searching for his paradise.
The initial struggle period was burdensome and back breaking. But after a year or so, things settled down. He was playing as a bass guitarist for a band, performing two shows a month and earning money enough to live in a small rented place and eat two meals a day. With the excellent display of flair and command over the instrument, he gained quick fame and his Youtube channel crossed over a million views, way more than the band’s official channel. Then followed the split, due to the differences and insecurities of the other band members and Rishit was back to square one, or that’s what he thought.
Surprisingly, his individual popularity had increased rapidly and he no longer needed to be a side kick with a band to sustain himself. That is when he met Shivani.
Shivani, a girl who was a crazy fan of his since the day he uploaded his first video on Youtube. She would attend every concert of his and send him emails and be all over his social media telling him how good he was and how she loved him and his curly, unkempt hair. She was just a fan for him until one day on a stage concert, mesmerized by his performance, she kissed him. What followed was a spree of dates and within two months; Rishit and Shivani were a couple.
With Shivani’s arrival is his life, Rishit had found his peace and his motive to live for. He no longer worked day in and day out to avoid the memories associated with his past, he had somebody to come back home to. He found a friend, a guide and a firm ground in her. Her smiles illuminated his days and her beautiful face made him want to look at her every moment, not wanting to miss a single expression. His songs were no longer melancholic, but jovial and peppy. His fans seemed to love the change and his popularity reached new heights.
In no time, Shivani had become his lifeline and he had submitted all of himself; heart, body and soul to her. The good days with her made him want to love her more and so he did. She was famous as the ‘rockstar’s girlfriend’ with his fans. He went head over heels for her, spending all his money on her and doing his bit to let her know that she was the most special thing that ever happened to him. On the not- so- good -days with her, he would be miserable, like all of his past coming back to him, trying to strangle him to death. Their reconciliations were the cutest and he often mentioned them to his fans in his shows, leaving them awestruck and little jealous (girl specific!).
She would hold on to him tight and they looked like an unbreakable duo. Her texts, her gestures, the walks with her on cold December nights and the care she had for him, made him feel invincible. He had given himself and his key to happiness in her hands and didn’t have the slightest regret in doing so. Love wasn’t the word which could describe what he had for her; it was more of obsession.
Until one day, he caught her red handed making out with Abhi at a party which is accidently happened to attend with his group of friends as she had mentioned working late on an assignment at the office. Although the incident reverberated like a zillion thunderclaps in his head, he left the party not reacting at all.
He had been a loyal boyfriend to Shivani, even though he could bed a different woman every night, considering his rising fame. Infidelity was something which he could just not tolerate. What followed was a chain of unpleasant and unfortunate events, apologies and disagreements. Moreover, Shivani confessed her fling with Abhi started months prior to the incident and she didn’t want to hurt him, hence she thought that it must be hidden from Rishit, temporarily.
With heartbreak, came unbearable pain, which a person suffers from only when his soul is cheated upon. The duo decided that it was time to end their relationship. There was no forever, only solitude, which Rishit had long forgotten of in his time with Shivani. She moved on quickly, surprisingly for Rishit who had no clue what he would do next. Now for him, music wasn’t the only remedy to cure his pain. Along with it came high doses of alcohol and sometimes even drugs. He procrastinated and delayed his performances, because they were just an option for his survival and not his passion anymore. The amount of shows he got now were limited and only because of his old ‘word-of-mouth’ acquaintances. His dream of becoming a renowned musician was drifting far and away.
He had lost his purpose to live.


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He is woken up by the bright sunlight falling on his face, coming in from the train’s window, making him feel warm and refreshed. His left cheek had now turned blue, reminding him of last night’s brawl and he could feel a big clot on the corner of his lower lip.
“How much time are we going to reach Mumbai in?” He asks a co-passenger.
“We are in Mumbai. Just passed Borivali. Will be reaching Bandra in twenty minutes!”
He smiles and excuses himself. The humidity starts sinking in and he can smell the sea and the coconut trees are abundantly visible. The view from the train door rejuvenates him. He is back in the city he spent his primary school days in.
“Finally Mumbai!” He says with a wide grin.
He takes out his cell-phone and dials a number. After a few rings, it gets answered.
“Simar?”
“Yes! Who is this?” A surprised girl’s voice replies.
“What’s up Beautiful? Now you don’t even recognize me huh? I told u true love doesn’t exist!”
“Rishit! What the fuck! Is that really you? It’s been so long! How come you’re calling so early? Stopped drinking or what?”
“Let me breath. God! So many questions!”
“Hahahaha! Now if you talk to me after so long, you would obviously have to answer all of them!”
“So let me answer all of them for you when I come and see you in an hour? You live in Worli right? Or was it Andheri?”
“Chembur! Stop fooling around! Or wait! Don’t tell me you are actually here in Mumbai?”
“Well, text me your address and you’ll know it by yourself in some time!”
“Right! See you Riiiiisshhhuuu baby!” She jokingly blows a telephone kiss at him.
“Don’t call me that! It’s embarrassing!” He says and disconnects the call.
Rewind twenty four hours and he did not know that destiny will lead him to the city where his heart resided in.
‘Well, such is life!’ He thinks to himself as he gets down from the train and feels absolute freedom.
After getting into an auto rickshaw at the blink of an eye, the humility of the city seeps in. The peaceful law and order, auto-wallah’s abiding by their set meter rates and lane driving rules that were followed, Rishit experienced a strong familiarity to the city as the auto sped off amidst the heavy traffic and black smog.
He was in Mumbai after all. The city of Bollywood and Vada Pavs. The city with straight roads all easily locatable, that you would forget using Google Maps. The city that never sleeps! The city of never ending dreams.  The city consisting of a blend of Anglo-Indian Indian remains, yet being true to its Maharashtrian culture. A city where people have their own Hindi accent and where it is ‘humidly-pleasant’ (pun intended!) all year round. As much as Rishit loathed the Delhi winters, he loved running around shirtless at Juhu Chowpatty on early mornings with his father, as a child. He wondered if he could do that now. The people of the city were chilled out. You could live life your own way and they couldn’t care less. Then also there were funny named places such as Chinchpokli, Saki- Naka or Horni-man’s-Circle. Then there were hilarious restaurant names. You could find a Dayanand’s ‘Chinise’ or ‘Shree Ganesh Pizza wala’ to ‘Bachelor Juices’. Not forgetting the classics, there is Marine Drive, Gateway of India, Colaba Causeway, Linking Road, Pali Hill and Bandstand. Comparison, as they say, is inevitable and Rishit would prefer Mumbai (Or Bombay, as he loved calling it!) over Delhi at any time, given a choice.

He got out of the Auto as he entered Simar’s society, which was a twenty storied gigantic building.
“Forty two rupees sir”
“What! Really?” He says, still recovering from the shock the auto-guy had given him. First, abiding by meter rules and then paying peanuts for such a long distance. Had he been in Delhi he would have ended up paying at least a surplus of fifty rupees, that is, if the auto-guy followed the meter rules. He pays the guy and thanks him with a smile.
In Mumbai, because of the dearth of space, most people live in ridiculously tall sky-scrapers, giving it an actual metropolitan city feel. He takes the lift and halts at the nineteenth floor, where Simar lives in her one room condominium.
Simar and Rishit had been the best of friends back in their school days. They used to be study mates and supported each other through their grinding PCM exams. While Rishit decided to take up music as a career, Simar went on to getting a B.tech degree and ended up getting a job in Mumbai. He rang the door-bell multiple times until Simar furiously opened the door.
“What is your problem? Do I look deaf? Oh! What the fuck! Rishit! You actually came? My god I can’t believe this!” She says as she gave him a long bear hug.
“That is how you talk to a Rockstar haan?” He says as he gives her a playful smirk.
“I’m sorry Mr. Rock star, I haven’t quite seen a rock star literally frying my ears by the doorbell na! Come inside!” She laughs.
He smiles as he enters the condo and falls on the couch immediately.
“Dude you haven’t even changed even a little, same brat-like habits! Let me get you some coffee!”
“Yes please! It’ll help me with the hangover from last night!”
“You are such a ‘BEWDA’” She says and giggles to herself. “By the way, are you here for a concert of yours? How long would you be staying here? Will I get a free entry? And your girlfriend? That Shivani chick! Are you guys still together? Hey, wait! Look at your Lips, they’re bleeding! Are you alright? Tell me?” She bombards him with questions, out of all the motherly concern she has for him.
“Phew! Relax Simar! I’ll tell you everything!  Concentrate on my coffee first! Don’t screw it up!”
With a painful forced smile and drooped shoulders, he tells Simar everything over coffee. She plants a brief kiss on his forehead and embraces him for a while.
“Mr. Rockstar, this is your house. Stay here as long as you like. Take your time. Unwind and relax!”
“Cut the formality please! I will stay here until I finish all your food! Beware! Hihhahaha!” He laughs hysterically.
“Shut up! Had you told me you were coming I would have applied for my paid leave beforehand! But now, I might be busy during mornings, but we’ll kill it during nights! The food is right there in the pantry, barge on to anything you like! I have to rush for work. Bye!”
“Thank you sweetheart! No worries! Suit yourself! As it is, I need to spend some time alone with this city. I’m certain that I will find all my answers here.”
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Kasak

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