Hits and Misses

CELEBRATIONS

2010-11-06T21:11:00.007+05:30

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Books, handwritten letters, photographs, records, memories and posters, his life were full of them. He woke up religiously at 6 every morning and went straight to his treasure chest, filled with things which others called old junk, but for him it was his life. It was everything he ever wanted and ever owned. He had lived a life the way he wanted. He was 85 and a widower. It had been 15 years since his wife had passed away and he missed her the most. His two sons had left him long ago and he lived in a small house that he built himself near the lake where he met his wife for the first time 55 years ago. It was the place he proposed marriage and she had said yes.

The treasure chest contained all that means the world to him. Photographs of his wife, his kids, some real close friends and memories from each and every one of his trips. He loved to travel and he ensured he took his wife with him everywhere he went. Old records that he used to listen to all his favorite music from everyday on the gramophone player that adorned his desk. He would start his day with some lovely music that would fill the three rooms that he had in his house. Puki, his dog was the only other living thing that stayed with him.

Kishore’s voice echoed in the background, as he made his first cup of coffee for the day. He whistled to Puki to fetch the newspaper that was thrown near the gate by the little boy down the lake who delivered his dose of world news. He settled down on the big easy chair overlooking the lake and began sipping his coffee. His face had a lot of wrinkles. His hair was silky but silver in color. He had aged gracefully. Looking at his face one couldn’t understand him completely. One had to look deeper and deeper, like excavating the real face that hid behind all the layers of wrinkles. It was poetry in motion if you had to analyze the man’s face. After completing the newspaper, he walked up to his treasure chest and took out an album. He had collated it himself, with photographs that spanned many decades. He had also written notes about the places where those pictures had been taken to remind him of all the things beautiful in his life. He saw a picture of his wife, this young gorgeous woman who was 26 at the time when the picture was taken. He gently ran his wrinkled, shaky fingers over the picture, caressed her face and smiled. A drop of tear trickled down from his eyes and changed its course many times before falling on the back of his hand. He scrolled through the many pictures that adorned his album and he did this everyday.

He would then take another paper bag which had all the letters that his wife had written to him when he was in the army. The letters were very brittle, almost had a shade of brownish yellow after all these years. He still loved the smell of his dead wife’s perfume on those letters. He had been in the army a year after he had gotten married and was away from his wife for four years. He still believed that it was those four years that made him realize that she was the one he wanted to spend all his life with. These letters were worth a fortune. Every time he read those letters, he could visualize his wife reading it out to him, speaking to him. He could feel her presence. That’s why he did that everyday. The many names she would address him by, the little fights they had, things that were bothering her in his absence. It was magic.

Today as he was reading those letters, he was overcome with emotion. It was their anniversary. After he was done with the last letter, he closed the box and walked up to the lake. He stood there gazing at the water. He could see his reflection on the water. His eyes were moist. As he kept looking at his reflection, he could see another person next to him. There she was, smiling at him. He whispered, “Happy Anniversary, My love. What would you like to have for lunch”?

His way of CELEBRATION began.....

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Neglected Station - The Life Changer

2010-10-01T21:56:00.007+05:30

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Rain. Isn’t it a awe-inspiring occurrence? I love the drizzle and all aspects of it. I love getting drenched in the rain, traveling in the rain even though everybody I know seems to complain about it. It was one such rainy day. The company said they will provide me car back home but I decided to take the train. After all it was only a three hour journey to the lovely deserted station. Though it was a last minute request from me they managed to get me the tickets. As I sat in the Santro that was me driving to the station I wondered why I decided to take the train, one of those impulsive decisions based on some insane gut feeling. I looked out the closed windows only to see nothing as water drops covered the glass .I grabbed my phone and the voice brought me a smile.

By the time I reached the door to my compartment I was drenched, the downpour was heavy. It was like the water that had filled the skies to the brim wanted to just burst to its liberty today, dance in the open air, cleanse the cities and bring a smile to me. I entered the train and was making my way through the rows to my seat when my eyes saw him. The emotion that filled me is unexplainable. He saw me too. He seemed confident of what to do as he came forward towards me with a smile. That smile. I had almost forgotten it but yet it seemed so much a part of me. Though the air was nippy and I was cold from the wetness in my skin, his smile brought me warmth, the warmth which he had given me all those years suddenly glowed in my heart. Though after a few seconds, I smiled back and made my way to him. We shook hands, almost hugged. Then, silence for a few moments.

“Here, let me take that!” he said. He took my medium-sized traveling bag from my hand and placed it on the luggage rack. As I found my seat I found out that he was sitting right opposite me. The insane gut feeling. After I settled on to my seat, he sat opposite me and we smiled. “It’s been so long! How are you?”. He replied,”Good. I recently met Shailu and she filled me in on most of you.” I said,”Oh, Shailu does have contacts with most from our class.”
As we talked on about what we were doing ,what everybody else we knew was doing I realized how comfortable this was, how easy this felt. I had imagined meeting him again and I had played out this scene a 1000 times in my head but never did I imagine it will be so easy, so simple, despite of our history, of the fact that it has been five years since we broke up.

We met in the beautiful campus of St.Peter’s. He was a year senior to me. But our similar passions brought us together in many a clubs and associations. Always on the same squad but always skirmishing about how to implement ideas we both agreed on. Most of the times we will work together and come up with the most wonderful concepts, only to end up fighting on some trivial matter about the execution. Similar thoughts but different styles was the point. Through all of this, somewhere along the way, we had fallen in love. And we didn’t even have to say it to each other it was just something that we both realized. We became part of each other.

The conversation carried on as the rain lashed out on the closed windows. Suddenly, the smile on his face brightened and he got up. He moved as she came and took the seat right opposite to mine. He sat next to her. She was beautiful and they looked very good together. Though I figured she was, when he introduced her as his wife my heart paced up. She had a warm genuine smile, the kind that will make you feel good no matter what.
I said I hadn’t known he was married and congratulated them. I sounded truly excited and happy.

The three of us talked. She told me about their meeting and marriage and I told her about him in college. He listened, correcting facts, denying my stories. It was a pleasant conversation that was picking up just as the train was picking up speed. As I watched them I suddenly thought I would have maybe I should have, been in her place. If things hadn’t changed the way they did I would have been his wife. But looking at them made me realize how perfect this is. They were lovely together; they looked like they were in love and they were.

We were lovely together. Everyone knew about us. Everyone thought we will be the couple to make it to the forever category. We looked like we were in love everyday for the four years we were together, one year of which he was in a city far away. We made that work, a long distance relationship between a final year student and a busy new trainee. On the day of my farewell party he came down and surprised me. He took me to the lonely station near our college and proposed to me. He promised me in words the forever I knew he promised with his heart all these years. And I said NO!

As the rain continued despite the train moving through new towns with isolated stations so did our words and my thoughts. He had introduced me to his wife as a college mate, but I think she knew. There was a smile on my face that was sincere. I was happy for him. But there was also a pain in my heart. As silly as it was to me, suddenly, all I wanted to do was scream and cry out loud. The tears came close to bursting out the confines of their glands but some force stopped them. I played with my ring, looked out of the window, looked at the small kid trying to eat his sandwich but my eyes wandered back to them and my mind was swept back to the twin thoughts.

As I said it was only a three hour journey. In no time my stop was there .As the train pulled into abandoned station he helped me with my bag to the door. Before, I had told my bye-bye’s to her and asked them to keep in touch, hoping in my heart that they did not. The train stopped and I got down .He got down with me and handed me my bag. As we stood, face to face , my eyes finally gave way to those tears .He hugged me. A second later the guards whistle started screeching and he got back on the train. With that warm smile of his, he waved and I waved back hoping that this moment does not repeat once again. An insane gut feeling telling me it will not.

He was stunned. He looked blank as I tried to figure out what I had just said. After I said NO, I had given him an explanation of sorts as to why I made this choice and I know it made no sense to him because it didn’t make sense to me. It had been raining that night and after hearing me out he had looked at me and smiled. That was what I didn’t need then and the tears flowed out as suddenly as the rain stopped. He got up, hugged me. As the horn of some car screamed, breaking the silence that surrounded us, he left me. Held my hand for a second smiled that smile of his and walked out. Leaving me alone with this decision I had made based on some insane gut feeling in the same lonely station where we once walked with our hands bundled together.

I stood in that pouring rain. The water seeping through my clothes and was clinging to myself. My hand held that wooden bench in the corner of the desolate railway station, which was getting sopping in the water. If you were to hold your palm out and

catch the water that dripped off my face. If you were to pour a drop of it down your throat, the saltiness in it would be evident. The tears were pouring with a fury greater than the rain. The train made its way out of the station. The tears stopped flowing. It was like my senses had taken a break The rain had also softened to a drizzle. As I stood there watching the now distant train I felt a hand on my shoulders. And there he was with this smile of his. I hugged him and whispered ‘I missed you, I need you and above all I Love You’. A soft voice whispered back, ”I love you too”.

I came back to reality and saw the girl next to him, his wife. He understood my quizzical look and giggled. He muttered, “Shivani (that's me), meet Kaajal, my colleague and part of the drama enacted to get my love back”. I smiled and punched his arms. We walked out of the station, hand in hand. And I felt warm . I felt the glow inside my heart that has been there for the last one year I have been married to him. An insane gut feeling also lead to this decision .The rain drizzled on, making someone complain, and bringing a smile to me. My life was changed once again, in the same Deserted/Neglected Station.

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55 Fiction - #36

2010-09-14T23:29:00.002+05:30

Everyone knows about 55Fiction I guess! 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.

A MESSAGE

Shailu thought of writing a review later. The man sitting beside, sighed "Goooood Filmmmm".

She must be prepared for the next show. The SMS read, "Mike gave this no. Rs.4550"

She replied, "Fine. Wait outside"

Wiping her mouth, retouching the gloss, she came out. In the blinding daylight her father's face sent her reeling.

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55 Fiction - #35

2010-09-12T11:05:00.010+05:30

It has been a long long time since I tried my hands with 55Fiction. Leo, the amateur poet wanted me to write a 55ficion for a long time! And now his wish is going to get satisfied.

The Irony

He sat alone in the corner, tears streaming down his face.
His wife died this morning, leaving behind a month old son.
At a distance, the ring of the bell followed by a deafening applause registered in his ears.
He put on the mask and thought - "Life is not always funny as a circus clown".

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Return

2010-09-04T00:39:00.013+05:30

Hey Thank you so much everyone for making me the BATOM!! No words to describe the moment!

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She walked in, hair swaying in the wind, eyes glancing across the half crowded coffee shop, with a bunch of red roses gripped tightly in her hands. A cat whistle shrilled from across the table where she rested her grip on the flowers. A couple of gawky teenagers couldn’t hide their excitement and let their jaw drop (along with the glass of cold coffee) at the sight of the flower girl. She looked up, sharp eyes, lined with kajal, the type that makes the eyes look even more expressive than how it is on a lazy Sunday morning. On second thoughts, the morning face, Sunday or otherwise always wins ‘pants down’.

The flowers found a place on the table and one got to see her fingers, beautifully manicured, the ones that would have experienced the choicest of creams, lotions and moisturizers, the ones that always smelt fresh and felt divine. The ones that were always not too far from sanitizers. The ones that had mehendi on them? Ah! She is married. About to be married? Or her friend just got married. Yes. That should be the case. Phew! That’s a relief.

She sat down at a table that could accommodate only two people. She is expecting company. The electricity just went off, thanks to the heavy rain. A few drops of rain cascaded down her forehead and fell on the table. She carefully took a tissue from her bag (didn’t even bother looking at the pile of tissues folded and placed on the table in a triangular shape by the waiters) and wiped her face, gently, not ruining the kajal. My heart skips another beat. She folds the tissue and places them next to the flowers.

“I’m there”, she said on the phone, that seemed to have magically sprung out of her bag and planted itself to her ears, when the mind was too busy deciding on her relationship status.
“Oh! Another half hour? Shit”, she cursed. The lips seemed so pure, so bright and so sensuous, that one could never expect words other than love, peace, hope, and bliss, let alone profanity. Those lips were meant for kissing, to be kissed than curse. It looked like a painting, perfect, symmetric, orgasmic with the blood red of her lipstick, like the painters final signature.
The waiter walks up to her table and places a candle and she smiles at him. It’s his lucky day. He walks away and she lights the candle with her lighter. The candle light falls on her face and the heart skips another beat. Her eyes shine. The light keeps shifting, thanks to the wind; it plays a pattern on her face. Her nose ring twinkles. The light is blinding, making me turn my gaze away from her for just a moment.

She is trying to catch the attention of the waiter. Unaware that she has everybody’s attention. She does realize it. She signals him to get her a hot cappuccino; you could see her pinky sticking out, while she signaled. The coffee arrives in what felt like milliseconds. She looked awkward trying to open the sachet of sugar to add to her coffee. She spills some on the table-the coffee and the sugar. She looked up to see if someone saw her clumsiness.

Her eyes met mine. I smiled. She was still for a moment before a gentle smile escaped her lips. The candle light was playing tricks. The light and shadow was just too much to handle. I gently nodded my head to greet her. She hesitantly waved back.

I went back to scribble on the tissue paper, the one I had in front of me from the moment I came into the coffee shop. I wanted to write something. In fact I wanted to just keep writing. I had something to write about.

The coffee shop began filling up. The rain was getting heavier and water was dripping from the roof above. People were trying to squeeze into any available space. Tables looked crowded. Privacy could be forgotten. At least till the rain stopped. The air smelt wet. The voices became loud and conversations from every table could be heard clearly. No one went near her table. She still stood out. Alone, beautiful and mesmerizing.

Ever so often, I looked up to see her. I just couldn’t stop. I would then smile to myself and then get back to writing. My coffee was getting cold, partly due to the weather and mostly because I never bothered to drink it.

“What? You’re stuck? It’s pouring here and what do you want me to do?” she spoke on the phone once again. Frustration was written all over her forehead. I could see the lines forming on her clear face. She shook her head and disconnected the call. And I’m certain I heard her swear one last time before hanging up the call.

She glanced towards the flowers that were on the table. She picked up a tissue and began scribbling something. A note I thought. She tucked the note to the flowers and called the waiter. She handed him the flowers and said something, the waiter nodded. He went back to the cash counter, carefully holding the flowers. She took a final sip of her coffee and got up, hand held over her head to protect her from the rain and strode out as briskly as she had come in just a while ago.

My heart skipped another beat. Do I go behind her? Maybe just talk to her? Would I be seeing her again? Questions flooded my brain. I was snapped out of my trance by the waiter.
“Sir, that madam asked me to give these to you”, he said handing me the flowers.
“Would love to read what you have written about me. Coffee tomorrow at 4?” it read with a smiley at the end.

My head really swirled that moment. I stared the lines I wrote in the tissue paper which had kindled her curiosity. It simply read, "Will she Return?". I smiled to myself.

Indeed it was a RETURN that is going to change my life.

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GoodBye...

2010-08-07T23:24:00.015+05:30

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8.50 Am, Assistant Commisioner's Home:

It was not the usual day for Assistant Commissioner Sukhdev Varma. It is the day every Indian soul was waiting for. JUDEMENT DAY - wondering what for? For the criminal, mastermind behind the worst bomb blast India has ever witnessed. "Get me that file saakshi", commanded Varma who was digging his laptop for the case details, nuances and the details of the witnesses to be examined today. 'Tinnggggg....Tinnggggggggg' cuckooed the wall clock 9 times. Varma eyed the clock by sipping the last few drops of his coffee.

8.51 Am, Thakeyur-e-Taiba's Headquarters:

"Amjad, kahan hai aap Idhar aao. Remote do Wajid. Mujhe seedha prasaran dekhna tha". Wajid who was seeing the film gave the remote to Wasim Khan, Assistant Leader of Thakeur-e-Taiba and eyed the time. It read 8.53Am. "Wasim baai, the hearing won't start soon. Don't forget its India" muttered Wajid with a wicked grin. Wasim looked angrily at him and shot back, "Chup Idiot. This is the case the entire country was waiting for and they are going to bring our chief to the court today. We will know his fate today. You don't seem to have even the slightest of tension. Chalo yehan se..ganda fellow.. "

9.02 Am, Supreme Court - Justice Chamber:

Lights, recorders, Mikes were found everywhere. Media was in full charge. Some gathered in front of the Judge's chamber to get a few tidbits from the justice's mouth. But Mohammed Ibrahim and Venkatakrishnan Raghavan the two judges who were handling this sensitive case were advised by ACP Varma not to get out. They both were discussing the vital points. That was when they heard the sudden commotion in the corridor. The police guards outside the room closed the room immediately and soon some of them even rushed into the chamber. Raghavan managed to ask one of the guard, "What happened? Any problem". He stopped and replied shortly, "They are bringing Aatif Khan and Ismail Rehman". Raghavan and Mohammed saw each other and smiled themselves. It was a routine procedure they do when a terrorist is brought to court.

9.18Am, Supreme Court - Trial Room:

ACP's car rushed in and Varma went straight to Judge's Chamber. While going he saw Rajkumar Pelleta, witness for the day. He escorted the two judges to the trial room. It was bustling with people spread all over the room. Some were hanging from the doors to get a glimpse of the most wanted terrorist. After the initial procession and formality, the criminals were brought into the room.

When both of them came, some shouted, some cried, some tried barging in. Policemen really had a tough time in managing the mob. "Try to control all your emotions. We are here for the final judgement to be given for the accused today. So try to calm yourselves", shouted Varma. The crowd tried to calm after hearing his power packed voice. Aatif and Ismail saw each other. Ismail eyed Varma and everyone assembled there with a vengeful gaze. Aatif pressed his hand on Ismail's shoulder and asked him to be calm.

Mohammed summoned Rajkumar to assemble and tell his part of story. Rajkumar was struggling with his hearing aid at one end of the room. Nobody sat near him. May be it was because of the scary look he had. With a half burnt face, with a trembling hands, he tried fixing it. He adjusted his specs a million times. He never heard what the judges spoke. He was in his own paradise. It was then a hand touched his shoulders. Rajkumar lifted his head slowly to face the smiling face of Sukhdev Varma. Varma took his hand in his and motioned him towards the witness stand.

"Am sorry. Never heard that you called me here. I lost my hearing ability during the blast 10 years ago. Varma sir told me that I should tell what happened on that fateful day. I am 75 years old then. I came to...no, went CST on that fateful day. It was my daughter's 25th wedding day and my grand daughter's wedding day. We all went to the station to bid farewell to her. She was holding her newly wed husband's hand. She came near me, bent down to get blessing along with the groom. It was then I heard the shot. My white shirt became red in a minute and my daughter fell to my feet with a hole in her head. My son-in-law went near this short, stout guy Ismail I suppose and gave a slap, but the next minute he was floored with the same. My grand daughter was shell shocked. Her husband dragged her and tried to flee away. I shouted at them to come back to me near the exit. But they went near the other side and only then I saw many rushing near that gate. But all friends of this guy blocked the way and stopped them from escaping. They caught hold of my grand daughter......", and he started crying uncontrollably. Judges asked the guard to give him water and asked him to sit on a chair. Because he cannot stand for a long time.

Ismail smirked on seeing his condition. After refreshing for few minutes, Rajkumar adjusted his spectacles and continued, "They shot randomly at everyone and everyone died on the spot. Some were writhing on floor. My grand daughter asked for water. I couldn't go there. I was made helpless. Every relative in my family died on the spot. That was when I started cursing the God. Then there was a heavy blast. I closed my ears with hands after that dreadful sound. I felt blood trickling down my ears and my face was burning like hell. I dozed off and when I opened my eyes Varma sir was near me. He was an Inspector then I guess. It was through him I came to know that Ismail the !@#$%^ &*()$%^ has been caught with a few injuries and was admitted in the same hospital. I rushed to see him. But I couldn't move. It was then I came to know one of my leg had been amputated. In this old age, with no relative to depend on, I was orphaned at that age. But doctors planned to fix artificial leg.". He stopped there and eyed Aatif and Ismail. Then he turned to Ibrahim and asked, "Can I ask speak with him?". Varma tried telling something in between. But Raghavan let Rajkumar to speak with him. Rajkumar spoke, "Aatif, you are the oldest among the two. Can I ask you something?". Ismail blurted out, "You Idiot shut the hell up. How the hell will you tell that you saw me with your blind eyes". 'SLAPPPPP'!!! Ismail's eyes failed to catch something with that ear tearing slap. It was Aatif. Everybody was stunned to see such a reaction and he asked Rajkumar to continue. Rajkumar continued, "Tell me, How old are you?? 20 years younger to me? Do you have a family? Batao..". Aatif cleared his throat for the very first time. Varma was shocked, because when Aatif was in the police custody too, never opened his mouth. He muttered, "Yes. I have 2 daughters and a son.". Rajkumar let out a smile and asked, "what you would've done if you had seen your daughter in that railway station?". Aatif kept his mouth shut. That explained things to everyone, Rajkumar smiled to himself and went away from that place.

10.50Am, Supreme Court - Trial Room:

Ibrahim and Raghavan discussed for a few moments and turned to Aatif and Islam to ask their comments. Ismail wanted to shout. But fearing another slap, he kept mum. Aatif's head hung low for most of the time. He eyed everyone in the room for the last time and nodded his head in the opposite way. Ibrahim continued, "Ismail was caught red-handed by Varma in CST. Aatif was caught in New-Delhi airport few years after their group accepted committing this. After examining all the witnesses thoroughly, we hereby sentence both of them to be hanged till death.". Aatif's eyes moistened and he heard everybody's sigh of relief. Some cursed them still. Rajkumar was wiping off the tears and was seen speaking to a photo, probably a family photo.

Aatif cleared his throat for the second time and told, "Sir, could you please help me? I want to speak to all of you and also to all my group members.". Raghavan consulted the CJI and decided to provide the chance to Aatif. When all the media persons rushed into the room, Varma caught hold of Aatif. When everybody started asking questions, he silenced everybody by waving his hand.

"Let me speak please. Am sorry for everything. Allah won't forgive me for what I have done. We did all this for Kashmir. But after being in jail for 3 years, this long time gave a inner gyaan to me. I want to tell Wasim something. Baai, lets leave all this. We certainly don't need a red Kashmir. Do we need? Lets dissolve our group and lets not fight anymore. I know you are seeing this live telecast. To all the Indians, I am asking an apology now. This doesn't mean that the judges are going to change the verdict. You are witnessing a changed Aatif. Am so sorry Rajkumar. Indeed I feel bad for what we have done to your wonderful, happy family. And many others. Goodbye Wasim, Goodbye Kashmir, Goodbye India. We will not disturb you anymore and you won't see any blood. Goodbye everyone". Entire country was stunned at Aatif's confession. It has never happened in India's history and will never happen. Varma and everybody saw Aatif with due respect. He was taken to the van. Rajkumar waved his hands to Aatif.

Goodbye Aatif (To the real human in you).

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MaFeCet

2010-07-31T23:04:00.008+05:30

Chris’s hands trembled as he raised his face from a microscope. His trembled hands went in search of water. He gulped down a tumbler of cold water. ‘What the heck is this! How the hell did I miss such a crucial information?’. “Eddwarrrddddddddd….come here. Its urgent”, cried Dr. Christopher Hauley, Head of Research and Development, MIT, USA. He was the headlines of the media few weeks before. That was when he found the rare and the most important drug, that one couldn’t have ever imagined in his entire life time. But it is the same drug that is going to floor him today. Edward McLean, Junior Research Analyst who is also the student of Chris came rushing in on hearing the shrill cry of Chris. Edward’s face went pale on reading the report Chris handed him over.

Neha Padwal tried adjusting the new salwar she got few days back. She felt bile juices flowing in the entire digestive system. Today her family is going to meet Ankit Sinha’s family. The Sinha’s selected Neha as the potrntial candidate/victim after filtering some 100 potential horror-scopes..err.. sorry for the typing error. It is actually horoscope, which not only reflects the position of the stars, also depicts the financial position of many girls. Than the former, the latter is the main factor the horoscope’s place is determined. Either the bin or the pooja room. Neha’s face was red. She felt shy, happy, sad, all at the same time. This is the first time, her horoscope got selected and her family has been called for an informal get-together. She felt a cold air near her ear lobe. “Hi Neha..”, ‘It is him’, she thought. “mmmmm….”.”You are beautiful. Do you like me? Shall I accept for this marriage?”. She mumbled with anxiety and happiness the same ‘mmmm’ and Ankit proudly told that he likes the bride-to-be.

“How we could have missed this vital point Chris. Am completely flabbergasted. If only….”. Chris ptiched in, stared Edward and said, ”For Christ’s Sake Eddie. No If’s, Buts’ and could have’s! Could you please think of a possible solution so that we could prevent that mishap!”. Edward took the paper, glanced it one more time and kept it in his pocket and reached for the same tumbler Chris used few minutes back. After a minute of deep thinking, Eddie raised his face only to find Chris’ deep blue eyes staring him. Suddenly all the blood rushed to his face on this stare. He always felt this effect on Chris’ stare. With all the confidence, he tried piecing his ideas. “How many people have taken in the drug eddie?”, asked Chris by caressing his bald head. “Four”, replied Edward in a hurry. Before Chris could proceed on with his questions, eddie replied, ”I will personally try to catch the four people chris”. Chris' lips widened a bit and a smile came out, with his hands reaching the tumbler.

"Kabhi kabhi aditi zindagi mein yuhi koi apna lagta hai" ringed Neha's mobile. Ankit's face with a broad smile flashed in Neha's mobile. She grabbed it immediately before anyone could see it. "Neha darling! Love you some much. Feel like hearing your voice. Speak something!", whispered Ankit. Neha's face flushed with shyness. This is the first time a guy is telling that he loves her. "Mmmmm....", mumbled Neha. "Honey, please speak something na?". "I too like you annn...ankittt". Ankit smiled on hearing it. It went on for days and days before their engagement. They both shared their intimate secrets with each other. Neha felt so happy. She was experiencing the power of love from her man.

The drug Dr. Christopher Hauley discovered is MaFeCet. After the most famous vaginoplasty surgery (Surgery to convert a man into woman), when MafeCet is injected into the body, the male hormone, Testosterone get suppressed and it increases the female hormones estrogen and progesterone in the body. Only after getting the approval from the four patients Chris injected the medicine. Only few hours back he found that the medicine spreads into the body of the male who have sexual intercourse with the converted girl. After this crucial finding, Chris' only job was to find the four person and stop them from having any relationship.

Rishi Padwal, Neha's dad kept the phone with tensed hands and wiped the sweat off his brows. His gaze met Neha's smiling eyes. Neha's saw Ankit's residence number and her instinct told the call would be regarding her engagement ring. Would Ankit's parents had made her dad to pay the entire amount for the engagement. Such a heavy amount for a night watchman would be so high. Neha reached her dad's easy-chair, sat near him in the floor and looked questioningly. Rishi kept his hand on neha's head and told the most shocking news of her lifetime. Ankit's parents saw a wealthy-educated girl for their and going to engage them tomorrow. That girl has finished M.B.B.S in USA. Neha felt the world around her were crashing on her. Her hands fumbled and like a pre rehearsed thing she called Ankit's number. But it was switched off. After 48 hours of trying, Ankit attended her call and spoke everything before Neha could open her mouth. "Listen Neha, I liked you the moment I saw you. But when I saw that girl for the first thought that crossed my mind was my career. I accept we spoke too much. Sorry for everything, Goodbye and all the very best". The manly voice of Ankit which Neha liked so much once seemed the most awkward voice she had ever heard. Ankit had created the same effect a tornado would create.

Edward came rushing in Chris' room and exclaimed, "Hey Chris, Mailed all the four guys and called 3 of them. But....". Chris beamed and the 'but' made him bit uneasy. Understanding Chris' look, Edward continued, "The last one Karun Gupta was your student". On hearing the name, Chris gave a familiar look and replied Edward, "Yeah, Karun, He wanted to experience the life being a girl and voluntarily came and injected the drug. What's up with him Eddie?". Edward swallowed the lump in his throat and continued, "Karun finished his studied and left the country". While all these conversations were going on in the laboratory, here in India, in all the gazette records Karun Gupta was being changed to Karishma Gupta. Karishma got married to Ankit Sinha. Ankit eyed Karishma who was happily sleeping by his side. He thought about all the things that happened last night and closed his face with his hands, with his cheeks turning red in shy.

With Love,

55 Fiction - #34

2010-06-26T12:21:00.003+05:30

Long long time since I wrote a 55Fiction! It has been 4 months since I wrote a 55F! And here am with a fiction! Just read it and let me know what you felt! Are you game? Go ahead and read this!

A TALE

Krish was a regular kid. He went to school, and hated math. Playing cricket was his passion. He would run to the ground, join his team after school and then they would play. He would grab the bat, stand and wait. And listen for bells on the rolling ball. His ears were his eyes.

With Love,

What's this?

2010-06-19T23:07:00.005+05:30

People!! How are you?? It has been a long time since I wrote a story and here am with one. This is dedicated for Saurabh Panishkar, AK, Sreya Ghosh, Venky who remembered me and in fact missed me. Also dedicated to everyone who still remembers this poor soul.

‘There is no us. There never was. And please don’t call me again or try and meet me. It’s over’. Those were her final words. He could still feel the intensity of her voice, the look in her eyes. It ended as suddenly as it had started. 'What's this', Shakti sighed heavily!

‘I have always wanted to show you this place’, Shakti said while holding Maya’s hands. It was love at third sight for Shakti. He saw Maya for the first time at a friend’s wedding. She was the bridesmaid and Shakti just had to be the best man. They hit it off so well like young teenage girls in a washroom. They had so much to talk about and so many things to explore.

‘I don’t get it man, you see a girl and you know her for three days and you say you’re in love’? Avinash barked at Shakti. That was the second showdown in as many days between the two men. Shakti had made his mind. He was ready to leave everything for his love. His true love.

Maya was everything that Shakti ever wanted in a girl. In fact Maya was someone who everyone would fall for in an instant. It had to be her eyes. Those big brown eyes, sparkling like a rare diamond every time a smile escaped her lips. Her hair falling soft on her thin face. The way she nonchalantly brushed those thin strands off her eyes with her fingers. The nose ring… Maya was sensual.

The last three days had been the best three days of Shakti’s life. He had never felt this way before. He had never felt attracted to someone so much before and here he was smitten completely by the beautiful Maya.

It was on the fourth day of their time together when they decided to go on a drive. Maya loved long drives, sunsets and the mountains. Shakti decided to surprise her when he showed up at her doorstep at 4 in the evening with some lovely orchids. He could see how happy she was to see him there. Her surprise was made even more fruitful when Shakti asked her to get into his car and they drove away towards Shakti’s farmhouse near Malay Hills, a 100km journey from Maya’s house.

The music in the car was Maya’s favorite. Shakti made it a point to do everything to please his lady love. He had remembered in detail every little piece of information that Maya had given him in the time that they spent together.

Shakti had his eyes locked into Maya’s expressive eyes and for what seemed like ages didn’t want to look elsewhere. Then it happened. Crash! A loud thud and the windshield came crashing in close to their face. Shakti ducked to avoid the broken glass from hitting his face and Maya. He turned around to figure out what had just happened and he brought the car to a screeching halt.

There was blood all around the car, the windshield, the seat and on the tar road near the car. What did he just hit? Shakti got out of the car and stood there confused, shivering and sweating profusely. ‘Maya are you alright?’ he asked. Maya. Maya. Where was she? What happened to her?

Maya was lying motionless in the next bed next to Shakti. She refused to talk to anyone. She had a fracture on her leg and bruises on her pretty face and elbows. Anoop on the other hand had three stitches on his chin and a dislocated elbow.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt that man. I didn’t see him there’, Shakti was trying really hard to convince Maya of the unfortunate incident. ‘You didn’t see him there because you were not looking Shakti. You were supposed to look at the damn road’, Maya was trying to make her point across, but barely managing a squeal. It was a difficult time for both of them. And they were dealing with it in the way they knew. Their friends decided to stay out of it and left the two alone in their beds and walked away promising to come and look them up the next day.

For three months after the accident, Maya refused to neither meet Shakti nor answer his calls. Shakti was left wondering why Maya was acting this way and he was feeling let down, disappointed and deeply hurt with the whole turn of events.

And the day when they did meet it made Shakti’s world crash in front of him, with him feeling sucked in with great force. Maya had come to his house on a Saturday evening dressed like she would on any given day. Lovely, sensuous and breathtaking. She stormed out of her car and walked towards the door. Shakti was on a phone call with a client and he stepped out with a cup of coffee and the phone to his ear. He saw Maya and didn’t know how to react. He could barely talk on the phone. He was overcome with emotion and it was a surprise that he didn’t think would ever happen. ‘I guess I might have to call you back’, Shakti managed to speak these words to the client who was on the line and disconnected the call and placed the cup of coffee on the table next to him and walked slowly towards her.

Shakti gave her a soft smile. Maya looked cold. She seemed cold and she acted extremely different.

‘There is no us. There never was. And please don’t call me again. It’s over’. Those were her final words. It ended as suddenly as it had started. 'What's this', Shakti sighed heavily!

With Love,

Meri maa

2010-05-09T14:07:00.005+05:30

This is my entry for Blogadda's Contest

Hi Mom,
It has been a long time since I wrote any posts on this blog, which once bubbled with so many posts compelling a serious task for the readers/my best pals in blogger-world. Corporate world is demanding too much from me mom. I don't want to play the sad tunes once again and earn your or my readers pity.
Here's the poem I wrote for you.

You thought-She's born from a dream
from the womb of ebullience
tearing through the skin of expectation
a bundle of abundance
bringer of life and light.

I think-You possess every element of nature;
knew the songs of the birds,
you understood the messages of the rain
When you look into the eyes of the sun
you are the one for whom the flowers bloom.

Every step of yours is consequence
there's magic in your hands
I realized this when you caress my hair,
when I cry out of pressure.

Whatever I do,
wherever I go,
You were there to console me,
Now, I dream that you are near me,
But the fact is you became a dream!

You are my world,
And you will be my world!
Forever!
Love you mom!

Maa, I need you near me, to wipe out my tears, to tell me you are always with me! Where can I find you mom? I miss you so much!

Happy Mothers day to you my lovely mom!

With Tear filled eyes & all Love ,

Your Daughter,

Fool

2010-04-03T00:00:00.004+05:30

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 9; the ninth 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.

Hey Fool, Can you look into a mirror now?
Can you feel my anger?
Can you live your life in peace after you have taken mine?
Can you feed your children with those hands?
Can you still feel my blood pouring down?
Can you forget how I screamed when you stabbed me with your knife?
Can you wipe that image off your head?
Can you make believe it never happened?
Can you peacefully go to bed?
Can you get away with the perfect crime?
Can you disregard your conscience?
Can you make it all right?
Can you make it all good?
Can you tell your friends about me?
Can you keep your dirty little secret?
Can you live with the guilt of losing a friend?
Now tell me, you Fool Can you?

P.S:I guess this will be the serious post on such a topic. Blame my mind for that! If its nice enjoy, else wait for the next blog-a-ton ;)

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With Love,

After a long time!!

2010-03-21T14:35:00.004+05:30

Hi friends, am writing a post after a long long time. You may wonder about my absence in this blogging world. My blog - Hits and Misses which had so many updates once is completely off the track now. Reason? MY JOB with a software company. It was the job I got in my third year of Engineering. Everybody knows the training schedule in a s/w company. So is my training too :(

But am really happy that, am no more Idle, wasting my time. But still, I can't write more posts now, like before. Hope I churn out atleast one post in a fortnight. I have so many regular followers, irrespective of my presence in their blogs. My absence for such a long time is this. Please Excuse me and hope my blog won't be forgotten.

I have 2 good news to be shared. The first one is am proud to announce officially that am an engineer :D :D. Yeah, my graduation day happened yesterday and it was an amazing feeling to meet all my old friends, college and lecturers. We really had a blast there. It was amazing.

The second nice thing that happened to me was now when I opened the blogger account just to see the comment of saurabh (From, stuffs I learnt today) about a great thing. Wondering what's that?? My 55 Fiction has been nominated in the Avant Garde Bloggies Award 2009 by Kanagu. What Saurabh told was that 55Fiction made it to the finals of AGB awards. I literally jumped out of the chair after seeing that! Click here to see that and search for Best 55-er genre. Wish me good luck and hope I win this :)

So guys, wishing You all a happy blogging and a wonderful time ahead. Hope to meet you all with a new 55Fiction or a story or another update. Till then, take care guys..

With Love,

TIME TRAVEL

2010-03-06T23:45:00.005+05:30

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 8; the eighth 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.

The year is 3867 and human race has settled in many other planets other than earth. The robots with artificial intelligence are now more intelligent than all of the human intelligence put together. The technology now enables to have a single 10.25mm chip to have all the known knowledge of the universe. The human race has mutated too fast that by this time, there are more than twelve subspecies in the species of “sapiens”. “Homo” had remained as the only genus to represent non-extinct beings in the “Homidae” Family.

Travel is at a speed greater than light but still E=mc2 doesn’t help much in time travel as imagined. Travel across solar systems is supposed to be done during week ends to visit relatives. Vineet was not much of a winner in this age and he usually dreamed of how his future would be. He had got his knowledge implanted from the Famous Massachusetts Institute of technology which boasted of being in existence for more than 18 centuries. Oh, I forgot as usual, Knowledge was implanted as study was calculated to be a time taking process. For his hobby Vineet explored across solar systems in low speed aircraft's to get a view of interesting planets and interesting sub-species.

And this was one of such trips when his space ship crash landed into a green looking planet. Luckily before his space ship went out of control he had signaled his position with a SOS signal. He stayed in his space craft for a couple of hours even after the crash before taking the risk to get out. He was thinking why the safety patrol hasn’t reached there yet. He took his first steps on the seemingly uninhabited planet. The energy producer of the space craft had stopped working. It was a bit dark as the “Star” was hidden by clouds. He roamed around and reached a sand filled place which looked like a beach shore except that the beach was missing and it was not a desert too as the sand was cold. He felt sleepy – he took his sleeping bag, got into it and slept.

He woke up feeling normal hunger. He was about to get up from his sleeping position when lot of arms clutched his arms and face. Vineet heard voices and when the arm around his face moved he was able to see eleven people with angry faces. When his implanted knowledge started getting him a few answers he was able to figure out that they were all of different sub-species of his own species sapiens. And thanks to his MIT knowledge he was able to figure out that now all 12 sub-species of the species “sapiens” were present in that place. At last somebody spoke “Leave him, he is just like us”.

He talked for some time and came to know each one of them had a similar experience of crash landing on this planet and they were suspecting some fool play. They talked to each other in a group, somebody shared his food. It was almost 24 hours since Vineet’s craft had crash landed on the planet. Suddenly they all saw a huge craft of the Safety patrol landing and soon they were carried to the patrol’s craft. All were seated in a cabin when a group of androids came in loaded with laser guns.

One of the androids spoke “Thanks gentle men for helping us. This will be painless because before you brain could sense the pain in any part of your body the brain itself would have vaporized”. Vineet would have shit his pants but instead the word came from his mouth, “Shit, what do you mean?”. The android replied “You were part of an experiment to test whether this planet is inhabitable by your species, you all survived for 24 hours or more so the test is passed”. Vineet got pissed off and said “what!!!! You test in-habitability with live beings? You people are Crazy or what?”

The Android replied “Yes, no technology has been honed to test in-habitability of your species, so we use live species that is you human beings. Moreover lab rats have been extinct for more than fifteen centuries, as far as any other queries ask your forefathers in hell, Good bye gentlemen”, "Damn with the android’s sense of humor", thought Vineet. And the laser guns moved swiftly and vaporized the twelve species.

Vineet’s brain flashed only one thought when he got up, “What’s the purpose of being in the future”. So next you kill a rat remember that its grand-grand-son could some day save your grand-grand-son..

P.S : Kindly bear with my first attempt in this genre (Sci-fi)

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With Love,

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Century and Not Out

2010-02-26T15:23:00.014+05:30

Confused with the title? This is not Sachin Tendulkar who writes about his 200* in the recent ODI series Vs hapless SA. Its me, yours truly writing her 100th post. The fact is, I never dreamed of writing my 100th post when I started blogging. But it happened today. With 105 followers, 99 posts already in my kitty, 6100+ comments, what else would I ask for? It was a dream run for me. I got so many best buddies through this blogging world. Its just evident from the new avatar you are witnessing in my blog. Yes the template! The Header of this blog is created my the Kiddie boy (Sid) and the template was re-designed completely according to my wish by my best buddy KK of Technoalley. Am exuberant, elated, excited and really feel honored. Thank you so much for extending your support and encouragement in this blogging world.

My 50th post was fully filled with awards. So, I thought I could repeat the same here too. But I wanted to do something different. Really different. So planned 3 things. One - A beautiful poem from an excellent poet, Two - What my blogger buddies felt about Hits and Misses in their journey, a review and Third - Awards. So lets start unveiling things before it could get so late.

Am really proud to announce the guest blogger for this grand occasion, Leo- The Poet churns beautiful realistic poems in a jiffy. When I asked him a poem for my 100th post, He told he will give me soon. But when I checked my Inbox an hour later, I was literally shocked to see this wonderful poem which he wrote on my perspective. So what are you waiting for? Go ahead and read it.

Words From the Poet : A hundred hits young this blog is today. I’ve not traveled much with Anamika (that’s what I call her) on her journey, yet we’ve become good friends already in our short yet interesting trip so far. Hits and Misses is where I come when I want to read a wonderful 55 fiction. It’s her forte I feel. I was just chatting with her earlier when she told me her 100^th post was nearing. I thought it’d be a fantastic 55 fiction maybe, but she asked me to guest post instead. So here I am, The Amateur Poet, in this very professional and beautiful blog, adding my voice to its many hits. (I don’t think there have been any misses.) A small poem, from Anamika’s point of view…

A journey began long back
Thoughts confined became free
Colophons many appeared
New world I now began to see
Started slow then began to fly
A dream I had to soar so high
Words have flown, experiences
I’ve shared, treasures found
Many hearts have welcomed
My space warmly into theirs

Long I’ve traveled these paths
Stayed in these hallowed halls
Yet my travels don’t end here
A place where I see desire
Where I seek continuation
Still my quest has not reached
Its zenith; a milestone on this
Path to endless celebrations
Shows a hundred spilt drops
Of shining ink, each a torrent

Before I take your leave, I just want to thank her for having me over here. It was a pleasure making this post on such a wonderful occasion.

AWARDS GALORE

:::BLOGGER BUDDY AWARD:::

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...

Chowla Ji, Kaka, RSV, Neha, Naveen, Ka nagu, 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, Amri t, 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, Tavish, Gyanban, Raksha Raman, Leo, The West Wind, J, Vivek, Meera, Kavya, Lani Kee, Black box, Vish, Neeraj, Karthikeyan, Anu K, Sandeep Balan, Vanessa, Pulkit, Harini, Roshmi Sinha, Sojo, Vinay, RajLakshmi, Tharangni, Madhu Rao, Gils, Saurabh, Lakshmi Rajan, TSW, Anwesa, Rammmm, Abhishek.

:::BEST BLOG AWARD:::

In my opinion, they are the best in what ever they do!

Dhiman, Bharathi, Madhu Rao, Gyanban, Neha, Pawan, Guria, Lost World, Swaram, Kanagu, Shruti@MM, Avada Kedavra, Leo, Shilpa Sharma, Shilpa Garg, Vipul Grover, The West Wind, Saurabh, Harini, Anwesa.

:::PASSIONATE BLOGGER:::

This Award goes to bloggers who enjoy what they are doing.. From Stories to Social Issues or funny things, they love writing it.

Mahesh Kalal, Vipul Grover, Sid, Neha, Kanagu, Avada Kedavra, Gils, Tavish, Sojo, Roshmi Sinha, Tharangni, Chatterbox, Pramoda, Rachana.

:::EXTRORDINARY BLOGGER:::

As the name Indicates, They are amazing in their own way. Be it philosophy or story or something, I just love reading them all!

Hary, Venky, Yvonne, Swaram, Lost World, Lakshmi Rajan, Gils, Shilpa Garg, Sid, Vipul Grover, Karthikeyan, Shilpa Sharma, Pra, The West Wind, Raksha Raman, Madhu Rao, Avada Kedavra, Kasabian Girl, The Aspirant, Guria, TSW, Ekam

I collected all these awards for the past one week. Though the number of awards is less, they really speaks a volume. Now coming to the third part, the opinions I got from all my fellow bloggers. They are all so sweet. Everybody replied me promptly and gave a briefing about this blog. If you want to read What they Felt,

CLICK HERE.

P.S : Am dedicating my Century to the Master Blaster who dedicated his' to the entire Country.

THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE SUPPORT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME TILL TODAY!

With Love,

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55 Fiction - #33

2010-02-21T21:51:00.004+05:30

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.

FINAL DESTINATION

He told his mom, "Mom, I bought a new house. We are going to vacate this house. Pack your things and get ready soon". She was exuberant.
The car sped off from the old building and stopped infront of a two-storey building. After donning her specs she read : S.P OLD AGE HOME Welcomes Everyone.

With Love,

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Kids are always not Kids.

2010-02-16T23:37:00.006+05:30

Today morning I went to my cousin's house to wish his 6year old son Akshay, on his birthday. After initial conversations, he came running towards me and searched my pockets and my hands. I was confused by his reactions.

Akshay : Shruti, where is my gift? I was waiting to see it! You disappointed me.
Me : Ye kiddo, I have come here to take you to the toy shop. You can get your favorite Pokemon toys. OK??
Akshay : I don't want Pokemon toys, instead get me a Barbie doll please!
(I was surprised and shocked at the same time)
Me : But, why do you want a Barbie? You like dolls so much eh?
Akshay : Well none of the boys in my class have Barbie – so I want to be different – its good to be different na?
Me : !!!!???!!!

After this conversation I took him to the shop and got him a Pink Barbie (He is different!). After coming home, we were watching the news channel which was relaying the coverage from Sasoon Hospital, Pune. I saw him running away to Lord Ganesh's statue. The curiosity in me reached its peak and I followed him there. He was reciting some sloka's and started praying "God please stop these terrorism. Save people with your mercy. God please keep not only Haasil's daddy but all the people out there safe, hail and healthy.". Later I came to know that one of his classmates' - Haasil's father was injured in the bomb blast happened in German Bakery, last Saturday. I was completely moved.

Later, while having lunch the topic changed from Barbie doll to bomb blast to the recent films we saw. My cousin told they all went to see Avatar. Suddenly Akshay started conversing with me.

Akshay : Know what Shruti? All the Aliens we saw in Pandora land was having tail. Are there any aliens out there in real life?
Me : Well some think so...
Akshay : Lets think those aliens are living. But how do they look like? The one in the movie?
Me : No they are imaginary characters.
Akshay : I think there are aliens many galaxies away from ours. But they will never come to earth!
Me : What?? Why won't they come here??
Akshay : Hehehehe!! Poor Shruti!
(I still couldn't understand why he laughed at me)
Me : You are laughing at me? Huh... Why are you laughing? Tell me..
Akshay : What is the name of our galaxy?
Me : Milky way.
Akshay : Yes! There is a big problem. They think our galaxy is just milk split in the sky
Me : So?
Akshay : That's the problem. They may think it, I mean the milk in milky way is stinky spoiled milk and never come near it. So there will never-ever discover earth.
Me : !!!!???!!

Though he related milk and milky way, the retrospection of those lines proved me another big fact! Read it again, you may find the truth about the races present here. (I deduced it as, the spoiled milk is the place we human beings live in. Its spoiled because all the natural resources are depleted). Kids are always not kids. They prove us something worth, which we fail to see or which we fail to understand in our mechanical life.

With Love,

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55 Fiction - #32

2010-02-12T16:54:00.004+05:30

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.

LOVE STORY

He picked his lifeless mobile, swirled it, pleading it to come to life. He was awaiting the response from her, for the proposal he made yesterday (a day before V-day)
Ring!
He grabbed the phone, cleared his throat and squeaked a hi. Bated Breath. Silence.
“Sir, do you have a HDFC credit card?"

With Love,

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What If...

2010-02-06T16:12:00.009+05:30

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 7; the seventh 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.

It was the last day of their college life. Shraddha was sitting in the lawn waiting for her friends. A sudden gush of wind made her dhupatta fall from its destined location. She cautiously took it from the grass and adjusted it again. It was then she saw Krishna waiting in the corner of the lawn. She was damn sure that he was looking at her. All these years, She had noticed him as the serenest guy in the entire class. But he never spoke with Shraddha. Shraddha decided to tell him a Hi on their last day.

When he saw Shraddha coming near him, he stood up and turned the other side for adjusting his shirt and face. The light perspiration on his forehead was the indication of his tension. He heard Shraddha's voice calling him. He turned and saw her face closely within a few steps. This was the most breathtaking scene he had ever witnessed. She said, "Hi Krishna. Its the first time we are speaking though we are classmates. Strange and weird na?". He acknowledged her by just nodding his head. The moment she was about to continue, Krishna continued, "Wait Shraddha, let me open up! I wanted to tell this for many days. But I didn't have the guts! But know what? I love you. I love you so much. Am loving you from the first day I saw you. I even know that you love Ajay. But he is not a good guy". Shraddha was burning with rage and she continued, "Stop it Krishna! You don't have the rights to speak about Ajay! He is my Ajay forever. Now get the hell out of here and go away! Wait, don't try to woo me!"

After 4 years, Krishna saw Shraddha on the 3rd floor of the mall in the same white salwar he saw on the last day. He entered the lift and told "3rd floor". When the lift's door opened, he saw Shraddha waiting for the same. He went near her and called out her name. She turned around and almost tripped on hearing her name uttered by some guy. Before Krishna could speak up Shraddha's sight was blocked by her own tears. They both went to a coffee shop on the same floor. It was Krishna who spoke first. "So Shraddha! How is life? By the way, where is Ajay?". She looked at him questioningly and said, "I don't know anything about that bloody @#$%^&! You were right that day! I shouldn't have listened to him.. But you know? I loved him so much and it was the love that shrouded me and prevented me from hearing out to you, even to the love you expressed on the last day."

She narrated the entire incident that happened after the last day. "We both loved each other so much! Like crazy people do, we went out for long drives, Continuous chatting and movies.. It was till Ajay's dad introduced him to Maya, the only daughter of an Industrialist. From that day, the time he spent with me is less than what he spent with Maya. Many of my friends told about these things. But I believed him completely till the day I saw him with Maya. That too...that too when they both were k....". Shraddha wiped her tears with the tissue Krishna offered. By then, she regained her composure and continued, "I went near Ajay and slapped him right there before Maya's eyes and came back! Later, that evening Ajay came to my house. At first I thought he came to pacify me. But he came there to invite me for his engagement with Maya. He also told the love he had on me was a time pass."

Krishna consoled her and asked about her life. She replied about the job she is doing. When he asked about her marriage or any proposals, Shraddha didn't answer. But She didn't fail to notice the spark in his eyes! She herself gave an explanation to the spark, 'May be the love he has on me or the inquisitiveness to know about the other guy?'. She plainly said, "There is no space for any other guy in my life again!". Krishna understood her stress and assured her that he will be his best friend forever! Shraddha thought, "What if I had met Krishna before Ajay" and wiped her tears. They left the coffee shop, each having different thoughts and so many What If's clouding their mind.

***********

"What if the producer didn't accept this script? What if I didn't get SRK and Kat's dates?", Sighed the new director who reviewed his script for the umpteenth time.

P.S : This is completely my take on the topic. Comments having abusive language will NOT be accepted.

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With Love,

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He-She

2010-02-05T14:32:00.004+05:30

Something is not in the way it should have been. I am taking a break in between my posts and more irregular in my friends blogs. Wish am regular from now on. Recession has finally hit the blogging world. Everywhere, I mean in many blogs authors are complaining about the lack of readers and their enthusiastic comments. Am no exception. The crux of this story is a real thing which we witness one day or the other. But this is a fiction. You will understand once you start reading it.

He opened his eyes when the sunrays caressed his face from the slightly opened curtains. The thought of yesterday's night sent a tingling sensation throughout his body. He thought, 'Really marriage makes a man complete'. He smiled to himself and saw the sunrays escaping from the red and yellow striped curtains. He turned and hugged her sideways. To his surprise his wife was wide awake. She lifted her face from the pillow and gave a brushed her lips softly in his cheek.

She got up and bundled her freely falling hairs. "At what time should we vacate this suite?". He changed his position in bed and said, "We have taken it for the wedding night only. So we can be here till 9Am I guess. That's what the manager told me". She nodded and let a faint smile. She went to wash her face. The smile which escaped her lips bothered him so much. 'What happened to her? I thought she was happy last night. But now..', his thoughts broke half way when he heard the bathroom door open.

She ordered coffee and sat in the couch after switching on the TV. She was completely lost in thoughts. He got up, came near her and sat on the same couch. He hugged her in the same sitting posture and asked, "May I know what's occupying your mind honey? After all its the first day after our reunion". She released herself from his grip, stood up and reached the balcony. He followed her and when he was about to start the conversation, the room service brought the coffee they ordered. He signaled the room service and thrust a 100 rupee note and asked him to leave.

She came inside the room and poured 2 cups of hot, steaming coffee. "You generally have black coffee or you want cream?", she asked. He wanted to impress her and make her feel comfortable from the very first day. So he uttered, "Whatever you wish...". She cut him short by saying, "I asked you want cream or not". He was shocked by her instant reply and said, "You hav....have yours. I will mix mine". Again she smiled at him and mixed cream in both cups and gave one to him. He wiped the perspiration that has formed in his head and took a sip.

She made weird patterns in the cup and was staring at the TV news. He asked, "Please let me know what you are thinking. I will try to resolve it". She shook her head by muttering, "Nothing darling" and took a sip from the cup. That Nothing again made him feel uncomfortable and tried guessing her thoughts. But he never knew the fact - Men are capable of even understanding the most difficult theories of nuclear theory than knowing/predicting/understanding what's running in the girl's mind.

She took her cup and moved to balcony and saw him lost in thoughts. She said, "What's my cost darling?". He was flabbergasted by this monologue and asked, "Whatttt?". She replied calmly, "I want to know the amount my parents have given you, or should I phrase it as hmmm... Wait......yeah, the amount you guys asked from them for having me". He licked his dried lips and kept the coffee unfinished in the table. She was expecting a reply but silence was the answer she got in the end. She came inside, kept the cup on the table and continued, "I am working as a system architect like you and earn as much as you do, in fact better than you do. But still you want dowry. Cant this wedding night be more satisfying if it took place in our 2 bedroom flat? Half a lakh for the royal suite we took in this star hotel for enjoying the wedding night. But that would have been more contended than this. Why do people still expect that the bride's family should spend their life's earning for the marriage along with dowry? I never wanted to tell you this. But I can't tolerate if my dad cries. From the royal suite to the reception, everything my dad spent. He is almost a pauper now."

She broke down after letting her heart speak out. He let out a deep breath and went near her. The moment he hugged her from behind, she turned and buried her face in his chest and started weeping continuously. He kissed her forehead, took her face in his hands and told, "Hey honey, stop sobbing. I understand you very well". She told thanks amidst her sobs. She took her bathrobe and went for taking bath. He understood her well.

He dialed his father in law's (FIL) number. At the other end, his FIL promptly attended his call in 2 rings. After exchanging pleasantries, FIL asked "How is the suite? You both are comfortable I guess. If you have any inconvenience tell me. I will speak with the hotel people for giving you the convenience you asked for". He shot back immediately, "The suite is absolutely fine and we love it uncle. Actually I called you to ask about the Honda Civic car you have promised to give me during the marriage". The old man felt a lump in his throat. He replied, "I have booked the car. But am expecting payments from two places. Will pay the full amount within a week and I will make sure that you get the car after you come from honeymoon".

He told, "Yeah mom told last night about this. I called you to tell something else uncle. I don't need the car...". The old man's heart skipped a beat and he was excited. While he was searching words to thank his son-in-law, he continued, "Instead deposit the amount plus some 5L in my account. If I get the car, your daughter will think that as a dowry. But this way, she couldn't find unless you tell her. I know you won't tell her. And don't forget to deposit the amount within a week". Again the old man's heart skipped a beat and he struggled to find words. Tears flowed freely and at the other end his SIL let out a sigh of relief. He checked the bathroom door and heard the closing of shower. He thought, 'She won't know this - Forever'. He understood her very well.

P.S : These kind of things are happening still. When the society going to change?

With Love,

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3. Virtual Games

2010-02-02T10:08:00.003+05:30

Well, Hits and Misses is proud to have a multi-faceted personality on board. To tell about this blogger, she is creative in her posts and argues well with everyone to make her point clear. May be its the nature of her profession! As her blog's About Me says, she is an A Lawyer(Oh yes, she is!), an avid reader and a learning blogger (Already she is a well renowned writer who is adored by everyone.. If you don't believe me ask Guria of MM.). A wonderful friend of mine. The Lawyer and The blogger is none other than Neha Thakkar Silam of Neha's Blog. Infact, she wrote this article a month back. But I misplaced the article and found it minutes back on my writer. Sorry Girl! Oh yeah, I forgot about her name. Neha was re-christened as Nehatrix and some call her Neha-full-of-trix. Now off to the article..

Well, all you hopeful souls, I am not going to give you the name of sites from where you can download various games for free; nor I am going to talk about only Farmville here! But I am going to write about my experiences with these games and gamers.

Virtual game plays a role of “other woman” in my life guys! Yeah I am not exaggerating here at all; for my husband is hooked to it more than anything or anyone else (read ‘me’) around him. He has a huge collection of different racing games and cricket. And I wonder; what’s there in it that people forget everything when the joystick or the mouse is there in their hands. And those few dedicated gamers – their bodies take left and right turn with the car they are controlling. And shit follows way too often; that too orally!

And there goes Cricket – Cricket 2004, 2005, 2008, Ashes, Brian Lara and such; with various tournaments, T20, test matches, customized player option, cheering crowd, commentary by Tony Graig, and again those oral shits! Those who are reading me for the first time; here is a news for you – strange but true; I am a jinx for our Indian Cricket team. Whenever I have seen any match played by India, India has lost! It is true people. I have tried a lot to watch it thinking it is just a coincidence and India has lost each time! Hey don’t get up from your seat and leave to hunt for me; for I have long back stopped watching our matches live! Why I mentioned it here – well my power works in case of virtual games too. Whenever my dear husband is playing cricket on PC and I enter the room or I look at the monitor, his team loses the wicket or the opposite team hits a four or six; or his team drops the catch! Now a days he seldom plays cricket in front of me; but NFS is still going strong.

Then there is Farmville these days! There are other games too, but none as popular as Farmville. People beg friends to send them trees, pigs, goats, decorations and such other things. The status messages beg too; so does the phone calls. Even blogs are full of Farmville posts. Don’t believe me? Well Contact Kaddu and Shilpa. They have forbidden me from commenting on their posts on Farmville as I don’t play that game anymore! Sigh, these games are taking away my right of freedom of speech!

I simply dislike these games as you tend to run behind them; they make you an addict; you even ignore your better half on holidays! Don’t you all girls think that the cricket and racing games should be banned? And don’t you all guys think that Farmville should be banned? Rest of you who play both; well do I need to say what is to be banned?

Oh one thing I forgot to mention. It’s me who has gifted all those game CDs and DVDs as gifts to my husband!

55 Fiction - #31

2010-01-26T00:00:00.001+05:30

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.

CHILD WELFARE

It was a grand Fund-raising party organized by a Volunteer of child welfare. Everyone was speaking about child labor and the tortures those kids were facing. They called it as A Toast for the Helpless Kids.
After the party, the little kid came to take and wash away the used plates.

With Love,

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55 Fiction - #30

2010-01-23T23:08:00.004+05:30

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.

LETTERS

It was the last letter. She wanted to finish it soon.
It read : “I’m sorry mom – I loved him...”
It was punctuated by many sobs from the old lady.
“.... I can’t live without him, and so I’ve decided……… ”
She broke down – like she had every day for the past twelve years.

With Love,

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My Love

2010-01-21T22:37:00.003+05:30

I saw him today morning. It happened when I was waiting for my friends in a coffee shop. The place was quiet except for some mobile sounds. But the amount of people that trickled into the coffee shop later ensured the silence was broken. My taste buds wanted to taste coffee and eventually I was tempted. While waiting for my friends, I tried drawing whatever I could se on the clear skies

As I continued staring at the clouds on the sky, I saw a pattern. A pattern that has happened before. A pattern that will happen again. I smiled to myself, look around and see the faces around me. Some were immersed behind their long talks and their mobile phone. Some glaring straight back at me and a couple of faces even staring at me and my paper (where I was drawing). I tried capturing the entire pattern of the clouds in paper. A little kid walked to me and asked for the pen. I looked at his innocent face and smiled at him. His eyes were lovely. They were wide open. It was round, with a slight shade of green. I could see myself in those eyes. I could get lost looking at them. I bent down and went on my knees and asked his name. He muttered "Akshay", with a few fingers in his mouth and drawing patterns on the concrete floor with his tiny toes. I lifted Akshay up and asked him, "would you like to sit with me for a while?". He smiled back. A smile so radiant, and I was in love with him that second. It was a beautiful feeling. I heard someone call his name. I turned around with Akshay in my arms and saw four people smiling at him while sipping on their coffee. I smiled back. One person got up from the table and came near us.

I didn't want him to come and take my love away from me. Not so soon atleast. The man walked upto me. He said, "Hi.. Is he being a brat?". 'Brat? Oh come on!', I thought. I said, "No way. He is a cute kid". I smiled. "You can have him. But would you by any chance have a pen?". I was thinking, 'I would give you my pen, would you give him to me?'. I wanted to give everything I had and just walk away carrying Akshay in my arms. I was thinking where I would take him. I was thinking about the conversations we would be having. I was thinking about the rhymes that I could share with him that I learnt back in school. I was thinking about... "Can I have your pen?", the voice said and burst my bubble. I offered the pen and continued to look at the innocent smile of my love. The man walked away leaving him with me. I literally thanked my stars.

Akshay kept looking at me and smiling. I kept looking at him and I was smiling too. He took my phone that was lying on the table and asked me what it was. I told him it was a mobile and you could talk to people with it. With his sweet voice, he said "I thought you speak with your mouth". I loved him even more more now. Handsome, Sweet, Radiant, Intelligent and a sense of humor. It was all too beautiful. 'A perfect match for me and my character. Wish he was born before 25 years! If it was the case, he would have been my dream guy'. A metallic voice brought me back to reality, "My papa has one too", he said. I asked him what his papa had. He pointed at my phone. I didn't know what to say, so I smiled again. He found that funny. Guess he had never seen someone who was smiling so much. He didn't know the spell he had cast on me. "Do you have a scooter", he asked me. I was confused. But he pointed at the helmet lying on the chair. "Yes, Akshay I have one!". He said, "My papa also has a big motobike". I love it. But he won't allow me to touch it". I replied, "Akshay, you are a kid now, when you grow up, you can have one too". He smiled and looked at my helmet.

His papa came again. He placed the pen on my table and came close to Akshay and lifted him away from me. He smiled again and walked away. I was helpless when I saw my love being taken away from me. I could see his head bobbing up and down while his papa walked away. As he neared the gate, he turned back, smiled at me and blew a kiss. I sat there waiting for my friends with the thoughts of MY LOVE - Akshay..

With Love,

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55 Fiction - #29

2010-01-20T01:56:00.001+05:30

Hope everyone knows what a 55Fiction is right?! So read the 55Fiction and let me know what you feel about it!

FATE??

He was astonished on seeing the big malls, skyscrapers. He told himself, "I will be working somewhere here in next 2 years". A gang rushed past him and he was floored. Bystanders pitied him. He was confused. When he tried getting up, he saw blood trickling from his abdomen. The gang shouted, "Have it blackie"

With Love,

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A letter

2010-01-17T19:32:00.000+05:30

I don’t know whether I can stop thinking about you. In fact I don’t think I want to...

He sat down in a coffee shop and began writing a note to her.

There have been times in my life I have sulked for meeting some people, sometimes I was happy. But I felt blessed, happy, puzzled, excited the day I met you. Some have stayed on for a while and some left in a hurry. But you’re the one whom I love (d) with all my heart and I don’t think I have ever felt this way before. I have wanted to tell all this to you for a while now, but never really got along doing it. Enough is enough. Today, I just want you to know how I feel about you.

After taking a deep drag from his cigarette he thought for a while and continued writing.

I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight. Because my feeling towards you had already started even before I met you. I saw myself smiling when I read a text from you; I pictured the glint in your eyes when you laughed while talking to me on the phone. The way you wrote to me in your mails, I could sense your presence next to me and the words flowing effortlessly. I thought the feeling was mutual, may be I imagined something? But I don't care, I liked you. That's enough for me as of now. Meeting you was the only thing left.

He tried taking another puff, but the cigarette had gone off by then. He lit it again and chucked the matchstick aside. Looking at the smoke, he smiled to himself and exhaled the smoke. He looked at the rings the smoke made. He thought for a second, 'Is this smoke trying to teach me something? Yeah, it indicates, life is a full circle, but smoke? My life is hazy..'. His eyes were moist.

What's all this that am going through now? If I have to put words to this feeling that am experiencing, it would have to be ‘Pain, a pain with some peace’, a pain which I don't regret for experiencing. I feel happy every time I think about you and it’s even more painful when you are not here with me. I want to tell you that you make me really happy. I want to see that smile on your face forever. I know I can make you smile. But do you think the same?

'Would she even read this? Would she understand all this, all my feelings?' Those were his thoughts while penning this for her. He stopped writing. He read the lines again and again slowly. He read it out loud. He paused and stopped in places where he wanted her to stop. He closed his eyes and saw her. A smile escaped his lips. She still had this spell on him. That's why he called her An Angel.

I remember the time when we sat in my house and spoke. About life, about your school days, chocolates, crushes, mom, dad, drinks, pubs, parties, the things which we want to do in our life, our goals, our plans. I remember the passion - passion to achieve in your eyes when you told me the things you wanted to do in life. It all seems like yesterday that you were with me. And now when I think about it, I feel that it has been a while since I saw you or heard from you.

He was feeling emotional now. His hands were trembling. The third cup of coffee that he had ordered was now cold and almost over. The packet of cigarettes that was on the table next to him was almost over and ash tray was full. He closed his eyes again and was thinking about what to write next. He thought and slipped back to the past, He saw her standing in those salwars before him. Looking as beautiful as ever. Tringgg... Tringgg his mobile rang continuously. He shook his head and came back to the real world. He switched off the phone and settled down for writing.

I want you to know that I will always be there for you, yeah honey, forever. And I want you to be happy in life. I want you to go out there and achieve everything that you always wanted to. I want you to know that everything that I have ever told you I meant with all my heart. I want you to…I want you. I love you so much sweetheart, my Angel.

Without his knowledge his love for her, a drop of tear escaped from his eyes and signed the letter. He took one long look at the letter and sighed. He folded the letter and scribbled 49 on the back of the cover. 'One more and I will hit a half century'. The thought made him give a weak smile.

He placed the cover in a bag. There were a bunch of covers in that bag. He placed this one next to number 48. He finished the last cup of coffee, paid the bill and left the shop. On the way he took a long puff and smiled at the swirls it produced.

With Love,

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55 Fiction - #28

2010-01-15T12:14:00.009+05:30

Here comes my 27th 55 Fiction! So everyone knows what a 55Fiction is right?! So read the 55Fiction and let me know what you feel about it!

IN HEAVEN...

She died in a gory accident and reaches heaven.

She : God, I want to live long.
God : Your time is over, kid!
She : Fine, you have a computer with internet?
God : Why?
She : Yes or no
God : No
She : Gosh, I have to moderate the comments for the new post in my blog.
God : !!!???!!! *Faints*

That's the power of a blogger
How is this new genre?

With Love,

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D-Day

2010-01-09T23:44:00.014+05:30

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 6; the sixth 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.

Wajeed took the old black robe and wore it with pride. It was the D-Day. He never wanted this day to come in his life. In fact he never imagined. The whole country will be witnessing this. Every news channel will telecast. He took the thick glass with his shaking hands. 'The hands are shaking. Is it because of my impending age or this day?', thought Wajeed. He saw the old clock above the Teak cabinet. 'Time to leave this room and face the reality. Fine.. Let me go'.

Wajeed Iqbal, is the Chief justice of India (CJoI). He felt, he rose to this esteemed position because of the unbiased justice he gave. God wanted to check his fairness. That's why now he is here to give the final judgement, which the entire nation is expecting. The accused is Wajeed's only son Shafkhat - Shafkhat Iqbal. Before 3 years, Wajeed sent him out of the house for cheating with the college people and faking the marks. He expected that Shafkhat will return the next day. But to everyone's dismay he never returned.

Wajeed's family was doomed the day when the nation faced the worst terror attacks. It was Aaliya, Shafkhat's mom who first identified Shafkhat's face which was being televised in the news channels. After Wajeed threw him away from the home, Shafkhat joined a terrorist group. It was the same terrorist group that made the entire country witness a worst havoc. Many Jihad's died in that operation and he was caught alive by the police. The case was shifted to the supreme court and Wajeed has to give the final judgement.

Today Morning - Wajeed was standing before the mirror looking at his bloodshot eyes. He spent the entire night reading and re-reading all the law books wanting a single point that could save Shafkhat from the ropes. But law didn't provide a single hole that he could use to save Shafkhat from the ropes. Aaliya saw him from the corner of the room and came near him. She touched his shoulder. The mere touch sent a current through his veins and he turned back instantly and searched answers to his questions. She wiped his tears and told, "Allah will give you the courage and he will make you to give the right judgement Wajeed. But remember one thing, Shafkhat is our only son and I know you love him more than I do". Wajeed saw her as the epitome of motherliness. He got ready for facing the truth.

Now (Inside the Court) - The prosecutor was arguing and examining all the eye-witness. Shafkhat was standing with his head bent down. Wajeed wanted to save his son. But he is the CJoI. Here, he is the representative of 1000's of people who lost their kith and kin. He is the only ray of hope for them. They wanted justice, they wanted Shafkhat's death. Their rage told them all. Aaliya's unspoken words conflicted with his inner thoughts.

He was sitting oblivious to the courtroom. None of the sections, the prosecutor told registered in his mind. Every nerve of him wanted to save Shafkhat, though he is a terrorist. His mind had a dirty thought (Red) of saving his son, telling some fake reasons. If he choose that decision, the entire nation will spat on him. But his son will be alive. Aaliya would be happy. On the other hand, If he deters his previous decision (pink), Shafkhat will be behind the bars, counting his last days. The entire nation would be happy for Wajeed. But he cant face Aaliya after his gruesome decision. His level of prejudice is being checked here. The straight line between the two, Red and Pink decides it all. It makes him either human or demon. Suddenly, he was relieved of thoughts. He took a decision, The decision he wanted (yellow inside the head). He was happy. Extremely happy.

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 6; the sixth 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.

With Love,

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P.S : This is just a Fiction and It may differ from the actual rules of Indian Judiciary. Kindly Excuse me.

A New Life - 2

2010-01-07T13:24:00.004+05:30

You have read the first part of this story in my last post and this is the concluding part.. Hope you enjoy reading it.. To read the first part, Click here. Am really happy that many liked the first part and eagerly wait for the sequel. Here it is unfolding..

Riya called the office and said that both of them are taking the rest of the day off. She held Tara's hand throughout the taxi ride, back home. Once she opened the doors of her house, Tara broke down. Tears freely flowed from her eyes. Her tears knew no bound. As her tears broke all boundaries Riya held her in her arms. She rocked the shivering frame of Tara in her arms as she would do when her little daughters cried. She knew how to console them, but here she didn't. So she just held her and let her weep her heart out. She strongly believed that tears can make her feel light.

Riya left at about seven in the evening. Her husband had called her thrice since her kids had fever. By then Tara had stopped crying and she asked Riya to leave. She actually kicked Riya out with the promise that she would call her every hour and that she’d pick up her calls. Krish had called at some point and said he will be late. Riya spoke with him. But Tara didn't want him to know the results till he reach home.

Now she was alone. She was completely blank about the results doctor gave. The questions how, where, when, why ran through her head. Her head started banging. She bundled the free flowing hairs, wiped her face and got out of the couch. Now a little more cleared she stood at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and thought back. She thought about every injection she had taken. That should be the only way. She had never had transfusion and she was a faithful wife. And she trusted Krish. The doctor had said he should be tested too.

It frustrated her. She still didn’t know how. Infact she started doubting the results. Her mind kept telling her the only way it could have happened. Her heart kept denying it. No, her heart screamed each time her brain with all its resources said, Krish.

That night as the rain poured down, Krish entered his apartment completely drenched, calling out, "Tara where are you?! Why didn't you switch on the lights? Get me a towel na, am drenched".As he switched on the light he saw Tara sitting with a blank expression on the divan. He walked towards her, talking to her. He laid his hands on her shoulder, turned her towards him and told, "Tara.... Tara... What happened to you?". Tara’s ears only registered the rain. She freed herself from him and moved away silently wiping her tears. She showed him her report. He sat down and read it. Tears glistened at the edge of his eyes. He looked at her. She held her tears back and with her eyes and her soul asked him to say no. He just sat there with the tears that did not fall.

She stood up wiping her tears, picked her packed bag and walked towards the door. He ran behind her, trying to stop her. He stopped her as she opened the door. He said " Am sorry Tara. We should talk. Come to our house. Please Tara..". As she waited for the lift, he kept begging her to come in. As the lift doors started closing she muttered, "Go to a doctor Krish”. As the rain water hit down the taxi window, it secretly hid her tears that were flowing uncontrollably along the window pane too.

It has been three years since then. Tara is on medication. She cannot do a number of things herself. She has to take care of infections, even the normal cold’s. She works from home. Its not because colleagues in her office have an issue, its because it gives her time to do all the other things she is doing for herself. Even then she still has at least one fight with her boss everyday. That makes her relax a bit. She works with an orphanage for special kids. They are the kids with HIV- positive status. Kids who probably did not have too long to live. Kids love her. Krish had left her his life’s earnings before he passed away. It has been three months since his decease. Now she uses that money to help these kids realize their small dreams before their eyes close to a dreamless sleep.

~~~THE END~~~

P.S : Now do you accept this is a story that happens to someone near us?

With Love,

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A New Life - 1

2010-01-05T14:17:00.004+05:30

This is a story I wrote many days back. I have divided the story into two parts. The first part is published here and after 2 days the concluding part will be published. This CAN'T be considered as a complete fictional work. I have mixed up series of events that happened in many lives I have seen and wrote this story. This may not be your story. But this is certainly the story that can happen to the girl next door. Ahh, I gave in lots of information about the story I guess. So friends, off to the story..

The sun filtered in through the cream curtains. She had been awake for sometime but had stayed in bed looking at the balcony through the little opening between the curtains. She finally got out of the bed. The clock read 8. Breakfast had been made but Krish was nowhere to be seen. She picked up the newspaper and poured herself a cup of coffee. Krish came inside the room after a bath. He hugged her and gave a small peck on her cheek and said, "I have made breakfast and now I am going to get ready for office.” She smiled and told, "Am really lucky Krish. Chal, get ready and I will get your boxes ready".

Minutes later she was at the door seeing him off. “Hey my dear Husband, come back early. We have an appointment today. Don’t forget”. He got his keys and shouted, “Haan Haan dear I will come early though I wonder if you will be ready.” The lift he was waiting for reached their floor and the doors opened. She waved at her hubby. The lift door closed and she went back in.

Mrs. Tara Krish read the small sign on her door. She worked as an interior designer for a private firm. She went in to see that they were already 7 messages from her boss. She put down her jute hand-bag and went to meet him. She came back in some minutes from his room, muttering under her breath and gritting her teeth. Quite a usual ritual. Riya, Tara's best buddy came in and Tara started her monologue. “What does he think of himself Riya? Work late. Come early. Blah Blah!!”. Riya smiled.

Lunch meant meals with Riya and gossip about nothing and everything. And of course, a cup of piping hot coffee. That afternoon she told Riya that she had the doctor’s appointment. Riya said, "Thank God, finally you are going. I have been saying this for a long time and it dawned now for you. Anyways its ok Tara". That day after lunch she had a meeting and so her session with Riya was cut short. She just had two minutes for her everyday routine afternoon-lunch call from Krish.

It was Five in the evening. Krish was at their apartment ready and waiting. Tina’s meeting had extended slightly and the traffic also seemed to have decided to keep them from their doctor’s appointment. The phone rang and Krish picked it. It was Tara. She said, "I am coming directly to the clinic. You start from home. Don't forget to lock the doors properly. Come soon, OK! I am feeling a little worried.” He said he’d be there.

As she sat in the waiting room her hand flipped through a magazine. Her eyes kept traveling back and forth between the watch in her hand and the clock on the wall. Her watch was ten minutes fast. She looked at the baby pictures that adorned the walls and smiled. Hopefully. Krish and she had been married for three and a half years. They had planned to start a family after one year or something. But things never seemed right until now. And now she was at THE gynecologist’s clinic in the city. It was supposed to be her first meeting with the doctor. A check-up.

That night, after the check up, they had dinner outside at their favourite restaurant. Then they had ice-cream before they went home. The check up issue was forgotten.

Two days later, at about six in the evening Tara's cell rang. She was attending her second yoga class of that week. It was the clinic. The voice said her results had come in. She asked when she could come and collect it. The voice said that the doctor wanted to talk to her about the results and that she could arrange for an appointment at 1pm the next day. Tara's heart skipped a beat. Her mind screamed, 'Don’t tell me I can’t have a baby'. But her voice spoke," Is something wrong?” The lady on the other end said that it should be nothing and asked weather tomorrow was convenient for her. She said, "Yes."

The next day after a few minutes of convincing her boss, Tara went and met Riya. She asked Riya to come along with her to the doctor’s. Tara was very worried which was evident by the nervous look she gave Riya. As the taxi rushed past another traffic signal, she said, "Ree, I haven’t told Krish about this". Riya said, "Tara, you are worrying over nothing. The doctor just wants to meet you. Maybe she wants you to take supplements or something. It can even be a plan that she wants to devise for your pregnancy.". At this solace Tara smiled slightly but her brain and its overactive imagination cells were working very hard indeed. They were calculating all the permutations and combinations about the doc's visit.

They had to wait for about five minutes. And then they had to wait another five minutes inside the doctor’s office as she answered some personal call in the next room. The doctor, a woman of late fifties came in apologizing to both Tara and Riya. They smiled. As the doctor looked at Riya questioningly, Tara said, " Doctor, She’s my friend and I asked her to accompany me". The doctor asked, "And your husband?". She lied that he was busy with a client meeting. The doctor said " I would have liked it if Krish is here with you". Tara smiled and replied in a definite tone, "This arrangement is perfect"

~~~~~~~~

With Love,

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A-Z

2009-12-31T23:59:00.001+05:30

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 . 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.

A VERY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU! HAVE A COMPLETE BLAST THIS YEAR AND MAY THIS YEAR BRING YOU THE BEST OF BEST's!

With Love,

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55 Fiction - A Notification

2009-12-27T14:54:00.007+05:30

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,

2. CHECKMATE

2009-12-25T23:21:00.005+05:30

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

Now:

“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

Now:

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…

Now:

‘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,

‘Checkmate.’

1. The Mission

2009-12-20T23:27:00.003+05:30

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.

THE END.

55 Fiction - #27

2009-12-17T16:04:00.004+05:30

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!

THE FINAL JOURNEY

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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Silence

2009-12-14T16:02:00.004+05:30

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

2009-12-14T02:26:00.005+05:30

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!

HIS LOVE

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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Plight of a Mother

2009-12-12T13:04:00.003+05:30

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.

SAVE ME AND SAVE YOURSELF.

With Love,

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55 Fiction - #25

2009-12-08T19:40:00.003+05:30

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 LOST MESSAGE

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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All in a Day's work

2009-12-06T00:12:00.005+05:30

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'

6.30AM

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.

7.45AM

"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.

ALL IN A DAY'S WORK

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With Love,

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Rain

2009-12-03T01:28:00.004+05:30

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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55 Fiction - #24

2009-11-30T23:41:00.008+05:30

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!

AN ENCOUNTER

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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A Notification

2009-11-29T11:06:00.007+05:30

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,

Cricket Fervor

2009-11-28T00:47:00.004+05:30

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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55 Fiction - #23

2009-11-25T15:03:00.003+05:30

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!

ONE FINE DAY....

It wasn't a good day. The kid had fever,maid didn't come, MIL is coming home. Her bones ached. It was 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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SO NEAR, YET SO FAR

2009-11-23T09:19:00.006+05:30

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.

SO NEAR, YET SO FAR..

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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Lost in....

2009-11-21T14:42:00.002+05:30

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?

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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Woman

2009-11-17T01:43:00.004+05:30

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 leaking....it’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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Poem - My first Attempt

2009-11-16T01:54:00.004+05:30

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 AND HIS WIFE

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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ULTIMATE TRUTH

2009-11-15T01:20:00.004+05:30

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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My Musings

2009-11-13T02:49:00.002+05:30

Yesterday I went to my cousin's place after a couple of months. He is blessed with two non-identical twins Anuttara and Shraddha. After chit-chatting with my SIL I was playing with the kids. The former came to me, held my hands and uttered, "Shruti (I won't expect respect from kids :-P), wait here.. we will show you some magic". Saying so, she murmured something in Shraddha's ears. The latter went inside the room and came with cards. Both of them gave me a broad smile and dragged the small table to the center of the room. When I started asking them about the work they are about to do, Shraddha told, "Hey Shruti hold your nerves, pack your curiosity for a few moments. Just sit and watch our magic". I was awed by their command and sat silently. My SIL giggled at me. I ignored her and watched these kids.

They started constructing a 3 storey building with the pack of 52 cards. They laid each cards so perfectly that it automatically attained the form of a perfect triangle. After giving some final touches, they turned towards me. Their eyes shone with curiosity and expectation. I let out a big WOW that they both got astonished with my reaction. Anuttara came near me and said, "Hey Shruti, bend down, I want to ask you something". I sat in the chair and she climbed a stool lying nearby to whisper in my ears. "How was it shruti? Tell me frankly. Don't try to convince us". I was completely moved listening to this. The reason is, I never expected such a matured speech from a 5 year old. I hugged her and gave a peck in her cheeks. I went near them and said, "Listen sweeties, I love what you have did and it is so beautiful. We will keep this as a monument. Ok?!". They clapped their hands and jumped in Joy.

My cousin came hurriedly into the room. He tripped on the small table and the cards were shattered. We both expected them to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their hard work. My brother felt really bad and he broke down saying sorry. But they surprised us. Instead, of crying, they collected all the shattered cards. By laughing and holding hands, they went near him and uttered, "Its ok dad". They went into another room and started constructing the building again!

I realized that they had taught me an important lesson. All things in our life, all the complicated structures we spend so much time and energy creating, are built on card like things, which can shatter the moment a strong wind blows. Only our relationships to other people lasts. Sooner or later, something will pop up and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up. When that happens, only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh. The Power of Holding Hands of someone (Mother, father, sister, brother or it can be a friend too) have greater strength which can overcome any storm.

With Love,

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A story of Fate

2009-11-11T22:43:00.005+05:30

I believe every relationship in this world is built upon Fate. Read the below story, and tell me whether you agree. Here is the story:

There was a scholar who was about to marry his fiancee. On the day of marriage, his fiancee changed her mind and married someone else. The scholar was devastated and fell ill. His family sought all kinds of medical treatment for him, but he didn't show any sign of recovery. They were about to give up hope on him when a wandering monk approached them. After learning about the scholar's condition, the monk went near the scholar's bed and took out a mirror from his bag and showed it to the scholar.

In the mirror, the scholar saw a vast ocean and the naked body of a woman, (murdered) lay on the beach. A man passed by, looked at the body, shook his head and left. Another man who passed by, saw the body, took off his robes to cover the body and left. Finally came a man passing by who saw the body, dug a hole and laid the body carefully to rest before burying it.

The scene in the mirror suddenly changed. The scholar saw his fiancee in a nuptial chamber and another man was lifting her wedding veil... The scholar blinked at the monk, confused. Slowly the monk explained, "The woman whose body you saw on the beach was your fiancee in her previous life. In your previous life, you were the second man who gave her his robes to cover her body. To repay your kindness in this lifetime, she loved you for a period of time and became your fiancee. However, ultimately the man whose favor she has to return for the rest of her life is the third man who buried her. And that man is now her husband.

Enlightened, the scholar sat up and recovered from his depression.

It is truly amazing -- this thing called "Fate". There was a movie in which the theme song went like this, I forgot the movie: "You can say it is a big world, you can say it is a small world. But for the promise of this lifetime, we shall spend our entire lives to fulfill."

All of us are in this big grand masquerade, among the throng of people, we seek expectantly in that electrifying moment when our fingers touch, the masks are removed to reveal our true selves. Before this moment, we were drifting aimlessly, not knowing what we really wanted. Till you meet this particular person, It can be your future partner or your friend, you finally realize what you really want is not what you have wished for in the first place. It amazes you that standing in front of this person is a different you! You without any mask!

Fate is not something meant to be forced upon. What is yours will eventually come to your arms; what is not yours will never come to be. In any case, we should not lose heart and give up on our hopes for love that is true, good and beautiful. The value of life, in a certain sense, is determined by the maturity of how we love. Of how we give and accept love.

Treasure what you have...
Time is too slow for those who wait;
Too swift for those who fear;
Too long for those who grief;
Too short for those who rejoice;
But for those who love everyone
Time is Eternity!

With Love,

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IF I WERE A BABY AGAIN

2009-11-08T00:54:00.007+05:30

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 4; the fourth 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.

The whole day I was thinking and re-thinking about the topic. Yes, believe me, I never thought of writing a post for blog-a-ton. But Blog-a-ton Marshall Vipul, Shankz, Avada Kedavra wanted me to give a try. I said yes! But what to write? Almost by 6.30pm I got a vague idea and started writing at 8pm. Now let me go on to the topic. It is a story. Tell me at the end whether it is realistic. Now off to the story (that's what I think)..

I heard voices around me when I tried opening my eyes. But the luminescence was more and that prevented me from opening my eyes. Someone touched my hands, my face, my toes. I guess it should be my mom. I want to see my mom. I tried my level best to open my eyes so that I can see my mom. The moment I opened my eyes there was cheers all around me and I saw the prettiest woman, my mom. We were discharged from hospital and we came to our place. People were speaking around me in different languages. I didn't understand that. I started crying demanding some privacy. Suddenly a wailing sound at a distance ceased my tearses. It was another baby girl just like me. Wow, am blessed to have a friend in such a short duration. We both saw each other, giggled and waved. It has been 3 long days since I was born and now I feel like sleeping. (Note : The other baby girl, like me, was the little daughter of our maid)

After 2 weeks : Name giving ceremony

It was a joyous occasion. All our relatives came, lifted and kissed me. My mom was the happiest person in that hall. Priests have come and I was wearing a silk dress. My parents lifted me from the cradle and muttered the name "Akshara" in my ears 3 times. Oh... So my name is Akshara. Suddenly I remembered my friend and saw her sleeping in her mothers lap, silently. I was wondering about her beauty, that was when I heard faint weeping sound. I turned around to see who was that and spotted our maid weeping and telling her daughter "I wish you were not born"

After 4 months:

Now I can recognize faces very well and heard people telling that I am a princess to my parents. I was lying in a cushion, dressed in a soft material that my aunt presented me. Wow, I loved the Mickey and Goofy in my dress. I saw our maid coming near me and remembered my friend. Her parents christened her as Jecentha. Lovable name for the lovable girl. I saw her lying alone in the floor in a torn saree bit, dressed in rags. My mom was feeding me mashed apples and Cerelac. Jecentha was screaming at the top of her lungs indicating her mom that she is hungry.

After one year:

My parents threw a big party to all our friends and relatives for celebrating my birthday. I got so many gifts, dresses and soft toys. My tummy was full after having mashed potatoes, apples and Cerelac. Jecentha was happily eating the liquidated porridge, in the corner of the house. She was visibly happy after seeing the new dress she was wearing. She never knew that it was my old dress.

After two years:

I was engaging myself on the play-room (which had lots and lots of toys). From the window of my play-room I could see the kitchen where Jecentha would be sleeping/playing, at this hour. She was not allowed to enter my play-room. She beamed when her mom gave her two broken biscuits. She was contended playing with tumblers and spoons.

After 3 years:

I got admission in a premier school. My dad got me new books, pencils, snack-box, water bottle, bag, uniform, shoes and socks. A day before my reopening, my maid came crying, I went near her and asked "Aunty, what happened?". She was sobbing uncontrollably. My mom came and asked her the reason. Our maid replied that she fought with her husband. When my mom pestered her further for reasons, she told, she couldn't educate their younger daughter. Yes, Jecentha was their 4th daughter. Rest three were dropped outs. I never understood what she said. I asked her to bend down and I wiped her tears. She hugged me and left.

After 15 years:

I am having my board exams tomorrow. I was hovering on the fundamentals of Magnetism. Jecentha came with a glass of milk inside my room. She smiled warmly and gave me the milk. "What are you studying Akshara? Have this milk and read". I got it from her hand and said, "my exams are beginning tomorrow. Pray for me Jesse! You are my lucky charm". She smiled back and wished me good luck. Jecentha's mom refused to continue her studies when my dad offered sponsorship. Her mom told said, if Jesse studies, she can't find a suitable groom for her.

NOW (After 22 years):

Atlast we came to the present scenario. Yes people, am Akshara 22 years old. All these time you were reading about my life instances. There were some MISSES and many HITS in my life. Am working as a research scientist and planning to do my PhD in IISC or IIT. You may wonder about Jecentha. She is married and mom of 2! Her life was contrary to mine. She had some HITS and many, really too many MISSES.

You all may wonder where am heading to. What relation does this post have with the Blog-a-ton topic. Wait...

If I were a baby again, I would have shared all the pleasures I got in my life with Jecentha. I would have shared my food, my cushioned bed, Good-decent dresses, quality education to support herself and many more.. Wish I were a baby again.....

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P.S : Thank You so much Vipul for permitting me even after 12 AM. Because of power-cut I couldn't submit my post on time. Kindly excuse and Thanks Shankar :)

With Love,

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Pride

2009-11-06T08:33:00.004+05:30

I have tried my hand on writing another fiction. Completely different from whatever I have written till now.I would love to hear comments from you people! Please spare your time after reading this..

He stood there glaring at the wide expanse of area in front of him being drenched in the torrential rains. His rotten clothes could hardly cover his already toughened body. But his worry was more to cross that wide area without being caught by the sniper bullets which will take a fraction of a second to hunt him down if the search lights spot him. The un-named security prison was built for the sole purpose of facilitating the extraction of information from foreign spies. The prison had seen only one escape in its whole history, but bad luck the prisoner was shot dead before he could cross the wide open area of 6 Square miles surrounding the security facility.

Ram was weak and not as agile as he was when he was captured, but 3 years of torture had built his endurance. Patiently he waited for darkness to cover the prison before he started to crawl. As he crawled after waiting for 2 hours his elbows started bleeding, his knees pained like hell, but still he successfully reached the other end of the open area. He felt like an Olympic Athlete who had got his Gold. He still had to reach the border before 0600 hrs so that by the time they finish checking the prisoner’s count he will be in his dear mother land, on his native soil.

Two days later: The Army hospital had never seen such activity or visits by so many high officials in last 20 years. Major General Vishwapratap singh was visiting the hospital that day to see that daring devil of a man who had escaped from the “Qayamat” prison [as named by his soldiers because of its fame of digesting many of their best officers]. Ram was enjoying the princely treatment he was receiving in the hospital [princely - compared to the one he was receiving in the prison]. Ram was weak and unable to walk because of a broken ligament. He had made friends with a sweeper named Subhash in the hospital.

The hospital had prepared itself for the visit of the Major general who rarely had visited a hospital in his life except as a patient. Major General Vishwapratap singh arrived sharply at 0900 hours as he had informed. He walked without stopping in his regular fast pace towards the room where Ram was reclining on his bed. Nobody even dared to give him directions though he dint need any. As Ram heard the foot steps he became stiff in his bed and the moment the saw the figure of the Major general in front of his door he tried to get up and salute his superior officer.

Major General Vishwapratap singh spoke “At rest lieutenant, no need to get up from the bed” [though the sentence reads like a soft one it sounded like a order to Ram and he dint move a bit from his bed] Ram said “Thanks you, sir”. Vishwapratap singh spoke back “That’s ok boy, but do you know what you have done, you have broken down the pride of our enemy nation and added much more pride to our nation.” He smiled as he spoke these words, then stiffening he spoke “I want you back in action in one month, your family will reach here by tomorrow you can spend time with them while you heal, and by next month you will have to report to the base again. We are planning for a commando mission to Qayamat and you will be the first in command of that mission. And I will send in Major Sivakumar to get all the information he could get from you about Qayamat.”

Ram was speechless for a moment – mixed feeling about meeting his family after a long time, about a commando mission to Qayamat –the death hole which he had just escaped. But before he could gather himself to push a word from his mouth Vishwapratap singh spoke again “Ok gentleman, all the best” and he turned to leave when he turned back as if he had forgot something and said “And yes I have recommended your name for the Nations highest order of awards – the golden cross”. And he left.

Don’t even imagine me to describe Rams feelings – totally mixed at that moment. The next day Major Sivakumar was supposed to reach there by 0700 hours to the hospital and start collecting details about Qayamat from the sole survivor of that place. When he reached the hospital he saw a huge crowd of soldiers who were guards in front of Ram’s room. Major Sivakumar thought “what the damn, so many people to listen the story of Ram, was I on a data collection trip or had I reached a public speech gathering,”

He made his way through the crowd of subordinates who were behaving like civilian fools who crowd in a political meeting, when he had just reached the door the sight was a total shock- Rams dead body was lying on the bed, his neck cut and most of his blood clotting on the floor to forma blackish mass but some blood was on the walls which formed the words “We are still proud of Qayamat”. The message of the spies of the enemy country was clear.

Near the bed Subhash stood with the national flag to cover the body of Ram who once thought that he had escaped Qayamat [death]. Any body, who had seen that gory scene that day, will never dare to compare the pride some one has for his own nation, whether he is a fellow country man or a citizen of the enemy nation.

Even an enemy can be forgiven but certainly not a traitor!

P.S : Liked this genre?

With Love,

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Beauty

2009-11-04T23:58:00.004+05:30

I remember reading a story once about a man who was exploring some caves by the seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled up some clay and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, to pass the time, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could throw. He thought little about it until he dropped one of the balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone. Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of rupees worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of rupees in treasure, he could have had tens of thousands, but he just threw it all away.

You know sometimes, it's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling so we discount it; we see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person. There is a treasure hidden in every one of us. We are wonderfully made. Not just our physical bodies, our spiritual selves, which are sometimes hidden from others by the "earthen vessel." But if you take the time to get to know that person, and if you ask the Spirit to show you that person the way He sees them, then the brilliant gem begins to shine forth. The glory of a relationship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him. This trust cannot be achieved through external appearances. The belief, one have in the inner spirit/character earns good relationships.

Outwardly appearances/beauty are many times deceptive. It is not always correct to make judgment about anything by its exterior appearance. One cant find the real worth of any one just by seeing his external appearances. Not all who looks decent outside are decent inside too. One should be judged only by their characters and not by their outward appearance. In real life situation, many crooks, by their outward attitude and behavior, make themselves appear to be gentlemen and noble people. That is why there is a famous proverb saying “All that glitters is not gold”. So in every walk of life, one should always remember that outward appearances/beauty may not always be the truth and act accordingly.

With Love,

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55 Fiction - #21

2009-11-04T00:57:00.006+05:30

Hey buddies, hi! So how is the week going on.. Here is my 21st fiction! 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. So here goes my 55Fiction

MY FIRST LOVE

She knew age was catching up on her. She no longer possessed the beauty and liveliness that once won his heart. Every passing day increased her insecurities. How could he forget all the time they spent together? And then, the day arrived. He traded her in for cutie, the much younger impact-Black color Pulsar.

P.S:How is the suspense element in this Fiction?

With Love,

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A.T.T.I.T.U.D.E

2009-11-02T23:36:00.007+05:30

"Attitude is the way you mentally look at the world around you.
It is how you view your environment and your future.
It is the focus you develop toward life itself."

One day all the employees of a very unusual company reached their office and all saw a big sign on the main door which said this . . .

'Yesterday, the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym.'
In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that person who hindered the growth of their colleagues and the company itself?
The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought - 'Who is this person who was hindering my progress?'

One by one the intrigued employees got closer to the coffin. When they looked inside it, they suddenly became speechless. They all got to stand near the coffin, and all ended up shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see themselves! There was also a sign next to the mirror that said: 'There is only one person who is capable of setting limits to your growth and IT IS YOU!'

This is just a story, but it really does convey lot of meaning. Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your husband or wife changes, when your company changes, when your church changes, when your location changes, when your money changes, when your status changes.. No, your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs.

Be proud of whatever you are!
Be proud of your strengths!
Be proud of your weaknesses as well!

Because there is no positive without a negative. Nature loves symmetry. Did scientists ignore electrons because they had a negative charge, and look at only the positive protons? Nope. And now, because they did not ignore electrons, we have an array theories and applications, which makes life a lot more interesting, simpler, and understandable.

Philosophers may say, "Look at the positive side". I don't. When approached by an adverse situation, I think, "How can I approach this and conquer this? Through its positive effect or negative effect?". In certain cases, your weaknesses turn into strengths. In certain cases, come to think about it, your negatives turn positives. And like Stephen Hawkings, you might discover that the negatives are absorbed by the good ol' black hole, leaving only positives (Theory of entropy of Black Holes - explosion of Black Holes) Attitude is everything. Even the worst situation can be handled with ease, if our attitude is right! No matter where you are in the world, if you decided something to do deep from your heart.. It is the thought that matters, not where you are! Attitude is everything!

I recently saw an poster mentioning about attitude. The poster had the following words on them, 'Bad attitude? Flush it and move on!'. Though it may sound absurd on the first take, it does convey lot of significance. Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don't be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses. Be a winner, build yourself and your reality. It's the way you face life itself that makes the difference.

P.S : This post is truly my own perspective of approaching and defining Attitude. What's your take on this?!

With Love,

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eS eM eSSSS

2009-11-01T22:45:00.011+05:30

Just another Fiction from me! I think am boring you all with my routine stuffs rather than showing difference in my writings. But this post is so close to my heart. I hope you all will start dreaming when u finish this story. This post was selected by blogadda as one of their Tangy Tuesday Pick

It was 7pm then… I closed my maths book and was thinking about watching CN (Cartoon Network obviously!). But my dad was sitting as a guard near the TV, preventing me from watching Tom & Jerry

eS eM eSSSS

It was my mobile’s tone… The cutest of all the message alerts I have ever had. Wow!!! A text for me….I hastily picked up the mobile from the table…

Message:
hey Jaanu… Don 4get 2 bring d cake v bot tis evg!! Tis time v gonna cut it in bus itself J C u tomo in bus den!!

I replied --
“wow in bus itself!!! Cool…. U bet… b4n…”
--“delivered to Nike”…

It was from my best friend Nikita. You know how it feels to celebrate the birthdays of our dear ones!? Oh man… you cannot put that down in words, that too when you are in your teens and that too in college days. Spending a penny for a good cause (??)!!! With nothing much in your pockets... Those were wonderful excitements and thrills. Just imagine them and you will get into that mood, Arey party mood yaar.

My dad would give me 200 rupees per month. Slowly I pestered him for a hike in my pocket money, as I kept moving from first year to final year of my college. But I would plan well and spend the money so that I don’t end up bankrupt & sit without celebrations at such occasion

And the next day morning, with the backpack, I was standing in the bus stop awaiting my college bus with all the excitement to celebrate the birthday of one of my buddies appu (actually her name is Aparna and we call her appu), obviously with the birthday cake in my other hand packed well. Here comes the yellow ride!!! That’s how we call our college bus! Though its usual that we mock our college buses a lot calling all the names, we really enjoy the ride a lot daily… We play, sleep, eat, and even write the assignments. Believe me, half of my assignments were written in my college bus only.

I got into the bus and it started moving again. Nikita was eagerly waiting to see me bring the cake inside…
“hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii”. I waved and threw my bag in a seat.

We soon formed a small circle… Aparna was standing in the center, and Nikita was holding the cake in her hands, with other bus friends surrounding us. I lit the candle and we began the party. We soon cut the cake in the bus itself, smashed the cake pieces and threw creams on each other’s faces. We all screamed "happiee birthday dear appu" in a joyous mood, sprayed the foam around and brought the environment a glow and a glee. Then we sat down laughing merrily and I started cutting the remaining safe-guarded half of the cake and distributed it to others in the bus. I took one piece of the cake and moved towards the driver. He was a very good friend to all of us. And a cheerful person too. He never minds all the shouting and fun we have on the bus daily. And that is one reason we always share such happy moments with him too!!

Oh oh!!! Here comes the trouble…

(As usual) The Maths lecturer woke from her sleep and shouted "wont you ever change at all??? yesterday evening, I warned all you guys not to behave like animals inside this bus!!! But you never seem to listen at all... aaaanimals!!! Wilddd aaaanimals!!! ". It was Ms.Amudha, our Maths lecturer in our college. You know what? All the other department lecturers always have a complex (if am right) that the students will not respect them, or bother about them once they cross their two years in the engineering colleges. It is obvious, because there will not be any Language or maths classes from third year onwards and so we wont have an opportunity, even talk with them!! And so the first year lecturers always behave in an indifferent manner (??) towards the students and show their ‘attitude’ towards us.

She continued, "So… today I am going to take this very seriously.. you, you and you (pointing to me, Nikita and Aparna). Yes… three of you! . Don’t run away after getting down from the bus, I have already hinted about you three to the Vice-Principal many times. I will take you 3 Monsters(?!) to the VP today as soon as we reach college." (You should have seen her face then!! boy oh boy... I like it when her face turns this way)

Poor appu uttered silently, “Every stupid thing happens on my birthday!!”. Myself and Nikita consoled her in a best possible way that occurred to us! Ms.Amudha continued her sleep after this short inane session and we sat quietly in the bus after that without any other option. The bus neared the college gate, gave a jerk and stopped. All of them got down from the bus, and we three stood behind, discussed what to talk to VP and then followed our Maths Ma’am. She walked very happily as though she had achieved something great!

Meanwhile, I took my mobile out from my kit, and hastily typed a text to Anjali, the girl who sits besides me in my class…
“Wil b late, gimme attendance...”
And waited hastily to just to see
---“delivered to Anju”…

eS eM eSSSS
I pushed the keypad of my mobile to cut the alert. Ms.Amudha was starring at me then!!
It was the reply from Anjali…

Message:
“oki oki done bt hey cum soonnn :P
& hey… did u get my msg last nit… I had asked u 2 bring a LAYS’ packet as we have d seminar 2day… u kno na? I wil fal asleep if I don’t munch!!! I cant get caught once again to tat humpty-dumpty sir 2day!!! ”

I couldn’t stop giggling on seeing her reply. I just had only a few seconds of time to send this much alone as the reply to her …
“yeah!”
---“delivered to Anju”…

'Huff!!! This woman, She is a lady Hitler', I thought to myself and we followed her and waited near the VP's cabin. Our VP is a pleasant man in his early fifties. After a few minutes, Ms.Amudha came out, along with the VP with huge sense of pride. Dean was in his neatly pressed suit, his usual attire. He almost knew every single student in the college. So he knew us very well as we were in the so-called “hit list” always.

“Students, I know you three are the naughtiest of all in this bus”. He turned towards English ma’m and looked at her. She nodded back happily imagining that we are going to be given severe punishments. He turned to us again and continued, “I know how it feels to celebrate the birthdays of our friends. But please do not disturb others for that". After saying this, he smiled at us, and hurriedly walked past behind us to his car. Oh Wow wow wow!! is this is what you call luck? The three of us replied in chorus "Sorry sir… ". We smiled at our ma’am sheepishly and she in turn did the same for she had expected something and something else churned out…

She walked away in dismay towards the Maths Department. We three saw each other, started with a smile, ended in a laugh. After that short giggles, we waved “good byes”. We all are from different departments of engineering and so walked to our respective classrooms…

eS eM eSSSS
Message:
“WRU ?? cum soon…”
It was Anjali..

I took my mobile out and selected silent profile; I was nearing my classroom. I peeped inside my class through the window. Thank God, it was not Maths hour for now and gleefully entered into the class telling an excuse to Data Structures ma'am for my late entry and sat in my place. I started telling Anjali all the happenings from the morning, while copying the problem from the blackboard in my note…

A sudden jerk jolted me off the seat..oh!!! What place is this…? I opened my eyes, just to find out that I am sitting in the same old bus but... no wait… the bus color is white now… what happened ?? I sat erect, rubbed my eyes found my S/W company's tag(ID) hanging from my neck.. A dream? No no... I was back in my college days. Oh those sweet memories. And then it was my mobile again

eS eM eSSSS
Wow!!! A text for me. I hastily picked up the mobile from my kit. Remembering those good old days
Message: “Status call at 8.30 am… Pl assemble at C3- Conference hall.. Pass the msg to others”

It was from one of my Project members! Oh no.. not again. The bus reached IT Corridor, then to my office. I got down and as usual walked deplorably towards C3 and swiped my card. I muttered myself, “I wish I get back that Golden Era - my college life again!”

THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO ALL MY COLLEGE MATES!

P.S: Dreaming? Come back and tell me what you felt! eS eM eSSSS is the Message tone I still have in my mobile!

With Love,

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