Century and Not Out

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

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.

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

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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