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.