Rendezvous with FL

Hey folks...its me, your very own Freelancer

I am writing this because i have nothing else to write about. Or you can safely assume that my brain cells aren't coordinating with my fingers to write something good...or even readable for that matter. Just for the sake of my own sanity that i haven't lost my flair of writing or haven't misplaced it permanently...here i am!!!!

Today is Sunday....as you all probably know....and today is the day when we are supossed to post or crosspost something from our own blogs...hehe... Well, for starters my blog is in a state of coma for about a month now....and my other blog Scribblings, with Rose......is in temporary pause mode. I don't have a teeny weeny clue about what to write and gulabo is in hibernation because of her exams.....thus the rust in my writings and hence this lame post. So you can say am pretty jobless at this moment. Thus am sitting in this cafe....where the air conditioner is working just the opposite of what it is supposed to do....and am staring at the bleak monitor...

.....still staring.....

Btw i love this new blog look.....way too cool...gud job folks!!!

......back to staring.....

Glad to see new people in the family now. TWL is growing....woohoo...and why ain't my name anywhere in the birthday list...huh??? Leo ka bachha....kaha hai tu??? lol....

I will be doing book reviews every Sunday....admins make a link if you can ok....it wil be great for me.....i will be back on Tuesday...love laced Tuesday....i promise.....started to write something for it today.....hope it ends well....anyways now i don't know why i am writing this post....

Won't bug you more today...thanx for reading this...but as you very clearly realise...its crap...hehe....Dying to be back fulltime...and please oh please....miss me guys....

See ye around...

A NIGHTINGALE !

He saw her for the very first time while he was glancing round the area. She was dressed in red coat with a black skirt. She looked quite dirty one, but her looks made him stare her like fools. He never come across such beautiful, magnificent and wonderful eyes. Pain , affection, affection they have so much floating in them. She was without any make-over and honestly speaking she didn't needed one.. He felt bad for her who was now playing with mud. He went near by and said;

' Hey ' He wanted to listen her voice but she didn't respond

He few more times tried talking to her but she avoided and instead of answering she left the area. Next evening he again came there and found her in very same dress again with mud. He tried talking but she refused like the first day, next two days he tried the same and got the very same results. After 3 days or so having flickers in his eyes he went close by, luckily this time she didn't ran away in lieu she continue what she was doing. He sat there without saying ' hello ' this time. Few minutes of silence she stood up and started walking and he followed her

' Hey ' He said with a desperation in his voice
' Hey ' he was amused as her voice was beautiful like she was but she continued her walk so he ran after her.
' Wait ' Racing towards her he stood right in front of her so that his body can make her stop
' What? ' She said giving him a hard look
' Err... just wanted to know your name ' He said avoiding her rudeness
' Tara.. ' And with that she continued walking
' I am Sameer ' He said from behind
' Good for you ' She said before turning down the tunnel and left him startle.

Later that evening he went to Boston for two weeks but there too, those two eyes followed him. He was a party boy but even in dances he couldn't take his eyes off the image of those eyes present in his mind. Following week he went to a formal date with Seliona Albert but instead of praising her beauty he kept on thinking about those features of an unknown girl which was instantly noticed by Seliona and this ruined his perfect date. On the day of his return again he was in trouble because of those two eyes and he messed up with a girl which resulted as a slap placed on his left cheek. Finally he came back next evening with flowers in his hand, words in jumbled order in his head he went to the lake side hoping to see her. He was dressed in a formal suit and hoped same for the girl as it would be biggest day for the girl, he was going to propose the girl as in his view he was deeply in love. As reach there his eyes search her thirstily but he failed as there was no sign of her. Finally at 6:00 he decided to leave while passing the oak tree he saw someone, an average looking old man with a brown hat in peculiar behavior as if he was searching someone.He looked around and finally his eyes caught her, hiding herself in an oak tree, with its leaves sitting on a branch, he quickly looked at the other side as he didn't wanted old man to notice her as he guessed the girl was hiding from the old man. He walked around keeping himself near by the tree and finally as the darkness arises old man walked away. Moments later girl jump down to the boys abatement she came toward him with a quickness.. Eyes that made him restless were filled with water. She came closer and hurriedly she put his hand on his coat plundering them and whispered;

' Give me a penny please! please give me a penny, he will kill me I need to give him the money give me the penny ' She said frenzily and without a word he handed all money he had from his wallet to her palm.

She dazed him for few seconds and then ran away, he sat down on his knees facing the sky. Tears roll down her eyes and flowers fallen down his hand . He cried silently without making noise but then only he heard something something scary which made noise, loud noise, a roar by the clouds and it rained. He felt like clouds were his partner in crime. He looked again the sky hoping that sky had noticed what just happened how he lost his nightingale. How he will be able to forget those eyes, eyes which had so much in them. Which filled by so much purity, hope, sadness, happiness, will he ever be able to forget them? He will never be able to come here again to see his chirping nightingale ... never again..


-illusiOn~

The phone

Samir and More Orangee came back to More's apartment.More's Cellphone was stolen again.It happens all the time with him.This time Samir was to be blamed.He was the last known person to have it.

Orangee: I cant believe this! How can this happen again and again with me!

Samir: Well! it happens buddy...it happens..

Orangee: how could you leave the phone there at the sofa!

Samir: Well it wasnt feeling comfortable inside my pocket,and besides we were just two at the CCD,so I thought yr cellphone could get the extra seat beside me.

Orangee: So I shouldnt blame you, i should blame my cellphone which didnt signal us while we were leaving.Right?

Samir: Yup! you are right! I think it loved that place,the air-conditioned environment,the music,the girls.We were just a bunch of broing boys.It deserves that place.

Spiky enters the scene,smoking his fake cuban cigar!

Spiky: what happened? you look pissed off?

Orangee: Somebody stole my phone from CCD!

Spiky: Hmmm...wow! So we ll have a treat when u buy a new cellphone.Who stole it?

Orangee: I dont know! Somebody did it. We went back there, But i could find it.What should i do now? Go file an FIR at the police station?

Samir: What will they do?Its gone!

Orangee:Ya ya! You are right,Maybe i should call Vodafone care,block my SIM.

Spiky: Maybe you should call your phone!

Samir: Yes! we never tried doing that!Come on dial the number!

Orangee: Al right! lets give it a shot!

callertune playing-
He's a real nowhere man,

Sitting in his nowhere land,
Making all his nowhere plans
For nobody.
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,

stranger: Hello!
Orangee whipers-Its a girl!!!

Orangee: Hello! is this 9978456781?

Stranger: i have no idea abt that?

Orangee:Can ask you some questions?

Stranger:Ya sure!

Orangee: is this yr cellphone?

Stranger:No its not..

Orangee:Did you steal this phone from CCD today?

Stranger: yes i did!

Orangee:You did it...?? But its my cellphone..

Stranger: I didnt know it was yrs.

Spiky and samir could nt believe what they were hearing on the speaker phone.

Orangee: What are you going to do with my cellphone.

Stranger: Well i dont know! listen to songs, take pictures or sell it.

Orangee: Plz can i have it back??

Stranger: No i dont think so.

Spiky started waving his hands.he wanted to talk with this girl.Orangee handed the reciever to him.

Spiky:Hello!

Stranger:Ya hello! who's this?

Spiky: Its me Spiky! There are some good forward messages in his inbox,could you plz forward it to my number? its 99784001917!

Stranger: Hello Spiky!Ya sure i ll forward them.

Spiky: And dont worry! Its a postpaid connection! No worries with the balance and all.And also there are some phone numbers and picture of girls in his phone.Most of them are my girlfriends So plz mail them to me. spiky1917@gmail.com ! will you??

Stranger: No problems! I ll do that!

Spiky: Ya thanks a lot girl! Here I give it back to Orangee...

Samir graps the phone from Spiky,

Samir: Hello!

Stranger: Hello Orangee!

Samir: No its me Samir!

Stranger: hello Samir! whats up??

Samir: Wow u have a sweet voice!Can i have yr phone number?

Stranger: Sure! ask Orangee, he knows it....

The call is disconnected!

PIC-NIC

Family,

The last two weeks of theme based writing has seen you all chipping in with your works. A big hug for accepting the challenge and lighting up our lounge with your works. We all know that writers are moody and its really tough to get yourself to write according to the theme of the day. Yet, you gave it a shot. That's what makes our lounge special. That's what makes us stand out.

Change is the only thing that is constant at our lounge. True to the billing of "forever changing" lounge, we throw a new challenge to all the members here. The theme based writing moves over and is replaced with a picture based theme for the next 4 weeks. How does this work? Read on.

"PIC-NIC" is what we are calling this picture based theme here at the lounge. Every week there will be a picture put for all of us here. The interpretation of the pic is completely on you and you are free to write either a poetry or a story on the basis of your interpretation. Whether you interpret and write a funny story, a sad one, a happy one, a love story, a poetry or anything under the sky...we leave it on you. So the only thing that matters is your mood on the day you decide to write and your interpretation of the picture. It will be better for the readers if you can add a small note of your interpretation of the picture. There is no other constraint or rule for this theme. Let your imagination run wild.

Here is the first picture for this week. Have a look at it...listen to what your brain interprets it as...bring out the pen and the paper....oops..the mouse and the keyboard for the e-generation....and pen your masterpiece. The new picture will be up next Sunday. You can post all your enteries for this picture till next Sunday.

This is the picture for this week:

What are you waiting for? Get....Set....Go.........

Please use your name, "prose/poetry" and "Pic-Nic" as labels for this activity. Avoid too many labels.

P.S: Pls mail us any interesting pictures which can be the theme for next week on writers.in.lounge@gmail.com

Love,

Sandeep Balan

-On behalf of WL admin

Mona's Help

"Hi!" Mona said enthusiastically. She rushed up to me, gave me a H-U-G-E hug and nearly knocked me over! "Hey Mona... long time no see. What's the occasion?" I said, wondering why Mona was acting so excited. She was normally very, very shy, even to her best friends. "Oh my Goodness Vikram! Where have you been? Didn't you see me on TV?" she shouted in my ear. She practically deafened me. "Uh, well if I ever want to watch TV again you better not shout in my ear." I said, annoyed. I will never understand why girls need to shout even if their talking to someone 1 foot away from them! "Whatever. Anyway, you know on TV, on The Writers Lounge channel, where you talk about poems and stories and basically all works of writing, I was guest-starring!" Mona said, totally not lowering her voice level. "Cool! Wait... what's The Writers Lounge?" Vikram asked.

I KNOW! Imagine not knowing what TWL is! But now, Vikram is so clued up about all TWL stuff! He's a new admin on TWL website, he co-hosts TWL channel, and he has written a Writers Lounge autobiography! All this in less than a year! But he does have me to thank for all this... I showed him the channel and the website! That's what friends are for...

Mona.

I AM SURE...!!!

On a mid summer noon
when i was walking alone
You were the shade of a tree
I am sure...!!!

In the lovely rain
when i was dancing with joy
You were the rythm of my steps
I am sure...!!!

On a winter night, in the snow
When i was folding tight
you were the warmth of life
I am sure...!!!

Its very hard to find you
Searching you, travelled miles
but every evening, i find
you just infront of me

Now i realize, dear friend
you were always there
in my good and bad
just like the shadow of my'self'

Dear Friend, never leave me
To live then alone, I fear
You are my treasure, my joy
you are my happiness, my life..!!!

******many more @ Land Of Dreams******

Past Continuous: RED FEET, PAINTED FEET

I think you should read this when you mates are free... a good blog and a very good post...

I am sure you shall Enjoy!!

Past Continuous: RED FEET, PAINTED FEET

Vampire

Stay where you are,
There is no bar,
Where you can pass.
Don't be afraid, please,
You can feel the cool breeze.
Relax,
I'll even give you a flapjack.
Eat it,
Before I have a FIT!
And eat you,
Not give you a new hairdo.
I am a vampire,
And I admire
Human's blood, which I can get if I kill you using a campfire.

Poem attempt using rhyming words!

by roshwrites

The Murderer

Dip by dip.
It fell upon the velvet.
Lost in its dream, caressing the night
It seized all that I had!
Then again....drop by drop...it continued
Soon making its way to my pale skin
Slowly touching my cheeks...
Until finally it kissed me.

I lay on this velvet..
The vision fades away!
Red soon becomes black
I've got it made!

Owly Night

"Owwwwwwwwwwww." What was that? Suddenly I saw a glimmering light from a branch on a evergreen tree, which looked green even at night. Then, I saw another glimmering light. "Owwwwwwwwwwww." Aaaah! I really need to know what that noise is, I thought. I turned on the lamp. Oh. It was an owl. It was only then I remembered that owl's are nocturnal... and have eyes that glimmer in the dark.

I hope you liked the 70 words fiction attempt! Well... to be honest, this was supposed to be 55 fiction, but then it was too long so I invented a 70 fiction :P Btw- I changed my signature because the other one was too blurry :)

Here I come !!

Your fear,
I see it in your eyes
keeps me alive
Here I come !
your life
I'll take it away
it will end today
ripping out your insides
I'll leave you to rot
what a sick odor
Scream all you want
but you can't stop this horror !!

My Seminar

God has bestowed me, with a voice so nice,

That the teacher gives me, enough seminars to suffice,

Vinay do this, and Vinay do that,

Give a seminar at the drop of a hat.

Today, I had to give seminars two,

One in C++, the other in CIP too,

I hit the midnight oil yesterday, preparing for it,

So serious was I, I fell asleep with the light still lit.

With God’s grace, I was late for class,

I entered to see a new teacher, alas!

Hoping she didn’t know of my task, I sat down,

But she did know, as she told with a frown

She told me, Vinay start your seminar fast,

I took up my notes, and stood up at long last,

The class was asleep, I could tell with ease,

They told do awesome, wake us please,

My friends, applauded, as I started to speak,

The teacher looked shocked, my knees a bit weak,

10 minutes in, she still looked pale,

I stopped to ask for doubts, lest she made me fail.

The class, looked at me, and burst out loud,

Gales of laughter, were on me bestowed,

Now I was shocked, as I waited for them to stop,

Anxious to know, why my seminar was a flop

When I came to know, I joined the fun with a smile,

The teacher joined too, and we laughed for a while,

I’d jumbled them up, given the wrong one,

It was a bit embarrassing for me, yet all had a lot of fun.

Note: CIP is Constitution of India. :) Nothing whatsoever to do with programming.

PS: This an old poem... but i think it suits the day, so posted! :)

Fakin' news !!

Found two of the WL founders on street !!

Lessons in excellence - VII

# For the earlier chapters of "Lessons in Excellence", click here

Prats : Ek dost,kitna chatur kitna pyara
Lounge : Ek dost,kitna chatur kitna pyara
Prats: Lounge ko kitna entertain karta hai
Lounge : Lounge ko kitna entertain karta hai
Prats : Har adah har angle se, Stephen !
Lounge : Har adah har angle se, Stephen
Prats : StepMan ka Judwa bhai lagta hai..
Lounge :StepMan ka Judwa bhai lagta hai..

Prats : This style of poetry is called "comparison for excellence" and is written for comparing a 'heart throb' with a 'super hero'.Invented in WL and made famous by student of some Balan guy.

Lounge: *Takes notes. Nod their heads & Look on with admiration*

Bhola Bhala Patient

Doc:-ab tabiyat kesi hain?
Mariz:-pahle se jyada kharab hain?

Doc:-dawai khaali thi kya?
Mariz:-nahi dawai ki shishi to bhari hui thi.

Doc:-i mean dawai le li thi ?
Mariz:-ji apane di to maine le li.

Doc:-abe bewkuf dawai pee li thi?
Mariz:-nahi ,dawai to laal thi.

Doc:-abe gadhe dawai ko pee lia tha ?
Mariz:-nahi sahab,peelia to mujhe tha

Hello everyone.

Hello everyone,

Particularly, Prats, Freelancer, Dreamer, Mav, Gulshan, RV, Illusion, shadow and the rest of them who are following my blog and have commented on my posts in WL. I’ve been away from the blog since past few weeks due to my exams. I have almost 8 assessments left to do and I will be totally free after the 16th June. During the assessments time, I know I have missed so many brilliant pieces of writings in the writers lounge :-( and haven’t been able to check the updates from my friends too mentioned above. I’m so sorry guys. Once I get free I will be regular on the blog and WL.

Wish me good luck for my exams. I really really need it. And in return I will give you guys a true story that I have written, in dribs and drabs though. But I will polish it after the exams for sure and will update it.

There is one thing I need your opinion on, the story I have written can be uploaded in part one as well as in 2 or maybe 3 parts. The part one will be more like summary I’d say. It’ll kill the some real and good incidences I have come across. What would you guys prefer? Would you want me to write the complete story in one piece or would you prefer the details on every aspect of the story? It’s gonna be true story. And personally I want to write it in detail but since I’m going to share it with everyone here in WL so I need your opinions too. Do give me your suggestions.

I’ll get back soon guys and I’ll be the regular blogger too. A lot of you might not even know me, lol. So I’ll make my name recognised after the exams. Hehe.

Take care everyone.
Stay Blessed and Safe.

Hina.

My Crimson Love

Screaming shores of crimson blood
I’m drowning in the rising flood
Crimson light falls on my soul
The crimson hurt takes its toll.
Set ablaze a crimson sky
with a fire no one can pacify
When dusk falls on a crimson lie
my crimson soul will slowly die.
A crimson drop falls on my heart
of a crimson blood so sweet,
Slowly it fills my crimson eyes,
with crimson tears of deceit.
How crimson is your beauty now
in your crimson blood I see
No more crimson words or feelings
in you are left for me.
Crimson pain for my crimson soul
and a crimson wound for my heart
as I witness the death of a crimson love
when my crimson love departs.

Princess Sonshu has something to say...

Today was the first day of my school. Of 10th std. And oh it was tiring and hectic. We had 3 math periods. So you must know im in spikes now. I know these days are theme days but i thought i should inform you. Basically i will be less active and probably post only once in two weeks. I might not even post for a moth in July as i will have my term exams. As u all know i will have BOARD EXAMS on March 2010 and my teachers have started loads on first day and we have tests twice a week. So its going to be a helluva experience. And i want to score my best so im going to study a lot.

I will not be regular but i'll try my best to post. Im sure ill be back after tenth with a bang..then ill give TWL my full attention. Till then its going to be LESS!

So really sorry if i disappear suddenly and dont post something for a while. You should understand its just that Sonshu's teachers are loading her and she's studying. I hope you all will stand by me through this ride.

Till later....

Love

To YOU, from ME!

He does not need any introduction. He is everyone's favorite here at the lounge...the king of humour... Arjun!

Its his birthday today...!!

I feel for you da and that is why I am writing this dedication. I have made a lot of mistakes da and I have hurt you immensely.

When I say that 'I understand'...I don't say it just for the sake of it. Believe me, I say it because I mean it.

After what all happened between us, I feel I have lost my best friend. Yes, you were one for me. I know you are hurt. But its your birthday today and I do not want to see my best friend sad!

To read this dedication or not is entirely your wish.

I really want to wish you a very very happy birthday da! :) I have tears in my eyes while writing this.

God bless you with everything that you deserve and much more. I have often heard you saying that you are not the lucky one. Trust me, you are!! A gem at heart!!

I don't know what else to write and I can't see the keyboard anymore...

A very happy birthday to you. God bless you!

I send a big hug to you on your birthday... I hope you understand!! Take care...



I had told you that I would be in Bangalore for your birthday. I might not be in Bangalore today...but I am there right besides you!!
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Admin and LoL contest result announcements :)

Dear Family,
We at WL,hope you liked the new change in the writers lounge.We are happy after seeing your overwhelming response.We at WL,feel the need to appoint few moderators and we had considered few names who would fit in the admin panel.The selection is purely based on their activities on the lounge and the time constraint factors depending on how much time they will dedicate for WL.We are happy to appoint Miss.Aarthi and Miss.Insiya as our new admin.They join our admin panel .
Our Admin panel comprises of following members.
1.Sandeep.
2.Asbah.
3.Ste
4.Priyanka
5.Rashi
6.Leo.
7.Kajal
8.Aarthi.
9.Insiya

Congratulations Aarthi and Insiya.Now you are a part of us.Be a responsible person and take part in Lounge maintainance.

Now,lets declare the winners of the LOL@LOUNGE CONTEST.We are extremely sorry.Here we go.

• 1.Shreyans - 81-Winner
  
• 2.Meena- 80 - 1st Runner up
  
• 3.Sandeep Balan - 77 - 2nd Runner up.
  

• 4.Ste - 75
• 5.Mona -75
• 6. CRD - 75
• 7. Tan -75
• 8.Hashan -74
• 9. Kajal - 72
• 10.Neha-71

The points were computed by Mr.Prason aka Chronicwriter.Thanks a lot Chronic writer for giving us your valuable time and judging our contest.
Congragulations winner.

What next??Keep guessing .

A picture contest coming soon......keep waiting.

Regards,
The Writers Lounge Admin team.

An end to an eternal wait.....

"Shiva ,are your eyes open?are you watching me ,when will you freed me from all the distress and all my problems?,"Jaganath Singh cried.

His daughter Chanda was getting married in 2 days time.Today his daughter presented him the biggest shock of his life.
"How could you do it?,"the entire family was in a state of dismay.
Chandi was pregnant.She was getting married 2 days hence.
"Tell me who is responsible for this,"Jaganath asked patiently.
"Papa,I know he won't betray me,"she sobbed.
She remembered the promise that Sandeep Bhaskaracharya made to her before leaving for Raunbaugh.
"My love Chanda,You are mine forever ,wait for me,I will be back and talk to your dad about our relationship," her eyes shed tears as these lines buzzed her ears.
"How will I face Samindhi Teghbahadur Thakur and his son Vikramjeet Thakur," Jaganath said.
"Papa,mere Sandeep mujhe milne Zarur aayege,"she said.
At the same time Prasar Bharti ,comes up with a flash news.

"27 Naxalites shot dead in the Raunbaugh encounter . 5 Armymen were shot dead.Major Sandeep Bhaskaracharya (26),Major Raghuvir Yadav(43),Teghpal Mishra(39),Lakeer Sheikh(29) and Major Maninder Purneet Singh(37) were shot dead.,"the news reporter paused.

With this Jaganath witness tears flowing from his daughters eyes.Her love was no more alive.He sacrificed his life for the nation.
"Papa,I won't marry anyone,I have the biggest asset with me,"she said.
"I have Sandeeps child with me,I will make him an army officer and make my Sandeep proud,"she sobbed.
"I'm proud of you ,Chanda,"Jaganath said as he wiped the tears from his daughters eyes.
Chanda could not accept the shock.She lost her life.Sandeep died fighting the extremists.
"Sandeep died,my Sandeep died,"she wept.

My Sister

She was so sweet. Everyone loved her, including strangers who had only seen her once. They all said her smile was to die for, such a pleasing, uplifting smile. Whenever someone came to the house she would reach out her arms and smile. That was her way of saying "I like you. Pick me up please!"


Everyone picked her up. Some even reached into their pockets and handed her some money. "Buy some sweets for yourself, cutie-pie, ok?" they said. She would smile and run straight out of the doors to the nearby market. She bought sweets and then ran all the way back home. She shared the sweets with me and Mother, and also the person who had given her the money to buy sweets.


Of course, she wasn't all perfect. She squealed when it was bath-time and me and mother tried to wash her. But then the minute we said if she behaved like a good girl in the bath she would get some chocolate, she started behaving perfectly! Ah, she was so lovely. We only shouted at her once, and that was when she ate the wedding cake for Auntie Rita. She did say "Swory sister. swory Mother,"

Yes, she still couldn't say "sorry". She was only three at the time. The memories.



Reshma was sat on the cold bench, facing the sea front. She was thinking, thinking deep thoughts. She was remembering her sister, the funny things she did, how perfect she was. I miss her so much, she thought to herself. She brushed aside a tear from her cheek. "Anjali. My sister," she said softly. "My beautiful princess,"

Suddenly Reshma stood up, breathing deeply. "Why? Why did she leave me? What did I do?" Reshma shouted. She kicked a pebble into the sea and watched it go. Plop. Plop. Just how my sister went, she whispered to herself. Slowly, but steadily.



Reshma felt a firm grasp on her shoulder and turned around. Her Mother was standing there, her face in a worried frown. "What are you doing here, my darling?" asked Mother gently. "Hmm. Just thinking. Remembering," Reshma said, staring into space. Mother saw her wet cheeks and sat down beside her. "Reshma. I'm sure Anjali is happy. Wherever she is, she's in a better place. Calm down, my baby," Mother said, tucking Reshma's loose hair behind her ears. She wiped Reshma's eyes with a hankie, then wiped her own eyes. "Why did she leave-

Reshma began, but Mother interupted. "She was in pain, honey. In pain. It was better she went early than suffering in pain, isn't it?" Mother said. Reshma stood up and walked up to the ledge. She reached in her pocket. She pulled out a tiny photo of Anjali. She found a few sticks from near the trees and attached them together with strands of grass. She laid the picture of Anjali on the mini raft she had made, and reached down to the water. She felt water trickle up her sleeves and placed the raft with Anjali's photo in the water.

Reshma smiled, a tiny smile. "Goodbye, Anjali,"

Happy B'day Mr. Humor

Wishing Arjun a lotsa love and luck on his special Day !!

Have fun !!

(more wishes later)

I Love you

"love you",
i hear you say
almost everyday.

each time
i smile,
before i reply.

"love you too"
i whisper
but not to you.

You know it all
even if i deny
its not false.

so hard i tried
to never accept it,
to myself i lied.

never wanted to lose
your love and care
that cured my blues.

was so very happy
with whatever i got
never asked for anything.

but i now ask
in your true love,
will i get to bask.

Ah! enough of dreams
let me put to rest,
false hopes of you n me.

I will be gone soon
far away from you
and wnt give past a look.

you do deserve more
some one you would love
and cherish a lot.

One last farewell i do
a last time, i say
"I love you"

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On the floor

I'm down on the floor,

leaning on the closed door,

thinking about all you've said;

all the things you made,

and as the tears fill my eyes

I can still hear you say to me.

It's over, I'm done.

The fantasy is long gone.

It was nev'r meant to be.

Now it's time to part our ways,

and say our final goodbyes.

I'm down on the floor,

wondering if there was more.

And all I do is sit and cry.

Sit and cry.

We Excavated Love Together

Do you live?
Do you live still?
I do not know
I would never know.

You came into my life like a tempest fierce
Ruffled my verve and you went away
And never have you returned to see my tears
Not even to check, if I breathe still!

I miss you
I miss you always.
Do you live to miss me?
I would never know.

I think of the time, when you were here
In my arms, feeling the warmth of my body
My burly arms secured your restless head
Your tender breasts rested on my chest
Your hair flew over my face and glittered
You slept well all night – I in you and you in me!

Do you recall?
Do you recall the eon
Where we ruled the nights?
I would never know.

Those nights were glossy, shining still
Bright in my heart, somewhere there vigil
The skin rubbed the skin back and forth
The search went deep inside the mysterious
All that toil and that sweat was not in vain
For we excavated love together, deep inside
The smile on your face, the pleasure on mine
Would haunt me every night for as long as I live!

Do you live?
Do you live to miss me?
Do you recall the eon?
I would never know.

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Mann chandre...a sad song so so unique!

this is not exactly a post! Its something that I felt like sharing with friends here... related to music!
Before I post for thursday theft... I want to share this creation that I had come across from the genius multiple oscar winner AR rahman ... this is composed by him for the OST of Nokia music express...the cell phone that I purchased last month!

Its one of the best punjabi meaningful that I had ever heard... sukhwinder singh at its best vocal quality and rahman's style as always unique and leaving a mark! the name of song is called "mann chandre... as mentioned earlier too...its from album connections.. by rahman for nokia..."
I am sharing this here as I believe that chances are few that people would come across it other wise...
do give it a try if u love meaningful deep sad songs... that needs patient hearing :)
tc bye! god bless everyone!

Mann chandre nu raas naa aave,
Mann chandre nu raas naa aave,
Naa aave darwaas.
Jiggar daa saudaa kyon kar baithaa?
Mukdi jaandi aas.

Je lut jaandaa te lut jaandaa dil,
Hauke khaa ke chup jaandaa.
Je lut jaandaa te lut jaandaa dil,
Hauke khaa ke chup jaandaa.

Beparvaa daa ki kehna? Haaye!
Naa aave darwaas,
Jiggar daa saudaa kyon kar baithaa?
Mukdi jaandi aas!

Darad sautondaa, Bedardaan nu,
Bedardaa daa ki jaandaa?
Darad sataundaa, Bedardan nu,
Bedardaa daa ki jaandaa?
Bedardaa daa ki jaandaa?

Death Heals - Part ONE! ^_^

"Diyaaaaaaa......." screamed Niki in disgust "...It's the fiftieth cigarette,damn it.What's wrong with you?Why're you ruining yourself?"

"Look Niki,Don't keep reproaching me all the time.Smoking is the only thing which helps me stay happy,forget the ugly past and keeps me alive."

Niki was Diya's best friend.The kind of friend who stood by her,when there was no one to be with her,no one to count upon and no one to notice the silent tears.She was the one who knew Diya more than herself & valued her the most in her life.Inspite of her rude behaviour & indifference,Niki never left her alone.

Diya was a very sweet,simple & innocent girl but one heart break shattered her completely."One" wrong decision and everything changed.She gave up all her friendships,pushed away everyone including her family....Just because of one person,she was completely broken.Niki knew about everything that he had put her through,but she couldn't do anything except give her mental support & wipe her tears.It had been almost an year,but things were still miserable for her.She was still waiting for that one soothing touch of her life...


She took to smoking,drinking,and indulged in all those vices,which she used to utterly detest and run away from.

She wanted him back 'cause she knew that no one could replace him.She could forgive everything & start afresh,but.... he was happily married and did not even bother to ask whether she was alive.That's what made life tougher for her.



Amidst all this chaos of her life,the battle that she had to fight with her heart everyday,there was someone who loved her and could do anything just to make her smile AGAIN.

His name was Jay...He confessed his love for Diya,on repeated persuasion from Niki.He went upto her,held her close and said

"Diya....I know what you're going through.I've seen the girl you were & the girl you've become.Please don't hurt yourself like this.How long will you hold on!!!Someday you'll have to learn to let go.I know none of your friends ever stood by you.But Niki & me---We'll always be with you no matter what.I always wished to tell you how much you mean to me...I truly love you.I respect your feelings for him & I just want you to know that I shall accept you as you're .I don't care about your past as long as you're my present........And honestly,I'm glad that you love him so much.Perhaps,someday you can give me a bit from the love you've for him.I just want you to be happy.How I wish I could get him back for you,but....."


Diya had tears streaming down her eyes...Perhaps tears of happiness,perhaps tears of the memories revisited,perhaps for the moments she wished to relive.....

........To be continued........ [Today itself / Next wednesday]

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The Curse - 1 (Love Laced Tuesday)

"The Curse" is my attempt to adapt a common story according to the theme of the day here at WL. So the flow of this series will be according to the mood of the lounge on that day. Concluding with Terror Fridays. To read the preview click here. You must read the preview before reading this part. Suggested!!
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“When I was your age, I would never be at home for more than 10 minutes. And look at you Julia. You keep yourself immersed in books. Go out with your boyfriends. Hang out. Have fun! These are the best years of your life. Why waste it on your books sweetheart?” enquired Stella.

Advising her grand daughter and sharing pages from her past with Julia were Stella’s favorite pastimes. She was quite fit and agile for her age. Nearing 85, she had all her teeth intact. Though her skin was all shriveled and wrinkled, it still had that luster and you could see glimpses of her glorious past in it. And why not, she had been a top model at a time when modeling was not seen as a decent profession. She had modeled for lingerie brands and skin lotions despite coming from a staunchly traditional family.

Stella had always been the rebel child. Opposing her parents in everything, she had left her family house at a tender age of 18 to model for one of the top lingerie brands in the market. Strangely, she would never bring up her modeling career in any of her discussions with her grand child Julia. She would change the topic that very instant. But today she was in a mood to talk. She slowly pulled out a snap from under her pillow and handed it over to Julia.




“Wow”, Julia exclaimed, “Granny….you were drop dead gorgeous. Oh my god! This is what you call an hour glass figure. Look at you. Phew. No wonder you got all the handsome men out there drooling at your feet. I would have been surprised if they hadn’t done so. Just look at you. If only I would have got 10% of your beauty. You are simply out of this world granny”

Stella was blushing like a 20 year old. It had been decades since anyone had praised her so much for her beauty. She looked straight into Julia’s eyes. “I know honey. I know. Why else would they choose me for endorsing the topmost lingerie brand in UK without experience? And I was paired against the heart throb of that time, Sensational Ste. He was a celebrity all brands were dying to lay their hands on and only we had him. And my first shoot required me to drool over him. Something I would not have minded at all. I have always had a crush on him. It was like a dream come true for me. The very fact that the shoot came out so good was that I felt every single emotion that came out in the pictures. I had never met Sensational Ste. But the moment I was standing before his close up hoarding, I was drawn towards him. It was love at first sight. Sometimes you feel that connect. You feel that you are made for this someone you have never met and in all probability will never meet. Sometimes you love without conditions and inhibitions. Sometimes you love without any logic. That was happened with me at the location of my first shoot. I had seen Sensational Ste a million times on television. But today was different. I was standing before his giant sized portrait. I could feel a magnetic pull towards him. His eyes, though hidden by his dark goggles, somehow were sucking me towards him. I fell in love. I fell for the Sensational Ste. Crazy. But true. And today, it is the 50th anniversary of that date. The day when I fell in love”

Julia glanced at the photograph once again. Sensational Ste had everything in him to be the superstar that he was. The looks, the charms and the style. He had everything that mattered. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by her granny.

Stella’s lips were trembling when she spoke. “That love was cursed Julia. Our love was cursed”. With these words she started weeping inconsolably.

MaGiC - ( Called loved )

MaGiC - ( Called loved )

He woke up, very early in the morning and rushed towards the door leaving a bye note , clipping his belt and buttoning his shirt. He wore his socks in his car and drove it fast. It was cold though it was just start of October, with October something flash in his mind and his ears heard a voice;

You forgotten my birthday.. I reminded

you since start of October

and then you say you married me

because you love me

He looked around but found no one, carefully he parked his car and hurried off in the building in front. As entered the gate he saw Ken waiting for him dressed in a formal suit.

' Hey ! ' Ken came closer and hugged his friend with a noticeable feel of sympathy and concern
' Hey ! I hope I am not late..' He said while hugging.
' No no its very fine.. the meeting is postponed but where you were as I tried your number but nobody answered. You weren't at home? Or were you? ' He avoided his glance
' I was at Catherine's place ' He said in slow voice.
' The blond girl friend of yours? ' Ken asked him giving him a nasty look
' No she was Sally , she is new, met her at the down bar hall, she is a red head ' He gave her description.
' You were with your new girl friend when your own house was set on fire. Man! I don't understand you, you know Mandy is right you are ridiculous at time. I don't understand how one can be so careless and carefree that a night before his marriage life will be finished he is spending night with his new girl friend. Amazingly pathetic ! ' Ken said in low voice but with a disgrace in his tone.
' Oh common man. After me and Mandy are aparted I have to be with these girl only no? so what should I be doing a night before my marriage life ends . Should I have been drunk and cry, no reason for that sorry. Be pratical man common I think we are getting late ' He headed towards the stair case..

Manderith's name was call out just after 30 min of desperate wait. As she entered the room she saw him, his breath taking looks. He was still so handsome, she wiped of a tear that was ready to leave its place in her eyes. He cleared her throat and settle down beside him. She placed down her bag down right beside her right leg and put her tremble hand on her lap. She felt fatigued even though she came here with a friend who drove. Magistrate after 30 minutes of settlements gave them 30 min for reconsideration as they both were unwilling to consider their decision. Both of them were now sitting in a waiting room with their friends. Sara sat beside her best friend and pat her back as Mandy was in deep silence. Ken gave Eden a thought full look and sat on the last chair next to the door.

' Mandy let me grasp water I will be back in a minute ' Sara left and few minutes later Ken said
' Eden I need to call someone important and no proper signals are available I will be back shortly ' They both left to provide them some privacy though they were unaware of how big their egos were grown by now.

Eden hesitate in the silence awaken as they both left the room he give his better half a look who was sitting resting her head placed with wall, her eyes closed. He just noticed how pale she was looking, where her freshness disappeared? Was it because he left her? he cough just for her attention and she opened her eyes, there eyes were locked for a moment but then she broke the fortification herself and looked away from the only window of the room.

' Are you OK? ' Finally he asked
' Yeah.. why? She said in low tone which was certainly not her style.
' Just like that.. actually you looked little pale.. whats wrong ' He had concerned in his voice
' I am fine .. Thank you just work load.. over time ' She said while closing her eyes again.
' Oh.. right ' He said thoughtfully

The silence was again waken by both of them as they both beseem themselves with it only, drown in silence they both didn't even realized only five minutes now they had of their breaking up relation. Ken and Sara entered the room and the silence was gone.

' Lets go.. Time is up.. ' Sara give her hand and she stand up holding her hand.
' Lets go mate ' Ken said while placing his hand on Eden's shoulder
' yeah ' He slowly said and they headed towards the door

Magistrate gave them papers to sign and he forward it to Manderith, She with trembling hand bent down tears right from her eyes fallen down on paper making it wet and he viewed this scene from a little distance, something punched him from inside. A feel of guiltiness raise and he even trying over look but the emotions was strong and it grasp his heart. Mandy gave the paper to Magistrate and hurried off, leaving the room without noticing someones is running after her. She run down the stair case and finally reaching the parking area she felt giddy and before she could fallen down she was restore in two strong arms.. She rolled her eyes and saw Eden holding her from her waist

' You know running after you reminds me our first meeting, you still are a good runner.' He said
in lower voice looking in her eyes.
' I.. ' She said but she left her sentence in middle as her tongue was hashed up and her tears told him everything as they roll down her face, he bent his head still looking her green eyes and kissed her face drinking her tears. He made her stand and she cried badly which made him feel worse without being aware of what his own intentions he curled her in his arms and hugged her as if she is the most valuable thing of his life and he feared losing her. She hugged him back though tears were still in her eyes and she was still crying. They didn't notice how long they hold each other embrace each other but they got parted when Mandy pushed him and remembered that few moments before they were ending there married life ,on his decision. She turned when he hold her wrist and turned her towarda his face and said;

' You know Mandy! why I ran after you? Because while you were signing the paper I remember the lines once you told me you like alot. I remember it words when you your tears fallen down the paper making wet and I whispered to myself is it important to lose someone to feel his/her importance , to know that you love the other one. I asked myself if I will be able to live without the girl who changed my life, the girl who compromised with defects of mine and accepted me as whole and you know Mandy the answer was NO ' He said in his deep low voice which took her heart away and she was obviously with out any other question, she was convinced and as a result she hugged him rolling her hands at his back whispering ' I Love You ' .

After few minutes when they ended all there massive misunderstanding they saw Ken and Sara in front of them. Both had a bright broad smile on their faces. They came closer and said;

' You know what Eden your better half is much more sharper then you ' Ken started taking conversation to a lighter mode.
' How? ' Eden said
' She didn't signed the paper with her own signature see what she signed ' Ken showed him paper and he saw I LOVE YOU instead of Manderith Len written, he looked Mandy who looked a little puzzled, he gave her a smile with tears in his eyes, he hugged her furiously holding her from back ( who could imagine Eden Len crying for a girl.. this is what called LOVE no? )

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Someone's love story

Let me tell you a love story today. What I am about to tell you is absolutely true, the fact that I am stressing on this is that it may seem untrue at times. But, life is weird we must agree.

Some time back when I just finished college I got talking with a very old school friend of mine. She was very sweet , I thought so , further, I was excited at the prospect of our first meeting. I concocted some weird story about luggage and got my train ticket through Delhi. First time in four years I changed my route to home. But, in love you do many things for the first time.

I landed in Delhi and her sweet voice echoed in my ear. She insisted we meet at her house first. I was ok with anything just a little scared to meet her parents. And as me and my chaddi buddy rode from Noida to Kausambhi in a tattered scooter and ill fitting helmets, I felt the air amusingly inviting and head lighter than normal.

She lived on the 12th floor, and I took stairs to make a more permanent mark in memory. And, wow, when I saw her beaming face I forgot my own name. I won't get any mushier here. Love at first sight, of course it happens ,like a thunderstruck man i followed her into her house. We sat and talked of old memories, I was laughing unnecessarily now that I think of it but she seemed to like it so I didn't stop.

And that was the start of my own sweet love story. I never turned back , I did everything a good understanding boyfriend would do for her sweetheart and even more. That 'boyfriend' part I assumed unknowingly, blind to the fact that realities could be grossly different. So was life, happy, I visited her sometimes and I called her always and that was good.

As magically as this romance had started it started to fade away. I tried to hold on, I tried to fight, I tried everything. Ah! a fool I was because in the matters of the heart there is no trying, only things happen and they don't. And they didn't.

Last month I got a call from her. She is getting engaged to some family friend's rich son, rich son of a bitch. She says life goes on, you must move on too. I said the love was mine, let it be so.

New youngest member of TWL!

Hi! I'm roshwrites, but my real name is Roshni. I prefer to be called Rosh because that is what everyone calls me including my friends, family etc. I'm twelve years old, and I know I'm not old enough to be using Blogger but hey, Blogger can't have an age limit for just writing stuff! So now I think I'm the youngest member! I live in London... but I do come to India often. In fact, I'm coming this year, in the summer, so I might not be able to post for a month. I will try to, so there may be one or two posts in the summer from me. I'm really excited to have joined TWL because I enjoyed reading it before, at least once or twice a day, but I was upset not to be able to comment on stuff. So I'm happy I can now! Anyway, you're probably bored by now, so I'll just say goodbye...

roshwrites

P.S: http://roshwritesx.blogspot.com/ <---- blog address

The True Spirit of the Game

The IPL is over, with it's winners, losers and controversies kept alive the,

The True Spirit of the Game

The best from around the world
at the top of their game
compete in a huge rat race,
to finish first among their mates;
With their skills and technique,
they make magic in front of billions all over the world.
And only those who devote every minute
will ever finish; as it takes only the elite.

But guts and glory is not all.
Blood, sweat and tears are part and all.
Years of practice, preservation and determination
narrows down to the present one moment.
As tension rises, blood boils,
eyes bulge and the heart rapidly pumps.
The spectacle will run undisrupted,
unhindered and unbounded.

This game, the spectacle is the best,
played by the elite all over the world,
for the hopes and pride of the billions who watch.
It’s called as the gentleman’s play
and all who play follow that simple way.
Winning and losing is part of the game,
but the real magic is upholding the name;

- To play in the true spirit of the game

We burn

Inspired by the pic Artz posted today.

Let us both brighten
darkness in each other,like
candle,we burn us!

Love Laced Tuesday....

"You are once again late," Jane said to Jack.
"Late for what,"Jack said.
It was not the first time that Jack was behaving like this.Jack was a brand manager in a famous Telecom company.His name was associated with almost all successful company offerings.He was the mastermind behind the various creative work . On contrast,Jane was an amateur writer and a poetess.She loved writing poems and she wanted to be a fame icon one day.She wrote articles that impressed people.Their love story was a bit different.They both met in a bookshop in Bordeax.They befriended and finally they met their soulmates in them.
Few days later he proposed her in the same bookshop by offering her a novel written by Jeffrey Archer.He asked her to read the poem that he'd written for her.He never boasted ,he was a creative person and was modest.He never considered himself as a poet although he would write few beautiful lines.
She was impressed and accept him as a part of her life. Their life changed drastically.They enjoyed their life as much as they could.Soon they got married and lived happily for a while.Tensions and problems are integral part of life.They are not invited but they themselves get attached to our life depending on certain circumstances. Life is like a pool of water where our prime objective is to swim and survive. Life is all about the good and bad times.It is not always overshadowed by the sorrows and it not imbued with happiness forever.Jack and Jane were living life without any fear.They didn't had any fear of life or nothing would bother them in their life. Hectic work schedules and work pressure would keep Jack busy most of the time.His company was going through the dark phase of economic recession.He was on the verge of getting a pink slip as most of his peers were fired out of the company for no reason.He could not balance the happiness and sorrows in his life.The see saw of his life just coudn't balance the factors.He hardly spoke to his wife.He behaved like a stranger to his wife.Today was their 2nd marriage anniversary.
"Umm!!you forgot !, "Jane winked.
"Ahh!," he said and soon handed over the flower bouqet to his wife.
"I thought of giving you a surprise ,"he said.
He handed over the letter to Jane.He was hired by a famous organisation for his creative brain.
"Yippie! we are flying to US,"he said.
Jane was the happiest woman on earth.Jack's face displayed a gamut of emotions.He could not control his happiness.It took ages for Jane to witness this smile and she was glad.

He held her firmly and kissed her.
"God!! this reminds me of our first date ,umm!!," she said .
"Ahh,lets go there,"he said.
"We are going out," he added.
"Are we?,"she was perplexed.
"But,its too late,and it will take time for me to get dressed," she winked.
"you ladies,"he smiled.
Soon after 1 hour they both left .It was a special day for them. The night sky smiled as they both head for a candle light dinner.

From Artz!!

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Smile Valley High..Love, Relationships and more

Episode 8:

“Hmm….What should I wear” Angela thought to herself. I like the pink mini skirt and the black top….but…no…hmm…yeah this one.” She murmured to herself. Finally she was ready in her blue evening gown. She touched the lipstick one more time. “Aah…a little more.” She said examining. She applied lipstick and then blotted it on a tissue paper.

Tring Trong….the bell sounded. She walked down gracefully and saw Josh at the door in his tuxedo. He looked dashing. She thought to herself. He saw her walking down the stairs. He kept staring at her beautiful face. The butler looked at both of them thoughtfully then walked away.

“You…look…Beautiful” he said struggling for the word.

“Hmm…Thanks…You look good yourself!” she said blushing.

He took hold of her hand and led her down the porch towards the road. A cab was waiting by for them. He opened the door and she got in. He got in and sat next to her. They reached the restaurant in no time. He had already reserved a table.

So they sat down outside in the darkness. Only lighted by candles.

“I love candle light dinners” she told him.

“Oh that’s lovely…even I do!” he said.

They placed the order and just looked around. No one spoke.

“Um..” Josh began breaking the silence. “Did you tell your parents?” he questioned.

“ Oh no! I mean I told them I was going out. They don’t really care as long as I am back hoe by 10” she said ignorantly.

“Oh….thats weird…I mean...my parents want me home by 8” he said.

“ Oh..” she mumbled. Then the food came. They ate silently staring at each other. No noise except that of the forks and spoons. The dinner got over than they expected and they hadn’t spoken much.

He paid the bill and they left. He was about to open the cab door.

“Stop” she said hurriedly.

“What--?” he asked confused.

“Um..do you mind we walk it….the weather is lovely.” She asked.

“ Oh I’d love to…” he said happily.

They walked home talking softly. No one could hear them. Not even the moon or birds. At least that’s what they thought….

****

Next morning.

“Stella stop! I need to explain” Justin rushed behind her.

‘Justin please I don’t want to hear anything. There is no need of explanation.”

She said walking angrily.

“Please…” he said.

“Justin its over…I thought we could be friends but I guess I was wrong ok.” She screamed.

“Stella…” he mumbled looking at her go away. He was helpless. "I will not let it at that Stella, i never give up." he said to himself

Crazy Cupid - Monday Masti

Hi All...

Today is Masti Monday and tomorrow is Love Laced Tuesday. So today we decided to marry the two and set the platform for a wonderful tomorrow. Read on to know how :-)

Cupid has gone crazy at our lounge. He is firing arrows in all directions in his inebriated state. No member has been spared here and everyone is running helter skelter. How will you escape this rain of arrows? Simple, by proposing or dumping the person above you, in the most funniest manner you could come up with. You could also make them your great great grandfather or your great great grandmother or anything you could think of just by penning a stupid poetry (just for fun). It could be a crazy stupid poetry or a "C" grade movie dialogue. Use anything to either propose or dump the person right above you in the comments box. Find out innovative ways if you are a gal and it is a gal above you. Go crazy.

P.S: All this is just for fun. No serious takes friends. Enjoy!!!

Monday Masti

Code Lounge Code!

Time to exercise those brains and flex those muscles. Time to take out your pen and paper and solve the code. Time to grab the title of "The Riddle Master @ Writers Lounge". Time to show others what you are made of.

The Hunt for success, the hunt for a big name. The hunt here is for fame. Inquisitive you may be and a curiosity might prevail. But you still have to figure out the clues to stake your claim.

A check of your wits and a question mark on your patience. Code WL Code!

Q) Name the singer?




CLUE:





The comments section is all yours to discuss, thrash it out and decode. Remember, the first one to explain the logic along with the answer wins this one! He/She will be declared the "Riddle Master" of our Lounge.

WL Cricket Quiz

hello friends and another exciting season of IPL is end yesterday and the team who was at last position last year win the title this year
now last week's quiz was very simple you had to guess some results of IPL-2

first of all answers :-

1.who will win this year's IPL-2?

2.who will win purple cap?

3.who will be the man of the match in the final of the IPL-2?

4.what will be the 1st inning score of the final in the IPL-2?(you had to tell the limit and it should be of 10 runs eg:-130-140)

5.who will win orange cap in this IPL-2?


Now the answers:-
1.Deccan Chargers
2.R.P Singh
3.Anil Kumble
4.143 runs so limit is 143-153
5.Mathew Hayden

now i thought i will get more entries in this quiz because its not related to cricket ,you just had to predict some answers.
but the entries i got is only 4 and no one guess all answer's correctly
so the winner's will be decided on the basis of highest number of guesses.

so the winners are:-
1.Ste(likhetu)[3 right guess].
2.Arun Kumar[2 right guess].
3.Aarthi and Pulkit[1 right guess]

congratulations to winners


now from this week's cricket quiz will be closed because of 2 reason's

1.less number of active participant and this was the major reason ,i thought lot on this before and when i got just 4 entries in the last quiz where members just had to predict i thought no one is interested in this quiz so i will closed it for sometime .

2.i have my exams from this wed(27 may) so i will not get time to post the quiz .

but may be quiz is returned in the T-20 WC if the members are interested

so if members are interested just tell me YES or NO in the comment box.

if i got good response this quiz will be come back.


now the badge for the winners:-
sorry due to my exam iam not able to build the new badge
i will made after exam till then just take this badge.

Haiku ( a revision )

Yes .. its week for haikus again !! and thats for a reason ... so all ya poets and potesses, unleash the colors of haiku each day ..

Please know about Syllable in my previous post before you proceed to learn haiku.

HAIKU -

Haiku (also called nature or seasonal haiku) is an unrhymed Japanese verse onsisting of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables (5-7-5) or 17 syllables in all.Haiku is usually written in the present tense and focuses on nature(seasons).

This is a traditional definition of haiku.But for beginning, we can try to stick to writing just a 5-7-5 form of three line poem. If its about nature, all the better.


Eg-

RAIN:

water droplet pure,
nature lost another life,
cloudy tears on us.


Helpful Hints on Haikus ( copied from here)

1) Haiku is generally not written in one long run on sentence. It is generally written in two parts.You have a fragment on the first or the last line, then you have the body of the haiku.

Example:

winter sun--
a cyclist pedals
against the wind

Copyright © 2000 Kathy Lippard Cobb, April 2001 Heron's Nest

or like this:

a cyclist pedals
against the wind--
winter sun

A good structure for beginning haiku poets is:

setting
subject and action (on two lines)

2) Haiku is not written in the past, nor does it cover a long period of time.It is in the moment. It is about taking ordinary moments, and making them extraordinary.

3) Haiku usually contains a season word (called kigo). It is not a requirement, but season words are a big part of haiku.Haiku is a short poem, and must contain some substance. It should not be just a weather report.


4) Haiku is usually not written in three sentence fragments. There is usually one fragment and a phrase on the other two lines.

5) Haiku does not use metaphor, personification, simile, or many other poetic devices so popular in other forms of poetry. It is about the essence of a moment, stated simply.

6) The majority of haiku do not use capitalization and use minimal punctuation (though you may see a few who do this).

7) Avoid "so what" moments. These are haiku that are stated so simply that they're boring.Example:

winter afternoon--
I walk to the store
and back again


8) Avoid photo haiku -- haiku that are nothing more than snapshots, do not focus on a specific moment or image, and have no real resonance or action.

Example:

crowded pub--
cocktail glasses line
the corner of the bar

It's not only boring, but it's too common of an image. It is not focusing on one specific moment.

This is just an overall picture in a bar, it doesn't really say anything. It's just a "so what" moment that occurs in every bar in the world.

You can make this more interesting, by focusing on something specific or a specific person.

Example:

happy hour--
a redhead scrawls her name
in the window frost

Here I even worked in a season word, "frost." I focused on one person, not the entire bar.

9) Avoid cause and effect in haiku -- where something in one part of the haiku causes action in the second part.

Example:

heavy rain--
my shirt clings
to my body

It's not only boring, it's too obvious. You can have cause and effect, IF it's contained in one part of the haiku.

Example:

a leaf spirals
in the summer wind--
his good-bye letter

This kind of cause and effect is o.k., as it's contained in one part of the haiku. Then, you can add something else for the third line, such as I did here. I used a good-bye letter to juxtapose with the leaf. These are two very lonely images. You can add whatever you like in the third line. Don't tell the reader they should feel lonely, show it.

There ARE haiku that have cause and effect, where something in the first part of the haiku, causes action in the second half.

However, usually, there is another level of meaning present. It's not just simple cause and effect, as in my "heavy rain" example.

10) Show don't tell. This is confusing to many writers. It certainly was to me. We all know that the English language, or ANY language, TELLS. I have never heard of a "story shower."However, what it means to show don't tell, is that instead of saying that you are sad, lonely, or that you love someone, try to show it.Instead of telling your emotions, show it by using concrete imagery.

Example of telling:

the funeral over--
the house is so lonely
without him

Example of showing:

the funeral over--
his aftershave lingers
in our bedroom

This shows loneliness. However, the phrase "I'm lonely" is nowhere in this poem. This is just one of many examples of show don't tell.

Sorry friends.. as i keep on searching online for links, am learning all over again myself .. here are few links i loved :

Tiny words

Haiku Monk ( loved the pics with the haikus here )


I guess enough of rules and links for a three line poetry .. So go ahead friends and fill this lounge with your creative haikus..

Write on!!!

About a girl

It was always about a girl... It started of with things not going my way... It started of with my dreams, my plans coming to an end... My dreams came crashing down... My hope in life was taken away from me... My inspiration in life was pulled out of me... Life was cruel... When you love someone its hard not to see them... Its hard not to talk to them... The sun of my life was taken away from me.... Going through my ice age now... I know you'll probably be the sun in somebody else's life... But why not mine... I've cried alot.. And the tears have all dried up.. Crying helps... Crying makes the next five minutes feel okay... I know you're happy with another person but why not me....But thats okay coz a part of me feels better that your happy.. And a part of me feels that you have forgotten about of me.. And a part of feels good about it because i know youve moved on....But a part of me is not sure about what the other parts of me are saying or thinking.. A Part of me just wants you to miss me and always remember me....And a part of me thinks that you do but another part of me is not sure about it...(WTF) My mind has talked to my heart.. But my mind and my heart aren't always the best of friends... My heart never listens to my mind.. I need another heart who has gone through the same pain as my heart has.. So that my heart can bleed out to its fellow heart.... After sometime its not even about a girl... Its just about you... You'll realize afer sometime when you look around that everything is just the same... Someone i know said that emotions are such useless.. They dont let you do anything.. But they are the same emotions that let you do everything... My heart is stuck in a time loop... Its playing the same thing over and over again... Kinda reminds me of a star trek TNG episode...:P (i really wana go see the star trek new movie...) .. I wonder why do i have to be one those people for whom it ended up being about a girl thing... Time is a great healer but it can't mend a broken heart.. Only love is the cure for a broken heart... You can be busy all you want but it doesn't help... Listenig to the Noori song BOL again... It kinda makes me feel better.. I think this is my song currently... It lyrics makes me feel at peace.. I know ive posted its lyrics before but im just gona do it again... And round things off...

Saye Thay,
Parchayioon Mein Kiyoon Mein Khoya,
Tarey Thay,
Andheron Mein Kiyoon Mein Roya,

Dil Ray.. Dil Ro.. Anjane rahi Bolay.. Dil De.. Dil Kho,
Roti Meri Akhiyaan Bolein, Bastay Hein Dil Mein Roag,
Deewana Dil Bas Itna Bolay, Sun Yaar Bol Ab Dil Kay,
Bol... Man Re, Sun Lay Yara Bol... Man Bol, Dil Tu Ga Ray..
Ye Aahein Sun Yara Chupti Nahi Is Dil Mein,
Sun Saathi Sun Yara Basti Nahi Is Dil Mein,

Dil Yara Bolay Mera Jag Say Na Darna,
Phoolon Ki Kaliyoon Say Natay Jor,
Dil Yara Mera Phir hi Hai Akela,
Lagay Nahi mera Man Is Oarh,

Dil Ray.. Dil Ro.. Anjane rahi Bolay.. Dil De.. Dil Kho,
Roti Meri Akhiyaan Bolein, Bastay Hein Dil Mein Roag,
Deewana Dil Bas Itna Bolay, Sun Yaar Bol Ab Dil Kay,

Bol... Man Re, Sun Lay Yara Bol... Man Bol, Dil Tu Ga Ray..
Ye Aahein Sun Yara Chupti Nahi Is Dil Mein,
Sun Saathi Sun Yara Basti Nahi Is Dil Mein...

A Dark Silent Grave..

A DARK SILENT GRAVE...

A turning point came in my life,

Dark, very dark and so very quiet,
As if nobody could hear me,
Restless and keen I was, to,
Know what's wrong, why I was,

Surrounded with infinite silence,
I wanted to scream but my voice was choked,
Languid I was, with no hope,
Escape I wanted but had no hope,
Not now, not again,
Tired and fatigued, but couldn't move on,

Groan in agony, as emotions melt from my heart
Result was in tears, leaving my eyes,
Although I loved silence,
Voices but I now wanted for sure,
Eager, bolstering words from my loved ones

-illusiOn~

P.S( Maverick thank you so much for help and you know what i wrote it keeping you in mind, imagining you and myself off course)
P.S.S( Its dedicate to me and maverick exclusively) heheh

WL Movie Caption Contest 09 - NOW LIVE!

THE WL MOVIE CAPTION CONTEST 2009

CONTEST IS NOW OPEN

THE RULES:

1. This contest is open to members and non-members of the Writers' Lounge.

2. To be eligible for a prize, the participant must be a permanent resident of India.

3. Captions can be in Hindi/English with a word limit of 20 words (max).

(Deadline for submission: 1 June 2009)

4. Of all received entries, top 5 will be chosen by online voting at the Writers' Lounge in the week commencing 1 June 2009 (voting will end on 6 June 2009).

5. The final two winners will be chosen from the voted top 5 entries after they are judged by Bhargav Saikia and Raghav Ramaiah.

6. Final winners will be announced on 10 June 2009.

7. The decision of the judges/online voters will be final and binding.

8. The best entry will receive two DVDs (Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge and Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye!) and the second best entry will receive a DVD of Dev.D.

9. All prizes will be delivered via HomeShop18.com or FutureBazaar.com

Note: If any non-resident Indian wishes to participate, they are welcome to do so. Based on their entries, they will be awarded special badges.

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Silence !

A beautiful Sunday morning!

The sky was slightly overcast with dull grey tufts of clouds.Mariel admired the sudden romantic mood of nature,while getting into the front seat of her rickety car.The poor thing was more than two decades old.It was almost on the verge of giving up,after long years of hard labour and rough handling.As Mariel settled in her seat,fixing her seat-belt ,she noticed David (who was on the wheels) murmuring something in his characteristic tone.

Not wanting to ruin her cheerful mood,she asked him gently,

"What is it,Davy?"

"Nothing.I am just sick of this old car.Want to get rid of it as soon as possible,but why would you care to help me? I am at a loss to understand why don't you just let me dispose it off?" he answered in an authoritative manner.

"Oh! Come on, love.You very well know how much this poor thing means to me,to us! It was in this very car,that we brought our newborn Mary to home from the maternity clinic.It is special for both of us! Isn't it?" She replied in a soothing tone.

"Yeah,yeah.I know.Thanks for reminding me time and again." His voice became softer,as he reached out for her hand,and gently placed his over hers.

Neither of them spoke a single word for the next few minutes.It seemed as if both of them were lost in their treasured memories.Then,just as they were about to reach the airport,David broke the unsettling silence,saying

"Lovely memories,aren't they?"

"Oh! Truly cherishing and simply unforgettable" she answered in a matter-of-fact manner.

He continued further,"Do you remember,how much Mary adored this car as a child? See,these lovely bells were hung by her,when she was just ten." He said,pointing towards the wind chimes,that werehanging on the rear-view mirror.

She reached out to caress them with her wrinkled hands, and said,

"It seems as if time just flew away.One moment,she was our beloved,little girl who couldn't imagine to stay away from us even for a minute,but now she has been living her life all by herself ,for the last 6months in her university hostel. Away from you,from me.Away from Us." At this moment stream of tears flew down her cheeks,as she continued,

"You know why I can't afford to part with this rickety car? Its because,somehow it keeps me connected with the nostalgic memories of my beloved daughter! Though I can't aford to keep her with me all my life,atlaest I can derive some amount of solace,by treasuring a few of her childhood memories through this dumb and good-for-nothing car! We brought her Home in This!" Just then,she felt his left hand on her drooped shoulder,gently caressing it.

This sweet gesture conveyed his silent approval of her heartfelt decision.Wiping away her tears,with an incipient smile on her wrinkled face,she said mockingly,

"See,you made me cry yet again and,the tears ruined my eye make-up! Now would you mind lending me your prized hankerchief,so that I could fix up my make-up?"

Without uttering a single word from his mouth,he passed on his crisp,white hankerchief to his lady-love,and smiled back.

They enjoyed the rest of their journey,in an air engulfed in a beautiful silence!

My Never

Kabhi Kabhi mayray dil main khayal aata hai......
Key jaisey tujh ko banaya gaya hai mayray liye....
Tu ab sey pehley sitaroun main bas rahi thee kahein...
Tujhey zameen per bulaya gaya hai mayray liye....

My playlist has gone mad today, my mind is so numb at the moment, drugs are doing wonders, no pain no stress, but when am so numb all i can think about is you. I wasn't missing you, yes its a lie, but who cares you are above all the existence of me. I wonder in the distant lands just to forget who i am and who you were for me. But MEMORIES, MOMENTS, THOUGHTS, MUSIC they all just make me remember you so much. I lived a whole life with you, time was long enough for me to live a whole life. You were my existence, that now when you are gone my existence is yet another question !

Bolo naah, Bolo naaaah....
Tayra mayra pyar hai key nahi....
Bolo naah
Tayra mayra pyar hai key nahi...
Ankhoun sey ankhein mila key....
Bolo naah
Jawaab doh mayray sawal kaa...

I say someday I'll forget the color of your eyes, the sound of your voice will be unfamiliar.... Someday I'll forget that I once loved you, the feelings will have faded, someday I'll forget... But thats so untrue another lie which has no need to be told but yet i say, i say that i'll forget you, coz i want to move on, i am moving on... I have found so many people which i like, not love but liking someone is the first step... Ankhoun sey ansoo piye hontoun pey tayra naam liye... Aaj raat bhi neend naa aaye gi ! Another night for me to remember you, for me to be more numb and high at the same time in your love. How can a person fall so in love with someone that he forgets everything around, even the people who care about him ? Then i say again.... That i'll forget.... forget everything we had... and still have, the way we still talk to each other, why does it still have feelings ? I just don't get it....

Badle raaste jharne aur nadi,
Badli deep ki timtim,
Chedhe zindagi dhun koi nayee,
Badli barkha ki rimjhim,
Badlengi rituyein adaa,
Par mein rahungi sada,
Ussi tarah teri bahon mein baahein daalke,
Har lamha, har pal...

The way you blush when you think of me, the way I smile when I remember your words, the way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you, the way I wanna go to bed early just so I can dream of you... The way I wanna hold your hand, the way I write your name on my books while i am studying, the way I wish I shared every moment with you, the way my heart beats faster and the way I feel when I imagine you with me... Yes i'm just like every other guy, who's ever wanted to be held by someone else and I'm just like every story, hoping for a love-filled ending.... But i know this ending won't ever come... but i still wait because I'm human too, and I somehow still feel, after all I've been through, I still feel love...

Hold me now
I'm 6 feet from the edge
And I'm thinkin
Maybe 6 feet ain't so far down

Maybe it isn't that bad loosing you, loosing what we have, coz the only thing which we lost is US BEING TOGETHER, but we did prove that nothing can finish the love, the care, the respect, the emotions we still have for each other... nothing can !! We're so close, yet so far, the distance between us, can't be measure, just by thinking of it, yes my heart does break, my legs do tremble... Yes i do become torn, twisted, petrified... When finally, finally, I did found someone so dear, so precious to me, YOU my love......Why did you have to perish from my sight? It's all like a dream. And I woke up too soon.

Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.

*Playlist going wild*

Hey you are still my strength, that keeps me walking. You are still the hope, that keeps me trusting. You still are the light to my soul. You still are my purpose...you're everything. YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING, and i'll never let you go... except at the moment when i would be commit to someone, someone who starts loving me, someone who does actually care for me, at that moment, i would completely belong to her, my heart, my soul, my loyalty, my trust, my devotion, my existence and even the reflection of my eyes would be only for her... BUT ...... you'll remain something for me which i have no words to explain, neither it is worth explaining, Because,

I'll ALWAYS LOVE YOU

I'll Forget

Someday I'll forget the color of your eyes, the sound of your voice will be unfamiliar. Someday I'll forget that I once loved you, the feelings will have faded, someday I'll forget.

P.S: Pls Do view BEYOND THE CANVAS for more cool things and writings

Yehi Bohat Hai.....

Mohabatoun main jo gham mila hay yehi bohat hai,
Wo rotay rotay yeh kah raha hai yehi bohat hai...

Agar woh shaks ab mera nahi hai to gham nahi,
Guzray dinoun main mera raha hai yehi bohat hai...

Koi zaroori nahi kisi ko main yaad aaoun,
Koi mujhey yaad aa raha hai yehi bohat hai...

Agarchay mayray khilaaf ghalat kaha hai laykin,
Yeh faisala is ney khud kiya hai yehi bohat hai...

Main apnay hissay ka hanss loun meri kahan yeh kismat,
Bas apnay hissay ka roh liya hai yehi bohat hai...

'_'

Lost

I've some how lost myself
Haven't a clue where to look
I've searched every place
even under the bridges I've burned

I'm always numb now
No feelings inside
If you look close within me
you will see all has died

I was once a happy person
with so much to give
Now I'm an empty shell
with no hope to live

Maybe someday I will find myself
hidden far away
For now I will live like this
until time has it's say


Do visit BEYOND THE CANVAS

DREAMING ATTROCIOUS ATONEMENT

From within the silent shores
comes a screaming call
from a voice well known
An attention captured!

In the stormy night
where thunder roars
A sudden spark lits
The darkness broken!

Recalling my memories
looking back to shadows
That staring broken gaze
A story re-opens!

Some unanswered questions
certain unaccepted answers
two confused blazing eyes
Their sad spark noticed!

Drops of mist, the dew in them
falling upon me through my soul
A dusty wind blows a flash
Some vision fades into illusions!

Retracing the paths of past
falling back I shatter apart
encountering a painful truth!
A mirror witnessed!

I often doubt If I'm worthy
of what I had been blessed of
Confessing to my heart
A Dream concludes half way!

- Pulkit tiwari
(13th march , 01:27)

NOTES - I had always been hesitant to share any visual philosphical poetry at any public meduim right from childhood but have written ample ammount of strange verses, whose actual sense I believe that only I understand! In short they are poetic blunders but some mystifying words and nothing more... this one seems to be just one more like that! :D . mirror metaphor. is the key to this poetic piece actually!

ts a poem based on a dream... where i saw myself... drenched in rain...on a cold night... standing in a lonely foggy street....
suddenly a voice comes and i turn around... i feel i have heard it...i see two eyes in the dark corner of street.... i see sadness in them...i see red tears in them... and then i see that its shinking hard on me,...i go close... and when i reach the end of street...in the end is nothing... but a mirror....
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its was me...those eyes were mine,that voice was mine,that sadnedd was mine... i witnessed a mirror... it was attrocious... which means cruel...as i saw myself in a very sad broken shattered state... it had atonement... which means "pashyataam in hindi", meaning regret.... about something...i become awake and dream breaks....thats the end of poem
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now see the pic again.... in the blog with the poem...ul understand the whole poem

(READ MORE FROM ME - @ POETIC CRIES OF INTERPERSONAL EXPRESSIONS )

Cares

Its gud to care for people
more than to be in love,
coz cares you give to many
but your love is for only one.
you can care for all you can
its even so easy to do,
you can always care for all
who bother to care for you.
to listen with patient ears,
to encourage you for each try,
to make you smile and cheerful
when all u want is to cry.
you got a friend for lifetime,
when you both shared the cares
it will keep you bonded always,
even if the person is not there.

MY FRIEND..!!!

you have come through my way
as the angel of the milky way
with candle of light
to make my life bright

you are the beauty of the music
charm of the twinkling stars
you are my pretty Barbie doll
loved my one and all

true friendship is seen through the heart
and that is where you are
friend, you are the angel in disguise
so sweet and nice

you are the first ray of the silent dawn
simply to say, you are the princess of the day
if i had to pay anything for you
i will pay everything for you
LOVE YOU FRIEND...!!!

hello Loungers...this is my first poem that i ever wrote...hope you all like it...!!!
I am away till 27th this month...Miss you all...!!
between, i have my posts scheduled in my Land Of Dreams....please check them out..!!!

Till then, Bye family...Miss you all..!!!

The Decision

Best friends from high school to now... Me and Cecil...

We shared, we laughed, we fought, we copied, we lied, we were great friends...

And now he loved...Eva... the love was mutual...

The problem.... I've grown a huge crush on her...

I can't act normal around them nowadays. I space out , I act awkwardly , i make lame jokes....

So i decided a simple solution...Run and Hide... I kept my distance from them...

And he noticed... ofcourse he would...

Cecil "How have you been nowadays ?? haven't seen you in a while da..."

Me "I'm pretty good...been busy with seminars da..I f@#king hate seminars..."

Cecil "Hmmm...yeah I know...So, why are you avoiding me ?? "

Its very... Cecil...always on the money...direct to the point...

Me "what...?? no...." I lied...

Cecil "We've been friends for what?? 7 years now... I can tell da....you've been staying away.. and frankly i'm worried...."

Me "Nothing like that da...just been busy and lazy...will come to your place by tonight.. "

Cecil "Don't try to act normal...Does this have something to do with Eva ?? "

Oops.... he knows ??

I was speechless...

ewwww...Pause.... Awkward silence...

He was the first to speak....

Cecil "You don't like her ?? "

I was still silent...

Cecil "She is a great girl da... I've never felt this way with any other girl... You'll grow to like her..."

Yeah...thats been the problem... I 'like' her a little too much...

Cecil "Come around the block by evening da... street guys are having a cricket match... Don't worry... she won't be there... we'll eat somewhere out... "

I just made an uneasy smile guaranteeing my presence there...

I reached home and exercised my thoughts... Me and Cecil... Had a lotta great moments together...

And now our friendship seems to be at the edge... cause I'm being all 'lovey-dovey' over his girl and can't get over it... But this thing , whatever it is...is rocking our friendship....

Giving up my love (or whatever it is) is certainly gonna hurt me... but Cecil will always be there to help me through... But losing him... will ... I dunno... I didn't even want think about it... I will irrevocably lose a huge part of me which i've cherished for a long time...

I've made my decision...

P.S - Been writing only dark content lately.... So just a simple post on Friendship in a lighter mood...Hope its good... :-)

Ciao,

Arun Kumar - My Life-As I Know It

Readers' Choice Awards - Terror Fridays

Hello Family,

Please start voting for the best entry under the label Terror Fridays in the comments section of this post. Terror Fridays label had 17 posts.

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Now the results of LOL Thursdays.


Best Prose
Sandeep's Celebrity Marriages Series (5 votes)
Runner Up Best Prose
Arjun's Midnight Outing (3 votes)

Best Poetry
Hashan's Macchar (7 votes)
Runner Up Best Poetry
No one (ab Hashan ko kaun takkar de sakta tha?. ;) Hugs Hashan!)

*Results are purely based on your votes here

Happy Lounging!!

~Kajal~

Me and my friends :)

so, today is Saturday. The day dedicated to friends :)

I have always believed that you never need words to explain your love for others.
but i would say it explicitly today,
I love you all!

I love my co-founders, my co-admins (priyanka included) so much that it is beyond the grasp of words to explain! and the members here, from whom I learned as much as i could, who'd brighten up my day :) who'd encourage me to write and to share my feelings! who'd let me be the saner me, and i survived! right now, i am so overwhelmed by emotions that it is not even becoming coherent - i apologies for the gibberish :)

I have also read that you should never explain, because those who care will never need it, and those who don't care - well why would you explain to people who dont care in the first place :)

so, I took the easy one, the non-explaining bit :)



with bestest of wishes, love and prayers!
always yours,
asbah.

TRUE FRIENDSHIP

Sometimes in Life, you find a special friend;

Someone who changes your life, juz being a part of it.

Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop it;

Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in this world.

Someone who convinces you that there really is an

unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.

This is true friendship!

FRIENDSHIP GALLORES - 1

CHORDS OF MY GUITAR trying to PLAY....
"yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai....
ye na ho toh kya phir...
bolo ye zindagi hai....."

What
is
friendship?
A bond of
Trust purely divine
Two sitting on with a glass each
But still fighting to have a sip from the other's wine
dimming one's self for other to shine
a sincere effort
of making
the other
yours
“mine”

Hear me sing this for each one of you.....My new friends here at louge!

Knowin' you can always count on me
for sure
that's what friends are for...........In good times
And bad times.............I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for


(pic from the diary)(February - 2007, School ended two years ago but still It seems like a couple of days gone by..
this Is me and Sahil on our farewell )

-
(POETIC CRIES)

The Parting Words!

We met, joined hands

shared our lives,

became a part of them,

and now its time, to bid adieu.

We made memories,

filled the photo albums,

shared our darkest secrets,

giggled over cups of coffee,

exchanged friendship bands,

laughed and cried together,

and now its time, to bid adieu.

We held hands,

cuddled beside each other,

wiped each other's tears,

brought smiles to our lives,

made them all the more,beautiful

and now its time, to bid adieu.

We stood by each other,

through the sickest of circumstances,

sailed through the rough times holding hands,

arrived at the threshold of womanhood,

and now its time, to bid adieu.

We stumbled over at times,

nursed each other's words,

learnt from such mistakes,

made silent moves together,

towards a better tomorrow,

and now its time, to bid adieu.

We weaved dreams,

rectified our faults,

mended the broken hearts,

meant the world to each other,

celebrated the times of our togetherness,

and now its time, to bid adieu!

Nightmare!!!!!

Sarah was running along the sea shore as she spotted a group of rogues chasing her.She removed her high heeled shoes so that she could accelerate her speed.She was already tired after attending the business forum.She was feeling thirsty.She turned back to see if the fiends were still following her.There was no one in sight for miles. She tried calling Vicky,her boyfriend.The phone line was busy.
Probably this was the worst nightmare in her life.It was 1.45 am and she was famished.Soon,her phone was out of charge.She was helpless.
And of sudden,she could hear someone screaming and screeching.She turned around to see who it was.
A group of thugs slaughtered a young man by cutting him into peices.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,"Sarah screamed.

"Abhey sale STE,channel change kar yaar boring movie hai re,terror naam ki koi cheez hai ,"Sandeep said to Ste.

"Chal Fashion TV laga,let me see supermodel Alek Wek," he added.

Ste soon changed to channel number 46 and they both watch Ftv.
They were devoid of something that was going to happen.Reporter Sarah was sitting next them, whom they had just seen on a TV channel.

It's her......

12 O' clock.....

Bedroom......

"Tring Tring....."

Will was deep asleep.....

He ignored the call.....

"Tring Tring......"

Again the phone sounded......

It was a call from an unknown number.......

Will placed his mobile over his ears.....

"Hi darling how r u???

Will was shocked nd woke up completely his face pale with fear.....

"It can't be",Told Will in a low voice.....

"It's me dear...... Am waiting by ur door...... open up.....",told the lady in the phone......

Will got up from his bed...... His feet were cold.....

He had goose flesh all over his body......

He sloely got down the stair.....

Fear traversing through his spine.....

His whole body trembling.....

The cold breeze added to his fear.....

He opened the door.....

There was a faint figure by the door.....

"How r u dear???",Asked the figure.....

Will suddenly woke up from his dream with tachycardia and sweatingg.....

he has been repeatedly gettin dreams of his dead wife coming to life again......

*Her last thoughts*

I am Drowning
Drowning in your love
Drowning because once I loved you
Drowning because
I want this love in my heart to end!

It was easy
For you to say
It was mere attraction
I broke all the ties
I had with my loved ones
Just so that, your love
I don't miss a fraction!

In this watery grave, I sink slow
This moment is my last
That love in me refuses to die
I shall come back to you
You are my thoughts
As I now breathe my last...

P.S.: I don't know if it goes well with the theme. Just give it a read even if it doesn't.

Image Courtesy

She..

He was sitting there like he used to be.. waiting.. waiting for her to appear .. It was 9:00 p.m .. She loved coming late making him wait for her .. . All of a sudden his cell rang on the other hand he heard his friends, Ammad's worried voice;

What he heard made him startle and with a pain in his heart he gave his head in his hands..

-illusiOn~

P.S( an awful attempt.. sorry guys)

Readers' Choice Awards - Lol Thursdays

Hello Family,

You can start voting for the best entry on 'LOL Thursday'. It's very delightful to know that LOL Thursday had 25 entries.

Your votes should be written in the comments section of this post.

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Now the results of 'Teary Wednesdays'.

Best Prose

Bruised Innocence by Kajal (8 votes)

Runner Up -Best Prose

She Lives I Died by Comfortably Numb (2 votes)

Best Poetry

Dear Mom by Aarthi (4 votes) and

My Unfinished Masterpiece by Ms R (4 votes)

Runner Up - Best Poetry

Is It Easy to Forget by Pretty Me (Prats) (2 votes)

*The results are purely based on your votes here

Happy Lounging!!

~Kajal~

I fear ....

F.E.A.R ... you know this word itself should be feared.its all in the mind.. that's how it can cripple even the strongest of hearts and bravest of souls. Gladly i am none of the mentioned species ... so i can fear a lot of things, i can cry for a lot of reasons, and i can be mad for a lot of reasons...

I fear myself... yes, i am my biggest enemy.. I fear my failures. They make me lose faith in everything ! I fear success. It takes me way from so many things. I fear my enemies. They give me spooky dreams most days. I fear my friends. They make me possessive and insecure. I fear darkness. I heard all dark times are sucker for your joys. I fear day. It exposes secrets to the world. I fear hatred. It kills you. I fear being in love. It kills your heart and soul before leaving. I fear life. Its cruel to you. I fear death. Its cruel to ones who love you.

I read somewhere "Better dear than fearful" !! What a noble thought... That's when i decided to die.



So here i am,on the terrace of my apartment. An empty wine bottle rolls along the length of the roof,resting along the wall. Wall ... oh I always wanted to walk on this wall but you never let me .. Today i will not stop... Its my last day after all...

The city is a blaze even in the darkest of night. But its peaceful here. No horns, no human chatter.. just me on the wall.. spreading my hands to fly ! A tear rolls down my cheek, i whisper to the winds, "I miss you". and i turn to walk on the wall. I lose my senses with each step, but i don't fall. I know you are holding me . I can feel your hands in mine, like old times. And as i come down, i feel your eyes bore into my heart. I cry standing there, I beg you to let me die. Am so miserable without you ... no one to trust, no one to love, no one to protect, coz you are so high above !

Its then i feel so warm, i can not hold anymore ... I pick up the cold knife .. My last resort, my last wish... i cut myself on both wrists. I lie gazing at the stars, singing your favorite lullaby loudly. Then all went dark for a minute.. followed by blinding light. I step into your arms.. wonder if i knew you were waiting for me all time. I kiss your lips passionately as you hug me so fondly.

Minutes later we part, not by choice but by some unknown force. I return to my bleeding body, surrounded by my family. I hear the ambulance in few minutes. Oh! they will save me again.

I hear my mom crying "Why does she want to die ? Its the third time in a month!!"

I smile coz only i know this feeling. Its the only way i feel you near me. Its the only way I think i have control on my life. Its something i will do again .. very soon.....

FEARY FRIDAYS - SYNOPSIS OF FEAR - 1

It is as much Inside me ,
As It is in most of you all!
Acceptance or denial wont change the fact that we all are afraid... Afraid of failing Afraid of losing it all... sometimes Afraid of being us!

But U know what... When I think about it now, I feel that...

It is better to be afraid of things... rather then... Engraved and suppresed symptoms of fear as I belive... They are far far more painful Then simply allowing the acceptance of your fears...

THINK ABOUT IT!

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POETIC CRIES OF INTERPERSONAL EXPRESSIONS

Adventures of Inspector Balan - Terror Friday special series.

(Inspector Balan in Civil dress.Picture taken at Water Kingdom where Al Waquadi Activist Rakhib Hashan was hiding .)

"Ganpatrao,tyala bolva re Bala," Inspector Balan ordered constable Ganpatrao Thombre to get Rakhib Hashan,the Al Waquada terrorist.

"Kutte ,Doggie ,My boss won't leave you,"Rakhib said to Inspector Sandeep Balan.
"You will have to answer my boss 'Okama win Modem',and I am sure he will taste your blood," he added.

"Blood my foot,Let me taste Rasna mango flavour ,"Inspector Balan took a sip of the mango juice.

It was very tasty and Inspector Sandeep Balan wanted to drink more.
But at the mean time,Rakhib grabbed the revolver from Ganpatrao Thombre and soon placed the gun over Inspector Balans forehead.

"Ila Al Izqak Ali Uazal Kiya Hayin mearj kahsyue." He screamed .
He was very happy and dancing.The Inspector was aware of this,but he pretend to act.Inspector Balan was a big fan of Mithun Chakraborthy.He performed the infamous pelvic dance .By doing this , Inspector Balan took the gun from the terrorist.He shot him at 5 different places on his body.At his last few minutes,Rakhib Hashan said something that did not shock Inspector Sandeep Balan.

"You are dea d.My boss 'Okama win modem' won't leave you,count your days," and Rakhib closed his eyes.

Inspector Balan was still sucking the mango juice from the rasna bottle although there was nothing in it.

(Will Inspector Balan escape the mights of 'Okama win Modem' or will he sip Mango juice?, we will be back)

One Bullet Is All That It Takes..!!

Room No. 301

He flash opened his eyes, as he heard a distant silencer of an idle motorbike. Turning over on his bed, he craned his head to catch a glimpse through the little window of his dim lit room. Pitch darkness, a far away and the only illuminated street light was all that his eyes could gather. His wrist-watch reminded him that the sun would rise in just about two hours. The sound of the motorbike diminished into silence: a scary silence. Charlie could hear his shaky, heavy breath. He could feel his heart pacing up and down. He closed his eyes to calm himself but in vain, as he heard human movements outside his door in the corridor. He locked his lips tight in trying to mute his breath. He browsed through his pockets for his revolver, with leaking hopes. The revolver was lost the day before, he knew it. Three… two…one…. “Knock knock” his door was knocked. Charlie said to himself, pressing his eyes- “They are here…Help me God…. They are here..”




Room No. 302 >

‘Deal Agreement, Mr. Vinod, VV & Co.’ Mr. Vinod couldn’t believe his eyes scanning through those words in the ‘Agreement papers’. He couldn’t help smiling. As if talking to the dark sky outside his window, he said- “ The sun has already risen in my life. You still have two hours of darkness.” He realised that the sun would be setting back home in India at that point of time, grabbed his cell phone, hit the numbers on them as his lovely wife greeted him on the other side- “Congrats dear. Got the news. I’m preparing sweets.”

“Love you dear. What’s a sweet if it’s not you Ani?” his smile almost touched his ears.

“ Oh come on ya. Waiting for you. Another 8 hours and you will be here. Just can’t wait baby.”

“Yeah. And hey, what’s my kitty doing?”

“She’s watching cartoon on tv. Hey can’t you reach here faster than 8 long hours?”

“Awee.. Love you baby. I’ll run even in the flight and reach soon. Don’t worry.” He joked as they cut the call.

Vinod, stood by the window, the soft carpet beneath him, the sky clearing, as a weak moon showed itself between the rolling red clouds. The silence was broken with a sudden thud on his door. It took him a long ten seconds to realise the sound and then hurried to the door, peeped through the view-finder but found no one. As though his brain was resting, he motioned his hands, reached the latch to open the door not realising that he was about to commit the biggest mistake of his life.


Room No. 301

Charlie, who didn’t respond to the door knocks, freezed to discover that the locks were being jimmied using foreign substances. He literally felt his blood rush inside him as he found his head go blank. It took two minutes for the door to be flung opened, thereby exposing two white men wearing black caps, holding a revolver each. They were revolvers fitted with silencers, making them appear longer than normal. Charlie, as a last resort, leapt out of his bed and tried to speed out into the corridor and it took no time for those huge men to grab him and let out a shot. The bullet pierced through his palms as it began colouring the carpet red. Charlie, acting entirely on his reflexes, stood and dragged himself as he covered some distance in trying to break away. Within no time he received another shot, on his shoulder this time, ripping off the upper part of his shirt along with a lump of skin. The uncontrolled running doubled with the gun shot led him crashing straight into another door : Door No. 302.

Vinod drew the latch and the door gave way, exposing him straight to the back of a wounded man (Charlie). Standing face-to-face to Charlie were two hugely built white men, with revolvers and sprinkled blood stains on their faces. One of them, with a forceful voice whispered, as he pointed his revolver into Charlie’s chest- “ You think you can get away?? Go to hell” and bhoom. The relatively silent bullet hit Charlie straight on his chest thrusting his body right into Vinod’s arms. Vinod, who, in a state of shock withdrew his hand allowing the body to drop vertically down over the soft carpet.



Mr. Vinod, the Founder of VV & Co., there he was facing straight into two gunmen, fresh murderers. His worst fears came alive as the hand with the revolver raised once again, this time Vinod’s chest the target. “No Evidence, no bullshit please. Sorry” said a voice, as the bullet sped and ripped apart a pure chest. The thud lifted his legs above the ground, dropped identically beside the dead Charlie. The air gushed out of him, the heart stopped as he breathed his last.

Certainly the sun was setting back home in India as the sun rose over Vinod’s dead body.

Suicides Have No Coffin...

A bullet through his head...thats how it all ended...

Puncturing the cranium , Lacerating the meninges and grey matter....finally disintegrating 'her memories' from the core of his hippocampus .... 

His story is simple and uncomplicated...

He loved her... She didn't ....He stalked her ... She humiliated him.... He was crushed ... He found solace in his pistol....

Alone in the dark ... he woke up... feeling cold and wretched... separated from his anatomy... but still married to the memories of her... He thought he had fenced off her memories by putting his heart to rest... but now he is more merged with her memories than ever being amalgamated with his soul... he couldn't free himself of the pain in his heart... he smiled... does he still have one ?? 

He wandered hopelessly on all the streets of his dear little town....crossed states... crossed borders... trying to find his portal to hell...

Time passed....

He ran-out of streets to wander... finally found his way home... he was still muddled with thoughts of her... he knew he must face her... to absolve himself of her thoughts... 

He reached the street , he liked the most... her home in it... where in the park bench , once he always sat , waiting to see her face... waiting for yet another humiliation... during his mortal days...

Gates and doors couldn't stop him now... he reached her room... 

There lay his angel... still strikingly beautiful and pale... naked and safely confined in another man's arms... He never has had such a rush of pain and anger even during his mortal days , even when she rejected him , even when she humiliated him... as if the inner core of his soul was burning... He couldn't take it anymore...

He gave a deafening cry... and with his cold , stabbing hand... pierced her pale torso and squeezed the heart which he once loved so dearly... 

PS - Hope its good ... :-)

Ciao,

Arun Kumar - My life - As I know it

THERE NEVER BEFORE..!!!

A sudden thunder woke me up and I could feel the cool breezes flowing outside. I switched on the light but there was no power. I was afraid of the darkness, adding to it were different sounds heard from outside. I managed to get up and move out from my room, but nothing was seen except the darkness.

I counted my steps, was a pass time when I was alone, and went to the candle stand that was standing near the staircase that leads to the main living room. I lit the candles and took one of it by hand and carried it to my parent’s room. The way was all dark with a small light, but still I found it different now. The paintings on the wall were different; the furniture is changed. It seems like everything changed with just a power cut.

I knocked my parent’s room but there was no answer. I thought they were still sleeping and so opened the door myself. I could not see the room properly as the candle light was not just enough. When I managed to see, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My parents were not there.
I was shocked and couldn’t think about what was happening. In that colossal building I was alone and moreover, I didn’t know where my parents were. I couldn’t stop the tears rolling down my eyes.

I went back to the living room with the same candle in my hand, but couldn’t think of any place where I could find my parents. While this was squeezing my brain, I observed that the objects in the living room are all scattered. The fear rose in me and I was unable to move. Suddenly the candle blew off.

I wanted to shout for help, but couldn’t do it because of the fear that blocked my throat. I wanted to call my father’s mobile and so got up from the sofa and started moving to the phone that’s there near the stair case. On my way, something struck my foot, I was taken aback.
It was a wet palm and when I shook it, the sound of the bangles tensed me. I couldn’t think whose it was but was having lots of doubts in my mind. I then again started counting my steps back and went in the way of the other candle stand and lit one candle. I hurriedly brought it to the place I was standing a moment before, I could see my mother’s sari with some red stains, and I then hurried the candle to the face. This made the candle get blew off once again.

I went back to the place I got it and lit it once again, this time I could feel my heart beating very hard, and my hands were shivering. I went back to the old place, to see who it was.

The light was just on to the face, by then I was almost confirmed that it was my mom but still wanted to assure. When the light was getting on to the face, my phone rang.

Then I realized this was all a dream.

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PS. I posted this at my blog already.....but found it goes with the theme today...so posted it again..!!! If the admins feel that i broke the rules, they are allowed to delete it...No issues..!!
Thank you..!!!

Brutal Love.......

Shione had been dating Josh for quite sometime now, enough for her to be madly in love with him. They had always spent time outside amongst the hustle and bustle of the city. Both had dreamt of having a quiet corner all to themselves where they could share their special moments..

Today the day had come, she had invited him over for dinner. She had spent the entire day cooking a sumptuous meal for the two of them, doing up her house, the table, setting the crockery and cutlery to match the occasion, as perfect as she could get... Finally with an hour left before his arrival, she made sure that she looked her best. Donning the white dress, Josh had gifted her, she touched up her face, her face glowing with happiness..

The door bell rang. She rushed to her dressing table, took one last look at herself and when she was content ran to answer the door. Holding her breath, she opened the door. Josh was standing right there with a bouquet of red roses wearing a smile on the face. But there was something odd about his demeanour today, something which made her uncomfortable. Shirking her baseless thoughts, she took him by his arm and led him into the sitting room. She smelt alcohol in his breath and realized his walk wasn't steady, and so were her thoughts now..

She looked at him and asked, "Are you alright?" A devilsh smile escaped him while his eyes scanned her from head to toe crossing the lines of decency. She froze. She parted her lips to ask again and a thunderous blow came smashing on her rouge cheeks. She got thrown, her head landing heavily on the corner table. She flinched from the pain, felt warm, viscous liquid trickling down her forehead and her lips swollen. She felt her world quake, fear engulfing her..

Lighting a cigarette, he looked down at her and said, "My friend commented that you are the most beautiful woman and that he could have done anything to have you in his life. I wonder how many men have ogled over you? Only I own you. You shall pay the price to have made a place in the fantasies of other men." He exhaled a waft of smoke, allowing it to hang in the air. Alarm ran through her, her mind went berserk.

He pulled her up by her hair, she tried to scream, but the look in his eyes silenced her. He moved her face closer to his, inhaled another puff and smothered it on her face. His ghoulishness a darker tinge now. She tried to move, extricate herself from this monster, but all she could manage was catching the thin air. Before she knew, the cigarette butt had mapped her face charring her once supple skin. Muffled screams escaped through the searing pain. She found it difficult to breathe. The pain, the shock numbed her senses, taking away her strength to resist the madness, to fight. She kept staring at him, hundreds of questions queuing her mind, now reflecting in her eyes, hoping that he would just let her be.

He shuffled through the neatly set table and returned with a fork and before she knew what was happening, the prongs of the fork dug into the flesh of her arms, blood flooding her once white dress. She screamed loudly unable to bear the ruthlessness, she heard herself pleading to him, begging him to show her some mercy. He liked this part, the part of dominance, woman insubordination, he got a high now that he had enslaved her. She slumped back.. He finally left...

The blades of the ceiling fan slashing through this morbid silence, the room disheveled, all bespoke the violence..

Lying down in the corner of the room, floating in the pool of blood; she felt her confidence broken into a thousand pieces, self respect devastated, completely stripped of any emotion, ashamed of her inability to stand for herself..... The girl in her dead forever.. She gazed at this new found emptiness...

For Fear had a face now, fear that remain caged in her mind.... All because of "Love".

P.S: This is pure fiction. A first try at writing a story..

Sleep ..........

a reply to Hashan's post here

Sleep

Oh

human,

come to the

lands of all dark dreams;

where your worst fears will all come true,

and no one wakes up there,till you lose your soul to me

THE CURSE (Sneak Peek)

You saw it?? Congrats. You have been cursed. Go hide before your past comes to haunt you. There is no escape. Coz the evil resides in your eye. Amen!

This terror friday, rush for cover!!

The Last Visit

He turned imaginatively and found none! Where was she? He pinched himself and found he was awake. Was this a dream?

She came down from heaven, just to make his evening special – after all, she promised to be with him on their 25th anniversary – and she had come!

The train whistled – the journey was on.

Ashes Of The Wake !!

Dark
days
lead to
darker nights
I am awake with
black poetry,Frozen out of time
I need a sleep ,give me the sleep,the eternal sleep !!

Tortured soul !!

I am
a ugly demon
Don't trust my smile
Don't enjoy my touch
Don't walk my way
my teeth are like knives
my touch are like claws
my walk leads to hell
F!#k your hopeless world,
I am blacker than the black
living in agony
Tortured eternally
I am lost
My pain won't end
I have not died !!

Thursday

You guys check this vid out...

Have a ball!!!

Evolution!!

For all the curious souls, Arjun won Stelyn's heart with his proposal, "Oh meri 'mix n match'...aa..aaa...aaa...aaa...aaaja...marry me!!! I will show u Taj Mahal..!! Be mine". They tied the knot in a private ceremony. And they lived happily ever after.

Taking you back in distant past, post Marilyn's death, Ste went on and married Jennifer. They made a sizzling couple.

5 years later, they had a beautiful baby girl. They named her Stara. She got the best of both worlds from her illustrious parents. She inherited Ste's humour bone and Jennifer's beauty. When she grew up, she was the talk of the town. Such was her beauty that mirror would crack when she would pass by. She was an epitome of confidence and beauty. She is our very own Stara.

Meanwhile, Arjun and Stelyn had a baby boy. He resembled his mom and his gradfather so much that they decided to name him Stepotter, because Harry Potter craze was catching up at that time. Little did they know that Stepotter would actually end up looking like a clone of Harry Potter. He transformed into a handsome young man. Post his studies he moved to America for higher studies.

There in America, Stepotter happened to bump into Keira Knightley in one of the award functions. So mesmerized was he by her beauty that he would dream of her day in day out. As fate would have it, Keira bumped into him once again in a shopping mall. They have been bumping into each other ever since. Cupid struck and they tied the knot. They have a beautiful daughter named Stelly, who has taken WL by storm coz of her beauty. She is the perfect girl. What a lineage!! What genes!!

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CONTEST OF THE DAY: CHANCE TO CHANGE THE FAMILY TREE

Play the proposal game. Girls have to write a funny proposal for Stepotter and Guys have to write a funny proposal for Stara. Stephen would select the funniest responses and declare the winners. Arjun, you may divorce Stelyn and dive in as well..he he he. All yours....go down on your knees....pen down hilarious proposals. Lets sprinkle humour with love. Stara and Stepotter are waiting for you. You stand a chance to change the family tree :-)

All the best. Happy proposing :-)

Readers Choice Awards - Teary Wednesdays

Hello Family,

We are extremely delighted to announce that all of us here have actively participated in Teary Wednesdays Theme Based Writing. There were 25 entries under the label 'Teary Wednesday' which is a matter of great pride for the entire WL Family.

Now we request all of you to start giving your votes to the best prose/story and best poem under Teary Wednesdays, with a small description as to why you chose that particular entry. Votes have to be given in the similar fashion in the comments section of this post.

Click here for the link to all the entries under the label 'Teary Wednesdays'

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Now we shall declare the results of 'Love Laced Tuesdays' .

Best Prose -

'Sam's Paradox'* (6 votes)

Runner Up for Best Prose -

'Sandeep's My First Crush'* (3 votes)

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Best Poetry -

'Kajal's Feather Touch - A Silent Promise of Forever'*

(5 votes)

Runner Up for Best Poetry-

'Arun's Cupid's Lunatics'*(3 votes)

*Results are purely based on your votes here.

Some of you had voted for more than one posts under both poetry and prose category, so both the votes have been included.
It is requested that all of you label your posts according to the day's themes so that none of the entries are missed out while voting.

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Happy Lounging!!!

On behalf of the Admin Team of The Writers' Lounge

Kajal aka The Pink Orchid

Two Mosquitoes! :)

M 1- Dear, I am so lucky to have you in my life!
M 2- Really darling? Awww... :)
M 1- Today I want to sing a song for you!
M 2- Oh, that is so sweet!
M 1- *Clears its throat and sings* Aashiq banaya, aashiq banaya, aashiq banaya aapne...

M 2 dies on hearing that song. Any guesses why??

Just because that song was a HIT! :P

Ste vs Sandeep!

Pre-script: Ste is preparing for his examinations and Sandeep is at his usual best. He tries to irritate Ste and the result is this conversation.

Sandeep: Kya kar raha hai mere chhotey...?
Ste: Ghaans kaat raha hu!
Sandeep: Apni book ke saath ghaans kaat-ing?
Ste: Tu bol na re lambe tera kaam kya hai?
Sandeep: Chal bata java ke do naye versions kaunse hain...
Ste: Kya baat kar raha hai? Kaunse?
Sandeep: So simble, MarJava MitJava!
Ste: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

:P :P :P :P

P.S.: You'll be reading stuff like this the whole day guys! Pile up your frustrations and see me on gtalk! :P

Who's that gal???

Q:What do u call a girl who is cute, hot, intelligent, understanding, sweet, caring, not possessive, never jealous and a great cook???

Ans: A rumour......

Received this as a SMS......

SVH

Episode 7

"Huh?" Josh said..his jaws dropped open looking at her room. It was huge..about the size of his living room and bedroom together. It had a huge pink bed in the center. And the walls were baby pink in color. The others were just doors. So he couldnt guess what they were.

"Do you have a sister or something?" he asked shocked.

"Nope!" she replied happily moving around in search of the book.

"So...this..room...??" he stammered for words.

"Its all mine" she answered.

"Wow!!! I mean its totally cool. But then its all pink so umm..." he said.

"Hmm..its a girls room..and pink's my favorite color too." she said

"Well and it does suit you very well" he said moving closer to her. She was wearing a pink shirt and a white skirt. She looked like a doll with two ponies.

" You look pretty.." he said looking into her eyes

"Uh...."she stammered dazzled. "Thanks.." she said finally.

"Here's the book" she handed him her notebook.

"Wanna go for dinner tonight? Theres this new restaurant down the road." he asked doubtfully.

"Hmm....." she thought." Okies!"

"Well then see you at 7 outside your house." he said.

"Oh..okie. bye" she sad and closed the door.

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Knock knock..

Stella knocked at the door. She'd been there since five minutes but no one had come.

"Did he fool me or something? He's a moron" she said judging.

Then suddenly someone opened the door. She looked in her mid thirties. She was wearing a long night gown.

"May i see Justin" she asked doubtfully.

"Oh sure sweetie" the lady answered. "Jessie come on someone has come for you"she screamed

"Mom dont call me that. Whose come??" he asked coming running down the stairs. He saw Stella standing in the doorway. He was furious.

"Whyd you come here?" he asked her rudely.

"Well remember i was to collect notes from you and you gave me your address?" she asked

"No now please get out of here. " he screamed at her " Why d you come where you are not invited."

She was in tears. No one had ever shouted at her like that. She walked out wondering why she came. She decided "This is the end of it..im never looking at him again"

Justin ran up to his room and hit the bed. He cried. He'd never cried in his life. Why was he crying now?

"Man..it wasnt even her fault....why? Justin you are the rudest creature that existed" he scolded himself. "Poor girl..she was in tears...First go talk to her in the morning if she even looks at your face.."

Midnight Outing..!!

(Guys, writing after a long gap. Lost touch. But anyway (try to) enjoy it :) )

“Damn… These mosquitoes….. Dude, I'm not able to sleep at all.” Roshan almost cried.

“Think about your ex, think about the day you got your board exam results and the day your neighbour’s dog bit you…..” I went on like a ‘Reality Show’ judge..

“Shut up. Oh my god, you just ruined my night’s sleep.” Roshan sat up trying to forget everything that I had told him to recollect. He shook his head and continued- “Okay. Now tell me, how to get rid of these mosquitoes? Man, they come close to my ears and make stupid sounds.”

“You’ve got to take revenge on them man. Show them your man-ness.”

“But how??” Roshan said, though the ‘how’ was dragged so much that it sounded like a wolf’s howl.

I stood and marched to the cupboard to fetch my CD pouch, slipped out an audio CD from it and passed it on to Roshan- “Take this.”

“Latest Hits OF Himesh Reshammia?”

“Yup. What better way to take revenge on those mosquitoes uh??”

He kicked me hard after which he hurt his toe, howled like a wolf again and went back to his bed. I mean, any mad fan of Himesh would have done the same. All was well from my side, as eventually I had ended up irritating him more than those little useless mosquitoes.

An hour later……

I noticed Roshan sitting against me wearing one of those Shilpa Shetty’s fake IPL smiles. He growled - “You ruined my sleep you idiot.”

I returned a girlish smile, which pissed him off even more. He pulled my blanket out as if he was planning to strip me, but just said, rather ordered- “We are going for a ride. Get up.”

Cruising at a high speed, there we were, on the streets of Bangalore as the clock struck 2 in the morning. We rode along as the cold breeze tickled our ears, the silence around gave a becalming effect and the blood pressures raised with every turn he took. I yelled at him from the rear seat- “Ride carefully. I almost met god last time I sat behind you.”

“You are not on the pavement, so you are safe.” He yelled back.

I didn’t actually quite stab him but I was tempted to say – “Go to hell” but again, I was intelligent enough to hold it back realising the irony that it would present considering that I was sitting behind him.




Anyway, finally Roshan spotted the brakes and the bike was brought to rest. I realised that we had tripped 10kms in pursuit of a cigarette. His wafer-thin wallet had enough in it to afford a cigarette for him and a cool-drink for me. He gazed strenuously at me and enquired out of frustration – “When will you grow up?”

“I read about the evils of smoking, I gave up smoking.” I smiled.

“I read about the evils of smoking, I gave up reading.” He smiled.

I returned the stare like I had glasses slipping from the tip of my nose. He continued gazing at me, now like a devil with his face engulfed in smoke. I continued with my cool-drink, staring at the sky as he continued puffing away smoke staring at street dogs. Just as it was getting boring, a girl wearing pants which almost started from her thighs came by and asked Roshan- “What kinda' person are you?”

“Who? Me?” Roshan bulged his eyes showing excitement as he hid his tautness.

“Yes baby.” She smiled.

“I’m basically a diplomatic person.” Roshan replied in a way which reminded me of my class 10, slightly eccentric Maths teacher.

“If you think, completing your ‘diploma’ course is what is being ‘diplomatic’ then you are wrong you stupid.” I said clamorously busy staring at ‘nothing’.

The girl, an intelligent one I concluded, turned to me and asked me straight- “You want that stuff?” as she dug out a packet of a whitish powder from her bore well sized pocket. Roshan, who was aghast at seeing her with drugs, leapt on to the bike and threw it into ignition and rustled –“ Dude, come over. Fast.” I walked to the bike with one eye fixed to the girl ( like James Bond), said- “ Tell me if that powder doesn’t work, I have a CD of Himesh Reshammia’s latest hits” and off we went as Roshan played with the accelerator putting the lives of street dogs into jeopardy.

As we reached home, Roshan went into a mood where he sounded like a retired senior citizen, with his ears being fed with some ‘latest hits’ of those silly mosquitoes. He went on and on with his morality talks, which reminded me of a line – “If electricity comes from electrons does it mean morality comes from morons?” Anyway, that’s when I realised that there are worse things in life than death, spending an evening (sounds better than ‘night’) with Roshan.

SOILD STATE DEVICES AND CIRCUITS - SSDC - SEM -iii (ELECTRONICS ENGINEERING)

(Image - PROXY PALS - shishir singh and pranshu shukla )

thats a direct post from the pages of my Diary that I shared with my orkut friends long time back...

21st july 2008 - sem 3 starts, we three... me and my two frns(whose pic is with me in account) starts the class and here this SSDC proffessor enters... first question he puts up to me sitting on first row, "what was the intention behind ur choosing EC as branch?", i give a long reply in full proof stylo english about ambitions and aspirations of mine in electronics... then i notice that he hardly got clue of my vocab and was never listening after 20 seconds of my start of the reply..
then he makes a circuit... and places a battery, inverted as to what it was meant to be (in a CB configuration diagram) [ULTI BATTERY] what the hell? i stand up and ask the question and then he rubs the B OF CB and write E , it becomes CE.. and smiles and says i was just testing u all... (what the hell? half of the output circuit is still same, this is again a wrong diagram... ) then he goes on to dictate the theory and neither am i able to hear the clear pronunciation of his voice and nor i am sure if he is speaking the right thing.. then he questions me as to if i am trying to become oversmart after getting 68 in basic electronics(in first sem), dont know how he knew that? and then that horrible first lecture of SSDC ends.. i see the book and horrified at the tough diagrams, decides to voluntarily study it without any help from this hopleless teacher... to pass to learn and to get my frns pass... then....
in the rest of sem... things became from worse to worst...
this teacher was such a non dominating and totally confused fellow, people started clapping in his classes .... to make his fun and on top of this, u know what he kind of enjoyed this claping... and then in every next class of SSDC.. me makes a statement "jyada padoge toh jyada number aayengey" and :dus marks ka yeh question hai, samjhee!! dus ka dum" and me and my two frns (now from the last seat,, our usual destination) replying back to the teacher "WAH! kya pyaari baat kahi hai, SUBHANALLAH!" and then to follow up... "whole class would clap" .... look at this! and then now comes my record...

classes in the sem :
40
attended :
6
attendance present in :
36 (courtesy shishir singh(one who always use to say subhanallah! after my wah! , present in my account album,more than a frn to me in college, my voice, my strength, and in SSDC, my proxy)
where is me? ? usually in canteen in SSDC classes or if sitting(rarest of rare) then eating someone's tiffin in the last seat...!! and that too infront of teacher's eyes... now the result : studies SSDC always in the morning of exams, just learnt diagrams and working mein" one principle learnt and then ussi ko active and passive mein badal badal k ans ko lamba kar do" and then got 18,21,20 in 3 sessionals out of 30(and that too when i knew most of the questions before the exam,now dont ask how?
and then today attempted paper of 70 maks, might land up at 50 ... to 60 as usually i am very certain and write ans properly in external but bas back bach jaaye then i wont complain, that i have promised to myself... i am a contented human being as far as getting marks is conecrned/... so clear rahun hamesha! and PROUDLY class mein aisa hi behaviour rakhun... saumya and susheel(polite and sincere)... bas yahi wishes chahiya aap logon ki...

************************************************************************************* As I look back the diary... there is a smile on my face! got 42 In SSDC.... I remember this story cos yesterday in my second last exam of fourth sem I encountered the same prof of SSDC as the invigilator in a diffferent college!

- PULKIT
(ALSO BLOGS @ POETIC CRIES )

Lyrics Writer! :)

Pre-script: Bluey is trying to write the lyrics of a song. Greeny interrupts.

Greeny: Oye, kya kar raha hai tu?

Bluey: Gaane ke lyrics likh raha hu!

Greeny: Tujhe A B C D nahi aati aur tu lyrics likh raha hai? Huh!

Bluey: Accha, tujhe aati hai A B C D?

Greeny: Haan, aati hai!

Bluey: Toh bata ki A ke baad kya aata hai?

Greeny: A ke baad B... fir C... fir D!!

Bluey: Nahi!! A ke baad aata hai... A, kya bolti tu, A, kya main bolu! Huh! Bolta hai ki A B C D jaanta hai! :P

Greeny: Grrrrrrrrr!!

P.S.: Sorry guys, this was so bad!! Bear with it!! Lol...irritating you guys is fun too!! :P

The deaf one and a few others.....

The deaf one

He told her

"I love you"

She replied,

"My slippers are brand new"

And some others....

Don't worry about what people think. They don't do it very often.

I think , Therefore we have nothing in common

I've lowered my expectations to the point where they've already been met

Every One Has The Right To Be Stupid But You're Abusing the Privilege

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For more funny stuff visit the [link].

Murga ya Murgi

munna bhai:-are circuit bole to murga aur murgi me fark kaise karne ka hain?

circuit:-are simple hain bhai....Tension mat lo
ek patthar utha kar marne ka

bhaga to murga


aur bhagi to murgi.

Before & After!!

Before Marriage -

Roses are red, Sky is Blue,
You are beautiful, I LOVE YOU!

After Marriage -

Roses are dead, I have flu,
Don't get on my head, PAREY MAR TU!

P.S.: My first try! Hope you all like it! :)
For those who do not know punjabi, Parey mar tu means Get aside you! :P

Dramatic Verse!

One day in Prats' poetry class...

Prats :...So now you know the basic of rhyming. I want all of you to write four lines in verse form and bring it to our next class.

The next poetry class...

Prats : Ste, read out loudly what you have written.

Ste : Yes, Ma'am!

A boy was walking down the track,
The train was coming fast.
The boy stepped off the rail road track,
To let the train go past.

Prats : Not bad, Ste but you could have made it more dramatic. Sandeep, you try.

Sandeep : More dramatic...er...ummm...

A boy was walking down the track,
The train was coming fast
er...
The train jumped off the rail road track,
To let the boy go past.


Till the next time,
Rose

P.S. Sorry Prat Di, Ste and Sandeep "Dude"...couldnt help myself :P

aaj ka bikhari

bikhari:-sahab 120 rupaye de do .....bahut jarurat hain.

aadami:-120rs kyo chahiye tumahe...

bikhari:- me meri family se bichad gaya hun.

aadami:-kaha hain tumhari family.

bikhari:- samne PVR me picture dekh rahi hain

HOW TO KILL IT...!!!

Her: How do you kill a mosquito??

Him: Ah!! its a long process..!!!

Her: You have to tell...Its mandatory.

Him: OK...here i go..Steps below:

1.Catch the mosquito alive
2. Tie off its legs
3.Then Tickle in its stomach
4. when it laughs catch its mouth and pour a spoon full of poison

Saaala..paaka mar jayega...!!!

Her: (In anger) wah wah....wah wah..!!!

She stands up and slaps him hard...!!!

Him: Why did u slap me?? Was i wrong??

Her: (Showing the dead mosquito on his face) This is the best way to kill a mosquito..!!

Machchar -A wicked cinquain !!

I cought
the mosquito
who sucked my blood last night
Hanged ,punished but didn't get my
blood back !!

Lessons in Excellence VI

# For the earlier chapters of "Lessons in Excellence", click here

Prats: Subah se na ek kandha bika hai, na bika hai adha aloo.
Lounge: Subah se na ek kandha bika hai, Na bika hai adha aloo
Prats:Stephen bada chatur singh hai, Na samajhna usko lalloo.
Lounge Stephen bada chatur singh hai, Na samajhna usko lalloo..
Prats: Har ladki ki ankhon ka tara hai,rooh ka rooh-afza hai
Lounge: Har ladki ki ankhon ka tara hai,rooh ka rooh afza hai
Prats: Lounge ki jaan stephen, kitna achcha woh likhta hai
Lounge: Lounge ki jaan stephen, kitna achcha woh likhta hai
Prats: Baas ek buri aadat hai,
Lounge: Baas ek buri aadat hai,
Prats: Hafte mein woh sirf ek baar hi nahata hai.
Lounge: Hafte mein woh sirf ek baar hi nahata hai.


Prats: This style of poetry is called "let them know" poetry. It is used to motivate and "sudharofy" subjects on whom the poem is written. By putting things across in a subtle way and demanding a change of behavior. Helping the person on whom the poem is written improve. Invented in WL and made famous by student of some Balan guy.

Lounge: *Takes notes. Nod their heads & Look on with admiration*

Caught!!!!

Ram's mobile rings,"Pick up the phone darling....."

In the screen it was,"Wife.... calling....."

"hey dear wer r u???"

"Y r u not replying idiot???"

"Is ur idiotic dasd near u??? ok tell mm alone for wat i talk"

"mm"

"Do u love me???"

"mm"

"Shall v elope???"

"mm"

"Ur dad wil never accept our love..... let's just kidnap him nd make him accept our love??"

"Hello",a hoarse voice on the other end.....

She hung up the phone.....

It was Ram's dad......

Pity fellow his love was caught at home......

U al know wat will happen next......

Competition means, THIS!!!!

This is a hoarding Jet Airways put at a busy road in Mumbai (bandra road )

SEE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT...

AFTER A FEW DAYS ...

and FINALLY ....


the most happening....

Oops !!

1st day at work.
Boss Sandeep to Ste : welcome...Be good, you will be fine.
After a week.Ste to Boss Sandeep : Good morning Sandeep,How are you doing?
Sandeep(in black suit black tie) : Morning !..hey you must work hard.
After a month...Ste : Hello Sandeep!
Sandeep( white shirt,black tie..coat is at hanger) : You must Work very hard you know!
After a Quarter....( Ste tried to escape but found Sandeep in front of him): Hi
Sandeep( white shirt, tie is on head) :Can you hear me, you must work hard!!!
Ste: Yes..
Sandeep: Hmm.. meet me after lunch.
After lunch Ste goes to Sandeep's cabin : Hello, you called me after lunch.
sandeep: yes..take this new think pad..it will reduce your work by half.
Ste: Oh..great..Can I have two?

Mind power !

Wherever you go,you always find people who ll steal your valuable things. It can be your apartment,your office,the bus you travel daily,trains,even airports.The crooks are everywhere.You cant escape them.You cannot stop them.They will find you.Unfortunately, you are usually not able to find them and wonder who's the culprit.But they find you and your valuables almost all the time.

And then there are certain places where you are bound to leave yr valuables in public places, for eg while traveling in train,you dont want to carry yr suitcase everytime you feel like going to the toilet, or do you take it??The swimming pool and the temple are one such places where you have to leave yr footwear in a very vulnerable place.the swimming pool is worse coz u have to leave yr mobilephone too.

Thats why we come up with ideas.Ideas which we think will confuse the crooks.Ideas which will keep our valuables hidden away from the culprit's eyes.For eg at the temple you ll come up with the idea of keeping yr shoes and then covering them up with other's shoe. You feel confident that what kind of a person will come and checkout this heap of footwear and then steal away yr pair of reebok...??Or some people come up with the separation theory. What they do is keep the left one in one side and then the right one away from it.So that the criminal gives up searching for the other pair even if he/she finds the first one. Many a times the owners themselves get confused in finding their pair of footwear.



And then the best of all,which is used at swimming pools without lockers.You might have seen poeple who are very shy to remove their clothes when you see them inside the changing room. They are not shy bcoz you ll see them half-naked, with a big belly or anatomy that may not resemble a normal male's anatomy.They know you will have that oppurtunity to see them thay way at the swimming pool.Why they wait for you to leave the place or enter the bathroom?I ll tell you. What they do is after you leave the place is, they remove their shoes and then put their mobilephone inside the shoes and then go for the swim, thinking whose gonna check that place out?They think,what kind of a genius mind would penetrate this immortal fortress of security.They keep them deep inside the toes and then cover the heels with their socks that would keep the crook away even if he/she happens to come near the footwear. So what they do is enjoy the swimming and then if at all the thought crosses their mind... they would say " come on!!! My socks were smelly,I didnt wash them for a week,the crook wont dare enter inside the locker room,forget abt making contact with my footwear.... :D

I wonder what will happen if the phone starts vibrating inside the show and the shoe starts moving here and there and stops right next to a criminal who has a blocked nose... :D

The Divine Intervention

Samir had a break up again! It happens all the time.But this time it seems like it was not 31 or 41...but she was the one. He came back to Orangee's place.

Shania: Samir! did u try calling her?

Samir: No,I tried calling her up..But it seems she has changed her number!

Shania: ooooh bad luck! so what are you going to do abt it?

Samir : I dont know! I am waiting for divine intervention. He has to send some sort of message!

Orangee: Hey fellow Comrade,U are back and u look as single as ever.Welcome back to the league of extraordinary singles.

Samir: i am not single yet!!!

Orangee: i have a feeling that u are almost a single.

Spiky was busy hunting the fridge for food.He didnt find anything interesting,he came back to the hall.He was amused to see Samir.

Spiky: I have her new number.Do u wanna have a talk?

Samir(with a feeling of jealousy) : And may I have the pleasure to know how did u get that.

Spiky: well she gave me when we went to have Coffee at CCD.

Samir:Coffee? how can u have coffee with my GF?

Spiky: Well, It was tough! I was not in a mood to say yes for that.But then the movie wasnt that good and it was hot and CCD was so near.So I had to say yes to her.

Samir(gets angry):Movie?? U went for a movie with her?? How can u do this to me?

Spiky: relax buddy,Well we didnt have the Salsa class today .So we had a lots of time to kill,besides we never watched Gadar-ek prem katha movie together.So we decided to go for it.

Samir( with disbelief): You went for Salsa with her?I cant believe that!!

Spiky: Ok dont believe what i say.But aleast you can believe this fees reciept!!

Samir: oh my god!! what I have been doing so many days.I had no idea what was happening around me.

Spiky: yes thats true!

Orangee: I have her new number too...

Samir turns back with his iconic expression of disbelief.

Samir: And what all activities you were involved with her?

Orangee: ooh! Me?? come on now! She sent me a SMS abt her new number.

Shania was confused with all the new unfoldings..

Shania: guys! Whats happening here?

Samir : Yes i wanna know that too!

Spiky : You are foolish guy! She's not the one. She's jsut number 41 or some other random number.End of story! bye bye!!

Shania(smilies): Now i think this is what you call divine intervention! Your friend dating yr girlfriend behind yr back and announcing it loud on yr face!

Samir looked confused, Scratched his head in his characteristic manner.He went and sat near the couch.Punched the landline phone with his right hand,as a result the reciever flew towards his left ear and his let hand grabbed it with precision just when it started to have a downward trajectory.He was too good at this. Even when he was at the verge of breakups.

Samir: whats her number??Whats her new number?? I want an explanation!!!I cant let piky have her.She's mine

Orangee and Spiky(chorus) : 9841021687

Samir : Hmmm Aircel number right?

Spiky: yup! You are 100% right buddy!

Samir looked up at the ceiling and then down.He glanced at Shania and the kept the reciever down.

Shania: what happened? You are not gonna call or what?

Samir: No! i am not gonna call now!

Chorus: But why???

Samir : bcoz I have realized the Divine Intervention.

Shania: what divine intervention?? Moments ago u refused to belive that theory?

Samir: Foolish Girl!! U ll never grow up!! Dont you realize that its an Aircel Number?

Shania: So what? Whats that gonna do with divine intervention?

Samir: Do u watch TV?

Shania: yes i do?

Samir : havent u seen Aircel's new Dhoni walla Ad?

Shania: Yes i have,But.....

Samir: It says at the end "Its time to move on"So thats god'd message for me.She could have had airtel's connection " kabhi pyar ke beech doori na aaye" but no its Aircel.. thats divine intervention.

Shania(puzzled):.............

Samir: Listen Shania! It been a pleasure to have you here.But now i think its time for u to move on from this place. drop me at the signal, i have some shopping to do..Orangee check the freezer for ice.I ll bring the stuffs.Spiky you take out the glasses.
we have it again.

Shania:but!!! but!!!!

Chorus:Come on!!! you are interuppting....

The end...ooops..... The beginning (yet again)

WL Film Quiz/Caption Contest "Warm-up"

Family.....To kick start the "Humour Thursday", I personally request you all to warm up with this caption contest. Bhargav would declare the winner for the "Best Caption" and the winner will be sent across a music CD (of a latest film) at their address. The winner is required to send their full postal address to sandeepbalan83@gmail.com on which the CD will be sent across. Let's not let Bhargav down with lukewarm response. He is devising contests for us and it's on us to keep that fire burning within him. I expect everyone to try their hand at this one, however idiotic it may sound. Let hilarious captions flow for this hilarious pic. Happy "Humour Thursday"

- Sandeep Balan

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DISCLAIMER

This was meant to be a warm-up to the WL Movie Caption Contest 2009! I have prizes (DVDs) only for the actual contest. The music CD idea is Sandeep's creation. He's the sponsor for this post :D Thank you Sandeep! ;-)

- Bhargav Saikia

THIS "WARM-UP CAPTION ROUND" IS NOW CLOSED

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Hello folks,

There won't be any film quiz this week as I'm currently working on the Movie Caption Contest which will be online this Saturday (23 May).

In the meantime, take a look at the picture below and form some captions (for a quick warm-up before the actual contest!). It'll be brilliant if you can share them with everyone in the comments section.

Remember, word limit is 15-20 words and the caption can be in English/Hindi.

Good luck and see you this Saturday!

Bhargav

Reviews etc by Bhargav Saikia

Caption n. A title, short explanation, or description accompanying an illustration or photograph.

THE WL MOVIE CAPTION CONTEST 2009

Goes live this Saturday (23 May)

2 DAYS TO GO!!!

When Will I Have My Soul Back....!

Ages seemed since the time bygone,

Ages seemed since the Tears froze,

Ages seemed since you were gone,

Ages seemed since we ceased to be US!

But my phone seemed the same again,

Your number flashed to evoke the old me again,

The name was the same, the you were the same,

But I wasn’t the same nor were you the same,

The number which always cheered me,

It froze me and it stoned me,

The voice which cheered me ,

was seemed to be mocking me,

I was lost still thinking “Why did you do this”,

without able to ask!

The memories galore across me ,

and they were still teasing me,

A year was gone since u left me,

and it’s been five years since I had known you,

But then you still haven’t left me ,

though I have ceased to exist for you for long,

When I gave you that heart I wanted it to be there forever,

My heart is still there but then you gave the place of my heart to someone,

You snatched the soul and ripped it so that no one else could ever take it,

And I see you giving your heart to someone else without a finch!

The first time I had laid my eyes on you,

You had called them deceiving and bewitching,

I kicked you for the joke which I see it as a reality today,

You made me laugh, you made smile,

You made me strong, you made me a new me,

You instilled in me all that lacked in me,

Today I feel like asking why you made me what I am,

And then I realized you did take the fees for your teachings,

The fees were just too big a price for me and a joke for you,

The fee was my heart, my soul and the inability to ever forget you!

You always bewitched me with the half told lies,

I saw it as your helplessness in love,

Today I know it was your trick to keep me with you,

It was a trick to make me go when you wanted me to go,

I believed in your love as the biggest truth,

My life revolved around you,

I forgot life was anything but you,

And then the time came when u flashed those teeth to say goodbye,

And I still saw it as your helplessness and not as the deceit,

But my life still exists and it does even without you!

I would have believed in your truths and my sacrifice all along,

Had I not been God’s favourite child,

And I realized the truth and the lies,

It hurt me beyond measures,

It hurts me still to see those years as a lie,

I still wonder what you gained,

I still wonder what u gain through the “fake friendship”,

But I still have no answers and no questions,

Just the fact that the devil’s bewitching eyes broke me!

I wanted to move ahead after the deceit,

I m trying and will till my last breath,

But the devil has made a permanent location inside,

I still spread love and I still spread smiles,

But they are unreal and unlike the real me,

I still wanted to give my love and soul to the one, the one who deserves it,

But I fail terribly every time and today I sobbed one last time,

Seeking to know…. “When will I have my soul back?”!

P.S. i have no idea why i wrote this. i wanted to write something on a Teary Wednesday and this is all i could come with. i don't know if its a prose or poem....but i couldn't re read it to make it perfect.

I wish it was fiction....would have been easier to compose it!

The football maestro

Rohit sat on his large teakwood desk. His handsome face shone in the morning light coming from a window. His office was as beautiful as he was. Arranged with utmost care and an elegant taste. Reema, his childhood friend and sweetheart had called him today.They were going to meet . It was over 5 years now and Reema was excited. She was however unsure as to why Rohit asked her to come to his office, not outside in the beautiful city of Kolkata. But Reema loved Rohit, her only crush, what difference did it make. The world was going to be perfect again for both of them.

"HIIIIEEEE!!" Reema bellowed as she entered the great office.

"wow making some good money eh?" she smiled.

Rohit smiled back with some restraint.

"You have become quiet, so where are you taking me tonight?"-Reema asked.

"Let's talk no dear, I have a lot to tell you"- he said.

"This is a office , c'mon so unromantic for a guy like you"-she asked.

"This is my world now"-he said bluntly.

"Don't tell me the football maestro has become all boring now sitting and doing paperwork for a corrupt government"- she speculated.

"Those were good times Reema"- he looked sad.

She sensed this and went towards his desk.

"Wow! Nice music system dude!! You have fun here only"-she was excited"Let's dance no , like old days"

"Not now please"-Rohit.

"I heard sex was a no no before marriage for some people but what's wrong with dancing"- she asked amused." Don't you love me anymore?"

"WHy are you crying!!?"-Reema

"I am not , its just something in my eye.Please sit down and let's talk"- he said firmly.

"I know you from childhood. Somethings wrong , mY rohit is sad. I'll give you your favourite jhappi"- Reema said and moved towards him.

Is it not irony that a man can so much want something to happen and then so much not want that thing to happen.

He let out an inaudible no but Reema was standing beside him.

She shrieked in horror.

ROhit had lost both his legs. Tears rolled down her face. " I was trying to tell you about my accident"-he mumbled-" But I can still tickle you like crazy hmmm :)"

She sobbed silently into his broad chest.

Tear ..

Lost in the dark world

I wait for you to come

To rescue me, and walk me home

But, you never came

My smile turned into a tear

Faith faded into air

Anguish of soul burning me inside

Dark shadows, by my side

A Cold and Lonesome night

My loneliness, i alone fight

Even in my dreams, you said goodbye

I wake up with tears in my eyes

Cause for my tear is you

I would have given some to you

If i could Turn it into a Pearl

To remind you, i was once your girl .

Liberate me

Following the theme of the day : Teary Wednesdays, here is a post from my end. I am fine and fit. Happy and singing. Just enjoy the post without any conclusions about me.

I have never been so fragile in my recent living memory. So much so that even a whisker of odd thing makes me go stutter in fear of something happening bad or even make me get some fantastic fears which hold no meaning. My inner self is laden with metronomic insecurities that intervene in almost every thinking process I do or every small act that I do in daily live.

I have been a gladiator in true sense and never being one to back off when dragged down to a battle field, but somehow this time it feels that my fighting powers are on wane. It seems that I have given up to the fucking rants of an increasingly fragile mind and the ridiculous set of people around me in the workplace and daily lives away from my near dear ones (Read Parents and siblings).

I need to get myself free from this. I ought to fight this out and overcome the current mess thanks to my wonderful Teddy bear who walked out of my life leaving a huge void, almost irreplaceable, to the best of my ability.

I lost in the love field. I lost to my own panache to carve out a wonderful world for me and her where nothing else would matter, but love for each other and all that crap things to pamper and shag ourselves, those crazy things to do to keep the painful passion alive. In the yearning of a perfect world around me, I was left with a rubble and ashes of my love gone wrong. I lost to my own craziness to keep in touch with her, thus invading her “private space” which I felt had overlapped with me and then there would be nothing called as individual space in our relationship once I and she were interwined with each other.

I was left with infinite wounds to heal upon which were inflicted to my soul. My existence was questioned with all the rubbish stuff as it could get. That’s killing stuff. The existence of a person is questioned ? Why ? who gave you that right to question me ? If I am good enough to be here on this planet or not ? Who has given you that feeling to judge me ? When you could not even walk a mile with me when things got tough with me, when the real test of the relationship began, you walked away and came back to me with all set of rubbish questions? You belied all your commitments which you made during walking down the lanes with me on those dusky evenings. You turned turtle to all your false promises of being there for me forever. And you fizzed out when I had some tough times. When I needed you the most to hug you tight to let me feel safe and cared of, you walked off.

I yearned for you. I couldn’t have shed tears because I didn’t want to sound weak and fragile to my folks, but I craved for you. I wrote those long mails urging you to come back, long phone calls to convince you about my worthiness in the relationship we had. Wasn’t it wonderful ? You didn’t think so, so you walked off without even looking back. You knew that I would always be with you no matter the world would walk away from you or even your so called potragonists or your so called faithful mates. You knew you d always find me like a tall protected cover for you in every damn problems and damn situations no matter where, no matter how or when.

I am not blaming you or wont ever do that. For me my love was divine and pure. No selfish interests in that. I never doubted you, I always wanted that we should always love each other to the best of capability alongside talking continously to ease out the frictions and differences. But that never happened. My yearn for love went against me and here I am : broken heart, broken pledges and hurt selves, bruised egos and hearts full of tears and infinite pains. Intoxicated souls and a mind full of insecurities and doubts over the big question : will I ever be able to love any one else even with 1% of the ability as I did to you ? Would that magic be recreated ?

Tough to say, but I have loved you with the soul, not by heart or eyes or intellect or physically as it is this days. And when soul gets bruised and hurt then nothing remains the same and its almost impossible to recreate the magic with any one else. I stand here alone and lonely, though I know this wait for you to come back to me is as futile as expecting a snowfall in Mumbai.

So my dear love, liberate me from your memories which are too good to leave me for good and are so delicate that I don’t wish to hurt them by saying nasty things about you. I am not that. I am not heartless. I have a heart and a bruised one at that.

Liberate me from your nerve wrecking sentiments and the infinite pamperings I did to you. Free my soul. Free me, let me become as care free and as free flowing individualistic as I was before meeting you.

Free me…………

MISS YOU...!!!

Breaking through the darkness of light
I am still awake in the dark mysterious night
In every little corner of my heart
My tears no longer stop

When I saw you the last time
I still remember the agony and cried
I am no good to the world then
I yelled mad around, I saw you, when

I collapsed in grief and pain
for being alone, once again
I begged you not leave me
but it was late, you left me

Dear friend, after seven long years
Thought of you, brings me tears
I know you are watching
I wipe them off, for you smiling

On this Teary Wednesday, I dedicate this post to one of my very best friend,Satish, who left us seven years ago. I still remember the way we played since our childhood and the way we were toegther for ten long years. we were a group of four friends since our kindergarten but now we are just three of us...!!!

May his soul rest peace..!!!

"Sigh Of a Mother's Heart"

Floating through this stillness so deafening,

I feel an irrepressible twinge,

The night walks through me burly,

Not for a moment I could blink.

 

Reminiscences of the moments passed,

Make my eyes sad and teary,

Holding my hand you grew so much,

But now everything seems scary.

 

 

The time when I held you first,

I felt blessed with an angel so bright,

A thirst in me got quenched,

And everything else went out of sight.