The year gone (2008) ...

A friend turned his back,
that was in Jan this year.
still hapiness crawled upto me
Feburary saw me smile back.

Orkut poetry forum i joined
that was in march i recall,
it was a nice thing in April,
as i explored my poetic art.

My parents visited me here
that was the wondeful May.
June was the blessed time,
visiting me,someone's love came.

A friend i cared for,turned
out to be so fake in July!
Auguat saw my work and poetry
each day,scaling new heights.

September i was alone but excited,
after an year's difference,
i went home in october month,
growing another year with elegance.

November was a confusing time
daily mind fought with heart,
and with new hopes for next year,
in december,i let our love depart.

I never reached the stars,
in any of the month or day,
but whenever i tried my best,
star dust lit my life's pretty face:)


Inspired from here !! ( prompt : Star Dust)

Birth of WL !! - how the lounge was created ....

It was 17th July,2008.I was enjoying my vacations after the completion of my Semester 6 exams.Exams got over on 21st June and my college was re opening on 21st July,2008.I was sitting all alone at home with nothing to do.I always used to be busy with some work .After completing my "The Fourth Seat" series,I planned to do something new.Yes,something different.I started with my "Office,Love" series.It was 4 pm when I got up from sleep.Went to sisters place and came back home at 5pm.I logged into my PC at 5:15pm,.I could not find any one online on my GTalk.Oh yes,Asbah came online at sharp 5.24 pm on 17th July,2008.

This is what we spoke.

5:25 PM

me: hey
alaena.a: oh hi ste whats up?
me:fine u say
alaena.a: alhamdolilah better :)
me: hmm

5:26 PM

alaena.a: how have you been and hows college?
me: college from 21.btw did u see that mosaic tag of mine :p
alaena.a: no didnt? leme :)
me: http://www.thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com thats how u do it

5:27 PM
alaena.a: did you check my last two posts?
me: doing .if u click then let me know

After few minutes.

6:11 PM
me:hey did u read mussadi man story :p i liked it too
alaena.a: yes awesome stuff ,sandeep is amazing., NO?
me: yes he is,i really admire the way these ppl do very creative ,his mussadi man one has really impressed me a lot

6:13 PM
alaena.a: yes infosys is a sad one
me: yes

6:16 PM
alaena.a: true same here
me: whts ur email id

6:22 PM
alaena.a: email id? the same one ste ....alaena.a@gamil ..gmail*
me: same one which u use for blogger
i mean for ur blog
6:24 PM
alaena.a: the same...
why?
me: u got a mail :p
alaena.a: yes?
me: check it
alaena.a: did you send any?
me: yup

6:25 PM
alaena.a: aha?
i love it :)
me: wht
alaena.a: something like a co-writer?
me: yes
alaena.a: is it our new blog ?
me: i am planning for a big thing
yes

6:27 PM
alaena.a: aha.. joinin :)

6:32 PM
me: there
hey i am planning to name it as "The Writers Paradise"
hows it
alaena.a: Incredible :)
or maybe writer's lounge?
me: hmm its good
alaena.a: over a cuppa coffee :P


6:41 PM
me: yippe
we r done.
alaena.a: joined :P
me: lets se how many join.Hope we will get around 70 - 75 members one day. :)
and hows the blog template

6:42 PM
alaena.a: wow :O
me: shud i change it to white
alaena.a: I hope we get to know others better :)
me: yes we wud
do u have other blogger frnd email id

6:43 PM
alaena.a: Ty for using the name :)
no blackk is great
me: hmm
alaena.a: I love black for this purpose
yes, I will get you that in a day insh-Allah
me: hey tell me
i want a name for this blog for the blog url

6:44 PM
alaena.a: weandwords
me: wht
wht does that mean
ohk we and words
http://weandwords.blogspot.com/
alaena.a: what do you think?

6:48 PM
me:u are the admin :)

6:49 PM
alaena.a: alaena.a@gmail.com
wht
me:i will give u admin privelege
u shud be the first to post
so ur honour madam
alaena.a: i am already posting wow
me:i mean in the new blog did u post

6:50 PM
alaena.a: a comment :)
yes just...
me: k btw post
make a post
the blog will see a good writers post first
and we will arrange contests n all
wht say
let it be a success
alaena.a: ty :)
yes... Insh-Allah ... did you invited sandeep too?
please do.
me: am eager to read ur post on our new blog
nope
i dont have his email id
gimme

alaena.a: I will post my old story..
me: sure

6:53 PM
alaena.a: leme ask
me:yes
alaena.a: sandeepbalan83@gmail.com

6:54 PM
me: is sandeep online

6:55 PM
alaena.a: yes he is
me: invited him
alaena.a: i will be back in a while
brb
me: ask him to join
ohk
even me goin

Ok , now we were just 2 people in the newly made "Writers Lounge blog".We were very excited.Sandeep joined us the next day.Later on we three joined hands for the improvement and development of the Lounge.

This was how our blog was found

Remember 17th July every year ...Its The Writers Lounge day:p

Where are you?

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After thought.

Yes, I know I am late in writing and posting this post but I have reasons for it.

5 days since the rain drenched lounge contest's last date of submission, and 5 days since me and my lappy is forced to have the tormention of a living without internet, which rendered it impossible for me to pen down (read it type) any afterthought that would cross my mind and drop it here.

Hello all, 

Today is Dec 30, which means that only one dusk is left in the dawn of a brand new year. I hope you all are doing great, making and remaking resolutions, year-end's closing ordeal and evaluations, this is also giving me an opportunity to ask you all to post your Resolution for the coming year, I hope it be a fun read! 

Anyways, what I want to write in here is my part of the story, the way this contest has touched me - deeply! well it has not only made dormant members to come in lime light and post and comment on others posts, it has also helped me find some new friends, Thanks to riversoul, Ashwin, Arjun, Pretty-me, Mona, Neha, Jack, Leo, Anurag, Tan! and I'm sure I must have missed many.

This has provided me an opportunity to have different perspective of a simple single thing, rain, yes; and the energy to write :)

Thankyou all.

I love it being here, I savoured the stories, yes I ripped some too, sorry for that, it was all in good faith and hope.

My broadband is ir-repairable for an un-defined time and I cant wait to come back and read the plethora of posts that are already posted on the lounge!

happy writing

happy lounging..

and 'new year :)

Asbah.

list

She came back after meeting him. It was the first time they had met. She sat down and made a list. She called it : ' The list of things before I meet him the next time.' She had atleast 6 months to get these things done.

She numbered her list. It read:

1. Get dad to buy me a 5mp phone. The pics we took this time didn't look that nice. We need much more than just 3 pics together. 

2. Lose weight. The next time I meet him, I want to shock him. I want to look stunning :)

3. Get something done to my hair. The travel made my curls crazy. I wonder what he thought. Must find a way to make it look atleast presentable if not stunning. 

4. Learn to stay quiet. He must have thought all I can do is talk and talk about nonsense. 

5. Carry sneakers. I went trekking in flip-flops...He must have thought I was a dumbwit. I must pack days before so I can think of such things.

6. HAVE TO GET MORE MATURE.

4months later.

She had the latest 5mp phone. She had lost 7kgs and was still losing. She found the perfect products that suited her hair. She had somewhat became quiet. She had 3 new pairs of sneakers. 

A lot had changed. She no longer had a reason to meet him. 

Sandeep (B)Malan in Ameriga . - Back with a bang !!!

It was October 2008. BBC world came up with a Breaking news .Every one at "Airvoice" were busy working.Asbah Khan came running towards Sandeep."Merlynch and Lehman gaya kaam se," her voice went low of sudden.She was worried for once.She believed that economic crisis would provoke Airvoice to fire atleast 2000 employees.Asbah believed that her name would be in top 10.Sandeep was showing deaf ear to Asbah's concern and tension."Apun hamesha Airvoice ka employee rahega ," he was assured that they won't fire him out.The great economic crisis didn't even spare "Airvoice" telecoms.The MD announced that by 3 pm the list of removed candidates will be displayed.

Every one at Airvoice were anxious; some were praying."Adhan da ,Idhan da Sandeep Malan naan thaan daa(This or That ,this is Sandeep Malan)," Sandeep was busy singing a song.It was 3 pm and Ramu kaka posted the list on the company notice board."Yays!! i am in airvoice yippiee ,"Asbah shouted with joy.Sandeep was happy for her but it was limited for only next few seconds .A shock awaited him."Yaar,sorry to say, Dasvidaniya Sandeep," Asbah said without a smile.Sandeep poked her nose as he believed that she went for Dasvidaniya movie without informing him.
"Oyii ,chupp kar Asbo dear ," he uttered .Asbah informed him that he was fired from the company. Infact it was Sandeep who was the only person to be fired."Ayyo Kadavale," he said in typical Rajni style.He felt low as he was the only one to be fired from Airvoice."Saalo ,Kaamino.... m%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%, why just me?" he shouted at every one and he left.

His dark brown face turned red in anger .He was crying like crazy at the CST railway station."Amma,Amma" he screeched.That night he slept at the railway station.He soon left for Kerala without purchasing anyticket.The train reached Mangalooru and it was another shock awaiting him.The TTR was busy pulling out money from every ones kitty.Sandeep was lost in some deep thought."Aye Chettan,unda tickets evaddo daa(hey brother,where is your ticket?) ," the TTR had an impact of a Mallu tone."Poi koo ,Poi koo ( get lost ),"Sandeep said in a low voice."CHTT,PTTT",the TTR soon gave him a tight slap and pulled out 1500 bucks from him.Every thing that was happening around Sandeep was quite unfortunate.He cursed his fate.
Finally after 58 hours of journey he reached Trichur.
"Ding ,Dong" he rang the door bell."Anna ," shouted Sandhika his younger sister.She asked the reason for his frown.He never spoke a word.His mom fed him with his favourite Iddiyappam.

Thousand thoughts poking his mind.
hundred dreams shattered at home.
handful of hopes thrashed.
richa.lover.fake
Sandhika.sister.hopes.
Asbah.friend.close.
Airvoice.once home.now ???
past.present.future????

How would he inform his parents that he was banished away from his office.He was put to a fix.He never wanted to spill the truth.He remained silent for few days.He never bothered to call his peer Asbah at office.He never spoke to his parents nor Sandhika.A jovial young lad from Kerala went into depression.He never came out of his room.His bag was filled with Rajini kanth hit movies and Rakhi Sawant songs."Meoww ,Bhooo!!," he sometimes used to behave as if some wild cat bit him from behind .He used to dance on Rakhi's song on full volume.

Days flew like anything and Sandeep was jobless.He wanted to work in US,but he never knew US was in Africa or America.15 years ago when is geography teacher Muthusaami asked him the same question."Ayyo, Saar, Ameriga is near Kerala and Tamil Nadu," he gave a confident answer.But poor Malan little he knew that one day he would be thrashed out of his company.He got freaked out when he saw his name in that list all alone.There was no one to accompany him in that list. Now ,he decided for once and for all."America, done done !!," he shouted as if it was some Rajini song.He rushed towards Sandhika to inform this as she was the intermediator between Sandeep and her parents."Amma, anna wants to go to Ameriga," she said in a typical mallu tone.The mothers eye brows raised as Sandhika came up with this news."Amerigans themselves are finding it difficult to get a job after this eco crisis,how will u ?," she asked his son.Sandeep said " Amma ,naan idha kettu vellai panna matten,naan idha ketu velai pannuven(Mom ,I don't listen to my mind, I listen my heart.
),"he said pointing his heart.His mom didn't knew that this was a famous dialogue from a Rajni movie."What will u do if u don't find any job in Ameriga?," his dad asked him."I will sell vada paav in America,"He indicated that people in US are fond of Indian food.Finally the parents agreed and it was time to dance again.He went to his room and danced to full volume."Thii Thii, jagajothi jothi," he behaved as if he was drunk.

On the other hand Richa was waiting for him to return.She loved him like crazy .He was everything.She once told Sandeep that she will wait for him throughout her life time.Sandeep informed every one about his travel to the US.He asked everyone to gather at the Mumbai airport to bid final bye.

"Ameriga povaan Sandeep Malan(Sandeep Malan is flying to Ameriga)," he yelled with extreme joy.



Language Translation.
Ameriga povaan Sandeep Malan = Sandeep Malan is flying to Ameriga.

Thii Thii, jagajothi jothi = a tamil song from the movie Sivaji.

Amma ,naan idha kettu vellai panna matten,naan idha ketu velai pannuven = Mom ,I don't listen to my mind, I listen my heart.

Adhan da ,Idhan da Sandeep Malan naan thaan daa = This or That ,this is Sandeep Malan

Aye Chettan,unda tickets evaddo daa = hey brother,where is your ticket?

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Turning Infertile....the MBA way!

If I were to describe Ruchika in a word, it would be “Brains”. There have been moments where me and TJ have discussed at length of her gifted brain. The “SRCC” commerce tag was enough to stamp her academic superiority over us who had to shy away when someone enquired about our college of graduation. I don’t know how and why Ruchika agreed to be a part of our project group. Everyone wanted to rope her in the first term. There are some subjects where you have the freedom of choosing your own project group. The professors become god in the remaining few by making groups which they think would instill team dynamics in you. It seemed fun when they did it in the first term because you perceive everyone who has managed to get in brings to the table certain unique qualities. But once you start knowing the people in your section, these announcements on the notice board is the second most awaited thing in every term apart from the grades! Because it tells you who are the free riders who would be loaded on to your back and it would be your duty to take them to safety.

Ruchika becoming a part of our group had more to do with me and TJ than plain luck. That would be shared later. She was a huge value addition to my group, which consisted of Nano and Moti as well. Of course she bought us more backup in terms of assignments and projects should Moti & Nano flounder. But apart from that, she was in your face and focused. She would not hide her displeasure and spit venom at us if she found anything wrong. She made sure we all worked. The dream that I had seen with TJ of washing our hands of work once she becomes a part of our group had never materialized. We were made to work as hard. Her never say die attitude and strong will power rubbed off on us. It won’t be completely wrong to say that I was a little scared of Ruchika. She had a voice which had the decibel levels required to shatter the eardrums. I have seriously prayed a few times for her future offspring’s. They would have a tough time getting scolded a record number of times in a day.

Ruchika being among the toppers of the class was directly proportional to our grades improving substantially. This was because our assignments were distant cousins of her top grade assignments. We kept it at cousins because any attempt at being a sibling to her assignments would mean that the School of Management doctors called “professors” would operate on us and ensure that we never would be capable of becoming proud fathers of assignments ever again. I had been dressing up Ruchika’s children all this while by drastically changing their appearance. Even Kamal Hassan would have been proud of my camouflages. He might have done a record 10 different appearances in his latest movie, but I had lost count of how many times I had dressed up Ruchika’s assignments and come out with my “unique” version. Technically I could call myself father of the same because they carried some of my qualities. It would be unfair to accuse me of copying stuff because I was just following nature’s rule. I have always believed that assignments are like children. Two parties need to be involved to bring a new life into this world. Same was with assignments. In my case the child looked more like the mother but there would be some unmistakable traits of me which made my child completely different from its twin. Hence I used the term “distant cousin”. I had been religiously following the natural way and conceiving assignments at an unnatural rate until that fateful day. The day I went against nature.

Strategic management was one of the most dreaded subjects in the 4th trimester. It had more to do with the professor teaching the course. She was a strict disciplinarian and very hard taskmaster. Dr. Suparna Barjatya was a visiting faculty to the School of Management. She had taken a liking for the School of Management and would come back year after year. The seniors had warned us of the amount of hard work we would be required to put in to scrap through her course with a decent grade. True to her sketch made by seniors she bombarded us with assignments from the first day itself. We were required to put in a lot of hours preparing for her 1 contact hour. Not a single lecture went without assignments. All were graded. I had been following the natural way all this while. Till that day when I made an attempt at infidelity!

TJ was excited that day. “Balu bhai……see this…passes to the Management Institute annual fest……2 passes…you and me….and all the MI babes to look at!! Dress up for the party man! My friend Mali there has assured me he will introduce us to all girls from his batch. Stop lazing around you duffer. Get up!!” I was scowling in pain because TJ had kicked me hard. TJ was already rummaging through his wardrobe for his best combination. I looked at him in amazement. “You crackpot!! How can you even think of attending the bash. We have Suppu’s assignment on strategy to submit tomorrow. I have been getting messages that it is a tough one. People have been breaking their head over it yaar. You really think we should go?” TJ’s look was enough to convince me. I got dressed in a jiffy. Once at the Management Institute, I forgot all about the assignment. The girls were really pretty. There is something about parties. Girls look all the more enchanting. Being from the School of Management helped us get a head start. I did notice that TJ was with a new girl every time I glanced towards his side. He was hell bent on getting the maximum mileage out of this opportunity. We danced till the wee hours and had loads of fun. It was around 4 am when the music finally stopped and the students of MI started heading towards their hostels. We also got back to our hostel in half an hour.

I was feeling very tired after all the dance steps I had displayed to impress the girls. I collapsed into my bed. It was then that the realization dawned and I sat up with a start. Suppu’s assignment was hanging like a sword on my head. No wonder I had seen a lot of lights still on at the hostel. “This case should really be tough for them to be breaking their heads for so long.” I said to myself. TJ had started snoring. There was a lot of alcohol in his system to get him back to senses. I was about to pull him out of his slumber when I noticed the timetable kept on his desk. I was in a state of shock when the truth came crashing down on me. TJ had not opted for this course. It was not among the electives chosen by him. How could this vital piece of information slip from my mind? He obviously had refrained from enlightening me on this earlier because I would have refused him point blank then. I glanced at my watch. It was already 5 am. The class was scheduled at 9 am. The fatigue made it even worse. I tried reading the case but I was no Einstein to come up with an instant 2 minute noodle when other nerds had been cooking up a royal feast. The case was really tough. I could not make a head and tail out of it at the first glance. I opened my mailbox to find Ruchika’s assignment in it. This had become a sort of ritual. She would send me hers after completion which I would then read and mould it into my version. This case was so tough that even a completed assignment seemed Greek to me! I had suddenly turned infertile. I desperately wanted my child to take shape but the organ responsible for it wouldn’t budge. (P.S. Brain is the organ I am referring to here) I then did the most obvious thing to me…. “Cloning”. It was from the aftermath of the incident that I joined the group of scientists who oppose cloning citing it to be unnatural. I made a few cosmetic changes here and there to Ruchika’s assignment. I could not get the feeling of being a father how hard I tried with this child. It was simply a carbon copy of Ruchika’s assignment. My system did not have the strength to work on it again. I hoped that I would not be caught and went to sleep.

A week later the grades were put up. Ruchika had breezed past me in the corridor. Had I noticed a tear in her eyes? I rushed towards the notice board and my eyes stopped at roll no. 42. I had a big zero in front of my name. I had expected it. Somehow, I did not feel bad. There were quite a few who shared the honours with me. Luckily I did not have a “Meet” tag attached to my name. A “Meet” tag to your name was symbolic of the fact that Suppu had caught you cheating from a friend’s assignment and you had to fix an appointment with Suppu to give her an explanation. Surprisingly, Suppu spared the author of the original assignment and they would get away with only a zero to their name. I had got the punishment for what I deserved. “Oh Ruchika! What a friend she is…poor soul was crying for me. I will do well in the rest of the assignments and the final term paper to negate the effect of this zero. I will do well for your precious tears Ruchika.” I was halfway when a thought struck me. I walked towards the notice board again in a state of trance. My fingers were trembling when I moved all the way down to roll no. 38. My eyes popped out in horror.
Roll no. 38: Ruchika Agarwal (0/10) [Meet]

Kash!

"Sid! tm ne calll ki thi? main bahar thi.."
"Han jani ki thi.."
"Kaho! kuch zaroori tha.."
"Naheen kuch khas naheen kiun kia hoa?"
"Woo tum kabhi call naheen kartay na isiliye main dar gai ke pata naheen kia hogaya"
"Tumahin ik baat batani thi.."
Mera dil taiz taiz dharak raha tha.. pata naheen wo kia soochay gi wo kia kahay gi.. Pata naheen kia sooochay gi
"Han to bolo? na"
"wo.."
Naheen main nahin keh sakta.. ussay kaise bataon ga? batana bhi to zaroori hai. Hhhhhhhh kia karon?
"heeeeeelllllllllloooo tum pagal to naheen hogaye ho kia barbara rahay ho?"
"naheen kuch naheen wo main... "
"Sid!"
"han?"
"Kia hoa hai?"
"Naheen kuch naheen tum batao bahar kahan gayeen theen ? shopping pe..?" Main ussay bolnay ke liye ik bara waseee topic de chuka tha ab usnay bolna tha or qam az qam 30 min tak meray bolnmay ka koi chance naheen tha or yehi main chahta bhi tha..

1 Ghantay baad!

"Suno!"
"Han! ? boliye.."
"Ab sharafat se bata do kia hoa hai.." wo bhi apne naam ki ik he thi...
"Kia bataon?"
"Yehi ke tum kiun pareeshan ho?"
"Main or pareeshan naheen to, main to naheen hon" Main ne talaya..
"Sid! bakwas band kardo or shuru hojao 1..2...3"
"Ik to yar tum (hehehehehehe) tum mujhe aise kehti ho jaise main ne kisi race main hisa lena hai 1..2...3 Keh to raha hon kuch naheen hoa."
usne kuch bola he naheen mujhe pata tha wo naraz hogayi hai..
"Phone rakhtay hoay bataonga"
"Pakka?"
"Han pakka!"
"Qasam khao.."
"Aby yar tum ye itni be-itebari mat dekhaya karo... kaha hai to batadonga.."
"Acha chalo phir phone rakhtay hain.."
"Itni jaldi.."
"Han tabhi to tum jaldi batao ge k kia baat hai.."
Bohat chalak thi wo.. hai na? phir bhi meri ..
"acha chalo batata hon"
"Han.."
"Wo.. bata don"
"Han na.."
"I.."
"han I...?"
"I love You!"
Main ne phone rakh dia...

"Sid! uth jao bnetta 9:00 baj gaye hain jana naheen hai"

Main ussay naheen keh paya kuch bhi.. Shayed phir kabhi keh paon.. Kash main ussay bata paon.. ke main ... MAIN USSAY PYAR KARTA HON!

Kabhi kabhi aisa hota hai na..? what u say..

Re: My Last Letter For You!

Dearest I.
myy my are you mad? wen i mailed me i was taking tea ( i checked the tym even) listen this tym u did sumfin rong i am going to slap u and i reely mean it u got it? and i am in no more jokng mood neither i am chilling i was after tea busy in scheduled meeting or else i wud ve called u at ur home i knw i knw u switched off ur cell ( dare u smile!) i hate wen u do such things life ios not wat u think ... olright i know you are realistic but still gals are not tht realistic...
I love you!
Take care and for heavensake dont do nythng rong till i get bak!


& yes ilove the pink colour... :P


XX,.

The final Goodbye!! !!

He:Hey Hie.Where were you since so many days?

She:Are you talking to me?

He:Of course.Why're you saying so?

She:No,I thought you have better things to do now.

He:Yes,but talking to you is one of them.

She:Please stop your tall stories.I've heard enough of it already.

He:Hey,why are you so rude?

She:I'm rude!!!!!!!I think you should ask this to yourself "Why am I so indifferent?"

He:Me & indifferent?I asked you where were you and you are showing me such attitude?

She:Oh before 15 months,I was the best girl you had seen and suddenly today,I've become the attitude girl?Just introspect yourself before telling me anything.Think what you had said before some months.

He:What do you mean?

She:Please don't try to be so innocent.I'm trying hard to be polite.Don't force me to say something which will hurt you and later bite my conscience.

He:No,just let me know why you're behaving in such a manner.

She:Just forget it.You know it very well what I'm talking about.Bye.


[Signs out.]

The next day......

He:Hey,Listen.Atleast tell me where did I go wrong?

She:Do you want "me" to tell you?Can't you realize it yourself?Atleast take some trouble to go back and...

He:I don't think I have done anything wrong.

She:Oh !!Fine then.I'm wrong.I was wrong that I considered you a friend.I was wrong that I thought we were those fairytale friends forever.I was wrong that I trusted you more than myself and I respected you soooooooo much.I was wrong that I believed everything you said.I even believed you when you said we make a perfect pair.I considered your presence in my life everything I wanted.You mattered the most to me.I was wrong when I took you as a friend.I had nothing of that sort in my mind,but you compelled me to believe that I had.Even though you couldn't commit,I thought you'll,someday....But all your words were a farce and a part of your false promises,those dreams which you could never change into reality and your two-faced pesonality.Actually not a two-faced,multi-faced personality.You wanted to fit into the impression of "My kind of a guy" ,so you pretended to be a good,decent and sweet person.The kind of person,I had always wanted.But now,I'm over it.I'm grateful to you that in the beginning you taught me how to live with a broken heart,without the person you truly love the most and later you taught me not to trust anyone blindly and the most important thing you taught me was never to let a stranger change your life,the way you had changed mine.......Because of you,I cannot believe anyone at the first go,and even friends made fun of my feelings.You did not even bother to look back once and ask if I was fine.Anyways,I don't care and I'm glad I don't exist for you any longer and neither do you exist for me.

He:I'm sorry.I never really meant to do all this that you just said.But if you've really felt so,I promise you today that from now on I'll never try to talk to you.I'm sorry I made you my friend and I apologize for everything you think I've done.I really like you a lot and you are still the most genuine person I've come across.I'll always regret having lost you.Thanks for everything and sorry for everything.Bye.Take care.I'm sorry I couldn't love you the way you wanted me to....!!


She signs out.Finally at peace with her emotions which were fighting inside her since so long,the turbulence of thoughts is finally calm....She ended it the way it should have,long back and she knows it should not have started,in the first place.

My Last Letter For You!

Dearest (i dont want to write the name)!
I am a mentally unstable person i deny every single belief when I lose my faiths, beleives and relations.. Zindagi guzarnay ke apnay dhang or tareeqay hain meray mujhe dost ki kami hameesha se rahi hai shyed isliye ke main achi dost naheen hon par aj se i am in no more search of friendship i am quiting-off this task i am quiting off every task i was involved-in I am leacing internet my cellphone and every other possible way of commmunication with you i know you wont be reading this even!. kiun ke in sab se sirf mai effect ho raheen hon i am leaving you with whom with rest of your "FRIENDS" as you have many but i am again alone! I leave you on this note i loved you but... its not your mistake the mistake is again mine but ...... i know i am a person with loads and loads of "if's" and "but's"
Your's
I.

First Salary - Final Journey..!!

The building contractor counted out- “8..9..10” and pushed the money into Charan’s hands. Charan bowed to him with exceeding happiness and utmost pleasure for having just received his first ever salary. His eyes caught the bruise on his left hand, which chanced sometime while lifting bricks all day. But for now no pain was a pain that would engulf his happiness. The clock struck 6 and the sun sank down the west which all meant that it was time to head back to his small home. He washed, tidied himself, hung his lunch carrier onto his shoulder and began walking home. He felt it heavier than usual on his shoulders and that’s when it struck to him that he had not had his lunch this afternoon. He never enjoyed his grandmother’s scolding for bringing back the lunch box untouched. He spotted a small, empty parkland to his right hand side and entered it & found himself a bench to have his sunset lunch. He spread a cloth across the dusty bench, placed the lunch box on it and began eating. As he ate, he wondered what all he could do with his first earning. The first thing, he thought would be to tell grandmother that she need not work anymore. Then he thought he should save some money and buy a bicycle for himself. Meanwhile, he noticed a middle aged person with a stolid look on his face arrive and sit on the bench situated opposite to him. The weather was cold and the man was well covered with a woolen sweater and a muffler. It struck to him that he should also buy a sweater for his grandmother. He felt elated.


The old lady Lakshmi just arrived at her small home. She was tired of cleaning houses and washing vessels the whole day. She looked out for her grandson Charan if he had come back from work, but he hadn’t. She thought she should save some money and buy him a bicycle. She spread out a floor mat, and sat on it exhausted. Her weak body couldn’t handle this stress as it used to all these days, she thought. She almost fell asleep but then she got up and headed into the kitchen recollecting that Charan would return home hungry any time now.


Charan continued eating, with his mind wandering all over the place. He hardly realized that he had eaten everything and the box was empty now. That’s when he closed the box, wiped his mouth and hands, neatly folded the cloth, hanged the carrier back onto his shoulder and stood up to leave. He got shocked when he saw the man who was sitting opposite to him, fallen down unconsciously. He hurried towards him, shook him, sprinkled some water from his bottle on him, but the man dint respond. He checked for breath and he was relieved learning that the man was breathing. He looked out if anyone were around, but no one. He ran to the gate to see if he could find anyone on the road but to his bad luck, again no one. The sun had departed and the road was pitch dark without the street-lights. He scanned through the left and right sides of the street. His eyes discovered a ‘Nursing-Home’ at the right end of the street. He ran back to the man and contemplated how he could carry the man to the nursing home. He could see no other option but to carry him on his shoulders. After being accustomed to carrying loads of cement bags at his work, he had it in him to carry the man over his shoulders. Doing so, he hurried along the dark street towards the nursing home.



Lakshmi had prepared a dish with whatever little she had at home. She transferred it into two plates, covered them and kept it aside waiting for Charan to arrive. She went upto the main door and sat at the entrance gazing at the sky feeling helpless about her impecunious state of living. Her home was situated in such an isolated place that mosquitoes and stray dogs were their only neighbours. A cold breeze blew and she wrapped herself tightly with her hands. She thought she should buy a woolen sweater for her grandson who would have to travel daily in this cold weather. She looked into the night sky and got immersed into thoughts.


The stretcher was brought and Charan transferred the man onto it and they rushed him inside the nursing home. Charan found a seat for himself and sat there worried. The hospital staff informed the man’s family, through the cell phone they had found in his pocket. Charan wanted to leave, but decided to wait until he heard from the doctor. Meanwhile, the man’s family arrived with worried looks on their faces. And then, the doctor came out of the room and informed the family members that he was out of danger. Charan felt relieved and then felt ambivalent if he should talk to the family members or just walk off. For a fact, he was never avaricious. Since the family members were in a state of shock, Charan decided to leave. He walked hurriedly towards home as his grandmother would be worried of his late coming.


Lakshmi still sat at the door now feeling a bit tensed about Charan not yet arriving home. A small pain in her chest began but it went unnoticed, as she was worrying about her grandson. But the pain loomed larger. She felt a prick in her heart. Her breathing became harder, faster and shorter. She felt her heart contracting. With one hand on her chest she tried to stand up to fetch some water for herself. As she stood, she felt an intense pull from her heart and felt air being almost pumped out of her and within no time she collapsed and fell. She reposed with her head resting on the door frame and the rest of the body extending outside of her home.



Charan, who was walking briskly, now as he came closer to the house began sprinting excitedly. He wanted to say to her that he had saved a life today. His running stopped abruptly at the entrance of his home. His grandmother was lying there. He moved forward silently, fell to his knees, checked her breath but there was nothing. He looked around but he could find no one. He looked at the sky, he looked left and right, he fluttered to and fro around her with his legs trembling and he called out his grandmother hoping he could get a reply. He felt numb. He walked to the door, sat next to her, lifted and rested her head on his lap and sat staring at her face. His tears dripped onto her forehead, he wiped it and said as if he was talking to her- “ I saved a life today… but ……” tears hurried through his cheeks.


Charan spent his first salary for his grandmother’s final journey.


( Tried something different from my usual. Let me know.)

In my hands

In my hands,
I hold a butterfly
a beautiful creature
whom I’d captur’d

Her wings spread
to escape she tried
but my hands wound
tightly around

Seconds, minutes, hours
still in there
now with feeble efforts
she tries escape

My hands control
her very life;
fate of God’s creation
in my hands.

I open my hands
and out flies
not a butterfly
but golden specks.

I also write at Poshin's World.

Wait

Wait a little bit more.
I promise I will soon change.
Soon my feelings will die,

and my words will mean nothing anymore.
My breaths will be too slow.
My thoughts will be engulfed in insensitivity.
And then I will cut myself,
but blood won't come out anymore.
The wounds will remain unhealed.
Wait for that time,
when my feelings will have passed away.
Your hurting words won’t echo anymore,
when I will be lifeless,
and nothing will affect me.
Have pity on me,
and please let me die.
Then you can burn me, sear me,
choke me or bruise me,
mar me, kill me.
I promise I won’t utter a word.
No tear will fall from my stagnant eyes.
You just wait for some time.

..

" tum kahan thay"
"kiun? kia hoa?"
" batao na kahan thay..?"
"yar shadi main tha.. hoa kia ?"
" suno! hoa kia?"
" kuch naheen!"
"cell kiun off tha?"
" battery down hogi.."
" hogi matlab? dono cells ki battery down thi?"
" problem kia hoi ye batao? "
" kuch naheen"

ting ting ting

" kia hai?"
"phone kiun rakha?"
" marzi meri!"
"baat naheen karni?"
" naheen karni!"
" pakka?"
" han naheen karni"
" theek hai mujhe bhi nahin karni"
" han han theek hai.."
" bilkul mujhe bhi naheen karni main phone rakh raha hun"
" bye"
" han bye"
" suno!"
"bolo"
"mat rakho na.."
"hehehehe kya yar tum bhi na..."

hameesha yehi hota tha ... wo akarti phir..... phir man jati..

Lets swing

Today I saw a little girl. She was happy and playing with her daddy. She saw me and waved me an enthusiastic Hi.. She came running upto me and hugged me and asked me if I would play with her. I said if she wanted to go on the swing. She and I swung. I was a little girl again. I giggled like I did when I didn't care. Like when it didnt matter. Like when my heart was one.

Soon, her daddy called her. She stopped at once and went running into his arms. As she ran, she looked back and said , " Bye. Please come tomorrow too. Its no fun swinging alone." I looked at her and promised her I would try to come. And silently added, " Little girl, dont fall in love. Let your heart never break. Let that smile never leave your face.May you never swing alone."

Her step to the sweetest crime....!!

Don't know if this post will be worth a read but just felt like posting it here...

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She was watching Rab ne bana di jodi with her parents....
Throughout the movie there was just one person in her mind....
It was him....
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She wants to sing the song for him :-

"Tujh me rab dikhta hai......Sajde sar jhukta hai"....

She wants to tell him every bit of emotion she had experienced throughout the movie.She wishes to watch the movie with him,hold his hand,hug him tight and declare to the world how much she loves him......

She's the girl who wants to tell him "I love you".
She's the girl who wants to tell her friends "I love him"
She's the girl who can't wait to tell the world that she's in love....in love with "SOMEONE"....

Someone who's so amazing
Someone who's so caring
Someone who's so loving
Someone who can show her heaven on earth
Someone who's everything for her
Someone who means the world to her


.........But she's just another good friend for him...
There's where the story ends but the girl has imagined a different story...

She's finally in love... For the first time in her life she's felt so wonderful.

The girl oblivious of the bitter reality has finally started dreaming,making lovely fairy tales for her life and living those sleepless nights she had only heard of from movies,read in the cheesy love quotes she had collected and those english love songs by Bryan Adams....Finally she had learnt the meaning of all those lyrics 'cause they were the words she wanted to say,the words which she might never say...And most important she had also learnt the meaning of INSOMNIA...

:)

Those evanescent days!!

Winter is here and I have a tendency of listening to Evanescence in winters. Its their music which fits completely in the chilly winds, foggy dawns and cold fists. When you wake up early morning in North India, you crib getting out of your bed. Why?? Its getting cold and colder each day. You can go to school without a scold from your parents only if you haven't slept for the whole night. What happens when you're at your depressed best and you don't know what you're feeling like?? I was sitting on the rear seat and on my way back home at a strange 5:30 AM. The night before the dawn was very weird.

Indeed it was. I had been sitting in the ICU ward for so many hours observing the glucose drip from the needle to the bottle. I had been weeping endlessly. Its that fear of losing the one who gave you birth. But the doctor told me to go back as I needed rest more than the patient. I called the driver. I didn't want to drive in that mental traumatic condition and put my car in a fatal situation. The fifteen minute drive was full of mixed emotions. The driver tried to talk about me but I was in my own world, praying constantly. I reached my house..not my home...unlocked the gate...unlocked the doors and went inside. I had to take a hot shower to take all the dirt of depression off my shoulders. It was a few minutes past 6 already and as I went down to the kitchen to get some black coffee (coz I didn't want to sleep) I opened all the windows. The sunrise has always fascinated me and I felt the sun rise while I was in the kitchen. Coffee was ready, so was the wind. It came pretty quickly as if announcing sun's arrival. It was still dark though, but the darkness was getting slaughtered. Darkness had always been my personal favorite but I don't know why, that dawn, I enjoyed it being killed. I went back upstairs...put my iPod on the dock and played the *Evanescence* playlist. I went to the balcony to see the sunrise..rather feel the sunlight percolate down me. Sitting on the wall, sipping my coffee, listening to *..How can you see into my eyes like open doors...*, made me feel so much more calm and stable. The whole atmosphere seemed to have enjoying the words and ironically, I enjoyed too. See, I told you that Evanescence is music for winters. Light started peeping from the windows, birds started chirruping, and there I saw a huge orange ball, all set to spread its wings. Sun rose and so did my hopes. New hopes conquered me. My spirits were flying. I smiled for the first time in two weeks and I really smiled from the heart. I was lifted up. Songs were changing and in the middle of all that peace, the phone rang. I picked it up. It was the doctor: "She's fine. You can come and see her. She's gained her senses." Those three sentences seemed like God's own words to me. I thanked Him a dozen times and all those who prayed along with me. Before leaving, I listened to the same song once again.

I saw her but she was still sleeping. Doctor told me that she had gained consciousness for a few minutes but then reverted back to being numb. But he assured me that she'd be all right by evening. Those four days of my life were like putting me on the nail bed. They were like I was being pushed from the eleventh floor and asked each time, "Are you okay?" All this while, it was just me and my solitude trying to reach for the end. The ones who had once promised to be there with me were seen running away faster than light.

Those four days were like darts on my chest, and my hands were tied. But that one sunrise brought a ray of hopes. After all, there's a morning after each night. And this time I hated nights. Spending sleepless nights has become a routine. And whenever I sleep, I cry myself to it. But I'm stronger now. Much more strong than I thought I would ever be!!

Do people

Do people really change?

or is it just an excuse,

to get away from things,

and people of no use??

do people really forget?

or is it a gatherd act,

to escape your mistakes

and decide not to react??

just few lines on my current thoughts ... Was wondering about friends lost and hurt ... for mistakes of their own or smtimes mine ... :(

but then getting back is never so easy !!

Hurt never,smile ever...

Ok the contest is over and the Lounge is back to normal once again.So lets retrun back to normalcy.

There was a boy called 'Joy' in Eastern London .Although he was named Joy,but his personality was totally different.One could not relate him to joy,just because his name was Joy.Joy always had this unique tendency to hurt every one.He did not even spare his dear and closed ones.He used to hurt every one .He seldom spoke and smiled. His teachers used to appreciate about his inherent talents in almost every fields like paintings,singing,writing etc,but it would be annoying for them to see the same frown every time on his face.Joy was helpless for the same reason.He tried changing this unusual habit of his.He started working towards this.His girlfriend called "Smile" left him for the same reason.He always used to curse her in every thing that she did.It was strange that Smile always wished to live with Joy.She could not think of a life without Joy.Joy and Smile were made for each other.They were unseparable .But ,this hurt factor changed their life.An unexpected controversy broke their friendship.Now ,Joy and Smile never spoke nor they met just because of this thing called hurt.Joy wanted to change this habit of his and wanted to live a happy life with Smile. A Smile is what he expected.
Later on he learnt that one should

Hurt never and smile ever.

Now ,Smile is back with Joy.Thus with this post of mine , I want to emphasize on the fact that we unfortunately hurt people by saying few words that may make some one feel bad or may be with our behavior.We often fail to accept this fact that its not we who get hurt when some one speaks against us.Even we do the same to others.Lets change this behavior and let make this place a beautiful place to live.

5 more days for new year ,what is your new year resolutions?

Well I make new year resolutions every year,but I fail to keep it up.
I took an oath to read bible every day on 1st January 2008,but I could not do it due to certain things.
I promised to never hurt any one,but I do hurt people now and then.
I wanted to help others, and yes I am helping poor kids.

This year my new year resolutions are the same.
This is probably my last post for this year .Oh!! yes I have one more post to be scheduled on 31st December at 11: 55 pm. It is some thing about some one special.I loved her since childhood and I am going to reveal her identity on 31st December 2008 at 11:55pm.Do read that.

Meet you on a brand new year 2009.In 2009, I will be completing my Engineering ,getting into job etc.Hope 2009 would be good for every one .

Just write in your new year resolutions in the comment section.

Till then Happy new year and happy Writing.

Waiting in the rain...

It was raining...

She waited.... at the altar, for him to come...

He waited.... at the border, for the enemy to strike...

PS: The contest may be over... but the inspiration lingers still!! Don't know if this qualifies as a haiku... Will be glad if it does!! Anyway, I was watching a movie when this thought came into my mind... must salute our armed forces for their sacrifices!!

Member of month - December 2008 Ste.

Its the last month of the year and its raining on our blog in this unusual period of time.Although it would stop raining by 25th December and the lounge will be back to work and normal posting will commence .I would like to thank every one who has supported this contest no matter it be the administrators,members etc.This lounge is for every one and do remember that without your supports we wouldn't be here.We started with 3 and today we are 80 which indicates that we are the largest group blog in the blogworld.

Let me announce the member of the month for december and its .
Stephen

Here are the result details.

1. Stephen 20 (33%)
2. Arjun 10 (16%)
3. Sandeep 9 (15%)

The votings for the member of month - January 2009 will start from 7th January 2009
Tan,Prats,Rashi,Asbah,Priyanka,Mona,Lover,Jack,Arjun,Leo are the active members who are considered for the MoM - January 2009.

Member of Month of the Writers Lounge from August 2008

August 2008 - Sandeep
September 2008 - Sandeep
October 2008 - Sandeep
November 2008 - Priyanka
December 2008 - Stephen.

We would love to hear from you.Keep this place beautiful

Regards ,
The Writers Lounge team.


PS:Contest results will be declared by 10th January 2009, and lounge will remain open from 25th December 2008 .

BLOOD AND RAIN

The trouble with incessant rain is that it fogs up your vision. With an effective suppressor and a fantastic grip, the Bennington 460e was the best sniper rifle in the black market. Even so, technology had to bow down to the erratic temperament of Mother Nature as I struggled to get a clear shot.

A hundred yard shot was a piece of cake. The roof of the Parson’s hotel gave a much better view of the building across the road. All I needed was one clear vision of the General. The General was due anytime now. But I had to get the vision clear, right on the crosshair. I did not care who wanted him dead and why. All that mattered to me was the cash that would be deposited to my Swiss account as soon as I put a .22 slug through the grey matter of some nondescript being.

The rain had no intention of stopping and I lay silently in the dark recess of the roof of Parson’s Hotel waiting for my prey. The cold winds added to my woes and I only hoped that I would have time before the guy opened his umbrella as soon as he got out of his vehicle.

A dark blue sedan pulled in on the curb. That was the car as per the information provided. I steadied my grip on the rifle and took in all I could see through the visor. Time slowed down as I readied myself. The door opened and a guard stepped out. He glanced around for a second or two and beckoned the General out. The ever conspiring rain now increased its intensity.

Finally the balding head of a corpulent middle aged man showed up on my visor. I didn’t inhale, couldn’t afford that movement. And as the rain hit me with a savage force, there was a clap of thunder. I didn’t know whether the gunshot corresponded with the sound of nature’s fury, for I was blinded at that moment. All I could see was red rain pouring through my eyes. The skies seemed even darker and I slumped onto my back. A man in a sinister trench coat had a gun pointed at me and it’s barrel billowed with fine misty smoke. Somewhere through his dark countenance, a badge reflected the moonlight onto my blinded eyes.

Word count: 392
Image: self made on Corel Photoshop

The Red Sky

I peeped inside the umbrella shop to make sure if it was still there. There it was. My gaze was fixated on the red umbrella spread out at the right corner of the shop. It was broken by the sudden drizzle. I could feel the rain droplets kissing me. I pulled myself away from the shop with much difficulty and started walking towards the backyard of the Mosque which I called home. My Ammi swept the mosque grounds and managed a meager sum everyday in the form of alms from the generous souls. It was hardly enough to cover ourselves. Two square meals a day was a luxury. I cursed my stars for this pathetic existence. The grey clouds were transforming into a dark shade of black. I had barely anything to cover my body and to think I had been salivating at the thought of owning that red umbrella!

It was then I noticed that crumpled piece of note falling out of his pocket. I pounced on it and ran in the opposite direction. I could not believe my luck when I checked my catch. A 500 rupee note! I walked straight into the umbrella shop like a person possessed. It cost me my entire loot.

I spread out my red umbrella and walked out into the street. The sky was no longer blue under it. I could feel myself soak in the color of the sun. I reached home and screamed with joy. The red umbrella was such a misfit in this little hutment. I called for Ammi. I saw the rice soup she had prepared for me kept in a corner, untouched. I felt a twitch in my stomach. Here was Ammi who saved every penny to feed me. And here I was who had succumbed to his temptations. I wanted to hug her for loving me so unselfishly. I walked out of the hut only to find her lying still in a pool of water. I shook her. I felt her pulse, her heartbeat. Everything was eerily silent. She was dead. I collapsed besides her. She had been starving to feed me. My tears went unnoticed in the rain.

I placed my red umbrella besides Ammi while laying her to rest. It was the least expensive gift I could give her in return for the most supreme one she had bestowed me with-the gift of life.

Word count: 400 words

(*image copyright: Soze/flickr)

(The rain gods were a lil difficult to please...he he...it took a while...am extremely sorry for the delay...was stuck up with work and was hard pressed for time...was not sure if would be able to pen one down...wanted to...desperately...given the fact that this contest has had great participation from all...how could i miss out on the party...stretched myself today...and the rains from kerala have lashed the lounge...cheers! will be back to comment on all stories that i missed...you all make the lounge rock friends...a big five for all of you here! Rock on!)

The rain and him

“Can I be there with you for the evening?”, he asked.

“You can do anything you want.”, she replied.

“All right. May I be there with you?”, he asked again.

This time she looked at him, as if trying to read his face, his eyes and his soul thoroughly.

“Some thing is wrong with you is it?”, she quizzed as if cracking a joke.

“Yes. Something is wrong. And I can’t go unless the half good and half bad thing is ok”, he replied in a sober tone.

He sounded hopeful, and that gave her strength. She wanted to feel it strongly now, that it was her, and he would tell it to her pretty soon.

So she paused for a while and said, “ You can wait. But you need to give me some good reason for it.”

He stood up immediately and screamed, “A good reason for your best friend??”.

She giggled and said, “Well, why not!”.

“I’ll tell you this time… the reason..”, he said.

Her heart skipped a beat. She almost could see him telling that to her now.

He continued, “The reason… the reason is love..! yes love!!”.

She could not stop smiling, and dreaming. Her world seemed to have stopped for the good this time.

“Finally…”, said she, smiling and blushing.

“Yes, finally I had the guts to ask her out. God! She was just more than willing and that gave me such a high! And now, if I move out in the rain, I’ll spoil the flowers I bought for her, also the dress. So yes, I am here .Thank God you exist! Else my first gift for her would have been all messed up”, he said all this in a hurry, moving towards the window.

“Oh , the rain’s stopped.”, he smiled again kissed her on her cheek, “See you later. Love you. Pray for me. Ok?”, and he rushed out.

She watched him run down the pavement, through her window, towards the same place where once he and she had a “mock date”.

She smiled, looked towards the sky and said, “I wish it didn’t rain. But keep him happy always.”

Closed the window, and vanished somewhere inside her house.

The Rain and Me

The sea, so calm, sat next to me,

The scarlet sky, my ceiling,

I sat, with my thoughts, beneath the palms,

As slowly, the night was unveiling.

Fishermen’s boats, out afar,

Approaching me, like a friend,

The monsoon clouds, threaten,

To bring my thoughts, to an end

Distant thunder, echoing loud,

A flash of lightning, lights the sky,

Only a moment, before the rain pours down,

In the rain, my heart does fly

Walking in the drizzle, I hum,

A bird, voices its songs with me,

In these serene backwaters,

That is like home to me

When I was young, I had danced,

In this rain, untamed and wild,

Now I hold only memories,

Moments like these, I wish I was I child

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Mid Summer Deluge

A smile beamed across his face as he surveyed the dark sky; he whispered to his fellow third graders, “It’s going to rain”. Even before they could react, he picked up his battered notebooks from the ground and climbed over the school’s mud fence. He felt a sudden cold breeze on his face; the rain was coming and he had to reach home before it did.

He pulled out a few marbles from his faded navy blue trouser pocket and made sure the big one with the yellow streak was there. Holding his books close to his chest and clutching his trouser pocket containing the marbles, he jumped off the mud fence and dashed towards the rice field. Balancing himself with one hand, he crossed the field over a narrow path while the rice plants danced to the tune of the strong breeze. By the time he reached the banyan tree just outside the rice field, a heavy wind had started to blow away leaves and the tree rained down ripe fruits like heavy pellets.

He reached a long dusty road and saw his house on the other end. His small feet kicked up dust as he raced towards the house. He heard the rain, like a swarm of bees, getting closer and felt the air getting heavier with moisture. He turned back to see the dusty road changing color to dark brown as the rain splashed on it, racing towards him. He ran as fast as he could while the trees on either side swayed violently, as if cheering him

He leapt over the steps leading to his house followed by the thundering sound of the rain hitting the clay tiled roof. He fell on his knees trying to catch his breath, the sweet smell of earth filled his lungs and he felt it flow throughout his body.

Twenty years have passed since that mid-summer deluge, but the sight of the rain chasing him down the dusty road, the sound of it pelting on the roof and the sweet smell of earth it brought will remain locked in his heart forever.

That's 355 ml of rain. Not the heaviest seen in this blog so far, but its a mid summer deluge; a special one :)

A Rainy love story

This poem was written by me and my friend together while we travelled back home one day and it was raining outside. This was formed within an hour by exchange of few messages -

Some drops touched mud,some on flowers
only few were lucky to embrace her lips
as they slid down her open eyelids.

She welcomed them with her open palms
while others ran for shelter,she
stood there,under rain's charms.

He felt glad from her carefree dance,
it made him say "i love you dear"
as she stepped into his open arms.

Oh rain you bring so much of love,
but where does love vanish
when you are not around here?

In his arms she felt warm
and so much cared,but it never
lasted untill the rain fare.

She felt her freedom arrest,
wanting to get free,dancing
in the rain,unlike rest.

She enjoyed rains but he sulked more
when for the mud puddles on the road,
she left him sitting all alone.

She called him to be under the sky
to walk cozily,hand in hand
how much she would have enjoyed.

Rain stopped,its sunny around
is he the one destind for me,
she searches for answers about

In the burning heat she walk ahead
but to find a shade over her,he was
there with an umbrella over her head.

He was the one guy to be lost never,
his presence answered all questions..
whether rainy or not,they walk together, hand in hand..

Happy forever..!!!

Guitar hero

It would be a complete understatement to say that it rained that day. It sure did! All day and all night and then, even the next day. For safety reasons the electricity had been cut off. There was absolutely nothing to do. All of us were isolated in our own homes. I didn’t know what to do. And it just kept raining. I cursed the rains. What else could I do?

I had just moved to a new city and this is how it welcomed me! I knew no-one here. Not even my neighbours. You know how it is when you just get a new job. Handling that is your first priority. Add to it that there was nothing in my kitchen. My grand entry into MUMBAI.

Since there was nothing else to do, I picked up my guitar which I hadn’t played since more than a year now. And it reminded me of all the days gone by. Of the days that I spent in college, sitting at the canteen playing. It was a chick magnet, let me tell you. But all I wanted to do was play for her. All my songs were about her, for her. Suddenly, as I played, I remembered of all the days we spent together.  Of all the silly fights and the immediate sorry calls. I remembered the way she went away just without a goodbye, the email that followed which said that she couldn’t carry on. She said I would get out of my life if I loved her. I loved her. I remembered the why I could never ask. It was all over, just like that. The loud thunder brought me back to now. It was over. I was here. A fresh start. A new beginning. Maybe in this city of dreams, I would find the girl of my dreams.

It was almost 8pm by now and my stomach was growling just as loudly as the thunder outside. It was pitch dark and I didn’t even have a candle. I started playing.

 

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

 

KNOCK KNOCK. Who could that be now? “It is open. Come in,” I said. Came in one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. Long hair and candle in her hand. “We saw you were alone and in the dark. Would you care to join us for dinner?” Somehow I didn’t stop playing. I continued..

 

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“relax,” said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave! 

 

 

looking at the rains....

rains pouring heavily
i look around
just to find her

Heartache

"Rain, don't mask my tears... let him see the hurt, the pain, the anguish, the agony of the shattered heart that he's leaving behind..."

PS: Just got inspired by the few "really short" stories that have been posted here! My version is slightly lengthy (24 words); nevertheless, thought I could post it here!!

Barish!

Aj barish ki,

Chum chum barasti bondain,

Zameen ki tashna labi ko,

Sairab kar rahi theen,

Main bhi waheen kaheen,

Puranay manzar purani yadain,

Wo totay sapnay wo bheegi ankhain,

Taman roz o shab ko bholay,

Mujasam khari thi,

Waheen jahan tan man,

Zameen ka barish bhigo rahi thi,

Dimagh mera tab ye bola,

K jo barish hoi thi shab main,

Tumharay dil par wo kia hoa?

Main chup thi ke wo phr se bola,

Nahi afaqa hoa na kuch tmko,

Tm sikho dil ki mitti ko phr,

Zinda karna ab is zameen se,

Ke jb barasti barish band hogi,

Ye sumo ke pani nai si hogi,

Phr se tashna dahani hogi,

To kaheen phr se,

BARISH ZAROOR HOGI!

My rain

People sing you are my sunshine,

I say you are my rain.

The dry, patched earth waits

Just I like yearn for you.

The song-bird awaits

Just like I ache for you.

The monsoon arrives.

The earth rejoices,

The water from heaven

Freeing her from bonds unknown,

Take her to a place

She has only dreamt of.

The song-bird sings

Of pleasures only she knows,

Her love is back

To fulfill every desire, her every wish.

The tree reborn,

Her life is new,

Nothing like her ever knew.

Nothing has changed.

Nothing is the same.

One day, I’m sure,

You’ll come too.

One day, I’m sure

I feel like them too.

One day, I’m sure,

You’ll be here to stay.

And like the rain,

You will not ever leave.

One day, I’m sure.

I was in middle of a really boring chapter when I thought of this. I guess I should really start studying if it gives me inspiration for more poems :) Hope you will like it :D

P.S cross posted at my blog

I hear thunder

“I hear thunder…,” sang Babli, her finger on her right ear, showing off her newly acquired knowledge to Khanna uncle. This rhyme was her favorite! Usually, after she had enthralled her audience, emotional aunties would go gaga over her, saying “Oh, so cute!!” Ironically however, she was petrified of the same thunder that was an integral part of her act.

Babli, my younger sister, was four and I, eight. And since her arrival, no one was interested in acknowledging my presence. People were all over her, while I fumed in a corner, consoling myself with my best friend—Barbie. Even mummy and daddy were always on her side, saying “Pinky, you should understand… she’s your little sister.” Unwillingly, I had to surrender. New toys were showered upon her, while I had to plead for the smallest of things. How I wished for a chance to get even with her!

One day in August, we both were at loggerheads with each other, wanting to play with Barbie. “She’s mine,” I said, snatching Barbie away, “don’t you dare touch her!” Babli started crying. I waited for the impending doom—mummy’s thrashing! Fortunately, mummy had to run an errand and didn’t have time to arbitrate. So, we sat far apart, in two corners of the living room, making faces at each other and not talking. Mummy then announced,” Pinky, granny can’t come to baby-sit you today. You have to take care of Babli in my absence. I will be back in an hour. Be a good girl.” And she left. We both were still in our earlier state of war—I kept myself busy combing Barbie’s hair, while Babli engaged herself in some scribbling with crayons.

Dark clouds had gathered in the sky. It was going to rain heavily. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning followed by a roll of thunder!! And Babli came running to me and hugged me tight, her eyes tightly closed. Reflexively, I hugged her back, as though protecting her, telling her she’s safe and secure in my arms!! She needn’t fear anything or anybody as long as her big sister was with her. That was my moment of realization!! All our tiffs, envy, and the desire to get even were gone. I felt a deep sense of responsibility towards her. We were still lost in our hug when I heard the door unlock and mummy walk in. However, Babli still clung to me. Thunder was all that it took to get us together… forever!!

And as I sat down to type this out, a window popped on my computer: “Di, I think it’s going to rain… I hear thunder.” It was from Babli—now happily married and staying in the other hemisphere. Instinctively, I typed my reply: “Big bear hug!!!”

PS: This is especially for my little sister, Mona. It's 463 words, but not my official entry for the contest anyway. Please bear with me for the 63 extra words!!

A City Awakens Again...

I felt a drop fall on me, as I walked out of the house. I looked up, and saw more. The heavens had opened up.

Mumbai, the business capital of India, a city that is bustling with crowds and vehicles, even a cow sometimes in the middle. When it rains heavily, the city sometimes goes under havoc. But today’s rain was just a light shower. It was just a few week back that this city was the centre of attention, of not just the country but the world. It was the day a blatant terror attack took place. A cruel and cowardly attack that claimed many an innocent life and brought the city to a standstill…

After three days of fighting the terrorists, we won. A handful of terrorists against many of our best soldiers from the special task force, and it took us three days. It showed a lack of preparedness but also helped ring alarms of security in the top level of the government. We won, but sacrificing their lives for our safety, were great men. Today they are no longer with us in body, but they always will be there by us in spirit. They will encourage us to fight during the toughest of times. I pray their souls rest in peace.

Today, the city is slowly getting back to its normal ways. As I walk in this evening rain, I can see people coming back from work. A café that was attacked that day is slowly but surely coming back into business. I can still see crowds in the streets, and that odd cow. I can still see some anxiety on people’s faces but I can also see a smile. I can see people who used to hate each other before, now helping each other out. I can see the people fighting for entering a bus, for even an inch on the footboard. Yes, slowly and surely, Mumbai is coming back to the way it was before.

It makes me think of a message I got back then. “Terrorists have managed to unite the country, something that the politicians did not succeed in”. Sad but true. It did unite the country. The rain, I feel, is the tears of the martyrs, who lost their lives defending us. But are they crying with joy or with sadness? It is something I have no answer to.

Vinay(aka Leo) 398 words. Pic: Google Pictures.
PS: I am not from Mumbai, so this is just imaginative. Not sure if it is good or not.

Of dreams, hope, and the rain

Muthu looked up at the sky with despair—it was a clear blue canvas with no trace of clouds, and that too, in July, when rain-laden clouds usually crowd the sky. He turned his gaze to the ragged plastic bag in his hand—filled with fifty-odd small zip-locked plastic pouches. Finally, he peeked into his shirt pocket—he had nothing!!

The picture of Radha, his little sister—the apple of his eye—flashed through his mind. With whatever little he earned by selling stuff in the local trains, he treated her like a princess. But now, she would be heartbroken because her “Anna” wouldn’t be able to buy her the doll that he had promised.

Muthu sat down on a bench on the platform and remembered the day when Ustaad had called all of them for the “product launch.” He’d held up small zip-locked plastic pouches: “Arey, abhi naya China ka maal aaya hai… mobile cover. Abhi yeh bechneka.” His idea was met with strong opposition by all but one—Muthu. He could make a lot of money on these pouches—the rainy season was approaching and cell-phones were ubiquitous. And he could buy Radha the doll she’d always wanted!!

Muthu was super-excited!! He had even come up with some brilliant lines to impress and entice the buyers: “Nokia, Sony, ya Motolora, baarish mein sabka raksha karo… first-class water-poof mobile cover… China maal, sirf das rupiya.” He had some trouble with pronunciation, but that was more than compensated for by his enthusiasm!!!

And now, the rain-Gods were betraying him. The skies had been clear for days, and he had not sold a single unit. Ustaad was behind his life for money; but more importantly, the doll that Radha had dreamt of for so long would remain a distant dream. How could he fail his little princess like that?

He looked up at the sky again. It had turned dark gray!! As he held out his palm, surprised, the first few drops of rain fell onto it and lit up his face with the most enchanting smile ever. God was listening!! He looked at the local train approaching the platform, stood up, adjusted his slightly loose pants, and ran. As he got in, his heart was brimming with enthusiasm and hope; with a twinkle in his eye and a dimple on his cheek, he smiled and shouted, “Nokia, Sony, ya Motolora…”

Word count: 400

Presenting my maiden effort on this blog! Comments, criticism, suggestions are most welcome. And I am glad to be a part of this illustrious group of writers!! Thanks everyone and God bless!

Barish ke 4 Ghantay !

12:00 a.m
"uff ! kia karon ye to acha start he nahin ban raha ...God! kaise shuru karon?" mushkil kuch bhi nahin tha sirf BARISH par 400 lafz ki kahani likhna thi magar kia likhon? Or jo naheen likhon to ye baat chubhti rahegi par jo likha or kisi ko pasand na aya to? Koi parhay ya na parhay "ASBAH" or "STEPHEN" to parh he lain ge magar..
3:00 p.m
"Shit! yahan to barish shuru hogayi acha khasa likhna shuru kardia tha ab kahan chupon?.. saray kaghaz gila hogaya.. " Biragharak hogaya 25 last tareekh hai ... mujhe jeetna hai! ... ye jaga theek rahegi yaheen bathti hon! (ye park ka sab se dhaka chupa kona hai yahan barish bilkul tang naheen karti) ye barish ne bhi abhi hona tha mujhe likhna hai yar story ... ik to ye mitti meray poray kapray kharab kardegi (par main kon sa khushi se is mitti main bethi hon) Kash! yahan bistar hota or main sojati kitna acha lagta.. main darht se taik lagaye akhain monday apni wahid areshani "400 words On Rain" ko sooch rahi thi ke ankh lag gai main abhi khuwabon main pohnchi he thi ke kisi dabi dabi se awaz ne mujhe pani taraf bulana shuru kardiya barish ki is tup tup main ye na janay kon tha...
Main dikhna chahti thi ke ye kon badbakht hai jo mujhe khuwabon se haqiqat ka safar teh karwa raha hai magar.. ankhain ke papotay bhari ho rahay thay.
"Ay barish ko behjnay walay is bhari bharkum ko mujh par se utha takkay main apne bachay is ke kapron par lagnay ki waja se kho na don" koi neechay se bol raha tha
"Mitti ye insaan hai behis or kathoor issay kia kahbar mohabbat ki judai ki ye to dulat ke nashaymain choor rehnay wali makhloq hai .." main ne dekha to maray hairat ke ankhain phati reh gain bhala kabhi mitti bhi bolti hai
"Naheen bol to sirf tum skatay ho jo Uski rehmaton se nala'n ho ..."
" mmm " main kuch bolna chahti thi mgr bolti kia?
"Tujhe likhna hai to RAB ke liye likh ke wo MALIK hai. RAB ko likh, uske bandon ke masail likh bas uske liye likh! likh sakegi uske liye? wo dega" main wahan se bhag khari hoi..
4:00 p.m
Barish kisi ko ronay ka moqa deti hai to kisi ko khushi magar mjhe barish ne in 4 ghanton main "mera or barish ka rishta" dia tha

words count:400

-IllusiOn!

*I dont know wether people will like it or not but ol i can say it I am lukng forward for comments!*

The Rain Storm.

As I lay in my bed, trying to sleep, I heard a spattering of rain outside. I turned over, trying to hear it better. I had always loved rain at night.

‘Come on,’ I thought. ‘Become a huge, loud thunderstorm. Reflect my mood. Be a real-life symbol.
’
The rain splashed lightly against my window and the wind whistled, but it did not escalate further.

Lately, I had been feeling less than human. It was hard for me to say just what was wrong. Everything was the same as always. The same people, work. Nothing had changed. But then, perhaps that in itself was the problem. Pinpointing my issue seemed impossible to me. My life wasn’t bad enough for me to call myself ‘depressed’ but I was never happy. I felt hollow, like something was missing. I couldn’t tell what was missing, though, and that lack of knowledge made me constantly unhappy.

So I then poured myself into little bits of everything, for short periods of time. Today I drew something wonderful, and tomorrow I would write my award-winning novel. Friday I would dance like nothing else. Saturday would be devoted to music: Violins, iPods, anything with a hot beat and a catchy tune. But nothing ever lasted. My life was on repeat. Every week was identical. My outlets came back to haunt me.

But I hadn’t exploded, at least not yet. I came home and cried almost daily, but I had yet to finally let everything out and just scream. I hadn’t thrown anything, or hit anyone. My sanity felt like it was ebbing slowly away, but I was physically unhurt.

And that’s when I realized that I was already just like the storm. The storm, the rain, the wind, they were all quiet. The rain painted my window with tears, the same way my eyes managed to produce them every evening. The wind was noisy, but it could not overpower the sound of the rain against my window. It didn’t scream or break anything. But it was there, quietly making itself known to the world to me.

So I realized as I lay there, trying to drift off to sleep, that there didn’t have to be a huge thunderstorm to reflect a type of sadness. The quiet misery I felt was embodied in that quiet rainstorm. I had found a real-life symbol, but somehow, I didn’t feel much better.

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Word Count: 400

Rain And Tears . . .

The Day The Rain God Smiled...




It was the day of reckoning. Ramu had hoped this day would never come. But had seen, with mounting dread in his heart, the tall yet swarthy mustached man go on and on about it all on master’s television screen about 3 days ago.




The master was a great man, thought Ramu. Who else in this large city would have taken a village boy into their house for work and to earn their keep?


At least this is better than staying in the village and dying of hunger, like his elder brother chose. The villagers had suffered worst from the draught. They’d done every possible pooja, (some sacrifices too) but to no avail.


Untill 2 weeks ago.


It had rained. It had rained cats and dogs, like it was the most natural thing to happen after 10 long years of draught. But it did not stop! It kept pouring like INDRA was paying them for their patience, with interest, all at once. As though he was trying to make up for what he’d missed in the past decade.


At first, they thought it to be a blessing. They started getting uneasy however, once the dam, the dry bed of thorny bushes, began to actually overflow.


Suddenly, it all seemed to be more a curse than a blessing.


Ramu’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the name Saharanpur. Almost cricking his neck, he turned to see the sight on the screen that he would never forget.


He was looking at the areal view of a tiny village.. or whatever was left of it. Bits of rubble, A roofless house, a trunk floating on the enormous expanse of water…. Ramu turned away.


But that did not stop his ears from listening to what the reporter was saying:


“….village was completely washed off. It was the only village that stood directly in the path of the water when the dam broke. There are only a handful of survivors. The CM has promised to visit soon. The authorities are still trying to figure out why the dam did not hold through this unseasonal rain when it successfully braved the earthquake last year….”

“You can’t ever trust those damned fools to do anything right, those fools. It’s too late now, boy, you go to sleep now. “






A tear dropped down Ramu’s cheek, just as the rain started splattering the window panes…..






word count : 398


 
My first attempt guys
:)

The Rains are a'coming!!

The winds are strong, and I can feel the salty taste on my skin. It has been a long time coming, but I know it wouldn’t hold out any longer. After all, it’s the monsoon season!



The monsoon in this area has always fulfilled its promises. I would know. I’ve lived here all my life. All 6 years of it.


It’s been an awesome time here. I’ve had my good days and I’ve had those adventurous ones too. Youthful, unbridled joy comes to mind when I see those beautiful blades of grass, fresh in anticipation of the shower they are about to receive. I can even smell the mud. . . . You know, that wet mud smell that comes before every shower. It heightens my pleasure to think of the amazing feast we all will have once the rain stops. My pot belly grumbles; as though its angry, wishing the rain would start; almost willing it to start.


Though it’s been good, I’ve had my share of problems too. Like that time when the ugly neighbor kid who loved to chase around the poor butterflies with a net, spotted me, and decided to have some ‘Real Fun’ that day! He sneaked up and struck out at my leg when I was not looking, forcing me to hop and jump and scream in absolute pain! Thank God his mom called him just then. Another time he had almost poked my eye out with that death stick. Mom did tell me not to visit him or his garden thereafter. “An evil kid he is. I don’t want you anywhere near him. Do you understand? I guess I have to listen to her once in a while. . .


Now It’s time I did what all of us have to do. The monsoon demands it of us. I’m not complaining of course. To be frank, I’m rather proud of the job they gave me. It’s an honor after all, to be the harbinger of Good Times!


There! I see thunderclouds approaching! Just the look of those menacing clouds brings joy to everyone’s hearts! My voice is louder than an elephant’s trumpet, they say! (I can’t be sure though; Never met one of those mammoths!)


Now step aside, dear! Let me do my job!


So here goes:


“Hey Guys! The Rains a’Coming!!


Croak! Croak!


Ribbid! Ribbid!


CRRRRROOOAAAAAKK!!!”

Word Count : 395

Sandeep Malan,Richa,Supari bhai and the Rains....

(Hey guys,guess what our super hero Sandeep Malan is back in the lounge.It s raining and he is having his problems,lets see what our hero is going to do to get rid of supari bhai.Will he disappoint his girlfriend Richa once again...just check and give me your feedbacks.Check "The Legend of Sandeep Malan" if you wanna know how this story evolved....)

“Ok.Evening sharp at 6 pm,CCD,dadar,”Sandeep said to Richa. They were about to meet after a long time.As usual Sandeep was busy with his office work.Also , he was going to take part in a TV reality dance show called “Rakhi ke saath nacho,” he was busy practicing .He was eagerly waiting for Rajinikanth’s next movie “Yentran” which would be released in 2009.He celebrated Rajnikanth's birthday by cutting cake and distributing sweets in his apartment.Even his best friend Asbah was invited for that birthday.

”Yeh to bata,dekhta hai tu kahan,” his phone rang.It was Supari bhai giving his regular supari to sandeep.”Shanpati ,apun ko aaj tujhe milna hai sham 6 baje CCD mein,” Sandeep’s face turned pale and his body started shivering after hearing Supari bhai's voice. He could not repay the 20k bucks that he borrowed from the don.He was supposed to meet his girlfriend Richa and Supari bhai at the same time and that too at the same place.He wanted to get rid of that.An idea struck in his mind. He remembered a scene from Rajnikanth's flick where the hero’s body is painted with black color. Sandeep decided to do the same.He soon removed his shirts and changed his brown face to a yellow one.He painted his face with yellow oil paint, with red stripes just like an adivaasi.

He reached CCD at 6 pm ,people were looking at him like crazy.”See,the clown momma ,” a boy of 4 could not stop laughing after seeing Sandeep in this avatar. Sandeep was already used to such embarassing scenes .He once, roamed Marine drive without his pants and few days later ,he gave himself an European blonde look. He was waiting for Richa. He grabbed her hands as soon she reached CCD. ”Bachao”, She shouted.Sandeep assured her that it was him. He refrained himself from telling the story behind this yellow paint. At the same time,Supari bhai was searching for Sandeep Malan. Sandeep believed that Supari could not identify him, so he decided to perform some Rajini style. ”Enna ,da rascala,you searching for Sandeep,”Sandeep slapped bhai. Supari bhai’s men got furious with this act of the yellow colored guy . ”Enna kanna,chuma adharrula," he went on with his Rajni dialogues.He slapped Supari again and again,it seemed he liked it.Suddenly, it rained and the yellow paints were getting washed off.But he wasn’t aware of it.”Aila, tu hai,pakkado sale ko,”Supari ordered his men to catch Sandeep who was trying to escape.

word count : 400

Not even words..!!

Muted. Drenched-

He winked.

Whelmed, she blinked.


7 words;)
I'm competing like a kid.lolz... Anyway, not far from a story, eh??

Hope :)

And there she was, clinging on to her big purse on one hand and umbrella on the other, looking beautiful as ever as she headed towards me. I was looking for some company for that last mile and she obliged to join me. Our umbrellas collided all the time as the rain refused to die down. I wanted to start the conversation but I had come to know that her boyfriend had dumped her few days back and so didn’t want to relive her pain. Instead I wanted to tell her all that was on my mind.

I wanted to tell her how wrong it was for me to be so insecure. How I wished now that she would return to me again. I would do all that it takes to keep the relationship going. Now it would be me who would be responsible for all that would go wrong. But I couldn’t, I could not get in any words. Wouldn’t it be so selfish on my part to convince her now? Why should I want her to believe me?

Finally we reached our destination. It felt weird, speechless the whole way. I actually didn’t mind spending everyday outside her house in the pouring rain, just to tell her how I felt. And then in the end I finally managed to utter “Sneha”.She looked at me, it seemed her eyes wanted me to say something all this while. She Waited.

“I ….I……. well….well………”

*A loud nagging noise from somewhere*

“Will you directly have your lunch son?”

“Mom”

As I drove to my office, I saw the black clouds gather. It sure would rain heavily I thought.I somehow managed to reach office some 20 minutes late. Boss gave me an angry look which I had somewhat got used to. As I sat in my office chair, my friend cum colleague Sumeet said something in a very hush-hush manner.

“Sorry… what? Didn’t get you?

Dude I said Aditya dumped Sneha

I pinched myself.

Word Count:331

Surrender.

Scorching sun surrenders to velvet-clouds.

Heavenly droplets kiss arid lands.

Yellow flaunt in green.

word count: 14 :P

My Rainy Day

Each touch of rain to the ground
makes me die a little,
and live a little more.
So solemn is the day,
grey and endless,
like an infinite nothing.
My mind drifts in these empty days,
thoughts of freedom,
ideals of love.
They come to me when I'm here.
Tomorrow seems so far away,
like a shade in the horizon.
The clouds drift away,
but the rain keeps pouring on.
Time seems to stop,
in the chaotic noise and cold feel,
feelings of death and rebirth.
I love rainy days,
except when I'm in love.

***

Just wanted to share this poem I wrote a long time ago.

Slushpiles.

I dont want to fall.

I'd have loved to love you, if there was no 'falling' in it.

 

I don’t like rains.

Droplets risking a jump to enjoy a fall.

Leaving the benign skies, they end up filling slushpiles.

 

word count :40

That rainy day...

"Why does it never rain when you are with me ??" He sounded so gloomy.

"How am i supposed to know dear ? God Knows!!"



It was raining again.... Just when we have to meet. It always happens so... As it is,it rains in bangalore anytime and everytime... but even if it is too hot and sunny all day, it will definitely rain when i have to meet Ayush.



"Ok! its stopped raining.. I am starting now"



"Hope you don't get your umbrella."



"High hopes!! I have no intention of falling sick.Any way unlike you,i do not stay with my parents but with room mates here"



"Ok...atleast reach fast. I have already started from home"



And it rained again while i was in the auto. but the thought of spending time with Ayush made my heart soar higher. I played with the raindrops falling from the auto sides, singing my favorite rain filled songs and messaging love notes to him.



Ayush loved choclates so i decided to get down at the bakery before going to our meeting place in the nearby park. I was paying the auto wallah when i heard his voice behind me.He was talking on his cell phone.and then i heard him say ...



"Don't be so naughty darling.. I have to meet an old friend.. Ya he is a guy dear.. no other girl is as sweet as my honey right... Ok baba.. i will be on time... Bye,,, love you ma sweet heart"



I could not turn towards him... My face was pale, eyes red with tears... Ayush, the so called love of my life,one for whom i fought with all my friends and family... He did not love me at all..







Suddenly the rains meant different to me. I regretted not getting my umbrella as i walked back home. I regretted falling sick for next 5 days. But i was happy it gave me time to be away from him.



I left him but rains took me in their arms till i was alone....

When I look at the rain...

This is not so much of a story, but anyway, whatever it is, it is all here...

When I look at the rain out of my bedroom window on a day filled with leisure, a day when I let my deepest desires roam free... the first thing I think about is the lush green Swiss mountains, nurtured by nature, and the romantic breeze so soft and alluring...

When I take a second glance, I see a young couple dancing in the rain, on empty roads, carefree... 

and then I see myself, with him... the faceless one, the one with whom I know I'd wanna be with...

Maybe somewhere deep within, I know the face that I want to see, but I am afraid to take his name, lest the winds carry it to him... The face at which I could stare for long hours, (without getting caught), the face that belonged to a person I admired...., the face that I searched for in a group of twenty and a crowd of twenty hundred...., the way my heart suddenly started overworking on its own when I finally did spot him..., the way I always shrouded my admiration under a false garb..., the times when I silently cheered for him......, the way I wanted to be happy because I knew he was, the times when I found myself smiling because I knew he was... the times when I wanted to say something to him and never found my nerves at the right places to do so... the times when I waited for him to come and talk to me... and when he did, the way my spirits stayed high and I had music in my ears and a spring in my step for an entire day and another night...

And then our ways parted, to two ends of the world... 

But I know they will cross again, sometime in the future...

Will I be able to tell him all I feel when I see him again....???? 

That rainy Sunday.

It was one of those rainy Sundays in July. It was raining cats and dogs. Ramu had gone outside to get some bread when it started raining heavily. It almost seemed as if somebody was pelting stones from high up there. As usual, he had no protection from the rain. Just then, a paperweight was flung at him and hit his temple. Ramu checked for blood. Luckily, he wasn’t bleeding though the throw was quite powerful.

Sukhvinder, in the house Ramu just passed by had flung that at his drunkard brother, who got drunk instead of buying medicine for his father. It was raining heavily and with floods forecasted, all the neighboring dispensaries were closed. Jaspal not only did not bring back any medicine, but also spent the money in binge drinking.

He noticed that Ramu was hurt and apologized for the accident. If it were any other person, the episode would have ended there. But Ramu was somewhat curious by nature. After Sukhvinder left the scene, he stayed on and listened to the dispute. The squabbling continued. Sukhvinder had little hope of saving his father. He was delirious with fever and the prescribed drugs were to be bought from a dispensary that was closed down early due to rains. The closest doctor too had left the neighborhood.

But then, something miraculous happened. Sukhvinder said out aloud the names of the injections that he needed. And by sheer luck, Ramu's grandmother had the same ailment some time ago and was cured by the very same prescription! Moreover, he happened to know that there was still a stock leftover from those that she was taking. Ramu made a dash home and got his grandma’s kit that had the same. Without any delay, Sukhvinder gave an injection to their shivering father.

That rainy Sunday will never be forgotten. It was a sign from Providence that Inderdeep had some years more to live. Ramu became more than a family friend and was now like a third brother to Jaspal and Sukhvinder. None could forget that how on that rain drenched evening this curious young boy had saved their father's life. With days, the old man got better. Jaspal left drinking after the incident and a month later, applied for a job. Sukhvinder, a farmer had a healthy harvest this season to keep the family going.

And they lived happily ever after.

Word Count: 398

For Love And Rain..!!

“Rain and love? Are you brainsick?” someone asked.

“Did you kiss HITLER?” I raised an eyebrow.




16 words ;)

The Day You Left

It rained the day you left, not the bitter squall of anger but the gentle drops of quiet acceptance.

19 words. Better that! :D

Hoping against hopes

She was hoping against hopes.She never dreamt that he would come again to meet her.Rains poured heavily and at the same time someone knocked the door.It was him and yeah he was back in the rainy season.

WORD COUNT :34

PS:THIS IS WRITTEN JUST FOR FUN....AND YEAH THESE SHORT WORD POSTS WON'T BE CONSIDERED FOR MEMBERS CHOICE POLL .......

To heaven he went!

STAB! STAB!

Death of an abusive relationship, an abusive husband.

Relief. Guilt. Fear. Freedom.

It rained.  On the banks of the river, she stood. The rain washed away her sindoor. The river washed her sins.

Together they washed away the proof that he ever existed. The past never happened. She was lost in the crowd.

Ps: I was trying to make a short story of less than 100 words and then Pretty Me wrote something of 55 words and I challenged myself and this is the result :) 

He feared rains

He feared rains.

It was raining,like the day she died.

Just then he heard a baby's cries in the garden.his neighbour's kid was stuck in rains,all alone.

He deliberated but with the next cry,he ran outside.

He failed her that day, but saved a life today.

He no longer feared rains.



ps : This is a 55 fiction ... means it has just 55 words .. just an experiment :)

A farmer's challenge to Indra...

I was glaring at the sky with a hope that it would rain. Years have gone and seasons have changed, but yet it didn’t rain. It last rained on the monsoon season of 2006.That was a profitable year for us and we enjoyed farming. But now, things have changed.

Drought has not let us sleep peacefully. Barren lands have made our lives barren, drought has lead to devastation, destruction and despair. In Vidharba, many of my companions have committed suicide just because of this. The cuckoo is also not singing as if it is also silently mourning the death. If tears could quench the thirst of the lands, then we would never have to wait for rains anymore. Our tears would have been more than sufficient for our land. With this drying of lands, our hopes and life have dried.

I am a Marathi farmer, a proud son of Maharashtra. I some times feel what our government has done for us. Where is the money? I don’t have enough money to repay the loan that I had borrowed from Bank of Vidharba .My 7 children are starving for food. My people are dying, my crops have perished.

My family is dependent on me and I’ m dependent on Indra.If rain god Indra disappoints me then I will give my life and disappoint my family members. They are the one who look at me with hopes and expectations everyday and I could not see them in pain.

“I want an answer from you or I will come to you,” I said looking at the sky which was not showing any signs of rain.

Today I am going to see, wheter its INDRA or me..I soon turned to my room. I tried to hang myself under the ceiling. As I fixed the rope on my neck, the bright sky turned dark. It was showing sign of rains.”Baba,bagh, Paus padla(look, dad its raining!!),”my youngest son came running towards me. I was happy and finally I believed that INDRA has opened his eyes.

Darkness usually symbolizes despair, but it has brought us new ray of hope which the brightness couldn’t .The water of the clouds have washed away the tears of the farmers who had surrendered to the poverty and dryness of life.Finally,it was raining after two years and happiness all around my village and amongst friends.

word count:392

Just like the rain...

'Aaaah', she woke up with a start... Where was she? And what had woken her up? Was it the pitter patter of the rain falling on the roof, making music; or was it the pain she felt? But just then a sharp jab was followed by an involuntary shriek which got the nurses rushing in into her room... and seemed to take away all her senses from her...

She was rushed into the labour room and her last thought was for the unborn baby... her baby, Steve's baby... hers and Steve's...

She woke up in the morning and the first thing her eyes rested upon was what was the most beautiful face on the earth. Her new-born daughter, looking angelic even as she slept... she looked just like him.

The second thing she noticed was dark clouds thorugh the open window, right at the onset of winter!!! A smile spread across her face as she thought of the rainy dayz...

But then it brought back other memories, painful ones this time.... Moments she'd once cherished and which now filled her eyes with tears. Times when she waited to be with Steve, waited for the long rides with him on his flying motorbike, the hot coffee that Steve made for her every morning to wake her up, the hot pakoras he brought back for her...

The looks that had been passed, the meetings that had been planned...

The kisses they'd shared, the promises they'd made...

The blessings that were showered upon them, the love that was there...

'Oh Steve', she thought for the thousandth time. He loved the rain, he loved the weather, he would drag her into the rain and dance with her. 'Shower-dance, he called it', she told herself with a smile...

But it was all over now... just like the rain that just pours and goes...

But then her daughter woke up and started wailing. The dark clouds in the sky parted...... and it was bright, sunny once again...

Skiddy Rain..!!

(Not for the competition. Just for fun and variety. Enjoy)

“I love rain” I screamed and looked at the rain and the sky, releasing my hands from the brake.

10 seconds later…..

I saw myself sleeping on the road as if using the pavement as a pillow. A few metres away, the motorbike was sleeping with oil leaking out. Behind it was my friend Roshan, the poor soul who was seated behind me. He too laid flat on his tummy with his hands stretched. It looked as if he was taking blessings from the road divider. We discovered that we were lucky to be spared with minor bruises here and there.

Maintaining my posture, I shouted loudly- “ I love rain.”

He greeted me with stones and said- “ You and your stupid rain.”

“Sorry, the bike slipped and I couldn’t control.”

“Did you bribe to get your driving license?”

“Who said I have one?” I replied with a smile.

Anyway, before any trucks could run over us, we got up, lifted, started the bike and left. On his orders, I slipped to the back seat. It was me who had insisted on this ‘outing-when-it’s-raining’ concept. Hence I was the abuse receiver. Anyway, we continued. The ride was silent for a while.



I was loosing patience, so asked- “ Where are we heading to? Coffee Day right?”

“We would have been traveling to hell if a truck or something was behind us when we fell.” He corrected “sorry, when you made us fall.” He looked restless and said- “ We are heading straight to home where you will order for pizzas.”

“ Anything if you are paying.”

“I’m not paying. Who the hell needed this ride when it’s raining? It’s such a pain in the ass to ride on wet roads. You are paying. I hate rain.”

“Are you from Mars?”

I never get replies for such queries. Anyway, we rode along with silence. I felt like I was dancing. I mean, the way he rides the bike is above atrocious. If this guy had a driving license, what else could be more insulting for mother India?

Anyway,I was getting bored. To my left I saw a temple and asked him – “ Shall we go to the temple?”

“Don’t talk. I’ll take you directly to god if you do.”

In a weird way, I feel much closer to god when he’s riding than when I go to a temple. I resemble Gandhi-ji and I follow - "No violence. Only Silence.”, so dint tell him about my feelings.

After 15 minutes, we almost reached home, and he was turning the bike into the street like Rajnikanth.
And I shouted- “Look out you, idi………”

10 seconds later………….

I found myself sleeping on the road with the pavement as my pillow. A few metres away the bike was sleeping with the remaining oil leaking out. And Roshan was again taking blessings from the road divider.

Tears Of Joy.....

Her screams echoed through the night. It was raining heavily and the car was stuck in traffic, not ready to budge. Sam turned around to look at his wife. “Have faith in God, Sarah. We’ll just be there dear.”, he said. Sarah clenched her teeth and felt her bulging abdomen. The labor pain was unbearable. She screamed again.

Both husband and wife had the same fears. It was two years ago, and on a similar rainy night, when Sarah was 6 months pregnant. They were going out for dinner. Sam had gone to park the car. When he returned he saw Sarah flat on her tummy, a pool of blood and mud surrounding her. They had lost their baby before it could even come into this world. “Will history repeat itself?” , they shuddered to think. Both could not bear the thought of losing their child again. Both looked at each other and prayed silently.

All of a sudden the rain stopped. The skies cleared and so did the traffic. Sam drove to the hospital at top speed, Sarah still wincing in pain and clutching her abdomen tight. They reached the hospital just in time. They had an adorable baby boy. As they held their darling in their arms with pride, joy and relief, it started raining again… this time, from their eyes!!!

Word Count: 226.

Woh Kaagaz Ki Kashti.. Woh Baarish Ka Pani..

Raghav..you are a .." said Advaita.. her eyes filled with tears.

In a minute's time..she texted Raghav.."You don't know how to care for someone who loves you. I never thought you would be talking such things about me to each and everyone..You never understood the emotions. You are a LOSER..!!" Somewhere my conscience told me that evening..ITS ALL OVER between them.

Advaita always told me.."I have a perfect life..but the only defect was..Raghav's entry and exit. Raghav meant the world to her..but for him..Advaita was only an add-on to his style statement and nothing else.

Adv. : This is me! (*sobbing*)

Me : Don't tell me..again because of Raghav??

Adv. : Yes..its him!

Me : Dump him Advaita..He ain’t the one for you.A

dv. : I just can't..can't..

We disconnected the call..she felt better..but still she felt Raghav is the one!

(END OF SATURDAY NIGHT)

It was the sunday morning. The sound of the hailstorm woke me up..frozen droplets of water..people running to save themselves from being hurt and some small droplets of water..on my window panes..!!

"Du'mrng Adi," I texted..

Adi disinterestedly replied.."Du'mrng Shona".

SOULMATE..Adi is to me. Last night was surely disturbing. With much efforts Adi had tried to pacify me..I’d cried like a baby..talking about my parents..didn't understand me, an unsatisfied career, no freedom..Everytime I am with Adi i realize that this is that soul..a reason for me to live..to live HAPPILY.

I ran out to the verandah..the hailstorm had stopped..it was still raining..Gazing at the sky..i thanked God for having blessed me with Adi..I had tears in my eyes..may be I was happy for myself..or may be disappointed for Advaita.

One one side, there is Advaita..perfect life..supportive family, friends, freedom, career..but she was running behind an ILLUSION..Raghav. Advaita also knew this. She knew..her illusion was over..she could now see REALITY..her life crashing.. It was as if a thunderbolt had crashed a tree that stood tall for 100 years..and got washed away in that rain..

An unceasing flow of tears from her eyes followed..

On the other side.. it was me..finding every colour of life in that beautiful soul..Adi. That morning..rain made me see two sides of Life..

God cried with us..rain continued for next two days..it didn't cease..

Me and Advaita were fighting it hard to cross the worldly ocean..just like the small paper boats which try to reach their destination..no matter how much it rains..!!

word count:400

Rain ....

Her bags were packed. She didn't know what was left for her here. Everything had come crashing down like the heavy rain . Nothing was the same any more. Her whole world that she believed in had come crashing down on her. She just had to move away from this place. "I should probably call up Alice ( her childhood friend ) once I reach London and ask if I could crash at her place. For how long.. Well nothing's planned and neither was this ".

As soon as Rachel reached London she called Alice who told her to come over to hers with out even any seconds thought.

Alice was really worried about Rachel .When she saw Rachel at her door step she was completely shattered . She still remembered her friend who was always so lively , the life of every party.Now hardly anyone knew if she was in the same room. She was just a ghost of her old self , so dull so lifeless. The laughter had gone away completely just sadness in her eyes. Something had seriously gone wrong in her friends life and she wanted to know what it was. But Rachel didn't wanna talk about it yet. What had gone so wrong that made her change so much?
And she even started hating rain. The gurl who loved to play in the rain , used to find excuses to play and run around the country side was just avoiding it. She just couldn't figure out what happened.

As months went by. Alice starts to sees the glimpses of old Rachel now and again . The occasional laughter , the chatter. Rachel had even got a job in a reputed fashion company. Things were seeming to settle down. And then it was all ruined ..

It had started to rain again..


PS: It's my first attempt in writing a short story of any kinds. Sorry in advance if it looks a bit incomplete or otherwise.

Word Count : 307

Raining blood....

The heavy downpour tried its level best to wash away the innumerable puddles of blood surrounding the girl...The girl was drenched in blood, crying her eyes out. Drops of blood fell from her eyes, but there was no one to grieve with her..He had promised to stay with her in sorrow and in joy forever!! But was forever just an hour long???

The blood soaked clothes stuck to her body. It made her feel cold, but it didn't even compare to how cold her soul was at that moment!! She hadn't done anything wrong, but why was she the one to suffer???

The rain was Gods way to soothe her, to wipe her tears. But the rain was no more as pleasant as it used to be to her...Whenever drops poured from the heaven, she was the first one to run out and dance in the streets with abandon...but now the same rain was hurting her. It felt like bullets falling on her tender, soft skin!!

It was hard to imagine that the girl was having the time of her life just an hour ago. She was flying high. She was smiling. She had warm arms around her. She was on cloud 9….and all her bliss came crashing down on her...!!!

The engagement ring was still on her ring finger, but it somehow had lost its shine. The sparkling white diamond was now red!! The lifeless body of the boy was beside her. The boy’s face had the same blissful smile he had an hour ago, when he had asked her to marry him. He had the same handkerchief tucked in his pocket which he had used to wipe the happy tears that fell from her eyes an hour ago. But he was no more there to wipe the blood-like tears falling down her cheeks now…

They were holding hands. Reminiscing their happy past and planning for their long future ahead. It seemed like angels were smiling upon both of them….until the speeding metal-clad demon ran over the boy….spilling blood all over. The girl wished she had died along with him…At that moment, death seemed so much sensible to her than living without him!! The demon did not even stop to help her…the boy could have been saved...they could have had everything they were dreaming of…but now the thought seemed futile….he was dead…and so was her soul!!

Word Count:397

P.S. My first entry here..be critical!!

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Precious MeMoRieS.....

She had been shopping with her Mom in Big bazaar. She was very small filled with innocence. It was pouring outside. Raindrops were erupting out of the sky like thousands of millions of bubbles that pierced the earth and burst upon impact with the human body.

We all stood there just inside the door of big bazaar waiting, some patiently, others irritated, because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing as carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. Oh to be young again........

Suddenly we heard her sweet voice which broke my hypnotic trance. "Mom, let's run through the rain," "What?" Mom asked. "Let's run through the rain!" she repeated.
"No sweety We'll wait until it slows down a bit. We will get soaked if we do so"

"No, we won't, Mom, remember what you said this morning," the girl said as she tugged at her mom's arm.
"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, "If God can get us through this,He can get us through anything!"

Her Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.
"Honey, you are absolutely right, let's run through the rain. If God lets us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing."

Then off they ran.

We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case, they got soaked. They were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
I want to believe that somewhere down the road in life, this Mom will find herself reflecting back on moments they spent together, they will always share that precious moment, when they ran through the rain believing that God would get them through

Yes, I ran. I got wet. I too needed washing. Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they may even take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories. So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day!

Jack(chintan) word count: 400

A Rainy Disaster....

It was raining cats and dogs that morning. I looked out of the window and cursed my luck. “Why does it have to rain just when I am running late for an interview?”, I thought. Nonetheless, I stepped out of my house.

I was shivering under my umbrella, screaming my lungs out for a taxi. Just then a strong breeze blew and overturned my umbrella, making it look like a ‘dish antenna’. The wicked rain waiting for this very moment totally drenched me.

Finally I got a taxi. Thanking God, I hurriedly got inside. “Bhaiyaji, jaldi karo”, I told the driver. But I guess it was a day for disasters. The taxi got a flat tyre and I was forced to take another cab.

Somehow I managed to reach the office for my interview. As I got out of the cab I checked myself out in the rear-view mirror, and to my utmost horror I was looking like the female version of Rambo with make-up smudged all over my face. Making a mental note to use water-proof make-up next time, I ran into the office.

That interview was the worst interview of my life. Not only was I spanked for reaching late, but also insulted to no end. As I stepped out of the office, it was still raining. Looking at the rain, I felt a strange sort of happiness inside. I ran out like a silly kid and felt the rain drops on my face. I jumped in the puddles, played with the rain drops and went home a happy girl!!!

I had finally realized that life is not always about success, achievement, power, money…. Not always about running a rat race. Sometimes, life is just about plain simple pleasure, about living for the moment, about enjoying each bit of it!! The magical rain had poured down and washed away my pain!!

Word count : 316

My humble entry for the contest… This is the first time I am writing a story. Comments and criticisms are most welcome. Also I would like to add that I loved all the entries. All the writers have done a commendable job. A huge round of applause for everyone and specially for Sandeep, Stephen and Asbah.

P.S. All the best to everyone!!

I Wish I Was A Child Again

My life is like a roller coaster ride. It has its fun, but it is going too fast for me to enjoy those moments. Today my life is ruled by the clock. Everything I do has a schedule. What time to get up, what time to sleep, when to meet with whom… even the time I have to go to sleep. Every second has its own importance, as I am chasing my dreams.

There was a time, when I was there for all those little things. They meant a lot to me then. A minute to say “I Love You” to my mom and give her a kiss and a hug, an hour to play shuttle with my sister be it rain or shine. I was there to help my dad with the repairs. Now I feel like I am a visitor in my own home.

Today it is raining. The monsoon has started. It is my favorite time of the year. Yet my life is dominated by the schedule, and I have a business meeting today. Lunch with a client… if all goes well, I could land the biggest deal of my career. I have to be there sharp at 12pm. I get ready and leave for the restaurant, blocking out cries of protest from my sister. I had promised to play shuttle with her. Another promise I have to break.

As I drive, my thoughts wander back in time. We were best friends, my sister and I. We used to race back in the pouring rain, shouting at each other. I always used to let her win. We would stop by a little roadside café, eat bhel puri and drink steaming coffee. After we reach back home, she used to dry my hair for me. She never let me do it. A hug from her and I would feel the warmth again. Now by the time I get back from work, she is fast asleep.

Sounds of traffic get me back to the present. I sadly wish I had time for those little things. They mean a lot to me, to my loved ones. I can see little children on the footpath, with paper boats, playing in the rain, splashing each other happily.

Seeing them play in the rain, I look up to the heavens and make a wish.

God, I wish I was a child again.


Vinay(aka Leo) 398 Words.

A Trance!

Holding a cup of coffee I was looking out through the window. Patto ke arr se girte huwe baris ki bonddo me laga jese ki jindegi ke kuch pall gum ho jeye. OH! Barish ki bundo me to Love Story chupi hoti hai na?

It was Monday morning; through the rain I was on the way to office. The traffic was heavy and slow moving. OH! I could hardly hold my frustration. Nothing worse could have happened; I was stuck in a traffic signal and the traffic was not moving. I was late for the office. Dimag kaharab hojaya. Bagal me ek add board pe nazar pari, us me likha that “Bheja Fry to 7up Try”. What rubbish!

I was looking around to find a spot to come out of the traffic some how. My eyes stopped at the girl waiting in the traffic with her Scotty. Fore a moment I was lost and only one song was coming to my mind “Aaza Meri Gadi me beth ja…. Aaza Meri Gadi me beth ja…” We were moving at the same pace. The way she looked after she was wet in the rain; I just could not resist myself from falling in love. Couldn’t have asked for more in that traffic. Her left eyebrow was raised with anger and baris ki bunde us ke ballo ko chute huwe gir rahi thi. The blue salwar look just the right choice at that moment. Pulkho me jame huwe basrish ki bunde, aur, aur, aur...!

Suddenly I heard a very familiar sound “Sale Kumbhkaran aur kitna sowega. Office nahi jana hai kiya. Uth ja. Uth sale.” The sound was coming closer and was getting louder I looked behind and suddenly it vanished. So again I looked at the girl she was gone. I came out of the car to find her but she was gone. Again I heard “Sale Kumbhkaran aur kitna sowega. Office nahi jana hai kiya. Uth ja. Uth sale”. I could recognize it is the annoying sound of my cell phone alarm and I discovered my self in the same old bed. I looked at the watch it was 9AM and I was really late for the office.

Word Count: 367

A 'Rainy' date......

I don’t know whether it was rains, or it was because I was missing her very much, I was quite restless that day.

I called her many times but no reply. So sighing I went outside for a walk in the beautiful rain. I went to lake nearby. It was perfect evening only thing missing was her. Just than my cell rang

“hey sorry sweetheart but was busy, I am soo sorry”
“Turn around; I knew you would be here”

She was there in front of me smiling at me

“I missed u so much,” I said
“ya so see I am right with u sitting beside u.” I smiled back at her, holding her hand, I sat there in drizzling rain as if I have no worries in the world, as if all the problems vanished when I saw her and as if no one can love me more when she hugged me.

She started playing with my hands, “you are so beautiful,” I said “I love your wet hair, your eyes look even more intoxicating when they are embedded in wet eye lashes”

She hugged me again “when you are with me,” she said “I feel as if nothing is going to go wrong, as if there are no worries, as if life is a miracle waiting to happen, waiting to unfold itself at every step. I sleep with your dreams in my eyes and I smile because I can’t help it and I smile because I feel you are looking at me. When you are with me I enjoy the rain drops falling on my face, I love the sound of water splashing on window panes. I laugh shrilly welcoming the rains with open arms. When you are with me I enjoy the bright sunlight, I love the rain falling on my shoulders, their soft feel which reminds me of your touch, their tenderness with which I compare u.. I take hours to dress up when you are with me because I can feel you looking at me.”

I again asked the same question, “Why do you love me so much without any reason?”

“Love without any reason” she replied “is perhaps the purest love. There won’t be days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but when you are with me I will get strength for the day, comfort for tears and light for the way”

WORD COUNT- 400

Soul Sister

20 years have passed from the day i first got her mail.Anya,the angel in my life.She had mailed me to ask if she could recite a poem of mine for a poetry contest.She recited my poem and won too.I still remember her smile in the pic she sent me later.she was a college student then.Over years, we mailed each other regularly.. of our days,our dreams, our ideas.. Only thing where we differed was rain.She loved it though it mostly snowed in her part of the world.. I hated it specially coz it rained anytime in bangalore..

But i still wrote poems on rain for her whenever it rained.I got drenched for her when she could not. I even taught her to make paper boats for her kids.We shared a bond which was beyond words and feelings.When my first book of poems was published,she designed the graphics for all the pages for free.And i wrote all the love poems she dedicated to her lover.She made my wedding card and i wrote her wedding vows.Life was just perfect all these years.We were like soul sisters.2 years back,I invited her to attend the book launch of my tenth book in my city.It was a collection of all my rain poems.She agreed.We both were so thrilled and so were our families.

Then we met.almost like schoolfriends catching up after long.I had deliberately arranged the book launch in monsoons.And God graced us with a whole week of rainfall.The long walks under colorful umbrellas,the road-side tea sessions and the drive among green lanes of my hill town.She loved it all and so did I.

Today she is being buried and at her last request,here is my dedication to her :


Memories,
i bury deep in heart,
never to revive again.
The rains,
they shower my dry thoughts,
giving birth to a sweet pain.
Heat and cold
like the way they punish me
for being the selfish me at times,
But rains,
they rescue me from the crowd,
only time i walk a lonely line.
My words,
they paint a happy life
for the people i know not.
My life,
its a canvas for sorrows,
from the day you left me alone.

Love you soul Sister :)


word count : 400

Leaving The Rain Alone

“Run fast, it’s gonna rain!” she screamed at her child. She was a woman in her late twenties, a mother of a four year old cute little boy. He kept looking at his mother’s tensed face and asked, “Why does it rain, mom?” She looked at him with deep green eyes and replied, “Because the rain wants to drench you so you can fall ill.”

“No! I want to get drenched. I want to bathe.”

“Baby, I’ll let you bathe once we get home. Good boys do not bathe here.”

“Please, mom. Please!! The rain is tasty. I know it.”

“Fine. And when you sneeze, then don’t tell me that I didn’t stop you!”

The innocence in his smile always defeated her. He bore his father’s smile. The same ear-to-ear grin never left the little kid’s face. He looked up in the sky with questioning eyes. He wanted it to rain and as he was seeking his answers, his cheeks felt a drop and he smiled. He turned back towards her mom and screamed, “Hey mom!!! It’s raining. It’s actually raining. Yay!!” She smiled at him and replied, “I know it baby. You like it??”

“I love it.” She saw her son dancing in the rain, splashing water with his small feet and laughing his way to fun. She rested by the pole and felt a wet shower on her face too. She recalled all the moments spent with Sam’s dad. The love of her life who could never come to know that he had a son who looked exactly like him. Sam saw his mom lost in her thoughts and decided not to disturb her. She put her hand out in the rain just to know if she was alive….to remind her that she was not numb. She turned her attention towards Sam again, to make sure that he didn’t get hurt in the rain just the way she had been. With each drop of rain she saw on Sam’s baby face, she screamed silently. Just then, a steady arm rested on her shoulder. She looked back and he took her in his arms to console her. Sam saw the man and screamed, “Dad!!! See, I’m drenched.”

“I’m sure you are, Sam. You loving it?”

“Yeah!!”

“Good. Come, let’s go Sam. Come on Amy, its time.”

The family left leaving all the past memories and the rain alone to cry!!

(Word count: 391)

A Real Life Fairytale

"Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale."

Eight years ago, it did indeed give me that fairy tale. It was that day that changed my life. February is not the time when God chooses to shower us with love, but on that Valentines Day, he did. I awoke to hear the pitter-patter of the raindrops on my window sill. It cheered me up. The rain gives a good atmosphere for poetry, and I had a competition that day. I was representing my school again, defending my title so I was determined to win.

I reached school, from where my partner Divya was waiting for me. After the remaining friends arrived, we left for the venue. I was dreamily staring out of the window, and Divya started laughing and teasing me saying I was dreaming of the victory already. I gave her a friendly punch and joined her in discussing probable topics. The venue was already bustling with students, and we went and registered. The rain had now stopped, and the sun was beginning to peek through the clouds. I took up a sheet of paper and joined Divya on the moist lawn, where she was already scribbling away.

The topic was love. I was into my second verse, when the heavens opened up again. Clutching my paper close, I ran for the glass house nearby. Ten seconds later, she came. I had not seen her before, but from her uniform, I recognized her to be from another branch of my school itself. She smiled, and I returned it with one of my own. No one else had decided to take shelter there apparently so we sat down and continued our work, talking to each other, introducing ourselves. Her field was art, and from her sheet, I could see she was excellent. Time flew, and 2 hours later, we had finished. She loved my poem, and I her painting. We had become fast friends.

We began meeting each other a lot after that, and soon our friendship changed into something more. True love perhaps, because we never let each other go… even now we are same. I still remember that day. Her painting, my poem and the rain…

We did not win the competition that day, but to this day I feel I won something better… Her heart.

Word Count: 398 Pic: coupleintherain by transatlanticthought.

Do I know you?

She was returning from Iza, and while seated in the coy seat of the "Executive" class in the flying machine, she felt great. Because she had promised herself someday that she would fly back to the country in it. As she repeatedly blinked, she saw flashes of the life she left behind in the place she was returning to. Her family, her little daughter, her house, and even her husband, whom she had once married out of love. The rusted chains of matrimony came undone tem years after her daughter was born. She was thirty five then, and had discovered love in a twenty eight year old man by then. She wanted a divorce and she got it. She wanted the custody of her daughter, she did not get it. Afterall you do not get everything. Along with the man she fell in love with she went to Iza, where just an year back he died of a chronic desease. So now that she had lived her life, and was of sixty five, she wanted to look back. Her first husband had told her, " He might seem like a better man than me. But I am the father of your first child." These words rang through her ears all these years. She felt like, it was all her mistake and all the unending occassions when she felt neglected, was just some mistake. Some gory mistake. So she returned. And it was raining heavily. She took a cab till the hotel where she was to stay put. Then from there she decided to walk the same roads again. The roads where she met her first and second husbands were opposite to each other. Things have a way with irony, she thought. Each drop of the serene thing poured on her, gave a painful sting to her soul and body. "Was it me who strayed?", "Did I run away from my daughter?", "Was it me?", these questions kept eating her up in peices. She reached the gate of the house which she once lived in as a wife and mother, an unhappy one. "Mr.Burn, is it Mr.Burn's house?", she mumbled. "Yes it is. Please may I know who is it?", said a young girl. "I am, Mrs.B.......Mrs.Gunther, Mr.Burn's friend", said she, trying to hide the mistake she was going to commit. She knew she had no right to think of it. "Oh!, Please come in. I am Elizabeth, Mr.Burn's daughter.", said the pretty girl smiling. These words burnt her from within. She could not face it any longer. "I ... I am, Bella. I am Bella Gunther.", she said almost in tears. She could not hide her guilt. It was eating her soul up faster. Then she stood up, as up in a hurry,and said, "I am sorry I made a mistake, I need to go." She was half way to the door when Elizabeth said, "Mom...!" She turned back, and watched Elizabeth looking at her.Elizabeth turned back again and cried, "Mom! It is some Bella Gunther here!". Her mother rushed out, It was Miriam, Mr.Burn's sister. She came out running,saw Bella, and the room fell prey to silence. Elizabeth excused herself to make some tea for the ladies. The absence of Mr.Burn, no presence of any other woman and Elizabeth's calling Miriam "Mom", explained it all. Mr.Burn was no more, he did not marry again. Elizabeth was adopted by her aunt. Miriam said, after a lot of time, "Yes, Mrs.Gunther , Do I know you?". She had tears in her eyes, could not speak more. Rose from her chair. "It was one such rainy day, when I had said these same words to my daughter. I don't know if I said them to the rest of the family too. It is one such rainy day again, and my daughter doesn't know know I am. Some, "Mrs.Gunther".", and she began crying. She handed over a choclate bar to Miriam and said, "Too less for a compensation though, but give it to my darling." And quietly left the place. Later that same day, she was found lifeless in a Church.

The Monkey faced fiend .....

Shana was sound asleep as the hour hand of the clock struck 12 at night. As usual ,the monkey faced demon appeared in her dreams. For the past 4 weeks ,the fiend harassed her and tortured her in dreams. The Ogre threatened to kill her. It was a month full of nightmares for Shana. The monster resembeled Mojo- Jojo of the powerpuff girls. ”You stupid lady ,”the ghost spoke in her dreams . Shana was afraid and got up. This night she was all alone as her parents and siblings had left for Brussels. She was sweating profusely,she was thirsty. She moved on to the kitchen to fetch some water . As she was moving ,she could hear the pours of the rain , the thunder and the lightening. She felt as if her dreams turned into reality. It was heavily pouring outside her house. She sighted a structure that was following her. The fiend would not let her sleep. ”I will kill you”,the line buzzed her ears everytime. She was weeping all along. The monsters face reminded her of the school excursion . She recollected that night when she was all alone with Roysten. They made merry and they mingled . They slept under the huge Banyan tree. A monkey was keeping track of everything happening. It made sounds and tried to play pranks on them. Roysten got furious and shot the monkey dead. Ever since then,Shana used to get such nightmares of a monkey ribbing her. It was a rainy day ,with the clouds shedding tears. Shana couldn’t inform the police as the fact was unacceptable. It started raining heavily and she was leaning on the chair. The ghost ,tried to scourge her again and again. As she closed her eyes,she felt as if some one was soothing her body,providing her a good massage. She soon got up and ran around the corridors. She heard the same sound,what the monkey made when Roysten shot it. Shana was terrified and ran here and there like crazy ,she called her Paa ,but the phone line was dead. She was in a hurry to get out of the house. The staircase was drenched with the outside rains. She soon slipped from top and perished on the spot. There was no monkey faced monster in real, it was her illusion. The place was drenched with her blood diluted with the rain waters. The monkey died while it was raining,so did Shana.

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But it rained...

kahin building kahin Traame,

kahin motor kahin mill

miltaa hai yahaan sab kuchh

ik miltaa nahin dil

insaan kaa nahin kahin naam-o-nishaan

ai dil hai mushkil jeena yahaan

zaraa hatke zaraa bach ke...

Hari Singh switched on the radio and lighted the kerosene stove. The evening was going as usual for him like always except a lil downpour; it is unusual for Bangalore to rain in the month of December. Hari always comes to the corner with his thela(pushing cart), which is open from oneside and which has 4 wheels to move, he sells pani puri,masala puri,hot besan pakoras etc. He comes only for 2 hours to the corner situated between a mall in the right side and a cinema hall in the left side and his place is accessible for both the crowds. He was quite a popular guy in that place. The other hawkers sell chats all day long but Hari comes for 2 hours and makes more bucks than them. So, the fellow hawkers were jealous of him. But he never cares who thinks what. He invests 400rs everyday and makes 800rs,a 50-100rs more or less someday. He makes 350-400rs profit including 30rs to the police constable everyday. He never mind to give him 30rs for this place, it’s really worth it, if he would have asked 50rs, Hari would have given that too. Hari stays near Tilaknagar police station with his wife Sinduri and his 3years old son Ganesh and that corner is very near to his place. So he wakes up late start preparing his stuff from 3 o’clock, by 5 he finishes everything and reaches the corner at 6 everyday

Today, customers are less.. yeah because of the rain but it does not bother him much, only thing he has to do is to extend half an hour to get finished his stuffs.It started raining heavily..Duhh have to wait more time. He saw the policeman is coming towards him. he took 30rs and kept aside.

"Abbey tera thela kal se najar nahi aana chahiye yaha pe ,wo minister log yaha pe ek smarak banayenge english mein boleto pakki road naming board ..iss jagah ka naam aab hoga Kumarkrupa Marg..samjha..'KK Marg' chal ek masalapuri bana…khara jaasti!"

Word count: 370

The Last Rain.

'at 5pm, I've an amazing surprise for you'

'wow! I can't wait, seeyou then'.

Click.

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She'd reached the rendezvous ten to five. He was very punctual. Guessing the surprise, she walked to the only shelter in the park and found a suitable place to wait and glance around, children were playing their frivolous games, people were jogging/gossiping; she soon lost interest.

 

Glimpsing at her watch in anticipation, she re-read all the sms, recited all supplication, plotted her new story, minute's hand was too lethargic to move on, ten minutes seemed like eternity.

 

Sun was bright but clouds appeared and it turned dim, she called him at 5 but the call couldn’t get through. She recalled, his cell was switched off and since it had never happened before, a wave of panic arose in her.

Slight breeze had started to blow, she could adore so in normal circumstances, but then all the fun seemed to be lost in the grass.

 

The clouds had taken over and it had started to rain. Ten more minutes passed, he was never late, the worst of fears started popping in her head, cascading her, and her usual rational self vanished. People started to leave and the park turned deserted.

 

After some more minutes, she was already crying, beseeching, pleading and praying to God. And exactly when it turned 6 the pain started in her lower abdomen, so severe and unbearable that she gasped while clutching the bench's back and yelled for help. Her voice subdued in the pitter patter of droplets.

 

The rain had made everything gray; flowers, grass, swing, their hue was drained off. She noticed a silhouette far away and screamed. The pain was getting worse, pulsating, piercing in her flesh ripping it apart. The charm was lost and death seemed to open its claws ruthlessly and coming near.

 

It was him. Grieved. Devastated. Two young men had forcefully taken his new car's keys at gun point some time ago. His surprise was lost in the slush-piles. Much worst awaited him.

 

It was too late when he reached there, she was almost dead. He knelt down and shrieked in-vain.

 

Rain concealed everything - their bodies and voices. 

 

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'click'

'close the lights, camera and sprinkler. That’s the best shot of my life'.

 

There was a round of applause supplanted by screaming.

Mona? Mona! Mona..

Ambulance.

Hospital.

Graveyard.

 

The movie was a super hit.