Live for your passion

"What plans dude tonight, it's Friday? ", the excited Ishika asked

"Well, I am in dilemma" replied Vanshaj

*ping *ping *ping

"Why?"

"What happened?"

"This doesn't suit you"

And here we go... no one can beat Ishika with the messaging thing. Growing up in a small town, she has faced really hard time in life, judging and drifting between right and wrong, good and bad. A girl who is facing the world with all courage she has. At times, enraged by the things happening around her, at work or home. She wants to talk all day long, she wants to be heard... she is scared of the silence inside her. She is scared of every smile on her face... yes that's sums her rude, stone-hearted attitude towards everyone.

"Remember, that Stand-up comedy I was telling you the other day. I want to go for that but I am nervous or rather in two minds." replied Vanshaj

Vanshaj on the other hand was like "Jack of all trades", he was a happy soul. He wanted to do everything in life and maybe he wished for a day with 34 hours. That extension would be enough for him to pen down thoughts on Paris, make people laugh, manage outings, drink to death and dance to sign-off the day.

"I think you should go" replied Ishika

"Let's see" - Vanshaj


Two hours later,

"Where are you going then?" - asked Ishika

"I am still thinking about it." replied Vanshaj

"Yaar, you should go at least you ll come to know about your performance." Ishika trying to motivate Vanshaj (that's funny how she manages to motivate others and fails to pull-out for herself)

"Ok fine, will go" convinced Vanshaj

Minutes later

"Will you join?" asked Vanshaj

"Umm.. I am busy with work, but what time you leave?" replied Ishika

"In about half an hour" texted Vanshaj

"Ok I will finish work and meet you at the place" last text Ishika sent Vanshaj


Battling the traffic, running off to a cafe is the ultimate escape on a Friday. A hungry girl grabbed a packet of biscuits and juice trying to reach out the elevator ASAP. Her twisted ankle wasn't doing any good to hear, but making it worse with every step she took. Ishika managed to reach the cafe- location for comedy nights... Friday night. She was delighted being at an event which she had never been a part of. All thanks to Vanshaj she thought in her mind conversation. When she entered the cafe, she saw Vanshaj fidgeting nervously with his phone. A smile exchanged and he starts introducing to every performer tonight. Whoa, a huge applause to us that we chose sitting in that cafe on a Friday night (thougth Ishika). With the start of event, a so-called Stand-up comedy open-mic ... it wasn't funny at all. But then thanks to the talented people with great comic timing, Ishika could not stop laughing. It was after months that Ishika was laughing her heart out. On the other hand, Vanshaj was the only "young" guy in the room waiting anxiously for his turn. Yes, he was second last performer of the night. Everything went well...ya.. Vanshaj screwed it, but she wasn't suppose to tell him this though he was amazing being a "newbie". He just wanted to finish it off, without even cracking up some of his best punches. (She was like what the hell dude, why not the funnier ones).

It was over and Ishika was jaw-locked, suffering from the pain as she didn't laugh her heart out since ages. In her subconscious mind, she is all lala-lala.. thank you Vanshaj for inviting me over. Vanshaj on the other hand is troubled with his performance. On the way back home, Ishika was busy cheering him up for his first stand-up comedy act.

In the middle of conversation, Ishika said "I think you should do this"

"Why do you say this? it wasn't that good" Vanshaj still cursing his bad jokes

"When you know you are good at it, make it your passion. It will keep you going" Ishika and her motivational lines gosh... she reads way lot

The conversations, planned-unplanned meets and failure sums up the bonding Ishika and Vanshaj shared. She wanted him to break the chains and rule with mic in hand. He wanted to be perfect. Well, the endless conversation and motivation kept the souls alive. She managed to fed in him that he was great, which was actually true. At the corner of her heart, she wished she had the same passion for colors, palette and canvas. Ishika saw the spark in his eyes when he stood for himself. Yet, she fails to see the fire in herself.