Keeda - 1

(This is an attempt at going berserk without any specific theme. Carry on the rhyming with your four line keeda (crazy) poetry and continue from the last post published here. The next one to post needs to start with the last word of the previous post, and so on)

Mera jeevan tere bina hain adhoora
Kab karegi isse tu poora
With you life was always like ride on a tora tora
Bless you for reducing me to a beggar with a katora

P.S: The next one has to start his "keeda (crazy) poem" starting with "Katora" (Katora: bowl)

Writer

When they write it is magical

Round, beautiful letters on the paper

Interesting words

Turning people amazed

Evolving day and night

Rare gift to us

This is what I think a writer is (providing they are good)... wondering if you agree...!

BUILDING BRIDGES...!!!

Be one for yourself, one for others

Up above your senses

Is the world of knowledge

Living around you

Dig interestingly into it

Innovate, Think and Create

Now you notice, the world is small

Grow your network my dear

Begin to look outwards

Raise up your hand, catch the world

In one fist, let’s be together

Developing your relations

Going out, meeting people

Else you will be left alone

Suffer will you, one day or the other

With every touch of my finger...

I started loving her from the very first glimpse.
Knockout gorgeous, seductive and sublime.
I started dreaming.
I've the world's best Dad. He brought us together.
A year and a half, and I'm still in love.
I've seen all her versions, I'm still in love.

You woke me up today. I closed your lips with my palm and pulled you close to my pillow. When I woke up, You were pretending to be asleep. I gave a nudge on your head and started to sweetly caress your lips with my fingers. You woke up. You smiled.

Your face showed a million emotions with every touch of my fingers. You expressed a million colours with every stroke on your physique. But suddenly you stopped responding. Your face remained still. Then you blacked out. I didn't know what happened.

Shit !! I forgot to charge your batteries yesterday.
Pls don't die on me, my cute iphone....


P.S. - He He... iphone turns sensual....


Cheers,
Arun Kumar - My Life As I Know It

Whats mine is yours... My blood.

"Pain is pleasure" ,imbecile's words
Stranger to you.

The pain you've caused, Insufferable.
My sleep stolen, you've left me bleeding.

Stab me and twist your knife...
Feed on my blood...
Eat through my flesh...

For you to feast,
The purpose I exist.

I fight, I wrestle, Iam at war....
Just a smash...
My blood you splash.


P.S. - I hope everyone gets it that I am talking about a Mosquito menace in my room... n its sad demise in my hands... he he... :-)

I'll post more 55ers today... I'm in the mood...
Cheer up lounge... Get back n get active pls...
The lounge isn't dying... the loungers are...

Cheers,
Arun Kumar - My Life - As I Know It

Time To Get Back To Business...

Hello to all the talented group of people who form this brilliant blog called The Writer's Lounge. 

As the admin of this elite group, and a member since late November last year, it pains me a lot to see the lounge going from one of the best there was, to becoming as inactive as a group blog could possibly get. Last week alone, I could see two days when there were no posts for more than 24 hours. I've seen days when there were 40 posts. So it is indeed sad to see this sort of decline.There have been changes in the look and the rules since then, I agree, but change is always a part of any successfuly running family. Yes, I believe thats what this blog is, a family. No matter what anyone says. So even with these changes, I think one can continue the old style and posting. Steps will be taken to get the old WL back and it will be done slowly but surely. The old look perhaps, with some changes in rules, but the re-posting rule will stick. 

As members of this family, I guess the best way to contribute to the return of the old Lounge would be to write more, as much as you can, but try and limit yourself to one post out of four successive posts, so as to give even the other members a chance to showcase their talent. More contests are on the cards as well, if we can find the right judges and time to do this. As the lounge heads towards its one year anniversary, the time is ripe for a phoenican rise from the ashes. Let's not write for getting more comments, for it is not always possible for many members to read and review each and every post. But a quick return is what is required.

We Read, We Write, We Lounge.

Let us join together again and rejuvinate this family.

Admin Team,

The Writer's Lounge.

Ode to musings in the local- the poem

Dear all,
The story: http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-to-musings-in-local.html

As I got ready to leave from work for the day
I knew that I had to get back in a different way.
Stood there at the station waiting for me the Mumbai local
to take me back on a trip that, at one time, used to be special.

But this time, I had just had nothing but to heave a sigh
as I had to travel all the way from Navi Mumbai.
I knew, since it was a slow, I would have to pass many a station
and hence made me think of someone who has remained in imagination.

It used to be all the way from Vashi
would travel, everyday to work, she.
But it used to be only when the train crossed over to Mankhurd
that the cell range would allow our voices to be heard.

How she would maintain to remain firm and sturdy
I would wonder as the crowd would pick up at Govdandi.
Those days, sometimes to reach fast, I would know for sure
that she would have thought of taking a bus from Chembur.

During our talks, I would especially hate it whenever
the train would take off from Tilaknagar.
Because by chance, outside, if one saw
It would be the maddening crowds of Kurla.

She would always tell me how it was her felicity
by knowing me as approached slowly Chunabatti.
It would make me laugh when outside she saw someone like me
especially jumping out of the train as came by GTB.

I always remembered telling her a dream I saw
that as usual would be there a hell of a rush at Wadala.
Whenever that ‘dream’, for her, would end up as trouble
all that she had to do is to endure as approached Kings circle.

Moreover, it used to be some sort of a religious hymn
whenever to change the line, I used to tell while at Mahim.
All that she used to say then was a “hmmm”, “oh yeah”
though I knew that it was better to take the fast from Bandra.

But, as usual, she would continue in the train and call me at Khar
and make it feel that, for us, it was near, yet a little far.
As somehow she would have finally have to get to sit near Santa Cruz
she would have told me to sympathize her for the bruise.

Finally, I would have got to know that it was minutes away
and that it had almost set off from Ville Parle.
It used to make me feel so much joy and glee
that finally I would get to see her at Andheri.

Alas ,I go to realize that my dream
had run into many a ream .
Those days, it used to be like cloud nine
when thought that she was there as mine.

As I stand inside and the train gets a green signal to go
an important lesson, to all, it is all set to show.
Though people, in life, come and leave, by the dozen
there are a special few like her who cant be forgotten.

Ode to musings in the local

Dear all,
A "LOCAL" in Mumbai parlance, refers to the train that serves as a mode of transport. For more “gyan”, please check this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mumbai_Suburban_Railway

This work was written nearly a year and half ago and is based on a true incident that is said in the narration. At the same time, the names of the station are accurate as well and will be underlined when I put it as a separate work shortly. And if you are wondering about the picture, I’ve put up, its ME standing out of a local prior to its departure!!..

CHARACTERS:
C-CHINMAYA ie ME
D-DUMBO
LOCATION: TBSL OFFICE, ANDHERI-EAST, MUMBAI..LATE 2007 (Around 10.30 AM)

For once “C” is engrossed in work. Targets haven’t been met by anyone in the team. Ironically, the day of the review is on his birthday as the morning mail would’ve revealed!!.

“From:……………..
To: ……………..
Cc:……………..

Date: Fri, Nov 2, 2007 at 9:24 AM
Subject: Meeting at Vashi 6th Nov

Dear All,

This is the first mail that I am writing to all of you. It’s almost one month of my joining. In last one month I tried different things and try to understand the business as well. Now it is the time to understand each other in a better way.

Some of you could not understand my working and feeling uncomfortable. So to make our self comfortable I am planning a meeting at Vashi office on 6th of this month. You can reach Vashi at 11.00 am and come-up with your suggestion and idea’s to improve the working.

I hope I will get good feedback from your side so that we can take up this organization to next level.

If anybody left, please forward this to him/her also.

Regards:
(THE PEST!!)-the nickname we had for him!!
Chief Manager,
Times Business Solutions Ltd”.


(C is feeling so irritated and is wondering if it could be postponed or advanced for once…Suddenly someone in the background-)
Hey C, pick your call man..Its from extension 7564.

C-(7564?..Who’s that now?)Hello..

D-Hai Chingin!!..

C-Who’s this now?

D-Stupid..its your DUMBO here..I’ve been pinging you on g-chat and you aren’t responding!!..Why??

C-Is it?..(Sees his g-chat window)..Oh yeah!!..I was busy reading our boss’s mail.

D-hmmm..or where you chatting with that Punewaali that you were ignoring me?..

C-See, I haven’t done my last month’s targets fully and we have a review coming up on the 6th that too at your VASHI.

D-Wow!!..we can celebrate your birthday then!!..

C-How do you know its my birthday?..and what do you mean by WE???

D-Saw it on ORKUT!!.and I know a nice vegetarian hotel near CENTRE ONE. I’ll make reservations then for both of us.

C-Hold on Dumbo..Dont make me see dreams and disappoint me like how you have been doing till now.

D-Iam hurt Chingin..Iam not talking to you (and cuts the call)

(C turns behind..Sees Dumbo sulking, but doesn’t bother)


(6th morning, around 9.10 AM. “C” is at Kurla station when his mobile rings)

C-Hello..

D- HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Chingin..lots of good luck and wishes!!..where are you dear?.i am waiting to see you today..

C-Kurla station..told you that I have a review at Vashi that day, guess you didn’t believe me!

D-Oh no!!..i thought we would meet at Andheri station..And I don’t know when I’ll come to Vashi till night..But do call me as I’ll confirm where I am and we can meet either at DADAR or WADALA. Have a nice day dear one!

C-Lets see..you always have some excuse to give at the last minute!

D- Chingin, its your birthday and I wont disappoint you for sure..Bye for now..(and cuts the call)

(Review starts at around 10.45..Goes on till around 5.30 and neither the team or boss remembers its “C”’s birthday!!..Anyways, its almost 6 PM and time for everyone to disperse..)

C-(to himself)..What a birthday!!Who wanted to listen to that PEST’s BOL-BACCHAN??..Guess the guys will be waiting and we can finish that “khamba” tonight atleast!!..Why not I try that Dumbo and ask if she is free tonight?

D-Hey Chingin, you are through so fast?

C-Yes!. And I have a direct Andheri in another 20 minutes I guess. So, are we meeting madam?

D-Sorry dear..I am at Malad now and wont be free till 7.30 I guess. But we can meet at Andheri by 8 if you want..

C-Iam not keen. I knew that you would cook up some excuse of not meeting up..

D-Shut up Chingin.Travel back in that local and you will know how strenuous it is to travel from Vashi to Andheri DAILY!

C- I don’t care. As it was YOUR plan that we celebrate my birthday..

D-Don’t hurt me further..I wont talk to you again and don’t get back to me incase you want “something” from me.. Good bye!

C- I wont..And you stop troubling me again..Understand? (And cuts the call as he sees the local approaching..)


(OVER TO THE WORK THAT WAS WRITTEN MUCH LATER AFTER THE INCIDENT OCCURRED)….

The Femme Fatale

The sky growled and it thundered loudly. The earth was damp with heaven’s waters. Not a care of the world. She enjoyed it all, every drop of it. It was something she felt very close to. Rain… when her femininity seemed to come alive and take over her completely. The look in her eyes maddened him. He leapt to grab her hand, push her close to him but she escaped narrowly. Laughing and giggling, her eyes danced as the sound of her laughter spread like magic in the air. She was playing hard to get. The little crazy creature had him running after her for days, a trance that was taking over him with every passing day. He had to have her! There was no end to this madness that now raged within him like a wild fire. She was an amalgamation of beauty, femininity and something so vividly sexy. Her alluring mass of long, thick hair reminded him of wild waves… proud and powerful. Her eyes looked like innocence captured on canvas to the very perfection of a human hand. But wait… she was giving him that look again… oh when she looked at him like that! Her eyes turned wicked now. It was a challenge. She was part angel, part devil, and the way she changed with them was what turned him on. She knew this game too well. Up until now, he charmed the very alluring of women, casting a spell on them till they could no longer bear to be without him. They flocked around him, some fought over him, some cheated for him, some claimed to have found a deeper meaning to love. But he knew it was pure lust, mere desires of the body, that were as momentary as they could really be. His fleeting affairs with the very “sought after” women had blessed him with an arrogant air about him. He was the kind of person who wouldn’t take “no” for an answer… but the beauty that his eyes beheld seemed to take immense pride in breaking every shred of manly ego he had in him when it came to his sensuality. He was frustrated now… and she was enjoying this.

“Listen to me!” he called out to her. She heard him alright, but she didn’t stop. She was pacing fast now, going further and further away. He followed her, deciding not to give in if that was what she wanted him to. Two steps more and she looked back. A smile at the end of her full lips and that touch of naughtiness in her eyes lighted something in him again. She walked in a steady rhythm now, a proud rhythm with sensual movements clearly visible as the rain drenched her on and on. He was under a spell. He knew he had let go of even the very last bit of pride in him by following her like that. But he was doing it, partially amazed at his helplessness.

It thundered again. He knew a chance when it came. He leapt forward, grabbed her by her tiny wrist and pulled her towards himself. He grinned to himself as her eyes looked at him in bewilderment. She put on a brave face and met his eyes boldly. The eyes were doing it again. With a blink they were soft, like a baby’s, but continued to grow aware of their power as the gaze held longer. He was watching her now. Closely. The way her damp hair fell on her face… tiny drops of water trickling down her high cheekbones, down onto the earth from her delicate chin… Strangely, she smelled of the fragrance of damp earth… no... She smelled of jasmines… it was hard to make out. Her eyes blazed with a passion new to him. He had only seen weak women till now, the ones that were weak at heart and character, the ones who’d do anything to get him for a one night stand, hence his low opinion of women. But this girl seemed to challenge his entire knowledge about the female sex. She was hard to get, harder to soften up, impossible to tame. She had an air of dignity; an inner strength one couldn’t help sensing. Yet she seemed like the rest, alluring, sensual, suave. She knew the power she had over him and she knew the art of using it. Yes, it was an art for her. She was like a painter, painting his heart with a new color with wild strokes of her brush that almost killed him each time. Her full lips had an enticing delicacy to them that added to the glamour she shone with. He had never felt so numbed. He had never known the power of a woman over him. Had it been anyone else, he would have found himself in a momentary complex, yet she had a strange grace that whispered all his fears off. It was her “saving grace”, he decided to call it that. His arrogance faded and he softly let her hand go. She blew a kiss and she laughed and walked away, enjoying the rain as an innocent child would… wild and free.

She was “femme fatale”… in the best of the meanings. She could slay his heart with one look if she wanted to… yet she chose to show him something he never knew. She knew how to create magic; she knew well how to burn something wild and unforgiving in him. Her body could create desires untamed, yet her generosity could rouse a love that also knew how to gain respect and admiration.

She was, in every way, a woman. The perfect femme fatale.

--

picture courtesy: deviantART

WHEN WILL YOU...the poem!!

The story incase you are keen: http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-will-you.html

When will you realize that I’ve become a wingless bird?
When will you think of uttering, to me, a single word?

When will you feel to think of me, for just a while?
When will you turn towards me and give me a smile?

When will you feel towards that you must come near?
When will you banish what all I have as my fear?

When will you think towards me, be a little kind?
When will you show me the light when I am blind?

When will you consider of what all I did to forgive?
When will you think that my side you finally will leave?

When will you stop making me heave a sigh?
When will you thinking of telling the last bye?

When will you think that you can still be a part of mine?
When will you take me to the elusive cloud nine?

When will you ponder that we can still be together?
When will you realize that about you, thoughts I’ll stop never?

WHEN WILL YOU...

Dear all,
Though the work is pretty old, the topic of discussion is something that happened yesterday as I was at home thinking what to post today!. A friend of mine dropped in and this narration may make you relate to the work as well..

CHARACTERS:
C-CHINMAYA ie ME
S-SONU
LOCATION: MY HOME AT AROUND 5.30 PM


S- Maga,it would have been great if we had met at SUN..Atleast we could have had our weekend routine and talked in peace!..

C-Don’t worry maga..My mother wont eavesdrop!! Only thing we’ll miss is our stuff!!..And had I been better, I surely would have sponsored today!!

S-That’s ok..anyways, I was feeling really low today.. Was remembering last year and when we were in Mumbai..Remember what we did and spoke at CARTER ROAD?

C-HAILA!!..who can forget!!???..just that it wasn’t our adda like how we’ve here!

S-Not just that dude..am sad that its more than a year we saw each other.And I bet she is enjoying life to the core after doing all this to me..

C-Sorry maga as I didn’t see it in that sense..It must be very painful I guess…

S- I still remember college days maga..and the fun we had there and I was so convinced that once we married, things would be the same.. infact I still remember the song I sang to her on our first V-day!

C-V-day?.whats that now and which song??

S-arre dude,V-day is VALENTINES DAY..and this was the song that got me the first prize!!

(Begins to sing….)

And now I wonder with whom she is with and doing what after leaving me like this..(and begins to sob)..

C-Hey maga,don’t be emotional..I just hope things will improve and one day, she will come back to you realising how true you are to yourself and your conscience..

S- I’ll leave maga..Let me go chill a while and go home..Till, then, lets see when will she realise and come back to her senses!

C- Well, I cant say about that maga!..Anyways, “majaa maadi”..have a peg with soda in my name!!

S-Sure maga!..Cya now..

(AND AS SONU LEFT, SOMETHING MADE ME RELATE TO HIS SITUATION AND TO A WORK I HAD WRITTEN..OVER TO THE WORK NOW!!)

Is it what we call luv ?

When i talk with her, I feel connected with her. I feel this is from ages. Though its just 2 months i have been talking to her through gtalk. My gloomy feelings go away when i speak to her. My day lits up when i think about her. i go through her comments on my blog day in and day out. And then I read through her chats, re-read then and again read. I feel something exists. Something somewhere.

I feel to question why are we not together? When we can be so natural while talking to each other on chat, imaging we would set fireballs rolling when we would be together. We would be so happy together. i feel to ask her why is she living in denial. She likes talkign to me. I like talking to her. I wait for her to come online, she must be doing same. She initiates talking, I love it. I love the fact that she likes Devil's Own and I like Iceberg. Whatta cool combo that would be when I would sip Devil's Own and she sips Iceberg together.

This is something more than a crush. Something more. Something very beautiful, something very surreal and divine. Pure. Noble. It has to be. My mind went for a toss in long long time. I want to let myself fall for her. No stopping this time. I want to give this a chance. And if it doesnt work out, then i wont have any regrets. I want to see me and she together at least once. I am sure the chemistry would be rocking.

Is that we called start of falling in a feeling called LUV ?

Picture Perfect Date

He would see me for the first time.. I need to look perfect today... This date should last in his memories forever... Our first date together .. After 2 years of online friendship...

I would see her for the first time .. and last ... Hope the evening is as perfect as we have planned... after 2 years of online reationship, finally i get to see her..

Will he like me enough to ask me out again ?? Will we get on as well in real as on calls and chats ?

Will she understand the reasons for never meeting her again ?? will she still be my girl as before ??

And then they met... The evening was perfect, full of romance and smiles.It was too perfect for her that she did not want a repeat while he wanted it to happen again.

P.S| written on behalf of Pretty Me!!

IAM STILL LOST…. – the POEM

It has been a feeling that is taking to sink
as yet about her, my mind, is out to think.
Even though, she has left me in a lot of pain
to forget, I have tried hard, but it all in vain.

I still think of the days that gave me glee
as in all walks of life, her, I could see.
A smile used to be always be on her face
which am not still been able to efface.

Like a captain, I thought, I could cross any tide
as thought I would have here always by my side.
She was someone who used to be my inspiration
as to work hard, day or night, used to be motivation.

Just when, to work, I thought had the zeal
was to turn my life’s fortune wheel.
Who knew that she would go on her way
by deserting me in an unknown bay.

Since I hadn’t anticipated what was to come
suddenly I got a feeling of being lonesome.
I began to wander hither and dither likes a ghost
and began to look for her as I missed her the most.

Thought never I, that someone sweet as honey
would one day make me go through all this agony.
I just begin to really think and really wonder
whether sending her in my life, God made a blunder.

I know that life without her is not the same
though will remain on my lip her name.
Time has come for me to, in life, move on
and put back what happened in the past as a bygone.

As ends the day and comes slowly the night
in the horizon, her, I don’t see her in sight.
If from God, I were to, ask as a blessing
It would be to end all this suffering.

IAM STILL LOST….

(Song in the background)

Dear all,
I was wondering what narration I give prior to posting this work of mine. Since it was an off-hand work when it was written, I wasn’t able to relate it to any of my experiences. But last week, I had narrated the story of my friend’s divorce and so felt that this work may answer the question as to what maybe lurking in his mind about his one-time partner. Hope it makes an interesting read to one and all.

Incase anyone is keen on the story, please read it here:
http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/whenever-comes-23rd.html

WILL YOU BE THERE TILL ETERNITY??- the POEM

Dear all,
The story:
http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-you-be-there-till-eternity.html

I feel that it was some sort of a magic
that made us instantly to each click(ed).
Though i knew it was a force greater than gravity
i wonder whether you'll be there for me till eternity.

Many others like you, i might still know
but someone like you had some sort of a glow.
Though i'll always feel that i'll get felicity
will you be there for me till eternity?

Though we are separated by two different place
i wish that one day i;ll get to see your face.
An answer i wish i knew prior i change my city
as to will you be there for me till eternity?

I wont deny that about you i dont think
and may always, an ode, i may sit to ink.
Yet i feel that in my life you are a necessity
but will you be there for me till eternity?

TESTIMONIAL POETRY..1(THE POEM)

Dear all,
The story:
http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/testimonial-poetry1.html

This is about an amazing gal i have known
as through scraps, my friendship has grown.
Pleasure has been mine that i have found her
as in different ways, she has made me happier.!

(******)is known to make many a friend
especially through the scraps they send.
Coz she is someone smart and pretty
as well as who can be cool and witty..

Though hi,hello always, to each other say,
strange part is that we haven’t met till day!!
Though we may stay and work in different city
being a Mangy, between us,the similarity!!

My love for MLR may irritate her to the core
and talking about it may make her feel bore.
Yet, this is what gives me a lot of glee
though i know that one day, she’ll kill me!!

In future, each other get to meet
its going to be much more than a treat.
Fireworks are bound to be in the air
& may make people think we dont care.

Though we've differences that are trivial
for me, you are someone who will be special.
Thats why, towards the end, this what i say
that happiness be there, night & day.

Beauty

I want you to be the girl of my dreams now.... I think you will be perfect for me... Last night for the first time you came into my dreams... I kinda saw ur face... It was glowing intensely... But all i remember of the dream is that u slipped into my bed.. Ur feet grazed with my feet... And intense lightening surged through my body the moment ur feet touched mine... Just as my perverted mind started to get into overdrive on the fact that you were in my bed next to me and when i decided to act on those thoughts..... i woke up... *Sigh*... I want you to be the angel of my dreams... You are so pretty and beautiful... You have that symmetry that i have found no where else.... You can take the tragedies of my past and rip them out of my mind..... You can free me from my shackles and make me happy once again..... If only Allah could sent a thought from above into your head and make you realize that.... I Just wish....

TESTIMONIAL POETRY..1

Dear all,
I was wondering what to put up now as I haven’t able to write anything new from the last 3-4 days. So, when I looked back, I remembered the time when I had written testimonials, rather poetically, on few of my ORKUT friends!!. Though it’s a different issue that they aren’t in touch like before and I still don’t know what they felt after “accepting” it, atleast it gave me an opportunity to showcase my talent. Here I narrate the story behind the first such poetic testimonial I ever wrote on anyone!!


CHARACTERS:
C-CHINMAYA ie ME
POP-PRINCESS OF PUNE!!
LOCATION: TBSL OFFICE, ANDHERI-EAST, MUMBAI..MID 2007


(It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon and there is no work post lunch around 3.30 PM.)

C-(to himself)…arre yaar, its still 3.30..i am through with my work and my reports are also done. Sanju and gang will meet me at 6 near station..till then, what to do?..none to chat as well!!and going back to Kinara is also no use..All these girls will head to either INFINITY or CINEMAX..haila!!..why not I bug my POP???

(Calls up POP’s number)

POP-hello!

C-hai..guess who?

POP-“C”??

C-how did you guess re?

POP-who else calls me from Mumbai tell me?

C-hmmm..ok..so wazzup?

POP-nothing much re..You know what happened (and one of her usual “long” stories..) (mid-way)

POP- you slept of kya C?

C-nai re..was all ears!

POP-cool!!.you are so nice..and then……(goes on and on….)
(finally ends..God knows how,but alteast it was half an hour of TP!)

C-haila!!..what makes you get into all this POP?

POP-what to do C?..everyone wants me to be their POP like the way you want to!!.but you aren’t like them naa?

C-arre bilkul!!..why that doubt?.for me you are Ms Valencia!

POP-stop flattering me..just like Marnamikatta and Valencia cant be together, the same way Andheri and Aundh cant be!!..

C-you hate Mangalore and Mangloreans so much kya POP?..

POP-since you love THE CITY and PEOPLE, I hate it…and no more talks about it..understand??

C-hmm..okies..anything for you, for today!..so,what are you (when he is cut short by POP)

POP-listen ‘C’, are you online?..check my ORKUT NAA!!

C-well,my comp is on and I can go online..but why should I check your ORKUT?

POP-I was on 4555 scraps yesterday evening..want to see how many more I got!..and besides don’t I check yours??

C-well, I don’t want to logon..and when did we exchange passwords??

POP-arre dumbo..i check yours when I am online!!..and I messaged you my login and password..do tell me naa..please “C”

C-here goes..i don’t get anything in return for doing this though we have access in office..

(Checks her scrapbook and updates her…)
POP-thanks “C”!!..but none have written me a testimonial..so “C”, why don’t you write one for me?

C-hmmm..let me think “POP”..what will I get in return?

POP.come to PUNE..I’ll cook my favourite banguda-fry and kori-sukka for you!!

C-haila!!somebody hates Mangalore, but relishes that cuisine..what an irony!

POP-that’s me-your POP “C”!!..chal, I have to get ready for mass..and do the testimonial thing soon!!

C-sure thing..take care and lets see what I can write..


(OVER TO THE TESTIMONIAL NOW….KEEP WAITING)

Jacko No more..

Michael Jackson - a name which everybody in the world knows irrespective of anything.I remember when i was 5,I heard someone saying 'I wanna be Michael Jackson'.Young or old, rich or poor, Black or white, everybody knew who he was.

The friday morning was shocking and tragic for all his fans around the world revealing 'The King of Pop' to be no more.He died at the age of 50 following a cardiac arrest.

50 years of life, with a career of 45 years, yes folks he started singing at the age of 5.From a child star to being The King of Pop, his journey has been remarkable.He never stopped, He never got tired, he just kept floating just as his very famous 'Moonwalk' which was first featured in his video 'Billie Jean' in 1983.I was not even born then but still i very well know what moonwalk is!! His 'Thriller' in 1982 was a smash hit with over 5 crores copies sold as of now.One can never forget the time when he came to India and created waves with the crowd going crazy over his 'Dangerous' act.His 'Black or white','Heal the world' created awareness helping the world to be a better place.Such is the charishma of the person that even the most talented dance artists in the bollywood film industry are inspired by him.

'Jacko','MJ' as he was fondly called may not be in this world today but his thrilling contribution to the world of music will always be alive.He will always be alive through his music in the heart of his music fans for an eternity.

Long live Michael Jackson!

..aise....jaise...

वक्त हाथों से भाग रहां है ऐसे

हम वही खड़े रह गए हो जैसे

हवा के झोके कानो मैं कुछ कह रहे है ऐसे

हम कुछ समझ न पा रहे हो जैसे

आसमान ख़ुद झुक रहां है ऐसे

छुने को हाथ भी न बड़ा पा रहे हो जैसे

जिंदगी मुठी मैं सिमट आई है ऐसे

उसे भी पकड़ न पा रहे हो जैसे

किसी मोर पर आ कर खड़े है ऐसे

कदम भी साथ न दे रहे हो जैसे

किसी एक को पाने की खुशी है ऐसे

सबको खो देने का गम हो जैसे

P.s. I still have confusion in "aise" and "jaise".

MJ - We will miss you!

Michael Jackson is no more! He left for the heavenly abode this morning after a heart attack at home. He was 51. Let’s not mourn, but celebrate his life – his songs – his words and his magic!

God Bless the King of Pop!

May his soul rest in peace!
One of my favs: MJ - Black or White

I can Survive

You think its easier to be alone
Alone without your support
Support that made me live with a smile
And still you say that without you

I can survive...

With no smile on my lips
With no one wiping my tears
With no hand to catch me when i fal
lWith no one to correct me when i am wrong
I will live like i lived the years before we met
But would you still say that

I can survive...

I never question thy love
Then why did you question your presence
Was i not able to make you believe?
You are an essence of my life
You are the one who made me believe that

I can survive....

I need you at every step
I need your care and your tease
I need the fights and the little talks we have
I need you sweetheart in everything i do
I need thy love and only then can i say

I can survive....

I don’t know who i am for you
I don’t even care now
All these years with you
Have been a god’s gift for me
I can fight the whole world for you
But i need you to tell me at every step that

I can survive...

When i say i love you, they are no mere words
They are the truth of my heart
You want to leave
I will open the door for you
But don’t expect that without your shadow

I can survive...

You want to find your aim,
You want to be on path of self discovery
I will not create complications
I will love you like i did when i first met you
But i will wait for your return
And return you must

Cuz you are the one who tells this world

I can survive...

I can survive only if i know you are there
I can survive if i know i am being watched over
I can survive if i know i will be forgiven for my mistake
I can survive if i will be still blessed by thy love

Please tell me you will be there
Please forgive me if i have done wrong
Please love me just like you doP
lease tell me i will still be thy kid
Please tell me

I can survive.....

WILL YOU BE THERE TILL ETERNITY??

Dear all,
This poem had been written more than a year back but the narration is what I recollected now so that I could put it up first and the work later. Hope it makes an interesting read to one and all.

CHARACTERS:
C-CHINMAYA ie ME
MP-MYSORE PAK!!

(One late evening in India, she is just awaiting for his call so that she can sleep off. She has had a hard day and wondering why he hasn’t replied to any of her messages, voice mail’s or even e-mails all day, which is very unlikely of him. Just then, the phone rings…)

MP- Hello…
C-Hai jaanu..how are you?
MP-I hate you ‘C’..You didn’t reply to any of my mails, messages..And you know how much it irritates me if I it isn’t done so..
C- I know my sweets..But I was with my HR all day..Infact didn’t even ORKUT!!
MP- I don’t care what all you did and didn’t..What were you doing with her?..Did she try to bewitch you with her smiles?
C- You know me- whatever she does, I’ll never be disloyal to you!
MP- How do I know?..Your baby is feeling restless without you..And you didn’t dedicate a song to me from the last 2 days!
C-Remembered that just 15 minutes back!..Hang on,you will get to see hear that on WORLDSPACE shortly..
MP- Which song?..
C-Turn on you set now and listen to me dedicating it you sweetest of the sweets--MYSORE PAK!

(Comes on air this song: )


(After the song)
MP- Thanks my love..But its not my favourite..Anyways, what is your HR saying now?
C-Well, my case is on hold. Else, would have been in India and with you last month itself..
MP-hmmm,I know that dude..But I am somehow worried about our future..
C-Why should you?..Dont you trust me and what I can do for you?
MP- I trust you, sometimes more than myself!..But still..
C- I must be wary of you actually!. This is my first on-site stint and my salary isn’t going to be hiked once I am back, I heard. In your case, your salary is almost twice mine and you are in line for the best on-site offers anyone in your company can even imagine!
MP-Whatever it is, I will be yours till you decide to be mine!!
C- MP darling, ask you something?
MP-Sure, what’s it now sweetheart ?
C- WILL YOU BE THERE TILL ETERNITY??
MP- I have no doubts,but….
C-Sleep now my love..Its almost 12.30 AM IST..Check your mail and tell me what you feel..
MP-Sure, though you know my answer..Lots of love and hugs!!

(Now keep awaiting for the poem till next time..)

where are you

where is everyone guys?
where are u stephen ... I miss ur micro humour
where are u asbah .... I miss ur honest posts
where are u sandeep .... I miss ur everytime something new in store attitude in each of ur blog posts
where are u pink orchid ... I miss everything u ever wrote, ur an amazing writer... tc and god bless! do awesome in ur personal life and then return to louge, take ur time but always remember that louge wont ever be complete without u
where are u pratsie ... more then anyone else that is out of scene, its u, whose impact is the most... hope all gets back in ur life to normal state soon!! the louge miss the amazing creative bloggger that ur
where are u where are u leo ... the louge is impatient to the master poet in u, there is always an essence missing till ur works keep coming regularly
where are u sochu, nuchu, zindagi migzara... louge starves for the cuteness u have
where are u hashan ... if louge is a pack of cards, ur the king of ace, where is ur work where are u tan da.... louge misses ur responsible eyes when it looses its path deep in the blackness of nights, u remember the days when u and kajal use to pave the louge's way to dusk :) I miss that all

where are u pulkit... 1 month earlier... when u were scoffin with ur least prepared semester exams then too...u use to write something here everyday! and from past 1 month when ur sitting on couch in ur only holiday season of the year... where is ur enthusiasm gone! Pulkit replies - I know everyone and everything is same but yet something is missing... and I am rather sure of it! that to my senses... something for sure is missing!

PULKIT
POETIC CRIES

Mystery Man + Sumita or Sarah

Sarah glanced through the restaurant's window. She was waiting for someone... a man. Her future love, she thought. The only thing that was the problem is that he was her best friend's man. Ok, not really. Her best friend's male companion on a chatroom. Sumita was planning to meet up with the Mystery Man. "It could lead to more than just friendship." Sumita smiled. Then she told Sarah where they were meeting, Sumita and Mystery Man.

The truth is, Sarah was jealous. She was jealous of her best friend having a future relationship with a man. So she was here today, pretending to be Sumita! The Mystery Man didn't know what Sumita looked like...

Ah! That was him! Sarah laughed. Her's, not Sumita's! Sarah ran up to Mystery Man. The only reason she knew what he looked like was because Mystery Man had told Sumita that he would be wearing a red jacket. "Hello! I'm Sumita!" Sarah smiled towards Mystery Man. "Hey Sumita! I'm Matt." he revealed. "Nice to meet you." Sarah said. Then they both sat down and chatted for about 1 hour, while eating the delicious meal of Masala Dosa. Suddenly... Sarah saw someone appear. "Hi, are you the person on the chatroom? I'm Sumita." the real Sumita said. Mystery Man looked confused. "You're Sumita? Then whose this?" Matt said, pointing towards me. "Sarah. That's Sarah." Sumita said, with tears in her eyes.

"How could you do this to me, Sarah?"

WL Meet up

As we all know, Writer's Lounge is like a family to us. So for the first time we are making a planned meet up. What do you think??? Good idea? Meet up's in Chennai, Delhi, Mumbai, Bangalore are for sure. And about the rest of the country....i would let you guys decide it. This would let us bond together even more. The meet up will be in the first week of July....on a single date all over the country. It will be the WL Day. If its successfull, then we can make it periodic...after every 3 or 6 months.

Use the comment section for querries and suguestions......as well as to fix the date. Admins keep this post updated all the time so that no one misses it.

Let's take WL beyond the net.

What do i call it ?
attraction, addiction ?
All day long i think of you,
all night i long for you...
each sunrise wipes your dreams,
each sunset brings your memory..
my words hesitate to speak of you,
heart finds the excuses to be away,
but trust me when i confess to you,
i know its not gonna work this way !
what will you call this ?
Love, dedication, infatuation ??

P.S| posted in behalf of Pretty Me!!!

p.p.s| a dedication to 'my world in worlds' which is no more.

Her Mere Desire!

She chose the sapphire one first.

“Na, not my colour”, She observed.

Then her eyes fell upon the sparkling diamond set.

“Beautiful, I love it!”

“Hey you, stop dreaming. Clean this table”, the boss yelled.

She sighed and saw the jeweller replacing the diamond set with another one at the display on the opposite side.

I miss you

Once again, Im on that familiar path that leads home. Nothing really has changed. What can in such a short time? Nothing, well nothing except me, I guess. There is this peace of mind that comes with being closer to home. Yet, there is something missing.

Those hugs are missing. That crooked smile is smiling. Those sidey snides are missing. The stare that followed me throughout the room is missing. The deep gaze is missing. The loving touch is missing. The care, the love, everything feels amiss. The tears too are missing for the person wiping them is missing.

With each step, I feel nothing. Nothing like I used to. Blank seems to describe what I feel the best. Somehow, I feel like I move on but my soul got left behind....

Why?? Trust me I DO NOT need an answer!! ;)

Hey guys,

I am back with a post... but a very small one!
A few days back, I WAS someone who was scared of talking to someone new, I always thought - What will he/she think about me?

But today, I have been able to conquer this worst fear of mine!!

Ever wondered, how a 'stranger' suddenly means a lot to you? How, even a single fight with him/her, brings tears to your eyes? How, in his/her smiles, lies your happiness? And how you wish that this beautiful journey never ends!

Sometimes you wait for him/her to come online... for him/her to call you up!

Life is so unpredictable, isn't it? You do everything sometimes to make a particular relationship work and sometimes, perhaps nothing...and this relationship becomes the one that gives you so much of happiness! :)

Cherish every person who comes into your life... Doubt less! I do not mean that you should trust everyone coming into your life... but yes, take your time and give your impulses the permission to act the way they want to! Trust me, you'll never regret your decision!

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And who knows... you might find your bestest friend in him/her... just the way I did! ;)

P.S.: Thanks for listening to my blah blah blah! :P

A YEAR AGO.....

Dear all,
Read the story here to relate to the posting: http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/whenever-comes-23rd.html

Excerpt from Nishu’s diary..As I read,he sings this song in the background...

…..When I saw her last year for the first time, and before I proposed marriage to her, I had asked her these questions……She had answered so well that I thought that we would be together even beyond eternity!!..And now…
What is that you think of me as a person?
What do you except from me as a person?
How do you want the relation to end up?
What makes you think that I am the best person for (3)?
What do you think I want of you?
What is the best you have felt about me till now?
What is the worst that you have felt about me till now?
How will your family/friends react to this?
What are the things you want me to change?
What was your feeling before and after the nine questions?

Over to the work..A reflection that the BARD as Nishu told him his and her answers….

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
had struck on both of us, CUPID’s arrow.
Though we knew that we had become inseparable
all that I remember was that it was a day memorable.

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
we decided that we allow our relation to grow.
As we decided that we give each other felicity
prepared we were to face any sort of adversity.

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
overtime, we decided to be bound by a vow
that one day, the aisle, we would go on to walk
by mutually agreeing upon plans that we would chalk.

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
slowly and steadily, thought that we would know.
But by then, each other, we had met and seen
and so knew that life had to begun with a slate clean.

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
from my quill, works would just go onto flow.
You had become someone much more than a muse
whom I didn’t want to, at any cost, go to loose.

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
little did I know that I would hit such a low
that my company, you would think to ditch
and leaving me to wonder, where was the glitch.

The Girlfriend's Happiness !

The girlfriend's happiness is one of the most baffling puzzles known to boys.Noboby knows where it's source is or where can you search for it.Its a maze.If you are lucky you do bring happiness for your girlfriend sometimes, but then you wonder "ooh my god, how did this happen? " What did i exactly do? Do we have a logic over here?

The girlfriend's happiness is like a maze. Its a Chakravyuha for boys.They sometimes battle out all the odds against them and reach inside that. But then they dont know the way out. They dont know how to go out and come inside again.To make the matter worse, the happiness thing is a function of time as well as space. If you keep doing the same thing again and again in the same place, you wont find it.Would a girl feel happy if the boy take her out to the same restaurant and get her the same flower every friday night after the office? NO! Thats why the boys need to enter the Chakravyuha, steal away the happiness thing and get away from that space into a different arena.

Now there are two kinds of happiness for girlfriends-real and fake.what is real and what is fake? Thats a new maze. Having a girlfriend is like getting boozed up and going on a car ride on some highway with no planned destination.Happiness is like an accident that happens. Thats why you have no clue when yr friends ask you tips for keeping yr girlfriend happy. Its like the questions that police ask you for a statement after you are admitted to the hospital.

How did it happen?

I dont know? I was just driving and then suddenly i lost control and the car ride became bumpy and then i dont remember anything....

I wish you all a very very happy ride with yr girlfriend.

Friends acrostic

Hey friends! Here's just a quick acrostic I scribbled down! Hope you enjoy reading!


Friendship is a difficult thing to explain.


Rows and joys, friends go through it all


In good times, and in bad times


Everlasting with trust, love and generally being


Nice...


Decisions never take place without talk before


Supporting each other always.



Check out Tan's guest post on my blog please... here's the link
He really deserves recognition for his great work :)

Shakespeare redefined...

I was sitting in class the other day while my teacher was reading Julius Caesar and suddenly i thought why not write a poem on the Great Shakespeare ( I used to previously hate him and cursed him but these days i feel he is the best thing that happened to ENGLISH language! Mwah shakespeare!) so here i am once again after a long time with a poem on Shakespeare:

Caesar's and Anthony's
Romeo and Juliet
Humor or Romance
He masters it all
From conspiracy to love story
to murders to twists
His plays have it all
Melodramatic and superstitious
Witches and wizards
Rulers and countrymen
Prince and Princess
He has it all
Shakespeare he is
and we love him for that
In the minds of children
Soul of teachers
And pages of many books
Because Shakespeare he is....

Okies fellas tada for now..do tell me how it is!
Cya and i truly miss ya..and since my term exams are starting from July 16th its gonna be tough but i will update my blog regularly and will try the same here. My school friends want me to post SVH soon so i'll do that too soon!

Till next time
Mwah!!!
keep reading and writing!

I blog at Sneak a Peek into the Mind Of A Teenager

Monday Delight with Shweta.

Interview Date:19th June,2009
Interviewee:Shweta aka I,Me,Myself.
Interview Time: 6.29 pm to 10.11pm


Admin: hello Shweta
Shweta: heya admin
Admin: are you ready?
Shweta: yes i am :) * nervous*
Admin: first question is the usual :) tell abt urself and ur blog(s).
and nervousness is ok no problem i will make sure to make you feel comfortable
Shweta: hmm i am shweta....from delhi...most of the wl knws me as i ,me and myslf or as tweety my blog life - a hope is all about little things in life dat i have seen around...
a child smiling, a heart break and even d household quarrels....all little tiny things th at make our life happy and sad.
Admin: very intersting but Shweta why you named it as Life- A hope? any particular reason behind it?
Shweta: not really...i was sad dat i made my blog....sometimes we just need hope and thats what i was looking for that moment n so the title :)
Admin: Okay! If we ask you to name your blog other then Life- A Hope what it would be?
Shweta: Our lives in words
Admin: Thats interesting title again.
Tell us something about your nick that you gave yourself, I mean why you chose to write with a nick " I , Me and Myself '?
Shweta: aahhh me quite a self centerd person - so i chose the name i me and myself...for me it signifies being accpetable to my own self...i for shweta...me for who she is....myself for who she has become...
Admin: Thanks for defining us that, Shweta who introduce you to WL or or how you joined WL ?
Shweta: i came across wl thru nikk akka the silent soul....
Admin: When you joined WL and how is the experience so far?

Shweta: yes i made friends and many have gained a lot of respect from me cuz of what they are and for there talents
1. rashi
she is a svthrt....or should i say d devilish angel....read her poems got inspired to write more and finally wid gtalk i came to knw her bettr....she has been a gr8 support overall as a frnd
2. leo
aahhh what shld i say about the poetry king.....when i first talkd to him i found him shy...or shld i say more of an introvert...but honestly wid tym dat i have talked to him he is a svhrt...he is someone i would want to come and tell my prblms to and he would listen patiently...his work....i dont think i reaalyy have to put words to dat...we all knw hw magnificent leo writes
3. ste
he is another svthrt....he is the one i want to contact first when my blog updates...and when i knw i have written miserable to tell me i have written an amazing piece...lolzz....i call him my senior or the story king....being in d same profession it has been fun teasing him...overall an admirable person
4. nabs
or nabila or the mysterious gal
she is someone who relates best to my posts...she is one who cheers me up wid her words of wisdom....her poems touch me so deeply as if written just for me...overall a svt person and i cherish d little talks we have had
5. prats
i dnt knw her much as a person but den she is a gr8 inspiration and a teacher too....her poems are master pieces in itself...so i love her works...
6. kan
7. tan
both of them i admire for their work....
as of now i think i knw only these...n i am sorry if i missed someone....

Admin: okay that was a long one :D I beleive members will be happy seeing there name listred
Shweta: hahah srry i write a lot...n i talk a lot
Admin: Shweta what WL is to you? thats alright. :P
Shweta: wl i wont say is my family....i havent really been dat heavily involved in it...but yes its an imp part of my life...for me WL is a platform to put on my thought and be told svthrt ur not going crazy we all feel the same thing...i like it when i feel i am not alone in this boat of life...WL is a place where i get to be inspire by what others write...to be happy when i so much of talent budding in...n lastly WL is a boon....for me its gr8 to be a part of it or should i say honoured to be a part of it.

Admin: Do you think some members are being selfish in posting and commenting on their own work and not reading others?
Shweta: i should count myself first of all in that list...cuz i havent been that active these days...but then its an individuals choice....i would i agree its not right but i wouldnt comment if someone chooses to do that
i am liking u admin...u seriously seem to be quiet lenient on me.
Admin: what is the one thing that can make you delete a blog of yours?
Shweta: i wouldnt delete my blog...cus just that day rash told me the blog doesnt get blocked if u dont post in it for long time...so i dnt think i would ever delete it...but quite a possibility i might not write in it....sometimes it feels i cant write...so soemtimes the thought of not writing but nothing as such

Admin: Well I beleive this phase comes in every writers life, Shweta what do u think, the best part about WL , which makes it different from others?
Shweta: brb admin...just a moment
Admin: sure
Shweta:Wl is different becuz we have the freedom to write whatever we want…..though I was offended by ppl giving opiniated views about some posts…but d best I like in WL is d fact that the suggestion of ever member is take into account….we can talk about anything and everything and express our feelings into words…no matter on what it is…I mean see we have criket, politics, love, crime everything at one place…what else do we want

Admin: So beautifully you have described.. :)

Shweta: thnkuuuu admin i hope i m not actually boring u
Admin: Shweta what do u think about the recent issues abuduntly rising in WL families liking walking away and all, what do u think is the reason and how it can be cured?
Shweta: yes i just saw a goodbye post today itslef n its really sad....
but i dnt think u shld be walkign away...tell me if we all say that wl is our family then dont we have feeds in family...do the members walk away...i dnt thnk so...n also if u have any prblm give ur opinion...all d admins are gr8....they listen...so i dnt think u really need to go away wid it....it hurts us all....
i love wl becuz we all voice our opinions...we fight we find a soln n we get to a common point....but if u go away hw can we solve...walking away is not a soln
Admin: Thats true, so what we can do for prevention, any suggestions?
Shweta: i cnt say admin...cuz its an individuals choice...all i can request from members is the fact that pls if u have a prblm say it....but dnt leave thy family
u there admin?
Admin: yeah i am sorry... i am back
ok shweta if you have the honours to present an award to one member of the WL family who it would be and why?

Shweta: just one member?? admin not fair...
hmmm.. let me think.. i guess... it would be... Rashi
why because of an amazing person she is...and fr her words...in which she beautifully expresses her feelings....
Admin: okay Shweta now we are starting rapid fire round
are you ready?
Shweta: ohk admin
Admin: In a fight between Tom and Jerry , you will support..?
Shweta: jerry.. he is cute n small like me :)
Admin: Your first friend on blogsvilla?
Shweta: rashi

Admin: You are not comfortable with...?
Shweta: mirrors... they tell d truth which at times is not want u want to c
the admin doesnt seem to like me :(
Admin: no shweta noting is like that
okay Stephen or Sandeep?
Shweta: stephen
Admin: In humor Arjun or Stephen?
Shweta: i havnt read arjun so i wld say stephen again
Admin: The wickest things in your life you did was...
Shweta: burst crackers outside my princi's office :P

Admin: Leo is Prince of poetry you agree?
Shweta: yes anytime
Admin: StepMan or Malan? which series?
Shweta: malan

Admin: Who are three Prose Kings and Queens on WL ? with ranking please
Shweta: kings - leo, tan and i guess aditya

Admin: okay in poetry who are 3 best poet and poetesses
again with ranking
Shweta: poet - leo, tan, n den mav
queen - prats, rash n den

Admin: You love...?
Shweta: smiles on faces of everyone around me

Admin: You would............ If you ever get a chance?
Shweta: fly out from the aircraft on a parachute in an emergency situation..
srry it wldnt be funny dat time...but i want to sense dat gravity thing while falling down :P :D

Admin: On a scale from 0-10 , you will give yourself how much on maturity?
Shweta: 3
Admin: gime two minutes
Shweta: hmm sure
Admin: sorry for the delay
Shweta: no issues.... :)
Admin: tell me one thing in life for which you waited for long?

Shweta: and i have got it or i am still waiting?
Admin: do u think we really need 9 moderators for wl management ? or wud u like to suggest anything regarding lounge management
Shweta: i think its gud to have 9 admins cuz when some are buzy thers are free...so if anyone who wants to talk to admin can easily contact....i think all d admins are great...and my family is in great hands...no change reqd :) :P
Admin: yeah exactly.. suppose u r stranded alone in an island....wht wud be the 3 things that u will take with you

Shweta: hmmm.. my ipod, some food to keep me alve for some days, n hot funny guy who can keep me company :P :)
Admin: why a hot funny guy to accompany you? it cud be a girl whm u cud think of as a soul sister

Shweta: hmm actually not really a bad idea but i would still prefer a guy....den wapas aane ka man nahi karega na ;)
Admin: aww..so u want to stay away frm ur family.. does it means so
Shweta: naaaaa
Admin: wapas aana ka man nahi karega ka use kyun hua tha?
Shweta: it just means if i have no means of coming back den it wuld be nice to have such keep company
Admin: would u nt miss ur family ?
if so whom wud u miss the most
Shweta: yes i would...my dad would be one person i wld miss d most

Admin: if dad is the one person u miss the most.....wht will ur mumma react if she reads this answer of yours
Shweta: she wouldnt comment presently we had a rough tiff....and anywys even if she wld...she knws i wldnt be actually missing her cuz most of d tyms we just end up fighting :P
Admin: so does it means u wont wish happy mothers day wishes to her on mothers day
Shweta: aaawwww dtas not fair admin....
Admin: as per ur answer understanding between u and mumma isnt that great
Shweta: naaa dts not true admin its just dat i love fighting wid her :)

Admin: oh fighting with mumma must be fun....haven't really tried it
Shweta: hehehe yes u must :P
Admin: Which one is easy drowning deep in thoughts or in pool
Shweta: in pool thoughts are irritating and demanding
Admin: hmm...committing suicide or leaving lounge.
Shweta: hahah neither...i love my life n d lounge
Admin: john abraham in lungi or amitabh bachhan in shorts
Shweta: hmm john abraham in lungi
Admin: wud u think this wud turn our as a revolution amongst youngsters out
Shweta: huh...i dnt think guys fancy being in a lungi these days :)

Admin: "ignorance is a bliss" justify and comment on the statement
Shweta: hmm.. for me its d poor children who die of ignorance of their parents....the poor clittle children all over india die of malnutrition...for me its d ignorance of d father who blames the mother for d birth of his daughter...for me ignorance is d cause y we refuse to growup...ignorance is bliss....
Admin: hmm

Shweta: can i ask btw something
Admin: yes ask
Shweta: did i have a change in d admin during d course of interview or is it still d same
Admin: same
Shweta: ohk :)
Admin: wht is the name of the cylinder with raduis "z" and height "a"
Shweta: ouch i am weak at maths admin
Admin: quit engineering.. u dnt knw formula for volume of cylinder
Shweta: thns fr telling me too late fr change of profession
Admin: its "PIzza"
Shweta: pi r saqure h.. ohh yaaa pizzaa :P
Admin: haha see intelligent admin me :p
Shweta: hehehe :P


Admin: what is the probablity that yuvraj will hit a 6,if dhoni hits a 4?
Shweta: i just yold u admin i am week at maths
Admin: thts nt maths dear
Shweta: zero probability
Admin: think out of the box idea duu ? :p
Shweta: do ji
Admin: illogical question dear
Shweta: had hai :)
Admin: where is the connectivity between 2,haina illogical ?
who according to u are the 3 big people of wl? you slept???
Shweta: no how can i sleep when i am under arrest :P
hmm i guess ste kan leo and even sandeep n asbo
srry dat wasnt 3
Admin: who is the rajnikanth of WL?
Shweta: sandy.... lolzz
Admin: what makes u say that sandy is the lounge 's rajnikant :p
Shweta: :P just he is d first one who came to my mind n plus when i think comedy in wl sandy comes in mind....
Admin: then do u think real rajnikanth will regret after reading this statement of yours
for him being compared to sandy
Shweta: naa i dnt think so....every write up of sandeep dat i have read has made me laugh n smile...n honestly sandy is gr8 at it

Admin: sandy rocks.... sandeep balan implies masti and fun then what does sandeep malan imply
Shweta: more masti n fun a n a bit of idiocy mixed wid laughter...
Admin: what do you think about monday delight series come back ?
Shweta: wid me its gr8 :P
Admin: so let me check if you knw facts related to writers lounge?
Shweta: i dnt think so i wil knw but i ll try
Admin: writers Lounge was founded by which 3 people ,on which day and which date?
Shweta: it was ste asbah sandeep
Admin: day nd date


Shweta: hmm let me think
Admin:think
Shweta: it was 17th july 2008
Admin:who is the youngest member of WL?any idea
Shweta: princess sonshu i guess....she is 14 na...i dnt think ny1 younger dan her
Admin:it is roshni she is 12 :)
Shweta: ohkk :)

Admin:so,wl has witnessed how many contests till now
Shweta: hmm first was rain drenched then d inspiration contest den d LOL contest
Admin:what is your idea about Lounge awards?you think we shud have an annual award function where we would felicitate members
Shweta: yes i guess...it would be a way to appreciate every member in WL
Admin:shall we proceed to see what members have to ask you ok
Shweta: okez :)


Admin:criss asks"what is more imprtant to you...a post that comes from deep within ur heart...or something that can touch other's hearts?"
Shweta: something dat can touch oders hearts...
Admin:vinay asks "why is you blog named life - a hope?"
Shweta: i already answered dat leo....we just need hope at times to move one....and when i created the blog i did need dat hpe dats all...
Admin:leo asks "what poetry form you prefer to write more? and why?"
Shweta: sad poetry....i tend to write dem more easily no leo...u already no dat....
and plus i can put more emotions in dem and make dem as painful as i want
Admin:yes we are aware of it
Shweta: :)
Admin:insi asks "whom you see as a role model in WL? who admires you the most?"

Shweta: nik as d role model and rashi fr d admiriation part :)
Admin:aarthi says"I personally love her acros and her poetry in hindi... whats your source of inspiration? something that inspires her the most?"
Shweta: pain is my inspiration...the confusion in lives of others is my inspiration...the smile on d face of my little niece is my inspiration....the love of my parents is my inpiration...the support of my brother is my inspiration...little things dat all inspire me

Admin:sonshu asks "what do you think is the secret of writing?"
Shweta: the pen of heart and the ink of emotions
Admin:sonshu again asks "why you write, everyone has a different purpose, some write to express, some simply, some bcoz they are pouring with things to say?"
Shweta: i write when i am frustated to core...and i can give my anger on to that white paper which readily absorbs it...i write when i am happy....to paint the white paper with colours....so dat it makes my life brighter n much happier :P
Admin:aravind wants to know your thoughts on the prospects of our nation in your generation
Shweta: our nation can devlop and reach new heights only if we allow it...only if our lovely politiciancs leave their own selfish interests and look for d intersts of the country....if every individual in this country takes it as his or her priority to make it better and take it on d path of development and prosperity

Admin:pulkit wants to know the reason for selecting your pen name as i,me ,myself and significance of the same and why only this pen name?
Shweta: aahhh pulkit i gave dat answer to d admin....me quite a self centerd person - so i chose the name i me and myself...for me it signifies being accpetable to my own self...i for shweta...me for who she is....myself for who she has become...
srry admin i just copy pasted it...
Admin:never mind
Shweta: as to why only dis pen name cuz dis is d best which describes me
Admin:prats asks why do you like tweety so much?
Shweta: heheheh nice ques prats....tweety is dis one cute name given to me by kan...n i love it cuz it is as cute as me :) n plus d tag allows me to b a kid....which i am by heart n mind.. d
Admin:hmm.. sandeep asks " what if the sun were to rise in south?"
Shweta: den the feng shui guys n d vastu shastra guys will have to change their norms :)
Admin: wht if it sets in south
Shweta: funny answer fr d funny guy.... i am liking this interview after all :D :P


Admin:ste says "It has been noticed that most of the bloggers in blogworld are actually technology students in form of Engineers and many others related to computer field.Do you think that they have ample time to write such stuffs in form of poems,stories etc.You are a future engineer and I hope you could better understand this thing.Who is your role model behind writing? and where do you see yourself after 3 years from now.? One more thing how come you guys write such really good poems... .teach me :P
Shweta: ohk dats like whole loads many ques....ya so d engineers are all vela ppl who have nothing to do till dere semsters come...so to pass time dey right ste...
n being a future engg mr senior i think i am as vela as a ny of u right nw...role model behind writing none - but yes nik i would say is d reason i am writing in d blog world....3yrs down d line finishd my btech and bitching about getting no placement :) ahhh so poetry...so someone is here being modest haan...ste though iu d story king but still u right gud enuf poetry urself n i dont think a novice like me can teach u dat... i guess i am thru wid d question or did i leave behind anythin

Admin: arun asks "one thing that you would like to change in your past or present"
Shweta: aahhhh i dnt think admin i would answer abt d past....in present just d short temperness in me...
Admin: sandeep asks " if wl were ur bf ,then 3 things u love abt him"
Shweta: WL?
Admin:yup
Shweta: hahahah ohk
1. its eq is tooooo high
2. it would understande me for who i am
3. i wouldnt get bored wid him ever

Admin:sandeep asks " if wl were your ex bf,then 3 reason for dumping him "
Shweta: wide smile aaww not fair
1. he is too emotional
2. he keeps me too busy...i cant get into oder errands
3. he fights wid me when he shldnt
third one is lame.. but i couldnt get any oder reason.. sandy seriously not fair

Admin:nabila asks "what are the things u learnt or gained from WL which impacted u the most in real life?"
Shweta: d fact dat i am not alone is d best thing i learnt from wl...when u not alone u tend to take ur pain less seriously....u dnt question why me...i have learnt to accpet things for what dey are...nia mthanks to wl for dat....n wl has given me frnd which i can cherish for life time....each of them making me learn in their own different ways...

Admin:apurva asks "what motivated you to join wl?"
Shweta: nik akka the silent soul did...all thnks to him i joined....

Admin:so we have come to an end of the interview.
any message for your fellow loungers
Shweta: aahhh nothing much...enjoy my interview ...give gud comments ebven if u dont like it...and keep encouraging me for what i write...i wouldnt do it widout ur encouragement...so i am litrally threatning u guys to do dat :P :) luv u all....
thanks admin for bein so sweet n yet not so sweet :P :D i loved it to core

Admin: your message for sandeep , asbah and ste
Shweta: thanku for creating this place...god bless u all.i am sure for many of the loungers...dey eat breath and sleep with d lounge...so thanku for makiing this place so special...n ya if u wldnt have done dat i wouldnt be getting interviewed na :P so thanks for dat also

Admin: any message for the person who is interviewing you :P
Shweta: thanku for being so nice and considerate wid ur questions...app aur apke sawaal na hote to pata nai mera kya hota....heheheh on a serious note seriously i just told ste before d interview i was hell nervous abt it...so thanks for making it so comfortable and not d torturous experience i was expecting it to b.... thankuuuu admin hugs

Admin:any way shweta...it was nice knowing lots of things about you.... hope fellow loungers can know you well......from now nice talking to you good night
Shweta: same here admin...my pleasure... gn admin.... n choco dreams
Admin:best of luck for your future endevours
Shweta: thankuuu
Admin:gud nite and sweet dreams
Shweta: thnks once agian admin
Admin:welcome bye

Next Monday Delight with Insiya

Companon for me is you..

Crushed hopes, dark world, lost ways and killed aspirations

Once, there was a world of such devastations.

Mourning continued, sobbing followed, night kept creeping in

Plight like this, and a girl fastened there in.

And all the miracles of which mortals are aware; seemed false

Nothing worked, all went in despair.

Indeed the only thing she needed was a little love, a little care

Or may be a little stretched hand to support; but

None came, none bothered and she was left alone.

For a while, suddenly the prayers seemed to come true

On a far land, came an angel, as human he grew

Ripping the darkness, steeped in her little world, wiped her tears off

Making an unsaid promise, held her hand and walked short

Entwined fingers, shivering body and a new ray of hope

Inside she was afraid, but knew now she ll cope

She knew, the angel came for her, came to love and trust her

Yes, she knew he came to be a companion of her

Oh, how happy she was, to be loved, to be cared, to be trusted all again

Unending tears followed, but this time, not in vain.

P.S. It's the nearest poem to my heart...something which came so deep from my heart that i almost forgot that it was just a mix of words...:)
P.P.S. It's a repost....from my brand new blog ❤❤~~Mirage~~❤❤ exclusively on poetry and all kinda fiction :)
P.P.P.S. Like always i am again going to say sorry....as soon as may exams ended...office started..:( :( and so i cudn get time to chck WL..:( :( m so sorry..:( :( i ll start commenting and posting again...hopefully mod ll forgv me for that :P

WHENEVER COMES THE 23RD – the poem!!!

Those many months ago, when had come the 23rd
I still remember, what from you, I had heard
that made me proud of having taken birth
as it gave me hope that I was destined for mirth.

From then on, every month when came the 23rd
It was the time for us to, each other, renew our word
that we would be together even beyond eternity
and that go on fulfilling each other’s necessity.


Came and went, over time, many such 23rd
and for me, you were like that tweety bird
whom I thought, was sent to me from heaven
so that my life would always get enliven.

Alas, ironically, today happens to be the 23rd
and still I feel the reason you gave as absurd .
Since you are no longer anywhere in sight
about you and our memories, I sit and write.

Our Earth

Our Mother,
The Earth,
Is dying.

Global warming,

Ozone layer being damaged.

It's all contributing.

We can stop this,

We can make a change,

So the Earth is a better place to live.

Not only for us,

but our children and grandchildren too!

Recycle,

Use less electricity,

Don't drop that litter!

Come on, all together,

WE CAN MAKE A CHANGE.

Guys this is not about the poem... it's about what's written. I hope you change your habits so our planet, the only habitable one, survives. WE CAN DO IT TOGETHER

I write @ roshwrites

WHENEVER COMES THE 23RD

Dear all,
This poem had been written a couple of months back for a specific reason, but the narration is what happened just a few hours back when I met some friends. Since wont be able to put the work on that day, as per the rules of the lounge, thought of doing it today itself. I’ve done the translation as usual as its in TULU language.
CHARACTERS:
C-CHINMAYA ie ME
M-Manu
N-Nishu
LOCATION: Manu’s “room” at Madivala, Bangalore, TODAY!!

M-nishuna kathe kenaga bejaar apundya..daayag aayane ee lethe? (Nishu’s story is really sad.why did you call him?)
C-Meet malth mast dina aandata..yank ayana divorce bagee yerla panthijii..(I hadn’t met him for long. And none had told me about the divorce)
M-hmmm..tula..ayaa bathe..kaidu kapp totte undu..ait daade undu gotunda nik?? (hmmm,se..he has come..and in his hand, there is a black cover…do you know whats in that?)
C-gotundya..3 glasses korle! (I know.give me 3 glasses!)
M-yank bodchi..ithe ninna blogging aandata?..(I don’t want. You are through with your blogging right?)
C-yan aand..(Iam done)..Hey Nishu!!!..WELCOME
N- Hello brothers!..All ok?
M-ee ok ullana nishu?(Are you ok nishu?)
N-yaan ok apuve..balaa Chinmay..suru malpuga..yenchanda Manuna company ippuji! (I’ll become ok..Come Chinmay, lets get started. Anyways, Manu wont give us company!!)
C-Chalo, time for party!!
N-surukk onji ajpa yaavata nik?..(For a start,60 is enough for you right?)
C-yaavya..kullu..bokka ninna kathe suru malpu..yank ilge bega povodu..(Enough for me.Sit now and .start your story fast as I’ve to go home fast)
(Cries of “cheers” in the background)..
Suddenly Nishu starts this song….

Mere Dil Mein Aaj Kya Hai

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C-Daade andya?/pura senti aatana ee?? (What happened?..You are already senti?)
N-andhya..aal yaana buddpotal..yelonji namma anniversary…aike aalna mast miss maltondullle..(Yes she left me and went. And day after is our anniversary. That’s why iam missing her very much)
C-karana enchinage?..(What are the reasons?)
N-avae gotijji..aike yank mast bejaar apundu..aalg maltha mokae yaan ammer-appergla maltijji…(That’s what I don’t know. And that’s what makes me sad. I loved her more than my father-mother)
C-hmmm..maande becch malpodchya..adrushta itanda aal pira barpaal..(hmmm..dont take to much tension. If you are lucky,she’ll come back to you)
N-undu divorceya..breakup aath..(this is a divorce..not a breakup)
C-gotundu.anchane pande.(I know..said just like that)
(After hearing his woes out over 2/3 pegs)
N-hmmm..tuka..atleast ee maltanaa aata..aike yank kushi aand..(hmmm..lets see…atleast you met up naa..thats why iam happy)
C-formality dayaagya..onji malpuve..nik onji poem korpe..aalg forward malth tula!!..aalgla ninna benae arthavodataa!(Why all that formality?..I’ll do one thing..i’ll give you one poem..forward it to her so that she understands your pain!)
N-ee uddar apujiya..koru..tuka..(You wont improve..anyways,give..i’ll see)
C-(to M)..anna, 5 mins comp bodu..(brother, need the comp for 5 minutes)
M-hmmm..iga…kullu.(hmmm..here..sit!)
(After 5 minutes..)
C-nishu, desktop mith yaan poem save malthe..bokka check malpu..yaan ithe poope..(Nishu, I’ve saved the poem on the poem on the desktop. Check it later as I am going now)
M-yaanla oduve! (I’ll also read it!)
C-odule!.ithe yaan barpe..cya..(Read it!..now I am going..cya..)

(Over to the poem now!!)

Execution of Consciousness

This poem is about those unfortunate individuals who were beheaded in the Middle East region over the past decade primarily because of Jihad. I think most of you have heard of these incidents through videos uploaded in different extremist websites on the Internet.

. . . .

Staring through a broken window , I saw a boy collecting shells
Holding my swollen elbow , I heard voices coming from other cells
Men wearing turbans, placed a gun a little left of my head
My ears slowly deafened, I saw a forlorn dream of escape

Then came a dark fanatic reciting hymns in Arabic
Sharpening his sword with a smile of a psychic
His eyes spoke of eternal satisfaction

Marching towards an unknown territory
I wondered was it really the end of my story
As they prepared for another execution

They tied my hands with rusted barbwire
I heard them plan and happily conspire
My head was all they ever needed

I watched my fall on a bloodshed empire
I began to understand their desire
For them I was just an half-breed defeated

Somebody hits me on the head with a cold steel bar
I screamed in agony as they burned me with a hot cigar
I got a crash course in pain

The turban head slayer came to me
Made a video tape of my offshore fury
As he shouted "This will take him to heaven"

Screaming in joy the slayer started chopping my throat
Blood started splashing as I was beheaded like a goat
In minutes my head toppled down

I watched my body lie and shiver on a blood drenched floor
My eyes began to close while the fading brain implored
Broadcasting this savage in every town

As my soul watch them upload my beheading video in mpeg format
On youtube, ogrish,al jazeera and other websites of vintage combat
I wonder who is really to blame

As Plato once said "only the dead has seen the end of war"
To witness this end , I believe I really came too far
Only truth is "kill in God's name".

. . . .

Lets hope that these killings will end one day. Thanks all.

Moonlight Madness

The angel dressed in naked

Charging my fever, in the cradle of her arms

Luring my sanity with her infernal charms

Whispers to me of futures unfeasible

A finger down my spine, her thirst insatiable

Never have I lived a night, so blissful

Lust is all, the love of my nights

My senses ablaze, spirit she ignites

The demon within me, her lust incites

Never again I care to glimpse the daylights

Angel of the dark

Fall again tomorrow

Touch me, smother me, steal my soul

Corrupt me with your heavenly kiss

Drive me out of my mind, in this unholy bliss

-^- ARUN KUMAR -^-

HELLO….IS IT ME YOU ARE LOOKING FOR?? –the poem!!!

Story is here: http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/hellois-it-me-you-are-looking-for.html

Hello…is it me you are looking for?

as it is you, from my life, gone far.

I somehow lost many a night’s sleep

and my heart still hasn’t stopped to weep.

Hello…is it me you are looking for?

hard to believe that you were the star.

Everyday whenever the night turns into dawn

I detest as it reminds me that from my life, gone.

Hello…is it me you are looking for?

off late, in me, I am waging a civil war.

Iam unable to get even a single clue

of how I let you, from my life, go.

Hello…is it me you are looking for?

hasn’t at all healed, my heart’s scar.

The more about you, I sit and think

it drives me to the path of disaster’s brink.

Hello…is it me you are looking for?

will always be kept my heart, ajar.

As I write this, after work, this eventide

I just wished, that you were, beside.

HELLO….IS IT ME YOU ARE LOOKING FOR??

Dear all,

Another work from memory!!Iam unable to know whether this kind of works is liked by or not as I don’t get any feedback from anyone!!. Anyways, as long as none are bothered, I’ll go on writing and posting when I get time. Now, without much ado, I’ll directly go to the narration!

CHARACTERS:

C: Chinmaya ie me.

R-Rahul.

LOCATION: A1-13,SAI NAGAR, ANDHERI-WEST, MUMBAI

R-chins..busy kya? (chins, busy?)

C-nai re. par kaiko? (no,but why?)

R-chalo,station chalte hein..(lets go to the station)

C-udhar se?..(from there?)

R-is baar hum WORLI SEA FACE chalte hein! (this time,w e’ll go to WORLI SEAFACE!)

C-tu jaa re..mein nahi aunga.(you go ahead. I wont come.)

R-kyu? (why?)

C-bas aise hi. poem likne ke liye soch raha hu..par idea nahi mil raha hein..(Just like that. I am thinking of writing a poem. Not getting ideas though.)

(After some time ‘R’ is back)

R-chins, mera mobile ko dekha?call karke dekho.. (chins, seen my mobile?..just call on it and see)

C-okies..(And calls R’s mobile.)..milaa? (got it?)

(After sometime..)

R-haan mila..idhar hi taa..(got it..it was here only)

C-mereko bhi mila! (even I also got!)

R-kya?(what?)

C-poem ke liye IDEA!! (got an idea for a poem)

R-chh aila!!…tu sudrega nahi re..(abuses)(you’ll never improve)

(This was R’s caller tune then and even now also!!)

(Over to the work!!…)

SCARED TO LOVE....

The last time it was struck hard,
My heart shattered like brittle glass,
It pierced through each part of me,
And all I could do, was to let time pass....

And slowly and steadily,
The wounds began to heal,
I grew stronger and happier,
A faint ache was all I could feel....

But each wound leaves behind a scar,
And these wounds left many too,
Reminding me of the painful past,
And of what I've gone through....

And whenever I try to love someone,
A chill runs down my spine,
It's become difficult to hold onto,
Any relation of mine....

I recovered from heart break once,
But I am not strong enough to bear more pain,
It would destroy me, if I have another,
And that's why I am scared to love again!!!

cross-posted from my blog: http://countless-emotions-mona.blogspot.com

Acrostic : Shit happens

still getting close babeh
holding onto each other
I love you :)
That is eternal and messemerizing

Holding each other
All to do for this Valentine day
Painting each other with color of love
Pampering with singing fairytale of joys
Eternal starry nights
Never ending luv
Silhouttes of you in my embattled life.

My first Acrostic- "I MISS YOU"

I MISS YOU

I didn't expect this end

Many days we spent together

Instilled in us the friendship

Shattered into pieces now

Sorry from my side

Yearning for the old relationshp i am

Obliviated by ur friendship

Useless I am without u......

Its a crossposting.....

I blog at-->>It's raining outside

BLAME it on the NAME

Pre-script: [On a fine night in a pub, Me and Gulabo. While i had a few glasses of Martini, Gulabo was on her second glass of Frooti-on-the-rocks. When we both were a bit tipsy, this conversation started]

Me- Hey Rose, tell me something!!! Who gave you the name Rose???

Rose- What do you mean to say? Why can't i be named Rose? After all, a rose by any other name will still be a rose!

Me- I mean....why Rose??? Why not, say Sunflower??? Or even Hibiscus??

Rose- Err....dunno! I like the name Rose....I love flowers......infact any name related to flowers. Hmmm.......find an alternate name for me.....mind you, should be related to flowers!

[the bartender serving us.....eyed her profusely. He bent forward....towards her....and asked sincerely]

Bartender- "Cauliflower chalega?????"


P.S| sorry...gulabo....lol....wanted to write something. Aur teri yaad bhi aa rahi thi....lol.
Next time Penguin ki baari hai......

A Complicated Thought On A Simple Life

Greetings all fellow WL members... After a long pause since the invite, I have finally arrived to WL with this post that was written a long time back (Feb 6, 2008).

Thanks to all my best friends here, Vinay, Mehr, Kaj, Ste, Vinz, Sid (Riversoul), Thoorika and RV.


One of my friends and a fellow blogger asked me to try and answer an earlier question of mine.

Life, oh life, why are you so simple for us to complicate?

Hmmm... I don't know if I can answer this question but in trying to do so, I have had a strange thought that I would like to share. Let us assume that life is too complex for us to understand or to live with. Every decision we have to make has to go through a much rigorous process and approvals. Based on the people we surround ourselves with, we may get pretty good advice and would be leading a life where every challenge, how hard it may seem, will have a plan made out by our protective group.

Our self thinking would stop and we would be asking our peers for guidance and approval for any solution or action that we intend to do. Even if we think for ourselves and decide on something, it has to be approved by the peers cos life is too complex for us to decide by ourselves. There would be help-desks filled with people to guide our life at every corner & crossroads of our life.

We lose all that is special about every one of us and become just part of the system. All our tasks and goals would be directed and served for us to just execute. Some of us may even prefer that kind of life in order to escape the hurts and regrets that we share in our present lives. It maybe be more safer than the current way of simple life as even if things go wrong, there is a group of people to take the blame for and support us back to normalcy.

Compare that to a life of simplicity where we can choose the level of dependency we want in our life. A chance to take pride in ourselves when our decision works out well and an equal chance in facing the consequences when things fall apart always proves to be an adventure. The uncertainty, the confusion, the excitement and the adventure; all the attributes of a simple life would be too great to be missed.

For all that a simple life is, it suits a guy like me who likes to make his own path through a jungle than to walk in a well paved & restricted road, directed by traffic life wardens on either side. A complicated life maybe too simple to live with but it is only for those who never intend to be independent. Despite the ups & downs of a simple life, I cannot imagine myself in a different way of life and though I crib a lot about it, I must admit that I always try to enjoy this rollercoaster ride of my life.

Lets write a story

Haven't we all become so serious lately ?? Hell YES !! see i ma no good at writing humor posts like Arjun, Sandeep or Vitruvian Boy ( sorry if i missed any other humor blogger here ) .. but we can all try to create some mess here ?? ok .. lets play this game .. lets write a story .. all of us .. together .. each person gets to write just 2 lines .. make it as crazy you want .. lets see where it leads .. i will post the whole story from the comments in 24 hrs :D .. you can comment as many times but not next to your lines ! I start with :


It was sweating hot outside but he still wanted to wear his jacket. He too was feeling hot but .....



(go on frnz... unleash your wicked ideas )

55 Fiction and Acrostic- linked together

Hey everyone! Soon there is going to be a guest post series on my blog roshwrites! 5 members of the lounge are writing them as a celebration for me reaching my 50th post! If you are wondering who they are, it's Aarthi, Miss Sunshine, Prats, Tan and Princess Sonshu! There is also going to be an awards ceremony for my 50th post :D I hope to see many of you there, reading and commenting! See Sonshu's guest post here

The sky was blue and the trees were swaying in the wind. She walked up the path to her front door and knocked on it. When there was no reply, she pressed the bell. "SURPRISE!"

Her whole family was standing there, with big grins on their faces.

"My God!" the girl exclaimed. She was happy.



Hurtful thoughts disappear through the window

A new smile is born

Presents pressed in to her arms,

Proud when everybody says

You rock!



Hopefully you noticed that the 55 fiction and the acrostic were linked together!

Love Is What They Need...

A day when I fail to remember
Love that you all gave me
Zealously I pray, let it never happen
Hear my cries oh lord, hear me
Ever if it happens
I may please be forgiven
My memories have deserted me
Every moment it might be painful
Read my love for you in my eyes
Sadness is what they might speak

"I rushed to show this piece of paper to my mom! I somehow knew who's handwriting it was... my grandmother's!
"Mom, I saw this diary in my closet... went through a few pages and see what I saw."

My mom glanced through the pages. I was right! It was my grandmother's diary.
"Oh dear! I feel so sorry for her. May be she knew what was going to happen to her and hence, she wrote this."

I could see the tears in my mom's eyes.
My grandmother was a very cheerful lady...ever smiling! She always enjoyed meeting new people, talking to them, spreading smiles everywhere she went.

Suddenly she had started keeping to herself... she did not come out with us anywhere we went. She even stopped talking to me!
That afternoon when I came back from my school, she saw me through the door and refused to recognise me! At first I thought that she was joking, but later on I was told that she was not. In a few days' time, she stopped recognising everyone around and had started withdrawing herself from everything and everyone around.

After a few months, she became bed-ridden! She could not walk... out of fear she threw away the food I got for her. She spoke of the things unknown to us, may be something unknown to her as well. I always got angry on her whenever she did such strange things. I seldom could stop myself from shouting on her!

Today, she is no more...

Today when I read what she wrote a few years' back, it makes me feel guilty for what I did to her! She could do nothing but had to give in to that remorseful fate of hers.
Sorry Grandma, I know you are listening to my cries tonight.
Will you ever forgive me for what I did, ever?"

And with this, she closed her diary...

A tear fell on the last word she wrote. She was not sure whether that word had been wiped off by the tear that fell on it, but she knew that these words would have been heard by her grandmom and would have been forever etched in heart!

P.S.: I saw a post on the aged people affected by the Alzheimer's disease in a post at Leo's blog Conjuring Kreativity! My heart goes out to all those affected by Alzheimer's. I urge all their friends and relatives to treat them with love and compassion because these patients hardly know what they are doing, unlike us who are very much aware of our actions.

Crossposted from my blog-

PRAGMATIC UTOPIA

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BRING HER BACK-the poem

READ THE STORY AT: http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/bring-her-back.html

Bring her back, oh lord, if you exist really in heaven
as I want her, my life, always , to be there to enliven.
Bring her back as I still want to lead my life
and want to disappear, all my existing strife.

Bring her back as I don’t want to suffer
as I know something, to me, she’ll offer.
Bring her back as I still can’t forget her face
and I cant endure, alone, this phase.

Bring her back as I am unable to sleep
as every night, my heart is out to weep.
Bring her back as tears are turning out to be blood
and one day, all the rivers, with it, will overflood.

Bring her back to me very soon
as that I what I want as a boon.
Bring her back so my life can be jolly
as I am ready to repent for all my folly.

Bring her back as always a note, am out to sing
as slowly I am turning out to be a bird sans a wing.
Bring her back if there is destined some mirth
and if she is really someone my worth.

Though I know... !

Alone in the crowd,
With my loved ones,
with me.
But, when I look around,
I find no one,
beside me.
I don't say they don't care for me,
But I do feel that they just bear me.
Maybe, something is wrong with me.
Though I don't want it to be.
I don't want to express myself,
Though,
I know it would be good,
for thyself.
Expressing myself is something - I fear.
And in that fear, I believe!

BRING HER BACK

Dear all,
This poem had no story as such behind writing it unlike the rest of my works. It can be termed as an appeal of sorts to GOD to make something happen. But before going to the poem, I thought I include a small narrative so that the poem maybe understood in a better manner.

CHARACTER:
SOME CHAP OUT THERE
LOCATION: SOME BAR!!
(He is reflecting, obviously on the past…)

Whats happening to me?..What has made me like this?..Earlier, I never used to step into a bar. I would make fun of those who drank Then,when I started and it was just once a while. That time it used to be beer and that too a PINT!.How I “graduated” to liquor, God only knows. For economic reasons, that was the best time pass and that too when I had money, I hardly needed a reason.

She knew I used to drink. I wanted her to make me leave it. All she said was that I drink to my limits and that she had no objections to it as her father too drank! One night, she told me that the next time we went out, she wanted to try a BREEZER! But when we went out, we fought and that was the last time I saw or heard from her.

(Remembers this song especially the 2nd stanza…

Oh God!. I have finished a half now! And I need to go home also. Iam feeling hungry as well. God knows what amma would have prepared. When she was there, all I wanted was to eat what all she prepared. Even if she mixed arsenic instead of salt, I would have had it gladly. But now, I am slowly poisoning myself each time I take a sip.Her friends must have told her about it. Yet, she wants to act ignorant. If only she comes back……

(Over to the work…)

..!!!..

My eyes flooded with tears
Sky sprinkled with anger
When thou hurt me
never tendering me

My face languished with grief
Waves quarreled with shore
When thou mocked at me
never consoling me

My hands kissed with separation
Path lost with desires
When thou left me
never greeting me

My lips muted with agony
life sank with futility
When thou choked me
never knowing how much i luv thee

ON MY CONFIDANT-the POEM!!

Dear all,
This is the poem I had written as a “tribute” to my one-time confidant!!..Incase you missed the story, please read it here: http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-my-confidant.html. I CPCd the work directly from my blog. So,felt lazy to change it from caps to lower cases!!..Hope you like both the story and the poem!!


I HAVE BEEN WITH HER FROM YEARS NEARLY SEVEN
AND IN DIFFRENT WAYS, SHE IS OUT TO ENLIVEN.
HOW IN EACH OTHER LIVES, WE GOT TO KNOW
IS A MYSTERY THAT I THOUGHT I DONT EVER NOW.

TOGETHER WHENEVER I'VE GONE, SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN
AND WHAT ALL I'VE DONE OR ENCOUNTERED, SHE HAS SEEN
AS INVARIABLY, ON A DAILY BASIS, TO HER, I MUST CONFIDE
AS NOTHING AT ALL , I CAN DARE TO THINK TO HIDE.

DESPITE OUR DIFFRENCES,WE MANAGE TO SOMEHOW GET ALONG
AND WE MAY BE TOGETHER TILL I WRITE MY SWAN SONG
AS TO GET TO KNOW HER, THOSE YEARS WAS JUST A HOBBY
AND NOW SHE HAS STARTED TO ACCEPT ME AS HER HUBBY.

BEING WITH ME ALL THESE YEARS, IN MY CURRENT LIFE
HAS MADE ME HER SEE BOTH JOY AND LOT OF STRIFE.
PERHAPS A STEP, I WOULDNT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO KEEP FURTHER
AS WITHOUT HER PRESENCE, I WOULDNT HAVE SEEN FARTHER.

IF YOU'VE HAS BEEN WONDERING ABOUT WHOM AM OUT TO TELL
TIME HAS COME,TO ALL, ABOUT HER ,EACH KNOWS WELL
AS ITS NONE OTHER THAN MY SPECIAL PERSONAL DIARY
IN WHICH I WRITE WHAT ALL HAS BEEN A PART OF MY MEMORY.

ENTRY INTO IT IS SOMETHING I DONT FORGET AT ANY COST
AS MY MEMORIES,AT ANY COST, DONT WANT TO GET LOST.
BUT TODAY I FELT THAT THIS ODE WAS LONG DUE
OF ABOUT WHAT ALL IAM TO DO, PEOPLE GET A CLUE!!

HELLO ALL..I AM BACK!!!

Dear all,
Yesterday, due to some incident, I had thought that I was being forced out of the LOUNGE by someone around. But by night, I had decided to make a come back of sorts!!..I was reflecting on what all some people commented and thought that I try to make a mark in this ocean through my efforts. I may be a lousy writer according to the standards here, but please help me improve myself if you read my work/s anytime.

Something for all of you for now…Will be back soon to bore you soon!!


For a poet, feedback for their works, is what they need

and tough it is to find such people who are willing to read.

But like you all , iam lucky to have,. come across

who, my works, regularly read without feeling cross.

Though we are at places, from each other, far away

regularly through writes and reviews, we have our say.

Knowing you all in so less time, for me, has been a pleasure

as it is something that i wont be able to measure.

All that i can, as always, is to express my thanks

for you to take trouble and give my works a glance.

May you be blessed with a quill that will always write

and be in touch with me,even if we aren’t in sight.

A few quotes........

"The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on" , said a smart writer by the name of Robert Bloch. Now I can't help but smile. And the question I ask myself is not why but WHO?


Every one's favorite comedian and shoe targeted man, George Bush figured out the obvious and said, "You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test."

An American Comedian (name motioned below) figured out when the worst place to have an heart attack is. "I think the worst time to have a heart attack is during a game of charades...or a game of fake heart attack."

The great composer, Louis Hector Berlioz said once "Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils ... " And how true it is!! No wonder I don't like teachers.

"Every fight is a food fight when you’re a cannibal." said Demetri Martin, an American comedian.

I unfortunately wont be as active as I used to be as I have school and cricket coachings.

The re-united love

The gate was open wide,

There she was like an angel,

Amidst the mist,

Clad in his favourite attire,

With a bunch of red roses in her hand.....

He walked slowly towards her,

He couldn't believe the reality,

His heart was filled to the brim with joy,

He neared her,

She was the first to talk,

"Remember?? I told u,

I would wait forever,

And that even death couldn't seperate us!!!"

He hugged her.....

Being in heaven is indeed a pleasure.....

Rajkumar -->> It's raining outside

GOOD BYE ALL..

Dear all,
As usual, I was planning to post something this morning. But I received a mail some time back that disturbed me. All this while, I used to ignore mails from that id.But today, it said that due to some member, my works aren’t welcome here. Moreover, that made me aware as to why I wasn’t getting any read/ feedback from others out here.

I know that I am still a small fish in this vast ocean of talents and hence maybe overlooked. But somehow feel that I stop writing here so that established people thrive here and have a nice time. So, henceforth, I wont post anything here and get back to my work. Thanks all those for the read of my works. Iam sorry if I couldn’t match your expectations and for joining in at the outset.. All the best in your respective lives and happy lounging and blogging within yourselves.

Regards,
Chinmaya aka THE BARD

Monday Delight - A WL Interview Series

To WL Family!

Its a great pride for all of us to know each other by different aspects. After long time of break we are here with an announcement of an interview coming this Monday i.e 22 June 2009. Though it was announced previously that Insiya aka illusiOn~ will be interviewed but due to some unavoidable reasons we are unable to do so, but for sure its scheduled. Shweta aka I, Me and Myself is selected as out next guest for Monday Delight. For those who are still unaware of Shweta aka I, Me and Myself can go through her writing's by clicking I, Me and Myself in labels or by clicking her personal blog Hope-A Life

You are requested to email us your questions for Shweta on WL Gmail id ( i.e writers.in.lounge@gmail.com) by Sunday morning.
We are sure it will be great fun knowing more about each other.
Regards,
WL Admin.

Crime of Silence

What should I expect from you?
It isn’t really your fault
I am the one to be blamed
My eyes are drooped and my soul ashamed

Your words killed my innocence today
How can I believe that you loved me?
How do I know that it was your anger which spoke?
How do I move on and consider it a joke?

Do I mean nothing to you?
All these years of love and affection
Was it a dream that I lost?
The lilies of my patience are dying
‘cuz of your inconsiderate frost

Every time you said it,
And I was always silent
My soul screamed with every accuse
And for days I was left fighting with my blues

I could have answered your questions
But you had no right to question my soul
He says to tell you all I have in heart
Or else move on, not worry why we part

How should I move on?
How should I be numb to my pain?
Why are you the one inflicting pain?
When you should have been my sunshine in the rain

Your questions make me doubt self
My dignity is being put on charge
And you are the one standing against me
Why have you given deaf ears to my plea?

I am surprised you could say it
Did you know the gravity of your words?
He says I am the sufferer
But for him I am also the defaulter

Should I sit and cry for days?
Or should i erase your words from thoughts
Should I confess my crime?
Or should I wait for the music of chime

Yes I am wrong; I am solely to be blamed
I accepted my mistake and I still do
But how could you say, my anguish was no issue?
But yes my tears for you were never an issue?

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I Thought He Loved Me...

My feet were hanging off the edge of a cliff. There was deep water below, way below. I paused, and thought. Should I do this? Should I not? I thought about everyone who loved me, and that was one person. Then I thought about everyone who didn't love me. That was everyone.

~

A few hours past, and my feet were still in the same position. I thought about Rajiv, my brother. He loved me. He really and truly loved me. It was devastate him to hear that I had died. As I turned around, ready to walk back home, I was met by Rajiv. "Rajiv. I can explain-

I began. Then he gave me a nudge. I remember thinking, what was happening? Then I fell down, down, down, in to the deep water. In an instant, I was gone. Gone forever.

~

So now, from up above, I warn everyone. Do not trust someone entirely, even if you think you know they love you.

End of words

What can I write
When I have no power left
No energy to weild words
No enthusiasm to get ideas.

What can I write
WHen I am afraid to hear my own voice
Afraid to speak my mind.
Afraid to loose it everyday.

What can I write
When the fire is lost
The music has gone
And the show has stopped.

But then,
A strange thought crosses my mind.
Is pain more painful
Or the thought of it.
Is fear more dreaded
Or is it it's anticipation.
Is rejection really real?
Or is it in the mind!!

What more can I write
maybe it's time
to take a little time
And get some rest
And get up strong.

"Puzzled"

Confused by the environment
And thousand questions of my addled mind
I still look and search for answers;
Though knowing that it can't be answered
By mind or soul.

I still try to go
Beyond the untraveled barriers....
Why is the true minds?
Are always puzzled!



With worldly miseries and crosswords,
Why is it hard to answer,
Even if you try?

Fool I've been, should have been
Trimming my steps
Than rushing in.

World still remains a mystic place
With lots unanswered and left
To the imagination.

Tainted Love - V

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TAINTED LOVE - V

Sam Maccery standing with a hand up in the air probably she was about to say a "hi" , with tears in her eyesand a expression of perplexity on her pale face. She surely had heard every single wild and hard words by Adam Steve and for that Adam wished to kill him this time for sure. Sam turned and without a word she ran away , Sheila ran after her leaving her things behind. while Adam put his head in his hands as he was shocked on what just happened. Everything has straight went wrong.

' Could you please explain me of what you just did Adam Steve' Albert asked with a sneer in his voice.
' I dont know.. It was just.. I didnt.. I didnt wanted her in the party that's sit..' Adam said in a giving up way.
'What ever man.. You listen to me now Adam Steve .. She will be coming to in the party and she will be guest of mine. I cant ignore her just because of your some shitty reason. You are acting as a absolute coward.. Now common lets go and say sorry to her.. You were xtremely harsh with her.. Be a man.. Stop acting like a loser '

Holding hand of Adam, Albert drag him out of the pratice court but there they saw no sign of girls but then they heard low voices of cries from their left corner. They hurried off and saw Sam crying badly, having back towards boys so she was unable to see them. Adam glimpse the r0oad avoiding the silence and the nly voice of cry of Sam , pain and sadness overwhelming him. Sam was crying and was speakign even ( he never can understand how girls perfome this two things together . It was as tough as to understand a girl );

' Tell me Sheila! Whi I love him so much.. Why Ilove him so much and he loves me not not... what made him hate me so suddenly when things were so good between us.. tell me what went wrong? Why he left me? What made him? Why my heart aches when he avoids me? Why it still wants to be centre of Adam Steve's attention? Why after all this my heart gives me a feeling that he will come back? I hate my self, I hate my hopes, I hate that every ngiht I make my self believe tomorrow he will be back and every day I tel,l my self to pass the time as its just for few days? How easily I can hate my self but why its so difficult to hate him? Why I cant even think abvout hating him ? WHY ?? Why I still Love him? ' She was asking questions, and both of them were silent as they were unable to answer. While on the other hand third one ( Adam Steve ) was not ready to know the answer, so he quit and walked away...

He ran fast as if wanted to get out of what he just saw. He want a escape of pain he had after looking at Sam's tears. He was unable to understand why his heart was aching badly ? Why he wanted her not to be in party? He.. was deep drowned in his WHY's, If's and But's , he rested his head with eyes closed and got an image of Sam with tears in her eyes. He opened his eyes and brought his mobile out and wrote;

Her eyes and there flickers,
Still enchants me,
Make me shiver,
Though I want my eyes,
To be off from her's
But something stops me,
And I wont be knowing it EVER..
Never..

Someone from back read it loud which made him hide the cell phone. As he turned around he saw Enrique Moze with a evil smile on his face..

' So Adam Steve is writting poems these days! Wow the fanous foot baller, teh best stricker is a poet.. wow! I guess I have my gossip of the month.. You know it will be great for the headline..My luck wowh..' Enrique left Adam in complete anger . He was the worst enemy of Adam and that was because of Sam Maccery as he was too in love with that silly girl.

Later that night, he switched off his cell phonelocked his room and even turned of his room's light , avoiding all the possible sources of connection with the rest of the world. He opened his laptop and clicked on a fimiliar folder named ' C.M.A.S ' , just to distract his mind and its thoughts. SHe was no doubt a beauty but he was losing track everytime he look at her he gets an image of crying girl and scentences filled with deep pain, his ears still were hearing those questions;

How easily I can hate my self but

why its so difficult to hate him?

Why I cant even think abvout hating him ?

WHY ?? Why I still Love him?

These scentence and the image of her crying outside the court was again and again on his mind . Why he ran when he saw her crying because he still cant see her in pain! Why everthing he write something he had her image ? why? why there are some questions that has no answers? He felt tears rolling down from his eyes, making his face wet.. he in his cell phone light started writting;

My heart afraid,
As I know soon I will hear your name with someone,
Someone but not me,
Peevish I get with a helpless heart,
I dont want to show, I dont want to care,
But listening to this I feel so dead,
I dont want you to be with anyone,
Dont ask me why> As I don't have any reason,
I Say I don't love you and I believe I don't,
Then why I feel you always around,
Words.. they are not rhyming,
But they might tell you!
What is going on in me,
As you all I can think off,
Yes I am get envious with even a though of your share,
And you have been knowing it ever since it was there,
Can you forgive, Can you be back?
Do you love me, Please nod your head in YES !
Just come back once , and I will never let you go again,
Come back and I will tell,
How hard its for me to hurt you as its like I hurt myself,
Shattered I am in trying to avoid you,
Tell me, what you do to me?
Why I cant forget you?
Just come back once , and I will never let you go again,
Come back and I will tell you,
How much I love you !!

There was a knock on the door and he heard a voice, voice calling his name. Voice of a girl his heart was thinking about, he hurried off and opened the door. His jaw was wide open, tears in his eyes and he saw...

To Be Continued..

- illusiOn~

P.S( I will end the story soon um sorry if you get bore by this)

P.S.S( I am so so very sorry for nay kinds of mistakes.. plz avoid it )

For more visit illusiOn~

T.H.A.N.K.S....

There is a rare and special quality,
in the way some people live.

However busy they may be,
they still have time to give.

Anything you ask or need,
they will do their very best

No matter what the task is,
or how simple the request is.

Kindness just comes naturally,
to these rare and special ones.

Special, giving people,
people just like you.


Thanking all my friends here at lounge, for their wishes and time, that made my B'day even more special:)


Till the next time,

@http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-you-cant-be-mine.html

Hey all,

First read the story here :http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-you-cant-be-mine.html

Here is what Vikash wrote. I haven’t edited a single word of his work as I typed it.

Its been a year since I met you
dunno how the time flew by.
I’ve shared my secrets with you
but don’t have the strength to tell it you.

When I joined here, I was on cloud nine
I felt that the whole world was mine.
But something used to hurt in my heart
that was the feeling you would never be mine.

Yet, I don’t know how I came so close to you
I was a stranger when I first met and saw you
But now somehow so close we came
It was destinty, maybe playing a game.

All my life I spent chasing my dreams.
My dreams were my life’s only theme.
And today in loneliness I scream
as how come you aren’t there in my dream.

Tomorrow you will be happy with someone else
as with him, you will share your wedding bells.
But you are always there in my prayer
whenever from today, I ring a church bell.

But somehow I want to die peacefully
and maybe in my next lifetime, you’ll be mine.
Oh Jesus! If on this earth, there is a heaven
let her come into my life and make it enliven.

I KNOW YOU CANT BE MINE..

Dear all,
This is an unpublished work that a friend of mine had written in my scribbling pad and which I came across, by chance, yesterday night when I was wondering what to write on!!..
Offlate, due to some reasons, I have stopped writing poems and want to resume it soon to keep me preoccupied. But when came across this work, thought I share it with you, along with a bit of narration behind it!!.Hope you like it!!

CHARACTERS:
C-CHINMAYA ie ME
V-VIKASH
LOCATION: Vasanth Vihar, Thane, Mumbai

(One Saturday night, Must be around 11 PM,Late 2007)
V-Oye Chinnu, make a large for me..That too neat!
C-haila Vikash babu! You want to go neat in the first peg itself!?
V-Yes yaar..somehow very bored and sad today..
C-Don’t worry.We’ll go slow and lets do some talking today for once! And why sad?..
V- Hmmm..lets see re..You know that Ambarnathwaali cashier in my branch naa??.. Heard she got engaged!
C- haila!! And so you are heartbroken I guess Vikash babu?
V- Not just that Chinnu moshai. She knew everything about me, was my best friend in the branch and now she hid this news from me. Iam hurt. (Quickly takes a gulp!)
C-Oye tamba bhao..Apan hein na tumhare kunnas sunne ke liye.(Oye, go slow brother. Iam there to listen to your woes)
V- I don’t know what to do re..Make me another peg and you also join me!
C-Okies!!..Your wish is my command babu moshai!!

(V is singing this Bengali song in the background

Stops all of a sudden..)

V- Chinnu babu, you know what these lines mean?
“Deep jola shondhay, ridoyer janalay
Kaannar khacha sudhu rekhechi
Pakhi seto asheni, tumi bhalobashoni.
Shopner jaal britha bunechi”

C-Arre Vikash babu, you expect me to know Bangla or what?
V- Well, its like this….
“One evening, at the window of heart,
(he) I always kept a weeping cage.
The bird never came, nor did (she)you love me(him)
The dream I (he) saw was worthless"

C-Hmmm..intresting!!.You inspired me to write a poem!!
V- Arre wah Chinnu!!..Andhera mein baet ke yehi kaam karta hein kya?..(Literally means ‘is this the work you do sitting in darkness?)
C-Andhera? (Darkness?)
V- The place where you stay babu..
C- Oh!!..thats Andheri (and begins laughing)
V- Wherever.. Now lets finish this HALF..Be ready for a BOTTOM’S UP and after that I’ll write a poem!
C-haila Vikash babu!!..Lets see what comes out from your quill!!
V- cha aila!!.. underestimating me or what?..here you go..CHEERS!!!
C- Nothing like that Vikash babu!!.cheers to you as well..

Kal Kissne Dekha

Directed By,
Vivek Sharma

Produced By,
Vashu Bhagnani

Featuring,
Jacky Bhagnani, Vaishali Desai, Rishi Kapoor

Written and Directed by Vivek Sharma, Kal Kissne Dekha in one word is awful. Produced by Vashu Bhagnani KKD is so terribly written, that it could be a potential worst movie for this year. Vivek Sharma was pretty decent if not impressive with his previous venture Bhoothnath, but with KKD his skills seems to have gone absolutely hay-wire. Its obvious that not everyone expects a movie like KNPH to be their debut movie, but KKD is so terribly scripted that even debutants Jacky Bhagnani and Viashali Desai's sincere efforts in the movie are covered up. Its yet another Sc-Fi fiction.

Kal Kissne Dekha's protagonist Nihal Singh(Jacky Bhagnani) is a boy from a small village near Chandigarh who wishes to study science and dreams of making it big someday. Who is then seen convincing his mom to pursue his ambitions, moving into another city. Nihal being a gifted boy with a power of seeing the future is then seen comforting the college life when circumstances lead to Nihal falling in love with Meesha(Viashali Desai), a beautiful brat in college. Now the plot of the movie till this part is predictable and more of a 90's kinda college . But from the time they actually start executing the Sci-Fi bit of the movie is when it actually loses its plot.

I do not understand, Why a Sci-Fi flavor to a love story? When its not executed the way its meant to be. Kal Kissne Dekha might have done the trick if not wonders had Vivek Sharma made KKD a simple love story. However, with so many negative aspects about the movie and so many things that has not worked for KKD, the debut leads are definitely good even with such poorly written characters. Both Jacky Bhagnani and Viashali Desai have shown off their acting skills well and it definitely looks like they have a lot more potential than what they have been shown on screen. Rishi Kapoor who plays a Scientist/Professor is above average and looks like he wants to seriously contribute but what can one do when the whole script is so faulty. The actors like Rietesh Deshmukh and Juhi Chawla are seen on guest appearances that makes you feel even more frustrated as the movie sails along. When Vashu Bhagnani can produce a decent debut movie like Mujhe Kuch Kehna Hai for Tusshar Kapoor, why couldnt he do the same for his own son?

The music of KKD is close to ordinary and again not impressive.

I will go with 3 out of 10, for Vivek Sharma's Kal Kissne Dekha.

Raghav
Movie Critic,
Writers Lounge

P.S: I seriously apologize for being inactive on the Lounge all these days.

ON MY CONFIDANT…

Hello people,
I am back with my narrations once again FROM MEMORIES!!..But this time round, I will keep the story and poem separate. Anyways, since re-posting is allowed only on weekends, I guess it’ll be easier for the reader to go through both separately.Anyways, do let me know what you feel after the read of both. Have a great time blogging and lounging!!!

CHARACTERS:
C-CHINMAYA ie ME
G-GEORGE
LOCATION: Somewhere in Mangalore
(Time is around 10.30 AM, Summer 2009‘C’ is wondering who is calling him on his mobile.)

C- Hello.
G- Eda monae Chinmay, this George da!
C-Hey Georgeee..ench ulla maga? (How are you?)
G- Me good da..Came on holidays to Cochin last week.
C-So where are you calling from now?
G- I had come to Kasargod to meet Vijay monae. He gave me your number! You are in Mangalore itself right?..Iam coming there shortly!
C-Cool.Call me when you reach HAMPANKATTA. We’ll meet up!
(‘C’ and ‘G’ meet up at Hampankatta. Its around 12.15 PM)
G- Da, iam feeling thirsty da..Why don’t we have a bonda? (Tender coconut in TULU)
C- I’ve a better idea.Why don’t we go and sit at RTO IDEALS?. We can have GADBAD and talk!
G-Cool!!..Right poi!!

(Over GADBAD at IDEALS and after a lot of talk)
G-Da, forgot to ask you. What happened to ‘her’? your sounding box?
C- You still remember her da?.Well, iam not with her since this new year.
G- Why?..Are you MAD?
C- No time you see.
G- Da, you must be really MAD. She was with you while we studied in Mangalore. Ie from 2001 and guess followed you to Bangalore also.
C- And also was in Mumbai with me!
G- Hmmm..till 2008 she was with you?.And after 7 years, you dumped her?.
C- Somehow didn’t get time you see.
G-7 years is a long period and she knew in and out about what all you underwent. And now you say you’ve no time for her da?
C- She is a past and DEAD now!. Cant do much da.
G-Hmmm,why not you write a tribute on her?..Atleast her soul will find some peace!!
C- That’s a good idea!!..Will think about it seriously!!

(After ordering for another GADBAD, began to think what I could write on my confidant!. Keep waiting for the weekend for my work. Till then, let my picture do the talking!!)

End of daze !!

Once again I've cried
Unto the moon
there's nobody here
there's nobody near
I can't see the meaning
the life I'm leading
blinded by a light
I hate the sun now
in the distance, I hear the tune
I heard in my childhood
I've searched the eyes
I laugh under the weeping moon
I saw her shadow in the darkness
awaiting me like the night
awaits the day
standing silent
smiling at my presence
A black candle holds the only light!!

SPLASH..!!!

Live with the spirit of joy
Celebrate every little happiness
Life will definitely be a splash of smiles...!!!

Hi friends...oops...family....hello .!!! Remember me na?? This is Yamini Meduri ...the member of the special family of the writers....sorry yaar..i was away from the Lounge for a long time and wasnt atleast reading any of your posts....this is because of a reason...!!!

I am now in Pune to do my PGDM (PM&HRD) and it took these many days to get along here and also to get the wi-fi connection...as i got it now....i am able to connect with ma family again..!!

By the way how are you all doing?? I missed the Lounge alot yaar....There was not even a single day that went on without me thinking abt the Lounge or even about my Land of Dreams...Now blogging has become the special part of my life...i missed it all these days...!!!


I am really very happy to see my name in the MoM list and the votes....wow...thanks family....this is an honor..!!!

will be back soon with the regular Lounging...till then take care and keep smiling...!!!

@Epilogue to The Conversation

Something told me that my work wouldn’t be commented upon due to some reasons. That’s ok as who likes film songs that too old one’s and stories based out of Mumbai. Despite that am happy that “Arun e something out here. Will end ‘Rahul’s story here.Here goes….

(Rahul is still in a state of shock after hearing that abuse from Rani!!..Just wonders how things have changed just due to getting fame and adulation from the masses)
Following is from his memory as he recollects the time with Rani. Before that he remembers a writeup he read somewhere and tries to find through answers it..

“Was i too much Possessive ? Was I over-controlling ?”.. I think not that much..Besides, I allowed her to attend all the film release functions of her rivals as well..All I wanted was to meet her when she wasn’t shooting..Was that too much??

Love at first meet…We had love long before itself I guess..just that we were scared. Or rather she was as she didn’t want her TRP to dip..Not everyone would be comfortable like the way Nargisji was with Sunil Dutt saab.What a couple!Wish me and Rani could be that way.. (Suddenly comes to his mind this song)




She was instinctive... I believed in reasons...Reason - My heart's mighty foe... I knew so many other girls from my village, but who drifted away from me. When I came to Mumbai, I wanted to be a star on my own merit. And when I found Rani, no doubt, she was a star, but still saw a future. Just that didn’t want to burn my fingers by ending up with and giving it to the wrong girl. Or was it that she had lots and was unable to choose from them and thought to ‘play’around with me?


In cupid's game of hearts... we were two mis-matched toys.And we've lost the game even before the game began…Arent people unique and different?.Seen lot of couples, especially those of the old generation, who are mis-mathced to the T!!..Yet didn’t they thrive on mutual compromise and acceptance?..Agree that I couldn’t match upto Rani’s talent’s, the money she made fame she received. But does that mean we were ‘two mis-mathced toys’??


(Checks his mobile..Its just close to 10..Signals the waiter for a ‘repeat’ and laughs to himself for having got into this mess)

@A conversation(continued)

Something told me that my work wouldn’t be commented upon due to some reasons. That’s ok as who likes film songs that too old one’s and stories based out of Mumbai. Despite that am happy that “H”wrote something out here. Will end ‘Raja’s’ story here, as I was somehow not that convinced the way H treated it at the end. Here goes….


Are you through my Dil Ki Rani?..haila!!.i never knew that a super star like you knew so much profanity!!
I am no longer your ‘Dil Ki Rani’. Besides I spoke what was on my mind.
Hmmmm..cant help. Being Page 3 demands it naa. Just wondering if someone wrote those lines and you blurted it out. Am amazed that you’ve really grown from a small child to an adult!!...So whats till younger feeling??.Try to become another KAREENA?
Iam not going to answer of any of your questions. Don’t ever contact me again.Thats it..
Accha?.(Is it?) (Begins to sing …



(Suddenly he chokes…)
What happened to you now dude?..You’ve been drinking right?
Why are you bothered Rani?..All that matters for you is that I die so that we never act with each other,your fans and awards that you proudly stock it up in on your showcase.
YES!!!..thats the new me!!And now let me go. I am getting late.
Is 10.30 late for anyone in a city like Mumbai?
Iam flying to NYC for an outdoor tomorrow. So,wont be in Mumbai for another month!!
Go ahead..Anyways, one day or the other, you will’ve to come back here.Lets see then what will happen.Happy journey!!..

(She cuts the call..He signals the waiter for a ‘repeat’ and laughs to himself for having got into this mess).

A Toast To The ROSE...

You are just like A rose...
The rose represents Your beauty.
The stem represents Your strength.
The petals are soft as Your delicate skin,
the fragrance so pure and so sweet.
The leaves represent Your arms outstretched,
always loving and giving
and
for perfection --- God made Your heart of pure gold..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! KEEP SMILING FOREVER!

The Chemistry!

“How about a walk?”

She smiled warmly and replied, “Sure”

Both of them started walking on the pavement. It was 10 in the night and the road was quiet. Neither of them spoke anything but the silence was not suffocating either. They enjoyed the silence and savoured each passing second, spent in each other’s company.

It was cloudy, but they enjoyed the breeze. Suddenly the weather changed its mind and rain started pouring! She started running and took the shelter under the big banyan tree nearby. He started laughing and stood right there, enjoying the feeling of the raindrops on his face. She gave her warm smile again. He looked at her and suddenly saw something in her eyes. What was it? The same look of love, which he had in his eyes. For her!!

Both of them looked at each other, transfixed on the spot. He took a step towards her. She went a step back. He smiled and went near her. Slowly! Suddenly, she turned away, smiling to herself. He smiled and touched her tender hand. She shivered. Not because of the cold rain, but because of his warm and loving touch. Then she slowly faced him.

Yes, he was right!

He can see the love in her eyes. Love for him!

He can see the desire in her eyes. The same desire, which he had!

He can see the longing in her eyes. It didn’t hint any lust, but mere passion!

“OK, CUT”, the director shouted, “Good Shot, both of you! I can almost feel the chemistry”

The hero and the heroine smiled at the director and went to their respective chairs, while the spot boys cleaned up the so called “rain” on the set!

A conversation(continued)

Earlier post.
http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpweandwordsblogspotcom200906conversa.html
http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/plz-read-be4.html

Rani sobs.She is hysterical. Wait a moment.Is that laughter.Rani's friend is worried."Sorry"-said Rani"I am doing it for the first time"Her friend nods in consent.
"What is she going to do for the first time"- wonders he.He dares not ask him any questions again lest he receives more curse words.
"Hey Rani you picked the phone..talk now!!"-her friend urges.
"hmm ok listen yaar, i know I have been rude and said words I shouldn't have"-Rani starts."About time"-Raja interrupts, obviously the patiala went to his head.
Rani grunts. The same restless feeling. The wind in her face.
"I'll be honest Raja I had called you to say sorry but I changed my mind"-Rani
"why"- Raja ,exasparated, exclaims.
"There's something in your voice I have started to hate. And when I stuck up to you with a big fuck you, it felt good Raja. I can't figure out just why but it did feel great. Raja sorry if you need it, because it's just for formality's sake if it must be.The thingis I feel younger and lighter this way. And you helped me realize that.By being the way you are, I guess you are not really an asshole, just another guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.So I forgive you. God Bless"-Rani stops.
Cool breeze warm face. Raja trots a little, wavy, his stance. Face angry ,but yet,quite unusually, his heartfelt light.