TEACHERS GOING BERSERK..! (who new they can be their own nightmare sometimes)

TEACHERS CAUUGHT WITH THEIR OWN NIGHTMARE..!!.!!!!
( at my college...)

**** and people here That are mentioned are my classmates..( found this bit from our class community) ***

Rohan asking mechanical teacher...."How do we SCREW'....and later....'What to do after we have SCREWED'.....( This happened wen we were checking out the lathe machine)

Math teacher saying....."..its compulsory for those who want to"...

Our EC teacher wen she was pissed at us for constant noise in the class..
"I know what is the sound from inside and what is the sound from outside!!!!".....She is Jhatang trust me..!!!

"Dont murmur on my backside" ( Dont know who said this..I was revolted laughing my ass off..)

Our maha maayi EC teacher again ... "We have to 'anal ice' the circuit properly.."

My friends Microbio sir..."The cell wil become die" (fuck...good shit man..!)

One of my classmates(confidential) spelt Jacob as "JACKUP"!!!!

Lab attender in power electronics lab..." Don't take anything ..., take only that thing.."

Our electrical teacher dictating a problem..." The stator has 'yaaair' gaps of......."
( pronounced as AIR GAPS )

Our VP...we were being told off for making a teacher cry.." We all come to teach here and you people should learn somthing..this is a temple of education..(yawn..!)..We all work very hard..and YEARN ( *TING* again..YEARN) the money..! (Typical tamil accent..) :-P

"BLUE STAR"

Am I sweet pink?
Am I flaming red?
Am I serene green?
Am I all u ever wanted?

I guess not.
But I now for sure,
I am definitely blue tonight..

BARNEY AND THE BRO CODE!!!

Post by : http://whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com

Those who are constant followers of the series "How I met Met Your Mother?" do not need any introduction of Barney and The Bro Code and those who do not follow the series: Trust me guys you gotta watch this one if you want to improve men to men relationship :P...

Barney is best described as : Someone who likes to create crazy situations and then sit back and watch it all go down...he lives by The Bro code and always willing to offer his opinion... So here comes a manual guide for all men :- "The Bro Code"

• A pub, disco or an office meeting a man shall always wear a suit.

• Thou shalt not sleep with your Bro’s ex-girlfriend (lols:P).

• A Bro is always entitled to do something stupid, as long as the rest of his Bros are doing it.

• Bro never admits he can't drive. Even after an accident.

• A Bro doesn't let another Bro get a tattoo, particularly a tattoo of a girls name.

• A Bro never sends a greeting card to another Bro.

• If a chick inquires about another Bro's sexual history, a Bro shall honor the 'rode of silence' and play dumb. Better to have women think all men are stupid than tell the truth.

• A Bro never dances with his hands above his head.

• Unless he has children, a Bro shall not wear his cell phone on a belt clip.

• In a scenario in which two or more Bros are engaged in entertainment of the adult variety, one Bro is forbidden from intentionally or unintentionally touching another Bro in ANY capacity. Winking is also kind of a no-no.

• If a Bro become stricken with engagement, his Bros shall stage an intervention and attempt to heal him. This is more commonly known as "a bachelor party."

• Real Bro never cries and also a Bro never applies sunscreen to another Bro :P

• A Bro never wears pink. Not even in Europe.

• Bros don't cuddle.

• A Bro never asks for directions when lost but may ask for directions to a hot chick who seems to know the area.

OHhh c'mon guys ...get A Life!!!

!!!!

lakh chupaana chaaha,dil ko behlaana chaaha,
khwaad jo dekhe,unhe bhool jaana chaaha,
kuch na hua to tumse door jaana chaaha..

roz naye bahaane dhoonde tumko na chahne ke,
nit naye karan bhooje tumko na paane ke,
phir bhi teri aas me,baithe hain dil haar ke..

(more might continue ...)

Sheltering and the effect it has

Siddharth Gautam Buddha’s story is very well known, but let me retell it for you. An astrologer told his parents that he would either grow up to become a Chakravarti or will renounce the world to become a saint. Scared at the prospect of losing his heir to ‘sanyaas’, the king decided to never show him any of the sadness in the world. The king thought that once cosseted in the comforts of the palace, the prince will become used to the good life and would never want to quit it. A normal experience of life was so to say banned for him. Siddharth grew up in perfect luxury and to ensure that he was totally shackled by the bonds of the ‘saansarik sukh’, he was even married off to a beautiful princess. But one day a charioteer made a mistake and took the prince slightly out of the palace bounds. The sights of misery that Siddharth saw put him off the life of luxury forever and finally he renounced the world and became Gautam Buddha.

I always have wondered had the king let Siddharth grow normally, maybe those sights of misery wouldn’t have affected him so much. As much as Gautam Buddha’s life is a lesson in enlightenment, it is also a lesson to society I believe of what fearful control mechanisms do to people. Take sex education for example. If we go by the theory that exposure to sex education makes children more experimental and pushes them to indulge more in amorous activities, then by that standard India’s more repressed states should have less of sexual crimes. But is that the truth?

I cannot say much about other states, but two examples come to my mind. Tamil Nadu and Delhi. These are two states where in most cases men and women don’t interact normally with each other. Boys and girls are taught at an early age to intensely dislike and distrust the other sex. So there is no communication and most of the children grow up looking at the other sex like they are some aliens, part fascination, part hatred. High school classrooms are full of sexist jokes and weird stereotypes about male and female behaviour. But the curiosity is always there and it takes the form of eveteasing, groping and rape.

My friend who studied in a pretty good school in TN used to say that they would make fun of any guy who was just friends with girls. Afterall, the guy had to be a sissy if he could only talk and not get any action out of her. And any girl who even deigned to talk to a guy had to be of a loose character. (I would not say this is completely true about every school in TN). My best friend and her boyfriend in Delhi have been dating for 8 years now. They are school sweethearts and no they haven’t yet done it. Jeeju’s friends tell him that she is definitely going to ditch him after all she hasn’t surrendered herself yet and not just that, they advice that the only way to keep her from breaking his heart is by making her physically his. Jeeju says, “main jaanta hoon un logon ne kabhi ladki nahin dekhi, kabhi jaana nahin ki sahi maynon mein relationship kya hota hai, kabhi mauka hi nahin mila na, isiliye aisa sochte hain.” How true.

But it is not just sex education, there are many choices in people’s lives that are forced upon them because of a fear psychosis. Parents of girls restrict them from doing lots of things thinking that if given freedom the girl will develop a mind of her own and might disgrace them. In this fear, they push her to such an extent, that in the end, more often than not, she unknowingly does the very thing they were afraid of. Some guys are brought up in a strict atmosphere because the parents believe otherwise the boy will take to vices. Mostly these are the very guys who tend to take up vices at the first taste of freedom in a college hostel or out of town job. People from smaller towns talk all the time about that boy or girl who went to ‘shehar’ and changed so much, mostly for the worse(according to them, may not be true actually). Why do they change? Because they were constrained for so long, that at the first chance they will defy everything their past life stood for. Rebels and for that matter even psychopaths are never born. They generally are the ones who were pushed into some sort of a corner, a corner that was either suffocatingly comfortable or scorchingly uncomfortable. The result is always the opposite of what is desired.

If only we learnt how to be more open and accepting!

Paging Dr.Faggot!

A: From tomorrow u ll be plagued with ‘marriage is
suffocating my brains’ syndrome
B: Yes, my I.Q. is going to be on ‘haaji, as you say madamji’ mode.

I don’t get guys, 99% of them are so scared of the word marriage
that whenever mentioned they run in the opposite direction like
their tail’s on fire.

A girlfriend asking for commitment always
gets a ‘saali ki maa ki aakh’ kind of reaction and
sometimes its vice versa too!:P..
Being a bachelor is a freedom in itself, a licence to kill and
not have to answer anyone except maybe your mom
on ‘whats that mark on your neck? :P

Why do guys say ‘ girlfriend and wives are 2 different things
and 2 different people’ For a girlfriend they ll want a oh so hot,
oh so sexy and oh so desperate female and for a wife a
‘yeah ok, can she cook' kinda question mark.
Mowgli Junglee in modern avatars guys these days!

Imagine waiting to get out of your work place to be with your
wife and haaji u really look forward to this moment, Going to
bandstand and cheering onto beer together
(She can be the designated drunk driver) , Driving down to
Ladakh, Leh just because she thinks trains and planes are
not adventurous enough, Going to pubs and headbanging
together, You know you look your absolute worst today
but still she says' whats up sexy' :P Plans of naming our kids
dashboard29, mudslinger, Revmaster, hotwheels bla bla :P,
Gets along with my mom/dad like they were her own,
even doing the dishes together would be fun.

Perfect Cpu and monitor ki jodi, someone who does not
care about makeup while getting wet in the rain, someone who
does not behave like 'i want attention' like a perfect lala land female,
someone who would love sitting in a maruti 800 as much as a
merc with the idea being the 'company and 'not the car' ,
cute and sweet in her own ways..

and YES

GOD don’t run no bingo if u hook up with someone who is out
there just for your money and looks, in that case neglect most of
the above and find a drunkard friend to sulk with all your life.
You will never hear or feel what a real marriage is.

A vicious cycle wherein demand and supply of retards and
materialistic weasels are in complete tandem. India is planning a
national id card system for its every citizen, I suggest there should
be a criteria where in a persons nature be mentioned too.
For example: Nature: Player, pimp, will date anyone, desperate,
5 faced, fickle, bi- curious, will fuck a dog if needed bla bla bla bla !

We should welcome the calendar to the 21st century and its
inhabitants to the 25th century.

As for me, I cannot be the only retard who thinks life can be a
fairytale too. Someday, someone will say “haila tu bhi’..
*MUSIC* Ta Taara ra Taara Neal N Nikki :P

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Who let the dogs out...who who who who who ? - Baha Men

GENDER BENDER !!!

Posted by : Suga
Men are simple things, they can survive a whole weekend with only three things:beer, boxer shorts and batteries for the remote control... ( Diana Jordan)

At the age of eleven women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situation which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the late seventies...(P.G. Wodehouse)

These are just few quotations written by the great scholars. But as it is said : Gender issues started with the first creation of God- Adam n Eve. And the whole problem occurred because of a silly fruit. Poor Eve, I am sure she didn't even know that she will be blamed fr all the generations just because of an APPLE!!!And then Adam(The Macho Man)completely devoted to the dumb Eve committed the same mistake again(Great!!).Whether it is the famous story of Adam n Eve or Gen Y, men and women are considered as two completely different creatures trying to cope up with each other(Remember that famous song from the movie HUM TUM). You can not live with them and you can not live without them! Sounds familiar guys???:D The most frequently expressed complaint women have is- Men do not listen!!! And the only thing men complain about is- Women talk a lot!!!(huh wateva:P). From choices to interests and interests to thoughts, the only word that comes in mind is- DIFFERENT!!!We have always imagined the kind of person we would love to be with. But is it possible or rather necessary to have someone with same thoughts and interests? huh man- sounds boring, isn't it? Rather most of the time we end up breaking a relationship with someone we have always wanted and then search for articles or read books in order to understand opposite sex. We change ourselves according to them, we do what they like, we wear they want. Girls change the way they look or behave so that their boyfriend will love them as much as he loved his EX and boys work out to get those six pack abs(or is it eight now?) and then the basic reason of break off is- You have changed!!(hhahaha :D).We do not realise that the other person chose us over everybody else! No theories or research is needed to fall in love or to make others fall in love with you. As Ashley Judd said in the movie Someone Like You : "We are not animals so no cow theory works here, but, sometimes you open the barn door, or the bedroom door, or the hospital door, and you find the real thing. You find someone who can sit with you when you are at your absolute worst, when your face looks like a punching bag and he can still look at you and tell you "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen" And you suddenly realise that's the one you have always wanted not the one in Fairy Tales!!!

Bangalore riding

This write is due a long time now. It generally covers my 1 hour ride from home to office in the morning. I intend to give some tips for Bangalore traffickers(sorry for using this) but yes, it's a war out there.

1)do not pull the lid on your helmet, it will get immensely suffocating, even the exhaust gases of the sumo ahead is worth a breathe.

2)Know how to ride or don't ride, you should be in absolute control of whatever vehicle you possess.

3)Do not keep distance from the vehicle in front, the closer you get to that vehicle the more space you create for yourself to cut lanes and beat that traffic light.

4)Ok, 80% people ride on the footpath here, but it's a completely a no-no. why? because it just isnt classy.

5)The thinner the road the more your speedometer should show, because less chance of the guy behind overtaking you.

6) Know how to dead stop, that means you really should know that you have to press your rear brake first and then the front brake in optimum time. Practise this before hitting the roads, else you will hit someone.

7)Do not whizz past bangalore women on scooties, they are absolutely wild, I did the mistake and on the next signal was surrounded by Charlie's ANgels's on all sides throttling at me menacingly. But they didn't know who they were messing with.

8)If you are on a long road take the route with maximum females, they are the angels who will keep you alive. Their beautiful faces on the bustops will keep you going. So God help you if you take some barren route.

9)Be angry all the time, and honk honk honk. The city is ruthless so be you.

That's all I'll be back with more. Safe riding. Amen

THE GAY SONGWRITER SANG TO ME..!

Scrutinize me.
Smother me.
Abuse me
Stun me.
Shoot me.

I will still fight for my love,
for he waits for me with a song in his heart.
I will fight for my pride,
for he carries my world on his shoulder. ( His guitar)

Laugh at me.
Scream at me.
Prick me.
Beat me.

For still I am a man with a will,
still a man with heart,
still a man who is in love with a gay songwriter.
And a songwriter with a song in his heart.

We re like the two lanes of a railway tracks,
burgeoning the half the part of this cruel world.
That run parallel for a life long,
separated by the 'straight wooden ridges between us. ( ridges = society)


I want to break free,
Want to be gay being Gay.
Take you to that sweet scented coffee shop,
just round the violet corner,
where you could sing me the song in your heart,
and the rest of the world reprimand with their harsh blows,
and blind fallacies..

I will still fight for my love,
for he waits for me with a song in his heart.
I will fight for my pride,
for he carries the my world on his shoulder.


(This goes out to all the gay community and the third sex..you re truly wonderful people who deserve their position in this blindfolded society)

"You re beautiful,
no matter what they say,
words cant bring me down"

(Christina Aguilera with 'beautiful')

Happy birthday Mridupawan

Well, as you know its one of our friends birthday today...Yays!! and therez a special dedication frm the hero himself...Happy birthday Mridu....if you don't know whoz mridu ,then happy birthday Freelancer...woa..its a big day for u mate....if i was in India we could have partied all day and night and man man...i regret i am in Rio right now....take care god bless you.. i am currently running out of time so i am not decorating this post with nice rhyming words and beautiful pictures showing birthday cakes and all..... but i know my fan and a great buddy Mridu won't mind it and he will accept my wishes for him...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREELANCER....

allah will help you .. . stay happy and cool...StepMAN is always there to help you...

Get a life......you loser

For the past few days I've been getting few mails from so called "SM" gang.....well i don't understand the ultimate goal of this so called gang....Well if you have any plan of irritating people from WL,then I just want you to meet me in personal....well i bet we could discuss the various issues and possibly come to a solution....instead of doing this...why do you want to find new enemies...trust me life isn't that cool...coz any time.. you may get a call from the cyber police and that day is not far..coz whole of India would be watching you on news and trust me your mask will be removed and you will repent for whatever you are doing.Just to avoid this I advice you not to repeat this again and again...I am least bothered about this issue coz I don't have anything against you or nor do you have any thing against me then why this useless thing of sending derogatory emails asking to share your bedroom and stuffs...I understand that you are an art lover and also you love reading and writing great poems...I just read one of your reply to a post ..It was a good hindi poem this itself gave me a hint about you...

SM SAID,
HEY YOU BASTARD STEPMAN....GET OUT OF THE RIO BUSINESS WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND STOP POSTING OR COMING ON THE LOUNGE....ELSE YOU WILL BE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE..I WANT TO BE NUMBER ONE ON THE LOUNGE..

well if you want to be number one on the lounge,then i guess you need to meet me for sure...if u are a male then obviously you won't need to meet me....but if u are a female...then damn you are gone...I am coming to India very soon and i know how to handle you losers....

you are a bloody coward afraid of everything....don't be a loser get a life mate ...if you could utilize this time for other purpose then you would have succeeded ...mate if i do get the mails again .. then the next step is known to me but not to you....i'm expecting a reply to this mail.......nd hopefully u r a bunch of losers or may be a Latchkey dog roaming on streets monitoring peoples activity...

I just wish to thank you for showing you kindness by reading my posts here at the WL ...I was afraid that people here don't read their superhero's posts ...and i am glad that you guys are actually appreciating and reading others work ...well i guess you must be having your group blog as well.....


JUST 1 last thing....

GET A LIFE YOU LOSERS.......

Happy Birthday Grasshopper! ;)

Dearest Grasshopper ;) :D,

Before I say any goddamn thing, I am really sorry... my bloody sleep ditched me last night... could not call you at 12...but yes, I remember I called you at 1...

But... here's wishing you a very very very happy birthday! :)

*HUGS*

You are one helluva friend to me FL...trust me on this guys and being a narcissist he is, he will completely agree to what I just said about him. A completely adorable dodo, a sweetheart completely obsessed with himself.

Identifying him is so easy...he is that average college-going guy, wearing those wacky one-liner t-shirts, with a look of you-can't-take-me-to-your-mom. Lol... sorry! (I know i'll be killed for this.)

You know something? Amidst all those negatives, the first positive I saw in you was that you are diabetically sweet...and as adorable as a kid!! :D

This is one time of the year when you can get to know everything nice about you...and I won't miss this chance to thank you for all those sweet things that you have done for me in the last one fantastic month of my life!...from running for shelter in rains to shelling out all those extra bucks to those Chennai autowalas just to make sure that I don't wait alone! ;)

You are my bestestest friend...(I promise to you that) and you'll always be one! The bond that we both share is hard to be understood by anyone else. Its love...but the one that bestestest friends have, it is friendship (of course), its that kiddo-kiddo bond, its like...something that words can't describe.

Thank you for coming into my life...I needed someone like you very badly...like a fresh ray of hope you came and promised to stay forever...what else could I ask for! ;) Thank you so much!

All the best to you...keep your girl happy. (Yea guys, I am not the one and now, thank you for all those raised brows.)

Don't fight with me for anything written over here because its your birthday and I want you to stay alive and kicking atleast till its 12 AM again! Lol...

God bless you with all the happiness and success that you have always desired. Stay happy and I just pray that this birthday turns out to be the best till date!

Akele chalti rahi jaane kiski ummed mein

Dekha tujhe toh laga sab kuch alag sa

Hasna seekha tujhse

Rona bhi tha aaj tune sikhaya

Par woh aansu na nikle they dukh se

Har dukh mein bhi khushi mili

Jab thaama tha haath tune

Aye dost, fir mujhe ek nayi zindagi mili...

Happiest birthday to you ever FL... take care! :)

Your PENGUIN!! :D :D

P.S.: Guys, can we just flood this post with wishes for my grasshopper, please?? :)

kuch dost aise bhi ...

Kisi unjaan raah par chalte chalte
koi aisa saathi mil jaata hai,
us unjaane se chehre se bhi
ek rishta pyaara ban jaata hai..

do baatein saath baithe kya ki,
kadam bhi saath chalne lagte hain
uski khushi se milti hai hansi,
uske aansoo bhi apne lagte hain.

us par kabhi gussa bhi aata hai
par uski shararatein achchi lagti hain,
usko apne saath chalte dekh kar
koi takleef na sachchi lagti hai ...

Hey FL .. this is for the best friend i got in you .. the kiddo, the dude, the irritating fellow, the jerk, the shoulder i can cry on, the hand that will never let me fall ... and a lot more ...

Happy b'day dear one ! Happiness forever !!

Mwah !! Hugs and tonnes of wishes :)

THE SHOOTOUT

“How many of them?” asked officer McMurray.
“Three, and heavily armed” came the reply from the other side of the radio.
“Any info on the hostages?”
“Eighteen of them, 2 kids” the radio sputtered amidst the crackle of thunder.

The rain had no mercy on the hostile situation faced by the cops lined in front of the New York Central bank. A gang of heavily armed perps were holding the customers hostage against a ransom of a few million bucks and a safe passage.

It would have been a routine stand off, had it not been for the incident a few weeks ago when the same gang had slaughtered the hostages and wounded a few cops as they made their escape after looting the Continental bank. Though 2 of them were shot dead in the skirmish, the rest made their escape.
McMurray shuddered; it would not happen in his precinct.
Anywhere on earth, anytime, but not here, not today, not when he was on duty.


“The hostages are coming out” the radio crackled interrupting his train of thoughts.
“All men in position, hold your fire” McMurray ordered.

The automated doors of the bank opened slowly taking an eternity with the hostages scrambling out to safety. The snipers kept a close eye through their scopes for the perps who ere likely to mingle with the crowd to escape. However this team of criminals was far more foolhardy.

Seconds later the three of them slowly stepped out. Each with a hostage at gunpoint. They were not masked, nor was any there any fear writ on their faces.
Hardened criminals, thought McMurray. One of them was quite familiar, McMurray was not going to forget that face easily. He carried a boyish charm with red hair that only accentuated his good looks.
All officers had their guns trained on the three goons.

“Throw down your weapons and surrender now” thundered McMurray on the megaphone.
“There is no way you can get out of this”. The perps flinched for a moment, but held on to their weapons unsure or adamant maybe, no one could tell.
It was a tense moment with the clicking of the safety catches of guns, the muffled, petrified sobs of the hostages and the patter of rain on the roof of the cop cars, all sounds mingling with each other. Creating an aura of fear, uncertainty and confusion. A slight error in judgment would take an innocent life. And then there was the unrelenting rain.

Just then one of the hostages decided to break free. McMurray saw all that followed in slo mo. The guy pushed the red head and broke free. Red head fell back a few steps and raised his gun. McMurray screamed “NOOOO…” and he raised his own pistol an aimed at the perp. He didn’t want to shoot, not at this little kid anyway. But there was an innocent life at stake and he just couldn’t take the risk. He pulled the trigger just before Red head could. It was too far a distance for a justice shot and the bullet whizzed past the horrified onlookers and caught red head right at the left temple. The bullet made a small hole through which blood tickled slowly, the perp turned and looked at McMurray and continued looking at him as he dropped to his knees, then flat on the wet concrete.

McMurray stared through the barrel of his gun and it slowly dropped to the ground in sync with the red head he had just shot….his SON.

Kuchh unkahee si...

...

Kya socha tha humne, aur ye kya hua

Unko to khabr hi nahi, koi deewana hua

Kya kaha humne, jo wo samjhe nahi

Kyon nazrein hai jhuki jhuki?

Deewano ki dar se

Hum to dur dur rehte the

Unke ghar se ho kar

Hum kabhi guzre hi nahi

Hum to taiyaar baythe the,

Aaj wo kehte hain, ke kaha kyon nahi

Wo to humare rah taqe baythe the

Puchhte hain unko lene gaye kyon nahi...

Hum to is chah me the ke

Bahon me le le unko,

Ek chhuwan ke liye wo taraste rahein,

Lekin kabhi kaha nahi...

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Thanks for the time... People are missed when we are alone... (:

I AINT PISSED OFF..!!!!!

sm said :

IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE WHORE,STOP POSTING OR COMING ON THE LOUNGE. ELSE YOU WILL BE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE. I WANT TO BE NUMBER ONE ON THE LOUNGE.

(ON BEHALF OF PS-PETTY SLUT,THE OWNER OF THE WRITERS LOUNGE)"


Well hello all...!
I just wanted to share this thing with you guys..I maintain a blog myself and i recive comments like the above mentioned.
And if the person who commented this reads this i just want to make somthings clear..

#1 : You re immature.

#2 : I am not here to steal away any of NUMBER 1 position as u mention it.I just want to entertain and share my thoughts here.. ITS NOT A COMPETITION..!

#3 : You dont go calling people over here Whores..so..shove it..!

#4 : If this was done coz you had a hge amount of time at your disposal or thought it was funny...Well its certainly isnt a very productive thing to do..nor is it funny enough

And to all the blogers here on TWL.
I want to know if this happens often ?
I so wanted to ignore the comment sent by our dear little friend SM..
but i just thought of letting you all know..

@ OWNERS of TWL ; you are welcome to cancel this post if necessary coz I understand this is a professional blog and you have readers from all over the world. And it might not look appropraite

thank u..!
Yours
Rashmi

An 'Undefined' Friendship!

An 'undefined' friendship defines you,
A non existing love symbolizes you,
Two lovers gone aloof represent us,
Two complicated friends legalizes us!

A time existed which made a fairytale,
A scenario existed which defined a dreamland,
A prince existed who captured the princess,
A princess existed who idealized the love!

Then time changed and the dream conflicted with reality,
Reality seemed to vaporize the love,
Reality seemed to vaporize the care,
But then reality couldn’t vaporize the relation!

Lovers parted ways, friends made way,
Dependency made way, space created a vacuum,
Distances crept in, void started getting large,
But expectations still reigned as ‘we’ still existed!

Finally the head gave heed to the heart,
And heart let egos fly away, accepting its feelings,
Nothing could stop the care, denial made way to acceptance,
Acceptance of need, the need of the relation, the need of the person!

The friendship made a new start, start without a baggage,
A realization of the need, resolve to the friendship,
A feeling without name, a relation without demands,
A something which was unnamed, a thing which was incomprehensible!

The compressed feeling still existed in the undefined friendship,
The care still existed as the form of love in the sail ship,
The small forms of expectations still made way in the indefinite,
The unnamed definition made us but that is what still keeps us,
The weirdness surrounds us, no one can understand our togetherness,
The hopeless hope still exists, and ‘undefined’ friendship is what I still love!

THAT F**KING WORD CALLED HOPE..!

I know this morning wasn’t great,
I sit here in the crowd,
Trying to hold it together,
Trying to pull it together,
Trying to ignore this sinking feeling,

Everything is asleep inside of me,
Even my unconscious dwelling mind,
In my dreams,
I dream of the reality that u burnt down
With just a flaming wick.

And I dreamt this dream,
I am up on this roof tonight,
With this velvet mattress spread under the heat of the stars,
I sit with my head between my knees,
Waiting for you to come,
Wondering if you would come,
Wanting you to come
We could build a cocoon by ourselves,
And slip inside,
Just like the way we did at that beach,
I hope u remember

I spread this mattress on my roof,
So that we can lie on our backs,
In each others embrace,
We could watch the stars shine,
We could watch the moon cross by our paths.

Dreams don’t always come true,
Then I wonder,
If dreams in my dream would ever come true ?
I dig into my empty heart to find my answer,
I probe into my frozen mind,
And why does my mind tell me ‘to hope’ ?
I realize,
That its like having a hope of safe landing,
In a bottomless pit.

... Random thoughts ...

How do you make some one know
what goes in your heart each moment,
how do you let some one realize
what your mind plans each second ?

But there are always a special one
who doesn't need telling even a bit
who can sense your feelings any time
with whom your bond is all time hit !

Then why do you have to wait for him
why does time keeps you both apart?
why is that you always wish his presence
why you can't let any one close to your heart ?

LATE NIGHT THINKING!!!

Posted By: Suga

Ever wondered why all creative activity finds its potential in silence?What is thinking? Is it giving time to your mind to express itself, or just a process to browse your mind, or the instinct(popularly known as The Voice of Heart)? I probably spend far too much time thinking about life. So many nights I have spent thinking - Thinking about various things, feeling sleepy but do not want to sleep- Just staring at my ceiling- thinking of doing something- something other than nothing- about the figures and colors I want to paint those empty canvases with, thoughts of packing my bags and run away towards the mountains, about the musical instruments I would love to learn, lost friends i would want to meet again, or just a weird imagination that if I try to spread my hands would I be able to fly like birds? about many unfulfilled dreams that are the basic cause of the thoughts or may be about that charming guy I have always wanted to be with, in the sunset, holding hands!!! And then spending whole day in making various schemes on how to turn these thoughts into reality. Have you ever had your most constructive thought at night, of how wonderful life could be? There is a strange kind of reality in these thoughts it seems, that give our life a strange kind of excitement. Remember Santiago, that famous character of the book The Alchemist who believed in his dream so much that he traveled all the way to Egyptian Pyramids in order to chase his dream. It creates a great feeling of passion to turn these dreams into reality. I am sure, to some extent , these late night thoughts are the basic and the most important reason for a kind of life we lead and are the first step towards achievement, as each thought is a creator of new experience and when we put all our effort to make these imaginary experiences into reality life becomes a wonderful journey, I guess. It is kinda addiction to be lost in the dreams!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Dr. RAJKUMAR..!!!

The special day to you, is special to us too
Dear friend, happy birthday to you
Hope you enjoy it, from beginning till end,
Here's a special wish, we're ready to send.

Happy Birthday dear
Only happy wishes you must hear
As you enter an another year
We are there with you, so never fear...!!!!

Happy Birthday Dr. RajKumar.....May all the happiness be with you forever and ever...and Bro, My best wishes always with you...!!!these are the wishes frm our whole family of Lounge.....Have a blast dear..!!!

I Hate You For Loving Me

I come up to you with innocent hope filled eyes,

But you stare at me like i am a stranger who screams..!

I want you to look into my eyes, they never lie

You make me feel what we had were only dreams

I look into your eyes just to dream of your thoughts

You tear your eyes away and make me feel lost

I snuggle up close to you just to feel your heat

You shrug my arms off and tell me to beat it

I try to grasp ur fingers but you just wouldn't let

You turn away from me, words left unsaid

I try to sleep but the dreams just won't come

The nightmares of you leaving haunt me till dawn

I try to charm you back but you don't let me speak

You stop me everytime, you make me a freak!

I know you love me...but you just wouldn't admit

But i know my love,you love me with every breathe

I can hear my name in your every heart beat

But baby, i just cant keep watching you bleed

I know angel, you just want me to try

Just give me a hint darling, how can I?

I swore i wouldn't let you drop a single tear

I know i broke that, but baby i need you near

I know i can bring you back...atleast one day

I hate you for loving me this way!

P.S| inspired by the first two lines written by Rush_me in her blog. I know i shamelessly copied it. I just hope i did justice to those beautiful lines

Happy B'day Doc...

Its his B'day today..

You all know him as Dr.Kumar.

He is just Kummy for me... the ever sweet cousin of mine who always keeps smiling...

So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY...

Let your neurons go berserk...

Endorphins unleashed... a rain storm...

Heart's on tachycardia...

Not due to increased venous return

Cos of the surged up LOVE RETURN...

Have an adrenalin rush

Through out the day....

Many more happy returns of the day da...

Have a blast.... N'joy...

Launch of the INS Arihant

This post goes as a tribute to all the engineers and personnel who have completed India's nuclear triad - it's capability of launching nukes from the air, land and the sea. Though much is left to do, like seeing to it that the onboard nuclear reactor achieves criticality, officialy India is the fifth power with the capability of launching nuclear submarines with today's launch.

Fig. INS Chakra (Charlie -1). INS Arihant is said to be a copy of this sub

But having arms, is completely different from having the will to use them. We have a plan of only 5 nuclear subs. In comparison, China already has 10 nuclear subs. The U.S. has 18, U.K. has 4, France has 4 and Russia has 15. It is a wonder why we never aim to be the best, and always aim to be in between. And when we develop enough, would we use them? With current trends in Indian foreign policy, it doesn't seem so.

There is one more factor. The K-15 missiles that will be the major payload of our submarine has a range of only 750 kilometers and the K-X missiles planned for the future have a payload of about 3500 kilometers. This is nowhere in comparison to the SLBMs of other powers. We still have a long way to go.

But for the moment, we can take rest, since war with major powers is not in the offing and pop the bubbly. This is also a fair tribute to the jawans who laid their lives for Kargil war 10 years ago. This is also in the line of Krishna telling Arjun during the latter's time in the jungle to go in the search of Divyashtra for the war, that whether or not weapons are to be used in a war, a Kshatriya must possess all kinds of weapons.

May we grow so powerful, that some Indian PM in the future roar the following words from the Gita.

Chapter 11 - 32

श्री-भगवान उवाचा
कालो ’समी लोक-कस्य-करत प्रव्र्द्धो
लोकन समहर्तुम इह प्रवर्ततः
रते ’पि त्वं न भाविस्यन्ति सर्वे
ये ’वस्थितः प्रत्यानिकेसू योधाः।

"The Supreme Personality of Godhead said: Time I am, the great destroyer of the worlds, and I have come here to destroy all people. With the exception of you [the Pandavas], all the soldiers here on both sides will be slain."

The Fourth seat - 1

A shu was born and brought up in Switzerland .She has been living with her uncle since her mothers death.Her mother kicked the bucket when Ashu was just 3yrs old .Mr Shridar,Ashu's uncle was a very famous personality in UK.He was a very well known business man in Switzerland and a known writer.He used to write stories despite of his busy schedule.He was of his own kind and he had two beautiful kids Anand and Ravi ,who were twins.Mr.Shri was busy with his own work and seldom got time to meet his children.Shridar was proud of his niece.He loved her like his own child.He always used to say "Ashu,you are like my own daughter and the first kid of the house".Even his wife didn't opposed this statement and she loved Ashu like her own daughter.Mr and Mrs Shri were childless and Ashu was like a blessing in disguise to them.They were Indians who settled in Switzerland over a decade ago.Ashu was a brilliant student . Anand and Ravi were like her best friends..she used to share all her secrets with them.
Mr and Mrs Shri treated Ashu like their own child,but Ashu never used to feel that .Ashu wanted to live with her parents .Her dad died few months after her mom died and this was the reason why Shridar decided to adopt and take care of Ashu.Sridhar was a Software engineer and owned a software company in UK.Ashu should be proud of them,but she wasnt.She missed her mom and dad very much .After all Mr and Mrs Shridhar were not her own parents .She used to wonder why she didn't died after her parents.She was living a luxurious life in Basil,which no one would ever think of,thanks to Mr and Mrs Shridhar.Without them it wouldn't be possible.She was feeling alone.Her uncle was always busy with his own work and used to return home after 10 pm,and so she would hardly get time to speak to him.That very year she passed her 12th grade exams with merit scores and wanted to pursue a career in Engineering as she was deeply inspired by her uncle.She told his uncle about this ,at first they thought for a while as they never wanted her to be isolated or never wished to get separated from her.This was because she was a special gift to them,a gift which they got when they desperately needed .Finally they agreed to send her to degree school to study engineering in computer science..Ashu never had friends .no one to cherish and her life was a real mess and that's why she decided to go.Her brothers were the one whom she would miss a lot as she loved both of them.Even while going she promised both of them that she would return soon ,but who knows she meant it or it was just a statement made by her.She wished to see her home town in India.She came to study in Mumbai and she lived with her granny for a while.She took admission in a very famous college in Mumbai.She hated the luxurious life that she lived in Basil.She always wanted to get rid of such a kind of life. She entered Mumbai with a big smile on her face.Ashita's(Ashu's) main intention was to visit the place where her parents lived.She starved for love although she was loved by her Uncle and family.She liked the way people lived in Mumbai ,a very sweet and simple life ...altogether this was a different experience for Ashu.Ashu now decided to explore her life and to live a life which is deprived of tensions ,furies and loneliness.She lived in a hostel and she had three roommates with her.At beginning Ashu was a stranger to every one ,no one used to talk to her as she looked more like a foreigner.When asked about her, Ashu used to tell every one that she was from a small town near Bangalore , as she thought that no one would talk to her if she revealed her real identity.Anu,Priya and suni were Ashu's room mates in hostel.Ashu was totally different from them.Although she was born and brought in Switzerland,but was a simple Indian girl and was not fashionable at all.She seldom spoke to a boy nor she communicated with a stranger.She was a very good friend of mine.At beginning ,Ashu never realized that communication would be a barrier to her.She never knew Hindi as they all were used to English when she lived in Basil.Even in college she used to talk in English and she was too fluent in English just as any outsider would.She wanted to learn Hindi and make friends.In our first introductory lecture in first year ,she introduced her as Ashita(Ashu) and every one stared at her for a while,as this girl was amazing.She pretended to be a girl from Bangalore and spoke as if she was living in New York.She started learning Hindi and asked us to talk in Hindi as she wanted to improve her Hindi.She started loving the way things were going around her.Her life was taking a big twist and it was like she was forgetting her family who loved her.Her 3 room mates were friendly to her as well.
At the same time this was a very different scenario in Basil,Sridhars business was facing a big threat due to some famous company and it was running in losses.This all started just as Ashu left them.Her presence was a big boom for them.His business was doing extremely well when Ashu was with them.But as she left them everything changed,they loved her very much...but did she realized that someone was thinking about her.Their condition were really disastrous and they had to take loan from banks to run their business,it saw all loses and no profits.As of now ,Mr.Shri started facing big health problems as well.Ashu was the only hope for him,as he considered her as the eldest child of the family.Once he even told that after him,Ashu would take care of the business, as his very own children's were too young as they were just 6 years old when Ashu left them.But any way they really started missing her and wanted to meet her soon.But it was not possible at that instant as their business was suffering badly and absence of Sridhar would see more disastrous performance.
Now Ashu realized that life in Mumbai was not easy as that in Basil.Did she realised that she was badly needed in Basil, did she realize that their business was under threat of extinction?.No one knew what was she upto and she seldom thought about them ..that too only when she thought about her mother and father...at that time she used to think about her brothers Anand and Ravi as she promised them to return soon .Even they were eagerly waiting for their diiii,but who knew what was running in her mind.Moreover she had to concentrate on her exams as well.....she was busy waiting for her exams to begin.

to be continued...

This heaven! =D

Hey... this post is my last one for a month. Yeah, I know I said the last post would be the last one but I just had to stop packing long enough to have a last post!

The calm, blue sky, the bright yellow sand, resting on my feet. The sun is sitting in a corner up above, watching us. Children are laughing and playing while their parents look on with admiration, sitting on the blankets that they have laid out. I slowly make my way in to this heaven and smile...

Ok... might not happen to me! It's monsoon season there. Whereas here it is summer!

Bye! :D

Luck (2009)

1 star out of 5

What's it all about?

A bunch of very 'lucky people' participate in a survival game orchestrated by mafia boss, Karim Moosa (Sanjay Dutt), who is on a mission to establish and lead the human-betting business. Instead of 'survival of the fittest', it's 'survival of the luckiest' here. So you have Ram Mehra (Imran Khan), Major Jawar Pratap Singh (Mithun Chakraborty), serial killer Raghav (Ravi Kissen), sixteen-year old Shortcut (Chitrashi Rawat) and Natasha (Shruti Hassan) relying solely on luck to win this bizarre game of life and death.

Direction & Screenplay

Writer-director, Soham Shah, needs hardcore lessons in script-writing. Shah's story and character development skills are zilch and funnily enough, he always ends up writing the silliest climax imaginable. If Kaal was a nightmare, then Luck is the mother of all nightmares. There were no gargantuan expectations from Shah but it was very disappointing to see Renzil D'Silva's name in the screenplay credits. Isn't he the same guy who wrote Aks and Rang De Basanti?

Performances

Another huge disappointment is in store for those who are expecting Shruti Hassan to match her father's (Kamal Hassan) acting abilities. Alas, the young lady's debut is as thanda as it can get. Shruti's flat dialogue delivery and lack of expression is a big turn-off. Oh, and the bikini-scene is total nonsense. But wait, it doesn't mean that she's devoid of talent. Shruti is a gifted musician and she sings her version of Luck Aazma with much aplomb. Imran Khan is another misfit who looks completely uncomfortable throughout the film. He should stick to rom-coms for now; I'm sure there's plenty of time to experiment later. Bhojpuri bhaiyya, Ravi Kissen, and Chitrashi Rawat are entertaining in their silly roles. Sanjay Dutt and Danny Denzongpa bore you to death with their endless lectures about luck and all that, and there's some more guaranteed boredom with Mithun's cheesy catchphrase, 'Koi Shaque?', last heard in J.P. Dutta's Ghulami.

Music

Salim-Sulaiman's compositions are above average but music in an action-thriller is unnecessary. A robust background score would be more appropriate. Amar Mohile does a good job, aptly supported by Hari Dwarak's impressive sound design.

Stunts

A film like Luck needs a good dose of high-octane stunts but Allan Amin's action lacks punch. Full marks for the opening train sequence, however, the underwater and parachute scenes are not very convincing. Spielberg's Jaws did a better job with the sharks and that was way back in 1975. The climax involving a speeding train, a plane and some explosions is a joke, not because of the stunts but because of the actors who are performing them and the Aazma Luck track that accompanies the entire sequence. Do save a few laughs as there is much more in store for you, thanks to Imran, Ravi and Shruti.

FINAL VERDICT

Luck is a big turkey and it's worse than Soham Shah's mediocre debut, Kaal. Bad luck Soham.

Twitsters have their say about Luck:

jun6lee - All-in-all, I was torn between, 'this is quite novel' and 'it could be done so much better, if'...upto the pre-climax that is. This is when it dropped into the pits of hell. The big end-game was just plain lame & made no sense.

shamail - Luck is an awesome movie, after a long time I've seen a Bollywood movie comparable to Hollywood.

ronakjain90 - Luck is a total non-sense movie. Please watch it only if you can digest that.

baxiabhishek - Back from Luck. What the #$%^, such a suck, full of muck, my bad luck, yuck yuck yuck!

filmigirl - This masala lover says: updated take on Gumnaam. Ridiculous but fun - slow start but ending is great!

The Legend of Sandeep Malan – 2

Sandeep rushed to his home. He paid 500 bucks to the auto, and without even waiting for the change, immediately rushed to his apartment. His apartment was in the most posh area of Juhu. It was that area of Mumbai which was home to many bollywood stars including Salman Khan, Akshay Kumar, Hrithik Roshan….and the item girl Rakhi Sawant. Sandeep had spent a fortune a few weeks ago in buying his 13th floor apartment just facing the building where Rakhi Sawant resided. He had spent all his savings, borrowed money from a goon, sold his ancestor’s house…much to the horror of his father, cut on his dates with Richa…just to get enough money for this apartment. Such was his craze for the item girl. There was a time when he used to spend maximum time with Richa. Richa, his love from his college days…the girl who won his heart when she sealed their love with a kiss. Sandeep was totally mad and passionate for her. He was always like that…passionate, moody, crazy!

He rushed to take the lift for his floor. It was 6.54 pm. And the lift got stuck. “Damn!! No!! God...you can’t do this to me! No!!”, he was growing impatient. The lift was back in order at 6.56 pm. But those two minutes seemed like ages to Sandeep. He was getting desperate. He reached his apartment at 6.57 pm and switched on the TV as soon as he entered. Straight to the ‘Hot Channel’ for the ‘Night out with Rakhi’ show. He waited for the 7 pm show and turned the volume to max and danced continuously for two hours at all the cheap Rakhi item numbers watching her live performance alongside. There was a time when the neighbours used to complain…not anymore. They had lost all hopes. Rakhi Sawant was his passion. He used to spend hours at his balcony waiting to get a glimpse of Rakhi who lived on exactly the same floor in the opposite building. Once he was even caught by the security when he was trying to reach Rakhi’s apartment by climbing up the sewage pipe. He then enjoyed a complete two day and one night stay at the prison. It was his friend Asbah who got him out and even convinced Richa that Sandeep was on a short business trip. Asbah was well aware of Sandeep’s latest craze and made every effort to hide this from Richa. But little did she know the extent to which that madness had evolved. She was as unaware as Sandeep himself!

It was 9.30 pm when he saw 5 missed calls from Richa on his phone. He thought of calling her back later. Just then he received a call from Supari Bhai, the local don from whom he had borrowed money for the apartment. He directed him to reach Marine Point in half an hour. Sandeep reached there to find Supari and his two men. “Abey shaney…tera time aa gaya lagta hai!! Vapas kar paise varna teri building se hi tujhe neeche tapka doonga!!”, he threatened. At that very moment Supari Bhai’s phone buzzed with the ringtone, “Arey ye to bataaa..sochta hai tu kyaaa….” This was the latest Rakhi Sawant item number and Sandeep’s favourite. He immediately started to dance on this song…step by step…exactly like Rakhi Sawant. He was singing and dancing madly. Marine Drive was a famous hangout spot and at that hour, there were many people hanging around. Sandeep was dancing like mad. Supari tried to stop him but could not. People were now staring at them. Supari and his men left the spot fearing police attention. Song by song…he kept on dancing and singing each item number of Rakhi Sawant.
It was then he spotted a couple in a compromising position making merry in a corner, away from preying eyes. The spot the couple had chosen was perfect as it was very difficult to spot them at this hour. Sandeep’s eyes lit up at the thought of mischief. He recalled a scene from yesteryears Rajni flick where the hero plays a moral police. Rakhi steps were replaced by Rajni’s poses in a matter of seconds and Sandeep started off in the direction were the couple were making merry. “Found a safe place you rascala’s….Rajni anna around and all this shit happening…Chumma Perai Kettavudane adhiruthilla (Doesn’t my name send a shiver down your spine?)…. Ponnum, pennum un pinnadi varanum...athu pinnadi nee pogakoodadhu..( Money and girls should always follow you, never go behind them)…Does not this chappy know that….Rascala…making merry in Rajni’s presence….Shoooo…Shooo…Go away….Go away…..Go away I say….Naan Oru Thadava Sonna ....Nooru Thadava Sonna Mathiri..!(I say it once, it’s as good as saying it a hundred times)”, Sandeep was shouting at the couple in true Rajni ishtyle. The couple were so engrossed in making merry that they had turned a deaf ear to the outside world. This enraged Sandeep. He started walking towards the couple after flicking a cigarette in the air which landed perfectly between his lips. He was walking in Rajni style. He was barely a metre away from the couple on romp when he stopped abruptly and dished out more Rajni dialogues. “Adhe kozhandhai kitta Sandeep Malannu sonna, innoru kaiyale avanga amma vaayayum moodum!” (Well, if you say the name ‘Sandeep Malan’ to that particular unborn child, it will close its mother’s mouth with the other hand!)…… Late ta vandalu Latest ta varuven(I come late but I come Latest)….put your clothes on you Rascala’s….and face Rajni….and get lost from here…..Yenna Rascalaaaa….Mind It!!!”, screamed Sandeep. A crowd had started gathering at the spot where Sandeep was belting dialogue after dialogue. More and more people were joining in to check out what the commotion was all about. Everyone who saw what was happening, was enraged at the couple.
The couple was shocked at this sudden intrusion and was clueless what was happening. The girl picked up her duppatta and fled the scene. Sandeep caught a glimpse of her when she ran past him. He had seen her somewhere. The face he saw bore a striking resemblance to Sarah Alexander, who was his colleague at office. Yes, it had to be her. That scar on her right cheek had confirmed his doubts. The guy was still in a state of shock. He was taken aback to see all the crowd that had gathered. Sandeep was still fuming, “Yennaaa Rascalaa…making merry at a secluded spot and marring the image of this great city…that too when Rajni’s disciples are around….Mind it!! You people…teach him a lesson…no one messes around in Rajni’s raj…..Mind it!!” The enraged mob attacked the guy and started beating him up. With every cry, Sandeep was laughing more hysterically. After beating him up for 5 minutes, Sandeep intruded and asked the crowd to stop. “Rajni’s biggest strength is his ability to forgive and forget…Mind it!! One last slap in Rajni ishtyle and then you are free”, said Sandeep. He caught hold of the guy’s collars and pulled him towards him. The guy was bleeding profusely. He was crying loudly. “Look at me you rascala”, commanded Sandeep. The guy looked in his direction. Sandeep got the shock of his life. It was D’Silva!! His boss D’Silva!!

She Stole My Sundays

I've lost all my Sundays

As I look up

Daylight is no more

Can't see the sun in my skies

Its all dark clouds now

Veiling over my sun.

Yet,

I keep smiling

Cos, Its raining love.

P.S. - She can pirate as many 'SUN'days as she wishes... As long as the sea is... love.

Have a happy 'Sun'day everyone...

Arun Kumar - My Life - As I Know It

kurukshetra(कुरुक्षेत्र)

जब महाभारत का युद्घ होने वाला था उस समय पर श्री कृष्ण और अर्जुन युद्घ के लिए भूमि देखने के लिए निकलपड़े ,घूमते घूमते वो कुरुक्षेत्र पहुँच गए । वहां उन्होंने देखा एक किसान और साथ में उसका बेटा दोनों खेती कर रहेथे ,तभी अचानक एक साँप ने उस किसान के बेटे को डस लिया ,उस किसान ने अपने बेटे की लाश को खेत से बाहरकर दिया और फ़िर से खेती करने लगा । आगे भगवान ने देखा एक महिला खाना ले कर आ रही थी ,श्री कृष्ण नेउससे पुछा तुम कहा जा रही हो ,उसने कहाँ अपने पति और ससुर के लिए खाना ले कर जा रही हूँ ,श्री कृष्ण बोलेतुम्हारे पति को तो साँप ने डस लिया हैं और तुम्हारे ससुर ने उसकी लाश को खेत से बाहर कर दिया हैं और फ़िर खेती करने लगा हैं ,ये सुनते ही वो महिला वही बैठ गई और खाना खाने लग गई अपने पति के हिस्से का खाना खाकर वो ससुर का खाना ले कर आगे बढ़ गई। श्री कृष्ण ने अर्जुन से बोला के यही जगह सही हैं युद्घ के लिए यहाँ किसी को किसी से कोई मतलब नही हैं सब अपने बारे में सोचते हैं।

अगर आज भगवान श्री कृष्ण को युद्घ के लिए भूमि देखने जाना पड़े तो आसानी से मिल जायेगी क्योंकि हर जगह सब अपने बारे में ही सोचते हैं

(now for the members who don't understand hindi well)

jab mahabharat ka yudh hone vala tha us samay par shri krishn aur arjun yudh ke liye bhumidekhane ke liye nikal pade ,ghumte ghumte vo kurukshetra pahunch gayevahan unhone dekhaek kisaan aur saath maen uska beta dono kheti kar rahe the ,tabhi achanak ek saap ne us kisaanke bete ko das lia ,us kisaan ne apane bete ki laash ko khet se baahar kar dia aur fir se kheti karne laga.

aage bhagwan ne dekha ek mahila khana le kar aa rhai thi ,shri krishna ne ussepucha tum kaha ja rhai ho ,usane kahan apane pati aur sasur ke liye khana le kar ja rahi hun ,shrikrishn bole tumhare pati ko to saap ne das lia hain aur tumhare sasur ne usaki lash ko khet sebaahar kar dia hain aur fir kheti karne laga hain ,ye sunate hi vo mahila vahi baith gayi aurkhana khane lag gayi apane pati ke hisse ka khana kha kar vo sasur ka khana le kar aage badhgayi। shri krishna ne arjun se bola ke yahi jagah sahi hain yudh ke liye yaha kisi ko kisi se koimatlab nhi hain sab apane baare main sochte hai.

agar aaj bhagwan shri krishn ko yudh ke liye bhumi dekhane jana pade to aasani se mil jayegi kyonki aajkal har jagah sab apaen baare maen hi sochte hain

Quo Vadis, Homo Sapiens?

An old post revisited :)

I have been much occupied with reading a few old Tamil classics over the last few days and it has transported me back to the way of life back in 900AD circa.

The lifestyles were plenty back then; from the life of a dedicated gardener whose life would be spent in the gardens supplying flowers every day for the temple nearby to the life of a hardened soldier who had endure various troubles to uphold his honour and allegiance to his king.

The choices for these men were made during their birth and work flowed from one generation to another. Yet some men braved the society and broke free to choose their own destiny. Many had failed while some succeeded to reach great heights.

Upon reading such tales of success and grandeur, it was hard to note the role played by religion and violence. Wars and Rituals ruled and affected the life of everyone in a country let alone the tactical conspiracies that our ancestors were so famous for.

It makes more sense to see the world as it is now filled with conflicts and war. We have evolved in many ways yet chose to retain many of our old ways. Somewhere along that road of evolution, we had lost the true meaning of life; life, as the early societies of humans would have lived where they had come together for communal harmony and development; more so for survival.

I can’t help but think that - "Life can be loved and lived in a simple way if only we all want a life that is unlike what this society has deemed it to be".

Quo Vadis, Homo Sapiens? Why don't we yearn anymore for Peace and Happiness for all the living beings around us?

FIRST IMPRESSIONS!!!

Posted by:SUGA :)

Blog I write : http://whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com

My Tweet : I became a proud member of The Writers Lounge on July 24, 2009 and thiS my INTRODUCTRY post. I am sure you will have fun reading it , coz I had loads of fun writing it :) ... Happy Blogging !!!

Those who know me well will tell you the whole story of my obsession for obsessions. Whether it's about a person, a character, a book, an accessory, the weather or a new idea!!!

I still haven't figured out the real cause of this phenomena though, but as long as it keeps me in high spirits, who cares!!!

Its kinda strange how something can be so powerful to occupy your senses completely and then leave you as if it doesn't exist. This momentary magic is hard to explain, this week it's Nadal (Yeah you got it right ...the hottest chap of tennis :P...sigh)...Last week it was Dalai lama n Tibet. Before it was Michael Jackson's "you are not alone" and way before Manchester United and Ronaldo ..ohhh... what a life!!!And how can I forget my all time obsession for food ;)

I wonder why I only talk, eat, drink, sleep and dream about these obsessions. I remember this year during my exams it was Rahul Gandhi and his dimples(ooh) and during exam prep - Che Guevara and other leftist ideology [god bless my result :( ] coz instead of mugging up literature, I was busy thinking about adventures. And man during US elections it was Obama ( ohhh I still think he is cutest) and of course how can I forget my daily cute guy crushes huh (good heavens!). Those cheesy debates on the existence of GOD. God bless my friends, who had to bear my Osho cum Nirvana cum Lama cum Emo cum The monk who sold his Ferrari phase (chill I still haven't given my worldly pleasures and love my PC and footwear and dresses) and also I am yet to achieve Nirvana (but you never know) yet the discussion lasted for a week or two (which eventually didn't lead us anywhere... lols :P).

I remember how we used to discuss the important topics like why can't they ban smoking or drugs for that matter, when they know its harmful. My obsession for color black and that black coffee without sugar and when I called all my friends to search a guitar locket anywhere they can ...just because I want it!!! Its strange but fun ;) .... And lately it's about these bizarre ideas to change the world. As they say, " People who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who actually do". No matter how unrealistic my ideas are to actually materialize but it feels great to remain obsessed to my obsessions !!!


THAT'S ME!!! IN CASE

YOU WANA SEE THE FACE

BEHIND THESE CRAZY

THOUGHTS :p ....

kEEP SMiLiNg :)

Timeless Child

This is my first attempt to cover the social menace of child molestation. I personally feel the sickness inside a pedophile is untreatable. The stats are available with most of the NGOs and other law enforcement agencies globally that states that all those who go through such horror in their earilier lives are often over taken by prolonged post-traumatic stress and other psychological disorders .Many of them even end up in juvenile homes and prisons when they grow up. Please read the poem only if you wish to feel the pain of a child who gets physically abused instead of witnessing endless love from all the corners of the world.

. . .

Painting on a white paper piece

These shivering hands holds the brush

Need the right color from my valise

You do it slowly theres no rush

Sitting like a cornered stone

Lost in lullaby of my dreams

Just learned how to spell 'ozone'

Few reminiscence of self-esteem

Then you happened on a dark new day

Holding my fingers with a father's touch

Helping me with my sketches

Behind your eyes lived that ugly lust

You whispered every word of faith

Wish I could understand your plot

Fading innocence in every breathe

I was your sweetest jackpot

"Mother Mary dont you hear

I always did my homework in time

Jesus dont you see my tears

That crash upon the filthy chimes"

Every moment turned to hour

Trauma inflicted through that pain

Did my best to resist your power

That white paper and those red stains

I was left crawling in the doorway

As you zipped and left away with pride

You knew it was my eighth birthday

The day when my childhood died

sometimes I lived in Prozac,

sometimes I needed morphine

Yesterday I came out of rehab

Tomorrow I'm turning nineteen

Mother Mary dont you see now

I have got a hand full of guns

Every bullet has your name

Every moment has your burns

I'm trigger happy as I can be

Found you drunk at August's bar

Between your eyes I placed the three

Jesus you pushed me this far

Painting on a white paper piece

These trembling hands holds the brush

Your death was my final bliss

I painted slowly , there was no rush !

..tum shayad kahin nahi..

Suni si ek raah

us par gharein se kuch nishaan

kisi ki sahami hui yaadon ke

sisakte hu kuch waadon ke

dard se karhaati hui roshni

dhuein main dhundlati se ek khushi

aankhon ko bhigoti hui kuch boondee

kaano se gujarti hui kuch awazee

kisi ke aane ki woh aahat

waqt ke ruk jaane ki woh chahat

woh dubta hua suraj

woh sharmate hue sitare

sukhe patoo se khelti hui woh hawa

khidki se jhakti hui woh raatein

chupkee se yaad aati hui woh baatein

Asmaan ko chune ki woh koshish

kisi ko paaney ki woh khuwaish

haathon main simti si ek lakir

aankhon main chippi si ek tasveer

woh khud hi rhuthna

woh khud hi manana

woh mutthi main band kuch sapne

woh bichadee hue kuch apne

gujarta hua har pal yuhi

bheka hua kuch-kuch kahin

khamosh si hai lahree sabhi

khoo gayi zindgi kahin

tham sa gaya sab kuch

par waqt hai pata nahi kuch

hu aaj bhi 'main' wahin-kahin

aur 'tum' shayad kahin nahi

The Legend of Sandeep Malan - 1

(All characters in this post have nothing to do with those living or dead..)


‘Sir ,please sir , I want leave for just 2 days sir,’ Sandeep asked his boss Mr D’Silva to grant him a leave of 2 days. He was much disappointed with himself as he believed that he has mastered the art of fooling his seniors .In his previous work place at Kolkatta , he was reportedly said to have fooled his bosses many times.He used to make some weird stories and used to roam around with his girlfriend Richa .This work place was a different challenge for him as most of the time he used to scrubb his ass doing some important work .Although he joined “ Airvoice Telecommunications “ with a work experience of 4 years behind his shoulder, he hardly got any respect from his peers.He just made a single friend who used to be like him .She was Asbah Khan from Hyderabad who was a year younger to him.

Sandeep never liked his boss much .At Utel cellular ,he used to work under a female called Nisha Malhotra who had graduated from IIM-B.It was said that Sandeep had a crush on his boss ,and it was one of the reasons why he was kicked out from Utel Cellular,Kolkatta.

‘Why the hell ,do you need a leave ?.’ Sandeep’s boss asked Sandeep.

'Sir,it is 14th June,' he said to his boss.

‘Tomorrow is 15^th June and after that it will be 16^th,whats the big deal in it,’ the boss said to Sandeep.

‘Sir ,my best friend’s dad lost his life in major accident at Southern Express highway.He is my best friend and I admire that Uncle very much,’ Sandeep said to his boss.

‘Sir,grant me leave for just 2 days ,’ he added.

‘Well, I appreciate your respect towards your friend and his dad, but this is office,’ the boss said to Sandeep.

‘Ok ,this is the first time and I am giving you leave just because I believe your words,’ The boss gave him a leave of 2 days.

Sandeep Malan never had any best friends in his real life.All his friends used to back stab him which affected him a lot.He didn’t had any best friends and how could his best friends dad would have met with an accident.

The truth was that on 15^th June,Rajnikanth’s much awaited movie called ‘Sivaji’ was getting released.He was already aware that Rajnikanth’s movie had already created big media hype .He was eagerly waiting for this movie since the shooting work had already started.His eyes initially used to be glued to ‘headlines today’ news reporters especially those beautiful girl .Rajnikanth is a popular star icon in India.He was desperately waiting to see Sivaji,Rajnikanth and most importantly Shriya Saran.He went directly to Cine max on 14^th june just as he left his office.He went straight to Cine max movie theatre.He was shocked to see the long queue of the superstar fans who were just like him waiting to see Sivaji.He was behind some 800 people.His turn came the next day at 5 am.

This was similar to Ganesh devotees stranded at Lal baugh who wait for a long time just to get a view of Lord Ganesha.Here we can compare the devotees to the fans and Rajnikanth as Lord Ganesha.

He got 2 tickets for the 3pm show .One he kept for himself and one he sold to one of the person standing aside him with double amount.The very next day he was dressed like a groom although he was wearing the same dress .He reached the movie complex at 2.30 pm .He could not wait to see his famous actor.Rajnikanth was like a god to him.The movie finally started,it was Rajnikanth’s entrance where he dances waving his hands here and there just to outperform other dancers.At one point of time ,he even got up from his seat and he danced just like him.

"Rajni Rocks ,' He screamed and clapped just like a normal Rajnikanth fan.

Richa had came for the same show with her friends.

She looked behind to see the person who was creating a mess of that place .She was stunned to see her lover Sandeep Malan.Soon during the breaks she caught hold of him and spoke to him. She tried calling him since past 3 weeks,but Sandeep used to avoid her.He always used to cut her phone calls,so she used to call him Mr.Busy.She asked him to wait outside after the movie.As soon as the movie got over,Sandeep ran outside as if he was in some state of emergency.He wanted to go to his home as quick as possible .He wanted to reach his place before 7 pm.

‘Bhaiyya ,please jaldi jao naa ,’ He urged the rickshaw driver to accelerate the speed.

Richa was searching for him outside the theatre ,but as usual she was disappointed once again.She wanted to know the reason why he had been avoiding her.

‘Bhaiyya ,fast,jaldi hai,’ sandeep told the auto rickshaw driver.

'kya saab bathroom lagi hai kya,’ the driver replied back.

‘Arey vaise hii kuch jaldi hai, jaldi jaa yaar,’ sandeep said to him.

‘Fast mere bhai,jaldi jaa,’ he added.

(To be continued..)

From College Canteen Metro to Someplace Else







Unforgettable beginning
of
one long year

I had just graduated from high-school, I was so excited that I had forgotten the terrible situation of EDUCATION of my state. Waiting at queues for about 3½ hours, fighting my way into the 'BIASED' examination centres, standing dejected for not being selected, and finally getting admitted to a 'B' Grade college via management quota. I still remember the first day of my college vividly. I felt like an outcast, after getting admitted one week later only, sitting aloof in the first bench. I collected a lot of courage just to ask the guy sitting behind me, what was being taught. To my good fate, he turned out to be a true helper, atleast for the day! He said and said and said.

The classes began, I was 'not' introduced to the class, to which I was very glad of. I answered every question that was asked, I tried keeping my attention to the studies, not even knowing about tomorrow, I also got acquainted with a girl and three boys that day, DAMN ONLY THREE!! I felt like I'm the centre of attraction as if am Harry Potter, The Girl Who Was Suppose To Come Late!!!

From A Nine Pointer
To A
Four Pointer

When I remember those days, one thing comes to my mind unknowingly, my bond with the members. After attending so many classes, I started missing, rather bunking most of them. But I was regular till the middle of the year. After the first unit, I became over-confident and went astray. I stopped attending most of the classes. Spent time with my so called friends, rehearsed for dance performances.

......

To Be Continued....

Previous part::Su'Shanty

Where are WE....

Last night, I had said or rather challenged a Tweend (Twitter Friend) of mine that when I come next time to blogger I'll prove who is more romantic. But truly speaking am nothing compared to him. So I dedicate this post to my friend Nabeel aka Softykid.


I want to sleep tonight
As I don't have anything to do
Am drinking again
Coz you are gone And it seems so long ago
When you were next to the starbucks store
Where am I
And where are you.


I don't like the drum beats
They make my head swing
I have nothing else left
Coz I've given everything away
When you were here
Next to the store even With your flaming heart
And my mind was full
Of love for you.





Say to me my heart
What made you
Walk the street
When you bought that
Two sitter car;
One for you, the other for your driver.
And now where should I be
When you are not next to me.


My heart was full of love
A key to liveliness
Am spending too much time
Near the foolish lifeless pool
And it seems so long ago
When you were next to the store
Where am I
And where are you?


N.B. This is actually a song by me.

What's wrong??? Stressed I am!!!

Stressed I am.. every minute and second of the day,

How do I get away from it??



I feel so depressed and tired of it and I don't sleep,

though my eyes are so heavy with sleep.



I know everyone wants to ask me, why i look so so sad

But, they know the answer and keeps their mouth shut..



Every morning I wake up with feel of hopeless,

I am afraid that nothing is going to be right!



The feeling is killing me...

and I am dying here!

A note on leadership

According to the father of our nation - Mahatma Gandhi, gone are the days when leadership meant power and strength... today it means getting along with people, mixing with them and motivating them.
I feel, its about knowing what to do, believing in it.. and going an extra mile to show others the way..
It is their passion that makes them work, make them believe in their work and in themselves.
It is their willingness to make each one confident, each one robust , that makes them a good leader.
They should be known by their work and not merely by their names..

Leadership is an attitude, it is less of words and more of actions.. less of scolding, more of motivating.
It is less about -"If you cant, just leave it", and more about - "okay! lets try it together once again!"
Its less of being the boss, more of being a buddy, a guy on whom the other can lay his trust.
Leadership is not all of vision, its more of executing them and sharing that.
Leadership, i feel, is more of learning and letting others learn... than dictating and teaching.

Leaders aren’t born, they are made. And they are made just like anything else, through hard work. And that’s the price we’ll have to pay to achieve that goal, or any goal.

These are the things I have tried to implement and I practise them.
Regards,
Anirban

..You say it best..When you say nothing at all..!1

Passion filled eyes,
the sweet scent of the flaming air,
the touch that lingers forever,
The shades of violet in the twilight skies,
and hope filled heart,
is that all i was looking for?

(inspired by FL..the post in his blog..) :-P

An enucleated nuclear family.......

"Leave me alone!!!!
Isn't ter anyone to understand me??"
A shrill voice shrieked thorugh the corridors......
Anyone who hears the voice would understand the pain deep inside.....
it was Mrs.Khanna who lost her daughter and her real self a month back......
she has been in the Ward since then......
Her life ruined by her daughter's demise......
She refused to take medication since her admission into the ward.....
A new psychiatrist has been called for to asses her condition.....
She was brought into the consultation room by two huge persons holding her......
"Take your seat Mrs.khanna",the psychiatrist,Dr.Ramesh told....
She took her seat slowly in a very depressed state.....
From her appearance the doc figured out that she ia havng bi-polar mood disorder.....

'Am here to hear your words mam....',said the doc...
'I've nothin to talk....Pls leave me alone',came a sober reply from Mrs.Khanna...
'Talk to me,,..... Open yourselver up.....'
'Just leave me alone',
'Ok mam relax..... Y have you been denying visits from your husband???'
'How dare you talk to me about that bastard???',Groaned Mrs.Khanna agitatedly....
'Ok mam.... I wont talk abt him...... be relaxed.....'
'hmmm',
'Atleast temme why are you not taking your medication',said the doc....
"I dont wanna forget what happened....
I dont wanna calm myself down by your stupid medication...
I wanna feel the pain inside me.....
I wanna stay in love with my sorrow,....
I wanna feel the seperation.....
I wanna develope the agitation in me.....
i wanna avenge my daughter's death.....
I wanna tear that bastard apart....
I dont want Lithium.....
I want a knife to kill him....." Said Mrs.Khanna getting up from the seat.....
Dr.Ramesh was speechless..... He saw the fire in her eyes,.....



To be continued........

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

BROKEN HEARTS..!!

In this tiring world,
That just spins beneath my feet..
Dizzy mazes and confusing faces,
Story outside your heart,
Is a mystery you cannot let anybody dart..

Fast is faster,
Hurt is bigger,
Burnt are the vices,
Which you hold against me..
Graceful are the roads and fly-by arches,
Held down by inhuman crutchs,
But do tell me how to mend a broken heart..!!

With or Without You

My heart is right but my words are wrong
With a confused mind i make them songs
and yet, what do i do?
I woke up late to greet the morning
Why oh heart, didnt you heed the warning?
I am lost without you

Bring out the spears and tear my heart
Hurt my wounds and split it apart
I surrender to you
Tie me up and hang me by my neck
Shoot me down, just kill my rage
Let me die before you

I can't live if you are gone
But if you are gone then you have won
I can't hold you back
In this city, i sleep alone tonight
With your dreams i have to fight
My life's been painted black

Days of our lives have come to an end
I crumble to dust,i turn into sands
And your eyes still haunt me
I am weak, i know and you are strong
I knew it was coming, i knew it all along
So now i lie down to thee...

P.S having one of those rare mood swings....one after many many months...so just bear with me

TWL Meet - RIO....

Yahoo!!! Do you think only people from Bangalore and Chennai can meet leaving the Superhero all alone.As I have already said,you guys have forgotten me and I hate you all.No one invited me to the meet wheter it be Chennai or Bangalore.I am very upset because of guys.Thats the reason why I left for Rio and I had a mini meet with my girlfriend Natalie at the great RIO beach. Well I have posted the picture that we both took.Also see the national flags of both our nation.Isn't it amazing ? Aarthi ,you don't talk to me and yes Arjun.You guys organized the event and didn't bothered to invite me.I am damn sure Mumbai guys won't invite me either.Its not graceful. Just check me and my girls picture.Isn't she cute ?
All you guys from Lounge ,don't drool looking at her picture.She is your babhi ,if I am not wrong.See,I have a rose for her in my heart..Thats my love for natalie. Mridupawan I can see you smile. I take this opportunity to congragulate More Orangee or The Vitruvian Boy who has been appointed as my sidekick.Congrats mate....cheers...I will be posting such WL meet photos quite often....and hey Nats want to joing TWL....invitation please.... .

cheers,
till next time ....
signing off,
StepMAN...superheroes ka Baap!!

Aaj... A Sequel

Baandha tha jis bandhan mein tujhe
Aaj usey hai maine khola
Jin sapno mein dekha tha tujhe
Unse maine hai naata toda

Mann mera aaj udne ko hai
Har khushi mere kadam choomne ko hai
Kara tha tera intezaar
Socha tha tu aayega

Ab na rahi umeed tere aane ki
Kar le tu mujhpar aaj yakeen
Ab un raaho par na rakhungi kadam
Jo nishani hai hamare un lamho ki

Kar liya hai maine khud se yeh wada
Is nayi subah ke saath
Udne doongi apne is mann ko
Piroyega yeh fir aaj naye khwab

P.S.: I wrote this after Pratsie's post titled Aaj... :)

aaj...

aaj dil shaant hai ..

yeh ajeeb baat hai..

roz to sau geet banata hai

kuch sanjota,kuch mitata hai..

fir aisa kya baat hai

ki aaj ye aise chup chaap hai!

koi gam nahi, na koi shiqva

koi chaah nahi, na koi sapna..

sukoon ki safed chaadar hai,

koi nai subah ki aahat hai,

ek naya din ugne ko hai

mann mera aaj udne ko hai !

PS : I don't knwo why i feel so much to write in hindi these days ... but i promise i will translate each of my poems in english soon !

WL Mumbai Meetup --------- Its Time!!!!!

Hi Guys,
Rohan and I finally came to the conclusion that sum1 had to take da onus of wakin da people from Mumbai from their reverie.....The Writers Lounge celebrated its 1st anniversary and our friends from Chennai and Bangalore (Not to forget "The Vitruvian Boy's" special celebration) came together for the occasion. We boast of one of the higher number of members active on the lounge but still when it comes to meeting up, we hold back.......C'mon guys!!!!
Wakey...........Wakey........Time to get up and get dressed......Lets make dis thing happen!
Please leave your consent in the comments section!
Details are as given below:

WL Mumbai Meet
Location (Tentative): Bandra Reclamation
Date: 26th July 2009.....cant help if da date has u cowering wid fear! :P (Guys from Mumbai wld know wat I mean! ;)

Time: Yet to be decided!



Who's gonna b der????? (Members who have already given der consent)



Rohan

Maverick



Neha, Anurag nd Ilashree: sorry guys cldnt get in tch wid ya on saturday.....bt thanx atleast fr responding to the invite nd expressing interest....means a lot! :)




PS: Plz Dont keep a track of this post for updates! Coz guess wat no one's coming! Cheers! :)


PPS: And guys leave it u now, to plan.......take ur time, adjust ur calendars, take appointments, do evry kinda thing dat can make a 2 hour meet possible! Here's wishing you luck!

Conversations with The PINK ORCHID

Hey people.....while many of you slept lasyt night, someone came silently to the lounge. But she wasn't as silent as she thought she would be. Kajal a.k.a the Pink orchid was here....as she is every other night...to read our posts. She left comments on the shoutbox and we caught up to her. It was on her request that i am posting the entire conversation...She misses you guys...like anything

Read on-

Kajal: i am always around guys and i miss all of you!! I have left blogworld but i am always around. thanks sandeep, ste, saim and Arv for not forgetting me. take care y'll. god bless!!

Kajal: and belated happy birthday to TWL. Like Asbah said, I'd like to make my grandchildren visit this page. lol and the way my life is moving at a jet speed, that day doesnt seem far!

Kajal: Arthi and Vinu.. keep smiling you guys.. I will always always cherish you ... Prats, I am so glad to see you back. and I am so so happy to see my cute little Artz back to her smiling self.

Kajal: Arjun..kaisa hai oye? take care of yourself alright.. hey Tan! after a long time i am here 'yet another sleepless night at WL' hhahaaaahh remember? miss you Tanmoy da.

Kajal: Nusrath, Arun, LPS, Sonshu, FL..wished to tell you that you guys have been really sweet and kind.. and how nice to use this chatbox to write a mini post when all of you are fast asleep..

Sona: kajal, is that u..our own kajal..

Sona: can we chat kajal?

Sona: oh dear u have forgotten me.. well it used to be Roshni.. im so happy to see u here..

Sona: do write to leo... misses u so much..

FL: kajal yu ther?

FL: pls reply something

Kajal: hey roshni.. yes the same Kajal .. i am totally off internet .so dont even have an email id..could you tell vinu aka leo that i was thinking of him..i miss the brother i have in him..

Kajal: hey FL.. long time..

FL: omg kaj...hw r yu?

Sona: will surely do.. how he will wish he was here right now

FL: vinu is really sad dear...atlst cntct him once...he virtually left the lounge

Kajal: fl please do me a favor.. everything that I have written here in the chat box..could you please copy paste it as a post and post it here..i'd be really grateful

Sona: home u doing fine.. u can see for urself how much u are missed.

FL: kaj we had a Wl chennai meet...wish yu wer there

FL: i wil kaj...definitely

Kajal: please do it now..otherwise all of it will get erased as we chat further.. i am so grateful you are here.. really wanted to speak to someone who belongs to this heaven..

Ps(Prats): hellos kajal .. good to see ur name on lounge !!!

Kajal: hey Pratsie.. how i miss you.. how have you been girl.. ?

Ps(Prats): been good .. but a bit angry wd u .. sachchi ... how cud u leave jlt ?? never thot of anyone ??

FL: this is not fair kaj...where are you?

Kajal: ah i couldnt stay.. and i wanted to leave quietly..if i spoke out i;d have been made to stay by all the sweet people i know. i couldnt Prats...call me a coward..but didnt want to see hurt

Kajal: though i know some of you are really really missing me..and me too..i miss all of you.. i come here every night after everyone leaves..

Ps(Prats): u hurt some one a lot more u know... wish i cud talk to u some where else !

FL: n if you guys tok...add me too!!!! i am nt leaving you too

Tan: Hello People... Hi Kan.... long time.. how are you??

Kajal: i cannot even fathom the hurt that i have caused.. i am not an author here anymore FL..i am just so grateful that i am still remembered..

Ps(Prats): fl... can u NOT be there fr a min ??

Kajal: long time Tan da.. i am good..how are you.

Kajal: hahahaaahah let FL be Pratsie.. i am realising it more and more how much i have missed this funny guy

FL: i wil post the entire shoutbox

Tan: I'm fine too... missed you at times... but then, you were on a new road - thought you must be having a joy ride How is everything?

Kajal: that'll be really sweet FL..

Ps(Prats): we have got an overdose kinda laughing gas !!!

FL: oi whens the wedding?

Kajal: lol @ Prats

Ps(Prats): u mst have gone fr chennai loungers meet gal...

Kajal: It's in June..

FL: next year! damn!! too long...as we all know...no one from the virtual world is invited

Kajal: i have just pulled myself away from blogging..with a fear that may be the reason behind my happiness might not understand my passion to blog..i thought i'll end up quitting anyway..so why not now?

FL: i dunno how ur blog interferes with your happiness...which side of ur brain did you actually use?? grrr

Tan: Hey Kajal, Cant be here for long... My wishes are always with you.. Keep in touch and keep writing... remember? NOT LEAVING FOR ANYTHING!!! Hope you do Keep happy

Kajal: i'd not make false promises FL..but i am really not inviting any of my friends.. real and virtual -never made a difference.. friends are friends and they are always real..we all know that..

Kajal: you guys are as real as it gets

Kajal: thanks you Tan da..will think over it for sure..

Kajal: and hey FL.. it's that thing about 'expressing your emotions publically'.. everyone doesnt understand the importance of blogging .i did but may be someone else very imp. to me might not understand..

Ps(Prats): den come n write again... not ur blog,.... just on lounge maybe

FL: its so true....god we miss you

Kajal: Prats, you know how i couldnt get enough of this place. ..but now i just feel i wont be able to do anything which i cannot talk about with everyone around me..no matter how i wish to..i might never be able to blog again.

FL: where are you kaj? chennai?

Kajal: I miss you too FL..and hey your penguin and grasshopper one is heart warming ..had me smiling throughout.. you have grown into one hell of a writer.. congrats dude!

Tan: But anyways, that poem (@FL) Was not an Acrostic, by rule

Kajal: yeah FL.. but for a very short period of time..

FL: omg! you read that!!! aw....thanx a ton gal...aarthi will be super delighted

Kajal: hhheehheeeh and thus spake Tan.. i miss your expertised comments Tan da.. have always looked up to ya..

FL: kaj...i wil find out where yu live hehehe

Kajal: of course i did.. i know this is not the right mode to ask.. but is something very special cooking, FL? hmm?

Kajal: lol @fl

FL: lol...we are frnz kaj...very special, closest,bestest frnz

FL: besant nagar???

Kajal: cool FL.. you are the lord of guessing world..

FL: oh i wil find you...know the colony...have to find the house

Kajal: hhahahah achha ji..

Tan: FL meant Bestestest!!! @FL, Wohi tera Penguinwala poem... a nice poem, but due... hmmm... not an acrostic for sure

Tan: Kan, as you are here and I am already missing you more, this song is for you tonight... some scribblings, that I could not write is sung in there.. listen to it

FL: @tan...woh aarthi ne likha tha :P

Ps(Prats): i miss u .... but i will never forgive u dear fr leaving ! sorry but thats true .. sigh!!

FL: @ kaj...itna toh bata...jitna guess kia , correct hai

Kajal: guess karta reh Mridu..

Kajal: tan..which song?

Kajal: i totally understand and respect that Pratsie..i would have been hell pissed if i was at your place..

FL: grrrrr.....y is it so imposible to b angry at yu?

Kajal: because you practice yoga..and your anger management technique is fantashtic.. .hheheheh

Tan: Click on my name in that comment here... I am getting obsessed with the song now - this is the 4th time in a row!! Listen to it girl...

Tan: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOmJXQ96qo4&feature=related

Ps(Prats): fl... focus u can n shud b angry !! atleast act well

Kajal: hey wonderful song Tan.

Tan: Listen to the song FL... dont get into the video or the singer etc... it meant a lot to me sometime ago.. when I almost told my heart out!! And now, its like a great song!!! Again!!

Kajal: hhahaahahaah Pratsie.. you are so cute.. and the best part is you know it..

FL: i know i should be...but this gal is here today...and i just wanna forget everythng

Kajal: i was always came here.. but never could bring myself to type anything in the chatbox..

Ps(Prats): i tried to wake up leo... but his number is switched off he is neway upset wd me today

FL: look at you...few months yu were away and yu already messed up ur english

FL: yu stole the soul away dear...lounge was never the same again

Kajal: Pratsie..please tell vinu whenever you get to talk to him..that i had to leave..and telling him would have made it very difficult for me..he is the brother i never had..and will always be..

Kajal: i am too overwhlemed with emotions right now to type anything properly FL..and that's a huge thing to say FL..

Kajal: lounge is too big an entity, to special a place for it to lose its soul when someone goes missing..

Ps(Prats): n kajal.. u dare try to flatter me main nahi maanungi !!!

Kajal: lounge is getting back to what it used to be...and i am so damn happy about it..

FL: i wil be coming online every night from now

Kajal: lol.. i know Pratsie.. but i meant it..

Kajal: aweeee how sweet of you FL..

Ps(Prats): i cnt take care of leo like u kajal... he has lost a part of himself

FL: who else is online now? i told everyone at twitter i could that kaj is here

Ps(Prats): he will neway read this all tomorrow,,, he has d pwd fr cbox !

Kajal: i know Pratsie..could you just tell him that Callie will always wish to see him strong, healthy, happy, ever so creative and in high spirits..

Kajal: FL.. you are making me feel really important now.. i just thought i'd quitely drop a 'hi' and leave..and then no one will notice..

FL: no no...everyone wil read it...do yu have any idea how much i have to edit?? oh am loving it

Kajal: FL.. if possible post this entire chat alright..it'd be really kind.. i could never bring myself to actually say anything when i left.. just wanted everyone to know that i miss you all

Ps(Prats): wat r u editing fl ??? dnt u dare cut the comments on YOU

Kajal: yup... Pratsie.. has a point ...lol..

FL: lol...m not editing all that yu silly gal...i have to reverse the lines from bottom to top

Kajal: oops yes.. how dumb of me not to think of that.. too much of work FL..do it only if its possible..

Ps(Prats): he he,,,, okies .... kuch kaam to karega !!

Ps(Prats): oye... tu kab se itni formal ho gai ??? pagali !!

FL: very funny...i wud gladly do it...n mis pratsie...tujhe toh main dekh lunga

Ps(Prats): ya ... maybe nex mnth u might see me FL

Ps(Prats): dnt worry kajal .. FL will do it all right ...

FL: kewlll.....so kaj ki bachhi...hws yu re??

Kajal: hhahahahahha formal nahi..bus aise hi.. koi is bechaari ke liye apna kimti waqt kyu barbaad karega.. sniff sniff.. *gets melodramatic* nahiiiiiiii..

Ps(Prats): drama queen !!!! sudhar ja

Kajal: i am happy.. i am balanced..i am finally on the grounds of reality ..out of dreamworld..

Ps(Prats): too mature !! not my style

Kajal: hahhaahahah drama queen.. old habits die hard

FL: god!! i wish yu replied on the lounge's bday...i even wrote on my post that plssss reply

Tan: Take care... have fun and keep in touch Kajal... BOL!!

Kajal: surely Tan da..

Kajal: which post are you talking about fl?

FL: i wrote sumthn on its bday....wrote in p.s for yu n asbah to visit once

Ps(Prats): hey kaj .. remember u promised to meet me some day ! wen will u fulfil dat ??

Kajal: okies FL.. and it is really sweet of you not to have forgotten us..

Ps(Prats): huh ! who can forget best two ladies of the lounge ??

Kajal: I don't know Pratsie.. i am really not sure..just too much into this thing called 'future'.. if something comes up will let you know somehow.. i will come looking for you here..

Ps(Prats): he he ,,,, and if i come to chennai ???

Kajal: do write a post about your plans of visiting.if i am around i will come knocking..

Ps(Prats): not again u start this "mutual admiration society plz"

FL: include me in

Ps(Prats): seems FL did not listen to wat i said

Ps(Prats): uh uh .. sun liya ...

FL: :P

FL: ok...kaj kaha gayi?

Ps(Prats): oye pinkie ...

Kajal: guys its about to be 4.. i hate to leave now.. i dont know when i'd be able to catch you guys like this ..but eyes are burning..i'd hit the sack now..A GROUP HUG TO Pratsie, FL, Tan da and Sona..

Kajal: and Vinu..i'll never forget you.. pleassssssssseee remember that!!! now smile and bring down that anger just a little bit so that smiling ain't all that difficult...i miss you bhaai !!

FL: hugsie my dear...wil be a vampire from tomoro...in the lounge...if yu r here..better shout out

Kajal: sure will FL.. and i will have tears when you post this chat.. tears of joy.. it seems like ages since i read my name here...'pink orchid' is still alive..is just missing from all the happening dats

Kajal: take care guys..hope to find you here soon.. or should i say hope to find myself here soon.

Ps(Prats): *hugz* n loads of love n wishes swt hrt ...

Ps(Prats): remember once i wrote a poem on u : pink fairy ! .. stay so

Kajal: thanks Pratsie.. hugs!!

FL: gudnyt sweets....may god bless you

Kajal: i will always cherish it girl

Kajal: bless you too sweets..

P.S| She comes to read everyday....hope you catch up with her next time.

God bless you girl, wherever you are

Admins...please keep this post at the top for the remainder of the day

A Meaningless Poem

Hi everyone ! Glad to see the lounge getting back to its usual legacy. This poem is dedicated to everyone and everything that exists. And no! its not the outcome of drugs this time. Love ya all ! :)






















A perfect line without a crimson thought
Takes birth on a void of infinity
And a question mark at the end of the line
Craving for a full stop within every certainty

A perfect name without a name (Picture your name)
Sounds so familiar yet so vague
An abyss of nameless, true silence within
Or is it the loudest voice ever since the beginning?

A perfect light without a speed
Timeless in its instance , but traveling indeed
In a spectrum of neural craftsman illusion
Is this life or just another inherent conclusion?

A perfect radius without a dimension
Cradle to those lost and purity in juxtaposed reasons
Residing inside this soap box of candid perseverance
This parabola is the fundamental difference (Our present tense)

A perfect blackhole without a hole
Hollowness outside , devoid of any soul
Stateless without intuition, absorbing the space
Wondering what lies behind its faceless face

A perfect sanity without collective consciousness
Weaving threads of spiral inter connectedness
Till the sequence becomes incomprehensible to the third eye
Perpetually asking "Are we all just one voice inside all the whys ? "

What happened before the big bang?
How much infinite is really infinity?
What if our entire universe was just inside a grain of sand?
Do these questions depict a profound insanity?

A perfect theory without any evidence
With all its imperfections it still makes sense
That line has a full stop within every name
Behind the blackhole , the light looks the same


P.S : My sincerest thanks to maverick for making me aware of the grammar horror that went unnoticed at my end !

..just few thots..

logo ki bheed main,
kabhi-kabhi tum bhi mil jaate ho..
anjaano se anjaan bankar,
paas se guzar jaate ho..
Suraj ke dhalte hi,
andhere ki tanhai main chip jaate ho..
ghar ke ek kone main,
apne ehsaas ko bhitta dete ho..
subah hote hi andhere ke saath,
usse bhi le jaate ho..
main sochati hu,
mera saath dene aatey ho..
par kya maalum tha,
tum bhi ashiyaane ki talash main aatey ho..
apni tanhaai se bhaagte hue,
mere paas aa jaate ho..
aur bas do pal ki,
khushiyon ki umeed karte ho..
mere suney aagan main,
kuch nahi hai dene ko tume yeh jaante ho..
phir bhi meri bheegi palkon se har raat,
jaane kitne aansoo le jaatein ho..

Don't scare me please

This song is dedicated to a friend in lounge. Real scary experience. Please anyone taking sleeping pills send a group message that you will be asleep for 12 hours because someone out there might fear the worst. That does not mean I promote sleeping pills, they are still bad. stay away from them.



the tensions rise so fast
that you don't know what lasts
everytime a bleak of hope comes
things just don't get their pace
I know so much more how awful it feels
But don't scare me please
I know so much more how bad it is
but don't scare me please

Everytime you feel real low
get up and take the vow
Not today but tomorrow
will be the end to your sorrow
Superstar take a break, let in the fresh air, but don't scare me
Superstar I know your life
is different and fast and weird to some
but don't scare me please

The last time it was pills
they gave me the chills
this time I was aghast
fearing the worst
Ring after ring superstar pick up the phone
shout, cry but don't scare me
Ring after ring superstar
real scary time don't scare me please.

TWL meet -GUJUCITY

Remember, remember the 17th of july
writers,friends and lounge.
I see no reason, why The Writer's Lounge
Should ever be forgot.
Remember, remember, the 17th of july
writers,friends and lounge.
A stick or a stake for celebrations' sake
Will you please to give me a toast
If you can't give me one, I'll take two;
The better for me and the best for you!

The Wl meet- Gujucity was glorious..... :D
it had full attendance of members.

The board had- Total strenth-1
Present -1
Absentees -1

written on the top left corner, just like the school days.... :D

So i woke up around 11 am, thought what should i do and how should i celebrate?
Couldnt do much so went to the seashore and decided to have a solitary celebration. the word solitary celebration again was touchy.... the solitary writer... he wasnt there although mumbai wasnt that far from gujucity...
anyways decided that next time i ll join some of you and we ll have a blast....



Well this pic had no mask on it while it was taken by some intelligent and tech savvy fishermen.
But stepMan has appointed me as his sidekick and since i dont have any super power as of now.. he said its not the time to come out.I am late blommer it seems.He faxed me the appointment letter.

And ste designed this new half costume for me....he's a very able person with photoshop you know.


I made this collage for each and every member and visitor off our lounge. Hope you like it..
there's a drink for almost everyone there.... :D
enjoy the toast....


I ll try my best to meet all the members, you mean a lot to me. I am really thankful to god that i meet you guys when i was feelins really down in my life. Thank you all for lifting my spirits.
Hope oneday we may organise a succesful global meet for TWL.

Well the Orange guys couldnt pronounce "writers lounge" and "belated" please bear with them... they are still learning english...I am sure they would have sung well in Dutch.... :D

....

Tu na itna kush ho aaj,
teri jeet itni aasaan nahi,
maana main khamosh hoon abhi,
par zindagi se hataash nahi..

Jo zakhm tune diye mujhe,
tu na unpar itna garoor kar,
har ek aansoo jo mera gira hai
us ki sazaa ka intezaar kar..

Aaj waqt mere saath nahi
par tera bhi vo gulaam nahi,
aaj khuda naraaz mujhse sahi,
par tere gunaah bhi maaf nahi..

Seeing her everywhere

"How the hell should I know?"

"Just tell man, you think she loves me"

"I think you have gone crazy"

"Crazy in love man, I can't keep my eyes off her"

"Now in whom did you see her, mind you I don't like being compared to any female lookwise"

"No you don't look like her or else I would have kissed you already, but you know that nose of yours is very similiar to hers"

"Get lost crazy son of a bitch"

Letting me go

The soft waves floating up to shore;

Abandoned me for sure.

My mother put me in a basket, and let me go.

She probably didn't want me.

She might have hated me.

I don't know why.

All I know is that I got treated like a fly,

Only swatted away,

Out of the way.

You might recognise the last 3 lines... from a write I did before at the lounge. But they fitted in, so I'm just gonna leave them there :P

Kids..... Ouchh..!!

I banged my foot on the ground thrice "bang .. bang … bang.." as I saw my neighbor, an old lady with her 8 year old grandson at the door. I pulled the latch in ‘action replay’ mode, more so like the way old bollywood couples ran in slow motion before they hugged each other. As I opened the door, a breeze hit me and ‘warning’ alarms went off inside my head. The granny adjusted her glasses and smiled. I observed that I could spot only one of her teeth and that resembled ‘The Leaning Tower of Pisa’. My eyes then shifted to her grandson, who wore blue colored shorts, the size of my hand kerchief. He too had just one tooth visible in the Gandhi class (I mean front row), as he squeezed through between my legs into the house.

“I’m going to the market now. Can I leave Pintu here for a while?” the granny enquired.

She looked like modern Mother Teresa, and that sent a liter of ‘good will’ into my heart, hence I replied- “Go ahead. I will look after Pintu.” After all, normal human beings can commit blunders.

I shut the door and initiated a ‘search operation’ for this boy Pintu. ‘The period of time that Pintu is out of sight’ is directly proportional to ‘Danger’. Could you guess that I love Physics? Good. Anyway, I continued with the ‘search operation’, like a hunter. I rubbed my eyes twice and discovered that Pintu was sitting on my bed, both legs and arms folded. I almost saw Swamy Vivekananda in him, when I discovered something below him. I approached him tardily as if I was there to catch a snake. I stared hard at that thing, and realized it was my laptop. I zoomed my eyes towards it and got further horrified when I noticed his blue colored shorts reflecting a darker shade now. “Oh Lord, this guy has no ‘nappy’ and he has pissed on my ‘lappy’,” I screamed inside my head, not in a mood to adore the poetic skills in me.

It took me an hour for the entire cleaning process to terminate as Pintu sat and watched ‘Cartoon Network’. God bless the founder of cartoons. “Children are like God” I reminded myself and tried to be Mr. Kind as I went into the kitchen to prepare some ‘corn-flakes’ for my dearest Pintu. I heated the milk, put some ‘Kelloggs corn-flakes’ into the bowl and glanced at Jnr. Danger. He was trying his vandalism skills with today’s newspaper, but that was nothing, so I counted 1 to 10 and stirred the mixture. As and when it was ready, I brought the bowl to the hall but couldn’t find my hero. The physics equation resounded with echoes somewhere inside me. I walked slowly into my room, but I was too unlucky, couldn’t find him. A few precious seconds wasted, I then walked slowly into the other room, stood at the entrance and scanned through the room but found no one. There was complete silence; life-threatening silence. Like a flash, as though like in the ghost movies, “bhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…” he screamed and jumped from behind the door to the front of me leaving me terrified and cold. I almost had my foot in my mouth for a second. “hahaha… you got scared..” he vanished into the hall.

I prayed to god, recited a few ‘mantras’ and went to the hall and sat next to him. “Children are like God..” I controlled myself by repeating it again and again as though like a tape-recorder which was out-of-order. In the meanwhile, he came to me, stood over my lap and stared long and hard at my face like a scientist. I returned a few silly expressions. He then came close to me and asked- “Anna (brother), why do you have a moustache?” and tried to pluck it. “Aaaahhhhhh…” I howled, put him over the sofa, stood and shouted at him- “Shut up.” He looked with his eyes opened wide as I went on – “ Fold your hands………. Close your mouth…Don’t open that mouth and don’t move.. Just sit.” I slid next to him, grabbed at the corn-flakes bowl, scooped it with a spoon and held it in front of his mouth. My dearest of dearest Pintu wouldn’t open his mouth (as his master instructed) .. damn… “You can open your mouth to eat..” I said as he did and once I put the spoon in his mouth he wouldn’t close it. I didn’t cry, nor did I pluck the hair out off my head but just stared at the ceiling fan.



Just when I thought I needed a trip to the brain doctor, I saw a goddess glowing away through the window with flowers in her hands, ringing my door bell wanting to introduce me to the staff members up above. No, I just saw Granny. She came in and said with a tooth-exhibiting smile- “ Hope Pintu didn’t trouble you,” and I almost began to search the number to call the brain doctor. I just returned a simple smile. She lifted Pintu, who was now having his corn-flakes on his own. The feeling of subtracting a ton of weight from my heart began as she said to her Pintu- “Say bye to anna..” The intelligent boy dropped the bowl of corn-flakes (which landed and splashed straight on my lap) and waved good-bye to me. Granny apologized and left taking away her thunder-like grandson. I headed to the bathroom for part 2 of the cleaning work. My shorts this time.

Children are fun and lovely, but man- “Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.”

A Night in Taj with Terrorists.

This a post that was posted long time in my blog, and I was inspired to post it here after reading a poem by Rush-me.

The orginal story is there posted in my blog.

Sridhar Manthani was one of the many stuck in the Taj during the terror attack and slept through the night with his cell phone off!

The following is Sridhar Manthani's account of the incident.

I had a meeting next morning at 10am with a visitor from France. Instead of getting up early and going to airport in Bangalore, I decided to go the previous night and stay.
I reached the hotel around 6pm, dropped my bag and wanted to eat some sea food. I asked the concierge for directions and went to Trishna which is about 15min walk in the Fort area.
I came back after dinner again walking back and went to my room around 9pm. This time I was alone in the hotel so did not hang out in the bar for a drink. Also I wanted to watch the cricket match.
I went to the room, watched the match and around 10:30, the TV went blank. Minutes later, I was about to sleep when I get a call from font desk saying there is some disturbance in the lobby and do not come out of the room. The lady was calm and I thought must be some big party going on. I heard some blasts, but I thought it must be some wedding and fire crackers were being burst.
I called back in 10 min to the operator so that I can put a wake up call at 6am, but none picked up. Then I kept calling the receptionist and some lady eventually picked up. I asked for a wake up call and also asked fora Masala chai to be sent at 6:15am. She took the order. I asked about the disturbance. She calmly said, it is almost under control and she will call and let me know once it is fully under control
I heard a few more thuds and ambulances, but I slept off and woke up at 6:30am. I was cursing the front desk for not waking me up and also the room service for the masala chai. I said to myself - even in Taj how can they do this. I now feel foolish for thinking that.
I wanted to go down but before that I called and wanted to ask how come they missed my wake-up call and room service. None picked up the phone. I generally wanted to go down for a morning walk for half hour but luckily I turned on my cell phone. Within minutes my Admin. called me and warned me and said my wife was very worried. They watched on TV and there was no way to contact me all night.
I called my family and parents and said I was safe. Still I did not know the gravity of the situation. I used my blackberry to get onto news and it said 40 dead in Taj. Then everyone asked me to stay put in the room. I called a police DGP friend of mine and he said he will put my name on the VIP manifest but told me that everyone in Taj is on the list anyway.
I smelt smoke and turned of all lights and drew the curtains and I was a bit agitated initially but I became fatalistic and then was quite calm and joking with my wife and friend continuously on the SMS. They were updating me but underplaying it.
I heard thuds and gun shots, but I stayed put. I raided the minibar for water and nuts and for once they wont charge exorbitantly for the stuff in it!
At 2pm the NSG commandos were creating huge noises in the corridor. I thought they may be terrorists but I saw thru the peep hole and saw 5-6 guys with guns all dressed the same way (black dress fully armed). When they asked anyone in the room I opened the door. They had my hands up and frisked me and checked my ID and two batches of people asked questions. They asked me to speak in hindi. Then they asked me to speak in English. They were very fluent in English and they asked what I do etc. Then they asked me to be in a group of 5 others (all foreigners from that floor). We were escorted down the fire exit stairs 8 floors. They were extremely cautious checking each hallway and stair well going ahead of us and saying all clear. It took 15 min to get down. When we came to 2nd floor and down, we saw blood and gore all over, high heeled shoes etc. bodies dragged thru blood all over the floor. Even the lobby was like a war zone. That is when it hit me and it is hard to recover from the scene.They put us in an ambulance with red cross and Mumbai police and took us to police station. They debriefed us took all details and Taj wanted to put us up in other hotels, but I got to the airport and took 6pm flight back to Bangalore
My family was shaken more than I imagined because they were seeing TV.

All is well that ends well.
Surely an heart warming tale, isn't it?

Hey Honey this is Tanya here!!!

**This is a work of fiction based purely on the Writers Imagination.

Umm!!! The word Tanya reminds me of the gorgeous chick who studied with us during our Junior college days at Shrirams.She was not a superstar, not even a supergirl,but she had a big fan club. Just imagine normal girls like her have fan clubs then what will happen to filmstars in future.We could concieve her as the next Miss World during those times.She was the heartthrob of almost everyone.I still remember Kishore running behind her like mad on the Valentines day. He was our senior.Our Student Counsellor,General Secretary,Prefect and every one was on the queue.

"Yaar,Apna number kabh aayega," Krystofaar,my room mate used to ask me. I still have vivid memories of Krystofaar chasing Tanya when she was tramping alone at Chandi Chowk. Tanya was unaware of Krystofaar chasing her since long. Perhaps she had never seen him in our class as she was amongst the 'out'standing student and even I was a part of this great fame league.This was how I befriended Tanya.On the other hand Krystofaar used to attend all lectures. That night when the street seemed to be isolated from normal crowded region of Delhi, Krystofaar was chasing Tanya. Finally after few hours they paused.They both were panting heavily.
"Hangon dude!why the fuck are you chasing me?," She asked him with a cruel look on her face.

"Please for god sake don't use the F word again,it is bad," Krystofaar replied.
"Whatever?," she was losing her temper.
"Actually I wanted to say that you look beautiful today !,"He added.
"Who are you silly?you ratface,"She said .
"Ratface," he winked at her.
"Ok fine dude,thanks ,shall we go for a coffee,"She said to him.
"Hainnn!!! Coffee, Hanjii," He said.
Soon they both left for CCD.Little they knew that some one was following them from sidelines and the spy was none other than me.

I'd seen entered the coffee shop like Agent Bond as if Tanya's dad had asked me to follow her activity.After watching both of them it was for the first time I noticed that Krystofaar could actually blush.

"Damn! Sala" I said.
Finally the waiter arrived with the bill.Tanya was a typical 21st century girl who relied on the guys to pay her bills.Our college student chairman Rishi was paying her phone bills for few months which was replaced by Nishikanth,our GS. Our principal's son was taking care of her make up and other accessories.
Krystofaar never had the habit of carrying Wallets.
"165 Rs Madam," the waiter said.
"Can't you see,Sir will pay," She pointed towards Krystofaar.
Krystofaar pretended as if he was carrying his wallet and he forgot.So he asked Tanya to pay the bill.
"Damn!Ratface,"She was vexed.
"Waiter jiii please can you wait for few minutes till I get my money," He said to the waiter.
"Chalo tum dono Bhartan gisso abh!," the waiter replied.

"Bhartan and me,my foot,"Tanya said.
It was then the time for me to exhibit my hero giri.I entered the scene like a superhero.
"Hey Tanya," I said.
"Hi Shravan," she replied.
"What are you doing with Krystofaar?," I curiously asked her.
"Well you know this Ratface?," she said.
"Yup he is from our class,didn't you know?," I asked her.
Krystofaar was feeling sheepish for his behaviour.

Finally the problem was solved as I settled the bill amount.
Krystofaar ,me and Tanya went on to become good friends during the course of our junior college days. I had a strong intuition that Krystofaar had a crush on her.Krystofaar and me went on to crack IITentrance and we both studied in the same class once again. Tanya was doing her BMS from some reputed institution. We never had Tanya's new phone number . It was after 4 years that I again decided to play a prank on Krystofaar.Few days ago,I actually came across a TV commercial Ad where few girls ask the viewers to call them. The devil in my mind started working. I noted the number on my mobile phone and saved it. It was 09987333333.
I tried to call her for fun.
"Hey honey this is Tanya here, how are you sexy ?," the person said.
I soon realized that it was a computer recorded message and the name 'TANYA' once again tickled my brain.
I asked Krystofaar to call her saying that it was Tanya's new number.
Soon outright he dialled the number without any second thought.
"Hey honey this is Tanya here, how are you sexy ?," the person said.
"Tell her that you love her ," I said.
"Hi Tanya, I love you so much," Krystofaar said.
"What will you do if I say I am feeling cold?," the voice said.
"Will you give me a hug or not?," it said.
"Yes,I will hug you and even kiss you," Krystofaar grinned.
I could not control my laughter.
"Press 1 if you say yes or press 2 for no,"she said.
"yaar seems she is playing number games with me," he blushed.
"Hey sweety,I will give you morning call tommorow, chillax!," and the phone got cut.
Krystofaar was overwhelmed and excited. Every day he used to get up early because of the computer generated Tanya.
Poor Krystofaar never knew that it was a recored voice.
Later on when he came to know this,he got vexed.
He never spoke to us for few weeks until some one actually came to meet him.
"Hey Ratface! won't you talk to me,"some girl said.
Krystofaar thought that it was me who was impersonating Tanya.
Later on it was Tanya who was in the city for vacations.It was me who asked her to meet our cute champu.
"Oh Ratface!!," she said again.
"Oh my god! Tanya," Krystofaar came running towards her like the 1970's Indian hero.
Krystofaar confessed his love to Tanya.Tanya accepted it happily and Krystofaar was allset to become her 75th boyfriend. Any idea who was her 5th boyfriend!!:P

26/11..Mumbai attacks..!

Makes me wonder and ponder,
Is this is what we were meant to be,,
I hear the rolling thunder,
Like a message for the blunders..

He was back in black.
A smooth operator,
The devastator..!
Packed with screaming shoulder,
And instead of a heart ,it was a boulder..
Forced and thoughtful crimes,
Mindless in the freak time..

All we need right now is a hero called LOVE..!!!

Self composed.

( Inspired from the lines :“ ..if they could love like you and me..Imagine what the world would be”..
Song coutesy : ‘If everyone cared ‘ by Nickleback)

May fly or butterfly?

Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate...

She went about her daily work, crossing her arms at her abdomen, closing herself off. The phone rang and it was him. He was sweet and fun. But why was he calling everyday. She had to tell him off. She couldn't afford all this. The last burn was bad enough so she told him that daily calls made her uncomfortable. Can I call you once in two days then he quipped. Smiling reluctantly she let it go at that.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.


Work was her salvation. She buried herself in pursuit of excellence. After all no one could ever ever take that away from her. That would remain with her. It was tangible. It wasn't like people and emotions. But these days she found herself wondering about him. She wondered if she could take a chance once and see where it takes her. What if she did enjoy the ride? Then again what if she got hurt? No, no, let her stay the way she was.

Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.

She was humming Simon and Garfunkel again. Story of her life. She had forced herself in a confinement, feeling nothing. It was all closed up yes, but it was safe. And some of the people who led her to this shell did it because they want to protect her isn't it? She owed it to them, so she should respect their wishes and stay on in the cocoon. But his voice kept calling her. And despite everything she was going to meet him today. She told herself it was just curiosity.

The meeting went well. She didn't remember the last time she had laughed and teased so much. She felt young again, really her age, not like the wisened self she usually maintained. She met him again and again. Don't talk of love....

But she couldn't help it. He was slowly easing her out of the cocoon. She had managed to crawl out of it like a caterpillar. It didn't hurt. But what if it hurt later? What about those protectors of hers? Was she betraying them? She didn't know. But somehow getting out didn't feel wrong. Fly my baby, he said. Don't cross your arms against the world. Open up and let me in. I want to be within that circle of your arms too. Yes, she wanted that too.

She didn't know how her protectors would feel. She tried telling them she wanted to try flying. But they didn't seem to understand. What if you end up as a May fly and not a butterfly they said. She feared that too. What if she hurt him with her frenzied flight or by retreating? She didn't know the answer to that too. All she knew was that she wanted to try flying. Maybe she would be a May fly but atleast she would know what it is to fly. She wouldn't die wondering how it would be. Even if for a brief bit, she would feel the wind beneath her wings and he would help her find whatever piece of sky was meant for her. Together they would find love and hope, even if it wasn't meant forever. They would atleast have had it truly for once. For that one moment of true love, she will take the chance. Never mind how it ends. All that matters is the beauty of the journey isn't it?

ये क्या हो गया?

ये क्या हो गया?
कैसे कोई दिल में उतर आगया?
न हम तुम्हे जाने
न तुम्हे पहचाने
मगर फिरभी आगई हो तुम
मेंरे ख्वाबो के राहों में...

ये तुमने क्या किया?
कैसे मुझसे यूँ बातें करने लगी?
न हम तुम्हे जाने
न तुम्हे पहचाने
मगर गूंजे कानो में मेरे
हर वो बात जो तुमने कहा ...

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Transliteration:

ye kya ho gaya?
kaise koi dil me utar aa gaya?
na hum tumhe jaane
na tumhe pehchane
magar phirbhi aagayi ho tum
mere khwabo ke raho me...

ye tumne kya kiya?
kaise mujhse yun baatein karne lagi?
na hum tumhe jaane
na tumhe pehchane
magar gunje kano me mere
har wo baat jo tune kaha...

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Smile and Hell

Super power

Miles it can spread

It's really not hard!

Liven up someone's day or maybe

Even everyone's day!

Here's a smile from me to you!

Cause there's a lot of haikus today here, let me attempt to do one:

Release me from this

I'm living hell on this Earth

Please try and save me

Hey guys... might be my last post for a while. I'll try and post before Monday if I can, but if I cannot, for the month I'm in India, check out my blog roshwrites if you wish to read some of my posts.

I will schedule posts on my blog.

Bye and I'll catch up with you soon!

Special day

Might sound shameless but its my bday on 23rd july..you can send in your wishes on http://lifebeyondobvious.blogspot.com/

Acrostic after a long time! :)

Protective about each other
Ever playing pranks
Never will they part their ways
God knows why they met so late
Unleashing their secrets
In no time
Now inseparable they are

Glowing is their friendship
Radiance personified
A thought for a second
Smiles are back on the lips
Sadness fades away
Heaven smiles at them
Oh, it feels so great
Praying that the saga continues
Praying that it gets better
Ever if you need me grasshopper
Rest assured you be, I AM HERE!

IMAGE COURTESY

Autobiography of a 13 yr old

Hello everyone. I am Riya and I am 19 years old virtually and 13 as per my birth certificate.Well don't get confused between 13 and 19.Being 13 is like curse.Just remember that we are the next big thing on earth.We have entered our teenage and yup we are unstoppable. Well,now I'm going to write about the difficulties that people of my age face. Let me write two separate parts .One of them will be the difficulties faced in real world and the other one in Virtual world.Bohoooo!!! don't think that I am stupid.After reading this if you call me a kid ,bachhuu ,or baby ,then I will break your head into two equal halves.Well yup you can call me baby in other sense *blushes * but not the one referring to age. Bohooo!!!!Lets shoot!! Where is the gun :P

Real World.
Other day Momma was doing some important office work and I soon grabbed this opportunity to watch my favourite shinchan.Damn! how cute and naughty Shinchan is.I love this naughty guy.I ran towards the drawing room to check if no one was watching TV. Damn!My brother was watching highlights of India-Australia World cup match."I want to watch Sinchan,bhai let me see naa," I requested.
"Bhaiyya please," I cried.
He did not budge nor spoke a word.
"Abhey motte,dinosaur ke miniature form," I got angry and ran away.
I ran towards my room and started studying once again.

My brother has been a big problem for me.Wait till I get to know his girlfriends name.
The other day I impersonated him and spoke to his girlfriend.Her voice was cute,but Riya doesn't gives a damn about it.I even kissed her on phone.The other day my brother came to know about this.He started his dialogues.
"Hey Ullu,Saaand,Rhinosauras ki bachhi," and was going on.
Even Mumma feels brother deserves the best and thinks that I am dumb.My parents love
that Mottu and not me. You know some great baba said that it is difficult to think and behave like a 13 yr old.Ask a 30 yr old man to behave like a 13 yr old.Bohoo!!I can do it as I'm 13 hahaha.Not funny!!!Haa!.
Papa brings just 1 cadbury chocolates for me.He says that since I'm a kid I could get germs and cavities on my teeth.

Virtual World.
Most of the time my fat and stout brother would be watching highlights of cricket matches that were played few decades ago.Such a loser my brother is.My brother doesn't allows me to use the PC.Few times when he is out I could use the computer.But I have to take care that no one is watching me.Let me share my first experience in a yahoo chatroom.It was 2 years ago that I was studying in class 5th and my dad got us an internet connection.No one was at home.I soon made a yahoo and gmail id which were same.It was emma.hudson11. I logged into Yahoo Messenger using this id.As soon as I entered one of the chatrooms,I was scared.My PC was flooded with instant messages.I didn't knew what to do.I was afraid and was aware of the consequences.I was closing the instant chats one by one. Those guys were asking for asl's and many things.
ashiq:hey sexy emma.
emma.hudson11: hi!
ashiq: asl pls
emma.hudson11:what??

I never knew meaning of asl.I soon called my best friend who knew a to z of internet and chats.She told me that asl stands for age,sex and location.

emma.hudson11: 11 female Delhi.
ashiq: oh bachhi!! haha go to school kid.
emma.hudson11: hey don't call me kid.
ashiq: Bye.

I was angry on ashiq.From that day itself I changed my so called asl to 19f Mumbai.I live in delhi and since then I am 19 for all the virtual guys.This will continue till I actually celebrate my 19th birthday.Recently Less Mango ,one of my close friend in virtual world invited me to a group chat with his friends Tee,Notfreedancer and Bijay in gmail.I liked chatting to them.But thing is that at the end of the chat people know my real age.Then they all would tease me by calling me kid ,baby,bachhi and so on.Notfreedancer called me a kid and I got vexed. "The goats young one is called Kid," I used to say.

Uh Huh!!I'm very upset and said.Virtual guys search for girls of their age and what will happen to people like me. God!I forgot to write my Maths homework.My teacher will kick me out the class.Let me write it beforehand or else I'm dead.

LOVE AND THE CHALUKYA EXPRESS..!!

The palm trees pass by,
And I think of you…
The breeze sweeps through my hair,
Just like the way your fingers run through them,
The wet red mud reminds me of your breath,
Like the fresh scent of sun kissed asphalt.
My loose clothing clings to my body,
Like the tenderness of your skin against mine.
The train sways in a perfect motion,
The way it is when we waltzed in the rain,
In each others embrace,..
The smell of the country side,
Reminds me of the smell of your skin..

Wish you were here,
Wish I was there,
Wish we could go atop that hill ,
And fall in love over and over again…!

(this was somthing i penned down while traveling back, on a train from Mumbai to Bangalore..n the Chalukya express)

CONVERSATIONS...The other side!

'Promise you won't go'
'I promise'
'Love you'
'Lots?'
'Hmm'

Why do I hear those lines even today… after you have left me stranded.

Would you never come back and ask me the same thing again?

Can you hear it? I can…
'Love you'

'Lots?'

'Hmm'

Come back to me… will you? Please? Will you?

P.S.: Just tried to write a sad sequel to Freelancer's post. Am sorry FL if it has not come out well.

..love..

Titanic of my heart,
Sank in the ocean of your eyes
Stumps of my life,
Flung on the pitch of your hands
Tune of my notes,
danced on the voilen of your lips
War of my emotions,
started on the blast of glance
Movie of my story,
released in the theater of your arms
Castle of my dreams ,
shattered with the blow of your tears
Alas!Fire of my love,
burnt the soul of your heart

Describing love

For a potential love mate :)

Aur ise kahte he dil ko samjhna
Bina ek lafz kahe dil kp padhna
dil ki gahraiyo me chupe bhavnao ko samjhna
man ke atah samandar me

hilore leti kalpanayo ko aakar dena
ise kahte he pyar,
ek sundar si abhivyakti,
ek sukhad anubhuti,

ek kashish,
ek kavi ki sundar kavita,
ek bhagwan ka diya hua aashirwaad
aur aakash se barsa hua ek anmol ahsas
jo man ko jhankrat kar deta he.......

Asman me udte parindo
ko peeche chodne ki chah
Jal me tairati(swimming) machli
ki tarah aazad hone ka ahsas
Yeh pyar he, yeh pyar he

Love for you :)

The tunes of love..

To the love of my life...

A n a N y A




A guitar in one hand ,a book in other..
A joke on my lips as i move furthur..

Am i your prince charming..?
Am i your man..?
Don't say 'No'..
Becauce i know i am..

I want you to be close,
I want you to be near..
Just hold me tight,
and there'll be no fear..

If you feel alone,
Listen to me,just hold my hand..
Your loneliness will go away..
It'll start slipping like sand..

Whenever you miss me,
See me as you close you eyes..
You'll feel me all around,
As you look at the skies..

I know you love music,
You love the beat..
I'll tell it in your way,
I promise i'll not cheat..

"When you love a song,
You just go into the flow..
You ignore the darkness,
You just look at the glow.."

We may have a dark day,
We may have a dark time..
Groove in to the music of love,
It'll sound like a elegant wind chime..

For i love you the most,
You still make my heart skip a beat..
The tunes of love will flow through my heart,
Always making a new lovely musical feat..

Will love you always sweetheart...!!

I love you..!!

Conversations

'Hon?'

'Hmmmm'

'Sleeping?'

'You woke up?'

'Yep! A lot early.'

'Why didn't you wake me up then?'

'I tried ringing you sweetheart. You didn't pick up.'

'Truly sorry darling. Didn't hear it ringing. Still feeling very sleepy honey.'

'Wanna hear a lullaby, my sweetest honeybuns?'

'Promise you won't go'

'I promise'

'Love you'

'Lots?'

'Hmm'

P.S| its a work of fiction...and not a poetry...though i tried to combine both forms

Live !

As requested by Abhri, here is my try to translate his lines to a haiku -

live to the fullest
so says the time,moving on,
no rewind allowed!

BIRTH...!!!

From under the ground
The sapling will rise one day
With her roots defined

Mumbai Times Exclusive Interview with Sandeep Balan

# Mumbai Times contacted Sandeep Balan for a tete-a-tete seesion. They wanted to interview him and share some insights on what went behind the creation of this masterpiece and his thoughts on his fellow bloggers. Little did they know of what lay ahead ;-P. Read on!!

Reporter: Hi Sir. This is Sachin from Mumbai Times.
Sandeep: Hello Sachin. Call me Sandy or Balu.
Reporter: Sandeep! Everything fine
Sandeep: I am not able to give time for my baby.

Reporter: Congragulations sir .How is your baby?
Sandeep: Do I look that old. Man ,I 'm just 26 and a smart bachelor ..

Reporter: Oh! sorry sir.Tell me more about your fellow loungers
Sandeep: You must be knowing Aarthi naa ..

Reporter: Oh yeah the girl who married Virendra Sehwag.
Sandeep: Damn! Artz ki shaadi Virendra Sehwag se hui hai ...i didn't knew it..Aarthi ki bachhi you used call me big brother naa..... ..

Reporter: Tell me about some other member,yeah Arjun.
Sandeep: Arjun is a comedian in our league.

Reporter: Arjun Rampal is a hero naa...
Sandeep: Reporter ke bachhe.I'm talking about Arjun ,the blogger.

*Sandeep tries to play a prank on the reporter*
Sandeep: you must be knowing Pratibha
Reporter: Yes She is the first lady of our country.

Sandeep: Abhey Pratibha Patil nahi Pratibha sofat
Reporter: Sorry sir,now I get it.She writes good poems naaa..

Reporter: Tell me more about your brother and co founder Ste .
Sandeep: Ste is a genius and I admire him since my childhood.I actually adore his humbleness and modesty.He recently came to India and met me in my office.

Reporter: Excuse me! Ste is an Indian and he lives in India.
Sandeep: Oh aren't you talking of Ste aka Steve Waugh.You see I address Steve Waugh as Ste.He came to my office recently . ...wonderful person he is.

Reporter: Thank you sir,I need to leave.Ste was one such guy and now you are double of him.... you braggers.
Sandeep: Hey!don't you want to know about my girlfriend

Reporter: Now who is that poor soul.
Sandeep: Its Emma!! she is the one whom I love

Reporter: The same Emma who sells flowers and candles outside Mahim Church naa....
Sandeep: No stupid!Its Emma Watson,my girlfriend

*The Reporter packs his bags and runs away*

Tears

some rains never leave
lurking behind the closed eyes
pain revisited

Learn about Haiku here

THE TANGENT..!!

The tangent of your love touches me deep,
Cris crossing along my shadow,
I ran all the way up to you,
yet somehow i don't seem to have moved.

Hello everybody! My name is Rashmi and I hail from Bangalore. I am an avid reader and writer my self. I basically write poems and articles that touch me deep down. And lately I am trying my hand at 4 liner poems. Hope to keep you all well entertained with my bit.
Thank you..!

Him, The Monsoon and an Haiku...

Him, The Monsoon and an Haiku - Arv

Drops of water fell
like those first rains of monsoon

his life falls again

Note: After the conversation with Ilashree and some further research on syllable sites, I had updated the last line: 'turns blue' replaced with 'falls'. Thanks Ilashree :)

WL Meet-up - Chennai's Day Out

This it folks....the day we were waiting for....

We waited, we sweated....and then we met....

Chennai Meet has officially begun

The destination was Pizza Hut....nice place...nice chicks around...food had to be great..its pizza's for lord's sake :P

Kingsley was the first one there...standing dumbfounded....guess he searched inside for us....hope he didnt gt hold of some other gal thinking her to be aarthi :P

lols...so when we reached, john was already there...i was meeting him for the first time.....he's pleasant company...talks way too less and very much matured.

Jeez am J

okays we went in and chatted...the waiter was eyeing us with suspicion....hehe...and we kept on chatting. Aarthi and Kings started in Tamil and everything went over my head...i could only mumble ser seri from time to time. Gulshan rang up...said she was on her way!! she found an auto but had to run after it :P

She arrived bout 20 mins later...all in pink and yay!! we were 4 of us then.....

We chatted about ourselves.....i dun wanna get into details...but yes people...it was fun....we had a rollicking time....thoorika arrived late after we finished our pizza's hehe...

Over to Gulshan

I never knew apart from writers it will introduce me to some great friends too…when I came to know via Stephen that he has met a few writer’s from Lounge, I used to wonder if I will ever be able to meet anyone of them…coz the only guy I knew from Chennai in Lounge was Kings and till then we were as good as strangers….but finally Her Highness (Artz..she looks like one) descended from heaven, read Delhi (bad comparison :D) to earth, read Chennai….met her Prince Charming (FL…he is doesn look like though :P) and decided to meet some poor mortals like us….lol….

To cut the story short….it was WL’s first anniversary and some brilliant person(i-don’t-know-who) decided to keep a meet in Chennai…yes u read it right..here..in Chennai..the one in Tamil Nadu..Gosh I was so excited so happy and so down in fever ….my mom said no..even before I told her Sunday’s program..she made sure that I am on my bed, in my room, at the most if I can go anywhere it was within the four walls of my home ….poor me…but then I decided in the morning itself…I have to go..so I jumped out of bed, hopped and played around, fought with my brother and mom finally irritated..shooed me out from home :D :D

I was late but was finally there….after a lot of hungama of course..the place was new for all of us..so everyone was confused ….FL ko pakdo :P….but when I met them it was awesome…superb…too good…I don’t have words to describe…not even for a second I felt that I was meeting some new people…it was like as if we knew each other….we started with introduction and some leg pulling and reminders to FL that he wasn’t on date :P….then Kings ordered…oh I forgot to tell that we were in PizzaHut …which poor people had to select coz of me …because I said no to Mocha…sorry guys :(….

Kings was a calm and composed person of course the most mature and the “Gentlemen” type of guy…he was just as what I imagined him through his blog writings :)..felt great to meet him…

Artz was a great friend…a charming personality…she is literature graduate and handling some Building stuff business….wow..how do you even link it dear…anyways was fun all the time…cracking jokes and hi5’ing all the time….she was the second most mature person…above all I was wondering how she was juggling all the work and these frequent meetings at the same time..She was kind of a lost friend found :)

Freelancer a.k.a Mridu was really irritated because of me...he was even going to throw me out of the auto : ( heartless :D :D ….i kept pulling his leg all the time... and he kept cursing me because I didn’t leave him alone with Artz even on way :D :D…on a serious note…he was a great guy..fun to be with…think we can be great friends…and yeah..he is last in the list of maturity :P :P lol

Thoorika..she was late…very late…atleast she made me feel that I am not the only late lateef :P…she was kind of silent but smart….calm and composed ..her signature words being “Khalo” and “chalo” :D :D….I don’t think I heard anything else from her mouth whole day long…nice girl though..she dint step in water but as it was supposed to be…we got drenched way back home :D :D

Arv was supposed join us..but couldn’t because of his some commitments…anyways hoping to see him next time :) We spoke to Prats, Ste and other Bangalore people also :) They too met and it seems and enjoyed a lot :)

After PizzaHut it was beach..Kings couldn’t join us…but then we four were there…had fun….I made them all walk miles for Arun’s Icecream..hehehe..hope they aren’t cursing me….I was supposed to leave back at 3.30 or max by four…but then I didn’t wanted to leave and by the time we parted it was already 6.30….we all decided to meet next weekend for movie..Bidding goodbye to FL and Artz me and Thoorika left for home..and thus ended the tiring and happy day :)

I was sure of catching fever..but wow I was able to go to office today and write this post :)..i think happiness took over tiredness and fever was shown way to home :D :D I am too excited to meet these people and all of them again this coming weekend…hope it ll be even more fun and we ll bond even better :)

Love you loads guys…thanks for bearing me throughout the day :)

Heena

over to artz--

On Sunday, we experienced what we have always talked about – TWL is a family. Since you know about almost everything after reading Heena, I would just sum it up in a few words.

It is always good when you meet the one whom you know in this virtual world. Few months back I got a chance to meet Sandeep, my big bro! J

This Sunday I woke up wit a lot of excitement. I was going to meet some more members of my virtual family – Kings, Heena, Fl, Thoorz, Arv…

Sadly, Arv could not make it because of other commitments he had. Me, FL, Kings, Thoorz and Heena kept chatting… not even for a second did we realize that we were meeting for the first time. It seemed as if we knew each other since years.

Now I would just want to say a few things to all of you whom I met –

Heena - You rock! I just could not believe that you are just 19!! Your sense of humour just amazes me all the time! J You have an intense persona… very matured and I just loved your company. It was great meeting you and I hope our bond grows real strong!

Kings – Start talking da! I mean… he looks really matured, very focused sort of a person. Thank you for bearing with us throughout the Pizza Hut torture sessions. Lolz!

Thoorika – She has that killing cute smile on her face. She is so polite, so quiet… There is that warmth you feel around this girl. I just love your ‘KHAO’ and ‘CHALO’. The next time we meet I should see you TALKING!!

FL – Do I really have to say anything about you? Don’t you guys know it all? He is a jester, a sweetheart, a wonderful human being with a heart of gold. You rock!

The awesome beach time we enjoyed will be cherished by me always. Thanks to you Mr.Freelancer! :P

Thank you all for making it to the TWL Chennai meet. The feeling that you all have left me with can’t be described… it was wonderful. I love you guys…you are just fantastic

FL speak-

okays...me back again....John had to leave soon....pity arun, arv and dr.kumar coudn't make it. They would have loved the beach...Someone teach heena how to sit in an auto...she keeps falling off. We went to the beach and did some rifle shooting...i was showing off my nearly impossible to learn tricks :P

It was a day to remember.....a day where john nearly turned into a waiter, a day where aarthi nearly became smart....a day when thoorika nearly became Valentino Rossi...a day when Heena nearly became the next P.T Usha after showing off her sprinting skills behind an auto...and a day when i nearly revealed my true identity as BOND :P

Mostly it was a day of the Lounge....a lounge that sprung back to life.....rose like a phoenix from the ashes and now turned into a peacock...

huh? i am going bonkers i guess...too much beach water in my head

IT WAS A DAY WHEN THE LOUNGE WENT BEYOND THE INTERNET

We READ, We WRITE, We definitely LOUNGE

P.S| couldn't get John's and Thoorika's views today....don't mind folks...they would post it in their behalf soon. Moreover Sunday we are going for a movie :P

Kingsley and Gulshan

kings and FL

Gulshan and Artz

Thoorika, Artz and Gulshan

FL and Artz :P

Fight for love

The sky feels like it's falling

Falling on my head

Head feels so confused

Confused about love

Love which is special

Special like the Earth

The love that I'm experiencing

Experiencing with pain

Pain that just keep building up

Up so high that it's touching the sky

Why do you hurt me so badly

Badly that I feel like leaving

Leaving you and myself and your other love

Love her more than you love me

**Fiction**

I write @ roshwrites

WL meet - Bangalore..!! Photos tagged

(Sry guys, had posted this in a hurry yesterday. Have tagged the photos now, so that you can recognize who's who. )


Over To Prats -

After numerous calls and messages sat night, finally the meet was decided for Sunday 3pm. Oh I was already supposed to be bit late but i was very late ( I reached 4:45pm ! and i had attended so many messages and calls by that time) As soon as i entered the area, i saw Arjun, Hashan, Tan and his wife engrossed in talking. Did i say area ? yes I did .. coz we met at "Coffee world" which is neither a closed place nor an open area. Its the centre of a mall so sort of open area !

I was meeting Tan for the first time but it wasn't difficult to recognise him anytime you meet.So we got started with the orders and talked of the lounge, the loungers and so on to Tan's wife. She looked really happy to be there and was the most welcome guest at least for me ( I was afraid i would have to bear all "Guy's talks" otherwise ;) ) We talked of the loungers who could not come to the meet - Leo's dad wasnt well yesterday , Vasudha could not be contacted and Bard , we talked of our weekend - how it went till we met, what each is busy doing generally .. and so on .. We meanwhile talked to few loungers from Chennai too - I remember talking to FL, Artz, Thoorika (yes gal.. i heard ur hello myself) and Gul ( will buzz u soon dear ) !

Half an hour later, Abhri joined us. Time was not just 5:30pm .. it was suddenly so alive .. Tan's friends came to pick him up, Meena joined us, and so we were suddenly a party of 9 people ! Abhri was in a real jolly mood as he dared to give me a new nickname - "The Boss" ( waiting to meet you again and kick you ).. It was really good to be amidst so much talking and laughing.. After Tan left, we sat and laughed a bit more while Abhri made me the target of his comments and meena supporting ! Arjuna nd Hashan wre obviously enjoying the laughs ( next timw it will be you both on the hot seat i promise :P )

Abhri too left by 6 since he was being a good host to his brother. And that left me, meena, Arjun and Hashan at the same place. The real torture of the guys started then as me and meena talked non stop of movies, books, writes and all. Tan returned to just say goodbye again. We discussed about a lot of loungers - Ste, Asbah, Insiya, Illashree, Arun (yes we talked of your fictions), Maverick, Hashan's fibs, Arjun's funny posts, Vasudha, Pri, Mona and so many of you ! And we talked of blogging - why , how, when, the addiction, the pleasure, its meaning to us.. phew !! By 8pm i was so much tired though i did not want the day to end ! But finally we parted in another 15 min - with biig smiles on our faces !

Hope we all meet again very soon ! And i wanna meet vasudha this time fr sure ! ( Take it as order from "the Boss" and please paln something again soon )

Ok! here i end my journal .. over to Arjun to tell anything i missed !
Thanks to everyone who came even for half hour ..
Love ya all
*Group Hug* !

Heya all, It's me Arjun now.

I guess Prats said it all. By the end of the day I sat wondering- Usually a friendship starts with a hand-shake, introduction, moves onto a conversation, understanding of each other, finally ending up being best of friends. It was kind of funny yesterday in a way that the process was quite the opposite. We bloggers, we blog our hearts out that we know each other so well even before that first "hand-shake". Amazing isn't it.

Anyway, just wanna say it was lovely meeting all you guys-
Tan and Maitri. It was really wonderful to have met the bubbly, adorable couple you are. :)

Prats - as usual.. talks, talks and talks. A perfect partner for keen listeners like me and hashan :P

Meena- You were a surprise and such a pleasant one at that. Loved your talks and company throughout. :)

Hashan- Enjoyed your company man. You are cool. :)We must catch up on a few non sci-fi movies this time. ;) ryt na ?? ;)

Abhri - You, we learned that are a very silent person and you talked the most yesterday. Yeah, the boss said it. ;) .. We call her 'Teacher'. ;)

And then we had a few visitors- Tan's friends- Premangshu and Kumardeep (Guitarists). Enjoyed your company too guys.

Hope we keep doing this more frequently for we want sundays to be just this way. Loved meeting u all once again. Here are a few pics. Enjoy!



Hashan, Myself (Arjun) and Tan.




WL couple :) - Maitri and Tan.




Any guesses?? ;)





3 different expressions. I decided to be the joker.




Meena with a cute kid.




Abhri (h), Tan, Hashan, Arjun, Maitri, Prats, Meena, Premangshu (Tan's friend- a guitarist)

Kuch aansoo

kuch toote dil ke tukde hain,
kuch kho gaye, kuch choor hue,
kuch haathon me chubhte hain,
kuch mere khoon se lal hue.

kuch aansoo hain palko par,
kuch tasveer ko dhundhlaate hue,
kuch aansoo hain hothon par,
kuch bhi kehne se sharmaate hue.

kuch baatein hain gehri si,
kisi parchayee si lagti hain,
kuch yaadein hain thehri si,
khushi ke grahan si lagti hai.

kuch toote dil ke tukde hain,
na choot te hain, na judte hain,
kuch aansoo hain palko par,
har pal aankhon se girte hain..

ps : Sorry to Arun ,, I know you dnt understand hindi .. I will soon try to translate it ...

Better late than never....!!

A belated happy b'day to my dearest lounge!! Sowwie for being so late, was stuck up without internet access... So our lounge is a year old... Wow, never realised how fast time went by... !! I feel sad that I couldn't always be around to see it grow and flourish... but all the same it's a lovely feeling to be here... with all you beautiful people... and to know that our baby's still there and it's growing each day and bubbling with life and energy!! And may be I can't always make it here... but this place is really special to me... and so is each one of you for making it what it is... !!! So that's that I guess... hope to be back soon...when life becomes less busy... till then.... keep reading, writing and lounging... and keep smiling ..!!!! And yes, Neha is keeping really busy ... and she told me to wish you all on her behalf... and give everyone her love... So belated happy b'day lounge, once again... from Neha... !!!!

Chennai, Me, Mocha, Him and the dream is about to end...

It all began on 10th July...

I was very sure that I will be meeting this guy whom I so fondly call 'Grasshopper'... i was dead sure of that. Grasshopper promised his penguin on 9th of July, that he will be coming to the railway station to receive her... at least to welcome her! Somehow, Grashopper does not know that Penguin really knows him in and out... she knew it he would not be able to make it.

The train finally halted at the Chennai Central Station at 8.10 in the morning. Penguin was wide awake since 6.30... she had so many things to think about rather than sleeping that morning. As soon as she reached Chennai, she took her side-bag and ran towards the gate of her coach. Her eyes searched for someone she addressed as Grasshopper. Wasn't she so stupid? She knew he won't be able to make it and still her eyes went searching for him?

1oth July, she planned to meet him for the first time. They met... and you all know what all happened. ;)

That was Grasshopper's side of the story, but you all should be knowing Penguin's version of it... ain't it? Trust me guys, Penguin has never seen such a person ever in her life! Completely impulsive, very easy going, extra comfortable, he just does what his heart tells him to.

Many people would find him to be that kiddo, but no... I have seen that matured (going-to-be) 22 year-old in him sometimes... And when I see that maturity in him, it feels like as if I should just keep on listening to him!

Its so surprising to see or even imagine that someone whom you hardly know can teach you so many things in just a week's time... isn't it?

Penguin met Grasshopper three more times... those three times that has surely changed her perception about many things around her. Yes, she is much more happier now, she has learnt how to take those risks in life and how to enjoy each moment... just the moment no matter what the truth around you is.
As I always say, its sometimes necessary to let go of yourself, flow with the emotions... but that is when reality bites you hard! I am going back to my land... away for the place that has now become so special to me.

Hey Grasshopper,

This is just to let you know... I am going back to my place... But I would cherish each moment spent with you here. You are so very special to me...trust me, you will always be!!

Thank you for this friendship... this was the best friendship I have got till date!

I love his smile...the way he catches my hand when he sees any guy coming close to me....

Yes, i admit it....i love him for all these things and for many more than that!

I might not be here for your birthday, but trust me....i would be craving to be with you all day.

May this birthday be the best one...May god bless you with all the happiness and success.

Love you loads! Mwah...

I am surely going to miss you! ;)

You know that...don't you... :)

Take care of yourself and don't miss me too much! I'll always be around...

P.S| Don't you dare forget this Penguin

The People's Car

Image via Wikipedia

Well, that's a nice name to give to a car that is going to grow it's interest in India. The People's Car made by Tata Motors was released today in this video from India Times showed that. The car does not have much of a luxury but has the ability to move it's way through the city and make the country that had been through such a poverty for so long time to get to it's industrial look.

The car costs about 1 lakh rupee or 1,00,000 rupees which is equivalent to $2,500 USD. This car is called the super mini car (nice name to catch more attention in the packed roads of India).

This car had also faced some controversy when it went onto development due to it's cheap price which lead to mass production and low fuel efficiency that could mean in a higher chance of greenhouse gas. Now the first Nanos are in the street from the summer of 2009. Tata has also claimed that they are developing a battery version that would be both fuel efficient and better for the enviroment.

The first one of the Nano is sold in Mumbai to Ashok Raghunath Vichare, a 59 year old customs officer. In a lottery, they won to get the first Nano out in the streets. Tata claims that they would deliver 100,000 Nanos by the end of 2010.

Nano also faces controvery with the amount of luxary that they have such as they don't have any heating or air conditioning, it only comes in three colors. The best version does have heating or air conditioning installed in them with fabric seats, front power windows, fog lamps, a cup holder in the front console and a rear spoiler. They also have plans to release their cars in other countries too.

This post had been posted here before

The Crush

I had written this story some time back on my blog. Let me know if you like it...

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The guy was standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, watching girls with rapt attention, saying to himself, "Will she come? Will she not?" But, no. She was no where to be seen. Sadly, he sat down on a nearby table. The bearer as usual arrived and asked if he required anything. He replied, "No, thanks."

PART 1

Rahul was a middle class guy studying in college. On the first day of college, he saw a wonderful girl, very different from others. Not that she was extremely good looking, but her mannerisms, the way she smiled, her nose wrinkled, her steps, everything made him go crazy about her. Sadly the girl was from a different department and so, there was less chance of them getting to know each other. However, as destiny would have it, one fine day, he got the opportunity to interact with this dream girl. It was just a coincidence. She had come to the library with one of her friends, looking for a particular book, but was unable to find it. Rahul had a glimpse of her from one end of the shelf and suddenly felt the urge to speak to her. But, being very shy, he could not gather much courage. He egged himself on and ultimately went forward and said, "Excuse me, miss, I think you are looking for this book." The girl was initially surprised, but then smiled and said "Thank you". She took the book and just walked away. Rahul was kept standing there. He understood that he had missed a golden opportunity of interacting with his dream girl. Later that day, he spoke to his room mate in his hostel about the incident. He told his friend how expressive her eyes were, the way she smiled, the way she got surprised, everything about her was so mesmerizing, so magical. His friend laughed out loud and said, "Never mind dost, you would get more opportunities, I am sure." For the next few weeks, Rahul did not see her. He wondered if something was wrong, but he was unable to find the right person to ask about her. Finally, he got to know that there had been a calamity in her family which had forced the girl to take leave.But the pain remained, he wished he could be of some help to her at such an ill-fated moment. Finally, the wait was over. She was back. A bit tense, a bit pensive, traumatic, but nevertheless attractive as ever. Rahul thought to himself, "Today, I need to speak, no matter what the outcome would be." He approached her, "Hi, this is Rahul. We met that day in the library. Do you remember?" The girl stared at him and slowly said, "Yes, I do remember." Rahul: "So, may I know your name and are we friends?" She replied, "My name is Aindrilla, but I would need to think before accepting a stranger as my friend. Got some work. Would you mind if we talk later?" Rahul said, "Well... nope... surely, please go ahead.". The poor guy was left standing. This was not the exact start he was looking for. The girl seemed so very organized, sober and cool at her first demeanour. But is it like "What you see is NOT what you get" ? Surely, Rahul needed to investigate more. There are more shadows to a woman than one could imagine and this woman seemed no different.Suddenly he felt a bit sad. Was it that she was not liking him, misinterpreting his overtures as something else? He did not wish to think. It also dawned on him that he had fallen hopelessly in love with her, although he did not know anything about her. She could be engaged to someone. There could be painful incidents in the prime of her life which had made her lose all interest in love and its derivatives! Oh.. he suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

PART 2

Aindrilla returned to her room after a hectic day at college. She got herself freshened up and started thinking over the day's incidents. The college was not as bad as she thought it to be. After the tragic death of her grandmother, whom she was so close to, she really looked forward to enjoying here. Afterall, she needed to divert her mind and get accustomed to the loss.Her roomie Sandhya came and asked, "Hey tamatar, how was your day today? haan... " Aindrilla smiled at her and said, "Well, it was good yaar. Today professor Jadav gave a wonderful lecture on Particle Dynamics. He was so fast, I had to literally use shorthand to take down the notes. Even the lab sessions were nice. I have started liking the place, yaar."Sandhya chuckled and asked,"What about the guys, sweetheart? Did you find anyone worth a second glance?"Aindrilla: "Tu bhi yaar... I haven't had that much interaction with anyone till now, but most of them seem okay. Few of them are flirts like anything. Ladki dekhi nahi ki shuru... Arey, today I met a guy... My goodness me! I saw him once in the library. He had helped me out with finding a book and now, he wants friendship. Ufff... What a flirt!" Sandhya: "Come on yaar, did you ask his name?"Aindrilla: "Who cares yaar? I have seen hundreds like that. I stopped short of giving him a piece of my mind today. Next day, I won't spare him, if he approaches again."Sandhya: "Peculiar dear? What happened? Did he misbehave?"Aindrilla: "Nahi nahi, not like that. He seemed friendly, but sooner or later, he would come to the same topic as any other flirt. I am sure."Sandhya: "Come on yaar, don't be a spoilsport. If he wants friendship, what is the harm in it, yaar. See I am engaged to Suraj for five long years and what a sweetheart he is!"Aindrilla suddenly lay flat on her bed, staring straight at the ceiling: "Hey Sandi! I don't think like that! My darling would be a handsome prince, he would be wealthy, powerful and sexy. I would fall head over heels over him at first glance. The boys out here do not fire my imagination. These are just timepasses. And I hate guys who are only too eager to get hold of a girl. These kinda guys are never reliable. Hopefully your Suraj is not like that."Sandhya: "Aha.. is it like that? ok... we'll see dear... I have seen many instances of girls as stern and robust as you are, who have melted like ice and crumbled like a pack of cards, when they have fallen in love."Aindrilla: "Ok... take it as a challenge!"

PART 3

The next few days Rahul thought a lot about the mysterious girl. He suddenly found out that out of 24 hours a day, he would spend 12 hours thinking about her alone. It was having serious implications on his studies as well, as he was not able to concentrate on tasks at hand. His roomie noticed this and told him that he should make friends with someone who knows the girl well, else, it would be difficult to coaxe the girl into meeting him. Rahul thought for a moment and said, "Yes yaar, I have seen a girl with her often. She is very friendly and seem very close to her. Lets see, if I can have a chat with her." The next day only, Rahul saw Aindrilla's close friend.Without the slightest hesitation, he approached. Rahul: "Excuse me..." Sandhya: "Yes, wanna say something to me?" Rahul: "Yeah.. well actually I am from the same year as you. Mechanics department. Can we be friends?" Sandhya smiled and said: "Hey nice to meet you. This is Sandhya and am from the Civil department." Rahul: "Thanks Sandhya... So you are alone today? Where is your friend?" Sandhya:"Who? Aindrilla? Oh she would be coming late. Well do you know her?" Rahul had his heart in his mouth for a moment but he tried to remain composed and answered as coolly as possible. "Oh... no no... that was a casual question. I often see both of you together. So asked about her..." Sandhya: "Ok..." She suddenly glanced at her watch and said, "Oops. I am already late for my class. Cya sometime later. Ok?" Rahul: "Sure"
Rahul thought that the drama had gone as he had wanted.
Sandhya hurried on for the class. As usual she was again late. The professor had started teaching in full swing. Once Sandhya reached, the professor gave her a stern look and glanced at his watch. Aindrilla had in fact reached before her although she was supposed to come late. After the class Aindrilla giggled at Sandhya and said, "Well Sandi, you have made quite a name for yourself as Late Latif. Koi appointment thaa kya?" Sandhya: "Don't ask yaar. I met a guy.... oh what was his name? umm... yeah, Rahul and forgot that I had this class. Arey you know he was asking about you... !!!" Aindrilla: "What? me? I mean, why? I don't think I remember anyone by that name!!!" Sandhya: "Oh no no... he also said he doesn't know you and he just asked since he had got used to seeing both of us together and as you know sweetheart, you were not there today!"
Aindrilla thought for a moment, "Tell me how he looks." Sandhya: "Uff.. I can't describe him like that. Lets go to the canteen and if I see him, I will have both of you introduced to each other. Ok?" Aindrilla: "Hmm... Sandi, don't say you are upto something. Am not falling or it, ok?" Sandhya: "Arrey no yaar. You asked about him. That's why I said. Ok? Even if you get introduced to him, what's the harm?" Aindrilla: "ok ok... You are much superior when it comes to arguing, first God and second you... I agree.." Both of them walked off from the classroom and saw Rahul standing at the entrance of the canteen. Sandhya walked in front of him and said: "Hey Rahul, this is my friend, Aindrilla. Aindrilla, meet Rahul." Aindrilla: "Hello... but I think we know each other, right?" Rahul: "Yeah.. " Sandhya: "But Rahul, you said you do not know her?" Rahul was in a soup now. Somehow he muttered," Well, she did not accept me as a friend, so how could I say, I know her. Besides, it is a fact since I know nothing about her except her name!" and tried to smile... Aindrilla: "Rahul, for you my name is enough. Okay? Sandi I think I am getting late and have some more important works at hand. Do you mind, if I leave." Sandhya: "Hey, wait. I'll also go. Sorry Rahul. I'll talk to you later." Rahul was left stranded where he was. For the first time he felt an adrenaline rush. He was getting angry. What the hell did the girl think of herself! Was she a princess or what? And how dare she insult him like that! And he did not think he had said or done something derogatory to her dignity. Something was wrong definitely but what was it?Aindrilla hurried on to her hostel room. Sandhya went after her and got hold of her. "What is wrong with you tamatar? Why did you behave like that? I don't think the guy said or did something so as to hurt you! Then? Look at me. Tell me, what is wrong!" Aindrilla looked at her. And then, Sandhya could not believe what she saw, her friend's beautiful eyes were aflush with tears. Sandhya: "You? Crying? Why?" Aindrilla suddenly put her arms round Sandhya and continued to sob hugging her Sandi as tightly as ever...

PART 4

Rahul could not have as much as a wink of sleep that night. He thought about the incidents the day before. His Roomie asked him numerous times about it, but to no avail. He kept mum the whole evening and then at night as well. As the hours passed by, anger gave way to sadness, melancholy. It always happened like that. Whenever he happened to like or love someone,invariably they would get snatched away from him by the cruel scheme of destiny. He remembered he had a cute kitten who would play with him day in and day out and one day she was gone forever, never ever to return again. He was very close to his grandmother as well and she too left for her heavenly abode. He had fallen hopelessly in love with this girl, but herreactions hurt him. How could she be so heartless? [sigh] There was nothing he could do. He needed to move on, look for greener pastures. But what is the guarantee that the same story would not get repeated! Oops! No! He was losing his self confidence. Shit yaar! How could he! Forget it! Everything would be normal again. The show must go on!He felt a bit rejuvinated and set out for the college after hurrying through the morning chores. After a long time, he attended all the lectures, answered tough questions posed by the professors, tried to concentrate on studies more than ever before and also found out that Einstein's theory was not as difficult as he had thought before! His bosom friends were pleasantly surprised. After a tiring day, he was ready to go home. And just when he was at the exit, he saw her... Sandhya... He did not feel an urge to speak to her! "Girls are all the same", he thought. But he could not avoid. Sandhya stopped him on his way and said,"Hey Rahul, I am very sorry for whatever happened yesterday. Please do not get her wrong. She is very depressed." Rahul did not utter a word for a moment or two.Finally he said,"So?"Sandhya: "Lets see dear. First tell me, are you serious?"He silently nodded his head in affirmation.Sandi: "umm... ok, let me see what can be done... bye"Sandhya silently walked off. She was still thinking about the incidents last night. Aindrilla had cried and cried. Sandi could finally steady her and asked her,"Tell me what is it! And do not cry! Else I will give you a tight slap! Look at me."Aindrilla had then narrated what she had gone through in her past, how she had loved someone with her everything, how she had been ditched and humiliated, how her love had walked off with another bitch! It was pathetic! She had lost all her trust on men. She had come to realise that whatever men looked for in a woman was not love, she shuddered to think what it was! Her beliefs had only been strengthened by the growing number of incidents of a variety of physical and mental harassment that women faced regularly in their day to day life. She hated men! Yes! She hated men! Sandi let out a silent sigh. The task was extremely tough for her and more so, for Rahul to win her love. What was the way out? She wou