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Thursday, December 31, 2009


Don't blink after you saw the title. You are not in A Rose is a Rose is a Rose (Sorry no offense meant shilpz). Yeah am going to write the A-Z of 2009, the year which we are going to bid farewell. So just a review from my side, which I felt was best, good, worst, which affected me, which made me happy! So start reading!

A - A.R.Rahman's composition Jai Ho won him the oscar. And above all, he gave the final message in Tamil. He made India proud! Hail ARR

B - Banned Sad. Dhoni banned for 2 matches in the recent ODI between SL! Still we won..

C - Cricket again! What an year it was for cricket fans like me! We won, we lost! In the end, its the true spirit within us which is the real passion!

D - Divorces. The number of divorce cases in 2009 is comparatively more than 2008!

E - Elections. This can be called as election year! There were many movements done for making the people aware of the voting rights!

F - Finished my engineering this year! The biggest achievement na??

G - Gay pride. the LGBT communities came forward and asserted their rights.

H - Hope is the mantra for fresher's like me. Hoping that recession ends, new projects knock the doors of IT companies and we getting jobs! Sigh

I - Inflation! What else can I tell for I? Certain things would have seemed your thing before few years. But this inflation made it look like out of my reach!

J - 'Job' again! Some were successful, some just reached the doors! And many still waiting to see the dawn!

K - Kamal Hassan turned 50 and this man is still going strong!

L - Loss of Pop King Michael Jackson! What a terrible blow to his fans! Music world lost a big musician, though his music live on forever through ages!

M - Missing the good ol' days of college. Those wonderful moments with all my buddies remain etched in my heart forever!

N - Nano comes to the market! Tata's Nano, the one lakh mini wonder. Will it edges the other wonders!? Lets wait and watch!

O - Obama charmed the Nobel Prize committee and won a Nobel prize without eve achieving anything! Peace Prize for what?

P - Personal, my personal life saw many turmoil! Am confused and worried!

Q - Quitted many of my bad habits this year! Mainly my anger and short temper reduced!

R - Ruchika and Rakhi Sawant. The former's case made the whole nation turn around. The latter also did the same with her rants!

S - Started my blog this year and got so many good friends and great followers!

T - The Tiger is no longer playing with Golf balls.

U - Unanimous decision was taken by my family members made my cousin so happy!

V - Very good musical year for me! Joined Hindustani classes, my long time wish satisfied :)

W - Water in the moon! Yippee, scientists found that and created a milestone in space research!

X - X-chromosome as a pure one can handle the stress very well. Its another discovery.

Y - Youths achieved in big time in many fields. From Cricket to Cinema, from Corporate world to politics.

Z - Zero size of Kareena (I couldn think of anything else :P)

So guys, that's my chart for the year! Am posting this on the last minute of 2009!

The Old Year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months! Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.


With Love,


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Sunday, December 27, 2009

55 Fiction - A Notification

Hey friends, am co-authoring another blog. Ballat - my friend Shankar's blog. He asked me to write 55 Fictions for his blog and this notification is regarding the same. I wrote a 55Fiction named DESTINY for his blog. Do Visit his blog, read the fiction and comment there. Am disabling the comments for this post. See you all there.

With Love,

Friday, December 25, 2009


The Series of guest bloggers continues. So to mention about the guest blogger, what shall I say? Yeah, the one who is still a Kid, the one who changes blog templates very frequently. Those who are close to the person will know another thing. You can find the person always sleeping or thinking about a blog post or in canteen! I think you must have guessed the person. He is none other than Sid a.k.a Siddhesh Kabe a.k.a Sid 'Ravan' Kabe of Sidoscope, my good friend. Thanks a ton Sid for this beautiful story. Yo people, continue reading the story and enjoy!

From Author's pen : They say God works in mysterious ways, I do not think it is true. If you see from high-up there, the way he sees things you get to know the work of God. I was always fascinated by the stories that run on multiple time line, just like God sees them, forward and backward. Shruti asked me for a guest post on a different topic and theme so I thought why not write it as the work of God? Forward and Backward? I do hope you enjoy it, pardon me if I am vary of the details, I have edited it so that I do not bore you with long stories


“So now what?” asked Shastri.

“Well… finally i get to say this, Checkmate,” replied Shakti.

Twenty Years Ago:

They were at it for sixteen hours now, the court was watching the best game of Chess ever played. Prince Shakti was already awarded the young genius award by the king. Shastri was the peasants son and was also called a young genius by the villagers. At age 10 they both had the game played for hours together.

‘Checkmate,’ said Shakti.

‘Look at him, as savage as he can get,’ thought Shakti, ‘No plan, no art, just brutal primitive savageness.’

‘Not yet’ Shastri simply glanced at the board and not seeing anywhere, finally he shouted, ‘Checkmate.’

The whole courtroom was silent, no one was able to defeat Shakti in the game till date. They had no idea what would happen next, was the title of young genius getting transferred to the peasants son? They silently watched the game. The king was waiting for the prince to say it.

‘Throw him in prison, sentenced for life,’ shouted the prince, ‘And throw his family out of the kingdom. Their farms are the royal farms from now.’ He kicked the game board and walked out of the room.

Guarded dragged away the ten year old boy to the prison, they heard his last muffled words, ‘The game begins.’

Ten years Ago:

King Shakti was on the height of prosperity. The Kingdom had the latest advancement of technology present in the world.

To strengthen the defenses even further King Shakti ordered building a water gate on the great river Indus. The origin of the river was in his kingdom but flowed through the neighboring kingdoms. He knew the neighbors would not like it, but he wanted to win. This would be his last defense. Checkmate.

Ten days Ago:

King Shakti received a bad news five days ago. Shastri had escaped prison, they say, for ten years he kept reading books from the royal library. He just learned things in the prison and finally he ran away to freedom.

Not only did he run, he placed a challenge for the king himself. Now, the messenger had come with the message that Shastri had camped at the gate of the enemy and had challenged the king to fight.

So finally, the king set out to destroy the adversary with a show of strength. He took double the army out of the gates to the camp, but found it deserted.

The enemy had fled. The king decided to chase him to finally end the chapter of Shastri.

The chase continued for ten days where Shastri kept running


As the king chased Shastri, he came across a narrow path completely surrounded by bushes. Shastri stood there silently. He had no where to go.

The king got down from his horse and faced Shastri.

“So now what?” asked Shastri.

“Well… finally i get to say this, Checkmate,” replied Shakti.

“Not yet. I have something to show you,” said Shastri, pointing to the tree standing in the dark.

“What some final weapon hidden for me?” asked Shakti sarcastically.

The king lighted his torch to see the tree properly.

Fourteen days Ago:

King Biswajit was in deep worries, the neighboring kingdom was building the water gates to obstruct the water flowing in the kingdom. If this would succeed, they would have to depend on King Shakti and his whims for water. He wanted to attack the kingdom but feared, the water gate would be released.

They brought the hooded stranger to the court.

‘I can get you king Shakti,’ said the stranger.

‘You can?’

‘I will mark his place of death for you,’ said the stranger.

‘What do you want for this task.’ asked the king.

The stranger smiled under his hood.

Shastri was about to play the biggest game he ever played. He saw the narrow path on the way and marked on the tree…


‘This is where King Shakti dies,’ Shakti read the mark on tree and jerked his head back.

Arrows shot from bushes and pierce the heart of the king. The remaining army was ambushed in the bush. King Biswajit’s army was waiting for the king in the darkness.

As King Shakti collapsed on the ground, Shastri smiled and said,


Sunday, December 20, 2009

1. The Mission

I guess this is a season of guest blogging. Yeah, Hits and Misses is going to have several brilliant, amazing posts by some of my dear blogger friends and amazing writers.

Introducing you the writer of the day.. The Writer is a Harry Potter fan and named herself as a spell.. guessed her? Yes, she is none other than Avada Kedavra of Stung by the Splendor of a Crazy Thought. She is a fabulous writer who mesmerize readers with her writing ability. My dearest blogger friend who accepted my request and wrote this amazing story amidst her busy schedule.
"For me science fiction is a way of thinking, a way of logic that bypasses a lot of nonsense. It allows people to look directly at important subjects", said Gene Roddenberry, creator of "Star Trek". Many don't write Sci-Fi's and she wrote one such story. Off to the story..

Denis knew that this mission was as important to him as it was to the entire nation or even the world. He had done a hard job of convincing his wife to let him go on this mission. This was the first time that man was to land on the satellite Io, of Jupiter. The mission that seemed impossible for these many years suddenly seemed possible thanks to some breakthroughs in science.

The recent volcanic eruptions had made sure that many humans died a painful death. “We humans have meddled so much with the environment, that such a thing was expected to happen. If we keep harming Earth, it is us who would get affected by it”, said Dr. Philip, on the Television. Dr. Philip was one of the greatest minds of this century, who had recently made some breakthroughs in science.

“Stop watching that crap”, Katie stormed into the room and switched off the TV.

“You are calling that crap? What’s wrong with you?” Denis was never able to understand women. His wife, Katie, was herself a scientist, who respected Dr. Philip a lot for everything he had done to the mankind.

“You are not going to Io and that is final!”, Katie shouted from the kitchen.

“You are gonna die, Denis. It is too risky.”

“Why not? You know this was my dream! How can you not let me fulfill my dream? Katie, please try to understand. I have to go”

“Then forget that I am your wife!! I HATE YOU”

“Denis! Denis!”. “The flight is ready for the take-off, commander”. Three men who sat in that space shuttle knew the meaning of tension very well. The shuttle took off safely, to the cheers by everyone on Earth.

“It’s been 3 months since you ate anything properly, Katie”, her mom was really upset now.

“He is out there on a spacecraft, mom. I am really worried about Denis.” Katie said.

“They said he’s fine. They are in constant touch with the spacecraft. I am sure he will be fine. You should be proud of your husband, Katie”

“I am, mother but......”

Today was the day when the spacecraft would land on Io and then Denis would be the first man to have landed on Io, ever. The spacecraft landed safely, followed by the descent of the astronauts onto the surface of Io. The entire world held its breath as they started walking on Io. And then suddenly there were arrows everywhere. Arrows shot at each of them and two of them died instantly. Then Denis saw the thing that shot the arrows and he shouted “Humans. There are humans here” and he died.

“Scientists have discovered human life form on Io. It seems like a part of the meteor that hit Earth and created life forms on it, must have landed on Io too. And having discovered living beings, which look similar to humans on a satellite of Jupiter, the whole world is shocked…….” , the TV journalist just went on, when Katie switched it off. She had no interest in listening to what the discovery was.


“And the next thing the humans did was land on Io and destroy/capture the creatures that did exist on that satellite. They are now our slaves. Your friend, Mato is from that satellite“, Katie said.

“So does this not make us bad people, mother”, asked Tom, Katie’s and Denis’s son.



Thursday, December 17, 2009

55 Fiction - #27

Hiya buddies! Well, as the post name indicates, here comes my 26th 55 Fiction! So everyone knows what a 55Fiction is right?! So read the 55Fiction and let me know what you feel about it!


Akash was enjoying his drive on a dark deserted highway. He was terrified and caused him massive heart attack, when he glanced in the rear view mirror. To his horror the vehicle following him had no driver!!
His last breath escaped when the driver of the right hand driven car overtook him.

With Love,


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Monday, December 14, 2009


Silence. Can communication happen in silence? Have you ever experienced that kind of conversation?

It is quite beautiful really. When you are so close to someone that words seem to emaciate. When you know what the other mind is thinking, how the other heart is beating, how the other soul is suspiring. The silence attenuates the intimacy between the both. This may seem complex at the first thought, but when you experience it, it seems eternal.

And it is even more beautiful when this happens with a stranger. Some one you do not know anything about. Some one, who could for all you know, someone of the kind you would hate. But then in some moment when there is nothing else, only you, that stranger and the silence. There can be a conversation. It is a Magic, isn’t it?

And they shared a similar kind of magic yet they were Strangers. But yet in so many ways they were soul-mates. Silent conversations was the thing they had in common. For her and him to become a ‘them’, they needed those daily few minutes they shared. In silence.

Her company had a splendiferous campus and many thousands moving about in it. It was quite far away from her house. After the hurried mornings, the train journey was quite a relief. It was therapeutic. Almost as much as her favorite therapy, Singing. She boarded the train at 7.20Am every week day. She went straight to the back seat and sat by the window to enjoy her one hour and some minutes of therapy.

And he was always there. Sitting in the window seat at the other corner. Looking out into the world or rather lost in his world. It was his time of peace too. She knew because their thoughts were same or atleast she felt so.

Almost never did they share a word or a smile. But they always knew the other was there. The sense of connection between them was always there, hanging around somewhere in the air. Above the hideous wooden seats, the music, hustling of wind and above all the tadak-tadak of the train.

It was strange nobody seemed to prefer the back seats. Many preferred the first 4 seats or was standing at the entrance. Neither of them had office-friends in that train route. Throughout the journey, daily, they sat there. With each other. Sharing thoughts in a way even they didn’t understand. Only once there was an act of acknowledgment that realized this phenomenon.

He had been missing for a couple of days. Her morning journey in those days didn’t seem normal. Something was missing and her mind searched him in Silence. But stuck in midst of nothing. Like when you are typing fast in your key-board, words flowing out like ink from a pen and suddenly you find some key stuck, not moving.

It was like that. She was there in train. Her thoughts were there. That calmness/stillness was there. But then in between, there was a block. The thoughts bounced back off an empty wall. He was not there to catch them and throw them back, carefully to her.

And then on the third day when she climbed into the train to catch sight of that familiar face, those eyes again, she smiled. To herself. To him. There was a smile and that first acknowledgment of ‘them’. He smiled too.


She had been trying hard for the transfer. And she finally got it, she was happy. All packed and with all the happiness in the world, she left to home.

Those silent conversations disappeared into silence. Forever.

P.S : Mask - A wonderful post by my blogger friend Bharathi. The best post I have read in last few days! Please spare your time and read this! You surely won't regret your visit.

P.P.S : Read my 55Fiction as a guest post in my blog friend Avada Kedavra's blog. Do leave your comment there after reading it :)

With Love,


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55 Fiction - #26

Hiya buddies! Well, as the post name indicates, here comes my 26th 55 Fiction! So everyone knows what a 55Fiction is right?! So read the 55Fiction and let me know what you feel about it!



She was there, Right before his eyes, gleaming in white. She was hot. He loved her and felt excited to see her. The moment he thought about her, he experienced chemical changes in his stomach. He went and laid his hands on her. Being a coolie, its a rare thing that he eats Rice.

Mask - A wonderful post by my blogger friend Bharathi. The best post I have read in last few days! Please spare your time and read this! You surely won't regret your visit.

With Love,


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Saturday, December 12, 2009

Plight of a Mother

Am a caring, lovable, sensitive, kind-hearted mother. Yeah, am also like your mother the one who cares so much for you, feeds you, looks after you and loves you like no other. Are you baffled at the perplexity and the apparent simplicity of these definition? Few years back, my children adored me and showered their love on me. I was happy and the law of nature which holds upright decided that I shouldn't be happy.

Yeah, my children hates me. My riches are depleting, they ignore me and doesn't heed to my woes. I cried, became furious, yet, they remained the same. But I controlled my emotions and gave them all love a mother can give. I suspected Newton's third law - Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. My children snubbed me, but still I showered them with all the love I can show. After all, a mother is a mother as long as she lives. Still I remained unheeded by them. I gave them all the wonderful pleasures I can give.

I was reminded of an old anecdote. How much ever old you get, true love and worry less heart make you become young. I was very young irrespective of my age till the love was mutual. I was weak and felt age was catching up when the love was not reciprocated by my sons. Now, am completely down expecting my end anytime.

What happens when you are ignored, deplumed, begrimed? Don't you feel irritated and get furious? I did the same and they didn't understand even then! When they are with me I asked them not to do things which seriously affect my health. They smoked and they did every atrocious thing which shouldn't be done. Day by day I was dying because of their senseless activity.

Now, somehow, somewhere amidst their daily routine works they realized my importance, need, my love for them and above all they were afraid one of big thing! HOW TO LEAD A LIFE WITHOUT ME? My children now has started meeting one another and discuss ways to bring me back from the doors of death. Am smiling now. That's all I can do, though I feel pity for my children. I gave them warnings and indicated that my health is deteriorating. At that time they failed to notice that.

Whatever they do, or should I say they try to do, can just delay my death. But Can I reach my younger life back where happiness was blooming in my life, where I was living without worries? Could they zero-in the exact reason for my dropping wellness? I doubt it. They are starting from the scrap I guess, they are trying not to smoke or do such stupid things. Will that help? Yes they do, in a meager amount. Now, they can't bring back the already caused damages. They can only prevent the impairments yet to occur.

Wondering who am I?

I am MOTHER NATURE, you are my children. Do you know the problems am facing? Global warming, climate change, energy challenge, environmental degradation. Almost all non-renewable source of energy depleted. My children, Where are you guys are heading to? The meeting I told is Copenhagen Climate Conference dealing about the Global warming. Will the emission cuts alone pay off? Infact the emissions are more because of these meets. Am confused, perplexed and worn out.


With Love,


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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

55 Fiction - #25

Hiya buddies! Well, as the post name indicates, here comes my 25th 55 Fiction! Its quite an achievement for me. All through this journey, all of you have supported me, criticized me which in turn motivated me to write quality posts (atleast according to me). So now off to read the 25th fiction!


The postman cringed as his drunken breath drifted through the half-open door. “Took us 6 months to find you.” He scratched his beard and muttered thanks. Ripping it open, a familiar handwriting said, “The wedding is on the 8th. Come, get me PLEASE.” With trembling hands, he noticed now, the street name smudged by a teardrop.

So guys, enjoyed? I really don't know how many 55 Fictions/posts/stories I can write anymore! After 10 days, I cant write posts damn frequently. I may get busy with my works which demand much of my concentration. You all can be relieved from my constant posts and fictions. So, have a great time and three cheers for everyone who supported me till date!

With Love,


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Sunday, December 6, 2009

All in a Day's work

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 5; the fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Frankly speaking, still am clueless of what to write. I have seen humorous, brilliant, touching, empathizing posts. I got this 'so called' idea at 10.15pm. So let me describe the idea behind this post. I have taken this day 5th December and going to describe Shruti - Now(05-12-2009) and Then(05-12-2006). I have written many things in this post in a command format, yeah, the command which I receive from my mind. So develop them and understand.

4.45 AM

'Tweet tweet.. get up', that was my alarm 3 years back. Even if I wanted to cuddle up listening to the pitter-patter on the window panes, I couldn't do it. My routine begins or should I say, my mom's day started too?

My routine : Get up - Brush - yoga - take bath - Iron chudi - Plait hair - search college bag - check the time table (yawn) - Take a bunch a A4 Sheets from dad's bag (to write assignments in bus).
Mom : Hey took everything? See the time is 6.25. Just 5 more minutes to reach your stop. Run fast.
Me : OMG!! Yeah.. Dad please, drop me in bus-stop. Driver will leave me if I don go
Dad : Huh, you do this daily. Cant you arrange your bags in the night?
When my dad leave for kick starting the bike, I will start searching my ID card. Huh, tired already

Now - zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 'Sleep Shruti, you have worked really hard for the past 4 years :D'


Missed the bus in my stop. "Dad, drive fast and chase the bus atleast in the next stop". My dad gave a dirty look at me and accelerated. plan - finish off my assignments in the 75 minutes bus travel.

Finish yoga - Check whether today is friday - If yes, goto music class - Else, goto sleep.


"Shruti, wake up, we reached college."
With stars flying around my head I get up, "W-h-aa-tttt?? I have assignments to finish. OMG"
Run fast - goto class - take observation and finish calculation - Check whether you have lab coat and you have worn shoes - If yes, goto canteen and have breakfast - Else, beg A section friends for all the things you miss.

Turn the next side - Cuddle up and sleep well sweetheart, its just 7.45Am!

8.30AM - 3.45PM

Class sessions - Take notes - chat with friends - Play inside the class and be sure lecturer doesn't see you - check the time and wait for the break - goto lab - try to be silent - Answer viva questions - If you know the answer, reply properly - Else confuse them and make sure they refer the book after you leave the place - have lunch - try not to sleep in Digital Electronics class, If you miss the concept, you can neither answer viva, nor confuse them - wait for bus to start - Chat with bus mates, play games, comment on test marks.

Get up at 9Am - Keep milk and make sure it doesn't spills out - read news paper - Feel for Sehwag - Pray to God that Mahela and Sangakkara Shouldn't be in crease for a longer time - Pray for bhajji, ojha (Spinners do well)

My Sister : Seems u got up so soon today!! Awesome. So what is breakfast and dinner. Don't kill me by the same Idly and Dosa. Do something else for breakfast.
Me : Wait let me give you the menu card. Grrrr... Stupid, I can cook only what I know.
Sister : Sandwich, with lots of cheese
Me : Huh! What?! So lunch?
Sister : hey please do Pulav and Gobi Manchurian.
Me : Yes master :(

Cook breakfast - switch on system - accept comments in blog - Login at FB - Harvest crops - Plow land - Rearrange farm - Search for mystery eggs from Kaddu's or Shreya - Search and wait - wait - goto cafe world - serve the cooked food and prepare new - Check time - search for mystery eggs - pray for a golden gnome or Golden chick :D - ask gifts - Check time - Goto kitchen at 10AM and start cooking real food - Finish at 12 - Pack sister's lunch box - Pray for more mystery eggs - Check score "Damn, Sangakkara is playing well.. Just two wickets before lunch. Ojha, bhajji, act fast. Dhoni, bring in some bowling changes." - Farm - Cook virtually

5.30 PM - 10.00 PM

Come home - have a hot cup of tea - ask mom to get some good snacks - switch on TV and see pogo - Change to CN, time for T&J - Switch channels and listen music - get new themes, ringtones for mobile - goto violin class - chat with friends - fight with sister - eat dinner and sleep well - forget assignments.

Farm , FB updates, write a new post for your blog - curse blogger for its weird actions (Its not showing my friends updates :(. Am missing many posts and all are angry with me :(.) - Check for comments - accept them - Check match updates - "Kulasekara is batting still, OMG, whats this, just 53 runs lagging. Lets wait till tomorrow"

My inner conscience - Vipul and Shilpa wants me to post for blog-a-ton. But how to convince them that I became a dumb-head and nothing pops out. How come Shilpa, Madhu, Vipul and all others think and write well in this topic? Guria wrote about her weird dream. Everyone has something to write except me!

Prepare dinner - think for a concept - Yeah got it - write and post soon - you have to cook and farm - Sleep soon atleast today.


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With Love,


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Thursday, December 3, 2009


Today it was raining in the evening. In the grocery shop, I met this lady who was cursing rain which played a spoilsport and delayed all her works. A 5 year old kid neared her and asked, "Mom, tell me why it rains". She replied by gritting her teeth, "When the sun shines, the water evaporates and now, they say its a depression in bay of bengal. Leave it chotu.. Awww, this rain.. I hate it to the core". He looked her questioningly and asked, "Sunshine, evaporation, depression, bay of bengal?? What are you saying mom?". She was irritated and then replied, "Ah, mmm, yeah the clouds are crying since it couldn't tolerate your stupidity. And chotu don't ask me these idiotic craps again". He was visually sad and tears trickled down his cheek. I was standing near them, catching the rain drops. He noticed that am smiling at him and asked, "Why it rains akka (akka means Sister in tamil)?". I saw his mom and replied, "Hey the clouds are excited after listening to your brilliant questions and these rain drops are just the kisses and hugs that the clouds are giving you". He let out out a big wow and started catching rain drops and tried kissing them too. He was all smiles when his mom dragged him out of the shop.

Rain. Isn’t it a breathtaking phenomenon? I love the rain and all its aspects. I love getting drenched in the rain, love traveling in the rain even though everybody I know seems to complain about it. Or maybe its just that the rain that is making me feel some many things. Penning down those tactual sensation in words is injustice to the phenomenon that it is actually. I have tried to capture things about rain and the sensations I get while being drenched in rain in words over and over again, only to fail pathetically. Maybe I think I wrote this post without consciousness. Yes.. The trough in Bay of Bengal resulted in heavy downpour this evening. My long time wish got granted somehow. A pleasant evening with light drizzle or heavy downpour, with a cup of hot drinking chocolate or flavored tea (preferably cardamom), reading a thrilling novel or solving a puzzle. Just Imagine how enthralling it will be. And I enjoyed them this very evening . The drizzle, roaring winds, the mild evening spatter on the window panes, the late night lightening and thunders. Wow, amazing isn't it? Each time the rain leaves me in awe. The sounds the rains bring in, the smell of the fresh mud, the way the air soothes me on a rainy night is, to me ,elysian.

Just Imagine na guys,
Holding our hand out and allowing the rain drops to osculate the palm as they move towards their ducky destination, the ground..
Standing in the rain and playing with rain drops..
The feel of the rain drops on your face..
And all the sensations experienced by the body, mind and soul, OMG its unexplainable..

With Love,


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Monday, November 30, 2009

55 Fiction - #24

Here is my 24th 55-fiction. What is 55Fiction!? 55 Fiction is a form of micro fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.Most 55 Fiction works are dramatized so as to get the effect in limited time. Come, lets get into the action!


Eyes met eyes over a novel on the train. They exchanged glances, conversation, addresses. She was mesmerized by the way he spoke. It was perfect, she thought. They kissed goodbye in the corner where no one could see. He promised to visit after her return from vacation.
She returned home to find her house ransacked.

With Love,


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Sunday, November 29, 2009

A Notification

Hiya friends.
Its a rare thing that write some guest posts. Am just an amateur writer of a 3 month Old blog. During these days, I have seen some amazing writers, penning down some awesome stuffs. One of them is My dear Misfit girl(That's how I call her). Many of my readers, read hers too. For others, Let me tell about this amazing, enchanting writer, who sprinkles her sarcasm and mix them with her widespread Knowledge in every posts. Yes, She is Guria, who owns a beautiful blog - Maverick Misfit. She asked me to write a guest post and the poor me accepted and wrote a short story. I bespeak all you guys to Visit her Blog and read the story I wrote for her and let me know your views on that. The link is : A Loser

With Love,

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Cricket Fervor

In my last poem many didn't understand the concept and found it difficult with the first read. So this time, I wrote a poem with the words that occurred to me. I don't know whether they can be termed as poem!

Musing on those seconds
Those moments of torment
Concerning over the fate of the game
Those last few overs, OMG!!!

Last over, Pitch changes, Changes in pace,
Tensed faces on ground and dressing room,
Glistening sweat drops in players face,
Add extra spice to the relinquishing Bile juice.

Every time he pass the wicket
Every time the other shouts out,"Howzzatt!” for an lbw,
Our hearts skip a beat, a lump in throat,
The tension keeps Piling.

The never-said prayers suddenly recalled
The heart hastens against time.
Some just close their eyes, bite nails
Unable to bear the stress.

The few final fleeting moments
Where one billion hearts hotfoot together
One billion supplications wish the same
When all of us unite despite all odds

This happens every time- be it ODI, T20, TEST matches
Every time they,no, we play
We - the Indians..
And we play cricket!!

This being a Cricketing season and me, a big Fan of cricket, wrote this so called poem. This is dedicated to a lot of people.The list is below.

  • Sachin Tendulkar - Master-Blaster lasted 20 years in cricket and he is still going strong.
  • Rahul Dravid - The much hyped 'WALL' who recently joined the 11,000 club and crossed Don Bradman's record.
  • And the awesome bowling performance of Zaheer (Without toooo many no balls), Sreesanth (5 wicket haul in the comeback match), Dhoni (Having the guts to select Sreesanth), Bhajji and Ojha (The debutant)
  • Lastly to TEAM INDIA for its brilliant performance in the second test for winning SL by an Innings and 144 runs!!

P.S : For non-cricket lovers, something else will be posted when am free. Kindly excuse me if am not visiting your blogs. The reason is my Internet browsers are messing up and am missing all my friends updates. Will start my routine follow-up's from Sunday.

With Love,


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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

55 Fiction - #23

It has been a long time since I wrote a 55Fiction. So I thought of writing one now. Understand what is 55Fiction!? 55 Fiction is a form of micro fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.Most 55 Fiction works are dramatized so as to get the effect in limited time. Come, lets get into the action!


It wasn't a good day. The kid had fever,maid didn't come, MIL is coming home. Her bones ached. It wasOneFineDay_logo treacherous. She wondered why she had agreed to do this job and felt rage flaring up inside. She quickly hid it with a faint half smile.

"Perfect, Madame Lisa hold that smile" said DaVinci.

P.S : Mona Lisa (also known as La Gioconda or La Joconde) is a 16th century portrait Lisa Gherardini, wife of Francesco del Giocondo. It is perhaps the most famous and iconic painting in the world. painted in oil on a poplar panel by Leonardo da Vinci during the Italian Renaissance. The work is owned by the Government of France and is on the wall in the Louvre in Paris, France with the title

With Love,


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Monday, November 23, 2009


I wrote this yesterday night, and since my Internet connection played hide and seek with me, I couldn't post it duly on night.

I was lying back and looked up at the night sky with a crescent and millions of stars along with many celestial bodies out of our vision.
Have you ever noticed them?

Its really a pleasure to watch the starlit clear night sky.
Have you witnessed such a thing and wondered about the beauteous nature?

I thought if only I could extend my hands a little more, I could probably grab one of those tiny stars and place it so close to my heart. This really seems to be a miracle. Many a times we see the clear-star lit skies. But only a few times, we enjoy those and smile ourselves.
Have you enjoyed those Miracles?

Then the fact that these stars and other celestial bodies are millions of light years away from us and that they generate more than Million Joules of energy seems so unreal and always fascinates me. The underlying fact that these stars are just piece of the debris from a big bang seems untrue, yet that is the real fact.

Have you ever looked at one such star and felt as if it was moving away from you?
Have you ever seen any object in the sky during one such gazes?
If you have seen one such, then, Have you ever followed the motion of that across the night sky and wondered if you have sighted a UFO?
Have you wondered about aliens from other planet in those UFO? (Similar to the Jaadhu in Koi Mil Gaya)
Have you ever seen a shooting star?

Today, I have seen a shooting star or something like that I believe. I saw a streak of light, which actually brought me back to senses. I thought about it further and concluded that my eyes and heart together played a trick on my mind. An incident of nature playing with my imagery. BUT I believe it was a falling star and I had a insane gut instinct that my wishes will come true (It is believed that if u wish for something when we witness a shooting star it will come true and now I’m not going to let out what I wished for)

I love this night. Chill breeze caressing our face, the hustling of leaves, an eerie silence that sometimes send a chill down the spine. I love the dark night sky. In fact my favorite color is black and gray. Black colored sky with gray clouds with the crescent. I love the way the night sky looks. It looks like a dark granite floor scattered with thousands of sparkling diamonds. And it feels so good that you actually forget all your worries and enjoy the moment. It makes you feel a chill like the sensation you get on touching a steel plate in nights (It will be cold). Apart from that you can really feel the warmth spreading across our soul. You will feel directly connected with the heavenly bodies.

I am a nocturnal person (Most of you would have known this fact, from the time I write and publish my posts). I love nights for the way its quiet and when you look out of the window you can realize yours is the only lamp lit apart from the street lights. I love the music they play late at nights on the music channels with lyrics that make sense. I am going through this phase where I consider moon as my best friend. I spend moments on my terrace talking to moon, speaking of my dreams, my thoughts, my aspirations (They may appear crazy/weird, but they aren't). All those moments I feel as if am speaking with my mom.

Today is one such night when I was speaking with my friend and suddenly I saw my mom's face among the clouds. I rubbed my eyes, thinking my eyes started playing a trick and still I figured out her face among the diamonds in the granite, as clear as always, smiling at me. Tears kissed my cheek and I realized them only after my taste bud detected the seeping salty water - My tears. I felt my lips were trembling and my mind pleaded my hands to reach out and hug her. I still saw my mom's face, those caring eyes asking me not to cry, in a distance where I couldn't reach. Her face suddenly vanished among the reappearing clouds. I searched her again, again and again after those clouds moved away.. But ended in a dismay.

God, I wish for many clear starry moonlit nights ~~ So that I can see my mom among the stars.


P.S-1 : SO NEAR, YET SO FAR - Stars or my mom??
P.S-2 : If you feel this as my rambling, do not comment.

With Love,


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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Lost in....

I wrote whatever I felt this moment. You may wonder why I am rambling. Even am wondering the same. Bear with me buddies! If you like musings, go ahead, if not, wait will next post!

The faded white sheet stared back at me. It was one of those embellished letter-pads, with little smiley's on it. Some anecdotes at one end. It looked cute. But the major portion of the sheet facing me was white, faded in ages though. White, the color that symbolizes purity, innocence. But faded white? I let out a small smile at my wavering thoughts.

The pen I held in my hand, well I was not exactly holding the pen, I was twirling it, was throwing it in the air and catching it with my single hand. Well, the pen was a cheap one. It wrote in a grayish black color. I scribbled my name in a small piece of paper that lay on one side, to check whether the pen worked. I always liked writing my name, or should I say, scribbling?

BBBB I was all set now. The paper, the pen. But.. I did not know what to write. All I knew was that I had to write something for my blog. I must write something new, something interesting, something thoughtful, some stories may be.. But no, philosophy sounded good. But I write too many stuffs these days. So I should write something you all will love, something simple and sweet. Or maybe it should be complicated, sprinkled with words that would need a dictionary to understand. Maybe. But more than everything I wanted to write for myself. Writing became my passion, my love or I can tell, its the killer. Wondering? Writing kills my loneliness, my wavering mind and the most important-it prevents me from thinking about my past. It is making me to explore, think and write things which I have never-ever dreamt in my life.

It was nice. The feeling I had experienced, the warmth that spread inside me when I read something I wrote. I am missing them a lot these days. I write things, but only some satisfies my expectation. Reason? I don't know! Sometimes am lost for words, sometimes lost for ideas, sometimes it is with right expressions, sometimes perfect plots, sometimes everything altogether and this is one such occasion. I want those soul-embracing, warm-filling writings from me. I am missing that-Ideas and words.

The pen continued to twirl in my hand. The faded paper looked at me longingly. It felt as if, it is approaching me to write something on them. AM THINKING WEIRDLY! The sun was high today, The fan was creaking by letting out warm air, Kadri Gopalnath's Saxophone playing mildly in the background, The horns from those heavy vehicles sighing continuously and me-sitting in a corner of the room, thinking about something. Is this a writers block? No, it is not. I thought about something to jot down. But when I took the pen, I was lost- for proper phrases, words, not ideas though. My mobile blared shattering the stillness inside me. Someone called me at this time. I kept the pen down, got up, took my phone, went to balcony. When I came back, the pen was lying there, on the notepad. The music continued but the track was changed, The Fan has been switched off. I found myself lost again as I did not have words to write on that sheet. The words, ideas/thoughts/story that framed inside me are somewhere else right now. SOMEWHERE - out of my thoughts, out of my reach....

With Love,


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Tuesday, November 17, 2009


When God created woman he was working late on the 6th day. An angel came by and approached God.

Angel : Why spend so much time on that one?
And the Lord answered that angel.
God : Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her?
Angel : No.
God : She must be washable, but not made of plastic, have more than 200 moving parts which all must be replaceable and she must function on all kinds of food, she must be able to embrace several kids at the same time, give a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart and she must do all this with only two hands.

The angel was impressed with this and shot back.
Angel : Just two hands....impossible! And this is the standard model?! Too much work for one day....wait until tomorrow and then complete her.
God : I will not. I am so close to complete this creation, which will be the favourite of my heart. She cures herself when sick and she can work 18 hours a day.

The angel came nearer and touched the woman.
Angel : But you have made her so soft, Lord!
God : She is soft. But I have also made her strong. You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome.
Angel : Can she think?
God : Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate.

The angel touched the woman's cheek....
Angel : Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her.
God : Correct yourself, She is not’s a tear.
The confused angel asked, "what is it for?"
God : Tears are her way of expressing grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride.
This made a big impression on the angel; “Lord, you are genius. You thought of everything. The woman is indeed marvelous!"

Indeed she is! Woman has strengths that amazes man. She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens. She holds happiness, love and opinions. She smiles when feeling like screaming. She sings when she feels like crying, cries when she is happy and laughs when she is afraid. She fights for what she believes in. Stand up against injustice. She doesn’t take “no” for an answer, when she can see a better solution. She gives herself so her family can thrive. She takes her friend to the doctor if she is afraid. Her love is unconditional. She cries when her kids are victorious. She is happy when her friends do well. She is glad when she hears of a birth or a wedding. Her heart is broken when a next of kin or friend dies. But she finds the strength to get on with life. She knows that a kiss and a hug can heal a broken heart.

There is only one thing wrong with her---She forgets what she is worth...

P.S: I love this article personally.The best I have ever read so far!

With Love,


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Monday, November 16, 2009

Poem - My first Attempt

I was speaking with one of my well wisher few days back in Facebook. She told me that I am deviating a lot these days from my usual styles of writing. Even I felt that and wanted to try something different. Believe me guys, it took me one full day 2 think what to write, one hour to select a theme and 5 hours to write and modify it as a poem. So please bear with me and read this pathetic attempt.


The man shall leave his father's house
And cleave unto his wife
Loving her with the greatest love
Laying down his own life
He shall nourish her and cherish her
And she shall give him reverence
Both submitted in the fear of God
Rendering due benevolence
They shall not be two, but shall be one
In body, soul and spirit
Defrauding not and keeping faith
Let none interfere with it
For the man's desire shall be for her
His wife shall be by his side
And he shall live for her all their days
As Nature does with the pride.

I really wonder what made me write this!!

With Love,


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Sunday, November 15, 2009


It has been a long time since I wrote some articles which makes me to giggle, while writing. This article doesn't contain those moral, philosophical stuffs that rake your brain which you are reading in my blog off late. I want to thank my fellow blogger Bharathi who initiated to retrospect myself. From that moment, I am analyzing each and everything that happens in my routine day-to-day life. The effect of my retrospection is reflecting in my posts as philosophical stuffs accompanied with moral stories.

This article is titled as 'ULTIMATE TRUTH'. You may wonder why did I keep such a title. I don't want you guys to ponder upon the topic itself for a long time. This post contains some points. After reading the complete set, you will surely feel, "Arey, How true!?! Shruti is correct! I have experienced this myself". Off to the post/points!

**Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.

**To Err is human, to forgive is not a COMPANY policy.

**The road to success…….. is always under construction.

**In order to get a Loan, you first need to prove that you don't need it.

**All the desirable things in life are either illegal, expensive or fattening.

**Since Light travels faster than Sound, people appear brighter b=fore you hear them speak.

**Everyone has a scheme of getting rich….. which never works

**If at first you don't succeed…. Destroy all evidence that you ever tried.

**You can never determine which side of the bread to butter. If it falls down, it will always land on the buttered side.

**Anything dropped on the floor will roll over to the most inaccessible corner.

**42.7% of all statistics is made on the spot.

**As soon as you mention something, if it is good, it is taken back.. If it is bad, it happens.

**He who has the gold, makes the rules ---- Murphy's golden rule.

**If you come early, the bus is late. If you come late, the bus is still late.

**Once you have bought something, you will find the same item being sold somewhere else at a cheaper rate.

**When in a queue, the other line always moves faster and the person in front of you will always have the most complex of transactions.

**If you have paper, you don't have a pen. If you have a pen, you don't have paper. If you have both, no one calls.

**Especially for engineering Students---- If you have bunked the class, the professor has taken attendance.

**You will pick up maximum wrong numbers when on roaming.

**All PTC buses are crowded. Corollary----- PTC buses in opposite direction always go empty.

**The door bell or your mobile will always ring when you are in restroom.

**After a long wait for bus #20, two 20 number buses will always pull in together and the bus which you get in will be crowded than the other.

**If your exam is tomorrow, there will be a power cut tonight or you will have Indo-Pakistan match/Manchester United-Chelsea clash!

**The last person to be fired or quit is responsible for all the errors until another person is fired or quits.

So you grinned atleast in a single point na? These are very small things we would have experienced. But when we read them in words, those moments will be cherished for sure. Have a great Sunday!

With Love,


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