Continuing from Aprentice
"An aprentice ?? But how ??" I was totally puzzled. Not that i did not know what he implies, but i did not want to realize it. I denied being aware of my weakness.
And there lied his strength. He lived in the world of true words and ideas.
"Do i need to become an aprentice to you ?" I asked further, directly looking into his eyes.
"Do you mind that ?" he smiled as he replaced the canvas sheet with a new one.
"No.. i don't really mind.. but are you qualified ?" i questioned him absent mindedly. My attention was still on the running man he had drawn. It was pure emotions playing on the sheet in charcol.
He did not mind my question, rather he was nodding in approval. Or was it amusement i saw in his eyes !
April 30, 2009
Loneliness.
Solitude is joy.
is bliss.
is a cup of coffee in a dark cold night.
is waves smashing against the coast.
is small words that pierce, that kill, that revive, that love.
is painting tears on canvas of life.
is a galloping horse.
is a lone cloud wandering in the vastness of skies.
is the candle's feeble glow.
is twittering of a sparrow.
is an only flower in the shrub.
is the butterfly's lonesome flight.
is one kangroo in the herd of sheep.
is moon amid twinkling dots.
is desire.
is melancholy sighs.
is twists and turns.
is old photographs in dusty albums.
is cobwebs of rustic memories.
is nostalgic moments that hover in the air like house flies.
is a wet smack of cheek.
is raindrop hitting the pavement.
is letters. words. sentences.
is missing heartbeats.
is some stupid dual-meaning text messages.
is a smile that crawl on your lips.
is a random gaze caught by a stranger and dropped with a smirk.
is strange sounding names of very loved people with physical distances stretching in between.
is two people living in the radius of 200 meters and yet millions of miles apart.
is love.
is dining alone at the table of six.
is a long road, car and memories.
is thoughts.
is a whole valley, birds and stream.
is you.
is me.
written something after ages :) i hope it is received well.
wishes,
asbah.
is bliss.
is a cup of coffee in a dark cold night.
is waves smashing against the coast.
is small words that pierce, that kill, that revive, that love.
is painting tears on canvas of life.
is a galloping horse.
is a lone cloud wandering in the vastness of skies.
is the candle's feeble glow.
is twittering of a sparrow.
is an only flower in the shrub.
is the butterfly's lonesome flight.
is one kangroo in the herd of sheep.
is moon amid twinkling dots.
is desire.
is melancholy sighs.
is twists and turns.
is old photographs in dusty albums.
is cobwebs of rustic memories.
is nostalgic moments that hover in the air like house flies.
is a wet smack of cheek.
is raindrop hitting the pavement.
is letters. words. sentences.
is missing heartbeats.
is some stupid dual-meaning text messages.
is a smile that crawl on your lips.
is a random gaze caught by a stranger and dropped with a smirk.
is strange sounding names of very loved people with physical distances stretching in between.
is two people living in the radius of 200 meters and yet millions of miles apart.
is love.
is dining alone at the table of six.
is a long road, car and memories.
is thoughts.
is a whole valley, birds and stream.
is you.
is me.
written something after ages :) i hope it is received well.
wishes,
asbah.
Remembrance
Rockstars sing along
Soothe our souls, to them we all belong
Lovers celebrate the magic of love
Create an elation, the rest despise
Lonely ones find a respite
Fulfill their empty spaces, alone despite
Oldies hold on strong
To their traditional forts
Children let everything pass by
Playing on sails ever colourful
Dos and don't for life, they all roll out
So many should-bes for life, all sold out
Drain in them sometimes,
Forgetting all the time
That which is now,
Is the journey
That which we make tomorrow
Is still the journey
That which passed by yesterday
Was also the journey
A travel for lifetime
The journey we all, candidly call life.
When God Smiles
Every one has a blue day.So this is one such day in the life of a very pretty girl.
SO it started.In its many forms and suprises, it comes once in a while.DImple was sitting on her small couch.She had a dreadful headache.ANd her mind was buzzing.She sat still. she wanted something from the air, she wanted just something to make it all right.She screamed but no voice came.her heart was heavy and she was hungry.suddenly her stomach growled and she got up to fix some food.It wud be nice to have someone cook for me, she thought, but it didnt linger as her mind was rattled with pain.she was angry at people.And her friends had turned their backs when she needed them most.Were they even friends?5 min pass and she can't manage the pressing burden.so many things to mend and so little time.thats the buzz you get when every problem seems huge.tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was strong and she did not need any mental support. She would find a way out and have a go at the wrong doers.she would prove the institution wrong , the same one which plays boss on her now.Because she knows she is capable.
10 min and she can't take it any more.She can't break down yet.Its just morning.
Knock Knock!!
"when?? what? How did you come??"- she asked exasparated."last bus dear! hope I came in time.."- he seemed concerned."You have petrol?!!"- she demanded."Its 8 30 in the morning and i don't want to get slapped now.."- he smiled."OKK Lets go"- she smiled.
And off they went for a bike ride throwing the blues away.And she knew God loved her, and she was His smile.
Happy Birthday Pri! :)
Hey Priyanka,
Before saying anything, I wish you a very very happy birthday!
*Priyanka cuts the cake*
*Everyone sings - Happy Birthday To You*
*Artz smears Pri's face with cake*
*Silent prayers for Pri on her birthday*
May god bless you with everything you dream about...with everything that you ever wished for.
I don't know much about you, I don't get to meet you online, but there is some attachment I feel. I am not good at poetry. Had I been good at it, I would have written a poem for you! :P
But all I can say is this -
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul. May you have many such people in your life who give you loads of happiness and in whom you see yourself.
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul. May you have many such people in your life who give you loads of happiness and in whom you see yourself.
We all love you Pri... :)
Have a funfilled day and may you celebrate for many more years to come. God bless you!
Have a funfilled day and may you celebrate for many more years to come. God bless you!
These are some small gifts for you from all of us at WL :
LOVE-5...!!!
A continuation to Shwetha's Love-4...!!!
Soul that was drenched in tears
tears of pain, i only have now
now i feel, why did i ever wait for you
For you i left all those who loved
Loved me and made me special
special times they wanted to see
see me with you, to live in joy
joy of my life, which i wished you to be
Be it for any reason, i am lost
lost in my Dreams in search of you
you never cared alteast to turn back
Back of my window, you have been a dew
Dew of love i wished to see
see in my special man, thats you
you are found a rock at heart
at heart, i still love you
tears of pain, i only have now
now i feel, why did i ever wait for you
For you i left all those who loved
Loved me and made me special
special times they wanted to see
see me with you, to live in joy
joy of my life, which i wished you to be
Be it for any reason, i am lost
lost in my Dreams in search of you
you never cared alteast to turn back
Back of my window, you have been a dew
Dew of love i wished to see
see in my special man, thats you
you are found a rock at heart
at heart, i still love you
THURSDAY THEFTS - 4 (race)
Last week my dearest friend here, Prats! mentioned the name of the movie "RACE" so this week... let me tell you what was this whole race about... actually a race of stealing tunes in the most shameful manner it was :(
So 2 songs from this movie this week....
1 - Pehli nazar mein is shameslessly plagiarized from the Korean song, 'Sarang hae yo' by Kim Hyung-sub.
2 - Zara zara is a result of generous inspiration from the Chinese track, 'Deep within the Bamboo grove' (Zhu Lin Shen Chu) by South east Asian singer Lee-Hom Wang (from his 2005 album, Shangri-La).
(C)DISCLAIMER: the content of this section is not certified or standard! I write on how I feel, on the basis of what I hear! The views of readers and listeners can differ and I stand here for no corrections to it! The motive of this section is not to throw mud on anyone but to shower flowers on some artists whose work might not be known to fellow Indian music listeners otherwise! Coincidences of similar sounding tunes too can occur in this section without any intentional copying act and for this case I request the musical authorities who might get offended to contact me and correct me!
( ALSO BLOGGING @ POETIC CRIES )
Tainted Love - III
Continued from: Tainted Love
TAINTED LOVE - III
Adam and Albert came closer and Adam said...
' I need to speak to Sam. Please excuse us '
Without another word he took Sam's hand in his hand and drag her out, leaving Sheila and Albert alone. Sam was stunned fortified by the feel, clinch of his hand touched her. She was mismerized and was dragged along him. He took her towards the field area down, near the cafe side. There he left her hand, took his hand out ithout even realizing of what his touch had made her feel.
' Sam ! I brought you up here with me to give Albert and Sheila space so that they can talk and they can think about themselves as I dont want my friend to pay penalty of being my friend and get broken off his relation his love because we both didnt work out, because our relation ended. I dont want that ' He said those breath taking lines in just one go with being aware of what could be its results.Sam gave Adam a stare who was looking towards the bridge area where Ciara was standing probably doing some excercise
' Listen ! I now have to leave do prepend on what I just said ' He ran away from the field area while Sam sat on a chair feeling collapased. She espy her hands opening them slowly and there she saw a paper in her fist she opened it carefully and slowly, moving her eyes from line to line..
I feel her stare,
And I find her no where,
She is kind of girl,
those are rare,
I want her yes! in real,
But when I close my eyes to feel,
I always see her with eyes filled with tears...
' Sam ' She turned around and saw Albert and Sheila together holding eachother in thier arms, coming towards her she fist paper again in her hand and smiled;
' W..where is Adam ' Sheila asked.
' There.. ' Sam pointed her finger, where Ciara was in Adam's arms, Sheila stared with her mouth open while Sam made it shut with a smile on her face. She cleared her throat;
' Guys look! I dont want you people to break apart because me and Adam did.. Sheila its unfair with Albert.. its a way big punishment for Albert being friends with Adam. His only fault is that on one side he loves you and on the very other side he is best mate of Adam Steve the guy who dumped your best friend.' She said whatever Adam told her so. it was still tough though seeing your loved one in some other girl's arms .. She walked away without lookign at her best friend who was getting prepared to have WAR with Albert again..
' So you guys are finally back ' Adam said just for assurance right after their practice session.
' Yeah .. All thanks to Sam ' Albert said while Adam without an empression sipped water from his bottle.
' Hmm ' Adam was unable to say anything.
' Oh! Think of my honey and my honey is here.. ' He re-phrase the famous saying of THINK FO THE DEVIL AND THE DEVIL IS HERE with his own selection of words as he saw Sheila and Sam coming towards them.
Adam stand as trhey both came closer, Sheila gave him a big hug like she did to Albert with kiss on his left cheek but Sam and Adam both conspire on just a verble "HELLO !"
' So how was the practice boys? ' Sheila asked as they settle down on the floors only.
' Yeah went good ' Albert answered asboth of them wanted to neglect an unwanted awkward silence between Adam and Sam. Suddenly Sam stood up and said;
' Guys! I need to leave ' She hugged Sheila who was wondering what suddenly went wrong with Sam which made her leave while Adam on the other hand was grateful to her .
' Bye Sheila, bye Albert bye.. and yeah! Sheila do remember I need a ride back home.. ' She said as she turned around and walked away.
It was 2:15 p.m, three of them were waiting for Sam to appear at the main gate of their college but no sign of her was yet appeared.
' I guess you people should go. You guys have trials at 4:00, I will wait for her myself ' Sheila said as she saw Albert glancing over his watch after every few seconds.
' Yeah Add ! She is right. We better leave or else we will be late for trials. Let go.. ' Albert put hand on Adam's shoulder, but then Adam spoke those words which amazed Sheila and took Albert in a shock state.
' No Al ! lets wait for her. Let Sam appear first then we will head towards our homes ' Both of them though stayed quite but they were surprized on perplexity in Adam's voice.
At 2:30, finally they saw Sam outside the library coming straight towards them. Adam hurried off towards her and her hold her arms and almost scream at her.
' Where have you been foool ! answer me. We all were so distress because of you. You dont have even any idea of it ' Adam was shrieking while three of them including Sam were in apoplexy . To break the silence apart, Albert taking an eye-advice from Sheila spoke, which tear the fortification which surrounded Adam who was still holding Sam.
He left her startle there and turned his back and started walking with Albert beside him. Reaching at a certain distance he truned arounf he gave Sam a look. A look which made her feel of him, love of him, clear in his eyes.
Quietly she moved towards Sheila who was standing with folding hands around her waist looking at her surroundings, the building of the college with much of her interest making Sam feel that she is too busy. Sam started moving and so Sheila does when she feel herself surrounded by someone. She felt fortified and tehre she stopped, turned and saw...
To Be Continued..
TAINTED LOVE - III
Adam and Albert came closer and Adam said...
' I need to speak to Sam. Please excuse us '
Without another word he took Sam's hand in his hand and drag her out, leaving Sheila and Albert alone. Sam was stunned fortified by the feel, clinch of his hand touched her. She was mismerized and was dragged along him. He took her towards the field area down, near the cafe side. There he left her hand, took his hand out ithout even realizing of what his touch had made her feel.
' Sam ! I brought you up here with me to give Albert and Sheila space so that they can talk and they can think about themselves as I dont want my friend to pay penalty of being my friend and get broken off his relation his love because we both didnt work out, because our relation ended. I dont want that ' He said those breath taking lines in just one go with being aware of what could be its results.Sam gave Adam a stare who was looking towards the bridge area where Ciara was standing probably doing some excercise
' Listen ! I now have to leave do prepend on what I just said ' He ran away from the field area while Sam sat on a chair feeling collapased. She espy her hands opening them slowly and there she saw a paper in her fist she opened it carefully and slowly, moving her eyes from line to line..
I feel her stare,
And I find her no where,
She is kind of girl,
those are rare,
I want her yes! in real,
But when I close my eyes to feel,
I always see her with eyes filled with tears...
' Sam ' She turned around and saw Albert and Sheila together holding eachother in thier arms, coming towards her she fist paper again in her hand and smiled;
' W..where is Adam ' Sheila asked.
' There.. ' Sam pointed her finger, where Ciara was in Adam's arms, Sheila stared with her mouth open while Sam made it shut with a smile on her face. She cleared her throat;
' Guys look! I dont want you people to break apart because me and Adam did.. Sheila its unfair with Albert.. its a way big punishment for Albert being friends with Adam. His only fault is that on one side he loves you and on the very other side he is best mate of Adam Steve the guy who dumped your best friend.' She said whatever Adam told her so. it was still tough though seeing your loved one in some other girl's arms .. She walked away without lookign at her best friend who was getting prepared to have WAR with Albert again..
' So you guys are finally back ' Adam said just for assurance right after their practice session.
' Yeah .. All thanks to Sam ' Albert said while Adam without an empression sipped water from his bottle.
' Hmm ' Adam was unable to say anything.
' Oh! Think of my honey and my honey is here.. ' He re-phrase the famous saying of THINK FO THE DEVIL AND THE DEVIL IS HERE with his own selection of words as he saw Sheila and Sam coming towards them.
Adam stand as trhey both came closer, Sheila gave him a big hug like she did to Albert with kiss on his left cheek but Sam and Adam both conspire on just a verble "HELLO !"
' So how was the practice boys? ' Sheila asked as they settle down on the floors only.
' Yeah went good ' Albert answered asboth of them wanted to neglect an unwanted awkward silence between Adam and Sam. Suddenly Sam stood up and said;
' Guys! I need to leave ' She hugged Sheila who was wondering what suddenly went wrong with Sam which made her leave while Adam on the other hand was grateful to her .
' Bye Sheila, bye Albert bye.. and yeah! Sheila do remember I need a ride back home.. ' She said as she turned around and walked away.
It was 2:15 p.m, three of them were waiting for Sam to appear at the main gate of their college but no sign of her was yet appeared.
' I guess you people should go. You guys have trials at 4:00, I will wait for her myself ' Sheila said as she saw Albert glancing over his watch after every few seconds.
' Yeah Add ! She is right. We better leave or else we will be late for trials. Let go.. ' Albert put hand on Adam's shoulder, but then Adam spoke those words which amazed Sheila and took Albert in a shock state.
' No Al ! lets wait for her. Let Sam appear first then we will head towards our homes ' Both of them though stayed quite but they were surprized on perplexity in Adam's voice.
At 2:30, finally they saw Sam outside the library coming straight towards them. Adam hurried off towards her and her hold her arms and almost scream at her.
' Where have you been foool ! answer me. We all were so distress because of you. You dont have even any idea of it ' Adam was shrieking while three of them including Sam were in apoplexy . To break the silence apart, Albert taking an eye-advice from Sheila spoke, which tear the fortification which surrounded Adam who was still holding Sam.
He left her startle there and turned his back and started walking with Albert beside him. Reaching at a certain distance he truned arounf he gave Sam a look. A look which made her feel of him, love of him, clear in his eyes.
Quietly she moved towards Sheila who was standing with folding hands around her waist looking at her surroundings, the building of the college with much of her interest making Sam feel that she is too busy. Sam started moving and so Sheila does when she feel herself surrounded by someone. She felt fortified and tehre she stopped, turned and saw...
To Be Continued..
P.S( I am sorry for my mistakes.. I hope I am able to do justice with characters in the story)
P.S.S ( Do read and do comment as they are always very important)
Happy Birthday Ashrita (Satans Darling™)!
Birthdays are special moments of joyJoys are felt in the hearts of the loving
Loving are the ones who wish for the special
Special is the world used to define Angels like you
You are the Angel who entered earth from heaven once in million years
Years we have waited for you to come into our lives
Lives which were filled with blessings with your presence
Presence which was first felt on this earth on this day
Day which has come for us to make it special for you and wish
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Wish for your happiness
Wish for joy
Wish for dreams
Wish for your benevolence
And wish for your fulfillment
A wish so that the sun always shines bright on you
A wish so that you always touch the sky
A wish so that sky is never your limit
A wish so that it rains happiness on you
A wish to fulfill even before you wish
A wish for someone as special a person
A wish for an Angel
A Wish just to wish her
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
With All our loves and cares
Today is the Birthday of my special Angel. So Apart from my special wish i would like to wish her from the part of the whole of The Writer's Lounge and i gift her this from All of us:-
May you fill this lounge with your beautiful writings more and more in the days to come and may your creativity enhance with each passing day>May this birthday be the most Amazing and Rocking Birthday
And may it be the Best Birthday You ever had
Here's wishing you the Best Birthday from me and the entire WL Family
Love you gal
-------Nabila -----
April 29, 2009
LOVE - 4 ( A continuation)
I was too inspired by what Yamini wrote...so wanted to take it a bit further...it can be a part of chain and loop poetry
Fade away from the hope of the night
Night that was filled with all your love
Love was all I searched in you
In you I found the almighty above
Above all I trusted you
You were the only one I wished for
For whom my love never ceased
Ceased to exist and to be at war
At war I am with me
Me alone, questioning glares
Glares of paun and perished soul
Soul that was now drenced in tears
Fade away from the hope of the night
Night that was filled with all your love
Love was all I searched in you
In you I found the almighty above
Above all I trusted you
You were the only one I wished for
For whom my love never ceased
Ceased to exist and to be at war
At war I am with me
Me alone, questioning glares
Glares of paun and perished soul
Soul that was now drenced in tears
Mayri Zindagi
Haqqeqat nahi, khwabon mein jeeti hoon
Wahin unke ikraar ka intezaar karti hoon
Khwab to shayad jhooth ka aeena ban jaate hain
Shayad wahin unke aks ko mehsoos kar sakti hoon
Apne aks ko jhutlakar, unki zindagi jeeti hoon
Apni muskan bhulakar, unke askhon ko peeti hoon
Zindagi ke darpan mein akeli nazar aati hoon
Khwabon mein bhi unke sath ke liye taras jati hoon
Socha tha unse apne ahskon ki shikayat karenge
Na keh hum paaye, na siskiyan wo sun paaye
Pyaar wo humse kar na paye
Juda hum unki yaadon se ho na paye
Zindagi unke naam kar, unhi ke liye jeeti hoon
Tabhi shayad haqeeqat nahi, khwabon mein hi jeeti hoon
PS: thanks to asbah for the title
Wahin unke ikraar ka intezaar karti hoon
Khwab to shayad jhooth ka aeena ban jaate hain
Shayad wahin unke aks ko mehsoos kar sakti hoon
Apne aks ko jhutlakar, unki zindagi jeeti hoon
Apni muskan bhulakar, unke askhon ko peeti hoon
Zindagi ke darpan mein akeli nazar aati hoon
Khwabon mein bhi unke sath ke liye taras jati hoon
Socha tha unse apne ahskon ki shikayat karenge
Na keh hum paaye, na siskiyan wo sun paaye
Pyaar wo humse kar na paye
Juda hum unki yaadon se ho na paye
Zindagi unke naam kar, unhi ke liye jeeti hoon
Tabhi shayad haqeeqat nahi, khwabon mein hi jeeti hoon
PS: thanks to asbah for the title
HAPPINESS...!!!
I am in the morning dawn
fresh and new, special to all and you
I reside in the cool breeze
to be present all around you
I meet everyone living
in some or the other kind
I reach you, if you realize
you need to pay your cute smile
I can be won, to be all yours
but promise to share me with others
I need nothing to say, except
your little eyes to show me away
I will be yours, all the time dear
its you who should grab me
I sure lie in your little prayers
but check out, even then i was yours
I am the little feeling of a cute heart
I am happily called "HAPPINESS"...!!!
fresh and new, special to all and you
I reside in the cool breeze
to be present all around you
I meet everyone living
in some or the other kind
I reach you, if you realize
you need to pay your cute smile
I can be won, to be all yours
but promise to share me with others
I need nothing to say, except
your little eyes to show me away
I will be yours, all the time dear
its you who should grab me
I sure lie in your little prayers
but check out, even then i was yours
I am the little feeling of a cute heart
I am happily called "HAPPINESS"...!!!
Happiness
The following thoughts were inspired after reading Pisku's post on Happiness
Happiness...Tell me how you look ?
where to find you residing
in busy lanes or empty brooks ??
Do you meet only the few elite?
Do i need to pay for you
or can you win you only by fight ??
Do you need a heart or a mind to stay ?
Will you be mine even when am alone
or you come,requested by someone's prayers ??
I might have a lot of other questions from happiness.. will ask later ;)
Happiness...Tell me how you look ?
where to find you residing
in busy lanes or empty brooks ??
Do you meet only the few elite?
Do i need to pay for you
or can you win you only by fight ??
Do you need a heart or a mind to stay ?
Will you be mine even when am alone
or you come,requested by someone's prayers ??
I might have a lot of other questions from happiness.. will ask later ;)
HELLO.... I... HELLO...
HIM – hey dear! How is life? ( in a voice choked! )
HER – don't try to hide your restlessness by your ever stupid formal gestures!
What happened?
HIM – nothing!(frustrating manner!)
HER – there surely is something!
HIM – how can you be so sure?
HER – because you are pressing a bit too hard on “nothing!”.....
( a long pause.... ) 
To be continued...(tomorrow....)
(With this I start the quest of searching the two people whom I dont know... Him N Her... My first attempt on this )
MY LIFE...!!!
Joy
Cheer
Laughter
Happiness
Friends, Love, Family
are all the beauty of my life...!!!
hello friends...this is my first ever attempt on FIB...lemme know if its done fine....i will try n make it better..!!!
Cheer
Laughter
Happiness
Friends, Love, Family
are all the beauty of my life...!!!
April 28, 2009
TO THE VIRTUAL SIBLINGS..!!!
they write their hearts
they rhyme their tunes
know each other very well
there for each other always
there is a love down in their soul
with faith and trust held tight
they care for one another
they love like none other
in the world of poetry
they built a nest of love
sharing it to the rest
together, with words
words they weave
to make out a beauty
they fill in life to the lines
with their beautiful hearts
Vinay and Kajal they are known as
but the best siblings, they are
lets raise a toast to them
in their special place, the Lounge
they rhyme their tunes
know each other very well
there for each other always
there is a love down in their soul
with faith and trust held tight
they care for one another
they love like none other
in the world of poetry
they built a nest of love
sharing it to the rest
together, with words
words they weave
to make out a beauty
they fill in life to the lines
with their beautiful hearts
Vinay and Kajal they are known as
but the best siblings, they are
lets raise a toast to them
in their special place, the Lounge
this post is dedicated to Vinay (aka Leo) and Kajal(aka Pink Orchid)...the virtual siblings of the Lounge...!!!
Vinay and Kajal...you are the best siblings...!!! We Love You...!!!
How do I?
How do I show you
how special you are
what you are to me
what you mean to me?
How do I show you
you are more than just a friend
you arent not just one more
in the long winding line?
Trust me when I tell you
how much I care
how much I love
how much you mean to me.
Trust me when I tell you
That words fail me
When I have to express
What I want feel for you.
My heart you seem to understand
But this one thing you couldn’t?
You know when I’m happy and
When I’m sad
But why can’t you just understand
What you mean to me?
I hate feeling so misunderstood
So alone, so lonely.
You are my beacon, my strength
Be mine. Always. Forever.
I'm on your side
Scene IV
Read previous scenes here
DAD: I don't know what to make of the kids. Do I give them advice or do I not. Should I be a friend or a father.
MOM:They have enough friends and parents must be parents. Would we have done our bit if we don't warn them about mistakes when there is one?
DAD: Do we really know? Do we have that kind of wisdom? I know the boy has a head on his shoulders. But he returns home only well past midnight, probably drinks once in a while, quit a high flying job to take up something I have no idea what it is. I dont know who he keeps talking to at such late hours in the night on the phone nor what all those hours on the computer mean. Talking to him about saving for a rainy day is like tell him not to live his life. What do I make of all this?
MOM:His sister is no easy puzzle either. She thinks that the kitchen is for illiterates and cleaning is best left for the maids. She has more boys as friends than girls. Ask her to come home at a safe time and I hear all the creative slogans of gender equality. She says her greatest motivation to study is so that her life is not just about getting the meals cooked in time and gossiping about afternoon soaps. I've juggled home with work all my life but I have not a clue how to tell her that no task is menial.
DAD: We may never understand their world but yet can we resign ourselves? We may not define their actions but can we shape their thoughts? We may not have the wisdom to help them win but do we impair them with our fears?
MOM:We have to find a way to stay connected to them. We have to keep telling them, "I'm on your side".
DAD: More importantly, we should be on their side.
MOM:Aren't we?
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More soon
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I also write @ the world round me
Time to Rhyme Tuesday! - Sandeep and Asbah
For the new members in the family who do not know what is Time to Rhyme Tuesday please read this.
Sincere apologies for the delay. I (Pink Orchid) was having my final semester exams but from now on we promise we won't miss out on any tuesdays. :)
So here we have our poetic dedications this tuesday for:
Sincere apologies for the delay. I (Pink Orchid) was having my final semester exams but from now on we promise we won't miss out on any tuesdays. :)
So here we have our poetic dedications this tuesday for:
Sandeep
The guru of the lounge
One who everyone admires
The mentor, the guide,
Giving smiles everyone desires
If you are down and under,
He'd be a friendly thunder.
A magician in disguise,
A gem, he's our pride!
The guru of the lounge
One who everyone admires
The mentor, the guide,
Giving smiles everyone desires
If you are down and under,
He'd be a friendly thunder.
A magician in disguise,
A gem, he's our pride!
********************
Asbah
A girl like her is rare,
Other chicks might at her glare,
with envy 'coz she is 'perfect',
without any sort of suspect!
She is indeed a great friend
A talent hub, an angel afar
Yet she can never be forgotten
in life, she is a treasured star
Asbah
A girl like her is rare,
Other chicks might at her glare,
with envy 'coz she is 'perfect',
without any sort of suspect!
She is indeed a great friend
A talent hub, an angel afar
Yet she can never be forgotten
in life, she is a treasured star
************************
With lots of Smiles & Sugar Candies
Vinu & Kajal
I don't love
continued from forever yours
"You really don't understand.. do you ?" She said, wiping her tears.
"What's there to understand ? I love you more than myself.. what else do WE need ?" he was confused still.
"I don't even love myself. How can i love you?"
"Don't worry.. I will make you fall in love with yourself" he said hugging her.
"You really don't understand.. do you ?" She said, wiping her tears.
"What's there to understand ? I love you more than myself.. what else do WE need ?" he was confused still.
"I don't even love myself. How can i love you?"
"Don't worry.. I will make you fall in love with yourself" he said hugging her.
Forever Yours
"I am sorry, I cannot give you what you deserve", she said tears falling down her cheek. He shrugged and moved closer to her....."Then let me at least give you what I have, it will be enough for both of us.....trust me", he said wiping away the tears of pain and feelings of disconcert.
P.S. 1st attempt @ 55 fiction, hope it's not very bad.
P.S. 1st attempt @ 55 fiction, hope it's not very bad.
April 27, 2009
LOVE-3...!!!
He walks to me in the night
night with the starry skies
skies beautifully dark
dark like his romantic eyes
Eyes i close to see his presence
presence in my dream land
land of smiles, he turns it to be
be there, i wish forever, holding his hand
Hand to hold, to him i move
move to meet him in the tender light
light of the burning candles suddenly fade
fade away my hope for the night...!!!
night with the starry skies
skies beautifully dark
dark like his romantic eyes
Eyes i close to see his presence
presence in my dream land
land of smiles, he turns it to be
be there, i wish forever, holding his hand
Hand to hold, to him i move
move to meet him in the tender light
light of the burning candles suddenly fade
fade away my hope for the night...!!!
The Moment (Part III)
Hi guys!..Me back with the third part.... :) Hope you enjoy this.... Have fun!! ;) The first two are:
1st- Here 2nd- Here
The Journey
"Abe kya hua.....?" His friend nudged him. And the picture dissolved. The picture of his Wonder Girl. He was still fighting with his thoughts. When something frustrating of this magnitude happens, and people expect you to 'relax' and be 'normal'; its all the more frustrating. Sitting in that autorickshaw, with his feet rested on his suitcase, he looked at Bangalore swifting past him, with the wind slapping hard against his "Gulgula Cheeks". Gulgula .... with this word he felt, as if his mind shifted gears. To the present.
They stepped off the auto. His friend paid the autowallah as he stepped at the entryway, flanked by rose bushes and moneyplants and a marble staircase leading to the floors above. He waited for his friend, and as he was staring at the beautiful flat, he got the usual one on the back of his head. "Come on, move!" And he sensed he made a joke of himself. He was staring at the wrong house. It was the one besides. Absent mindedness was his virtue since he became aware of himself, which is every single morning. So he moved to the flat, which surely did look like a room on rent for an engineering student. Black patches of worn off paint on the walls, typical dusty floor, half broken steps of the cemented stairs ...and what not! They went in, and the aroma of food greeted them. Their stomachs seemed to purge gastric juices like the water spewed out of a gardeners thin pipe, and they understood the call of hunger. Without further delay, he was asked to get fresh and appear for lunch...at the floor, on the widespread cloth sheet, unlike his expectations of a dining table. But his adaptability rescued him. He went for a shower, and the soothingly refreshing water shut his mind and relaxed every inch of his scalp. And then restarted his mind. And it struck to him. Tomorrow, he would be having lunch with her. After a span of 2 years. And he smiled.
After the food, lounging on the bean chair was the best idea. It had been an hour or so since they got over with lunch, and discussing about last year coaching classes. The smooth wind caressing him, and his hair freshly fluffy, he stood up with his cup of Cappuccino, he could see almost a lot of Bangalore from this terrace.
And memories, and excitement erupted as a combination. They both discussed, about meeting after a year, about what all they encountered in the past year, about lost friends, about not getting through exams, about not becoming doctors but engineers! Anything and everything under the blue moon. Friendship blossomed after a very long time, as this young college life gifted them one thing both were seeking since last year: Peace.
The sun faded away, and dusk set in. Afternoon in Bangalore also seemed like an evening time. Atleast to him, as he was used to the hot, sweaty and humid Delhi air. They had fun talking about everything, and now it was time to move out. Roam around in Bangalore. Discover what he had not in the previous visit. They went to his friend's college, and he enjoyed the visit. As soon as they were about to walk back to the room, after having a hot chocolate fudge each, after he was shown the beauty around (both scenic and otherwise), he recollected that he had to buy something. A gift. A gift for her. Tomorrow he would travel 300 kms away from this place. Just to see her after 2 long, patient and uptight years. A conscious , beautiful yet humming excitement filled his heart. And he bought the gift..smiling at his own stupid, lovestruck self. All his friend used to ask him was,
"Hua kya hai tujhe? I know tu yahaan kyun aaya hai...but fir bhi??!!! Are you insane?"
And his consistent unwavering reply woould be, "Tu nahi samjhega."
Next morning he was supposed to board the train at 6:00 am. But owing to the 3 movies and "college life fun stuff" last night with his friend and his three other friends, he realised that it was 9:00am when he woke up. Laughing at themselves, they got ready and he asked his friend the remaining alternatives. "Catch the earliest bus. Main tujhe Majestic pe drop kardunga." Without delay they left. And dropping him at Majestic, for a first time journey to the destination, his friend left, wishing him best of journey and a safe one more importatntly. Attributing to the hurry and the excitement, he just jumped in an average bus, and left Bangalore at around 9:45am. All that was left now, was just the meeting. After just about 6 hours. It seemed like a dream come true. And considering the fact that she had the knowledge that he would be arriving three days from present day, this surprise arrival would surely be eventful and memorable!
Witnessing the beauty on the way, he did not sleep for even a fraction of second. The company in the bus was not really one to keep him busy. So his headphones, and the cool breeze were his friends. The sight of windmills at a distance, on the mountains, looked like a call.
A call towards love. The flashback started. Her vibrant face lit up as he closed his eyes. The moments together, the warm hugs, the numerous passionate kisses, the unparalleled fun, the annoying tease statements, the coaching class footsie, the class bunks to be together, the assuring hand holds, the early morning fights, the unending phone conversations all throughout the nights....everything became vividly alive and tingled him somewhere inside. He was sure... something memorable is so damn sure to happen!
He walked towards the gate and could see her friend with whom he made the plan to surprise her. Surprise her by arriving 3 days earlier than she was told. Her friend waved energetically enough to confirm him that she was his partner in crime! They met and took the next step as decided...bring her there for a random reason. Her friend went to find her. He stood there. There, in front of the gate, near that dhaba. The view of the walkway from where she would come was blocked as he stood just besides, sticking to the wall at the turn. Yet far away from the turn. The surprise element was gripping him from inside. He was about to see her. Damn! It was happening. Everything inside him was haywire, but unlike girls, he could not let it get revealed on his descriptive, now red hot excitement filled face. Unknowingly his feet were tapping alternately, and his palms rabbing against each other.
Then all movement was paused. He could hear the footsteps, standing at a distance from the corner, sticking to the wall. Steps of many people walking. Like 3-4 of them.
His breath suddenly fell deep in his throat, he could feel his stomach intensely churning as the steps came real close, just around the corner...
PS: Guys I had to rush somewhere, so will update it soon. I guess it might be having some mistakes... :D
1st- Here 2nd- Here
The Journey
"Abe kya hua.....?" His friend nudged him. And the picture dissolved. The picture of his Wonder Girl. He was still fighting with his thoughts. When something frustrating of this magnitude happens, and people expect you to 'relax' and be 'normal'; its all the more frustrating. Sitting in that autorickshaw, with his feet rested on his suitcase, he looked at Bangalore swifting past him, with the wind slapping hard against his "Gulgula Cheeks". Gulgula .... with this word he felt, as if his mind shifted gears. To the present.
They stepped off the auto. His friend paid the autowallah as he stepped at the entryway, flanked by rose bushes and moneyplants and a marble staircase leading to the floors above. He waited for his friend, and as he was staring at the beautiful flat, he got the usual one on the back of his head. "Come on, move!" And he sensed he made a joke of himself. He was staring at the wrong house. It was the one besides. Absent mindedness was his virtue since he became aware of himself, which is every single morning. So he moved to the flat, which surely did look like a room on rent for an engineering student. Black patches of worn off paint on the walls, typical dusty floor, half broken steps of the cemented stairs ...and what not! They went in, and the aroma of food greeted them. Their stomachs seemed to purge gastric juices like the water spewed out of a gardeners thin pipe, and they understood the call of hunger. Without further delay, he was asked to get fresh and appear for lunch...at the floor, on the widespread cloth sheet, unlike his expectations of a dining table. But his adaptability rescued him. He went for a shower, and the soothingly refreshing water shut his mind and relaxed every inch of his scalp. And then restarted his mind. And it struck to him. Tomorrow, he would be having lunch with her. After a span of 2 years. And he smiled.
After the food, lounging on the bean chair was the best idea. It had been an hour or so since they got over with lunch, and discussing about last year coaching classes. The smooth wind caressing him, and his hair freshly fluffy, he stood up with his cup of Cappuccino, he could see almost a lot of Bangalore from this terrace.
And memories, and excitement erupted as a combination. They both discussed, about meeting after a year, about what all they encountered in the past year, about lost friends, about not getting through exams, about not becoming doctors but engineers! Anything and everything under the blue moon. Friendship blossomed after a very long time, as this young college life gifted them one thing both were seeking since last year: Peace.The sun faded away, and dusk set in. Afternoon in Bangalore also seemed like an evening time. Atleast to him, as he was used to the hot, sweaty and humid Delhi air. They had fun talking about everything, and now it was time to move out. Roam around in Bangalore. Discover what he had not in the previous visit. They went to his friend's college, and he enjoyed the visit. As soon as they were about to walk back to the room, after having a hot chocolate fudge each, after he was shown the beauty around (both scenic and otherwise), he recollected that he had to buy something. A gift. A gift for her. Tomorrow he would travel 300 kms away from this place. Just to see her after 2 long, patient and uptight years. A conscious , beautiful yet humming excitement filled his heart. And he bought the gift..smiling at his own stupid, lovestruck self. All his friend used to ask him was,
"Hua kya hai tujhe? I know tu yahaan kyun aaya hai...but fir bhi??!!! Are you insane?"
And his consistent unwavering reply woould be, "Tu nahi samjhega."
Next morning he was supposed to board the train at 6:00 am. But owing to the 3 movies and "college life fun stuff" last night with his friend and his three other friends, he realised that it was 9:00am when he woke up. Laughing at themselves, they got ready and he asked his friend the remaining alternatives. "Catch the earliest bus. Main tujhe Majestic pe drop kardunga." Without delay they left. And dropping him at Majestic, for a first time journey to the destination, his friend left, wishing him best of journey and a safe one more importatntly. Attributing to the hurry and the excitement, he just jumped in an average bus, and left Bangalore at around 9:45am. All that was left now, was just the meeting. After just about 6 hours. It seemed like a dream come true. And considering the fact that she had the knowledge that he would be arriving three days from present day, this surprise arrival would surely be eventful and memorable!
Witnessing the beauty on the way, he did not sleep for even a fraction of second. The company in the bus was not really one to keep him busy. So his headphones, and the cool breeze were his friends. The sight of windmills at a distance, on the mountains, looked like a call.
A call towards love. The flashback started. Her vibrant face lit up as he closed his eyes. The moments together, the warm hugs, the numerous passionate kisses, the unparalleled fun, the annoying tease statements, the coaching class footsie, the class bunks to be together, the assuring hand holds, the early morning fights, the unending phone conversations all throughout the nights....everything became vividly alive and tingled him somewhere inside. He was sure... something memorable is so damn sure to happen!He walked towards the gate and could see her friend with whom he made the plan to surprise her. Surprise her by arriving 3 days earlier than she was told. Her friend waved energetically enough to confirm him that she was his partner in crime! They met and took the next step as decided...bring her there for a random reason. Her friend went to find her. He stood there. There, in front of the gate, near that dhaba. The view of the walkway from where she would come was blocked as he stood just besides, sticking to the wall at the turn. Yet far away from the turn. The surprise element was gripping him from inside. He was about to see her. Damn! It was happening. Everything inside him was haywire, but unlike girls, he could not let it get revealed on his descriptive, now red hot excitement filled face. Unknowingly his feet were tapping alternately, and his palms rabbing against each other.
Then all movement was paused. He could hear the footsteps, standing at a distance from the corner, sticking to the wall. Steps of many people walking. Like 3-4 of them.
His breath suddenly fell deep in his throat, he could feel his stomach intensely churning as the steps came real close, just around the corner...
PS: Guys I had to rush somewhere, so will update it soon. I guess it might be having some mistakes... :D
Monday Delight- Kajal aka The Pink Orchid
Interviewee - Kajal aka The Pink Orchid
Admin:
kajal singh, are u ready, shall we start?
Kajal:
yup!
Admin:
give a short interesting intro of urself and ur blog! take ur time. no issues! :)
Kajal:
Kajal (The Pink Orchid) is a kid in the frame of a woman, it just means I can love as innocently as a kid and i can hate as much as a kid can! my blog is all about me and everyone else who touches my life in a good or a not-so good way. my blog is everything else except sports and politics!
Admin:
kid in the frame of a woman? thats interesting! doesn't that woman in ur heart come to the fore sometimes?
Kajal:
she does and the kid and this woman have had awesome fights a number of times.. sometimes the kid wins and
sometimes the woman.. i love both of them..
Admin:
u say your blog is not about politics... what about politics in blogging? do u feel there are some who are superior or leader in blogging, and that person expects others to follow?
Kajal:
ah.. its funny.. what do you mean by superiority in blogging..? no one is superior here.. some are friendly.. some are kind.. some are way too talented.. and some write from their heart.. i dont see any politics in blogging... and if there is anyone trying to do politics here he/she is not loved.. and wont be going far..
Admin:
ah.. very interesting reply.
Kajal:
thank you.. i meant it..
Admin:
yes. now, if u are made to choose between poetry and prose, which would u choose? which way do u feel more comfortable to express ur heart.. ur thoughts?
Kajal:
i'd chose poetry anyday.. it's been my first love.. since the age of 12.. i dont count rant as prose.. but rant is my vent and cant do without it too..
Admin:
oh that is nice... to be a poetess that early is quite remarkable. u r the poetic princess of the lounge? i've seen that name being present in many of ur comments... justified nickname don't u think?
Kajal:
no I really don't think .. it is justified. if poetesses are to be called princesses.. then all the girls who can rhyme should be referred as princesses.. because poetry makes you rule the heart..
for some the rule lasts a few seconds... and for some it stays forever.. that's all.. all i meant to say is all poems leave an impact..
Admin:
but the lounge seems to agree unanimously that u r the poetry princess.... ur posts make a valid point too. ur rule has lasted quite a long time. u r also the top commenter in WL, with more than 600 comments among the last 5000. u must be proud to call lounge second home...
Kajal:
600 among 5000.. phew I didnt know that.. lol ..what about the remaining 4400..that's a huge figure.. and makes the title unjustified.. i am so proud.. but the title is just because of the lounge and its writers love me.. and I love them a lot.. may be that's why because trust me there are so many talented writers than me.. i dont even write to excel.. i just write because I feel like it..
Admin:
the lounge is full of talented writers. why to compare two diamonds eh? each is as good as the next....
Kajal:
you got my point :)
Admin:
u write bcz u feel like it...? when does the "feel" usually come? is there any time? or does it depend on ur emotions too?
Kajal:
not on emotions 'too', on emotions 'only' :) off late i have been trying fiction.. but there is nothing like writing your heart out in the form of a poem..
Admin:
that is true. someone told me that u design headers for blogs too... is it? yes/no... :)
Kajal:
ah that is just for..
Admin:
just for... meaning u do design them right?
Kajal:
i do.. but those are just some amateur attempts.. i hope iMAZE is not listening.. they rock!
Admin:
iMaze is not part of the question! :P
good. if u were given oppprtunity to design a new header for lounge, what would u change in the current one?
Kajal:
oh god! no, the header of the lounge is too good.. i wil not change it into anything..
Admin:
no choice. u HAVE to change and make new header (hypothetically). what would u change?
Kajal:
that's a tough one.. probably.. i would have filled it with a lot of emotions.. sadness happiness friendship colors.and morning..
Admin:
that is quite a nice idea. a possibilty for the future certainly i feel.
Kajal:
ah no not at all.. as I said I love the banner..
Admin:
ah... but change is sometimes needed right.. .we'll cross that bridge when v come to it... after joining lounge.. u've got quite many nicknames i think?
Kajal:
loads of them... everyone here gets nicknames..
Admin:
top 3... what would it be?
Kajal:
:)
bhondu, callie, kan. undoubtedly! then there are a lot more..
Admin:
thats nice... why these 3 occupy the top slots?
Kajal:
bhondu is given by Sandeep - my favorite human being in the universe
callie - by my brother vinu..
Kann - my first friend in blogsvillle..
Admin:
don't u think ur brother might take offence at ur calling Sandeep as ur favorite in the universe?
Kajal:
ah no.. he understands.. he is the best brother in the world.. he knows he is someone I'd be there for.. always. .and these was no ranking. if sandeep is my most favorite person.. vinu is someone I can't go on without..
Admin:
that is sweet... he must be proud to have such a darling sister... now we head for small break. ... what time would u like to resume?
Kajal:
anytime you are back..
Admin:
ok. that is generous. thank you.
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Admin:
i am back. shall we continue?
Kajal:
:) yes sir
Admin:
right. is WL the only group blog u r a member of? if not, can u describe the other blogs? :)
Kajal:
i am a part of Time to Rhyme with my bro Vinu.. there we co-write poems and we love doing it... we do it for our own selves.. poetry has a very very important place in our hearts and bhaai is too good!
i am also a part of Gateway of India where we write about the country and everything about it..
unfortunately i havent been able to contribute much but will do it soon..
Admin:
that is nice. Gateway of India, it tells all about India according to you. What do you see as India's biggest setback? Why and how can the setback be avoided in future?
Kajal:
the only setback is too much of talking and no action and the only solution is trying to stop the blame game..
Admin:
ah, aptly put. it is election time now. voting is the way to make sure the right ppl are there in the power seat.. but only 45 or 50 percent seem to vote. why do u think is this?
Kajal:
as i said too much of talking and less or no action,,
Admin:
r u there? its been a while since u typed anythin...
Kajal:
sorry i was called by mom
as i said too much of talking and less or no action,,
the youth of the country is also contributing to the talking brigade.
Admin:
right. talk shd be justified by action then? no false promises etc. good idea. u should enter politics. India will become better then. why don't u?
:)
Kajal:
exactly.. you know what i might enter politics one day.. you never know..
:) but before that I need to work a lot for the country, for the people to understand what is that i believe in..
Admin:
u got a lounge full of votes if u ever decide to run. thats for sure. :)
Kajal:
i am sure someone would need a lot more votes than that to win.. but I am sure WL can give all the motivation one needs for not giving up.. :)
Admin:
that u can be guaranteed of..what of Kajal's perfect date? what kind of person would ur date be?
Kajal:
Kajal's date.. hmmm.. he has to be someone who can understand her million emotions
and be there for her forever and love her more than any amount of love that exists in the world... and trust me he'd be Kajal's whole world.. :)
Admin:
recently there was a controversy about "Irresistible" series in WL. do u think the series was that bad? why do u think the controversy happened?
Kajal:
the series was one of the best things that happened to lounge .. even if some people might disagree, the pics went a little overboard...all i mean is a pic is just for supporting the poem but not overshadow it..
Admin:
what pics would be appropriate for such a sensual series if u would...? perhaps, japanese anime or a drawing or something like that? i mean after all, the pic should be there...
since it helps the reader to understand what it is about. not all are versed to understand poetic depth right?
Kajal:
yeah..an anime.. or anything like that.. even real life pictures could be there but it doesnt have to be very descriptive.. but when I say all this I just mean that something like this,
its not suitable for a place like writers' lounge where we have readers of all age groups.. and is most visited webpage in so many homes where there are other family members.. it can go on in personal blogs because we are individually responsible for own spaces but for a group blog
we have to think of a lot of other things than just posting :) phew! i talk a lot..
Admin:
very apt views. lounge i am sure agrees with what u have said. talking isn't a bore when the person who is listening is interested. u r an admin/moderator at lounge right? did it come as a surprise to you when u found out u were made admin ? did u read announcement first or did someone tell u b4 u saw?
Kajal:
I came to know of from the post..I had been given hints before but I was not ready to believe it
because it could have been too good to be true.. but the post confirmed it.. I just hope I keep doing the good work and don't let down the trust that rests on me..
Admin:
u will live up to expectations for sure... did u get any WL awards of excellence?
how many u got? what all?
Kajal:
I got four awards :) and all four of them are very special.. :) awards make one feel so loved and it tells you to 'keep it up and keep growing'
Admin:
what awards u got? name them.
Kajal:
# Most Motivating Commenter
# Poetic Co - writes with Vinu
# Ms. Consistent @ Lounge (English - Poetry)
# Best Romantic Story (series) with Sandeep for Golu-Bhondu
Admin:
thats nice. there was one award that was left to a certain member to decide. which was that?
Kajal:
yes that Award was left for Prats to decide. it was about who has been trying all the new poetic styles taught at WL and beautifully so... sorry got dc . you were typing something.
Admin:
right... no issues... if u were in Prats position, considering lessons till today, who would u pick as the winner of that award? :D
Kajal:
I think I'd pick Tan.. Vinu could be picked too but I feel he himself is a master of poetry
and he keeps trying a lot of other poetic styles..
Admin:
oh, is it? what about you? on a scale of 1 to 10, what would ur grade be as a student?
Kajal:
I am not a very good student. i bunk a lot of poetic classes.. but whatever classes I have attended I make sure that I attempt those styles well.. :) and some of them are liked or at least I hope that they are.. :)
Admin:
very modest student too. thats nice to see. you read and comment a lot on WL. who would u say has the shortest fuse in WL... ? and u dint tell ur grade. 1 to 10. what ur grade in lessons?
Kajal:
explain shortest fuse. my grade would be a sad 4. i guess Prats should be the one grading not me..
Admin:
short fuse meaning temper... gets angry at small incidents...
Kajal:
Ste and I..have the shortest fuse.. rest all are mahaan.. Chirag gets pissed soon too but he is doing pretty fine off late..
Admin:
ok. how u think yourself , chirag and ste can ctrl the temper? any advice or views?
Kajal:
lol no advices for me.. because on me no advices work..
the same goes for Ste.. Having Sandeep around keeps things calm though.. even Vinu helps bringing the temperatures down.. Chirag doesnt need control measures he is doing ifne..
Admin:
ur blogs are named "Unknown Quest" and "Mush Factor" ... why the choice of these names?
Kajal:
both the names are self explanatory.. Unknown Quest because I am one person who doesnt have a goal. I have no clue where i am going.. but i am going.. living one day at a time and giving it my all in any way i could.
Mush factor is for the hopeless romantic that i am..
Admin:
interesting choices... both seem to be popular... so whatever be the destination, ur travels having so many companions to keep u moving... their support must be a big factor... who would u say is ur most travelled companion?
Kajal:
most travelled companion as in who has been with me all the while..? in the blog world..
Admin:
yes... or who is there most of the time... to keep supporting u...
Kajal:
:) ah I am one lucky girl on the planet because all those who joined me in the journey of blogging have stayed.. with me from then on.. Sawan, Andy, Siva are some of the companions who have been around from day one.. but ofcourse there are soooooooooo many of them who stayed ... walked with me and have laughed smiled and cried with me..
Admin:
that is delightful... good to know u have such a loyal following... ur smile, it is very captivating... making anyone smile during joy is easy, but during their sorrows is difficult..
what makes the pink orchid smile during her sorrows..?
Kajal:
don't call it loyal following .. loyal more sounds like loyal customers.. me being a management student and exams have just got over.. got dc sowwie..
Admin:
ok... u want me to repeat my question?
Kajal:
what keeps pink orchid smile in her sorrows is a simple question.. pink orchid is a very simple girl and its very easy to make her smile. sometimes she smiles for herself sometimes for others..
even when she's down and under.. but yes sometimes the sadness overshadows her smiles
and she needs to get hugged to get back to a smile again.. :)
Admin:
very good. now v know how to make u smile if v ever let u get overshadowed by sorrow...
Kajal:
:D
Admin:
would u do something that makes u cry, just to make sure some one else smiles?
Kajal:
oh yes!
Admin:
why? surely ur smile matters to u too?!
Kajal:
anything for the smile of people who mean something to me.. it does but then that's with me.. there are some smiles in this world which mean more than mine..
Admin:
interesting... well put. what would u say is more painful... never falling in love or getting heartbroken after falling in love?
Kajal:
both are pains of different kinds. one is the pain of not knowing..what lies ahead.. the next one is not expecting or believing what lies ahead..
Admin:
have u experienced one or both of the pains?or none?
Kajal:
i have experienced both the pains.. :) i also blame the first pain at times for the second pain..
Admin:
would u prefer being a small fish in a big pond or a big fish in a small pond?
Kajal:
i'd prefer being a big fish in a small pond.. but that pond should have other big fishes too to to make me wanna grow..and small fishes who could look upto me and grow , a big pond would just mean a lot of strangers.. a lot of unknown hurt.. a space out of my comfort zone..
Admin:
hmm... good logic. well said. but surely as u grow,u will need to go out of ur comfort zone sooner or later. cant expect comfort always, what will u do then?
Kajal:
ah I know.. I am good in compromises too but if given a choice i'd prefer my comfort zone..
you gave me a choice so i spoke my mind..
Admin:
so I did. interviews shd be abt speaking ur mind.
Kajal:
i agreee..
Admin:
lounge has so many members... and new people are wanting to join too. deleting inactive members can't be a solution always. what would u suggest as a solution?
Kajal:
I think it would work for a long time..looking the proportion of total members and active members.. we could turn writers' lounge into a website or something where there is not limit on number of authors or open a new WL with this one going.. depending on thre number of active members..
Admin:
interesting solution... Admins will consider that option on the day when such a problem arises. :) thank u. who would u say is similar to u in bloggin style from WL... i mean writing similar kind of posts...
Kajal:
sorry got DC..
Admin:
WB. do u want the question repeated?
Kajal:
yeah..
Admin:
who would u say is similar to u in bloggin style from WL... i mean writing similar kind of posts...
Kajal:
i guess no one is... for the simple fact that i dont write for excelllence.. and everyone else in wl does.. i just to write to express.. and that is all..
Admin:
i see. that is good to know. because knowledge has no highest levels. everyone is learning!
not everyone writes for excellence at lounge... i am certain there are certain people who write to express too... :)
Kajal:
yeah may be. but I have never compared anyone with myself.
Admin:
u there? ur net needs repair i feel....
Kajal:
the electricity is playing games.. i just wanted to say that no one is like me in WL coz their blogging style is much much better than me.. one reason again I differentiate myself from others..i write fiction rarely. so its mostly me in 99% of my writes.. that's why..
Admin:
so the pain in ur "dark" writes, that is true?
u have lived that pain that inspires u so much?
Kajal: i have i guess.
Admin:
very sadly beautiful. would u say the pain has brought u down, or boosted u up?
Kajal:
it has made me what I am today.. it sure has boosted me up..
Admin:
very good. other than Leo, who was the RHYME GOD award given to?
Kajal:
i don't really reply.. oops i don't really remember i think Prats was again.
Admin:
it was Mona
Kajal:
oh I am sorry I have not read Mona's work much so I couldn't remember.. sorry.. i am sure she deserves the award!
Admin:
i see... there are these various MeMe blogs or Prompt blogs in bloggerville. do u think these help u to write better?
Kajal:
i don't think they help us better.. as in they can't help me better.
Admin:
ur brother has a blog based for prompts... does that mean u don't approve of him using it to write poems?
Kajal:
it may be good for him..because he can write on prompts.. but to me prompts dont make much sense because it again brings you out of your comfort zone.. writing on prompts once in a while is alright for me too... but not always.. that's the reason why i dont attempt various poetic styles..
because i am not writing to become a writer or a poetess.. i am writing to express. so it could be hurt that prompts me one day or another emotion that prompts me the other day.. 'mere words' cannot make me write..
Admin:
doesn't he try to get u to attempt a certain style. surely with him around, u can try to write expressively in a certain style! :)
Kajal:
style makes me feel chained.. i really don't relate much to writing on rules.. i mean it sure is fun.. i enjoyed fib and counting syllables and all that.. but trust me my favorite poems of mine are the ones which i have written in one go.. without editing a word..
Admin:
i see... glad ur poems are from ur style... and its a delight reading them miss. u r the 6th member on MD Interviews... what do u feel is good about MDI? is there anything u felt was needed extra in the previous interviews?
Kajal:
no I don't think so, they were all perfect . each of them were tailor made according to the interviewee.. Asbah's was full grace with some tinge of humor. Prats was so herself.. Ste and Sandeep was full on entertainment.. I am the fifth one I guess.. and this one is also bringing out what I am..
Admin:
sorry. my mistake. u r fifth. and very detailed analysis. thank u :)
Kajal: :)
Admin:
do u think admin and lounge members interact well right now? or can it be bettered?
Kajal:
I think they interact well.. Admin email ID and shoutbox are being used properly for the same purpose. and the communication is two way and is effective..
Admin:
very good. now, we had a LOL contest at lounge a while back. were u a part of that? who (other than urself) do u think has the best chance of winning?
Kajal:
lol @ 'other than myself.' i wrote one or two pieces of microhumor.. but my humor could get cute but it didnt get humorous. the whole lounge knows who deserves to win without doubt
Admin:
the Lounge remains closed for the duration of such contests... don't u think it deprives other members who aren't strong in that area of posting for that duration? do u feel it is fair on them?
Kajal:
i know it does.. I for one was not able to contribute during microhumor.. or even when we were only supposed to write inspiration but I strongly feel it is good once in a while to explore facets which you are not comfortable in... reading and attempting.. and its only a matter of few days..
Admin:
very good. that is a dose of inspiration in itself. thank u :)
Kajal: :)
Admin:
now, shall we move on to rapid fire? choice questions, choose one and tell why! :)
Kajal:
hey rapid fire. hm.. interesting.. ok go on.. :)
Admin:
friendship or love? tick tick... its rapid fire.. no time to think... :P
Kajal:
phew first one is tough, friendship in love..
Admin:
reason? why not love in friendship? can't friends love?
Kajal:
no one should love just for the sake of it.. love is just the initial fire if you have had to keep the flame ablaze, you have to keep it alive with friendship and all that is expected out of a friend.
Admin:
why not love in friendship? surely friends love each other so very much.
Kajal:
they do .. you asked me to choose and at times the hopeless romantic in me takes over.. :)
its just a theoritical choice, practically no one can go on without friends.. all i wanted to say is if you find a true friend in the one you love that's bliss..
Admin:
mush factor mind eh? thats ok... :D ur explanations are quite nice.
Kajal:
thank you admin..
Admin:
next... stephen's poetry or leo's prose?
Kajal:
haahaaaahha you are gonna get me killed.. ok i'd say stephen's poetry because vinu is good in both prose and poetry and attempts it every once in a while but ste writes poetry very cutely with a tint of shyness. i-know-i-cant-write-but-i-am-still-writing-types.. that's why i'd chose ste's poetry.. his poems are so him..very rare but very much like himself..
Admin:
valid point! two near-perfect influences to guide u as u continue ur unknown quest eh?
Kajal:
not two .. only one... the only influence that'll make unknown quest go on
until my understanding of emotions of mine or others' around is alive.. :) and it will remain so..
Admin:
wonderful... my mistake again. apologies. :)
Kajal: :)
Admin:
next... sandeep+ste vs rest of lounge? in humor area.
Kajal:
oh.. sandeep+ste anyday..
Admin:
golu bhondu series against 2ps series?
Kajal:
hahhhaha i will obviously get partial here.. golu bhondu series.. who does one choose between readers' delight and her own dreams? i will choose my dreams..
Admin:
lol.. i see... kan or bhondu?
Kajal:
hahahaaha bhondu :)
Admin:
delhi or chennai? :D and why?
Kajal:
chennai... because this is a metro but not yet a metro.. that's why..
Admin:
own sister or virtual bro? :D :)
Kajal:
hahahaahaahaa virtual bro when I am fighting with my sister.. i want both.. who chooses between siblings.. my virtual bro is as real to me as my sis is.. :)
Admin:
nice... being interviewed by WL Admin or TPS e-paper?
Kajal:
oh WL admin ofcourse.. TPS e-paper is same 25 questions for all bloggers... here its one on one and more real and more personal.. :)
Admin:
wow. ok... nice! :) if Time to Rhyme not with Leo, then who? why?
Kajal:
God! I cant even imagine rhyming with anyone else.. :) after reading Sandeep's attempt at fib probably I could rhyme with him too.. but there cannot be any other time to rhyme with anyone else..
Admin:
i see... :) orkut or facebook? :)
Kajal:
ewwww none.. i have done enough orkutting in life and facebooking both dont make sense to me.
Admin:
but made to choose... which one would u choose? :D
Kajal:
i'd choose orkut.
Admin:
ok. :) blogging or chatting?
Kajal:
blogging and chatting about it.. :P
Admin:
hahaha... ok.. :D nocturnal owl or morning robin? which are u? :)
Kajal:
nocturnal owl.. so much like me. :) dumb and sleepless.. at night..
Admin:
D wow. me too :)
Kajal:
lol
Admin:
novels or textbooks? ps: none or both can be a valid answer for this too :D but justification is necessary :D
Kajal:
lol novels. i hate textbooks! they have nothing to do with how i am.. novels i understand.. coz its about people and their emotions..
Admin:
fiction or non fiction?
Kajal:
non-fiction is its something personal.. . not the non-fiction like how to win, how to become successful..
non-fiction like that puts me off.. then i'd say fiction..
Admin:
ok! :) steamy coffee in the rain, or icecream in the summer? :D
Kajal:
icecream in the rain.. but anything in the rain is fine.. :) i hate summers..
Admin:
what is at the end of a rainbow? :D
Kajal:
its the same thing that is there at the beginning.. it just a play of some lights and some reflection..in the sky after rains.. but for poets it symolises hope. and for me.. too.. :)
Admin:
hindi or tamil?
Kajal:
tamil.. :) i know hindi well. but i want to learn tamil and write poem in it. it is a very sweet language. and when spoken politely its so musical..
Admin:
nice... which is the most romantic language to u?
Kajal:
english :)
Admin:
other than that?
Kajal:
hindi..i dont understand romance in any other language.. if i knew tamil i'd have said tamil without doubt..
Admin:
would a talking dog be better than a talking parrot? :D
Kajal:
yeah, dog is most faithful animal and man's best friend.. if it could talk tooo good.. and a dog can be hugged.. and pampered.. i like them..
Admin:
nice... what u like better? junk food or homemade chaats? :)
Kajal:
junk food. but one cannot do without homemade foood..
Admin:
:) who is better to be with when u r sad... mom or friends?
Kajal:
friends.. coz when I am sad mom gets sad too.. but when the hurt is unbearable i hug her and cry.. and i feel so much better lying in her lap or just hugging her. or sitting in her lap or talking like a kid with her or pulling her cheeks.. i feel better.
Admin:
ok. time for part 3. and final part of long awaited interview... :) are u ready?
Kajal:
:) all set..
Admin:
right. rapid fire continues... Leo or Vinu?
Kajal:
Vinu.. :D Leo he is for the world.. for me he's vinu or Bhaaaaaaaaii :P
Admin:
If Rashi and Asbah wanted to start a series and asked you to name it, what kind of series would they start and what name would u suggest? :)
Kajal:
it will be a beautiful combination of poetry and prose.. My faovorite topic is mush but trust me when they'd do it.. it will be close to reality yet all full of dreams.. It will be a readers' delight!
Admin:
waiting for such a series then! :D hope it comes out soon... next... Romance or Love?
Kajal:
Love.. :) romance gets to be a part of it sooner or later.. at one point of time both of them become inseparable.. but if i'd to choose.. it'd be love..
Admin:
good choice... if you were stranded on an island with a guy, what 3 things would u want with u and why? :P
Kajal:
lol.. i'd need a tape, so that I can shut him up when he talks all non-sense.. i'd take music and turn the volume loud when he doesn't listen to me.. and I'd take a lot of food to it. coz he won't be cookin i am sure..:P
Admin:
wonderful... :) i hope whichever guy ends up stranded gets sensible. u seem to be very dangerous gal :)
Kajal:
lol.. yeah
Admin:
what is the most boring series on the WL...? quizzes can be included too.
Kajal:
chirag is gonna kill me.. the cricket quiz.. but I've told him I am not interested in sports and he is friend and he understands.. :)
Admin:
ok. who designs badges for the contest winners in WL...? :)
Kajal:
I think either Ste or Riversoul (Sid)
Admin:
actually, they both do. :D
Kajal:
yeah as in .. some are made by Ste and some by Sid..
Admin:
good. next... Master/Mistress of Dark Poetry? who's ur pick..
Kajal:
oh.. Master is Mav without doubt.. In girls who writes dark.. umm... I think tweety(shwetha) attempted some.. I really don't know or if I am ignorant... I don't see much of dark poetry coming from female writers at lounge..
Admin:
Thats nice... What about reply poetry...? It is seen a lot on lounge. You seem to be the best at it...
Kajal:
hahahahha I just try.. Mistress is Prats :)and Master is Vinu.. and Mav also writes once in a while and wonderfully so..
Admin:
Ok. Next... Acrostic poetry or Fib poetry... to read which is better?
Kajal:
i like fib more.. lol.. just coz I have tried it a lot.. :) acrostic is good too..but I like fib...more chances of lines going intense and deep in fib..
Admin:
best lesson so far in poetry at lounge?
Kajal:
hehehee fib fib fib.. it gave birth to a series with 25 poems and so many writers contributing to it..
Admin:
top five poets / poetesses in lounge... in an order... other than urself i mean. :)
Kajal:
hhaahaaha dont worry i'd never include myself in the top 5 :) Rash, Asbah, Tweety, Ms R (she is my recent favorite) and Insi in no particular order..
Admin:
and Poets...?
Kajal:
Vinu, Mav, Hashan, Andy and not to forget the Lover Adi..... :)
Admin:
both.. poets and poetesses together... rank 1 to 5.
Kajal:
ok take them in that order.. only thing is Asbah would rank first in anything.. she is just too good! she writes less these days but masterpieces one after another..
Admin:
combined ranking I meant. 1 to 5... not separating guys and gals. answer is must.
Kajal:
combined ranking? like how example?
Admin:
what example? u separated top 5 poetesses and top 5 poets of lounge and told.. i want ur combined top 5 in order of first to fifth :)
Kajal:
oh Vinu and Rash - 1 oops I mean Vinu and Asbah - 1
Mav and Rash - 2
oops I forgot Prats :(
Prats and Hashan - 3
Ms. R and Andy - 4 (very classy they are... )
Adi and Insi - 5 (they are not very active these days .. I love their work)
Admin:
thank u for the rankings :) who'd u give the "best newcomer to lounge award" considering new members joined this month?
Kajal:
oh the new members this month , I'd say Ms R in girls and Pulkit in guys both of made an awesome entry and made their presence felt.
Admin:
good choices... if you were made to delete one of your blogs. ... which would u delete and why?
and u have to choose... its a hypothetical question.. :)
Kajal:
lol it is so difficult.. but then I guess I'd do away with mush factor looking at the amount of mush prevailing in 'an unknown quest' off late. i like the way 'mush factor' looks so it'll stay forever though..
Admin:
ok.. how did you come to rhyme so well in ur poems? natural ability nurtured with consistent writing?
Kajal:
Vinu's pointing out on one of my poems that I should rhyme sometimes.. :) and when I tried I liked it.. and then there was no looking back.. i rhyme mostly.. i meant the rhyming lines.. :)
I have been writing poems since ages now and I dont write unless I feel those emotions intensely.. so may be that's why they turn out that way.
Admin:
how did u come to meet Vinu? ur friendship is quite the strong one now... a blog together.. siblings virtually... immediate liking to each others blogs?
Kajal:
I was following I Rhyme Without Reason from so long.. and then we met through WL..
and he started a few replies to my work..and then there was no looking back.. he is one of the most wonderful people I know..
Admin:
ah... WL makes a lot of friendships... he must be delighted to have met u at WL...
Kajal:
:) i am sure he is.. :P
Admin:
have u met any of ur blog pals?
Kajal:
ah none.. but i guess I will meet them soon.. :) some of them..atleast.. i hope..
Admin:
thats a shame... who'd u want to meet first?
Kajal:
lol.. its no shame.. sometimes it doesn't matter how far one is and meeting ain't that imp and sometimes situations don't permit i'd like to meet asbah and sandeep first.. :)
Admin:
any reasons for those two?
Kajal:
yeah Asbah is the most solved person I have ever met.. she is so mature and I look upto her.. she is my favorite :) and Sandeep because he is my friend philosopher and guide.. :) then ofcourse i'd like to meet Vinu and Sawan and then a lot of other favorite people of mine..
Admin:
its been a long interview... shall we wind up with the Lounge Members Questions?
Kajal:
:) yeah your wish is my command :)
Admin:
if u'd want to continue... i have no issues... but i am sure ur pals will kill me.. for taking u away from chatting so long.. u r very popular after all.
Kajal:
lol its not like that.. we can;t have a very long interview making readers sleep half way through..:)
Admin:
true. let us proceed...
Kajal: yup..
Admin:
Rashi asks "how much of bhondu is true "
Kajal:
bhondu is 100% true and golu is my dream that I am living.. nothing less
:)
Admin:
Arjun asks " which state of being is more inspiring for better poetry?? When in Love or when deprived of
love..??"
Kajal:
I think both .. but deprived of love brings intense poetry.. when in love your poems make one go 'awweeee' but when deprived of it your poems bring in a million thoughts to the reader.. i totally believe in the fact that there are more heartbreaks than successful love stories around us.. and poem has more impact when the reader feels it his own thoughts.. which happens more in case of sad ones..
Admin:
interesting view point! :) thank u. Neha asks "Presume life brings you to a situation where you have to choose between giving up your love or losing a friend, what would you do? Justify your answer. "
Kajal:
I hope I never come into such a situation again.. and instance like these have happened in the past too and I have never been able to choose. both are a major part of us.. how do you choose between your eyes..both are imp for one to see..
Admin:
wow. what comparison... ! :) super. Maverick asks "How do you handle the large amount of your followers and manage to keep them happy?"
Kajal:
oops.. there is nothing like handling or managing.. i am not running a factory.. :) i just write my heart and may be they like what they read.. and all of them mean a lot to me.. and that's about it.. that's what keeps the orchid going..
Admin:
all read ur works... but do all follow ur heart? the depth of what is said...?
Kajal:
all my readers are bloggers themselves.. and they have a very good understanding of emotions..
they understand my work well..
Admin:
ok. understood. :) Anurag asks "How come she writes so much..and how did she manage to get so popular in such a short time "
Kajal:
lol.. i write a lot.. because I think a lot.. and popular is not the right word.. loved is.. i am loved because my readers relate to me in a way or the other.. because I write about us.. we .. our emotions.. our life in simple words.. at the end of the day every human being is sensitive.. some show some do not..
Admin:
yes. u r one of the loved members of lounge alright. glad that u r aboard. :) Jack asks "if she wd hv to write a book on soemthing..wat wd dat she write on..n why"
Kajal:
oh.. book is something too huge for me..! :) but no guesses if ever i write a book it will be no different than how my blog is.. it will be about my unknown quest and my companions in this journey of life..
Admin:
wow. a bestseller soon on the cards then! :)
Kajal:
hhahhhahaha good joke.. :P
Admin:
Aarthi asks "as a moderator of the lounge, what do you feel is going to be the future of the lounge?? any predictions?? Or any dreams...??"
Kajal:
the lounge is at its best now.. contests. creativity. series.. poems.. prose. first attempts.. quizzes..reviews... anything that one can think of.. the lounge gives a good platform to all the newcomers. and i am sure with new talent coming in WL will keep moving further and will keep being a remarkable name in blogsville..
Admin:
interesting... good to have u as a moderator... :)
Kajal:
:)
Admin:
Asbah asks "what would you name ur kids?"
Kajal:
awweeeeeeeeeeeee :) i've not thought of it.. as yet.. :) it'll definitely be something really cute with a nice ring to it.. :)
Admin:
still some idea u must b having.. readers are curious to know. :)
Kajal:
hahhahhahah as of now I can just think of 'pari' :) 'nihaal' hahhaha i dont know.. its a funny question.. :)
Admin:
Asbah asks "what is ur favourite piece of urself".
Kajal:
favorite poem?
Admin:
as in a poem or story that you have written :) yes.
Kajal:
my favorite is 'dont ask any questions' in english and 'jaadugar' in hindi. and fiction ofcourse is golu bhondu. :)
Admin:
nice! :) Charu asks "She writes a variety of things..Poetry-English and hindi..Fiction.. If she has to choose her favourite out of all..what it would be..or what does she thinks she is best at..?"
Kajal:
wow! I started writing hindi poems first. and then english came in.. its very recent that I am liking my comfort with english poems too.. and the way its been accepted i'd go with english poems.. but trust me everything i write has a huge place in my heart. :)
ok ..
stibu is my first friend in the blogworld..
he means a lot to me..
i manage time well because i study less and i blog more.. :P
my life as an admin is nice because I have a strong attachment with WL..
i really don't think popular is the word.. i'd just say some bloggers read me they liked what i read and soon we became friends.. so that's the reason behind TPO being loved..
my virtual friends are as special to me as my real ones.. and when I make a friend i give it my all... for me there is no difference between a real or a virtual friend.
a friend is a friend!
phew!
i guess that answers all the questions..
:)
Admin:
Prats asks " What is your mantra for being happy with yourself".
Kajal:
it is going and standing in the balcony with a cup of cold coffee and allowing cold breeze swish through my hair and touch my face.. trust me no matter in what state of mind i am this brings a smile. i like my company. :)
Admin:
Prats and Leo ask "what would you say has been the most memorable and proudest moment for you in blogging and why?"
Kajal:
it might sound cliched but they day i got my first follower for pink orchid.. i felt so proud and I had a big smile the whole day :)
Admin:
most memorable also is the same? :)
Kajal:
awweeee most memorable is my co-write of golu bhondu with Sandeep it holds a very special place.. :)
Admin:
oh wonderful. :) that does it for ur interview Kajal :) thank u so much, for ur time. and patience...:)
Kajal:
:) thank you so much! it was wonderful talking my heart out. god bless! :)
Admin:
God bless you too.
Admin:
kajal singh, are u ready, shall we start?
Kajal:
yup!
Admin:
give a short interesting intro of urself and ur blog! take ur time. no issues! :)
Kajal:
Kajal (The Pink Orchid) is a kid in the frame of a woman, it just means I can love as innocently as a kid and i can hate as much as a kid can! my blog is all about me and everyone else who touches my life in a good or a not-so good way. my blog is everything else except sports and politics!
Admin:
kid in the frame of a woman? thats interesting! doesn't that woman in ur heart come to the fore sometimes?
Kajal:
she does and the kid and this woman have had awesome fights a number of times.. sometimes the kid wins and
sometimes the woman.. i love both of them..
Admin:
u say your blog is not about politics... what about politics in blogging? do u feel there are some who are superior or leader in blogging, and that person expects others to follow?
Kajal:
ah.. its funny.. what do you mean by superiority in blogging..? no one is superior here.. some are friendly.. some are kind.. some are way too talented.. and some write from their heart.. i dont see any politics in blogging... and if there is anyone trying to do politics here he/she is not loved.. and wont be going far..
Admin:
ah.. very interesting reply.
Kajal:
thank you.. i meant it..
Admin:
yes. now, if u are made to choose between poetry and prose, which would u choose? which way do u feel more comfortable to express ur heart.. ur thoughts?
Kajal:
i'd chose poetry anyday.. it's been my first love.. since the age of 12.. i dont count rant as prose.. but rant is my vent and cant do without it too..
Admin:
oh that is nice... to be a poetess that early is quite remarkable. u r the poetic princess of the lounge? i've seen that name being present in many of ur comments... justified nickname don't u think?
Kajal:
no I really don't think .. it is justified. if poetesses are to be called princesses.. then all the girls who can rhyme should be referred as princesses.. because poetry makes you rule the heart..
for some the rule lasts a few seconds... and for some it stays forever.. that's all.. all i meant to say is all poems leave an impact..
Admin:
but the lounge seems to agree unanimously that u r the poetry princess.... ur posts make a valid point too. ur rule has lasted quite a long time. u r also the top commenter in WL, with more than 600 comments among the last 5000. u must be proud to call lounge second home...
Kajal:
600 among 5000.. phew I didnt know that.. lol ..what about the remaining 4400..that's a huge figure.. and makes the title unjustified.. i am so proud.. but the title is just because of the lounge and its writers love me.. and I love them a lot.. may be that's why because trust me there are so many talented writers than me.. i dont even write to excel.. i just write because I feel like it..
Admin:
the lounge is full of talented writers. why to compare two diamonds eh? each is as good as the next....
Kajal:
you got my point :)
Admin:
u write bcz u feel like it...? when does the "feel" usually come? is there any time? or does it depend on ur emotions too?
Kajal:
not on emotions 'too', on emotions 'only' :) off late i have been trying fiction.. but there is nothing like writing your heart out in the form of a poem..
Admin:
that is true. someone told me that u design headers for blogs too... is it? yes/no... :)
Kajal:
ah that is just for..
Admin:
just for... meaning u do design them right?
Kajal:
i do.. but those are just some amateur attempts.. i hope iMAZE is not listening.. they rock!
Admin:
iMaze is not part of the question! :P
good. if u were given oppprtunity to design a new header for lounge, what would u change in the current one?
Kajal:
oh god! no, the header of the lounge is too good.. i wil not change it into anything..
Admin:
no choice. u HAVE to change and make new header (hypothetically). what would u change?
Kajal:
that's a tough one.. probably.. i would have filled it with a lot of emotions.. sadness happiness friendship colors.and morning..
Admin:
that is quite a nice idea. a possibilty for the future certainly i feel.
Kajal:
ah no not at all.. as I said I love the banner..
Admin:
ah... but change is sometimes needed right.. .we'll cross that bridge when v come to it... after joining lounge.. u've got quite many nicknames i think?
Kajal:
loads of them... everyone here gets nicknames..
Admin:
top 3... what would it be?
Kajal:
:)
bhondu, callie, kan. undoubtedly! then there are a lot more..
Admin:
thats nice... why these 3 occupy the top slots?
Kajal:
bhondu is given by Sandeep - my favorite human being in the universe
callie - by my brother vinu..
Kann - my first friend in blogsvillle..
Admin:
don't u think ur brother might take offence at ur calling Sandeep as ur favorite in the universe?
Kajal:
ah no.. he understands.. he is the best brother in the world.. he knows he is someone I'd be there for.. always. .and these was no ranking. if sandeep is my most favorite person.. vinu is someone I can't go on without..
Admin:
that is sweet... he must be proud to have such a darling sister... now we head for small break. ... what time would u like to resume?
Kajal:
anytime you are back..
Admin:
ok. that is generous. thank you.
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Admin:
i am back. shall we continue?
Kajal:
:) yes sir
Admin:
right. is WL the only group blog u r a member of? if not, can u describe the other blogs? :)
Kajal:
i am a part of Time to Rhyme with my bro Vinu.. there we co-write poems and we love doing it... we do it for our own selves.. poetry has a very very important place in our hearts and bhaai is too good!
i am also a part of Gateway of India where we write about the country and everything about it..
unfortunately i havent been able to contribute much but will do it soon..
Admin:
that is nice. Gateway of India, it tells all about India according to you. What do you see as India's biggest setback? Why and how can the setback be avoided in future?
Kajal:
the only setback is too much of talking and no action and the only solution is trying to stop the blame game..
Admin:
ah, aptly put. it is election time now. voting is the way to make sure the right ppl are there in the power seat.. but only 45 or 50 percent seem to vote. why do u think is this?
Kajal:
as i said too much of talking and less or no action,,
Admin:
r u there? its been a while since u typed anythin...
Kajal:
sorry i was called by mom
as i said too much of talking and less or no action,,
the youth of the country is also contributing to the talking brigade.
Admin:
right. talk shd be justified by action then? no false promises etc. good idea. u should enter politics. India will become better then. why don't u?
:)
Kajal:
exactly.. you know what i might enter politics one day.. you never know..
:) but before that I need to work a lot for the country, for the people to understand what is that i believe in..
Admin:
u got a lounge full of votes if u ever decide to run. thats for sure. :)
Kajal:
i am sure someone would need a lot more votes than that to win.. but I am sure WL can give all the motivation one needs for not giving up.. :)
Admin:
that u can be guaranteed of..what of Kajal's perfect date? what kind of person would ur date be?
Kajal:
Kajal's date.. hmmm.. he has to be someone who can understand her million emotions
and be there for her forever and love her more than any amount of love that exists in the world... and trust me he'd be Kajal's whole world.. :)
Admin:
recently there was a controversy about "Irresistible" series in WL. do u think the series was that bad? why do u think the controversy happened?
Kajal:
the series was one of the best things that happened to lounge .. even if some people might disagree, the pics went a little overboard...all i mean is a pic is just for supporting the poem but not overshadow it..
Admin:
what pics would be appropriate for such a sensual series if u would...? perhaps, japanese anime or a drawing or something like that? i mean after all, the pic should be there...
since it helps the reader to understand what it is about. not all are versed to understand poetic depth right?
Kajal:
yeah..an anime.. or anything like that.. even real life pictures could be there but it doesnt have to be very descriptive.. but when I say all this I just mean that something like this,
its not suitable for a place like writers' lounge where we have readers of all age groups.. and is most visited webpage in so many homes where there are other family members.. it can go on in personal blogs because we are individually responsible for own spaces but for a group blog
we have to think of a lot of other things than just posting :) phew! i talk a lot..
Admin:
very apt views. lounge i am sure agrees with what u have said. talking isn't a bore when the person who is listening is interested. u r an admin/moderator at lounge right? did it come as a surprise to you when u found out u were made admin ? did u read announcement first or did someone tell u b4 u saw?
Kajal:
I came to know of from the post..I had been given hints before but I was not ready to believe it
because it could have been too good to be true.. but the post confirmed it.. I just hope I keep doing the good work and don't let down the trust that rests on me..
Admin:
u will live up to expectations for sure... did u get any WL awards of excellence?
how many u got? what all?
Kajal:
I got four awards :) and all four of them are very special.. :) awards make one feel so loved and it tells you to 'keep it up and keep growing'
Admin:
what awards u got? name them.
Kajal:
# Most Motivating Commenter
# Poetic Co - writes with Vinu
# Ms. Consistent @ Lounge (English - Poetry)
# Best Romantic Story (series) with Sandeep for Golu-Bhondu
Admin:
thats nice. there was one award that was left to a certain member to decide. which was that?
Kajal:
yes that Award was left for Prats to decide. it was about who has been trying all the new poetic styles taught at WL and beautifully so... sorry got dc . you were typing something.
Admin:
right... no issues... if u were in Prats position, considering lessons till today, who would u pick as the winner of that award? :D
Kajal:
I think I'd pick Tan.. Vinu could be picked too but I feel he himself is a master of poetry
and he keeps trying a lot of other poetic styles..
Admin:
oh, is it? what about you? on a scale of 1 to 10, what would ur grade be as a student?
Kajal:
I am not a very good student. i bunk a lot of poetic classes.. but whatever classes I have attended I make sure that I attempt those styles well.. :) and some of them are liked or at least I hope that they are.. :)
Admin:
very modest student too. thats nice to see. you read and comment a lot on WL. who would u say has the shortest fuse in WL... ? and u dint tell ur grade. 1 to 10. what ur grade in lessons?
Kajal:
explain shortest fuse. my grade would be a sad 4. i guess Prats should be the one grading not me..
Admin:
short fuse meaning temper... gets angry at small incidents...
Kajal:
Ste and I..have the shortest fuse.. rest all are mahaan.. Chirag gets pissed soon too but he is doing pretty fine off late..
Admin:
ok. how u think yourself , chirag and ste can ctrl the temper? any advice or views?
Kajal:
lol no advices for me.. because on me no advices work..
the same goes for Ste.. Having Sandeep around keeps things calm though.. even Vinu helps bringing the temperatures down.. Chirag doesnt need control measures he is doing ifne..
Admin:
ur blogs are named "Unknown Quest" and "Mush Factor" ... why the choice of these names?
Kajal:
both the names are self explanatory.. Unknown Quest because I am one person who doesnt have a goal. I have no clue where i am going.. but i am going.. living one day at a time and giving it my all in any way i could.
Mush factor is for the hopeless romantic that i am..
Admin:
interesting choices... both seem to be popular... so whatever be the destination, ur travels having so many companions to keep u moving... their support must be a big factor... who would u say is ur most travelled companion?
Kajal:
most travelled companion as in who has been with me all the while..? in the blog world..
Admin:
yes... or who is there most of the time... to keep supporting u...
Kajal:
:) ah I am one lucky girl on the planet because all those who joined me in the journey of blogging have stayed.. with me from then on.. Sawan, Andy, Siva are some of the companions who have been around from day one.. but ofcourse there are soooooooooo many of them who stayed ... walked with me and have laughed smiled and cried with me..
Admin:
that is delightful... good to know u have such a loyal following... ur smile, it is very captivating... making anyone smile during joy is easy, but during their sorrows is difficult..
what makes the pink orchid smile during her sorrows..?
Kajal:
don't call it loyal following .. loyal more sounds like loyal customers.. me being a management student and exams have just got over.. got dc sowwie..
Admin:
ok... u want me to repeat my question?
Kajal:
what keeps pink orchid smile in her sorrows is a simple question.. pink orchid is a very simple girl and its very easy to make her smile. sometimes she smiles for herself sometimes for others..
even when she's down and under.. but yes sometimes the sadness overshadows her smiles
and she needs to get hugged to get back to a smile again.. :)
Admin:
very good. now v know how to make u smile if v ever let u get overshadowed by sorrow...
Kajal:
:D
Admin:
would u do something that makes u cry, just to make sure some one else smiles?
Kajal:
oh yes!
Admin:
why? surely ur smile matters to u too?!
Kajal:
anything for the smile of people who mean something to me.. it does but then that's with me.. there are some smiles in this world which mean more than mine..
Admin:
interesting... well put. what would u say is more painful... never falling in love or getting heartbroken after falling in love?
Kajal:
both are pains of different kinds. one is the pain of not knowing..what lies ahead.. the next one is not expecting or believing what lies ahead..
Admin:
have u experienced one or both of the pains?or none?
Kajal:
i have experienced both the pains.. :) i also blame the first pain at times for the second pain..
Admin:
would u prefer being a small fish in a big pond or a big fish in a small pond?
Kajal:
i'd prefer being a big fish in a small pond.. but that pond should have other big fishes too to to make me wanna grow..and small fishes who could look upto me and grow , a big pond would just mean a lot of strangers.. a lot of unknown hurt.. a space out of my comfort zone..
Admin:
hmm... good logic. well said. but surely as u grow,u will need to go out of ur comfort zone sooner or later. cant expect comfort always, what will u do then?
Kajal:
ah I know.. I am good in compromises too but if given a choice i'd prefer my comfort zone..
you gave me a choice so i spoke my mind..
Admin:
so I did. interviews shd be abt speaking ur mind.
Kajal:
i agreee..
Admin:
lounge has so many members... and new people are wanting to join too. deleting inactive members can't be a solution always. what would u suggest as a solution?
Kajal:
I think it would work for a long time..looking the proportion of total members and active members.. we could turn writers' lounge into a website or something where there is not limit on number of authors or open a new WL with this one going.. depending on thre number of active members..
Admin:
interesting solution... Admins will consider that option on the day when such a problem arises. :) thank u. who would u say is similar to u in bloggin style from WL... i mean writing similar kind of posts...
Kajal:
sorry got DC..
Admin:
WB. do u want the question repeated?
Kajal:
yeah..
Admin:
who would u say is similar to u in bloggin style from WL... i mean writing similar kind of posts...
Kajal:
i guess no one is... for the simple fact that i dont write for excelllence.. and everyone else in wl does.. i just to write to express.. and that is all..
Admin:
i see. that is good to know. because knowledge has no highest levels. everyone is learning!
not everyone writes for excellence at lounge... i am certain there are certain people who write to express too... :)
Kajal:
yeah may be. but I have never compared anyone with myself.
Admin:
u there? ur net needs repair i feel....
Kajal:
the electricity is playing games.. i just wanted to say that no one is like me in WL coz their blogging style is much much better than me.. one reason again I differentiate myself from others..i write fiction rarely. so its mostly me in 99% of my writes.. that's why..
Admin:
so the pain in ur "dark" writes, that is true?
u have lived that pain that inspires u so much?
Kajal: i have i guess.
Admin:
very sadly beautiful. would u say the pain has brought u down, or boosted u up?
Kajal:
it has made me what I am today.. it sure has boosted me up..
Admin:
very good. other than Leo, who was the RHYME GOD award given to?
Kajal:
i don't really reply.. oops i don't really remember i think Prats was again.
Admin:
it was Mona
Kajal:
oh I am sorry I have not read Mona's work much so I couldn't remember.. sorry.. i am sure she deserves the award!
Admin:
i see... there are these various MeMe blogs or Prompt blogs in bloggerville. do u think these help u to write better?
Kajal:
i don't think they help us better.. as in they can't help me better.
Admin:
ur brother has a blog based for prompts... does that mean u don't approve of him using it to write poems?
Kajal:
it may be good for him..because he can write on prompts.. but to me prompts dont make much sense because it again brings you out of your comfort zone.. writing on prompts once in a while is alright for me too... but not always.. that's the reason why i dont attempt various poetic styles..
because i am not writing to become a writer or a poetess.. i am writing to express. so it could be hurt that prompts me one day or another emotion that prompts me the other day.. 'mere words' cannot make me write..
Admin:
doesn't he try to get u to attempt a certain style. surely with him around, u can try to write expressively in a certain style! :)
Kajal:
style makes me feel chained.. i really don't relate much to writing on rules.. i mean it sure is fun.. i enjoyed fib and counting syllables and all that.. but trust me my favorite poems of mine are the ones which i have written in one go.. without editing a word..
Admin:
i see... glad ur poems are from ur style... and its a delight reading them miss. u r the 6th member on MD Interviews... what do u feel is good about MDI? is there anything u felt was needed extra in the previous interviews?
Kajal:
no I don't think so, they were all perfect . each of them were tailor made according to the interviewee.. Asbah's was full grace with some tinge of humor. Prats was so herself.. Ste and Sandeep was full on entertainment.. I am the fifth one I guess.. and this one is also bringing out what I am..
Admin:
sorry. my mistake. u r fifth. and very detailed analysis. thank u :)
Kajal: :)
Admin:
do u think admin and lounge members interact well right now? or can it be bettered?
Kajal:
I think they interact well.. Admin email ID and shoutbox are being used properly for the same purpose. and the communication is two way and is effective..
Admin:
very good. now, we had a LOL contest at lounge a while back. were u a part of that? who (other than urself) do u think has the best chance of winning?
Kajal:
lol @ 'other than myself.' i wrote one or two pieces of microhumor.. but my humor could get cute but it didnt get humorous. the whole lounge knows who deserves to win without doubt
Admin:
the Lounge remains closed for the duration of such contests... don't u think it deprives other members who aren't strong in that area of posting for that duration? do u feel it is fair on them?
Kajal:
i know it does.. I for one was not able to contribute during microhumor.. or even when we were only supposed to write inspiration but I strongly feel it is good once in a while to explore facets which you are not comfortable in... reading and attempting.. and its only a matter of few days..
Admin:
very good. that is a dose of inspiration in itself. thank u :)
Kajal: :)
Admin:
now, shall we move on to rapid fire? choice questions, choose one and tell why! :)
Kajal:
hey rapid fire. hm.. interesting.. ok go on.. :)
Admin:
friendship or love? tick tick... its rapid fire.. no time to think... :P
Kajal:
phew first one is tough, friendship in love..
Admin:
reason? why not love in friendship? can't friends love?
Kajal:
no one should love just for the sake of it.. love is just the initial fire if you have had to keep the flame ablaze, you have to keep it alive with friendship and all that is expected out of a friend.
Admin:
why not love in friendship? surely friends love each other so very much.
Kajal:
they do .. you asked me to choose and at times the hopeless romantic in me takes over.. :)
its just a theoritical choice, practically no one can go on without friends.. all i wanted to say is if you find a true friend in the one you love that's bliss..
Admin:
mush factor mind eh? thats ok... :D ur explanations are quite nice.
Kajal:
thank you admin..
Admin:
next... stephen's poetry or leo's prose?
Kajal:
haahaaaahha you are gonna get me killed.. ok i'd say stephen's poetry because vinu is good in both prose and poetry and attempts it every once in a while but ste writes poetry very cutely with a tint of shyness. i-know-i-cant-write-but-i-am-still-writing-types.. that's why i'd chose ste's poetry.. his poems are so him..very rare but very much like himself..
Admin:
valid point! two near-perfect influences to guide u as u continue ur unknown quest eh?
Kajal:
not two .. only one... the only influence that'll make unknown quest go on
until my understanding of emotions of mine or others' around is alive.. :) and it will remain so..
Admin:
wonderful... my mistake again. apologies. :)
Kajal: :)
Admin:
next... sandeep+ste vs rest of lounge? in humor area.
Kajal:
oh.. sandeep+ste anyday..
Admin:
golu bhondu series against 2ps series?
Kajal:
hahhhaha i will obviously get partial here.. golu bhondu series.. who does one choose between readers' delight and her own dreams? i will choose my dreams..
Admin:
lol.. i see... kan or bhondu?
Kajal:
hahahaaha bhondu :)
Admin:
delhi or chennai? :D and why?
Kajal:
chennai... because this is a metro but not yet a metro.. that's why..
Admin:
own sister or virtual bro? :D :)
Kajal:
hahahaahaahaa virtual bro when I am fighting with my sister.. i want both.. who chooses between siblings.. my virtual bro is as real to me as my sis is.. :)
Admin:
nice... being interviewed by WL Admin or TPS e-paper?
Kajal:
oh WL admin ofcourse.. TPS e-paper is same 25 questions for all bloggers... here its one on one and more real and more personal.. :)
Admin:
wow. ok... nice! :) if Time to Rhyme not with Leo, then who? why?
Kajal:
God! I cant even imagine rhyming with anyone else.. :) after reading Sandeep's attempt at fib probably I could rhyme with him too.. but there cannot be any other time to rhyme with anyone else..
Admin:
i see... :) orkut or facebook? :)
Kajal:
ewwww none.. i have done enough orkutting in life and facebooking both dont make sense to me.
Admin:
but made to choose... which one would u choose? :D
Kajal:
i'd choose orkut.
Admin:
ok. :) blogging or chatting?
Kajal:
blogging and chatting about it.. :P
Admin:
hahaha... ok.. :D nocturnal owl or morning robin? which are u? :)
Kajal:
nocturnal owl.. so much like me. :) dumb and sleepless.. at night..
Admin:
D wow. me too :)
Kajal:
lol
Admin:
novels or textbooks? ps: none or both can be a valid answer for this too :D but justification is necessary :D
Kajal:
lol novels. i hate textbooks! they have nothing to do with how i am.. novels i understand.. coz its about people and their emotions..
Admin:
fiction or non fiction?
Kajal:
non-fiction is its something personal.. . not the non-fiction like how to win, how to become successful..
non-fiction like that puts me off.. then i'd say fiction..
Admin:
ok! :) steamy coffee in the rain, or icecream in the summer? :D
Kajal:
icecream in the rain.. but anything in the rain is fine.. :) i hate summers..
Admin:
what is at the end of a rainbow? :D
Kajal:
its the same thing that is there at the beginning.. it just a play of some lights and some reflection..in the sky after rains.. but for poets it symolises hope. and for me.. too.. :)
Admin:
hindi or tamil?
Kajal:
tamil.. :) i know hindi well. but i want to learn tamil and write poem in it. it is a very sweet language. and when spoken politely its so musical..
Admin:
nice... which is the most romantic language to u?
Kajal:
english :)
Admin:
other than that?
Kajal:
hindi..i dont understand romance in any other language.. if i knew tamil i'd have said tamil without doubt..
Admin:
would a talking dog be better than a talking parrot? :D
Kajal:
yeah, dog is most faithful animal and man's best friend.. if it could talk tooo good.. and a dog can be hugged.. and pampered.. i like them..
Admin:
nice... what u like better? junk food or homemade chaats? :)
Kajal:
junk food. but one cannot do without homemade foood..
Admin:
:) who is better to be with when u r sad... mom or friends?
Kajal:
friends.. coz when I am sad mom gets sad too.. but when the hurt is unbearable i hug her and cry.. and i feel so much better lying in her lap or just hugging her. or sitting in her lap or talking like a kid with her or pulling her cheeks.. i feel better.
Admin:
ok. time for part 3. and final part of long awaited interview... :) are u ready?
Kajal:
:) all set..
Admin:
right. rapid fire continues... Leo or Vinu?
Kajal:
Vinu.. :D Leo he is for the world.. for me he's vinu or Bhaaaaaaaaii :P
Admin:
If Rashi and Asbah wanted to start a series and asked you to name it, what kind of series would they start and what name would u suggest? :)
Kajal:
it will be a beautiful combination of poetry and prose.. My faovorite topic is mush but trust me when they'd do it.. it will be close to reality yet all full of dreams.. It will be a readers' delight!
Admin:
waiting for such a series then! :D hope it comes out soon... next... Romance or Love?
Kajal:
Love.. :) romance gets to be a part of it sooner or later.. at one point of time both of them become inseparable.. but if i'd to choose.. it'd be love..
Admin:
good choice... if you were stranded on an island with a guy, what 3 things would u want with u and why? :P
Kajal:
lol.. i'd need a tape, so that I can shut him up when he talks all non-sense.. i'd take music and turn the volume loud when he doesn't listen to me.. and I'd take a lot of food to it. coz he won't be cookin i am sure..:P
Admin:
wonderful... :) i hope whichever guy ends up stranded gets sensible. u seem to be very dangerous gal :)
Kajal:
lol.. yeah
Admin:
what is the most boring series on the WL...? quizzes can be included too.
Kajal:
chirag is gonna kill me.. the cricket quiz.. but I've told him I am not interested in sports and he is friend and he understands.. :)
Admin:
ok. who designs badges for the contest winners in WL...? :)
Kajal:
I think either Ste or Riversoul (Sid)
Admin:
actually, they both do. :D
Kajal:
yeah as in .. some are made by Ste and some by Sid..
Admin:
good. next... Master/Mistress of Dark Poetry? who's ur pick..
Kajal:
oh.. Master is Mav without doubt.. In girls who writes dark.. umm... I think tweety(shwetha) attempted some.. I really don't know or if I am ignorant... I don't see much of dark poetry coming from female writers at lounge..
Admin:
Thats nice... What about reply poetry...? It is seen a lot on lounge. You seem to be the best at it...
Kajal:
hahahahha I just try.. Mistress is Prats :)and Master is Vinu.. and Mav also writes once in a while and wonderfully so..
Admin:
Ok. Next... Acrostic poetry or Fib poetry... to read which is better?
Kajal:
i like fib more.. lol.. just coz I have tried it a lot.. :) acrostic is good too..but I like fib...more chances of lines going intense and deep in fib..
Admin:
best lesson so far in poetry at lounge?
Kajal:
hehehee fib fib fib.. it gave birth to a series with 25 poems and so many writers contributing to it..
Admin:
top five poets / poetesses in lounge... in an order... other than urself i mean. :)
Kajal:
hhaahaaha dont worry i'd never include myself in the top 5 :) Rash, Asbah, Tweety, Ms R (she is my recent favorite) and Insi in no particular order..
Admin:
and Poets...?
Kajal:
Vinu, Mav, Hashan, Andy and not to forget the Lover Adi..... :)
Admin:
both.. poets and poetesses together... rank 1 to 5.
Kajal:
ok take them in that order.. only thing is Asbah would rank first in anything.. she is just too good! she writes less these days but masterpieces one after another..
Admin:
combined ranking I meant. 1 to 5... not separating guys and gals. answer is must.
Kajal:
combined ranking? like how example?
Admin:
what example? u separated top 5 poetesses and top 5 poets of lounge and told.. i want ur combined top 5 in order of first to fifth :)
Kajal:
oh Vinu and Rash - 1 oops I mean Vinu and Asbah - 1
Mav and Rash - 2
oops I forgot Prats :(
Prats and Hashan - 3
Ms. R and Andy - 4 (very classy they are... )
Adi and Insi - 5 (they are not very active these days .. I love their work)
Admin:
thank u for the rankings :) who'd u give the "best newcomer to lounge award" considering new members joined this month?
Kajal:
oh the new members this month , I'd say Ms R in girls and Pulkit in guys both of made an awesome entry and made their presence felt.
Admin:
good choices... if you were made to delete one of your blogs. ... which would u delete and why?
and u have to choose... its a hypothetical question.. :)
Kajal:
lol it is so difficult.. but then I guess I'd do away with mush factor looking at the amount of mush prevailing in 'an unknown quest' off late. i like the way 'mush factor' looks so it'll stay forever though..
Admin:
ok.. how did you come to rhyme so well in ur poems? natural ability nurtured with consistent writing?
Kajal:
Vinu's pointing out on one of my poems that I should rhyme sometimes.. :) and when I tried I liked it.. and then there was no looking back.. i rhyme mostly.. i meant the rhyming lines.. :)
I have been writing poems since ages now and I dont write unless I feel those emotions intensely.. so may be that's why they turn out that way.
Admin:
how did u come to meet Vinu? ur friendship is quite the strong one now... a blog together.. siblings virtually... immediate liking to each others blogs?
Kajal:
I was following I Rhyme Without Reason from so long.. and then we met through WL..
and he started a few replies to my work..and then there was no looking back.. he is one of the most wonderful people I know..
Admin:
ah... WL makes a lot of friendships... he must be delighted to have met u at WL...
Kajal:
:) i am sure he is.. :P
Admin:
have u met any of ur blog pals?
Kajal:
ah none.. but i guess I will meet them soon.. :) some of them..atleast.. i hope..
Admin:
thats a shame... who'd u want to meet first?
Kajal:
lol.. its no shame.. sometimes it doesn't matter how far one is and meeting ain't that imp and sometimes situations don't permit i'd like to meet asbah and sandeep first.. :)
Admin:
any reasons for those two?
Kajal:
yeah Asbah is the most solved person I have ever met.. she is so mature and I look upto her.. she is my favorite :) and Sandeep because he is my friend philosopher and guide.. :) then ofcourse i'd like to meet Vinu and Sawan and then a lot of other favorite people of mine..
Admin:
its been a long interview... shall we wind up with the Lounge Members Questions?
Kajal:
:) yeah your wish is my command :)
Admin:
if u'd want to continue... i have no issues... but i am sure ur pals will kill me.. for taking u away from chatting so long.. u r very popular after all.
Kajal:
lol its not like that.. we can;t have a very long interview making readers sleep half way through..:)
Admin:
true. let us proceed...
Kajal: yup..
Admin:
Rashi asks "how much of bhondu is true "
Kajal:
bhondu is 100% true and golu is my dream that I am living.. nothing less
:)
Admin:
Arjun asks " which state of being is more inspiring for better poetry?? When in Love or when deprived of
love..??"
Kajal:
I think both .. but deprived of love brings intense poetry.. when in love your poems make one go 'awweeee' but when deprived of it your poems bring in a million thoughts to the reader.. i totally believe in the fact that there are more heartbreaks than successful love stories around us.. and poem has more impact when the reader feels it his own thoughts.. which happens more in case of sad ones..
Admin:
interesting view point! :) thank u. Neha asks "Presume life brings you to a situation where you have to choose between giving up your love or losing a friend, what would you do? Justify your answer. "
Kajal:
I hope I never come into such a situation again.. and instance like these have happened in the past too and I have never been able to choose. both are a major part of us.. how do you choose between your eyes..both are imp for one to see..
Admin:
wow. what comparison... ! :) super. Maverick asks "How do you handle the large amount of your followers and manage to keep them happy?"
Kajal:
oops.. there is nothing like handling or managing.. i am not running a factory.. :) i just write my heart and may be they like what they read.. and all of them mean a lot to me.. and that's about it.. that's what keeps the orchid going..
Admin:
all read ur works... but do all follow ur heart? the depth of what is said...?
Kajal:
all my readers are bloggers themselves.. and they have a very good understanding of emotions..
they understand my work well..
Admin:
ok. understood. :) Anurag asks "How come she writes so much..and how did she manage to get so popular in such a short time "
Kajal:
lol.. i write a lot.. because I think a lot.. and popular is not the right word.. loved is.. i am loved because my readers relate to me in a way or the other.. because I write about us.. we .. our emotions.. our life in simple words.. at the end of the day every human being is sensitive.. some show some do not..
Admin:
yes. u r one of the loved members of lounge alright. glad that u r aboard. :) Jack asks "if she wd hv to write a book on soemthing..wat wd dat she write on..n why"
Kajal:
oh.. book is something too huge for me..! :) but no guesses if ever i write a book it will be no different than how my blog is.. it will be about my unknown quest and my companions in this journey of life..
Admin:
wow. a bestseller soon on the cards then! :)
Kajal:
hhahhhahaha good joke.. :P
Admin:
Aarthi asks "as a moderator of the lounge, what do you feel is going to be the future of the lounge?? any predictions?? Or any dreams...??"
Kajal:
the lounge is at its best now.. contests. creativity. series.. poems.. prose. first attempts.. quizzes..reviews... anything that one can think of.. the lounge gives a good platform to all the newcomers. and i am sure with new talent coming in WL will keep moving further and will keep being a remarkable name in blogsville..
Admin:
interesting... good to have u as a moderator... :)
Kajal:
:)
Admin:
Asbah asks "what would you name ur kids?"
Kajal:
awweeeeeeeeeeeee :) i've not thought of it.. as yet.. :) it'll definitely be something really cute with a nice ring to it.. :)
Admin:
still some idea u must b having.. readers are curious to know. :)
Kajal:
hahhahhahah as of now I can just think of 'pari' :) 'nihaal' hahhaha i dont know.. its a funny question.. :)
Admin:
Asbah asks "what is ur favourite piece of urself".
Kajal:
favorite poem?
Admin:
as in a poem or story that you have written :) yes.
Kajal:
my favorite is 'dont ask any questions' in english and 'jaadugar' in hindi. and fiction ofcourse is golu bhondu. :)
Admin:
nice! :) Charu asks "She writes a variety of things..Poetry-English and hindi..Fiction.. If she has to choose her favourite out of all..what it would be..or what does she thinks she is best at..?"
Kajal:
wow! I started writing hindi poems first. and then english came in.. its very recent that I am liking my comfort with english poems too.. and the way its been accepted i'd go with english poems.. but trust me everything i write has a huge place in my heart. :)
Admin:
Stephen asks "Well people often say ....virtual friends dnt knw each other. ..they communicate with the help of an email id thru chat services and n/w sites.....whats ur take on this concept of virtual friends..heard that ur association with virtual world is higher than tht of real world... .is that true....if its true how does your blog plays and important role in the same....can virtuality converted into reality .. ..i mean friendship....if so how?and seriously...I envy you for few reasons....1)ur reason for 120+ followers 2) 80 + comments in each post3)popularity in blogworld......hw do u manage all this...pls give us few tips.....and hows ur life as admin of WL...how do u manage time for TPO blog,WL and studies...Am I asking too much?"Kajal:
itne saare questions! :Dok ..
stibu is my first friend in the blogworld..
he means a lot to me..
i manage time well because i study less and i blog more.. :P
my life as an admin is nice because I have a strong attachment with WL..
i really don't think popular is the word.. i'd just say some bloggers read me they liked what i read and soon we became friends.. so that's the reason behind TPO being loved..
my virtual friends are as special to me as my real ones.. and when I make a friend i give it my all... for me there is no difference between a real or a virtual friend.
a friend is a friend!
phew!
i guess that answers all the questions..
:)
Admin:
Prats asks " What is your mantra for being happy with yourself".
Kajal:
it is going and standing in the balcony with a cup of cold coffee and allowing cold breeze swish through my hair and touch my face.. trust me no matter in what state of mind i am this brings a smile. i like my company. :)
Admin:
Prats and Leo ask "what would you say has been the most memorable and proudest moment for you in blogging and why?"
Kajal:
it might sound cliched but they day i got my first follower for pink orchid.. i felt so proud and I had a big smile the whole day :)
Admin:
most memorable also is the same? :)
Kajal:
awweeee most memorable is my co-write of golu bhondu with Sandeep it holds a very special place.. :)
Admin:
oh wonderful. :) that does it for ur interview Kajal :) thank u so much, for ur time. and patience...:)
Kajal:
:) thank you so much! it was wonderful talking my heart out. god bless! :)
Admin:
God bless you too.
2Point Someone!! 11
Note- All characters in the story are fictitious. Though we have used some real names, its just intended for fun. So no hard feelings.:) And thanks to all WL members for supporting us throughout.
You can catch the previous parts by clicking on the cartoon on the right hand sidebar of the blog. Enjoy
At Cinemax.
"Yaar Gaurav,yeh kya hua...no movies ..what to do now?," Nik said to his classmate Gaurav.
"Arey what will you do?you would remain Silent soul forever,"Gaurav answered.
"Yeah, you are a Maverick ,so do something,you see silent soul is silent," Nik grinned.
Most of the multiplexes were showing the IPL matches.Gaurav went to the ticket counters and got tickets for the Delhi-Kolkatta match .
"Delhi rocks!!," Nik screamed.
"Dude,I guess I'd seen our Princi Sandeep Balan here, " Nik said.
"Naa man, he must be cheering Delhi in South Africa,thats what Ste told me," Gaurav replied.
Few minutes later the entire class arrive at the theatre to watch the live IPL match.They were accompanied by their Chemistry teacher Nabila.
"Guys!!aaram se!,"the teacher said to her students.
'Every one sat at the allocated seat.The entire theatre was crowded with students and professional geeks.
Delhi Daredevils had won the toss and elected to bat first.
It was Sehwag and Gambir opening the innings for Delhi.
" RJ Anna,when will the movie start?," Vasudha aka Blossomblue asked RJ.
"Movie...and IPL yeah! and don't call me Anna ," RJ hates when girls address him as their big brother.
"You see Shahrukh dancing with those girls,its a movie shoot,"RJ added.
Ste winked at RJ after he said this dialogue.
"Go Chennai, Chennai Superkings you Rock!!,"Aarthi screamed at the top of her voice.
"Madam,this is Delhi-Kolkatta Clash,"Ste updated Aarthi about the match.
"Go Pakistan!Go Shoib Malik!,"Asbah was smiling.
"Its Indian Premier League,where did Pakistan come from!"RJ winked at Asbah.
Ste checked to see what Kajal was doing.She was writing a poem for IPL.
"cities at war,
talents no par,
11knights with full might,
what a wonderful sight,
with us you have taken a fight,
now feel sorry for your plight!!"
She was clearly supporting Delhi Daredevils.
"Oh God!!Arey Gonchu Match dekh and poem baadmein likh,"Ste said to Kajal.
Meanwhile Chirag was noting the scores and runrates on his notebook.
"What you doing ?," Ste asked Chirag
"Tan sir ke liye match updates," he winked.
"The ball went like a rocket....this guy Sehwag really has immense power Greg ."Harsha Bhogle,the commentator said.
At the same time some one was screaming and yelling like mad.The guy was accompanied by a girl and a man of around 24.All three were wearing DelhiDaredevils Jersey.
And of a sudden,the trio turned around.They hugged each other when Sehwag was hitting fours and sixes.It was none other than Sandeep Balan,the Principal of WL school who was accompanied by his girlfriend Richa and his roomie Kings.
"Go Sehwag,meri Jaan,Nawab, Khel ,Hit Sixes," the Principal was screaming. It seemed like three of them were heavily drunk.They replicated the cheerleaders dancing on the stadium.When the cheerleaders danced to the DJ's tune,Sandeep and co used to dance.
"Abhey,Sandeep sir is in India and look he is dancing ,"Ste told to RJ.
"Priyanka fooled us by saying that Sandeep Sir is in South Africa,"RJ replied.
"Sandeep sir ke paas passport bhi nahi hai," Ste winked.
"Look there!he is dancing like a mad,"Ste said.
They both looked from the balcony,but Sandeep Sir couldnt't be seen,although his girlfriend and roomie were dancing.
"Look our principal is rolling on the floor,what exactly is he doing?,"Ste asked RJ.
"Thats Snake dance I guess!," RJ said and started laughing.
By the mean time,someone from behind tenderly touched Ste 's back.
"Mummy!!!!,"Ste screamed.
"Sir,sorry!,"the guy said in a typical foreign accent.
"You scared me man,"Ste said.
"Sir,I'm Vitruvian boy from Bordeax,France and me and my twin sister Ms.R want to join your WL School,"he said to Ste.
"Ok, speak to that tall guy performing snake dance on floor ,"Ste added.
"Merci ,Sir,"The Vitruvian boy said and left to meet the principal who was cheering Delhi.
"Another beautiful coverdrive by Virendra Sehwag and the ball is running towards the fence over the long off boundary for four runs,"Robin Jackman ,the youth commentator said.
At the same time,the Vitruvian boy and his sister Ms.R go to meet the principal.
They both block his view."Abhey ,Angrez ke bachho,hatto yahaa se.... mujhe Sehwag ko dekhne do,"the principal screeched.
"Seeewaaag!!!,"Vitruvian boy exclaimed.
"No,its Sehwag ,the great opening batsmen you see,"Sandeep sir was telling them everything about Sehwag.
"Sir,we both want to join your school,what are the formalities?,"Vitruvian boy asked the principal who was more interested in watching Sehwags game.
"I want your parents to meet me tommorow at school," Sandeep said.
"Sure sir,Vitruvian Man and Vitruvian Lady will meet you tommorow,"Ms R said and smiled.
"Vaise,who told you that I'm the principal of WL school,"the principal asked them.
The Vitruvian boy pointed towards Ste and RJ who were enjoying the match.
"Oh!!my god,you guys go away,I will see you tommorow,"the principal said.
The match finally got over and it was Delhi which was victorious.
It was a bad day for Sandeep.By the time,he reached his home ,he was drenched with sweat.He took bath and off a sudden his roomie Kings called him.
He was watching Headlines Today.
"Mr Sandeep Balan has won the "Sehwag ka sachha fan kaun contest" and he gets a chance to meet Delhi Daredevils Captain Sehwag and a date with the nawab himself," Avantika Singh ,the news reporter said and the channel was showing visuals of Sandeep Balan performing snake dance in the theatre.
"Whatt??," Sandeep and Kings looked at each other and at the same time his phone rang.
"Hello,Sandeep Balan here," sandeep said.
"Sir,I'm Hashan,the spokesperson for the Delhi team and you have got a chance to date Sehwag as you won the"Sehwag ka sachha fan contest"," the caller said.
"What?a date with Virendra Sehwag!," Sandeep remained stunned for a while.
Tobe continued....
You can catch the previous parts by clicking on the cartoon on the right hand sidebar of the blog. Enjoy
At Cinemax.
"Yaar Gaurav,yeh kya hua...no movies ..what to do now?," Nik said to his classmate Gaurav.
"Arey what will you do?you would remain Silent soul forever,"Gaurav answered.
"Yeah, you are a Maverick ,so do something,you see silent soul is silent," Nik grinned.
Most of the multiplexes were showing the IPL matches.Gaurav went to the ticket counters and got tickets for the Delhi-Kolkatta match .
"Delhi rocks!!," Nik screamed.
"Dude,I guess I'd seen our Princi Sandeep Balan here, " Nik said.
"Naa man, he must be cheering Delhi in South Africa,thats what Ste told me," Gaurav replied.
Few minutes later the entire class arrive at the theatre to watch the live IPL match.They were accompanied by their Chemistry teacher Nabila.
"Guys!!aaram se!,"the teacher said to her students.
'Every one sat at the allocated seat.The entire theatre was crowded with students and professional geeks.
Delhi Daredevils had won the toss and elected to bat first.
It was Sehwag and Gambir opening the innings for Delhi.
" RJ Anna,when will the movie start?," Vasudha aka Blossomblue asked RJ.
"Movie...and IPL yeah! and don't call me Anna ," RJ hates when girls address him as their big brother.
"You see Shahrukh dancing with those girls,its a movie shoot,"RJ added.
Ste winked at RJ after he said this dialogue.
"Go Chennai, Chennai Superkings you Rock!!,"Aarthi screamed at the top of her voice.
"Madam,this is Delhi-Kolkatta Clash,"Ste updated Aarthi about the match.
"Go Pakistan!Go Shoib Malik!,"Asbah was smiling.
"Its Indian Premier League,where did Pakistan come from!"RJ winked at Asbah.
Ste checked to see what Kajal was doing.She was writing a poem for IPL."cities at war,
talents no par,
11knights with full might,
what a wonderful sight,
with us you have taken a fight,
now feel sorry for your plight!!"
She was clearly supporting Delhi Daredevils.
"Oh God!!Arey Gonchu Match dekh and poem baadmein likh,"Ste said to Kajal.
Meanwhile Chirag was noting the scores and runrates on his notebook.
"What you doing ?," Ste asked Chirag
"Tan sir ke liye match updates," he winked.
"The ball went like a rocket....this guy Sehwag really has immense power Greg ."Harsha Bhogle,the commentator said.
At the same time some one was screaming and yelling like mad.The guy was accompanied by a girl and a man of around 24.All three were wearing DelhiDaredevils Jersey.
And of a sudden,the trio turned around.They hugged each other when Sehwag was hitting fours and sixes.It was none other than Sandeep Balan,the Principal of WL school who was accompanied by his girlfriend Richa and his roomie Kings.
"Go Sehwag,meri Jaan,Nawab, Khel ,Hit Sixes," the Principal was screaming. It seemed like three of them were heavily drunk.They replicated the cheerleaders dancing on the stadium.When the cheerleaders danced to the DJ's tune,Sandeep and co used to dance.
"Abhey,Sandeep sir is in India and look he is dancing ,"Ste told to RJ.
"Priyanka fooled us by saying that Sandeep Sir is in South Africa,"RJ replied.
"Sandeep sir ke paas passport bhi nahi hai," Ste winked.
"Look there!he is dancing like a mad,"Ste said.
They both looked from the balcony,but Sandeep Sir couldnt't be seen,although his girlfriend and roomie were dancing.
"Look our principal is rolling on the floor,what exactly is he doing?,"Ste asked RJ.
"Thats Snake dance I guess!," RJ said and started laughing.
By the mean time,someone from behind tenderly touched Ste 's back.
"Mummy!!!!,"Ste screamed.
"Sir,sorry!,"the guy said in a typical foreign accent.
"You scared me man,"Ste said.
"Sir,I'm Vitruvian boy from Bordeax,France and me and my twin sister Ms.R want to join your WL School,"he said to Ste.
"Ok, speak to that tall guy performing snake dance on floor ,"Ste added.
"Merci ,Sir,"The Vitruvian boy said and left to meet the principal who was cheering Delhi.
"Another beautiful coverdrive by Virendra Sehwag and the ball is running towards the fence over the long off boundary for four runs,"Robin Jackman ,the youth commentator said.
At the same time,the Vitruvian boy and his sister Ms.R go to meet the principal.
They both block his view."Abhey ,Angrez ke bachho,hatto yahaa se.... mujhe Sehwag ko dekhne do,"the principal screeched.
"Seeewaaag!!!,"Vitruvian boy exclaimed.
"No,its Sehwag ,the great opening batsmen you see,"Sandeep sir was telling them everything about Sehwag.
"Sir,we both want to join your school,what are the formalities?,"Vitruvian boy asked the principal who was more interested in watching Sehwags game.
"I want your parents to meet me tommorow at school," Sandeep said.
"Sure sir,Vitruvian Man and Vitruvian Lady will meet you tommorow,"Ms R said and smiled.
"Vaise,who told you that I'm the principal of WL school,"the principal asked them.
The Vitruvian boy pointed towards Ste and RJ who were enjoying the match.
"Oh!!my god,you guys go away,I will see you tommorow,"the principal said.
The match finally got over and it was Delhi which was victorious.
It was a bad day for Sandeep.By the time,he reached his home ,he was drenched with sweat.He took bath and off a sudden his roomie Kings called him.
He was watching Headlines Today.
"Mr Sandeep Balan has won the "Sehwag ka sachha fan kaun contest" and he gets a chance to meet Delhi Daredevils Captain Sehwag and a date with the nawab himself," Avantika Singh ,the news reporter said and the channel was showing visuals of Sandeep Balan performing snake dance in the theatre.
"Whatt??," Sandeep and Kings looked at each other and at the same time his phone rang.
"Hello,Sandeep Balan here," sandeep said.
"Sir,I'm Hashan,the spokesperson for the Delhi team and you have got a chance to date Sehwag as you won the"Sehwag ka sachha fan contest"," the caller said.
"What?a date with Virendra Sehwag!," Sandeep remained stunned for a while.
Tobe continued....
Tainted Love - II
Continued from : Tainted Love
TAINTED LOVE - II
It was by some A. Steve , written for their college magazine. She never knew Adam writes but why the hell Sam was reading his poetry .. now for what.? she tried Sam's cell-phone number but it was switched off. So she tried her land line number.
' Hello! Good evening Maccery residents ' A female voice greeted her.
' Hey! its Sheila speaking Sam's friend can I talk to her ' sheila introduced herself hoping to catch Sam on phone atleast this time.
' Oh Sheila how are you my child.. Well off course you can talk to her but my child Sam is vexed at the moment, she locked herself in her room since she entered the house after you dropped her. Could you try later please ' Mrs. Maccery was on phone and she answer Sheila in detail.
' Oh its certainly fine Mrs. Maccery I will surely dial later. Have great evening..' Sheila hang up the call, few minutes later she tried Sam's cell phone but it was switched off like before.
So Sheila decide to leave her friend on her own for some time. She curled herself in bed playing a fresh number by Pink Floyd on her music player and started reading a book which she bought couple of days back.
At 6:00 p.m she left her house for a walk and there she saw Albert Loughlin playing football with Adam Steve, she ignored there glare and continued her walk when she felt someone chasing her, she at first snub the presence of someone at her back though the feeling of some was very strong. At a round about she stop herself and turned around where she saw Adam and Albert chasing her. She gave them a nasty look and went closer.
' So.. Why chasing me ' She demanded for an answer.
' Err.. I .. actually I wanted a talk ' Albert get closer while Adam was standing with a smug glow looking all around the ground avoiding an eye - contact with Sheila.
' I don't feel like talking to you ' Sheila answered impolitely.
' But Sheila look.. ' Albert was trying hard to talk to Sheila so she decided why not listen him for once and for all.
' OK! go ahead say what ever you like but better be quick as I have to rush ' Sheila severely said though she knew she was ving very rude but she couldn't help behaving like this while having Adam around.
' You carry on I am coming in a moment ' Adam left them with an awkward silence
' Sure ' Albert said as he saw Adam heading toward Ciara who was dressed in a track suit looking towards him only with big smile on her face, Sheila felt like drubbing Adam for this ..
She without bothered that Albert is standing and wanted to talk left him running back towards the track , with a wild heart beat. How Adam could be so insensitive, how can he forget Sam's love her concern so easily how could he? She deep in her thoughts she jounce with someone badly. She looked up with hand holding her head, pain on her face;
' Hey watch out ! ' It was Sam
' Where have you been I called you your mom told me you are vexed and you locked yourself in room ' Sheila tried to divert Sam's mind
' Yeah.. b.. ' Sam got quite and she stared something When Sheila turned around she saw Adam and Albert coming towards them and slowly she mumbled which ravish Sheila ;
' You know Sheila after my break up with him whenever I came across him, I look at him I remember these lines written by someone...'
Each time i looked in the mirror,
The image of yours opposite mine,
I just cant bear the distance between,
As i want you with me,
And hates the fact,
From this mirror i can see,
But can not touch you,
From this mirror i can see,
But cannot feel you,
Use of this mirror is nothing,
But yes it can show you!
Adam and Albert came closer and Adam said...
To Be Continued...
-illusiOn~
P.S( I am sorry for making this a series but hope you will enjoy it..)
P.S.S( I am bashful on silly and big mistakes of mine hope you will ignore them as i am still learning.. )
TAINTED LOVE - II
It was by some A. Steve , written for their college magazine. She never knew Adam writes but why the hell Sam was reading his poetry .. now for what.? she tried Sam's cell-phone number but it was switched off. So she tried her land line number.
' Hello! Good evening Maccery residents ' A female voice greeted her.
' Hey! its Sheila speaking Sam's friend can I talk to her ' sheila introduced herself hoping to catch Sam on phone atleast this time.
' Oh Sheila how are you my child.. Well off course you can talk to her but my child Sam is vexed at the moment, she locked herself in her room since she entered the house after you dropped her. Could you try later please ' Mrs. Maccery was on phone and she answer Sheila in detail.
' Oh its certainly fine Mrs. Maccery I will surely dial later. Have great evening..' Sheila hang up the call, few minutes later she tried Sam's cell phone but it was switched off like before.
So Sheila decide to leave her friend on her own for some time. She curled herself in bed playing a fresh number by Pink Floyd on her music player and started reading a book which she bought couple of days back.
At 6:00 p.m she left her house for a walk and there she saw Albert Loughlin playing football with Adam Steve, she ignored there glare and continued her walk when she felt someone chasing her, she at first snub the presence of someone at her back though the feeling of some was very strong. At a round about she stop herself and turned around where she saw Adam and Albert chasing her. She gave them a nasty look and went closer.
' So.. Why chasing me ' She demanded for an answer.
' Err.. I .. actually I wanted a talk ' Albert get closer while Adam was standing with a smug glow looking all around the ground avoiding an eye - contact with Sheila.
' I don't feel like talking to you ' Sheila answered impolitely.
' But Sheila look.. ' Albert was trying hard to talk to Sheila so she decided why not listen him for once and for all.
' OK! go ahead say what ever you like but better be quick as I have to rush ' Sheila severely said though she knew she was ving very rude but she couldn't help behaving like this while having Adam around.
' You carry on I am coming in a moment ' Adam left them with an awkward silence
' Sure ' Albert said as he saw Adam heading toward Ciara who was dressed in a track suit looking towards him only with big smile on her face, Sheila felt like drubbing Adam for this ..
She without bothered that Albert is standing and wanted to talk left him running back towards the track , with a wild heart beat. How Adam could be so insensitive, how can he forget Sam's love her concern so easily how could he? She deep in her thoughts she jounce with someone badly. She looked up with hand holding her head, pain on her face;
' Hey watch out ! ' It was Sam
' Where have you been I called you your mom told me you are vexed and you locked yourself in room ' Sheila tried to divert Sam's mind
' Yeah.. b.. ' Sam got quite and she stared something When Sheila turned around she saw Adam and Albert coming towards them and slowly she mumbled which ravish Sheila ;
' You know Sheila after my break up with him whenever I came across him, I look at him I remember these lines written by someone...'
Each time i looked in the mirror,
The image of yours opposite mine,
I just cant bear the distance between,
As i want you with me,
And hates the fact,
From this mirror i can see,
But can not touch you,
From this mirror i can see,
But cannot feel you,
Use of this mirror is nothing,
But yes it can show you!
Adam and Albert came closer and Adam said...
To Be Continued...
-illusiOn~
P.S( I am sorry for making this a series but hope you will enjoy it..)
P.S.S( I am bashful on silly and big mistakes of mine hope you will ignore them as i am still learning.. )
For more visit : illusiOn~
A long walk home.....
From birth, girls in my country are born with the destiny to go to their husband's home after marriage. Parental home is a place where you stay to groom well to settle in your "new home" when time comes. All the years you will hear statements like "when you go to your home...." and all that the girl does is to dream about it ... In your husband's home, you try hard to amke it a heaven with all your efforts but never they call it your home. Your home is still your parent's place, where you were born....
With girls moving out for further studies or employment,they leave the parent's cocoon a lot early these days... I was 17 yrs old when i went to college hostel. Home visits were a monthly affair.A much waited break from the studies and all the new people who suddenly were a part of my life.This routine followed for four years. My cherished dream was to return to home, stay with my mom, play with my siblings and to eat freshly prepared delicacies from my mother's kitchen. I was so happy when i got to live my dream after my graduation. But soon the desire to work and to stand free, took me away from home.Last year, i visited home jsut twice,each time for 10 days. And tomorrow i fly home again. After whole one year .... Home is now another 30 hours away ...
But when you think of each day away from home, Its a long walk ..... provided you have the right to call any place as "Home".
ps: This is a very old post ... written about 7 months back.
With girls moving out for further studies or employment,they leave the parent's cocoon a lot early these days... I was 17 yrs old when i went to college hostel. Home visits were a monthly affair.A much waited break from the studies and all the new people who suddenly were a part of my life.This routine followed for four years. My cherished dream was to return to home, stay with my mom, play with my siblings and to eat freshly prepared delicacies from my mother's kitchen. I was so happy when i got to live my dream after my graduation. But soon the desire to work and to stand free, took me away from home.Last year, i visited home jsut twice,each time for 10 days. And tomorrow i fly home again. After whole one year .... Home is now another 30 hours away ...
But when you think of each day away from home, Its a long walk ..... provided you have the right to call any place as "Home".
ps: This is a very old post ... written about 7 months back.
Sumthing Like Life
"I wish I could go back and live my life again"
"Why do you wish so?"
"I am not happy with where I have landed with life...I have made many mistakes...done many wrongs."
"So, you wish to undo the wrongs?"
"I wish to unmake those mistakes"
"Tell me...did you make those mistakes unknowingly?"
"No...I made most of them knowing very well that they were the wrong things to do."
"What if you make new ones, then? Don't you think it would be better to start afresh from wherever you stand now?"
"Probably...but what about the mess that is already my life?"
"Promise yourself to do the right things from now...nurture your life with love and care...the mess will be unmade, the wounds will heal, they always do."
"But the scars will remain. won't they?"
"The scars will be reminders of the dark times...do not wish to remove them, let them be and carry them with yourself...they will be your strength as well."
And then he woke up from his reverie...as the memories of the conversation came back to him he wondered if it was real. Comitting a mistake again, he lit a cigarette and went out in the dark on an aimless walk.....as whirls of smoke filled his surroundings the strains of an old song came back to him from somewhere afar
"Why do you wish so?"
"I am not happy with where I have landed with life...I have made many mistakes...done many wrongs."
"So, you wish to undo the wrongs?"
"I wish to unmake those mistakes"
"Tell me...did you make those mistakes unknowingly?"
"No...I made most of them knowing very well that they were the wrong things to do."
"What if you make new ones, then? Don't you think it would be better to start afresh from wherever you stand now?"
"Probably...but what about the mess that is already my life?"
"Promise yourself to do the right things from now...nurture your life with love and care...the mess will be unmade, the wounds will heal, they always do."
"But the scars will remain. won't they?"
"The scars will be reminders of the dark times...do not wish to remove them, let them be and carry them with yourself...they will be your strength as well."
And then he woke up from his reverie...as the memories of the conversation came back to him he wondered if it was real. Comitting a mistake again, he lit a cigarette and went out in the dark on an aimless walk.....as whirls of smoke filled his surroundings the strains of an old song came back to him from somewhere afar
"Main Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhaata Chala Gaya
Har Fiqr ko Dhuuen Mein Udaata Chala Gaya"
Har Fiqr ko Dhuuen Mein Udaata Chala Gaya"
P.S---Inspired from here...Just a different take on reactions people have to dreams coz not everyone learns from them.
LOVE-2...!!!
Living to meet you onceonce in the reality of my love
love that i felt in my dreams
Dreams that i wish to love now
Now i feel alone
alone in the world
world that seemed best before
before i know you in the Dream world
World, i may leave one day
Day, before i get to see you, if it is
is the fear i am living in dear
dear, my soul, will it rest in peace
Peace you shall bring to my life
Life long i await for it to find
Find the love, find you and then
then, both of us together i wish to bind...!!!
love that i felt in my dreams
Dreams that i wish to love now
Now i feel alone
alone in the world
world that seemed best before
before i know you in the Dream world
World, i may leave one day
Day, before i get to see you, if it is
is the fear i am living in dear
dear, my soul, will it rest in peace
Peace you shall bring to my life
Life long i await for it to find
Find the love, find you and then
then, both of us together i wish to bind...!!!
LOVE...!!!
Every where around i see you
you are there i feel
feel that brings me joy
joy to me is you, its a deal
Deal we made to live
live forever together in love
Love we shared is a beauty
beauty like the little white dove
Dove, i want to be in your arms
arms where i find the world
world of love that i now own
own the smiles to me you sold
Sold joy i wish to return
return with the season of smiles
smiles that i got from you
you and me, lets travel all the miles
you are there i feel
feel that brings me joy
joy to me is you, its a deal
Deal we made to live
live forever together in love
Love we shared is a beauty
beauty like the little white dove
Dove, i want to be in your arms
arms where i find the world
world of love that i now own
own the smiles to me you sold
Sold joy i wish to return
return with the season of smiles
smiles that i got from you
you and me, lets travel all the miles
By
Yamini Meduri
Yamini Meduri
El Machismo
For a reason as to why I wrote this poem, check this link.
P.S: There were many other things that I could write about on the topic.. but felt it might become boring.
EL MACHISMO
He strikes the hammer on the anvil,
He faces the blast from the furnace with all his will,
He faces the blast from the furnace with all his will,
In the boom of the battle, he stands his ground,
Facing the enemy, inspite his wound.
Facing the enemy, inspite his wound.
Outside the huge manor, he stands,
Eyes wired open,
Into the blackness,
All alone, and lightly armed,
Yet none make amends.
Eyes wired open,
Into the blackness,
All alone, and lightly armed,
Yet none make amends.
Wiping the oil, from his head,
He stands in queue, with others ahead,
For his wages, which he barely saves,
His children's future he paves.
He stands in queue, with others ahead,
For his wages, which he barely saves,
His children's future he paves.
The spanner turns, under your sink,
The debris you threw goes,
Yet, you do the same again, without a shrink.
The stitches in your shoe, he made,
All the while, drenched in the rains,
So that you can wade.
His ambition, yet unsevered,
His goal, yet not distant,
He toils, in the hope of something,
Which we all do,
Love, peace, happiness and a satisfying death.
The debris you threw goes,
Yet, you do the same again, without a shrink.
The stitches in your shoe, he made,
All the while, drenched in the rains,
So that you can wade.
His ambition, yet unsevered,
His goal, yet not distant,
He toils, in the hope of something,
Which we all do,
Love, peace, happiness and a satisfying death.
Loop Poetry
Created by Hellon, loop poetry has unlimited stanzas and no set syllable count. In each stanza the last word of each line becomes the first word of the next with a rhyme scheme of abcb.
Variations:
1. Stanzas, writers choice on the number, no rhyming, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.
2. One long stanza, no limit on number of lines, no rhyming scheme, the last word, first word scheme
is maintained.
3. Couplets mixed with 4 line stanzas, the last word, first word scheme is maintained in the stanzas.
It can also be used in the couplets. Rhyme scheme is ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo.
As :
The last to fall
Fall beneath
Beneath sorrow
Sorrow underneath
Underneath pain
Pain of lost love
Love that I gave
Gave all till now.
by Leo.
Source
Variations:
1. Stanzas, writers choice on the number, no rhyming, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.
2. One long stanza, no limit on number of lines, no rhyming scheme, the last word, first word scheme
is maintained.
3. Couplets mixed with 4 line stanzas, the last word, first word scheme is maintained in the stanzas.
It can also be used in the couplets. Rhyme scheme is ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo.
As :
The last to fall
Fall beneath
Beneath sorrow
Sorrow underneath
Underneath pain
Pain of lost love
Love that I gave
Gave all till now.
by Leo.
Source
Monday Delight - Vinay aka Leo
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The new members who do not know about the concept of Monday Delight kindly read Monday Delight – A WL Interview Series
To make up for the Mondays when Monday Delight was not posted, this Monday we are making it a Double Monday Delight with the sibling duo of The Writers' Lounge. So here we have Vinay aka Leo’s (popularly known as ‘the poetic prince’ of the lounge) interview.
#Kajal aka Pink Orchid’s interview will be posted today some time later.
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Admin:
Hello dear member. are you ready?
Vinay:
oh helloz admin, had a nice day? :P
Admin:
Oh yes it was a good day. so let's start with the interview
Define Vinay in two sententence
Vinay:
hmm.. Vinay is someone who is always looking to improve himself. Someone who is good friend, good son and a good sibling.
Admin:
oh
tell us why do you think you are a good friend?
Vinay:
you should ask my friends that. they will tell you better. i just told u becoz they tell me i am a good friend :)
Admin:
oh I see..
you said you want to keep improving
tell us 3 things you don't have and you want to improve to those things.
Vinay:
you cannot improve on things that you do not have. only if u have something basic can you improve.
:P
Admin:
exactly.. what are three improvements you want to see in yourself..
Vinay:
1. i want to become a better poet. they call me poetry prince but i beg to differ. there is no prince or rhyme god, who cannot improve himself and become better
2. i want to become a better son. there have been expectations put on me by my parents, and some i have not lived upto. i would like to try and change that
3. i want to improve my social skills. sometimes i come across as shy which i am not.
:)
Admin:
wow! you definitely have done some personal analysis. good.
Is Leo different from Vinay? If yes Define leo in two sentences? If not, then why do you blog in the name of Leo?
Vinay:
one minute plz. call...
Admin:
ok
Vinay:
right.
Leo is different from Vinay. Leo is like an alternate aura, who comes on when inspired to write. Leo is someone who is there deep within Vinay, but like a werewolf comes only at the sight of the full moon, Leo comes only when inspired.
as for using Leo as my pen name, the nick was conferred on my by RiverSoul. so I started using that during the countdown to my 100th post celebration.
Admin:
oh ok..
How many blogs do you own, individually?
Vinay:
individually I own 3 blogs.
Admin:
Tell us about each of them?
Vinay:
my blogs are I Rhyme Without Reason, ImPromptu and Conjuring Kreativity.
the first one is my main poems blog, where the inspiration most of the time is found from deep within my heart. the depth is there in the words.
the second one is the prompts blog, where I do poems/stories that are inspired by using prompt blogs.
the third is my non poetic blog, for stories and just random thoughts of mine.
Admin:
since when have you been writing poems
Vinay:
do u mean on my blog specifically? or just at random?
Admin:
at random
even before blogging
Vinay:
I first started writing poetry at the age of seven. that makes it in third standard I guess.
Admin:
what inspired you to write your first poem ever?
Vinay:
a butterfly that hovered past me while I was writing some notes that I had missed when on leave. I forgot the notes and wrote my first poem. four lines if I remember right.
Admin:
wow! so you were such an observant poet since then
very good.
when did you start blogging?
Vinay:
November of 2006... but I was inactive those days. actively started in June 2008.
Admin:
oh and why did you start blogging
Vinay:
the idea of a good friend... he had supported my poetry since fifth grade, so he thought it'd be a wonderful platform to share my poetry...
Admin:
you seem to be having some great friends Vinay
what is the one thing that can make you delete a blog of yours?
Vinay:
thank u. the friend himself blogs.. so he was a support after blogging too.
I'd delete a blog of mine, if I feel its not given enough time by me. rather than keeping it idle, its better to delete it or combine it with another active blog of mine..
Admin:
and in the present situation thinking of the criteria you just mentioned which blog could be deleted?
as in if you had to delete one.
Vinay:
none. all 3 of my current individual blogs are active.
Admin:
yes you have a point.
ok what according to you is the most positive thing about being a poet?
Vinay:
to me the most positive thing is that we can express freely however we want to.
to some it may need structure, depth, format and so, but poetry is about writing from the heart. it can be anything. a simple tribute to a friendship, or an apology to a loved one after making a mistake. when it comes from ur heart, it needn't rhyme also, poetry is positive.
Admin:
an apt answer then what according to you is the negative thing about being a poet?
Vinay:
negative? a poet can make a negative thing positive. if others read "lifeisnowhere" as "life is nowhere" a poet always tries to read it as "life is now here" ... a poem can give a smile during sorrow. then why look at negative things? isn't it better to be optimistic?
Admin:
you seem to be a very optimistic person
Vinay:
i am. when the world around is pessimistic about me, if i am not optimistic, then i don't see any hope left. its better to be optimistic and believe in myself.
Admin:
very inspirational indeed.
Vinay:
thanks :)
Admin:
ok if you had to write a fiction series as co-write.. who would it be with and why?
Vinay:
a fiction series? i'd write it with kajal. i had asked her before itself if she'd want to write with me. she had told yes, but i think she has forgotten. i should remind her. i choose her, because we siblings are on same wavelength usually. her style suits me. so it'd make a good combination. :)
Admin:
we would look forward to a series then.
are you a part of group blogs?
Vinay:
duh. if i wasn't part of the best group blog around (the lounge) i wouldn't be gettin interviewed for MD now would i? ;) :P
Admin:
I meant group blogs apart from WL
:P
Vinay:
yes. i am part of two other group blogs. i used to be part of 3 but i lost one, when i changed my ID.
Admin:
oh..
tell us something about these blogs you are a part of?
are you there Vinay?
Vinay:
1. Time to Rhyme: technically, it is a duet blog. only two of us are there, myself and Callie... we write poems there. together. :) alternate verses on different topics. its going quite good, probably because of our similar styles i guess :)
2. Gateway of India: the group blog relating to India. we are right now 10 in number, and we write anything and everything on India. +ve -ve tourism etc...
I type slow Admin. its difficult to see in dark the keyboard :D
:)
Admin:
why are you seeing the keyboard in dark? lights?
Vinay:
why waste current simply? :P i can manage fine without it...
Admin:
oh you will hurt your eyes.
anyways.when did you join Wl
Vinay:
there is no harm to eyes by reading in dark, thats proven. :D so not much harm blogging in dark either! :D
i don't know the exact date. but it was during the WL Rain Drenched Lounge contest! :)
Admin:
oh ok and how did you come to know of the lounge
Vinay:
i didn't... :) i met Stephen the Solitary Writer first, when he dropped by at my poems blog. later we met on Orkut too. he invited me directly.
Admin:
oh
tell us something about Stephen
Vinay:
i think he can do it better, don't you? :P
Admin:
nope
i am sure you have some opintion about the person who invited you.
to WL
Vinay:
sure i do. :) he's a super writer, who can write both poems and stories... fiction and reality ... in an awesome form. though he considers himself a "not-so-good" poet... his works on lounge have proved him wrong more than enough times. he has a very short fuse and gets upset for the shortest of things... but a fantastic friend who sooner rather than later, gets back to normal and makes up for that loss of temper :)
*smallest of things.
Admin:
ah.. yes he is all that and more
Vinay:
:D
Admin:
coming back to you, -- When do you get more poetic inspirations? Day or night?
Vinay:
depends dear Admin, inspiration can be anything!
the stars or the moon, the clouds in the blue sky,
a drop of dew, or a beautiful little butterfly,
even some words, that strike a chord in the heart,
anything dear Admin, can give a poem a start! :D
Admin:
ah and we have something poetic in the interview itself.
impressive,
Vinay:
whats interview with moi without a bit of poetry? :P it'll make it more personal too i felt so wrote :)
Admin:
ofcourse it did..
:)
Who according to you is the best relation to inspire a poem? Mother, father and lover?
Vinay:
all relations play inspiration in poetry, though for me, Lover used to be the best inspiration.
Admin:
I am sure... a lot of poets would say the same thing.
Vinay:
depends. basically the poem is on the emotion, not the relation :)
Admin:
no i meant most of the poems are dedications too as in the emotions brought to you because of a certain person. Why is the ‘love’ the most attempted topic in fiction and/or poem in the blogsville?
Vinay:
Love is most attempted, because it is in everyone. even the cruelest of hearts will have atleast an ounce of love in it.
Admin:
agreed.. rightly said
Vinay have you made friends virtually through WL or otherwise?
Vinay:
could u please rephrase your question Admin, i am not following your query.
Admin:
All i meant to ask was whether you have made friends in the world of blogs
Vinay:
yes of course. many friends I have made virtually. they form an important part of my life.
Admin:
i am sure they do..tell us about three best friends of yours made virtually
Vinay:
hmm...
raash is my best-est friend virtually... we met on rain drenched contest results day, and we chatted in shoutbox quite a lot that day. then later on Gtalk on the day we became WL moderators.
prats... we have met also, since we stay in same city. v talk a lot, msg 16 hours a day :D quite the party we both have
yamini... yamini is the new member at lounge. a girl with a fierce passion for poetry and a lovely blend of words. she quite willing to learn new styles too, and is quite an acrostic ace :)
i can't say just three, i know that.. but since u specifically asked for three, i stop here :)
ps: i haven't included siblings becoz that is obvious :P
Admin:
very lovely friends must say.
oh ok
You are one of the admins of WL. Do you think all the admins (moderators) are well deserved bloggers? what according to you is the criteria to make someone an admin?
Vinay:
yeah, i am one of the "moderators" :) yeah i guess all are deserved... obviously the founders have to be there, other than that.. Kajal and Raash... they are quite brilliant at what they do. so they deserve to be there! :)
I don't decide who to make Admin. so I'll not comment on criteria thanks. :)
Admin:
hhahhaaha diplomatic answer.
ok
top 3 poets at WL according to you and why?
those particular choices
?
Vinay:
top : Pratsie - the Queen of Poems. she tries a lot of styles and her words take ur breath away.
2nd: Kajal - a good sense of rhyme. writes from the heart. simple language sense.
3rd: Adi aka Lover - he is inactive these days, but his words have depth and a nice feel to it.
Admin:
ah..
poets meant male poets..
so who else apart from Adi and why?
Vinay:
oh? top is Adi then.
2nd: Tan - his works are quite good. takes enthusiasm in learning new styles too.
3rd: Maverick - dark poems are his forte. but he writes anything and everything beautifully.
:)
Admin:
and who is the other top poetess according to you apart from Prats and Kajal?
Vinay:
I'd give it joint to Asbah and Rashi. they both write well, each in their own style, though Asbah is very much inactive these days. hoping she comes back soon though.
Admin:
good choices there Vinay
and top 3 fiction writers according to you ?
Vinay:
Stephen, Sandeep and Insiya
Admin:
and we all know why.. good choices again ..
:)
who according to you is the most promising new comer at WL since the day you have joined?
Vinay: :)
Since the day I have joined? :O thats like 4 to 6 months.. the lounge has had many new comers since then, myself included :)
Newcomer lately the best and most promising, I feel its Ms.R ... i don't know her name though. she writes all sort of posts with enthusiasm....
Admin:
oh so you think since the day you joined WL Ms. R is the most promising new comer.
alright Vinay
Vinay:
a new comer, is someone who has just joined. not who has been there since 5 months. it dont make sense to me :P
Admin:
ok if i rephrase the question to who has been the most impressive lounger/writer at WL who came after you came in. I am sure we have a lot of options for this answer. but you have to choose one and why'd you choose him/her
Vinay:
oh, I'd choose Kajal for sure. the amount of time she spends at the lounge is awesome. not just as a moderator, but as a friend and guide to many. her posts are beautiful. and she honestly comments for others post too.
Admin:
ok your answers keep changing.. looks like you are a very sweet person and love all the newcomers.
Vinay:
sure... they are the future of lounge.. u shd support them :))
Admin:
ofcourse, well said. We have heard you have virtual sibling at WL? Tell us what is this concept of virtual sibling? And who is he/she?
What happened that made you feel he/she could be your virtual sister?
Vinay:
are u sure u don't know who she is? :O hmm... what an admin!!
her name is Kajal, aka the Pink Orchid. Concept of virtual sibling? haha.. no concept as such dear Admin... we felt we knew each other quite well, like siblings. thats all.
besides, she was poetic princess and me the poetic prince acc to WL.. so prince and princess is siblings na
so...
Admin:
hahaha what a description
i am sure you are aware of the irresistible series Vinay, what is your take on it and why didnt we see any contribution from you? You write poems promptly as we all know so did irresistilble not prompt you to attempt some fib
?
Vinay:
Irresistible series saw some of the best poetry at WL... from different writers, in both Fib and Non Fib poems... the pictures used at first was okay, but as it went on, the pictures became more sensual too. so much so that my sister who reads WL was wondering why WL has undergone sudden sensual transformation. I am not good with syllabic poetry, so Fib was not much interesting to me. and sensual isn't my forte either.
:)
Admin:
oh alrgiht.. understandable..
Do you think there are some readers in WL who just write and post but don’t read others and leave a comment? Do you think it is justified? Do you still read such writers who just write but don’t read anyone ever?
Vinay:
hmm...
Admin:
so your answer would be?
are you there?
Vinay:
it is difficult dear Admin...
Admin:
so are you thinking?
Vinay:
with the no. of posts a day on lounge to comment in every post honestly, it takes a lot of time.
not everyone has that much time... so that can be justified i guess.
Admin:
good
understandable point again..but still there are a few writers who dont read anyone just post and leave
you think so?
Vinay:
next question plz admin :P
Admin:
What will u ask if god comes in front of you?
Vinay:
i'd pinch myself first :P then ask him to give me a 100 wishes more :D
Admin:
hahaha
funny
What contest would you like to see on WL next?
Vinay:
i'd like a picture based contest actually... so both poetry and prose can be entered, and separately declare winners in both categories.... common picture for both of course :)
Admin:
must be good
What according to you is successful blogging – more readers or more quality work?
Vinay:
more quality work. its not the quantity of work or comments that matter. because a tercet haiku can convey as much meaning as a 200 word story :)
Admin:
yup
exactly
Is there anyone in your life who you can consinder as a mentor and why?
Vinay:
a mentor?
as a blogger, my mentor would be my friend Nirmal. he is the one who made me start blogging, and his words are also good. he is inactive now though.
i don't have any mentor for poetry in my life. i started out on my own and continued that way.
Admin:
hmm
Have you ever been deeply hurt by an incident at WL? Tell us about it.
Vinay:
yeah i have been hurt. but i cannot tell about it. it is personal, and i'd prefer to keep it that way.
Admin:
we want to knw it
Vinay:
i dont want to tell. and u cannot force me to. next question plz.
Admin:
haww
If you had to change the slogan of WL from ‘we read, we write, we lounge’ to something else what would it be?
Vinay:
i wouldn't change anything about that slogan! it fits perfectly :) i'd suggest "we inspire" as an addition to it, since we are finding many poems/stories inspired by other poems/stories itself :)
Admin:
yes
# What do you think about lounge heroes ‘stepMAN’ and Sandeep Malan.?
Vinay:
i do not know much about either one... i've been following the hype on StepMan, but to hurt someone and start a series was a bit over the top i felt.
goes for Malan series too.
Admin:
hope sandeep and ste are listening this
hahaha
ur take on sandsteism.. ..fight, friendship, brotherly bond..comment on it .
Vinay:
haha.. :D i never knew it had a name... :D
both are best friends, and best friends fight. if that friendship is brotherly, then the fights are more playful than hurtful. they fight, and they make up for that fight soon too. quite a remarkable bond indeed. may it never be separated.
:)
Admin:
:D
ur take on kajal writing happy posts after a series of frowns.....
Vinay:
lolz. my sister has a very active emotional state :) so its not weird to see her writing sad for a while and then writing a happy one. its good to see actually. :) and after the rain comes the rainbow, so after the barrage of sadness, a happy post is just about right :) perfecto :)
Admin:
Tell us about the founders of WL. What do they mean to you individually?
Vinay:
Asbah - the best writer, if she is active. her enthusiasms for haiku are quite good. a great friend to me.
Stephen - the solitary reason for my stay at lounge. the day he leaves, I leave too. a support to my blogging too.
Sandeep - not much known to me. in the little time that i've known him, i've found him to be a fun guy and a good friend.
Admin:
hm
some one word and why answers and you can’t say ‘pass’!
Your favorite blogger and why?
Vinay:
does he/she have to be from WL?
Admin:
no
Vinay:
favorite blogger is Mayank Mediratta, for his expressing of thoughts so beautifully in single sentences.
Admin:
your favorite food and why?
Vinay:
mom's food. becoz its the best.
Admin:
one person in WL you cannot stand?
Vinay:
Chirag... jab uska temper jata hai, to usko bhi nahin pata ki kya keh raha hai.
good guy other than this one setback though.
:)
Admin:
haha
chirag hope u r reading this
Vinay:
he will be dont worry. and he will take it fine i am sure :)
Admin:
One person in WL you don’t know but would want to know more about him/her,?
Vinay:
Ms. R, her posts show quite an insight... and I find that she has a lot of promise as a new comer to WL.
Admin:
one person you’d take out on a date from WL and why?
Vinay:
Raash, because she is my best friend, and we already agreed to meet soon :)
Admin:
who from WL according to you needs to go for an anger control therapy and why?
Vinay:
Stephen. because he gets angry for the smallest of reasons... it takes a while to pacify him though :)
Admin:
angry young man called solitary writer
hahaha
Vinay:
young? :P :D ;)
Admin:
:P
Vinay:
he's very old :P experienced fella.
Admin:
hahaha
experienced in wht sense
Vinay:
writing sense duh... experience can be seen in his words... hence he is famous in bloggerville. :)
Admin:
Do you get irritated by unnecessary or too much of negative criticism?
Vinay:
yes. a simple emphasis on the place where i can improve would be fine. but over pointing of that mistake gets me irritated. because no one is perfect, and all are learning. u cant expect perfection.
welcome back admin :D long time no see. :P
Admin:
ok one person you'd like to bring to WL and why?
Vinay:
hmm... farah yameen. aka think tank. she writes quite well , and would be an asset to WL i feel.
Admin:
oh alright try and bring her in Vinay then.. we are always open to new talent.
Vinay:
will try :)
Admin:
ok now lets go on to the members' questions. shall we?
Vinay:
as u wish.
:)
Admin:
Vitruvian asks- what do you think about E = MC^2
Vinay:
remove the equals and u get a very good storage based company, the top in the world EMC^2 :)
i m going for their certification soon, so thats what pops into head immediately right now.
nice question though Vitruvian.... will think more clearly later and get back to you.
:)
Admin:
Insiya asks- how does Vinay define Leo
chirag asks-why he named himself leo any reason behind this
similar questions
so your answer would be?
Vinay:
i already have answered this question at the start of this interview Insi :) Leo is the aura that comes on when inspiration hits Vinay! :) like a werewolf at the full moon, Leo is during inspired times. :)
reason for Leo is also mentioned at start Chirag. :) its a nickname given to me by RiverSoul. thats all. :)
Admin:
Neha asks- What are the three greatest fears you have in life? And why?
Vinay:
Doc, my greatest fear is losing those who are dear to me, because of something that I said. because of my fault. I can't handle their silence forever, becoz i said somethin that I shouldn't have.
Admin:
three greatest fears Vinay
are there none else?
Vinay:
none compare to this one admin. this is the greatest.
Admin:
Neha's another question - What is the single most significant moment of achievement in your life that you'll always remember and be proud about?
Vinay:
Doc, that moment would be when I stopped a friend from comitting suicide. I cannot reveal the name of course, but he was about to, and I didn't let him to. that is something I am proud of doing.
Admin:
a very proud moment indeed
Asbah asks- how exactly can he write so well, mashallah
2) who does he think will be his love-princess
3) how many kids he wants to have -
4)where do u think yourself in 10 years span
Vinay:
lolz. ..
1. i write so well because i have a great support system in friends. they encourage me point out where i can better myself etc, so i learn with every post. and improve.
2. love princess? hmm.. i don't think that another "love princess" will come considering the love of my life is no longer by my side or anyone elses for that matter.
3. lemme get married first... have to find another princess too u see
4. i'll be 32 years old in 10 years span and still writing at WL
Admin:
very witty answer and sorry for the thing you said about your Love Princess
it was a wonderful experience interviewing you Vinay. Good night and have a nice day tomorrow.
Vinay:
u too admin... u too.
The new members who do not know about the concept of Monday Delight kindly read Monday Delight – A WL Interview Series
To make up for the Mondays when Monday Delight was not posted, this Monday we are making it a Double Monday Delight with the sibling duo of The Writers' Lounge. So here we have Vinay aka Leo’s (popularly known as ‘the poetic prince’ of the lounge) interview.
#Kajal aka Pink Orchid’s interview will be posted today some time later.
________________________________________________________________
Admin:
Hello dear member. are you ready?
Vinay:
oh helloz admin, had a nice day? :P
Admin:
Oh yes it was a good day. so let's start with the interview
Define Vinay in two sententence
Vinay:
hmm.. Vinay is someone who is always looking to improve himself. Someone who is good friend, good son and a good sibling.
Admin:
oh
tell us why do you think you are a good friend?
Vinay:
you should ask my friends that. they will tell you better. i just told u becoz they tell me i am a good friend :)
Admin:
oh I see..
you said you want to keep improving
tell us 3 things you don't have and you want to improve to those things.
Vinay:
you cannot improve on things that you do not have. only if u have something basic can you improve.
:P
Admin:
exactly.. what are three improvements you want to see in yourself..
Vinay:
1. i want to become a better poet. they call me poetry prince but i beg to differ. there is no prince or rhyme god, who cannot improve himself and become better
2. i want to become a better son. there have been expectations put on me by my parents, and some i have not lived upto. i would like to try and change that
3. i want to improve my social skills. sometimes i come across as shy which i am not.
:)
Admin:
wow! you definitely have done some personal analysis. good.
Is Leo different from Vinay? If yes Define leo in two sentences? If not, then why do you blog in the name of Leo?
Vinay:
one minute plz. call...
Admin:
ok
Vinay:
right.
Leo is different from Vinay. Leo is like an alternate aura, who comes on when inspired to write. Leo is someone who is there deep within Vinay, but like a werewolf comes only at the sight of the full moon, Leo comes only when inspired.
as for using Leo as my pen name, the nick was conferred on my by RiverSoul. so I started using that during the countdown to my 100th post celebration.
Admin:
oh ok..
How many blogs do you own, individually?
Vinay:
individually I own 3 blogs.
Admin:
Tell us about each of them?
Vinay:
my blogs are I Rhyme Without Reason, ImPromptu and Conjuring Kreativity.
the first one is my main poems blog, where the inspiration most of the time is found from deep within my heart. the depth is there in the words.
the second one is the prompts blog, where I do poems/stories that are inspired by using prompt blogs.
the third is my non poetic blog, for stories and just random thoughts of mine.
Admin:
since when have you been writing poems
Vinay:
do u mean on my blog specifically? or just at random?
Admin:
at random
even before blogging
Vinay:
I first started writing poetry at the age of seven. that makes it in third standard I guess.
Admin:
what inspired you to write your first poem ever?
Vinay:
a butterfly that hovered past me while I was writing some notes that I had missed when on leave. I forgot the notes and wrote my first poem. four lines if I remember right.
Admin:
wow! so you were such an observant poet since then
very good.
when did you start blogging?
Vinay:
November of 2006... but I was inactive those days. actively started in June 2008.
Admin:
oh and why did you start blogging
Vinay:
the idea of a good friend... he had supported my poetry since fifth grade, so he thought it'd be a wonderful platform to share my poetry...
Admin:
you seem to be having some great friends Vinay
what is the one thing that can make you delete a blog of yours?
Vinay:
thank u. the friend himself blogs.. so he was a support after blogging too.
I'd delete a blog of mine, if I feel its not given enough time by me. rather than keeping it idle, its better to delete it or combine it with another active blog of mine..
Admin:
and in the present situation thinking of the criteria you just mentioned which blog could be deleted?
as in if you had to delete one.
Vinay:
none. all 3 of my current individual blogs are active.
Admin:
yes you have a point.
ok what according to you is the most positive thing about being a poet?
Vinay:
to me the most positive thing is that we can express freely however we want to.
to some it may need structure, depth, format and so, but poetry is about writing from the heart. it can be anything. a simple tribute to a friendship, or an apology to a loved one after making a mistake. when it comes from ur heart, it needn't rhyme also, poetry is positive.
Admin:
an apt answer then what according to you is the negative thing about being a poet?
Vinay:
negative? a poet can make a negative thing positive. if others read "lifeisnowhere" as "life is nowhere" a poet always tries to read it as "life is now here" ... a poem can give a smile during sorrow. then why look at negative things? isn't it better to be optimistic?
Admin:
you seem to be a very optimistic person
Vinay:
i am. when the world around is pessimistic about me, if i am not optimistic, then i don't see any hope left. its better to be optimistic and believe in myself.
Admin:
very inspirational indeed.
Vinay:
thanks :)
Admin:
ok if you had to write a fiction series as co-write.. who would it be with and why?
Vinay:
a fiction series? i'd write it with kajal. i had asked her before itself if she'd want to write with me. she had told yes, but i think she has forgotten. i should remind her. i choose her, because we siblings are on same wavelength usually. her style suits me. so it'd make a good combination. :)
Admin:
we would look forward to a series then.
are you a part of group blogs?
Vinay:
duh. if i wasn't part of the best group blog around (the lounge) i wouldn't be gettin interviewed for MD now would i? ;) :P
Admin:
I meant group blogs apart from WL
:P
Vinay:
yes. i am part of two other group blogs. i used to be part of 3 but i lost one, when i changed my ID.
Admin:
oh..
tell us something about these blogs you are a part of?
are you there Vinay?
Vinay:
1. Time to Rhyme: technically, it is a duet blog. only two of us are there, myself and Callie... we write poems there. together. :) alternate verses on different topics. its going quite good, probably because of our similar styles i guess :)
2. Gateway of India: the group blog relating to India. we are right now 10 in number, and we write anything and everything on India. +ve -ve tourism etc...
I type slow Admin. its difficult to see in dark the keyboard :D
:)
Admin:
why are you seeing the keyboard in dark? lights?
Vinay:
why waste current simply? :P i can manage fine without it...
Admin:
oh you will hurt your eyes.
anyways.when did you join Wl
Vinay:
there is no harm to eyes by reading in dark, thats proven. :D so not much harm blogging in dark either! :D
i don't know the exact date. but it was during the WL Rain Drenched Lounge contest! :)
Admin:
oh ok and how did you come to know of the lounge
Vinay:
i didn't... :) i met Stephen the Solitary Writer first, when he dropped by at my poems blog. later we met on Orkut too. he invited me directly.
Admin:
oh
tell us something about Stephen
Vinay:
i think he can do it better, don't you? :P
Admin:
nope
i am sure you have some opintion about the person who invited you.
to WL
Vinay:
sure i do. :) he's a super writer, who can write both poems and stories... fiction and reality ... in an awesome form. though he considers himself a "not-so-good" poet... his works on lounge have proved him wrong more than enough times. he has a very short fuse and gets upset for the shortest of things... but a fantastic friend who sooner rather than later, gets back to normal and makes up for that loss of temper :)
*smallest of things.
Admin:
ah.. yes he is all that and more
Vinay:
:D
Admin:
coming back to you, -- When do you get more poetic inspirations? Day or night?
Vinay:
depends dear Admin, inspiration can be anything!
the stars or the moon, the clouds in the blue sky,
a drop of dew, or a beautiful little butterfly,
even some words, that strike a chord in the heart,
anything dear Admin, can give a poem a start! :D
Admin:
ah and we have something poetic in the interview itself.
impressive,
Vinay:
whats interview with moi without a bit of poetry? :P it'll make it more personal too i felt so wrote :)
Admin:
ofcourse it did..
:)
Who according to you is the best relation to inspire a poem? Mother, father and lover?
Vinay:
all relations play inspiration in poetry, though for me, Lover used to be the best inspiration.
Admin:
I am sure... a lot of poets would say the same thing.
Vinay:
depends. basically the poem is on the emotion, not the relation :)
Admin:
no i meant most of the poems are dedications too as in the emotions brought to you because of a certain person. Why is the ‘love’ the most attempted topic in fiction and/or poem in the blogsville?
Vinay:
Love is most attempted, because it is in everyone. even the cruelest of hearts will have atleast an ounce of love in it.
Admin:
agreed.. rightly said
Vinay have you made friends virtually through WL or otherwise?
Vinay:
could u please rephrase your question Admin, i am not following your query.
Admin:
All i meant to ask was whether you have made friends in the world of blogs
Vinay:
yes of course. many friends I have made virtually. they form an important part of my life.
Admin:
i am sure they do..tell us about three best friends of yours made virtually
Vinay:
hmm...
raash is my best-est friend virtually... we met on rain drenched contest results day, and we chatted in shoutbox quite a lot that day. then later on Gtalk on the day we became WL moderators.
prats... we have met also, since we stay in same city. v talk a lot, msg 16 hours a day :D quite the party we both have
yamini... yamini is the new member at lounge. a girl with a fierce passion for poetry and a lovely blend of words. she quite willing to learn new styles too, and is quite an acrostic ace :)
i can't say just three, i know that.. but since u specifically asked for three, i stop here :)
ps: i haven't included siblings becoz that is obvious :P
Admin:
very lovely friends must say.
oh ok
You are one of the admins of WL. Do you think all the admins (moderators) are well deserved bloggers? what according to you is the criteria to make someone an admin?
Vinay:
yeah, i am one of the "moderators" :) yeah i guess all are deserved... obviously the founders have to be there, other than that.. Kajal and Raash... they are quite brilliant at what they do. so they deserve to be there! :)
I don't decide who to make Admin. so I'll not comment on criteria thanks. :)
Admin:
hhahhaaha diplomatic answer.
ok
top 3 poets at WL according to you and why?
those particular choices
?
Vinay:
top : Pratsie - the Queen of Poems. she tries a lot of styles and her words take ur breath away.
2nd: Kajal - a good sense of rhyme. writes from the heart. simple language sense.
3rd: Adi aka Lover - he is inactive these days, but his words have depth and a nice feel to it.
Admin:
ah..
poets meant male poets..
so who else apart from Adi and why?
Vinay:
oh? top is Adi then.
2nd: Tan - his works are quite good. takes enthusiasm in learning new styles too.
3rd: Maverick - dark poems are his forte. but he writes anything and everything beautifully.
:)
Admin:
and who is the other top poetess according to you apart from Prats and Kajal?
Vinay:
I'd give it joint to Asbah and Rashi. they both write well, each in their own style, though Asbah is very much inactive these days. hoping she comes back soon though.
Admin:
good choices there Vinay
and top 3 fiction writers according to you ?
Vinay:
Stephen, Sandeep and Insiya
Admin:
and we all know why.. good choices again ..
:)
who according to you is the most promising new comer at WL since the day you have joined?
Vinay: :)
Since the day I have joined? :O thats like 4 to 6 months.. the lounge has had many new comers since then, myself included :)
Newcomer lately the best and most promising, I feel its Ms.R ... i don't know her name though. she writes all sort of posts with enthusiasm....
Admin:
oh so you think since the day you joined WL Ms. R is the most promising new comer.
alright Vinay
Vinay:
a new comer, is someone who has just joined. not who has been there since 5 months. it dont make sense to me :P
Admin:
ok if i rephrase the question to who has been the most impressive lounger/writer at WL who came after you came in. I am sure we have a lot of options for this answer. but you have to choose one and why'd you choose him/her
Vinay:
oh, I'd choose Kajal for sure. the amount of time she spends at the lounge is awesome. not just as a moderator, but as a friend and guide to many. her posts are beautiful. and she honestly comments for others post too.
Admin:
ok your answers keep changing.. looks like you are a very sweet person and love all the newcomers.
Vinay:
sure... they are the future of lounge.. u shd support them :))
Admin:
ofcourse, well said. We have heard you have virtual sibling at WL? Tell us what is this concept of virtual sibling? And who is he/she?
What happened that made you feel he/she could be your virtual sister?
Vinay:
are u sure u don't know who she is? :O hmm... what an admin!!
her name is Kajal, aka the Pink Orchid. Concept of virtual sibling? haha.. no concept as such dear Admin... we felt we knew each other quite well, like siblings. thats all.
besides, she was poetic princess and me the poetic prince acc to WL.. so prince and princess is siblings na
so...
Admin:
hahaha what a description
i am sure you are aware of the irresistible series Vinay, what is your take on it and why didnt we see any contribution from you? You write poems promptly as we all know so did irresistilble not prompt you to attempt some fib
?
Vinay:
Irresistible series saw some of the best poetry at WL... from different writers, in both Fib and Non Fib poems... the pictures used at first was okay, but as it went on, the pictures became more sensual too. so much so that my sister who reads WL was wondering why WL has undergone sudden sensual transformation. I am not good with syllabic poetry, so Fib was not much interesting to me. and sensual isn't my forte either.
:)
Admin:
oh alrgiht.. understandable..
Do you think there are some readers in WL who just write and post but don’t read others and leave a comment? Do you think it is justified? Do you still read such writers who just write but don’t read anyone ever?
Vinay:
hmm...
Admin:
so your answer would be?
are you there?
Vinay:
it is difficult dear Admin...
Admin:
so are you thinking?
Vinay:
with the no. of posts a day on lounge to comment in every post honestly, it takes a lot of time.
not everyone has that much time... so that can be justified i guess.
Admin:
good
understandable point again..but still there are a few writers who dont read anyone just post and leave
you think so?
Vinay:
next question plz admin :P
Admin:
What will u ask if god comes in front of you?
Vinay:
i'd pinch myself first :P then ask him to give me a 100 wishes more :D
Admin:
hahaha
funny
What contest would you like to see on WL next?
Vinay:
i'd like a picture based contest actually... so both poetry and prose can be entered, and separately declare winners in both categories.... common picture for both of course :)
Admin:
must be good
What according to you is successful blogging – more readers or more quality work?
Vinay:
more quality work. its not the quantity of work or comments that matter. because a tercet haiku can convey as much meaning as a 200 word story :)
Admin:
yup
exactly
Is there anyone in your life who you can consinder as a mentor and why?
Vinay:
a mentor?
as a blogger, my mentor would be my friend Nirmal. he is the one who made me start blogging, and his words are also good. he is inactive now though.
i don't have any mentor for poetry in my life. i started out on my own and continued that way.
Admin:
hmm
Have you ever been deeply hurt by an incident at WL? Tell us about it.
Vinay:
yeah i have been hurt. but i cannot tell about it. it is personal, and i'd prefer to keep it that way.
Admin:
we want to knw it
Vinay:
i dont want to tell. and u cannot force me to. next question plz.
Admin:
haww
If you had to change the slogan of WL from ‘we read, we write, we lounge’ to something else what would it be?
Vinay:
i wouldn't change anything about that slogan! it fits perfectly :) i'd suggest "we inspire" as an addition to it, since we are finding many poems/stories inspired by other poems/stories itself :)
Admin:
yes
# What do you think about lounge heroes ‘stepMAN’ and Sandeep Malan.?
Vinay:
i do not know much about either one... i've been following the hype on StepMan, but to hurt someone and start a series was a bit over the top i felt.
goes for Malan series too.
Admin:
hope sandeep and ste are listening this
hahaha
ur take on sandsteism.. ..fight, friendship, brotherly bond..comment on it .
Vinay:
haha.. :D i never knew it had a name... :D
both are best friends, and best friends fight. if that friendship is brotherly, then the fights are more playful than hurtful. they fight, and they make up for that fight soon too. quite a remarkable bond indeed. may it never be separated.
:)
Admin:
:D
ur take on kajal writing happy posts after a series of frowns.....
Vinay:
lolz. my sister has a very active emotional state :) so its not weird to see her writing sad for a while and then writing a happy one. its good to see actually. :) and after the rain comes the rainbow, so after the barrage of sadness, a happy post is just about right :) perfecto :)
Admin:
Tell us about the founders of WL. What do they mean to you individually?
Vinay:
Asbah - the best writer, if she is active. her enthusiasms for haiku are quite good. a great friend to me.
Stephen - the solitary reason for my stay at lounge. the day he leaves, I leave too. a support to my blogging too.
Sandeep - not much known to me. in the little time that i've known him, i've found him to be a fun guy and a good friend.
Admin:
hm
some one word and why answers and you can’t say ‘pass’!
Your favorite blogger and why?
Vinay:
does he/she have to be from WL?
Admin:
no
Vinay:
favorite blogger is Mayank Mediratta, for his expressing of thoughts so beautifully in single sentences.
Admin:
your favorite food and why?
Vinay:
mom's food. becoz its the best.
Admin:
one person in WL you cannot stand?
Vinay:
Chirag... jab uska temper jata hai, to usko bhi nahin pata ki kya keh raha hai.
good guy other than this one setback though.
:)
Admin:
haha
chirag hope u r reading this
Vinay:
he will be dont worry. and he will take it fine i am sure :)
Admin:
One person in WL you don’t know but would want to know more about him/her,?
Vinay:
Ms. R, her posts show quite an insight... and I find that she has a lot of promise as a new comer to WL.
Admin:
one person you’d take out on a date from WL and why?
Vinay:
Raash, because she is my best friend, and we already agreed to meet soon :)
Admin:
who from WL according to you needs to go for an anger control therapy and why?
Vinay:
Stephen. because he gets angry for the smallest of reasons... it takes a while to pacify him though :)
Admin:
angry young man called solitary writer
hahaha
Vinay:
young? :P :D ;)
Admin:
:P
Vinay:
he's very old :P experienced fella.
Admin:
hahaha
experienced in wht sense
Vinay:
writing sense duh... experience can be seen in his words... hence he is famous in bloggerville. :)
Admin:
Do you get irritated by unnecessary or too much of negative criticism?
Vinay:
yes. a simple emphasis on the place where i can improve would be fine. but over pointing of that mistake gets me irritated. because no one is perfect, and all are learning. u cant expect perfection.
welcome back admin :D long time no see. :P
Admin:
ok one person you'd like to bring to WL and why?
Vinay:
hmm... farah yameen. aka think tank. she writes quite well , and would be an asset to WL i feel.
Admin:
oh alright try and bring her in Vinay then.. we are always open to new talent.
Vinay:
will try :)
Admin:
ok now lets go on to the members' questions. shall we?
Vinay:
as u wish.
:)
Admin:
Vitruvian asks- what do you think about E = MC^2
Vinay:
remove the equals and u get a very good storage based company, the top in the world EMC^2 :)
i m going for their certification soon, so thats what pops into head immediately right now.
nice question though Vitruvian.... will think more clearly later and get back to you.
:)
Admin:
Insiya asks- how does Vinay define Leo
chirag asks-why he named himself leo any reason behind this
similar questions
so your answer would be?
Vinay:
i already have answered this question at the start of this interview Insi :) Leo is the aura that comes on when inspiration hits Vinay! :) like a werewolf at the full moon, Leo is during inspired times. :)
reason for Leo is also mentioned at start Chirag. :) its a nickname given to me by RiverSoul. thats all. :)
Admin:
Neha asks- What are the three greatest fears you have in life? And why?
Vinay:
Doc, my greatest fear is losing those who are dear to me, because of something that I said. because of my fault. I can't handle their silence forever, becoz i said somethin that I shouldn't have.
Admin:
three greatest fears Vinay
are there none else?
Vinay:
none compare to this one admin. this is the greatest.
Admin:
Neha's another question - What is the single most significant moment of achievement in your life that you'll always remember and be proud about?
Vinay:
Doc, that moment would be when I stopped a friend from comitting suicide. I cannot reveal the name of course, but he was about to, and I didn't let him to. that is something I am proud of doing.
Admin:
a very proud moment indeed
Asbah asks- how exactly can he write so well, mashallah
2) who does he think will be his love-princess
3) how many kids he wants to have -
4)where do u think yourself in 10 years span
Vinay:
lolz. ..
1. i write so well because i have a great support system in friends. they encourage me point out where i can better myself etc, so i learn with every post. and improve.
2. love princess? hmm.. i don't think that another "love princess" will come considering the love of my life is no longer by my side or anyone elses for that matter.
3. lemme get married first... have to find another princess too u see
4. i'll be 32 years old in 10 years span and still writing at WL
Admin:
very witty answer and sorry for the thing you said about your Love Princess
it was a wonderful experience interviewing you Vinay. Good night and have a nice day tomorrow.
Vinay:
u too admin... u too.
April 26, 2009
Who was she? - 1
She starred! I was hypnotized!
How can someone's eyes be so expressive?
“Hi! Do I know you?” I asked her in a stammering sheepish tone!
“NO! But I know everything about you Pulkit! “ she replied in calm authoritative manner!
In a blink she disappeared in shadows from where she came!
I stood freeze! “Who was she?”
(PS :- THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT ON 55 FICTION also Introducing the label "horror" for the first time @ WL)...
So What If I Am Blind
So What If I am Blind !
I can't see the colours, can't praise them like you can,
I can't jump on floor on beds in happiness like you can,
I can't hug my friends rushing towards them like you can,
As All the time I have to hold a stick, have to note every skip,
So What If I am Blind !
Though you can shout with fear watching movies,
And you can see languid on people's faces,
By attending parties you can easily bewitch people,
This all you can do but there is none what i can,
So What If I am Blind !
If I cant show the flickers in my eyes, So what !
If I even cant see the thundering nights, So what!
If mirth is all by eyes and chant by ears, So what!
I can't feel the pleasure I cant hear the intones, So what!
So What If I am Blind !
If everything, you have to deem and you have to appraise
I relent not easily for what then,
As i heed all for myself, as I am the decreed
I grin always as I feel no shame,
So What If I am Blind !
So What If I cant see the colours, the light,
And its you who sees thunders not the loneliness,
Yes it's you who can see everything but have zilch for feeling it,
And here its me who feels everything but can see nothing..
So What If I am Blind !
-illusiOn~
P.S( Thank you Maveric for the help Love u for this)
My Friend, Philosopher n Guide
He just asked me today that have you written anything on me...i haven’t n its strange because my favourite topic for posts is people i love the most...so here is a dedication to my friend philosopher and guide. The person who introduced me to the beautiful world of blogging and to this amazing place called The Writer’s Lounge.
I met him 3yrs back (not met actually but talked on one of those social networking sites) and my first reaction to him was...what a flirt he is and the typical gunda mawalli with a display pic of the bigdha hua delhi ka ladhka...accepting his friend request was a mistake (not anymore though)
The first thing we talked about was studies (can u bet :P)...n he soon realised he was giving advice to a very wrong person i guess. But still we talked from anything to everything. Coming from the same culture we had similar yet very different issues.
The first time i talked to this guy i was so intrigued by him. There was something in him...may be his simplicity or honesty from day one that drew me towards him.
I was going through my own internal crisis (sorry bhai i lack for a better word here :P) at that time. And he was my rescuer or as i secretly put it, my Mozart. It was amazing that he understood me so well. After all it had been just few months knowing each other and just days since we exchanged numbers. He was a stranger i knew since ages. At least he did. I was a child (u would correct me here i still am :P) and with him it didn’t make me conscious. More honestly i love being the child around him. The sound of when he calls me “baccha” reminds me every time that he is there to take care of me.
With time our bond grew deeper and i didn’t even realise when you started considering me as your sister and it came as a surprise to me. and soon things changed also. From Nikhil it got changed to bhai. I don’t know when but it just did. Seems a long time back.
*SMILE*
In you i found a solace from the world so evil. You showed me the beautiful world around me, gave me the courage to live this life with a smile. You encouraged me to live when i lost all hope to move one. You gave me the reason. You know right now i just am reminded of this song
It’s The reason from Hoobastank
I have found out a reason for me
To change who i used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
Yes the reason was you...and i am glad i changed (yes i have...no matter what u say)
I loved it when you scolded me (hahaha...i am shameless u don’t need to tell me that)...it told me that you cared, that you loved me. No, it wasn’t a parameter to judge your love (i still have to find one for that) but still it was nice. You are one person who accepted me as who i was. You penetrated the wall or as i used to call it my shell so softly that i didn’t even realise it. But i want to thank you today for doing that.
Every pettiest of issue from fights with mom to my classrooms worries...i could share it all with him. Even the silliest of question i could ask him without any hesitation.
I am sorry sweetheart for all those sleepless nights i gave you...for all the frustrations i caused you...you deserved none but for me you were the only one.
And yes, i apologise for not listening to you. I know it hurt you more than it hurt me and i learnt it the hard way but can’t help it...you know how stubborn i am...i guess you know me the best.
His enchanting eyes (i am sure you are smiling now :P...so am I) is a mirror of my soul. When i talk to him it feels i am talking to myself. We often talk about self introspection...my self introspection is done by him.
To surmise my words i would say...like God knows his children the best...the same way Bhai knows me the best.
I wrote this poem long time back for him...
You were the answers to my prayers
Ready to take the pain of my share
Gave me the courage to bear it all
Always there whenever i called.
I never looked around for love
But your friendship was as beautiful as dove
You were the sunshine in the dark
With the voice as soothing as the lark’s.
Removing the insecurities, you taught me to live
You gave me the gift no one ever could give
Loved me more than i can say
I wonder if i could ever repay.
You nurtured me just like a seed
Partly with love, partly with respect,
Protecting me from every weed.
I know this tree will blossom well
Under your protection and affectionate spell
Reinstated my life with childish innocence
Happiness was left no longer a pretence
Brother, you are more precious than the pearl
I hope i don’t lose you in this timely whorl
A person whose words weren’t mere words for me but the truth of my soul...the person whom we know as **The Silent Soul** akka Nikhil akka Nik akka Bhai (just for me :P)
Bhai, thank you for being there with me throughout (i expect the same treatment in the future also :P :D)
May you be bestowed with all the happiness in this world.
I love you...mmmuuuaaaaahhhh.
Your bacchaa
To change who i used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
Yes the reason was you...and i am glad i changed (yes i have...no matter what u say)
I loved it when you scolded me (hahaha...i am shameless u don’t need to tell me that)...it told me that you cared, that you loved me. No, it wasn’t a parameter to judge your love (i still have to find one for that) but still it was nice. You are one person who accepted me as who i was. You penetrated the wall or as i used to call it my shell so softly that i didn’t even realise it. But i want to thank you today for doing that.
Every pettiest of issue from fights with mom to my classrooms worries...i could share it all with him. Even the silliest of question i could ask him without any hesitation.
I am sorry sweetheart for all those sleepless nights i gave you...for all the frustrations i caused you...you deserved none but for me you were the only one.
And yes, i apologise for not listening to you. I know it hurt you more than it hurt me and i learnt it the hard way but can’t help it...you know how stubborn i am...i guess you know me the best.
His enchanting eyes (i am sure you are smiling now :P...so am I) is a mirror of my soul. When i talk to him it feels i am talking to myself. We often talk about self introspection...my self introspection is done by him.
To surmise my words i would say...like God knows his children the best...the same way Bhai knows me the best.
I wrote this poem long time back for him...
You were the answers to my prayers
Ready to take the pain of my share
Gave me the courage to bear it all
Always there whenever i called.
I never looked around for love
But your friendship was as beautiful as dove
You were the sunshine in the dark
With the voice as soothing as the lark’s.
Removing the insecurities, you taught me to live
You gave me the gift no one ever could give
Loved me more than i can say
I wonder if i could ever repay.
You nurtured me just like a seed
Partly with love, partly with respect,
Protecting me from every weed.
I know this tree will blossom well
Under your protection and affectionate spell
Reinstated my life with childish innocence
Happiness was left no longer a pretence
Brother, you are more precious than the pearl
I hope i don’t lose you in this timely whorl
A person whose words weren’t mere words for me but the truth of my soul...the person whom we know as **The Silent Soul** akka Nikhil akka Nik akka Bhai (just for me :P)
Bhai, thank you for being there with me throughout (i expect the same treatment in the future also :P :D)
May you be bestowed with all the happiness in this world.
I love you...mmmuuuaaaaahhhh.
Your bacchaa
PS : oops long post guys...n i still feel i havent written enough
A.T.T.E.N.T.I.O.N
No need to pay too much attention dear friends ... This is just a post to say goodbye to all of you (not farewell da) !!
Prats goes home for a 15 day, much awaited vacation from tuesday 28th April ! So y this post 2 days early, u will ask !! thats 'cause "Prats the lazy" hasnt even started packing or buying gifts for family and friends !!
And so i dnt think i will get much time to blog till i return !! (though i have plans to blog from bangalore airport .. ;) ) and also coz i have to schedule few posts on my blogs too ( can i leave them empty for so long ?? )
And reason for not blogging from home ??
Do u want my mom to beat me up or scream on me for not giving her my FULL Attention ??
So tata dear friends ...
write a lots !!
i might not read all wen i come back .. but u knwo i will try my best
ps : I m going to schedule my posts for monday poetry lessons.. do attempt it !! ok students .. now *nod ur head* ! Good !!
Love ya !!
Will miss ya all !!
*Hugz*
Prats goes home for a 15 day, much awaited vacation from tuesday 28th April ! So y this post 2 days early, u will ask !! thats 'cause "Prats the lazy" hasnt even started packing or buying gifts for family and friends !!
And so i dnt think i will get much time to blog till i return !! (though i have plans to blog from bangalore airport .. ;) ) and also coz i have to schedule few posts on my blogs too ( can i leave them empty for so long ?? )
And reason for not blogging from home ??
Do u want my mom to beat me up or scream on me for not giving her my FULL Attention ??
So tata dear friends ...
write a lots !!
i might not read all wen i come back .. but u knwo i will try my best
ps : I m going to schedule my posts for monday poetry lessons.. do attempt it !! ok students .. now *nod ur head* ! Good !!
Love ya !!
Will miss ya all !!
*Hugz*
Just For Her !
JUST FOR HER !
She was silent,
Silent as if she holds no words with in her,
Imbue in her own pain deep in her thoughts,
Nothing was wrong,
And so nothing was right,
Affably lovely and gorgeous,
She was all for me,
But oblivion I was for her,
I wanted to lag her heart,
And replace it with mine,
If only I could ever get a chance,
Embleming her with me was not only my passion,
But my dream my love for her,
Oh ! Yes but I was wrong,
I never wanted to ail her but i did,
And I was aidos on it,
I loved her and,
I wanted her as she was everything to me,
And I was noone but a zilch for her,
Nothing, nothing at all matters to me,
But just my love,
Love of mine, love for her.
-illusiOn~
For more visit : khayal~
Stressed with Work!
Thinking madly of a thing..
To stop a useful thing being done
Unnecessary Irritation..
Frown and Angry faceAnd stop myself from having fun
..........
Work Stress!!!
If Only ...
I saw his shadow in my dream. I tried to catch him up. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to touch his lips with mine !!
His mesmerising smile melts my heart ! This isn't the first time i tried catching him in my wildest dreams. He is in my dreams almost every time i fall asleep.
I wonder is this really love?? Or just my desire to hold him. Or is this lust?? Is it turning into longing ??
He haunt my memories. I get angry. He doesn't give a damn. He doesn't even care for my existence. A virgin me, A fucker you. I hate you more than any one !!
I know he never even said hello from his heart. I want to delete him from my memories. But the more i try, bloody the more he haunts .
Is dream a fool's paradise??Is dream a fiction?? It might be, for its the only way to see him. I'm tryin to walk away and laugh it off . Nothing feels good now. He never said he loves me. But i assumed he liked me. I gaze at his pic for hours.why don't you take off that pic of yours you bugger !
I hate to sit alone in the dark. I wonder why my eyes are wet. I never wanted to end up writing about him in this way. I always wanted to see him in my dreams..
I never wanted to give it a chance to forget him, no matter if nothin feels good ..
If only, he loved me back, as madly as i did .
If only, he knew how much i love him..
If only, he knew how much i love him..
I don't want to sleep at the ugly nights any more. The full moon is now just a rock of nothingness..The stars look surreal. I like the dim lights. I don't want to burst in anger.. I liked it more when u used to buzz me to chat. It all seems to be a bubble of dream.. I shoot the bubble..
Is this my sincere confession?? Or is this my anger burning.. I might bruise you if i meet you...Go away my dear ! I don't want you to see me collapse..
You were the friend who turned into my beloved and turned into jilt ! I surrender here with silence. This silence will follow me forever. I'm blind to love ,I'm deaf to music, for my fate i know is wicked ! I crush my feelings deliberately , softly ..
WL Cricket Quiz-6
hello friends
iam here again with another cricket quiz
first of all the answers of the last cricket quiz
1.who took first catch in IPL-2?
answer:- mathew hayden
2.who owns the orange cap in IPL-1?
answer:-shaun marsh
3.who is the owner of the chennai super king team?
answer:- india cement
4.who hit first 50 in IPL-2?
answer:- sachin tendulkar
5.who hit winning run for Rajasthan Royal in the last year final?
answer:-sohail tanveer
and the winners are :-
1.Hashan
2.Ste(likhetu)
3.Tan
4.The Virtuvian Boy
congratulations to all the winners
now this week's cricket quiz
aswe all know our great master blaser sachin tendulkar celebrated his 36th b'day on 24th of april 2009
so this week's quiz is based on sachin tendulkar
1.after how many ODI sachin hit his first 100 in ODI?
2.what is the highest score of sachin in ODI?tell the venue and team?
3.fastest 100 in how many balls by sachin in ODI?
4.sachin is the fan of which tennis player in his childhood?
5.tell the venue in this?
send your answers to my mail id(chiragrocks31@gmail.com) last date for sending answers is 2 may till 8PM.
now the badge for the winners:-
iam here again with another cricket quiz
first of all the answers of the last cricket quiz
1.who took first catch in IPL-2?
answer:- mathew hayden
2.who owns the orange cap in IPL-1?
answer:-shaun marsh
3.who is the owner of the chennai super king team?
answer:- india cement
4.who hit first 50 in IPL-2?
answer:- sachin tendulkar
5.who hit winning run for Rajasthan Royal in the last year final?
answer:-sohail tanveer
and the winners are :-
1.Hashan
2.Ste(likhetu)
3.Tan
4.The Virtuvian Boy
congratulations to all the winners
now this week's cricket quiz
aswe all know our great master blaser sachin tendulkar celebrated his 36th b'day on 24th of april 2009
so this week's quiz is based on sachin tendulkar
1.after how many ODI sachin hit his first 100 in ODI?
2.what is the highest score of sachin in ODI?tell the venue and team?
3.fastest 100 in how many balls by sachin in ODI?
4.sachin is the fan of which tennis player in his childhood?
5.tell the venue in this?
send your answers to my mail id(chiragrocks31@gmail.com) last date for sending answers is 2 may till 8PM.
now the badge for the winners:-
Cry....
Cry,
Let,
Your tears,
Flow away and,
Your fears, find a way,
The pain deep inside, so difficult to hide,
Let it flow and evaporate, leaving no signs, of the existence it had,
Let the water run, wash away your scars,
Heal all of your wounds,
Make you strong,
To face,
Life,
Again!!!
Let,
Your tears,
Flow away and,
Your fears, find a way,
The pain deep inside, so difficult to hide,
Let it flow and evaporate, leaving no signs, of the existence it had,
Let the water run, wash away your scars,
Heal all of your wounds,
Make you strong,
To face,
Life,
Again!!!
The phone call !
My first attempt at 55 fiction!!! :P
The phone rang for ages! Finally someone answered.
Hello Spiky! Orangee must be sleeping?
Hello Molly! No, he's gone out.
It means the same..tell him if he doesnt call me tonight,i ll never ever talk again.
Oh! Are you very angry?
No,But I am very serious.
Orangee never called back!
The phone rang for ages! Finally someone answered.
Hello Spiky! Orangee must be sleeping?
Hello Molly! No, he's gone out.
It means the same..tell him if he doesnt call me tonight,i ll never ever talk again.
Oh! Are you very angry?
No,But I am very serious.
Orangee never called back!
Gloomy
Those days of the month are back again
Everything i do is just in vain
Cramps Make me feel gloomy
Little silly things increase my agony
Hating him for no reason
Anger turns my face to red crimson
mood swings and the mental breakdown
Few more days i just have to hold on !
Music is no more soothing
Shopping did no healing
Pain Making me a little weepy
Nights are so damn creepy
Curled up in my bed, i know there is no escape
I just wish, these five days i could skip
It feels like its gonna go on and on
Few more days i just have to hold on
He came home pretty proud of me
Shell shocked when he looked at me
I yelled I hate you !
Its all happening cuz of you
But i still love being a girl
I embrace my femininity with a big smile
I know Its the fault of hormone
Few more days i just have to hold on !
April 25, 2009
Another meeting
After 3 months of planning, 3 wake up calls and still being 2 hrs late, i finally met Leo aka Vinay aka vinnu aka rhyme master !!!
And fatefully i met my soul sis Meena aka winnie too. We three had a gala time at pizza corner where i later came to know, Vinay was busy looking at the girls on the neighbour table :D !!
After lunch, me and vinay did book shopping for me and then settled in Coffee World.Vinay enjoyed his cold coffee but my trial - Coffee beer was actually bitter and terrible... i should e given an award to still have it !! ;)
So with smiles, shares and wishes for cares we parted !!
It was great meeting you dude !
And fatefully i met my soul sis Meena aka winnie too. We three had a gala time at pizza corner where i later came to know, Vinay was busy looking at the girls on the neighbour table :D !!
After lunch, me and vinay did book shopping for me and then settled in Coffee World.Vinay enjoyed his cold coffee but my trial - Coffee beer was actually bitter and terrible... i should e given an award to still have it !! ;)
So with smiles, shares and wishes for cares we parted !!
It was great meeting you dude !
Love prejudiced
Scene III
Read previous scenes here
MOM: Savi aunty had sent us this rishta. Kundli bhi mil rahi hai.
ME: Ok.
MOM: She asked me when do you want to come and see the girl. How is day after tomorrow for you?
ME:Do you know how much of an embarassement that is? More so to that girl?
MOM:Now dont use the girl as a ruse. This is a tradition followed since our forefather's time and there is nothing to be embarassing about it. Why are you so close minded about all this?
ME:Really? Call choti, lets ask her how'd she'd feel if you were to tell her someone was coming to 'check her out' and that too infront of everyone!
MOM:Dont be so dismissive about it. Are you saying you dont want to see how the girl looks? Or are you philosophizing on how looks dont matter? We know the girl and the family so it is not like...
ME: Ma, Im supposed to look at the girl once, speak to her for about 5 mins in full public view & decide if I want to spend the rest of my life with her. If thats not chauvanism, what is?
MOM:Have you met someone? Does love have a name? Is she of our faith & language?
MOM:Have you met someone? Does love have a name? Is she of our faith & language?
ME:Ma! Does love have a faith and langauge? Anyway, I need not have had this discussion if love did have a name. I couldn't woo, so I guess I have to come to terms with this.
MOM: Ill cross the faith and language bridge if I come to it. But your forgetting that this is about love and not about it being arranged or accidental.
ME: Not accidental Ma, spontaneous. Otherwise how do I know it will work?
MOM:Did the young in our generation not fall in love? No cellphones, no emails and no hangouts even in public places. It didn't matter. Two eyes met and from then on it was a commitment to make it work, not the otherway round. We sought no promise, we needed none. It was plain and simple. I don't deny we have our prejudices son, but you sure have your own set of warps don't you?
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Dilemma!
**Boy ,Girl
"hey Jaana,tumhe nahi pata how much I love you"
"Love , Isn't that friendship"
"No, it isn't.Why should it be friendship , dear?"
"Hymph! is it?"
"yes,other day I liked the way you smiled at me"
"Oh, did I ?"
"I love you, Jan," "Don't you get bored of saying things you don't mean?"
"Mean..I mean each and every word of it"
"I wonder you are a pro in flirting, Don't you get tired and bored of flirting"
"When my heart spits my thoughts,emotions and feelings,you call me a flirt"
"well,thats what you are doing to me"
"I'm sorry,but I didn 't mean it the flirt way"
"Sorry for what?,"
"What is love according to you ?"
"Well,it is something which shows you dreams and crushes you"
"why would you dream and why should it get crushed?"
"Suppose a girl is flirting with a guy and the guy takes everything seriously and thinks that she genuinely loves him and what would happen to the guy if the girl leaves him one day?won't he get hurt"
"perhaps it would hurt"
"Thats why I believe not to say anything I don't mean"
"Oh!"
"Flirting breaks heart,breaks trust and hurts,and I prefer destiny"
"If people have to be together ,they will be even if they hate each other and viceversa"
"Umm!"
" I am a girl who gets mesmerized from a small smile,I'm afraid of losing myself.A small smile means love to me,I don't want to lose myself"
"Well and I'm the kind of guy who will make people laugh for no reason in middle of sorrows and frown ,and burst out laughing in a silent hall in front of you.I hope to bring smile in your face."
"I'm already happy and smiling as you see my face "
"But..."
"No but ,you are always my best friend and trust me we both will be friends forever and at any instance I don't want to lose you"
"Sweet of you,thanks"
They both hug each other
"hey Jaana,tumhe nahi pata how much I love you"
"Love , Isn't that friendship"
"No, it isn't.Why should it be friendship , dear?"
"Hymph! is it?"
"yes,other day I liked the way you smiled at me"
"Oh, did I ?"
"I love you, Jan," "Don't you get bored of saying things you don't mean?"
"Mean..I mean each and every word of it"
"I wonder you are a pro in flirting, Don't you get tired and bored of flirting"
"When my heart spits my thoughts,emotions and feelings,you call me a flirt"
"well,thats what you are doing to me"
"I'm sorry,but I didn 't mean it the flirt way"
"Sorry for what?,"
"What is love according to you ?"
"Well,it is something which shows you dreams and crushes you"
"why would you dream and why should it get crushed?"
"Suppose a girl is flirting with a guy and the guy takes everything seriously and thinks that she genuinely loves him and what would happen to the guy if the girl leaves him one day?won't he get hurt"
"perhaps it would hurt"
"Thats why I believe not to say anything I don't mean"
"Oh!"
"Flirting breaks heart,breaks trust and hurts,and I prefer destiny"
"If people have to be together ,they will be even if they hate each other and viceversa"
"Umm!"
" I am a girl who gets mesmerized from a small smile,I'm afraid of losing myself.A small smile means love to me,I don't want to lose myself"
"Well and I'm the kind of guy who will make people laugh for no reason in middle of sorrows and frown ,and burst out laughing in a silent hall in front of you.I hope to bring smile in your face."
"I'm already happy and smiling as you see my face "
"But..."
"No but ,you are always my best friend and trust me we both will be friends forever and at any instance I don't want to lose you"
"Sweet of you,thanks"
They both hug each other
Conquering Fear!
The Birds gave sounds to their first chirps and with it the cold breeze blew giving a warm soothing feeling.
And here was the rising of the first rays of the sun. The sun gave wings to the lights to welcome a full born morning.
As the first rays of the sun entered the windows of the room, the beauty was as its magnificent spell and with it the alarm clock went “Triiiiiiiiingg” and there went her hand on it. It was just 6 am and she said to herself …. “o man I can still sleep…..”
It was one of the most important mornings of her life. It was the beginning of a new era and a day to conquer all her obstacles. Apart from the new aura of her new life what was most important was the importance of the conquering the hidden. The hidden fear which she hasn’t been able to conquer all these years. It was her first all importance presentation.
Presentations shouldn’t be a big deal for a girl like her. But then still was big for her. This wasn’t really her first presentation as she did give some back in school and college and yet it was her first. She wasn’t always the first to give ever…..she somehow had this strange stage fright of the public which prevented her from taking the lead even though she was the best. And being the centre of attention just gives her the worse goose bumps and raises her anxiety levels to the highest possible limits. So every presentation was really her first.
And this presentation was no different. She was the best still even as a manager. The whole project was hers. She knew everything about it and she was so sure about the ideas. The only thing between her and the contract was the presentation to convince her foreign delegates. And that was the worst for her. She still didn’t know how to bring that anxiety level down.
So in this all important morning, her dreamland wanted her to sleep another hour and before she realized it was already 8 am.
“Gosh how will I revise…I m so dead” ….she got up all frizzled up and rushed to her bathroom.
She was already feeling so late and before she knew there was this another fear waiting to be conquered by her….The ooo so beautiful LIZARD
Gosh what a great start…… “Maaaaaaaama”…..was all she could shout…….
And there she realizes that it’s too early for her family to be awake…..
Gosh am I to fizzle with her alone…“NOOO” shouted she again.
So she got hold of a long stick and a battle like fight with that ugly lizard ensued.
And then after 20 minutes…the stupid lizard finally had her way and moved out of her lovely bathroom ….
“Sigh!”, was all she could have had at the moment.
So after wasting so much time …she managed to find time and get ready fast speed and rush of!
Luckily…due to a clear traffic she did managed reaching before time…….and sat there all tensed and bewildered……she got hold of her notes and went through and people started pouring
And before she knew it was the all important time.
THE PRESENTATION TIME.
She was sweating in and out. She was all prepared but not ready.
There was like 200 people sitting all around she had to face and she had no idea how.
“Gosh I m going to fail…..the contract is gone …..my job is lost……” These were the thoughts revolving in her mind
Before she could be more lost…she decided no I can’t fail and took a deep breath……She has to handle it someday ……she can’t be a failure any more in life
And before she knew her M.D. called for her to give forth the presentation.
She went there….adjusted her laptop….her slides were all prim and proper
And then the moment came….to face her audience……she looked up and revolved her eyes all around…..
“ Gosh how will I do this”, wondered a tensed she.
And then her M.D. called … “Start”
She was feeling so dead …..She took a sip of water again…..
And ….suddenly what came of her and she closed her eyes once before she started….
And………"Just remember one thing forever….You are the Best”…He had told her this one thing some years ago. He wasn’t part of her any longer but still he was part of his soul…..and that soul was still her strength!
And before she knew she opened her eyes and there she begins.........
And rest is history……
The presentation was the best in the history of her company.
They not only got the contract but some great offers for her in store.
She got the incentives and the promotions but what she got the best was a winner …a winner in conquering her age old fear!
This was the best day she could have asked and she came back home all jumping……
But there still remained something to conquer...
So there was a new guest in her room now………..her bathroom lizard
But now she was no more afraid…..she pulled it by its tail and there it was thrown out of the house
She had conquered all her fears and she was the True Winner
And here was the rising of the first rays of the sun. The sun gave wings to the lights to welcome a full born morning.
As the first rays of the sun entered the windows of the room, the beauty was as its magnificent spell and with it the alarm clock went “Triiiiiiiiingg” and there went her hand on it. It was just 6 am and she said to herself …. “o man I can still sleep…..”
It was one of the most important mornings of her life. It was the beginning of a new era and a day to conquer all her obstacles. Apart from the new aura of her new life what was most important was the importance of the conquering the hidden. The hidden fear which she hasn’t been able to conquer all these years. It was her first all importance presentation.
Presentations shouldn’t be a big deal for a girl like her. But then still was big for her. This wasn’t really her first presentation as she did give some back in school and college and yet it was her first. She wasn’t always the first to give ever…..she somehow had this strange stage fright of the public which prevented her from taking the lead even though she was the best. And being the centre of attention just gives her the worse goose bumps and raises her anxiety levels to the highest possible limits. So every presentation was really her first.
And this presentation was no different. She was the best still even as a manager. The whole project was hers. She knew everything about it and she was so sure about the ideas. The only thing between her and the contract was the presentation to convince her foreign delegates. And that was the worst for her. She still didn’t know how to bring that anxiety level down.
So in this all important morning, her dreamland wanted her to sleep another hour and before she realized it was already 8 am.
“Gosh how will I revise…I m so dead” ….she got up all frizzled up and rushed to her bathroom.
She was already feeling so late and before she knew there was this another fear waiting to be conquered by her….The ooo so beautiful LIZARD
Gosh what a great start…… “Maaaaaaaama”…..was all she could shout…….
And there she realizes that it’s too early for her family to be awake…..
Gosh am I to fizzle with her alone…“NOOO” shouted she again.
So she got hold of a long stick and a battle like fight with that ugly lizard ensued.
And then after 20 minutes…the stupid lizard finally had her way and moved out of her lovely bathroom ….
“Sigh!”, was all she could have had at the moment.
So after wasting so much time …she managed to find time and get ready fast speed and rush of!
Luckily…due to a clear traffic she did managed reaching before time…….and sat there all tensed and bewildered……she got hold of her notes and went through and people started pouring
And before she knew it was the all important time.
THE PRESENTATION TIME.
She was sweating in and out. She was all prepared but not ready.
There was like 200 people sitting all around she had to face and she had no idea how.
“Gosh I m going to fail…..the contract is gone …..my job is lost……” These were the thoughts revolving in her mind
Before she could be more lost…she decided no I can’t fail and took a deep breath……She has to handle it someday ……she can’t be a failure any more in life
And before she knew her M.D. called for her to give forth the presentation.
She went there….adjusted her laptop….her slides were all prim and proper
And then the moment came….to face her audience……she looked up and revolved her eyes all around…..
“ Gosh how will I do this”, wondered a tensed she.
And then her M.D. called … “Start”
She was feeling so dead …..She took a sip of water again…..
And ….suddenly what came of her and she closed her eyes once before she started….
And………"Just remember one thing forever….You are the Best”…He had told her this one thing some years ago. He wasn’t part of her any longer but still he was part of his soul…..and that soul was still her strength!
And before she knew she opened her eyes and there she begins.........
And rest is history……
The presentation was the best in the history of her company.
They not only got the contract but some great offers for her in store.
She got the incentives and the promotions but what she got the best was a winner …a winner in conquering her age old fear!
This was the best day she could have asked and she came back home all jumping……
But there still remained something to conquer...
So there was a new guest in her room now………..her bathroom lizard
But now she was no more afraid…..she pulled it by its tail and there it was thrown out of the houseShe had conquered all her fears and she was the True Winner
Fear is what is a part of us
Fear is what is within us
Fear is unknown
Yet is very much own
Fear brings us down
Fear threaten us down
And fear is the mental block
Conquering this block is ultimate
It raises and elevates us to the highest
And there comes out the real Winner!
Fear is what is within us
Fear is unknown
Yet is very much own
Fear brings us down
Fear threaten us down
And fear is the mental block
Conquering this block is ultimate
It raises and elevates us to the highest
And there comes out the real Winner!
crossposted@My Personal Blog
WAIT FOR YOUR NEXT SHOT! MISSED OPPORTUNITY IS NOT THE END!
life is too short to spend time in grief for the opportunities that you miss, for the goals that you fail to score, for the sixes that you miss hitting at the right moment. This is a bigger game than what you think it to be.
Have you ever seen a football match, the striker while running with the ball towards the goal post is simultaneously concentrating on his ball possession, the defenders approaching him or running with him and has one eye on where the goalkeeper is placed, he has to finish the ball in the back of the net and hence he too has to keep in mind the directions in accordance with the corners of the goal post. He runs and sweats, he kicks the ball with utmost accuracy that he can but not always he scores a goal, at times he gets the shot saved by goalkeeper and many times he misses the goal totally with a poor direction kick! This is it! Shot is missed! What happens next? He stops! NO! He makes a “what the hell!” expression on his face, then watches the ball again and runs back towards the center of field with even greater effort. Back to the wait for the same run again. Again waiting for his next shot!
This is how life is! The winners always focus on the very next opportunity coming their ways while losers spend ages talking about where they missed it! Regretting and crying! I just want to ask how worth is it? I mean you scored a zero in a cricket innings, there is always a next match! You fail in an examination, then too you will give some other one, some other time, the game is not over, you still have your next shot awaiting. It is how you approach towards your next shot that makes a difference.
One can say that i am foolishly optimistic but i guess somewhere down the line Japanese too would have thought that way after the atomic bomb blasts to make a tremendous comeback. One can never be a loser or a winner in eternity, winning is nothing but actually the habit of staying focused at every next shot of yours, and losing is mostly missing the first shot and then due to its sadness, missing the remaining ones that follow.
Patience is the name of the game! If its summers, winters are not behind. After every day there is a night. You missed your train, some other will follow. You dropped a catch, there will be another one in the air soon. You forgot to do something, do it punctually the next time. All winners learn from their own mistakes, they always make the next shot right even if they miss the previous one! They very well know that after you think everything is over, tomorrow is yet to come! Hit the bull's eye this time! This is your shot!
regardsPULKIT
(More of Such articles ... )
(PS : - CROSS POSTED - POETIC CRIES OF INTERPERSONEL EXPRESSIONS)(FOLLOW -ME)
2 Point Someone!! 10 - ( Back with a Bang!!)
Note- All characters in the story are fictitious. Though we have used some real names, its just intended for fun. So no hard feelings.:) And thanks to all WL members for supporting us throughout.
You can catch the previous parts by clicking on the cartoon on the right hand sidebar of the blog. Enjoy
"May I come in Sir," Ashrita entered the class with the help of a walking stick.
"Omg!!Ashh!!you are here," Everyone looked at her and were delighted to see her back in their class.
"Ashrita beta, aap itne din kahaa the," Tan sir asked with some curiosity.
"Nahi , guruji, dharasal hum apne yahaa ke gutter mein gir gaye the aur hamara pair thoodh gaya"Ashrita grimaced.
"Some one help her please," hindi Professor Tan asked his favourite student Chirag to help Ashrita.
Tan sir as usual was teaching Hindi grammar to the class.Ste and RJ were listening to Radiomirchi.Chirag was jotting down important points on his Sundaram notebook.Anurag was sketching nice mermaids and disney cartoon characters on his notebook.Akansha,Aarthi,Nan and Asbah were playing antakshari.
"Aa se gaaa.....Artz," Akansha whispered on Aarthi's ears.
Aarthi thought for a while and sang"Agar mein kahuun...."
Prats was busy preparing notes for Riversouls Sir. Kajal,the poetry girl was writing poems for her Pink Orchid blog.
Everyone was doing their own work and Chirag was the only one attentive in class.
"Achha,Sangya ke prakar batao( tell me the different types of Nouns)," Tan sir asked RJ.
And of a sudden everyone stopped their work and they looked at RJ.
"Saar,...." RJ didn't knew the answer.
RJ looked at Chirag,but Chirag was looking at his books.He soon gave him a threatening look.
"Chirag ke bachhe tell me what are different types of Sangya?" RJ 's eyes turned red.
"RJ bhaii,naaraz mat ho .. i will tell you," Chirag told him the answer.
"Vyakti vachak sangya (Proper Noun) ,Jati vachak sangya (Common Noun),Bhav vachak sangya (Abstract Noun),Samudaay vachak sangya (Collective Noun) and Dravya vachak sangya (Material Noun)," Chirag uttered slowly.
" Good, now explain me everything you told now," Tan sir was confident that RJ knew everything.
"Sir,I just know the names,I will learn from Chirag ," RJ winked.
"Abhey" Ste muttered.
And the bell rang.
"Thank you sir," the class bid bye to Tan sir.
Priyanka entered the class as soon as she saw Tan sir leaving the corridors.
"Prii,where were you?"Ste and RJ asked her in unison.
"Guys ,I am the co ordinator for Sandeep sirs acting school," She said and distributed the pamphlets to the entire class.
"Heard that Sandeep sir is now in SouthAfrica cheering for Mumbai Indians,is it true?" Ste asked Priyanka.
"Yes.no..yes...I mean no" Priyanka mumbled.
"Uh Huh!" RJ grimaced.
"I mean he is in South Africa,but cheering for Delhi Daredevils and not Mumbai Indians,"she grinned.
"Oh ho!! a Mallu cheering for Delhi,thats the spirit man,"Ste smiled at RJ.
"Good morning Madam..." the entire class wished their new professor.
"By the way,I'm your Chemistry teacher and I'm Nabila and you guys can call me Nabs,"the new professor said.
"Hey Nabs,how are you?," Ashrita winked at her new chemistry teacher.
"I'm good dear,between I'm happy that you called me Nabs,"the teacher smiled.
Meanwhile a tall slim girl with a water bottle on her hand entered the class.
"May I come in madam, " she said.
" Yes dear,come in," the teacher smiled.
She introduced herself as Vasudha ."You can call me BlossomBlue if you want"she added.
"What a nick,sirjee!" Ste and RJ smiled at Vasudha.
She had 3 golden teeth just liked Riversouls sir who had 7.Everyone believed that she was Riversouls sirs daughter.
"By the way,I'm Riversouls sirs niece," she nictated her eyes.
"I wondered so,the girl with 3 gold teeth," RJ laughed.
"Friends ,since this is our first lecture I would like to know you guys,"Professor Nabila said.
Every one introduced themselves.
"Kajal Singh here,"Kajal said and "Pink Orchiddddddddddd....," everyone started screaming.
"Ashrita,the satans very own darling here," Ashrita introduced herself.
"Ste,here,"Ste said and "WL Jokerr !!!" everyone screamed.
Even RJ was screaming."Huh"Ste sat down.
"Arjun aka RJ here,the dream boy of this class,"RJ tried to impress Nabila madam.
"Since this is our first lecture,tell me what can we do?,"Professor Nabila asked the class.
"Mam ,lets write a Fib poem," Kajal said.
"No, lets revise Hindi grammar taught by Tan sir" Chirag removed his hindi note book.
"Chup kar be," everyone scolded him.
"Mam,lets go for a movie,"RJ and Ste said .
"Wow!!and what if our Princi Sandeep Balan gets hold of us,"the teached smiled.
"Mam,he is in South Africa dancing with the cheerleaders for Delhi Daredevils,"RJ said.
"What about the movie tickets?,"the professor was confused.
"No worries,Nik and Gaurav will take care of it ,"Ste told.
"Fine and yes are Nik and Gaurav from our class,"the teacher asked Ste.
"Yes," he said and the entire class left for Cinemax movie theatre where Nik and Gaurav were waiting for them with the tickets.
( To be Continued...)
You can catch the previous parts by clicking on the cartoon on the right hand sidebar of the blog. Enjoy
"May I come in Sir," Ashrita entered the class with the help of a walking stick.
"Omg!!Ashh!!you are here," Everyone looked at her and were delighted to see her back in their class.
"Ashrita beta, aap itne din kahaa the," Tan sir asked with some curiosity.
"Nahi , guruji, dharasal hum apne yahaa ke gutter mein gir gaye the aur hamara pair thoodh gaya"Ashrita grimaced.
"Some one help her please," hindi Professor Tan asked his favourite student Chirag to help Ashrita.
Tan sir as usual was teaching Hindi grammar to the class.Ste and RJ were listening to Radiomirchi.Chirag was jotting down important points on his Sundaram notebook.Anurag was sketching nice mermaids and disney cartoon characters on his notebook.Akansha,Aarthi,Nan and Asbah were playing antakshari.
"Aa se gaaa.....Artz," Akansha whispered on Aarthi's ears.
Aarthi thought for a while and sang"Agar mein kahuun...."
Prats was busy preparing notes for Riversouls Sir. Kajal,the poetry girl was writing poems for her Pink Orchid blog.
Everyone was doing their own work and Chirag was the only one attentive in class.
"Achha,Sangya ke prakar batao( tell me the different types of Nouns)," Tan sir asked RJ.
And of a sudden everyone stopped their work and they looked at RJ.
"Saar,...." RJ didn't knew the answer.
RJ looked at Chirag,but Chirag was looking at his books.He soon gave him a threatening look.
"Chirag ke bachhe tell me what are different types of Sangya?" RJ 's eyes turned red.
"RJ bhaii,naaraz mat ho .. i will tell you," Chirag told him the answer.
"Vyakti vachak sangya (Proper Noun) ,Jati vachak sangya (Common Noun),Bhav vachak sangya (Abstract Noun),Samudaay vachak sangya (Collective Noun) and Dravya vachak sangya (Material Noun)," Chirag uttered slowly.
" Good, now explain me everything you told now," Tan sir was confident that RJ knew everything.
"Sir,I just know the names,I will learn from Chirag ," RJ winked.
"Abhey" Ste muttered.
And the bell rang.
"Thank you sir," the class bid bye to Tan sir.
Priyanka entered the class as soon as she saw Tan sir leaving the corridors.
"Prii,where were you?"Ste and RJ asked her in unison.
"Guys ,I am the co ordinator for Sandeep sirs acting school," She said and distributed the pamphlets to the entire class.
"Heard that Sandeep sir is now in SouthAfrica cheering for Mumbai Indians,is it true?" Ste asked Priyanka.
"Yes.no..yes...I mean no" Priyanka mumbled.
"Uh Huh!" RJ grimaced.
"I mean he is in South Africa,but cheering for Delhi Daredevils and not Mumbai Indians,"she grinned.
"Oh ho!! a Mallu cheering for Delhi,thats the spirit man,"Ste smiled at RJ.
"Good morning Madam..." the entire class wished their new professor.
"By the way,I'm your Chemistry teacher and I'm Nabila and you guys can call me Nabs,"the new professor said.
"Hey Nabs,how are you?," Ashrita winked at her new chemistry teacher.
"I'm good dear,between I'm happy that you called me Nabs,"the teacher smiled.
Meanwhile a tall slim girl with a water bottle on her hand entered the class.
"May I come in madam, " she said.
" Yes dear,come in," the teacher smiled.
She introduced herself as Vasudha ."You can call me BlossomBlue if you want"she added.
"What a nick,sirjee!" Ste and RJ smiled at Vasudha.
She had 3 golden teeth just liked Riversouls sir who had 7.Everyone believed that she was Riversouls sirs daughter.
"By the way,I'm Riversouls sirs niece," she nictated her eyes.
"I wondered so,the girl with 3 gold teeth," RJ laughed.
"Friends ,since this is our first lecture I would like to know you guys,"Professor Nabila said.
Every one introduced themselves.
"Kajal Singh here,"Kajal said and "Pink Orchiddddddddddd....," everyone started screaming.
"Ashrita,the satans very own darling here," Ashrita introduced herself.
"Ste,here,"Ste said and "WL Jokerr !!!" everyone screamed.
Even RJ was screaming."Huh"Ste sat down.
"Arjun aka RJ here,the dream boy of this class,"RJ tried to impress Nabila madam.
"Since this is our first lecture,tell me what can we do?,"Professor Nabila asked the class.
"Mam ,lets write a Fib poem," Kajal said.
"No, lets revise Hindi grammar taught by Tan sir" Chirag removed his hindi note book.
"Chup kar be," everyone scolded him.
"Mam,lets go for a movie,"RJ and Ste said .
"Wow!!and what if our Princi Sandeep Balan gets hold of us,"the teached smiled.
"Mam,he is in South Africa dancing with the cheerleaders for Delhi Daredevils,"RJ said.
"What about the movie tickets?,"the professor was confused.
"No worries,Nik and Gaurav will take care of it ,"Ste told.
"Fine and yes are Nik and Gaurav from our class,"the teacher asked Ste.
"Yes," he said and the entire class left for Cinemax movie theatre where Nik and Gaurav were waiting for them with the tickets.
( To be Continued...)
The Writers of 2POINT SOMEONE would like to thank Writers Lounge for providing them the"Excellence Award" in "Youth Centric story" category
The "Status Message" obsession!!
A new kinda craze has taken over everyone [including ME] nowadays.
---> Getting new status messages and showing it off to everyone through internet messengers,social networking sites and blogging sites has been the latest trend in the virtual world.
Everyone keeps friends updated about the events taking place in their lives through status messages.
For Example :-
And so on and on and on and on and on.................
{Click to enlarge}
The other kinds of status messages found in virtual world are the motivational quotes,funny one-liners.
Many many quotations from various other subjects can also be noticed.
Sentimental broken heart quotes are the best status messages[According to me]in the world of internet.
Status messages also sometimes indicate the relationship status.
:)
And there had been an incident published in the newspaper :-
A guy had written his status message on some messenger -
Somehow,his x-gf happened to sign in and she also changed her status message to :-
Conclusion derived is :- Status messages can lead to break-ups.
However,they can also lead to the beginning of a new relationship.
For instance :-
A new turn came in the life of the girl who had written this as her status message.
:D
Other than these,there is sarcasm also with implied meaning.
You can check out my status messages for that when you're free[that is if you're in my messenger list].
:D
I'm not going to write any of those here.It's my most precious collection.
:)
People write the links of their blogs,the web-sites they own,the links of their organization etc...........
All kinds of status messages can be observed in this large world of virtual reality.
To end this article,I'm reminded of a very profoundly sarcastic status message of mine :-
A friend of mine asked me to modify it as :-
However,the main point is most of these status messages are "copied-pasted".
Very very few status messages are self-written.
If you've read my post "Real kind of an illusion-love" ,
a friend of mine copied the first sentence of this post and wrote it as the status message on a social networking site.
The worst part is people take our words for granted & don't even ask for permission to use it.
lol
----Sarcasm unveiled----
Reposted from :- My blog! - here.
:)
---> Getting new status messages and showing it off to everyone through internet messengers,social networking sites and blogging sites has been the latest trend in the virtual world.
Everyone keeps friends updated about the events taking place in their lives through status messages.
For Example :-
"Exams approaching".
"Busy with studies".
"Won the runner-up prize in 'X' competition".
"Going to USA".
"Received a job offer at 'so & so' place".
"Secured admission in ..... field"
And so on and on and on and on and on.................
{Click to enlarge}
The other kinds of status messages found in virtual world are the motivational quotes,funny one-liners.
Many many quotations from various other subjects can also be noticed.
Sentimental broken heart quotes are the best status messages[According to me]in the world of internet.
Status messages also sometimes indicate the relationship status.
:)
And there had been an incident published in the newspaper :-
A guy had written his status message on some messenger -
"Found a new girlfriend".
Somehow,his x-gf happened to sign in and she also changed her status message to :-
"If you're foolish enough to let me go,I'm smart enough to find a new one".
Conclusion derived is :- Status messages can lead to break-ups.
However,they can also lead to the beginning of a new relationship.
For instance :-
"I must be a good liar if you think I want to be just friends".
A new turn came in the life of the girl who had written this as her status message.
:D
Other than these,there is sarcasm also with implied meaning.
You can check out my status messages for that when you're free[that is if you're in my messenger list].
:D
I'm not going to write any of those here.It's my most precious collection.
:)
People write the links of their blogs,the web-sites they own,the links of their organization etc...........
All kinds of status messages can be observed in this large world of virtual reality.
To end this article,I'm reminded of a very profoundly sarcastic status message of mine :-
"Don't cry thinking that it's all over,smile 'cause it happened".
A friend of mine asked me to modify it as :-
"Don't cry 'cause it's not over,Smile 'cause lot more to come......."!!
However,the main point is most of these status messages are "copied-pasted".
Very very few status messages are self-written.
If you've read my post "Real kind of an illusion-love" ,
a friend of mine copied the first sentence of this post and wrote it as the status message on a social networking site.
The worst part is people take our words for granted & don't even ask for permission to use it.
lol
Reposted from :- My blog! - here.
:)
Mother (A Dedication)
I fight with you almost everyday....but i still love you a lot mom...its a gift from god i treasure the most...thanks for being there...i am sure i havent done justice to what beautiful person a mother is but i wanted to write....i tried kan...
PS: also at my blog http://thehope-life.blogspot.com/
Did god know what he created?
A soul so pure and untainted
Limits to whose love were unknown
Was it always there or with time had it grown?
Bearing the pain with a twinkle in the eye
Her eyes are numb whenever I cry
Buried in her lap, all worries drown
Her loving smile obscures my frown
She calls me her little angel
The one she molded with her love and care
Gave me the wings to fly and dare
Waves came and made me shudder
But she stood by me as an impregnable pillar
Her love so pure and beautiful divine
Gave me her all but didn’t even whine
Took away my pain with every embrace
When my thoughts went limp
She was the one with a ready stash
I never question the presence of God
Because in her I see the almighty Lord
PS: also at my blog http://thehope-life.blogspot.com/
मेरे प्यारे बच्चो
A reply to Hashan's poem :-Main Kabhi Kehta Nahi, Par!!
सूरज सा तेज़ है तुममे ,
चाँद सा हैं शीतल मन हैं तुम्हारा ,
खुश रहो तुम हमेशा ,
ओ प्यारे बच्चो ये कहती हैं तुम्हारी माँ ।
जब गूंजी थी तुम्हारी किलकारी आँगन में ,
खुशियों से भर गया था मेरा आँचल ,
तुम्हारा वो रोना तुम्हारा वो हँसना ,
वो घुटनों के बल चलना ,
वो तुतलाती हुई मीठी सी आवाज़ तुम्हारी ,
जिसे सुनाने को रहती थी बेकरार तुम्हारी माँ ।
वो पहली बार तुम्हारा स्कूल जाना ,
वो मेरी आँखों मै उस वक्त आंसुओ का आना ,
वो तुम्हारी पसंद की चीजे टिफिन मै रखना ,
तुम्हारी हर ख्वाहिश को पुरा करना
तुम्हारी खुशी में ही मेरी खुशी प्यारे बच्चो ।
जब -जब आई है तुम्हे कोई परेशानी ,
जब- जब बहा है तुम्हारी आँखों से पानी ,
तब- तब अपनी साड़ी से पोछा है तुम्हारे आंसुओ को मैंने ,
तुम्हारे हर गम को अपना गम समझा हैं मैंने ।
मेरे लिए तुम मेरी जान हो बच्चो ,
न भूलना मुझे कभी इतना ध्यान हो बच्चो ,
बचपन से जवानी तक संभाला हैं तुम्हे ,
जीने का हर अंदाज़ सिखाया और दुनिया की हर बुरी नज़र से बचाया है तुम्हे ।
अभी भी बाजुओ में मेरे दम बहुत हैं ,
पर अब मुझे तुम्हारे सहारे की जरुरत हैं
पर अब मुझे तुम्हारे सहारे की जरुरत हैं
पर अब मुझे तुम्हारे सहारे की जरुरत हैं ...........
(Now transliteration)
suraj sa tez hai tumame ,
chand saa hain sheetal man hain tumhara ,
khush raho tum hamesha ,
o pyare baccho ye kahti hain tumhari maa ।
jab gunji thi tumhari kilkari aangan main ,
khushiyo se bhar gaya tha mera aanchal ,
tumhara vo rona tumhara vo hasna ,
vo ghutano ke bal chalna ,
vo tutlati hui meethi si aawaz tumhari ,
jise sunane ko rahti thi bekarar tumhari maa ।
vo pahli baar tumhara school jaana ,
vo meri aankho me us waqt aansuo ka aana ,
vo tumhari pasand ki cheeze teefin me rakhna ,
tumhari har khwahish ko pura karna
tumhari khushi me hi meri khushi pyare baccho ।
jab -jab aayi hai tumahe koi pareshani ,
jab- jab baha hai tumhari aankho se paani ,
tab- tab apani saadi se pocha hai tumhare aansuo ko maine ,
tumhare har gam ko apana gam samjha hain maine ।
mere liye tum meri jaan ho baccho ,
na bhulna mujhe kabhi itna dhyan ho baccho ,
bachpan se jawani tak sambhala hain tumhae ,
jeene ka har andaazsikhaya aur duniya ki har buri nazar se bachaya hai tumahe
abhi bhi baajuo me mere dam bahut hain ,
par ab mujhe tumhare sahare ki jarurat hain
par ab mujhe tumhare sahare ki jarurat hain....
सूरज सा तेज़ है तुममे ,
चाँद सा हैं शीतल मन हैं तुम्हारा ,
खुश रहो तुम हमेशा ,
ओ प्यारे बच्चो ये कहती हैं तुम्हारी माँ ।
जब गूंजी थी तुम्हारी किलकारी आँगन में ,
खुशियों से भर गया था मेरा आँचल ,
तुम्हारा वो रोना तुम्हारा वो हँसना ,
वो घुटनों के बल चलना ,
वो तुतलाती हुई मीठी सी आवाज़ तुम्हारी ,
जिसे सुनाने को रहती थी बेकरार तुम्हारी माँ ।
वो पहली बार तुम्हारा स्कूल जाना ,
वो मेरी आँखों मै उस वक्त आंसुओ का आना ,
वो तुम्हारी पसंद की चीजे टिफिन मै रखना ,
तुम्हारी हर ख्वाहिश को पुरा करना
तुम्हारी खुशी में ही मेरी खुशी प्यारे बच्चो ।
जब -जब आई है तुम्हे कोई परेशानी ,
जब- जब बहा है तुम्हारी आँखों से पानी ,
तब- तब अपनी साड़ी से पोछा है तुम्हारे आंसुओ को मैंने ,
तुम्हारे हर गम को अपना गम समझा हैं मैंने ।
मेरे लिए तुम मेरी जान हो बच्चो ,
न भूलना मुझे कभी इतना ध्यान हो बच्चो ,
बचपन से जवानी तक संभाला हैं तुम्हे ,
जीने का हर अंदाज़ सिखाया और दुनिया की हर बुरी नज़र से बचाया है तुम्हे ।
अभी भी बाजुओ में मेरे दम बहुत हैं ,
पर अब मुझे तुम्हारे सहारे की जरुरत हैं
पर अब मुझे तुम्हारे सहारे की जरुरत हैं
पर अब मुझे तुम्हारे सहारे की जरुरत हैं ...........
(Now transliteration)
suraj sa tez hai tumame ,
chand saa hain sheetal man hain tumhara ,
khush raho tum hamesha ,
o pyare baccho ye kahti hain tumhari maa ।
jab gunji thi tumhari kilkari aangan main ,
khushiyo se bhar gaya tha mera aanchal ,
tumhara vo rona tumhara vo hasna ,
vo ghutano ke bal chalna ,
vo tutlati hui meethi si aawaz tumhari ,
jise sunane ko rahti thi bekarar tumhari maa ।
vo pahli baar tumhara school jaana ,
vo meri aankho me us waqt aansuo ka aana ,
vo tumhari pasand ki cheeze teefin me rakhna ,
tumhari har khwahish ko pura karna
tumhari khushi me hi meri khushi pyare baccho ।
jab -jab aayi hai tumahe koi pareshani ,
jab- jab baha hai tumhari aankho se paani ,
tab- tab apani saadi se pocha hai tumhare aansuo ko maine ,
tumhare har gam ko apana gam samjha hain maine ।
mere liye tum meri jaan ho baccho ,
na bhulna mujhe kabhi itna dhyan ho baccho ,
bachpan se jawani tak sambhala hain tumhae ,
jeene ka har andaazsikhaya aur duniya ki har buri nazar se bachaya hai tumahe
abhi bhi baajuo me mere dam bahut hain ,
par ab mujhe tumhare sahare ki jarurat hain
par ab mujhe tumhare sahare ki jarurat hain....
Blackboard's tale
I am black in color and I am not ashamed of it. In fact, I am quite proud of it. I have always found black to be “beautiful”. It’s like serenity and style packaged into one. I have been stuck here all my existence. Ever since I have glanced upon this world, it’s been while being nailed up here. I quite like it here actually for most part of light but it’s really that time I enjoy the most when everything around me embraces my color. The world is such a peaceful and silent place @ that moment. I seem to be far, far away from the sounds of chitter and chatter which I have to endure during the day.
Talking of the day, as much I despise it, it actually is not such a bad time pass for me. Of course, it’s not peaceful as the night but it’s an interesting change. Yes, I do have to endure the biggest irritant in this world to me, those white colored half-sticks which I have hate-named as “obnoxious gnomes”. I call them irritant coz they are not worthy enough of being called an enemy but trust me when I say this, I hate them like hell. These gnomes seem to have a divine right to scratch my body and make ugly marks on my smooth exterior. Yes, they are temporary marks but still I hate to look ugly even for a moment. I take absolute pleasure in the fact that these sticks get decimated and lose their existence in the process of creating these marks on me which I think is nature’s revenge for me. But they seem to reproduce exponentially. As soon as one of these loses its existence and becomes white granules, another comes up to take its place. They are a disdainful lot who deserve the utmost contempt from my exalted existence. They have colored cousins too who are only different in color to them. When it comes to their ability of scarring me, they are just as willing.
Giving these gnomes very tough competition for the dishonor of being called the “biggest irritant” are those two-footed, clothed animals which keep me company during most part of the day. The only reason they get booted to the 2nd position is because of a great service they offer me of which I will give a detailed explanation later. These hypocrites talk of equality and liberty in my presence, of caste and color having no importance, yet they have so ungracefully named me after the color of my exterior…*racists, all of them*…Coming back to these two footed animals, they are divided into two classes namely….1) those who sit with their backs to me who I have named “Maam-sir” and 2) those who sit with their faces to me who I have named “Boydent n Girldent”.
The ones who sit with their backs to me seldom sit actually. Most of the time they are a willing partner-in-crime to those gnomes in scratching my body and in addition to this crime they keep touching me with those tentacles of theirs…*perverts*…. However, I allow them this only coz they unknowingly offer me the thing which I crave for most but as I said “I’ll come back to that later”.
The ones who sit with their faces to me are far greater in quantity and much more interesting qualitatively. Of them I despise those the most who keep staring @ me unblinking with those two circular sockets at the top of their structures….*voyeurs*…. While their number is thankfully less, the act is despicable @ the least. The others however are far more entertaining. Some of them are amusing to the very core. From making all sorts of funny faces to sticking out a slimy parabolic structure from their mouth, from hurling objects @ each other to sometimes sticking their middle tentacle in the direction of the Maam-sirs, they do it all. Of course, they do this mostly when the Maam-sirs are busy scratching me but that’s besides the point. Some of the boydents keep staring @ the girldents and vice-versa….not that am feeling jealous here but are they more beautiful than me??? Neither are they as black as me nor do they have half as smooth an exterior as I have, but probably they are happy with staring @ less beautiful stuff. One reason that I like Boydents and Girldents is coz they sometimes engage in a sort of a game which gives infinite pleasure to me. I have named this game “Gnome-hurl”. Basically, in this game, the boydents and girldents hurl the “gnome” all over taking target practice @ each other. Ohhh!!! I tell you, its pure ecstasy seeing that irritant get thrown about @ will. My joy is unbridled when the gnome gets broken from its midriff…*poetic justice*…the least that it deserves in my view.
Let me now tell you about that great service which the two-footed animal offers to me. Unknowingly, they act as the linkage between me and my beloved. They are the unassuming facilitators of my love story. They are the ones who make my meeting with my beloved possible. The gnomes scratch me, the animals grope me but it’s my beloved who removes the scars. The “Scratch-remover” is what I have love-named him. I exist just to feel its touch on myself. When it comes in contact with me, not only does it remove my scars and scratches, but it completes me. Its touch is smooth and pleasant yet at the same time electric. My nights are never complete without it’s longing invading my thoughts. I endure those marks on my body only because they are the precursor to my rendezvous with my beloved.
That, in a nutshell, is my story.
P.S....This blackboard has had the fortunate/unfortunate honour of being stuck in an engineering classroom....hence "the middle tentacle showing" part...no offence meant to classrooms in general.
P.P.S. Newest member of the Lounge I suppose...will be writing exclusively for this place for sure...but I start with reposting one of my earliest entries on my personal blog...coz it's weekend n this is one of my fav posts ever...C ya!!!
P.P.S. Newest member of the Lounge I suppose...will be writing exclusively for this place for sure...but I start with reposting one of my earliest entries on my personal blog...coz it's weekend n this is one of my fav posts ever...C ya!!!
Past Memories.......
In the past I was your life..
Why remove your past from life??
In the past I was your future,
You were my Love and I was your's...
Now??
When V Met! - 3..
**All characters are imaginary
Continued from When V Met -2
"Hey! What happened Saya?," my eyes nictated.
"How was the 3rd priest murdered?You know?," She was curious to know the mystery.It seems her friend Hansika gave her the book with few pages torn.
"No Sorry,I'm not a novel guy ," I said
"Jeet,did I disturb you?," She smiled.
"Not at all," I rubbed my eyes once again.
She thought for a while and spoke something strange about a stranger and trust me it was really something interesting.
'I suggest you read Kajal Singh 's blog ," she said to me.
It made me wonder why she said this,although I told her that I was not interested in writing.
"She writes well and the way she presents her life through her articles are amazing ,she is the pink orchid you see," she added.
I asked her if Kajal Singh was a writer .Later on she told me that she was a management student and a prolific writer who was allset to publish her book.She logged into her laptop and opened Kajal Singh's blog. I was asked to read few articles of her. I was simply amazed at the way she expressed her thoughts and frown.But ,the last few post of hers were amazing ,a happy article and I admit that she is a gem of a writer.
"Isn't she amazing?"she asked me.
"Oh yeah! but these blog stuffs bore me," I replied.
"I am her fan and I want to meet her in person," she said.
"Yeah ,then say my hi to her whenever you meet her ," I said.
The train halted at Indore .An announcement was made that the train will remain stationary at Indore Junction for around 20 min .We both got down and hunted for fruit stalls.
"Bhaiiyaa, grapes kitne mein denge," she purchased a kg of grapes.
'Ahh! let it be I will pay," I handed over the 50 Rs note to the shopkeeper.
I asked her to go inside the train and I went to buy few bisleri bottles.
The train unexpectedly started moving 10 minutes early. It almost left. Saya scanned through the entire S3 compartment in search of me.She got upset and worried for once.I was watching her from the neighbours seat.She got up to pull the emergency chain.
"Hey! Stop re!," I asked her to stop her act of pulling the chain.
"Glad that you are here ," she asserted .
"You missed me,is it?," I asked her casually.
"Umm! could say,"she winked.
We got into a casual conversation for a while.
"What is Life?,"I asked her.
"Life is a mixture of good and bad experiences life all abt experiencing, living and moving forward with them, you see,"She smiled.
"What happens when you go through the rough patches of life?," I asked her
" You learn through life ,they are the tests needed to move forward..they r the best teachers and what else you could do," she added
I was impressed with her replies and it was then I realized that it was a side effect of reading Kajal Singh's blog.During this chat,we forgot the time and later on we realized that we spoke for more than 3 hours and the train reached Vadodra at 4 pm . We were told that due to a technical problem the train will halt at Vadodra for around 1 hour.
We both got down and scanned the entire station in search of some good food items.Her eyes soon spotted a yellow colored dish.
"What is this ,Kaka ?,"she asked the person in charge of the shop.
"Dhokla hai !! ," he replied.
We ate the delicious dhokla's and loved it.
"Umm !! Guju dishes are simply awesome.," she said.
"May be ,but it can 't be compared to Gulab Jamuns and Rasgullas," I smiled.
We walked along the railway station for another 15 minutes till she got a glance of a 8 yr old boy who was seriously injured with and left with blood stains all around his body.
She rushed towards him and I followed her.She took her duppatta and wiped all the blood marks from his body.She got him something to eat and she took her purse and handed over the 100 Rs note to him.
"Shukriya Didi( Thanks sister) ," the boy smiled.
I stared at her and was amazed . Why on earth would someone give 100 bucks to a stranger? .I asked her this question and in reply she asked me to look at the little boys face.
"This is the smile that I want from this chottu," she smiled.I kept looking at her and was proud of this benevolent .We both soon left for the train which started in 5 minutes.
She once again logged into her laptop and was going through few technical sites and I was busy peeping outside the window.
Finally the train reached CST Station at 9 pm.
"Saya,our Journey has come to an end,so can I ask you something?,"I said with a smile.
"Go,on Jeet, " she said.
"What is Love?," I asked her .
"Love is something which can never be defined in words,its a feeling its a emotion which is beyond expression," She said.
I was once again impressed with the answer . We got down and checked if we had all our belongings.
"I think I fell for you,I love you Saya ," I said to her with a smile.
"I loved the way you treat people,I loved your generosity ,your humbleness, your attitude,your love for writings, your smile and moreover you," I added.
"Well,Jeet," she said with a straightface.
( To be continued ..)
Continued from When V Met -2
"Hey! What happened Saya?," my eyes nictated.
"How was the 3rd priest murdered?You know?," She was curious to know the mystery.It seems her friend Hansika gave her the book with few pages torn.
"No Sorry,I'm not a novel guy ," I said
"Jeet,did I disturb you?," She smiled.
"Not at all," I rubbed my eyes once again.
She thought for a while and spoke something strange about a stranger and trust me it was really something interesting.
'I suggest you read Kajal Singh 's blog ," she said to me.
It made me wonder why she said this,although I told her that I was not interested in writing.
"She writes well and the way she presents her life through her articles are amazing ,she is the pink orchid you see," she added.
I asked her if Kajal Singh was a writer .Later on she told me that she was a management student and a prolific writer who was allset to publish her book.She logged into her laptop and opened Kajal Singh's blog. I was asked to read few articles of her. I was simply amazed at the way she expressed her thoughts and frown.But ,the last few post of hers were amazing ,a happy article and I admit that she is a gem of a writer.
"Isn't she amazing?"she asked me.
"Oh yeah! but these blog stuffs bore me," I replied.
"I am her fan and I want to meet her in person," she said.
"Yeah ,then say my hi to her whenever you meet her ," I said.
The train halted at Indore .An announcement was made that the train will remain stationary at Indore Junction for around 20 min .We both got down and hunted for fruit stalls.
"Bhaiiyaa, grapes kitne mein denge," she purchased a kg of grapes.
'Ahh! let it be I will pay," I handed over the 50 Rs note to the shopkeeper.
I asked her to go inside the train and I went to buy few bisleri bottles.
The train unexpectedly started moving 10 minutes early. It almost left. Saya scanned through the entire S3 compartment in search of me.She got upset and worried for once.I was watching her from the neighbours seat.She got up to pull the emergency chain.
"Hey! Stop re!," I asked her to stop her act of pulling the chain.
"Glad that you are here ," she asserted .
"You missed me,is it?," I asked her casually.
"Umm! could say,"she winked.
We got into a casual conversation for a while.
"What is Life?,"I asked her.
"Life is a mixture of good and bad experiences life all abt experiencing, living and moving forward with them, you see,"She smiled.
"What happens when you go through the rough patches of life?," I asked her
" You learn through life ,they are the tests needed to move forward..they r the best teachers and what else you could do," she added
I was impressed with her replies and it was then I realized that it was a side effect of reading Kajal Singh's blog.During this chat,we forgot the time and later on we realized that we spoke for more than 3 hours and the train reached Vadodra at 4 pm . We were told that due to a technical problem the train will halt at Vadodra for around 1 hour.
We both got down and scanned the entire station in search of some good food items.Her eyes soon spotted a yellow colored dish.
"What is this ,Kaka ?,"she asked the person in charge of the shop.
"Dhokla hai !! ," he replied.
We ate the delicious dhokla's and loved it.
"Umm !! Guju dishes are simply awesome.," she said.
"May be ,but it can 't be compared to Gulab Jamuns and Rasgullas," I smiled.
We walked along the railway station for another 15 minutes till she got a glance of a 8 yr old boy who was seriously injured with and left with blood stains all around his body.
She rushed towards him and I followed her.She took her duppatta and wiped all the blood marks from his body.She got him something to eat and she took her purse and handed over the 100 Rs note to him.
"Shukriya Didi( Thanks sister) ," the boy smiled.
I stared at her and was amazed . Why on earth would someone give 100 bucks to a stranger? .I asked her this question and in reply she asked me to look at the little boys face.
"This is the smile that I want from this chottu," she smiled.I kept looking at her and was proud of this benevolent .We both soon left for the train which started in 5 minutes.
She once again logged into her laptop and was going through few technical sites and I was busy peeping outside the window.
Finally the train reached CST Station at 9 pm.
"Saya,our Journey has come to an end,so can I ask you something?,"I said with a smile.
"Go,on Jeet, " she said.
"What is Love?," I asked her .
"Love is something which can never be defined in words,its a feeling its a emotion which is beyond expression," She said.
I was once again impressed with the answer . We got down and checked if we had all our belongings.
"I think I fell for you,I love you Saya ," I said to her with a smile.
"I loved the way you treat people,I loved your generosity ,your humbleness, your attitude,your love for writings, your smile and moreover you," I added.
"Well,Jeet," she said with a straightface.
( To be continued ..)
That picture of happiness
There was a picture in my mind,
I named her happiness
I'm in that picture today,
but I can't find happiness
There is a new picture now,
called happiness
I do not reconginze,
when I see happiness
Because I know her only,
by that picture named happiness
I also write @ the world round me
Inaugurating a Public Toilet..!!
(Been out of WL for a long time. Too many things happening too fast in life... hehe :) Will post something exclusive to the lounge soon. Meanwhile here's a re-post from my blog. Have a gr8 weekend.)
“Arjun…Arjunnnnn….. hey idiot Arjunnnn…….” I heard screams at 7 in the morning as my alarm clock had just been exhausted of it’s battery life. As usually I was in the US, sightseeing with Mr. Obama. I mean I was in my dreams. “Abeee Oyeeeeee” someone screamed again.
“Who the hell is that nut head??” I wondered, rolled and dived like an Olympic Gold medalist into the ground bruising my forehead over the floor. I stood up rubbing my head to realize that I was in my bed room and my trip was over. In other words, the night was over.
“Dabba nan magane (useless fellow)…Arjunnnnnnn…” I heard again. I walked to the front door and opened it to find Roshan with his jogging gear on.
“Hi da, what’s up?” I asked which pissed him off like crazy.
“Bloody damn ass. We decided to go jogging today… Don’t you remember?
“Did we? Isn’t it late now? Can we go now?” I enquired in an American accent.
“Yes We Can” he announced like Mr.Obama.
I walked back still rubbing my eyes convincing myself that I was awake now and I was in India. I too put on my jogging gear on, banged the door behind me and said to Roshan who was tying his shoe laces- “Don’t delay man. This is what I hate about you.”
He found a stone and pelted at me. Anyway, we finally hit the road, jogging along towards the park. As we jogged along, we discussed matters varying from national issues like- “If it was NIKE or REEBOK that was pelted at our Home minister” to local issues like- “The best Bunking strategy for the next day’s class.” He then noticed a street dog to his right and hence immediately shifted his position to the left of me. Anyway, we jogged along talking about this and that, though we were occasionally distracted by either very good looking girls or either very bad ones.
As the jogging had come to a halt and we were both puffing with our hands on our knees, we found a huge gathering a few meters ahead of us. The banner said- “Inauguration Of Nirmala Public Toilet.”
At first we thought, Mrs. Nirmala was the owner of this toilet, but then realized that ‘Nirmala’ meant ‘Clean’and not a name. As we read further we learnt that it will be inaugurated by a local MLA. And the most exciting and funny part was that free breakfast would be served after the inauguration. I was picturing a scene on my mind where Roshan runs to the toilet and asks- Is the breakfast ready?
Roshan who was standing with his eyes fixed to the newly built public toilet was lost in thoughts. I dint want to disturb him, so went to check out as to what was getting prepared for breakfast. Nice hot Kesari Bath was getting ready and I returned to Roshan to convey the good news. Roshan still stood staring at the public toilet as if he was staring at an ex-girl friend who’d ditched him. He finally, slowly turned to me and said with a low voice- “Dude, now I really need to go to the toilet.”
“Just by seeing a toilet??”
“Yeah man. That’s my weakness.”
“How tragic!!”
“I’m going in. Urgent” he said and walked towards it. People were tying the ribbon which the MLA was supposed to cut for the inauguration. He pushed a 10 rupee note to a cleaner and entered the toilet from under the ribbon. Meanwhile I walked to the dining area and enquired as to when the breakfast will be ready. Meanwhile, the MLA had arrived and Roshan was still inside the White-House. I climbed a nearby compound wall and watched the scene.
The MLA cut the ribbon and a loud round of applauds made its way. Just then, with ultimate grace, like in a fashion show, Mr.Roshan was seen walking out from inside and everyone looked with their eye brows hooked in amazement. The MLA gaped astonishingly and disgustingly at him in confusion. Roshan mustered a shameless smile and even more shamelessly said- “ Nice Toilet” smiled and hurried out like a sheep.
Anyway, finally we had the Kesari Bath and coffee after which I had to visit the White-House. Later, as we were ready to leave, I announced- “We have just ‘inaugurated’ a public toilet in the true sense of the word. I’m proud.”
“Arjun…Arjunnnnn….. hey idiot Arjunnnn…….” I heard screams at 7 in the morning as my alarm clock had just been exhausted of it’s battery life. As usually I was in the US, sightseeing with Mr. Obama. I mean I was in my dreams. “Abeee Oyeeeeee” someone screamed again.
“Who the hell is that nut head??” I wondered, rolled and dived like an Olympic Gold medalist into the ground bruising my forehead over the floor. I stood up rubbing my head to realize that I was in my bed room and my trip was over. In other words, the night was over.
“Dabba nan magane (useless fellow)…Arjunnnnnnn…” I heard again. I walked to the front door and opened it to find Roshan with his jogging gear on.
“Hi da, what’s up?” I asked which pissed him off like crazy.
“Bloody damn ass. We decided to go jogging today… Don’t you remember?
“Did we? Isn’t it late now? Can we go now?” I enquired in an American accent.
“Yes We Can” he announced like Mr.Obama.
I walked back still rubbing my eyes convincing myself that I was awake now and I was in India. I too put on my jogging gear on, banged the door behind me and said to Roshan who was tying his shoe laces- “Don’t delay man. This is what I hate about you.”
He found a stone and pelted at me. Anyway, we finally hit the road, jogging along towards the park. As we jogged along, we discussed matters varying from national issues like- “If it was NIKE or REEBOK that was pelted at our Home minister” to local issues like- “The best Bunking strategy for the next day’s class.” He then noticed a street dog to his right and hence immediately shifted his position to the left of me. Anyway, we jogged along talking about this and that, though we were occasionally distracted by either very good looking girls or either very bad ones.
As the jogging had come to a halt and we were both puffing with our hands on our knees, we found a huge gathering a few meters ahead of us. The banner said- “Inauguration Of Nirmala Public Toilet.”
At first we thought, Mrs. Nirmala was the owner of this toilet, but then realized that ‘Nirmala’ meant ‘Clean’and not a name. As we read further we learnt that it will be inaugurated by a local MLA. And the most exciting and funny part was that free breakfast would be served after the inauguration. I was picturing a scene on my mind where Roshan runs to the toilet and asks- Is the breakfast ready?
Roshan who was standing with his eyes fixed to the newly built public toilet was lost in thoughts. I dint want to disturb him, so went to check out as to what was getting prepared for breakfast. Nice hot Kesari Bath was getting ready and I returned to Roshan to convey the good news. Roshan still stood staring at the public toilet as if he was staring at an ex-girl friend who’d ditched him. He finally, slowly turned to me and said with a low voice- “Dude, now I really need to go to the toilet.”
“Just by seeing a toilet??”
“Yeah man. That’s my weakness.”
“How tragic!!”
“I’m going in. Urgent” he said and walked towards it. People were tying the ribbon which the MLA was supposed to cut for the inauguration. He pushed a 10 rupee note to a cleaner and entered the toilet from under the ribbon. Meanwhile I walked to the dining area and enquired as to when the breakfast will be ready. Meanwhile, the MLA had arrived and Roshan was still inside the White-House. I climbed a nearby compound wall and watched the scene.
The MLA cut the ribbon and a loud round of applauds made its way. Just then, with ultimate grace, like in a fashion show, Mr.Roshan was seen walking out from inside and everyone looked with their eye brows hooked in amazement. The MLA gaped astonishingly and disgustingly at him in confusion. Roshan mustered a shameless smile and even more shamelessly said- “ Nice Toilet” smiled and hurried out like a sheep.
Anyway, finally we had the Kesari Bath and coffee after which I had to visit the White-House. Later, as we were ready to leave, I announced- “We have just ‘inaugurated’ a public toilet in the true sense of the word. I’m proud.”
chain poetry-8(Unfaithful Yet Adorable)
continued from shweta's word
Love that I lost with the real me,
My heart isn’t how it used to be,
On my lips it’s still your name,
My tears still reflect your image same.
You have fun breaking hearts all the while,
I got mine broken just to see that smile,
You'll never know what this pain means to me,
In my heart’s broken pieces, you’ll always be.
(this was my first try at chain poetry and i thanks kajal for this because i wrote all the lines in hindi and she helped me to translate this in english and show a way to me to write in english and this poem is dedicated to kajal and all appreciation goes to her for this poem)
Like The Rain I Have Fallen For You ..
I walked holding my gown up in one of my hand and my heels in the other hand.He said "You look beautiful" ! My face showed my expressions before i could even realise that I'm blushing.I threw away my heels and ran into his arms.He closed my eyes with his tender hands and asked me to walk along with him.
As we walked i could feel the cool sand caressing my feet.I could hear the thunder sound of massive waves.He opened my eyes and i stood in front of the sea shore.Me with him and the moonlit beach.I was spellbound at the sight.His presence graced the beauty of the sea.He put his hand on my waist.Never i have felt so safe.
We both stood there watching the sea immovable.Dreamy conversation went on.I could feel his warmth around my body.His manly smell driving me crazy.My madness increasing.He pulled me close to him.Held my hand and we danced to the music of the serene sea.I rest my head on his shoulder.His protection around my waist.
I knew he was the one for me.He slowly moved his soft lips on my cheeks.My heart beating so fast.I moved my face standing on the tip of my toe, pressed my lips gently on his lips.The gentle, passionate kiss was so perfect for the night.The joy in my heart made my face radiant as the moon.We walked along the sea shore, holding each other's hand.The silence fell between us.Our hearts talking to each other.
My love for him is deeper than the ocean,Higher than the sky,more beautiful than the full moon.I was floating on the clouds.Suddenly the thunderstorm brought me down to earth.I wondered did the heaven's plan my romantic night with the moon, sea and the rain all together??
As the rain drops hit the sand,I whispered, i am falling for you just like rain.Kiss in the rain was like tasting the love.We sat down on the wet sand,surrounded by the cool soothing air and dipped in the shower of love.No measure for my happiness.I silently wished the moon would never set, sun would never rise and the night would never end, for i want to live this way whole my life !
April 24, 2009
Riding Into The Sun.......
The tarmac hissing softly,
Zipping away beneath my wheels,
An inner sanctum of peace I find,
At these exceedingly high speeds!
On and On, the road winds,
Climbing mountains high and huge,
A deep chasm beckoning on the side,
The sea pounding, on the rocks in a surge!
Beyond, the final rise I spy,
The huge orb of fire, you, the sun,
A ferocious dazzling mixture of hues,
With unabashed glee, you rage and burn,
To seek you, I have set out,
TO be one with you, is all I yearn for,
Embrace me, take me in your arms,
My hurt melting away, withering from the core!
Left all my worries, my pain,
Everything back at the start,
There's no one waiting back there for me,
No one who would care, none from whom I had to part!
To this world, A final wave,
A salute from the heart I return,
As I surge into the blazing sphere,
And fade away, riding into the sun!!!
Tainted Love!
TAINTED LOVE !
It was 3:00 a.m, when finally Sam decided to shut her computer off and curdle herself in bed. She closed her eyes making herself believe tough days wont lasts.
' Sam! ' Somebody called her name.
' Yeah ' She replied with heavy dreamy voice still feeling herself in dream.
' WAKE UP ' It was Sheila , who yelling on her head almost blowing Sam's mind off.
' What's the matter ? ' Sam opened her eyes and glimpse Sheila's face.
' I thought you are dead.. anyways we are getting late for class. Could you now get up and dress up a little faster ' Sheila shook her head and warned Sam, finally she had to leave bed.
Sam hastenly dressed herself, got her books and with Sheila waiting with her car down the gateway she left her home. This was daily routine of Sam Maccery. Sleeping late, getting up late , rushing for everything and cursing herself laters.
' Ahh! Now all because of you I have to park the car in pool side parking area .. its so far ' Sheila groaned.
' I am sorry for that really ' Sam was bashful but at the very same time she was thankful to her friends who were so much concerned about her.
' Now .. You stand here while I park the car and get back to you, together we will go to the lecture hall. ' Sheila told her and took the car towards the pool side area.
Sam stood there still, busy in her thoughts, thoughts which were painful. A horn woke her up, made her back to the world where she belonged. The so familiar voice of horn. ( so finally she had to face him). She searched the car and her caught it park towards the garden side lane. She moved towards it in a trance slowly and quietly without making noise though while doing this her heels ached but she didn't bothered. There she saw him with a girl sitting next to him, cautiously she got near and she saw Ciara Methew of Fine Arts department. They both were busy with in their own chats holding each others hand. She was shaking with grief badly. She availed the side of grey car parked at back and rested her self with it, tears rolled all over her face.
' Sam! 'She heard Sheila yelling for her which means she was back she slowly move towards the left side of the road and quickly wiped her tears off.
' I am coming ! ' She squalled and ran towards her.
Sheila watched her best friend coming towards her with puffy eyes and red nose. She knew she had been crying as she knew Sam since their childhood and she understood every style of hers She wanted to kill Adam Steve for this what he did to her best friend , who was so deep in love with him. Sam came slowly near her and avoiding an eye contact she mumbled;
' Lets go to lecture hall, shall we ' Sam said and without another word she started walking slowly, Sheila gave that black car an angry look and alas! she walked after Sam feeling no choice left.
After attending lecture Sam decided to go to the cafe while Sheila decided to stay with couple pupil she knew. After half an hour Sam returned and they decided to leave. sheila was dropping Sam home as Sam's home was in her way. Way back to parking area they passed by the corridors where Sam saw Adam and a friend of his playing guitar. She closed her eyes to stop her self looking his blue eyes but couldn't hold up her breath which took his smell with in her nose and she inhale his sensational, breath taking smell. She felt she now wont be able to move an inch even but then with closed eyes she felt a hand grabbing her hand by wrist making her move leaving corridors behind. She opened her eyes in mid-way and saw Sheila holding her hand and rushed almost running towards the parking lane.
' Are you mad? ' Sam yelled as they opened the doors, Sheila gave her a nasty look
' Yes feeling like one but not more then you ' Sheila hit her back with her words.
Rest of the distance was covered silently as both were sad and angry at the very same time. Sam slammed back the door as she stepped out of the car and Sheila left for her home. Sheila parked her car outside the garage and suddenly noticed a paper lying down the front seat while locking the doors. She picked up the paper and read it , it was print out of poem titled as " Fallen Love Again ' ;
Fallen Love Again!
Prepare yourself,
For breakup in life anytime anywhere,
As love can fail sometimes,
Making some one's heart yours for eternity,
Be ready, be prepared,
As bonds are often fragile,
Heartbreaks, you may suffer from,
Imbued in pain,
Oblivion to believe,
Loss and distrust,
Avoiding this will be impossible,
And soon you will miss your agility,
Time will flow by, unstoppable,
Involuntary, Unrelenting,
So for love always be ready,
To fall in love again,
But do keep a safe way,
As sometimes love leads life to nowhere,
And there you need a new direction,
Which way back to life,
To reality and to your dreams,
So when you fall next in love,
Keep an alternative room,
Do have a safe plan,
As you fall in love again!!
For breakup in life anytime anywhere,
As love can fail sometimes,
Making some one's heart yours for eternity,
Be ready, be prepared,
As bonds are often fragile,
Heartbreaks, you may suffer from,
Imbued in pain,
Oblivion to believe,
Loss and distrust,
Avoiding this will be impossible,
And soon you will miss your agility,
Time will flow by, unstoppable,
Involuntary, Unrelenting,
So for love always be ready,
To fall in love again,
But do keep a safe way,
As sometimes love leads life to nowhere,
And there you need a new direction,
Which way back to life,
To reality and to your dreams,
So when you fall next in love,
Keep an alternative room,
Do have a safe plan,
As you fall in love again!!
She quickly rolled her eyes down to read the poets name as she never knew Sam could write poetry even, when she read the name she got startle as it was not by Sam but by..
To Be Continued..
-illusiOn~
P.S( Thank you maverick for help in poem.. )
P.S.S( I hope you guys will enjoy it)
P.S.S.S( i am very sorry for some tweaks here and there)
For more check : illusiOn~
FAKE IPL PLAYER
I dont know why i am writing ds post..seriously i have no clue..but w8...if 2166 ppl are mad...then i think i am addicted too..i found ds blog address on another blog run by a CA, sort of a great personalty, teacher, writer and lot more...but anyways thats not the main concern here..
the concern is the NEW ADDICTION, the NEW BOG i found....i am not a cricket buff...but i am sure a gal..i dont bitch but i love to hear when someone bitches (ya i know bad thing to do..what to do..lets blame it on hormones)..i am a lot more in rumor..i dont spread them...i just hear them...but ds 1 is not a humor....its really something which got me glued wid it...a simple truth with lots of mirch and masala....all tanged up with a squeez of lemon...
its about the IPL guyz...
its d latest happening thing happening in SA..err..India (only on televisions)..after the elections...its a lot more better than Advani/Manmohan fight or Va#$% G@&% ganwaar speech (special character used, coz i have no interest in his name)....
Ok...coming back to blog..its called FAKE IPL PLAYER....but the guy is for sure no fake...he cud have been a writer...a critic...what the hell he is doing in IPL...whatever he is doing...ui wish him luck...for the blog or for the IPL...well i am more interested in the blog :D :D :P :P...anyways
He seems to be (certainly is) from KLK...Kolkata Knight Riders..is spelling wrong..who cares..i am way too exited...i dont like Mandy commenting..but i loved ds guy..he watches the play from so close....he knows the Inside story...has god cool and even offensive names for every colleague of his..and ya sure SRK and Dada are too there...no one knows who he is....do u care?..i dont...
I dont know how he manages to write..in the bathroom..again who cares...
It might be offensive for many ppl...given that he make fun of ur superstar or super-player....and dat he may sound crack and lost at times...but then isnt writing being all about yourself....
i liked so i posted....its just d excitement..or i think its d boring me ..tired of elections and IPL matches on max that i am searching for that fun over here....anyways