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Friday, October 30, 2009

This is more than a Story..

This is purely a Fiction. Any resemblance of incidents or characters occuring in this story is purely co-incidental.

Guy's, this would've happened in our life at some point. This is just a post, that kindles all your emotions.
Time and time again, I forgave you. I've forgiven you for things that I swore to myself I'd never forgive someone for... and here you are, still hurting me, and I still forgave you..

"Ever noticed that the people who hurt you the most are the ones you tend to love more", she said as I finished my cup of coffee. Nandini was heartbroken and was madly in love with a boy she met in her college. She was badly hurt because the guy ditched her! She was hurt and demanded answers for some of the very obvious questions of life. She wanted to know why we all fall for someone. Isn’t it unfair on part of the God to first make us fall for someone and then teach us how to forget him? Tell me how can I forget him now? She asked me.

I sat there in front of her carrying a heart that has experienced love and loss more than anyone else I thought. Memories of my past just flashed in front of me and I couldn't help but revisit those memories just to tell her how love sometimes teaches you the best lessons you wouldn't learn otherwise. Sometimes - no matter how long, or how much you love someone, they will never love you back and somehow you have to learn to be okay with that. I began my story to pacify her.

I met this guy Rakshit in my school back in my 8th class. He was one of my closest friends in school. We were in the same class till 12 when I moved out to pursue engineering at some other place and he continued his medical studies there itself. By the time I was in 12th, we had spent enough time to know each other very well. We did some projects together in school that brought us more close to each other. I was sure that I had some very intense feelings for him but those never translated into words because I was not ready for it. I was a child back then, didn't know what love actually means. What I knew was that, there was a guy who makes me happy all the time, there was a guy whose happiness meant more to me than my own, there was a guy who impressed me beyond limits with his charm and intellect!

The time had come for us to part as the schools finished.
"I would like to thank you, for showing me a part of myself that I have never seen. Yeah we were young and dumb, but it still was fun and I guess these things just tend to fall apart and I hope you feel the same" was my message to him as we bid farewell to each other promising to be in touch forever!

I took my friendship for granted. I never confessed my love for him for I wasn’t sure. I thought it might be temporary like the one we term infatuation. I was sure I will move on. It was my confidence in my ability to find happiness in new days, new places and in people that desisted me from proposing to him that time and later, I knew I was wrong.

Life after school wasn't much easy. It was a new place, new people. As time passed, I realized I was missing him. There was vacuum in my life and something inside me wanted to talk to him, see him. I was frustrated because I couldn't tell if it was real. Mad because I didn't know how he felt. Upset because we couldn't make it right. Sad because I needed him. Aggravated because he wouldn't understand my feelings. Disappointed because we couldn't be together, but still I thought I loved him more than ever. A year had passed by then. I contacted him at times but mostly we were busy in our own separate worlds.

One day, almost a year later I picked up my phone and called him up
"Happy Birthday Rakshit" I said.
"Thanks Sreya, How are you?" he replied back. Formal questions followed the conversation and I sensed some change in his attitude towards me. I didn’t know what it was. I avoided reaching to any conclusion all by myself.

From someone I came to know that he knew I had feelings for him and he was upset and "angry", because I betrayed his trust(?) and friendship(!). I enquired this from our common friends but no one could tell me the reality.

I thought I might lose him if I ever tell him about myself now. Gradually, we both started settling in our own lives. I tried calling him a few times but every time he answered only my questions and the conversation was no more than a formality. I wanted him to at least tell me why was he angry? He could have cleared any misunderstanding with me because I was his friend first. But he never did that. Instead he started avoiding me. He tried avoiding me to such an extent that he wouldn’t even come for the annual reunions during Diwali just because I used to come there. alone_and_waiting-13005

He never tried to contact me and it was me who tried to contact him. Years passed in this fashion. We had absolutely no direct contact. Sometime you just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye. One day I decided to forget him and move on in my new life after finishing college. I spent my college life finding answers to some of the questions that life throws at us. I tried getting close to other people in my college but I was never able to come out of his thoughts. Some temporary phases of forgetting him, I diverted my mind in music, dance. But then again he used to resurface, his thoughts, his charm, everything in fact. In the process of finding my true self, I lost many relations including the love of a few very close friends just because I couldn’t love them back. After all, every relation expects love in return.

I think one cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: how far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him. My situation was also similar. Whatever I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about him. With passing time, the thoughts started changing and I got used to it.

Some 6 months later, I went home for a vacation. As usual, I was supposed to meet my friends during Diwali.

"Hi Sreya, Listen Rakshit is here too, He wants to meet you personally. Can you meet him tomorrow?" said one of our common friend ( his best friend) on phone. He told me that Rakshit wanted to meet me and he wanted both of us to be friends again (??!!?!). I didn't know what to reply .I could not find any answer and I agreed meeting him.

Next day I had to meet him.

The whole night I thought about my life - PAST, PRESENT & THE FUTURE. Someone had become a part of my life in those forgone years. 6 years was a long time. It took him 6 years to understand the basic fundamentals of friendship and love. So what if in the beginning he came to know I loved him, he would have told me if he didn’t have such thoughts on me, I would have accepted it gladly. We were close friends first and feelings developed later! He thought, we could still be friends.

I had achieved success in every field with the blessings of my parents and loved ones and in every happy phase of my life, my parents and friends stood by me. If I look back today, whenever I was sad, it was because of him. If I ever cried , it was because of him. I could find him in all the past moments of my life whenever I was in sorrow. Did he deserve another chance?? Or did he even deserve meeting me ever again? I asked this question to myself knowing that a part of me desperately wanted to meet him. But I knew, I had a clear answer.

The next day, I met every other friend of mine except him. Before leaving my hometown, I sent him a letter through my friend. The letter said


You know I was not completely over you. You used to cross my mind several times a day, but with each one of those times, a feeling of contempt also used to pass through my heart. This happened enough, my heart became completely hardened to you, and I got to the point where you don't affect me anymore. Almost everything in life is easier to get out of, except when in love.

Getting out of love isn't that difficult too, if only you realize that the one who hurts you can never be the one who deserves you. I have learnt lessons in life over the years. There were reasons we met, reasons for the good times and reasons for the bad times, and most importantly a reason to end. We have more to learn, more to experience and more loving to do in this lifetime may be not together. I hope it teaches you some lesson!



And this time, Goodbye was forever! I never thought about him again the way I used to before this day.

I knew Love has taught me a lesson for life! Life moves on and you overcome challenges of love, attraction and obsession. I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer. However mean your life is, meet it and live it: do not shun it and call it hard names.. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things or friends. Things do not change, we change. Friends don't change , situations change. If you are destined to get someone, you will get him/her and if you are not , you won’t ,even if you try. So leave it to God! Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, Because the flow that has passed will never pass again. So never waste time for people who are not worth it!

If I had my life to live over again, I will not change it because the life so far has taught me some of the best lessons of life, love and loss!

As I finished my story, I looked at Nandini. She was wearing a heavy smile on her face. "Mom, I love you", saying this she hugged me and I knew my daughter got all her answers!

At one point of time, we all would've had a heartbreak/grief. But when we start learning the bitter truth of life, we will really start loving the life. In this process, sometime we may sit near a window with a hot cup of tea, watch the drizzles of rain hitting your face, think of all those incidents which happened in our past. That will make you understand, though your past changed your course, it would've given you the best. Love your life and live it.

P.S : Hey how is this? Liked it eh?!

With Love,


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Epic Untagging

Confused with the title? Yes am wadding all the tags in this single post! Tags were piled up heavily! Almost everyone in my friends list tagged me for these tags! I don't remember who tagged me. Please forgive me. Now start reading these tags!

TAG #01: Questions

RULES: Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.

1.What is your current obsession? Blogging(I became crazy on writing insane stuffs!)

2. What are you wearing today? kurta with tracks

3. What’s for dinner? Finished my dinner. Next dinner is after 24 hours

4. What’s the last thing you bought? Vegetables for tomorrow's cooking

5. What are you listening to right now? Ilayaraja's melodies

6. What do you think about the person who tagged you? Actually many tagged me. I forgot the names (People, excuse my mind). But I copied these questions from MM's blog. So I can say about her. After all this girl loves praising. And moreover, BUTTERQUEEN (Neha, Avada are you girls listening?!)

7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be? Srirangam (Where else would I opt for?!)

8. What are your must-have pieces for summer? Cotton Chudi

9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? PuneTongue

10. Which language do you want to learn? Silence. Yes, it is the most toughest language to practice.

11. What’s your favorite quote? I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.

12. Who do you want to meet right now? Suspense

13. What is your favorite color? Black and Gray

14. What is your favourite piece of clothing in your own closet? A new cotton chudi I purchased

15. What is your dream job? Not a dream ob. I dream of giving jobs to others. Yes, I want to become an entrepreneur.

16. What’s your favourite magazine?
EFY (Electronics for you)

17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on? Give them to Cancer Foundation

18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas? SurpriseHypnotized

19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon? SRK (SRK fans kindly excuse.)

20. What kind of haircut do you prefer? Deep - U cut! That's my favorite.

21. What are you going to do after this? Sleep.

22. Who is your favourite sport star? AB de Villers

23. What are three cosmetic/makeup/perfume products that you can't live without? Kajal and a small bindhi. That's my make up kit Happy

24. What inspires you? Being Oneself

25. Give us three styling tips that always work for you: A big smile, Confidence and the concept "If you cant convince them, just confuse them" (People this concept really works. I did this in all my viva sessions for all the 8 semesters Batting Eyelashes)

26. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)? Tracks with a Black and white kurta

27. Coffee or tea? Tea.

28. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed? Close my eyes, take deep breath and tell myself, "you have seen many, this is just another. Face it!".

29. What is the meaning of your name? Vedic text, Music

30. Which other blogs do you love visiting? Many to pen

31. Favorite Dessert/Sweet? Ice-Creams :)

32. Favorite Season? Winter and Rains

33. If I come to your house now, what would you cook for me? Anything you want. I became an expert cook (Don't look at me like that! Am telling the fact).

34. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you? Smile at them and speak politely with them! They will surely realize their mistake

35. What are you afraid of the most? Weird dreams of the past.

36. What do you love most about yourself? I love myself

TAG #02 : Innocent or guilty?!?!


RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.
RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!
RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.
So here It goes the (could be dishonest) answers :

Asked someone to marry you? Innocent.
Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Guilty.
Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent.
Ever told a lie? Guilty.
Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Guilty.
Kissed a picture? Innocent.
Slept in until 5 PM? Innocent.
Fallen asleep at work/school? Innocent.
Held a snake? Innocent.
Been suspended from school? Innocent.
Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent.
Stolen from a store? Innocent
Been fired from a job? Innocent.
Done something you regret? Guilty.
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent
Kissed in the rain? Innocent.
Sat on a roof top? Guilty.
Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Innocent.
Sang in the shower? Guilty.
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent.
Shaved your head? Innocent.
Had a boxing membership? Innocent.
Made a boyfriend cry? Innocent.
Been in a band? Innocent.
Shot a gun? Guilty.
Donated Blood? Innocent.
Eaten alligator meat? Innocent
Eaten cheesecake? Innocent.
Still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent.
Have/had a tattoo? Innocent.
Liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent.
Been too honest? Guilty.
Ruined a surprise? Innocent.
Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? Guilty.
Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty.
Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Guilty.
Joined a pageant? Innocent.
Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty.
Had communication with your ex? Innocent.
Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent.
Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty.

Huh! Finished one Happy. Two more to go! Seems am damn innocent... People, believe.. Am still a kiddo!

TAG #03 : How DUMB are you?

Many wanted to see how dumb am! Let me find out, how dumb am.

The more [x]’s the “dumber” you are.

[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking
[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking
[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door
[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle
[x] You have thought of something funny while walking by yourself
[x] Laughed, then watched people give you weird looks
So far: 4
[ ] You have run into a tree/bush.
[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow
[x] You have tried to lick your elbow… a few times
[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little star have the same rhythm.
[x] You just tried to sing them.
So far: 7
[ ] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.
[ ] You have choked on your own spit .
[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don’t get it.
[ ] You’ve never seen the Matrix.
[ ] You type only with two fingers.
So far: 7
[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire
[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.
[ ] You have caught yourself drooling.
[ ] You have fallen asleep in class and fell outta your chair
So far: 7
[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking
[x] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about
[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you
[x] You are often told to use your “inside voice”.
[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math
So far: 10
[ ] You have eaten a bug
[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important
[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it
[x] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand
[ ] You have ran around naked in your house.
So far: 13
[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t.
[x] You break a lot of things.
[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you.
[x] You tilt your head when you’re confused
[x] You have fallen out of your chair before
So far: 16
[x] When you’re lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling or wall
[ ] The word “ummmmm” is used many times a day.

I am (17/37)*100 = 45.945945945% DUMB !!! Glad that I dint make 50%. But to be frank, I expected a higher percentage. I counted 3 times, but still am 45.9% dumb only Tongue

Almost many finished this tag. So I am leaving you all this time. You can't expect the same from me always.

With Love,


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Wednesday, October 28, 2009


According to legend, a young man while roaming the desert came across a spring of delicious crystal-clear water. The water was so sweet he filled his leather canteen so he could bring some back to a tribal elder who had been his teacher.
After a four-day journey he presented the water to the old man who took a deep drink, smiled warmly and thanked his student lavishly for the sweet water. The young man returned to his village with a happy heart, as his teacher appreciated his gesture !
Later, the teacher let another student taste the water. The student spat it out, saying it was awful. It apparently had become stale because of the old leather container.
student challenged his teacher and out of curiosity asked: "Master, the water was foul. Why did you pretend to like it?"
The teacher replied with a smiling face: "You only tasted the water. I tasted the gift. The water was simply the container for an act of loving-kindness and nothing could be sweeter"!!!

We may understand this lesson best when we receive innocent gifts of love from young children. Whether it's a crushed paper painting or a clay figure, the natural and proper response is appreciation and expressed thankfulness because we love the idea and affection within the gift. Gratitude doesn't always come naturally.Unfortunately, most children and many adults value only the thing given rather than the feeling embodied in it. We should remind ourselves and teach our children about the beauty and purity of feelings and expressions of gratitude. After all, gifts from the heart are really gifts of the heart!! Also, when we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest of appreciation is not to utter mere words, but to live by them. The essence of all beautiful art, all great art is gratitude!

Gratitude is the sign of noble souls and the memory of it is stored in the heart and not the mind! The next time you receive any gifts from anyone, no matter however small it may be,remember the love behind and don't judge the gift with its appearance! Have a deep sense of gratitude for whatever you receive in life and be thankful to Almighty that there is some one around to care and think for you...

With Love,

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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

55 Fiction - #20

Hi everyone! This is my 20th 55 Fiction. Wow, I am really feeling happy.
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.



Shaan was narrating the storyline of his directorial venture to his friend, Madhu.cartoon After describing the tragic death of the lovers, he turned to see the moistened eyes of Madhu.
Shaan : My! this is just a sentimental story, don't cry.
Madhu : Tears are not for your sentiments, it is because of the Yawn I controlled

Yawn Specialist - Venky, gave me the concept YAWN and I wrote this 55Fiction based on the concept he gave me. So, how was it?

With Love,


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Monday, October 26, 2009


Hi everyone. Many of you would've read my last post 'Read on'. Many appreciated my work on that article. RSV, my blogger buddy and brother got inspired by that article and he wrote a GUEST POST for my blog based on that t. So go on, read this article and enjoy yourself.

“So what, I am a born fool and people don’t say it in front of me because they think that I will act foolish and tear them into a hundred pieces before they take out their swords and think about slicing me into two.”

…I am a cow. An animal which gives you more than she takes. But I tell you what, once upon a time I used be very selfish. But then, I entered the ‘real’ world. And one fine day, I conceived the most brilliant of epiphanies. I realized the ultimate truth of life. And so, today…. I am a self-less cow….
What do you think, when was I better?

Scientifically analyzing, there are exactly four categories you can belong to.
You are either selfish. A selfish cow or a selfish fox.
Or you are self-less. A self-less cow or a self-less fox.
To which category do you belong?....

…Very recently I read a brilliant article by my sweet and talented sis Shruti and decided that I won’t lead a pessimistic life anymore. I forthwith decided that I won’t feel bad when my calves start crying when they see a man under me…pumping out all the milk… which was originally meant for them... I decided, that I won’t cry when someone pricks in my body, a large needle and try forcing milk out, from my fragile body. But then, don’t you think that is exactly what I have been doing since I was born?...
What do you call it? Positivism?...

I personally feel that being selfish is always better than being self-less. At least we have an identity then. It is all about self-esteem. You are what you think you are. But then, what about the society? I mean :
Who do you think is more dangerous for others: A selfish fox or a self-less fox?...

…Even after all this, my master is a nice man. He takes care of me. He gives me and my calves fodder to eat and water to drink. I am not sad after all. My children have compromised with the amount of milk they get. But I am worried about my master. He is planning to sell me and my calves to some big Zamindaar. I know I will get everything I need there. But why is he doing this? I think he is in need of some money. Yes, his son is not coming here for a long time. Yes…he must be ill…
Now I think I shouldn’t have complained like that…
Should I be happy? Since someone I know is at a much worse stage than I will ever be…

I know there are not as sensitive people as we think we are.
But then, don’t you think ‘we’ encompasses all of us?....

1. Most of us in this world are self-less cows. Self-less because we don’t know what actually makes us happy. We seek others for a hint. We try to do what others do. We try to feel contented about what we are doing is right. Then we show our teeth to others, trying to feel that we are happy.

2. When we see someone in a relatively better position than us, we start doing whatever he is doing. We try to copy him. Thus we lose our individuality.

3. When we see someone in a relatively weaker position than us, we start feeling sorry for him/her. We try to weep when whenever we find ourselves in a similar situation.

4. It is true that happiness is relative. But then it is not relative with respect to circumstances. It is relative to the individual in question. It is not necessary that a doctor is happier than a driver.

5. But its practical people can’t be happy or even fake happiness when surrounded by miseries. But then I believe in the following self made truth: Everyone has his EQUAL share of good times, but it is his responsibility to find and experience them. This is what I call SUCCESS……

P.S : All your queries/comments will be duly replied by RSV, The man behind this article. If some comment is written for me, I will reply them honestly .

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Read on..

Everybody gets emotionally drained when something against their will happens. In short all of us have a bad day. People like me (Just out of college, waiting for DOJ's or expecting a good offer to come their way). Working class waits for appraisals and when they don't get it, they are really off their mood. I had the so called bad day and have drained all my energy because of a weird incident.

Today its one of my similar bad days, I was sitting at home doing nothing other than straining my eyes on my system for vague information and I came across this biography of Genghis khan. From what I had already known he was a wretched cruel man with a big army at his order to ransack every city he ordered them to attack. But when I read through the website I was shocked that he was the son of a tribal leader and on one of his bad days his parents were killed and he was captured by some ruthless enemies and was chained with a shackle in his neck like a dog for more than 10 years. Imagine that for a bad day. He escaped from there and then raised that big army that he used to bully around later on in his life and he created the single largest empire in history and that sustained for 150 years after his death. Though Alexander is more famous he had a smaller empire and it just vanished in thin air in less than 10 years after his death.

Wow I thought, we crib so much for a meager thing of not getting a job or do best in assessments. What has happened to us, why do we feel distressed even for the slightest smirk? Then I got it, we are just pampered spoiled kids of the society. A kid who may have got a good life would obviously be cribbing about being put to even a small discomfort and a kid who has fought hardships would neglect that small discomfort. And what do we call that kid who gripes for every small thing? A spoiled brat!! The same thing applies to us; we have just become spoiled brats induced by this corporate cushion. Any small discomfort and we are ready to raise a red flag as if it was the death of us, where as we don't know the real meaning of discomfort.

I still remember the day when Kerri Strug an American athelete sprained her ankle on her big day at the 1996 Olympics and still went ahead jumped the vault to bring USA the first ever group Olympics gold medal in history of Olympics. What would have she thought after spraining her ankle? Did she think she had a bad day and just left it at it? No she took her injured ankle and in the next jump scored enough to get that gold medal bringing tears in hundreds of eyes across USA that day. But we being normal people and not so great as Genghis khan or even as strong hearted as Kerri Strug cant we have enough positive attitude left at the end of the day and say well today didn't go so well and I will do it better tomorrow or compensate for it tomorrow.

I saw a coolie pulling a cart in in a part of Chennai, I thought if this guy doesn't get work a particular day he may smoke beedi and sit on his cart but if he doesn't get work for a week he wont have enough money for even food, imagine a bad week for him and the same bad week for us, lets say we don't get paid for a week we still would be driving our cars and still eating good food, but I am sure we will raise a havoc about it. Does that coolie imagine about promotion or appraisal? May be he thinks he can save enough to buy a bullock instead of hand pulling his cart. But why do we not get satisfied? Why do we want more? Why do we make a big issue on small discomforts? That's what I call spoiled brat.

We have so much pessimism present in our selves that we don't neglect even small discomforts or try to over come it. We have become so soft on our heart that we want things smooth every where, we have so much greed that we compare ourselves with others to get more out of the corporates pockets, but rarely take an initiative to say even if the current is against me I will swim to the shore. When we go ahead and compare some ones better day and gripe about it, why can't we compare someone else's worse day and get happy that ours was better?

So please the next time before you decide you had a bad day, think if it was so bad that it cannot be compensated? Make a determination to beat the heck out of the "bad day monster" tomorrow. Beat it so bad that it spends the next few days fixing its nose. And as for me, as I reread this article, I learned a lesson… writing is easy doing it is tough.....

With Love,


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Thursday, October 22, 2009



Hi everyone! Know what? This is my 50th post. Yes, I am hitting half century with this post! I started blogging 2 months back and now here am celebrating my 50th post in a joyous mood with every fellow blogger mates. I learnt a lot while writing. I got a number of friends, well-wishers in these two months. With 80 followers and 3000+ comments I will be the happiest person in this blogosphere. Among these 80 followers many of them are regular readers. Even I got the title 'Queen of 55Fictions', from my fellow bloggers. Everything made me really happy and I thought of thanking everyone of them for the recognition they have given me. Yes, this post is dedicated and am returning the honor (Which I have received till date) to my friends here. For the past one week I searched the cyberspace for different set of awards and I got 7 awards and am here to distribute them to everyone!


Arey, please be seated. If you have visited Hits and Misses in the past, then you will be one of the winner! So be seated and the function will begin now. So here comes...


This award is for all my buddies who have been my followers, friends, critics, who helped me to give better article every time. This is just a gesture from my side, accept it and honor me. And this award goes to......

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Chowla Ji, Kaka, RSV, Neha, Naveen, Kanagu, Shankar, Bharathi, Indian Pundit, Sid, Amit, Pawan, Sumeet, Rane, Shashank, Pra, KG, Yvonne, Soin, Mohammed, Venky, Vishnu, Hary, Sathish, Babli, Arnav, Anu, Guria, Aditya, Kay, The Aspirant, Ekam, Saad, Urvashi, Shas, Lostworld, Swaram, Avada Kedavra, Shrivatsan, Amrit, Benny, Bala Nagesh, Chetan, Pramoda, Mustaf, Simba Tago, Mahesh, Sourav, Vrijilesh, Priyan, Raj, Rajalakshmi, Anoop, Yellow tulip, Makk, Happy Birdie, Riya, Rohini Prashant, Paritosh, Sapphire, Vishal Jindal, Samadrita, Rimz, Multimenon, Miss Nobody, Shruti, Rachana, Shilpa Sharma, Shilpa Garg, Dhiman, Vipul Grover, Chatterbox, Suga


(Am not linking names from this award. Kindly bear with me). In these 2 months, I have read so many blogs and there are some blogs which is adored by everyone of us. If you are already visiting the winning blogs (the winners here), continue. If you aren't, then go and read them. You may get hooked on to them like me. I like many and The winners are the top 12 in my preferences.

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  • Guria
  • RSV
  • Shankar
  • Avada Kedavra
  • SiD
  • Pramoda
  • Yellow tulip
  • Bharathi
  • Vipul
  • Shilpa Sharma
  • Dhiman
  • Shilpa Garg


Everyone of us has received in one form or the other for our writings. We rarely find Blogs with cartoons or pictures drawn by the author. This is the first time (atleast to what I know) artists are going to get awarded. Only two guys are eligible for this award. Both are wonderful artists and I have wondered about the formers thinking ability and the way he associates things. The latter we all know him - The funniest chap in Blogosphere.


  • Shrivatsan
  • SiD


Am giving this award for those bloggers who really works hard for writing their posts. Some of their works go unnoticed many a times. Atleast by this way let them all know, I love their blogs so much.


  • Pawan (The most deserving among all)
  • Bala Nagesh
  • Benny
  • Chowla Ji
  • Yvonne
  • Mustaf
  • Mahesh
  • Shilpa Sharma
  • Neha
  • Rajalakshmi
  • Miss Nobody
  • Pra
  • Shashank
  • Chetan
  • Aditya
  • Kaka
  • Kanagu


The winners of this award writes so well and they captivate your heart the moment you start reading their posts!


  • Saad
  • Rachana
  • Amit Singh
  • Kanagu
  • Swaram
  • Shruti
  • Ekam
  • Lostworld
  • Avada Kedavra
  • Sourav
  • Chatterbox
  • Suga
  • Samadrita
  • Rohini Prashant
  • Shrivatsan
  • KG
  • Anu
  • Guria


Am giving this award for the persons who are my regular visitors and many of them has become my good pals. In one way or the other, they have mentored me. Thanks for all your support and keep visiting! I have written 5 names in a point just to reduce the length of the post and it doesn't contain a particular order.

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  • Chowla Ji, Kaka, RSV, Neha, Naveen
  • Kanagu, Shankar, Bharathi, IP, Sid
  • Amit Singh, Pra, KG, Yvonne, Venky
  • Vishnu, Hary, Sathish, Anu, Guria
  • Aditya, Ekam, Lostworld, Swaram, Avada Kedavra
  • Benny, Bala Nagesh, Chetan, Pramoda, Mustaf
  • Mahesh, Rajalakshmi, Yellow tulip, Makk, Rohini
  • Samadrita, Miss Nobody, Rachana, Shruti, Shilpa Sharma, Chatterbox.

Thank you guys!


Am going to give this award for the most deserving blogs. One way or the other, their blog specializes. From poetry to story, from 55 Fiction to Handling social Evils. Check out the winners and do tell me whether am correct in this judgement.


  • Bharathi
  • Vipul
  • Pramoda
  • Shilpa Sharma
  • RSV
  • Guria
  • Pawan
  • Yvonne
  • IP
  • Shilpa Garg
  • Avada Kedavra
  • Amit Singh
  • Shankar
  • Venky & Hary (Both of them share this award for the most freaky write up's!)
  • Swaram
  • Neha
  • Pra
  • SiD

So how was the celebrations? Enjoyed? Congratulations Winners..

Thank you everyone for the support you have given me till date!

P.S : How does my new template look? Shankar helped me in selecting this template. Thank You Shankar!

With Love,


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Monday, October 19, 2009

55 Fiction - #19

Hi :)
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.



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The little kids reach school pampered by their parents.
The musician at the entrance was enjoying himself by playing beetle's tunes.
In the corner park, lovers were passionately kissing each other.
Outside a beggar sighed on seeing his collection.
Within a flash, their world was gone. An explosion dismantled everything.

This is dedicated to all those who lost their lives in bomb blast in the recent years and also to the family members who lost their dear ones

How is this? Drop a comment and let me know what you feel after reading this!

With Love,


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Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Price

DISCLAIMER : The characters and the plot used here are completely fictional. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited
"Psycho” was the only word James Peterson was thinking as he saw his unshaven face in the mirror. “James Peterson” the brain and brawn behind more than eighteen political murders was trying to recollect how he looked by seeing himself in the mirror. He had changed his appearance more than seventeen times and was wanted by more than forty-seven countries across the world. Even if he went to the chief of FBI and introduced himself as James Peterson the chief would give a generic reply of “How could I help you Sir” - that was the brilliance with which he planned his crimes.

As every man, he too had the ambition of becoming the richest, the most powerful and the most famous. Nobody knew that he was a serial rapist and killer “also” who committed those so called heinous crimes just to satisfy his self, that nobody equaled his brilliance in planned crime or covering up an unplanned crime. He was an orphan as he could recollect and was raised in the local city orphanage of the Los Angeles (did some body say crime- Yes Los Angeles the then crime capital of the richest nation on earth).But James was a brilliant student (as being a good student was the only way one can get out of the strict rules of the orphanage before he became 18) and he soon was out of the orphanage and was living on his own before he was 17 and was the leader of a gang of hooligans of his own age and worked for the chino family. His first killing/murder was at the age of 19 and that too of a famous senator. He couldn’t recollect any proper reason for the murder other than that he was paid 500 US$ for the job.

Now he was standing there in front of his mirror thinking about how to pass his evening for which he had many options. Just then the phone rang, that was a very bad thing for James as he never communicated with the outer world through this device. He picked up the device which had leaked the information of so many master planners to their enemies and led them to death.
“Hello, James?”
This was the worst shock he had ever had in his whole life. Somebody calls him and calls by his first name- his brain works fast and tells him that it is wrong number and is meant for somebody else by the name James.
“Sorry wrong number this is not James here”, and he kept the phone without even waiting for the reply.
Even before his fast brain could think anything about this incident the phone rang again, he picked it up and before he could say hello the other side shouts
“Son, Don’t keep the phone, I know you are James Peterson”,
“hickkkk” James skipped a heart beat "that's is not possible”, he blurted out.
“Who are you”,
“I am your father”
“My father is dead, I am orphan”
“No, I am very much alive”

“Why should I believe you?”
“I can’t tell you anything now, come to the Central park the second bench from the east gate 7:00 PM”
“I won’t come there”

“I know you will”
Beep, beep, beep ………the line is dead.
His brain told “This is the most foolishly laid trap ever, and you would be the biggest idiot if you fall for it”
His heart spoke for the first time after 27 years “Hear your heart for once and get to know your parent”
he shouted out falling on his knees not able to bear the two organs of his body which were waging a war against each other. MIND AND HEART

James was sitting idle on the park bench watching little kids playing as the sun was setting across the horizon. He never liked kids and never showed mercy towards them. Twice he had killed infants along with their parents who were the actual target. Even as he sat there looking harmless waiting to become the bait and thinking about that call – so absurdly straight forward as if his “so called father” knew every thing about him. This surprised him and left him totally clueless for the first time in his life.

The sun was setting and darkening the now almost emptied park, it was half past seven. A shadow moved across his bench, he turned but before the shadow had left but not without a clue a small piece of folded paper lie on his bench,
“Come to the 152-A, 7th Cross Harrington street”

He caught a cab and pronounced the address, the cab moved to the destination. He started wondering about his father to be a more brilliant criminal than him. Before his already confused thoughts could convert him from a psycho to a confused psycho the cab stopped. He paid the cab driver and got down, He was surprised by the villa standing in the middle of a street full of flats. He walked into the villa and knocked the door. His intention was to place a gun at head of the first person he sees there and get some reason out of this whole situation.

And before the door opened a gun was stuck at his back and by instinct he tried to use his twist and snatch technique one more hand caught his arms and cuffed his wrists. “Too fast”, He was searched, his Biretta taken and then his cuffs were removed and he was pushed into the door which opened with alarming sync to the finish of his search. He was just too surprised to see the disrespect shown by these people towards one of the most wanted criminals of the world. Angry, frustrated and cursing his heart which had spoken to him for the first time in his life and screwed him too, he walked across the large hall which lay before him, at the end of which was a stair case going to the other floors of the villa. As he neared the stairs a man in his early 60’s in a dark suit with a diamond pin walked down it.

“My son”, the old man gasped and reached for his sons arm, which his son just whisked off and moved farther.
“You Bastard”, James shouted “Who are you, what do you want?”
“I am your father, I have been tracking you for past 17 years, I can prove it”,
the old man begged.
“Then why did I open my eyes in an orphanage”, James cried, surprised by his own reaction he covered his face with his hands.
As these two twisted characters spent a couple of hours with each other James found out the old man who called himself Dan Peterson had not married his wife until after 2 years of her giving birth of James and she had to put him away in an orphanage and she hadn’t informed him about that son until 10 years after their marriage. James after long time was feeling something other than criminality in his mind. After the stories were told by the father and son to each other and after their reunion which took some time, Dan called for dinner.

On the dinner table Dan sipping his soup pleaded
“Son, I know I am responsible for you being into the criminal world now and I am powerful enough to bring you out of it. Please join me and leave your business”.
“It is too early to think about it and it is too complicated to get out of that world, I am already aaagghhhh……” James fell on the floor and was rubbing his throat as if it had caught fire.
Dan got up from his seat on the table came near James walking as if this was what he was expecting to happen and as though he was satisfied with the timing.
“My son, sorry I had to do this, I am very sorry, god bless your soul”, James stared at Dan as if to ask him something.
“I know what you are thinking, Yes you are poisoned you are going to die within 3 minutes. Won’t you like to know why you are meeting this fate? Pity you are my son and I am not mourning for you, instead I am happy now. Do you remember Cathie?”, Dan smiled.

James’ mind flashed his remembrance of Cathie, Catherine the senator who had been his first victim, whom he had stabbed 13 times just for sake of making the count of 13 though she dint survive even the fifth cut on her body, those 500US$ flashed across his memory and again he stared at Dan as if totally puzzled.

Dan whispered “I tracked you down for so long and I came to know that you were my son two years back.” And then he shouted “You bloody bastard, Cathie was my wife, your damned mother” and kicked James in his stomach. “Remember the name you moron? Catherine Peterson” he shouted again and walked out of the dining hall and the lights faded off as James lie their withering in pain and unable to scream, with tears on his eyes pain his body and no hope of reaching heaven.

The next day’s newspaper read “Body of unknown person found in abandoned villa at 152-A, 7th Cross Harrington street”

He thought he was the best and presumed everyone knows him. But he died as an anonymous person. He paid the price, the price for all his crimes!

***THE END***

With Love,


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P.S : Excuse me for the language I used in this post. Certain words are needed for the story.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

55 Fiction - #18

Hi :)
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.



The cops arrive on the scene.Homicide2-2
"Looks like murder. He's been shot in the chest.", they say.
His wife seems to be in shock. Their little daughter is sobbing.
"Do you suspect anyone, ma'am?" they ask the wife.
She looks at them sadly. "The gun's in the cupboard. He was trying to molest my daughter"

How is this? Liked it? Drop a comment, let me know what you feel After reading this!

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