Why me ??

Why GOD! Why! Why Me Everytime! Why are you so much jealours of me ??
Everything was fine after a long time. My Life was going good. First time i have ever trusted a guy, I was in LOVE, was so happy and so thankful to you But you did it again....

Can't you see my happiness ?

I even did not realised that I am in Love and you took him far away from me. How can you be so cruel?

Why me Everytime..



word count: 78

koun hai jo mere sapno mein aata hai..??

koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai,
chandni raato me tanha mujhe jagata hai,
kyu chupta hai mujhse, kyu mujhse nazre churata hai,
koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai..

chand kabhi shabhnam ki boondo ki tarah
meri ankho me gir jata hai,
bankar wo ek khwab sa phir ankho me aa jata hai..
khat likh kar, ek pegam sa, kahi chup sa jata hai,
koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai..

kis dar se wo kuch keh nahi pata hai,
koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai..

chand kabhi asman se ek chehra sa dikhata hai,
yaki hai wo hai yahi kahi jo meri palko pe ek khwab banke aata hai,
koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai..

jo sitrao ki chamak se mere aagan ko sajata hai,
vo koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai..

taaro ki barsat se aj mera daman sajata hai..
koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai...

रानी का चंदा

ऐ चंदा तू बस जरा इतना बता ,
के रहता कहाँ हैं तू दिनभर ,
क्यो आता हैं तू सांझ ढले ,
क्यो चला जाता हैं जब सूरज उगे ।

सागर की लहरों से भी पूछा मैंने ,
चोट सहती उन चटानो से भी
पूछा मैंने,
पर सभी कहते हैं किसी याद मैं खो जाता हैं तू ।

क्यो घटता बढ़ता हैं ,
क्यो नही रहता तू सूरज सा एक समान ,
तारो को भी साथ ले जाता हैं अपने ,
क्यो दिखलाता हैं तू सपने ।

जाता हूँ मैं कही नही ,
रहता हूँ हर पल हर दम यहीं ।

दिन मैं सूरज की रोशनी मैं खो जाता हूँ ,
शाम होते ही अन्धकार को मिटाने आ जाता हूँ मैं ।

रात को ढूंढ़ता हूँ उसे ,
जो मिली नही हैं अबतक,
हर पल ,हर दिन उसकी जुदाई मैं ,
आंसू बहता हूँ ,
पर फ़िर भी तलाश जारी रखता हूँ ,
इसीलिए घटता बढ़ता हूँ मैं ।

मेरे लिए तो तुम बहुत खास हो रानी ,
मेरे अहसासों की आवाज हो तुम ,
तुमसे बातें करके मिट जाती हैं
सारी परेशानी ,
तुम हो मेरी दुलारी गुडिया रानी ।

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

ae chanda tu bas jara itna bata ,
ke rahta kahaan hain tu dinbhar ,
kyo aata hain tu saanjh dhale ,
kyo chala jata hain jab suraj uge .

saagar ki lahro se bhi pucha maine ,
chot sahati un chataano se bhi
pucha maine,
par sabhi kahte hain kisi yaad main kho jaata hain tu .

kyo ghatata badhta hain ,
kyo nahi rahta tu suraj saa ek samaan ,
taaro ko bhi saath le jaata hain apane ,
kyo dikhlata hain tu sapne .

jaata hun main kahi nahi ,
rahta hun har pal har dam yahin .

din main suraj ki roshani main kho jata hun ,
shaam hote hi andhkaar ko mitaane aa jaata hun main .

raat ko dhundhta hun use ,
jo mili nahi hain abtak,
har pal ,har din usaki judai main ,
aansu bahata hun ,
par fir bhi talaash jari rakhta hun ,
isiliye ghatata badhta hun main .

mere liye to tum bahut khas ho raani ,
mere ahsaso ki aawaj ho tum ,
tumase baatein karke mit jaati hain
saari pareshani ,
tum ho meri dulari gudia raani .

I wonder what u are...

Ruling the dark night,
with shimmery illusion of sight,
reflecting the glossy light.
I wonder upon your power with delight.

Gazing on earth through the misty clouds,
on the sea-shores with silence aloud,
or on the rush filled city crowd.
I wonder upon your boldness,for you am proud.

Serene,calm and you're found composed,
drifting each day without any pause,
with glorifying elegance,as if fulfilling some purpose.
I wonder staring at you,clueless.

Beauty in you sparkles the sky,
you fade with every dawn without any sigh,
since ages,you've been tale for a child's cry.
I wonder what you are, awaiting for a reply.

PS : word count - 109 words...

Cricket Quiz - 3

The cricket Quiz will be posted every Friday and the answers to the quiz must be sent to me via email (christopherdavid007@gmail.com) on or before Wednesday. Therefore the last day for this quiz is 2nd of September. Please write in the subject cricket quiz.

The answers will be published every Friday with another set of questions along with the winners of previous quiz.

Answers to Cricket Quiz - 2.

1.) How many runs did Sachin Tendulkar score in his first two ODI's for India?

Zero (0). He scored ducks in both matches.

2.) Who holds the record for most sixes in test cricket?

Adam Gilchrist

3.) Which venue hosted the first International T20 match?
[HINT - The match played was between Australia and New Zealand.]
Eden Park, Aukland on 17-2-05. The match was won by the Australians by 44 runs.

4.) Which Pakistan legend wrote an autobiography called "All Round View"?
Imran Khan.

5.) Name this West Indian cricketer [In the Picture],

Sir Garfield St Aubrun Sobers (Gary Sobers).

The Winner(s) of the Quiz are, Deepak Balamurali, Armaan Ahmed, Kirby Meehan, Stephen and Vikas Yadav.
- Congrats.

This weeks questions are,

1.) Against which team did Sehwag make his debut as captain in tests?

2.) Who made a score of fifty or more (50+ runs) in nine consecutive ODI's for Pakistan?

3.) Which player has the magical match figures 19-90 (19 wickets for 90 runs)?

4.) Name the bowler who took a hat-trick against Kenya in the 2003 World Cup?

5.) Name this bowler,

Good Luck.

rain song

Bollywood! you rock
all the movies
and all the jazz
simply cool
simply the best

I like best
all the rain songs
all the clouds and all that rain

such romance
such bliss
Sridevi was definitely the best
she was my favorite



sridevi who?
baccha log will say?
that will make me feel
old and grey
but then i will switch on my favorite rain song
and i will feel young again!

Shraddha@theselfloveproject

Word count: 72

Sikandar : Movie Review

Directed By-
Piyush Jha

Produced By-
Sudhir Mishra

Featuring-
Parzan Dastur, Ayesha Kapoor, Madhavan, Sanjar Suri..

If you guys loved Parzan Dastur in Parzania and Ayesha Kapoor in Black, you'll love them yet again in Sikandar. Directed by Piyush Jha, Sikandar has a terrific script but when it comes to execution of the same is where it fails. Going by the sidelines of the tension that surroundsJammu and Kashmir, Piyush Jha manages to capture the essence of the lives of young children really well.

Sikandar is a movie of a young boy Sikandar Raza(Parzan Dastur) who like any other 10 year old is naughty-innocent and a passionate football player. Living alone with his aunt and uncle, soonSikandar finds a pal,a 10 year old Nasreen(Ayesha Kapoor ), who accompanies him during the morning walk to school. During one such walk to school is when both of them find a gun lying in the same path.Sikandar much to his curiosity takes the gun and without much knowledge is left with no other option but to use the gun to his own benefit, may it be scaring off the bullies in school or scaring people on the street. Soon he's seen training with aJihadi militant who promises him a washing machine if he trains and shoots the person that they decide on. Circumstances get way too complicated whenSikandar shoots the Jihadi Militant out of frustration and makes his life even more miserable. The army start a search operation in pursuit of the little boy and the things that follow is something that you need to watch it yourself.

Sikandar is not a bad movie but it takes time for you to realize that its a good movie. You don't really feel for the characters like you felt for Ishaan Awasthi in Taare Zameen Par or Michelle McNally in Black. By the time you get into the rythm and start liking that characters, the curtains are down. The main let down factor of this movie is its promise that it created with its trailers.Parzan Dastur is impressive and manages to deliver the goods well. Supported well by Ayesha Kapoor, Madhavan and Sanjay Suri.

Music of Sikandar by Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy is one thing that needs special appreciation. Neatly done are the tracks "Dhoop Ke Sikke" and "Gulon Mein".

I will go with 7 BOP's for Piyush Jha's Sikandar.





Reviewed By,
Raghav Ramaiah


Originally Posted at TalkingPopcorns.com!

Stars

Oh! Clouds can you go away
Its the stars that i am looking for
My angel looks down as a star
I lost her when she was just 30 days old
I had premature contractions
She was born too soon
12 weeks was just too early to be born
She stayed in NICU for 30 days of her life
But she could not survive
Doctors and nurses tried so hard
But I lost my child



My life is like you sky
All cloudy with always a hint of rain
I wish my spirits uplift soon
A clear sky would be a boon

I can feel her spirit in clear sky
Its her memory I want to cherish
My sweet little girl born too soon
She was so beautiful and lovely

Shraddha@The Self Love Project

Word count : 132

PS: My own daughters were born 7 weeks early and were in NICU for 3 weeks. With God’s grace they are healthy and happy girls today

ALONE I STAND THERE..!!!

Alone i stand there
waiting for you
days passed, the moon faded
but i see you nowhere

Alone i stand there
thinking about you
thoughts faded, so did the moon
but you are still unknown

Alone i stand there
to dance with you
music went weak, so did the moon
but you are still not found

Alone i stand there
to live life with you
dreams broke, so did the moon
but you are still living somewhere

Alone i stand there
still waiting for you
one day to meet, so is the moon
but still not sure, you turn to me

WL Cricket Quiz - 2

The cricket Quiz will be posted every Friday and the answers to the quiz must be sent to me via email (christopherdavid007@gmail.com) on or before Wednesday. Therefore the last day for this quiz is 26th of August. Please write in the subject cricket quiz.

The answers will be published every Friday with another set of questions along with the winners of previous quiz.

Answers to Cricket Quiz - 1.

1.) Who invented the famous 'Doosra'?
Saqlain Mushtaq of Pakistan

2.) Which Aussie captain said, "If you get Dravid, Great. If you get Sachin, Brilliant. If you get Laxman, it's either a mistake or a miracle." ?
Steve Waugh

3.) Name the only captain to have declared his team's innings when he was batting and not out in the nineties (93*).
[HINT - It happened in the first test between Pakistan and Sri Lanka in 1991-1992]
Imran Khan

4.) Which Indian batsman holds the record for most test innings before scoring a double century?
Saurav Ganguly

5.) Who is this former English skipper [In the Picture]?
Nasser Hussain

The winners of the Quiz are,
Deepak Balamurali - Congrats Mate.

This weeks questions are,

1.) How many runs did Sachin Tendulkar score in his first two ODI's for India?

2.) Who holds the record for most sixes in test cricket?

3.) Which venue hosted the first International T20 match?
[HINT - The match played was between Australia and New Zealand.]

4.) Which Pakistan legend wrote an autobiography called "All Round View"?

5.) Name this West Indian cricketer [In the Picture],

Anonymously

She looks at the moonlight
Looking so prefect and ethereal
I watch her from not so far
Taking the perfection in
She has not seen me
But I have touched her anonymously
That snarky email that she got
She must have got so riled
Oh! The picture makes me smile

I watch her
As she looks at the moon
She is not alone
I am always with her
Don’t be scared girl
I only watch you
Sometimes spam you
I want to see the look on your face
When you realize I am real
Would you still look at the moon this way
Or come and hug me
As I am so cool and my love so real



Last one did not get it
The daughter of a whore that she was
She reported me
Took a restraining order against me
My internet provider banned me
It was tough times
But now I have smartened up
I will not do the same mistakes any more
My IP address is hidden
My apartment is rented near you
All suspicions are clear

You will see me as the sweet prince
Who is smart and cool
Who will save you from your boring life
I will be the silver lining that you are looking for
I will be the friend you are craving for


Shraddha@The Self Love Project
Word count: 222

PS: views of a creepy guy

Under the weeping moon !!

The moon,the silent water and the girl born in a brothel.....

I always come here
talk to the moon
I cry under the weeping moon
wipe tears With my frozen hands
clouds gather across the moon
blazing the white light
I smile,I dance
gazing unto the moon
please, take me there
some times darkness gulps
I become impatient
I've so much to tell
who will listen to me?
who will understand my pain?
who will show the way?
I know,the moon too awaits the night
awaits the day
for a glimpse of mine
he knows I've no one
In my own ashes
I am standing without a soul
May be someone is waiting
to ride on me
to drag my wound deeper
to scratch the walls of
my naked soul with his lusty claws.
I always pray,hope its just a dream,
hope everything turns out non existent!!



word count : 141 words

Moonlight picture Contest.

Guess what we are here to make an announcement.But before that let me welcome all the new members in our Lounge.Hope that you all would love this place and cherish every moment here.I'm really happy to announce our 4th contest.Previously we had few contest based on specifc themes.We had "Rain drenched Lounge contest"which was based on short stories. It was then followed by the "Inspiration Contest" which was a poetry contest.Then we had the "Lol@lOUNGE" contest which was based on humour.Now we have decided to blend all these genre's and we present the "Moonlight picture contest".
Look at the picture below.All you have to do is based on the picture.

Yes you can write stories and poems based on the above picture.
Rules.
for Stories.
1) The central theme of the story is the given picture
2)The story should not exceed more than 500 words.
3)The story should contain a title that should be posted along with the story in writers lounge.
4)At end the participant is expected to write the word count.
5)Labels for your story would contain your name,WL-Contest,ML-contest
for Poems.
1) The central theme of the poem is the given picture
2)Poetry can be of any form
3)The poem should contain a title that should be posted along with the story in writers lounge.
5)Labels for your poem would contain your name,WL-Contest,ML-contest

Terms and Conditions:
1)This contest is valid for the members of this community.In case if you want to take part then you may leave your email id on the shout box .One of the administrator may invite you to the group blog.
2 )Entries should be made on or before 5th September ,2009.
3) Members can post multiple entries on the theme here. But you will mail us only the entry which you want us to consider for the award.
4) The contest will be judged by a writer whose name will be revealed later.
5)The results will be announced by 13th September,2009 .
6)The winners name along with the 1st and the 2nd runner up will be announced on 13th September 2009
The winner will get a badge from Writers Lounge and Ebooks of famous writers which would be announced later.

At the same time, the pariticipants are expected to mail their posts in word format along with the word count to writers.in.lounge@gmail.com

PLEASE NOTE (MEMBERS @ WRITERS LOUNGE)
Please refrain from posting other stuff apart from the stories for this contest till 5th September, 2009. We will be closing the lounge for general posts/rants during this time period. This is just to ensure that the contributions for this contest don't get lost and people who contribute get maximum support as well as dedicated readership. If anyone does want to notify other lounge members of a new post on their blog, please feel free to use the Shoutbox. We regret the inconvenience caused. We guess it should be a great experience reading different takes on the given picture. We are just facilitating the same and ensuring that your stories get read. A humble request to all talented writers here on writers lounge to try their hand and churn up a story/poem for contest. Writers Lounge Rocks! And you all make it rock! Cheers!!
PS:Members are requested to send in their "Member of Month" entries to the admin mail id.

My twins

My twin girls are sweet
Best thing that ever happened to me
Their love
Their smiles
Keeps me happy
Keeps me joyful and content
I am as happy as one can be
They bring out the best in me

Photo by Koshyk


Thank you Lord Krishna
For your blessings
For all this love that I have found
My joy has no bounds

Shraddha@The Self Love Project

WRITERS LOUNGE..!!!

Will to pen down
Rigorous thoughts
Insights
Told
Each one
Remains
Special

Love
Other's pen
Unleash your talent
Now
Go for it
Every word, can be yours..!!!

LAZY ME!

My Legs are pretty cold. . . . . the hairs on my hands are rising.. . . . i feel really strange lying on my bed . . . .

i wish there was a fireplace nearby, and i feel a strong urge to switch off the fan . . .

but yet, something stops me. . . . the fan must keep running !! something says i'll have to endure the cold . . . and when heat comes by, i'll have to endure that too . . !!
but i just cant go and switch off the fan . !!

Now, my brain's going berserk ! . . . and . . GOSH , i imajine unthinkable things . . . !
I'M JUMPING FROM A HIGH CLIFF , I'M WALKING STRAIGHT INTO THE FIRE, AND I'M DOWNING IN A TERRIFYING OCEAN . . .
IT'S FREEZING, N I JUST DONT FALL ASLEEP . . . .

I LOOK AT THE FAN . . . IT'S STILL RUNNING IN AN UNIMAJINABLE SPEED. . . . .
I CLOSE MY EYES. . . BUT I DREAM OF THE FAN FALLING ON MY HEAD . . .

I TURN AROUND, I FIDGET, . . . I CALL OUT FOR HELP . . . BUT PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP . . .

it's time i do something out of my way . . .
i push away my blanket, slowly stand up, walk a few steps forward . . . . . . and SWITCH OFF THE FAN . . . .


then everything comes back to normal. . . i come back to bed and sleep soundly. .
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this entry might sound silly to all u people reading the blog. . . . but guys, we've got to contemplate on things ( however silly they might seem ) and think about it deeply before coming to a conclusion . . .

In this post, I've revealed the most darkest side of me. . . . my most dangerous enemy and my dreadful weakness. . . . " MY LAZZINESS "

i always knew this and wanted to tell u . . . . when ur body stops moving, ur mind goes running like a maniac . . . .
when u feel depressed and sit around in a chair doing nothing, . . . believe me, it's gonna be more painful . . . ! so keep yourself engaged. . . . . keep ur mind in control . . . ! if u let it waver, it will never let u be in peace . . .


ok guys, so all of you listen to this little girl . . . stop being lazy and watch ur lives change . . .

i'm gonna change, too . . . i'm planning to become the most hyperctive girl in the town . .

k, c ya soon . .
byeeeee

Life to death..Death to life..

"A birth from the ashes..
I was on this land..
I saw the four reasons..
I was living on the sand.."..

I lived my life..
Now it's time to die..
Slashed my wrist with a knife..
I look at the sky..
It's my last moment..
I saw the bible on the shelf..
I lied numb and still..
As my life started reversing itself..
Life was slipping away from my claw..
Black and white as i saw..

"I was living on the sand..
I saw the four seasons..
I was on this land..
A birth from the ashes.."..

"Again.."

ALL ROUND VEHICLES...!!!

Gosh english ka satyanaash..!

Expectations

ABC Round 5 - Prompt E

E is for expectations

I wish to have no expectations
These dream castles that I build
I wish to be just a witness
Be kind and strong willed

Its easy to say
Difficult to do
Expectations are hard to let go

Not get caught up in negativity
Be happy and chilled
Not be so hurried
Let the silence in
Not be the ever dependent fool that I am..

Expectations are hard to let go
But to let go is good for soul
I know it will set me free

I just remember what my daddy said
Past is dead
Future is imaginary
I have everything to enjoy my here and now
I promise to my dad’s soul
I will never forget the lesson that he taught
Even if it is hard , I will try
Expectations bye bye.


Shraddha@The Self Love Project

PS:
My dad used to follow 12 pathways of Ken Keyes Jr

Always

I have heard a lot about love. And very recently I got
a heartbreak again.I wasn't even able to write stuff
here. Taking a lot of effort now. My fingers are not
freely moving like they used to.All this time
,everytime , dazed and confused. Sad and low. How long?And then I realize. It's all in the mind. If you can
control your mind you can control your emotions. And so
I consciously started trying not to think about her
anymore and I consciously tried to get feelings far
from any relationship I ever come across.And then I
became hard and ruthless, no emotions no feelings. And
one day she came along and it fell apart, like it
always does

Sleepless Scribble (Contd.)

4:45 AM

=~=
Alone again, I crept in. It is dark tonight. It was darker when I entered the lounge. I knew there would be no one here. So, I was not very careful while breaking the silence. I opened the door which made a painful screeching sound, and walked in. The door closed behind, leaving the lounge in dark – the way it used to be – the way I like it – the way, we liked it! The lounge is the place I dwell in and the best place I hangout with my friends and her. Tonight, there is no one here. Neither my friends and nor her. Still I walked in. The air was free, silent, dark and homogeneous. I breathed in – felt fresh! My footsteps created a few puffs of dust as I walked towards the corner – my favorite corner in the lounge, where we used to sit together and talk – talk all night! The floor was dusty – I was sad to see that. The abandonment and vivid desertion of the place accumulated lot of dust. I wish she would be here – now.

I breathed in – felt fresh! It was her fragrance – again! “Am I dreaming?” I asked myself. How on earth would I feel her here – tonight, when she is far away from the lounge? I could feel her as if she held my hands and looked deep inside me – Dilse! I could feel her hair flying in the absent breeze. I could feel her missing touch all over me. It was a pleasure, yet shivering! I looked around again. I could see nothing in the dark, apart from the rays of light coming out from the distant lamppost, coming through the ventilators and cracks on the windows, and falling on the various parts of the lounge. I could smell her as though she was here with me – holding me, like older times. I extended my hand and tried to call, against all odds, “Sho…” A cold hand came from behind me and covered my lips. I quivered! I moved around in a flash – there was no one again! I looked around – the darkness laughed at me. I rested my palm on the table, near my corner – our corner. Gusts of dust blew and the door made another scorching sound and opened a little. I could see the first rays of sunlight coming in – it was almost dawn and I could hear the birds chirping outside, yet far-flung. It was time for me to leave. I could not sit today – I could not sing today – I could not meet her, for whom I come to the lounge. She was away – among those chirping avis. May be that’s where she belonged and that’s why she’s away tonight. I walked out, as slowly as I always did. I did not disturb the darkness much and neither the silence in the lounge. The dust I puffed up in the air would settle down soon, I know. And she will always be here with me, when I come back – to hold my tongue and stop me from nuisance.

The morning rays cleansed my face, as I walked back home – alone again!

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My Sleepless Scribbles: One, Two

Drinking buddies

It was a usual night at Shabnam bar tucked away in a lane behind a local train station in Central Mumbai. Some were nursing drinks, some gulping them down, some brooding over every sip and some laughing hysterically at not so funny jokes. Kishore and Rafi were alternately crooning about the greatest disappointments of their lives on the bar's music system.

And as it was a usual night, Rajesh was there. Everything was familiar here and that soothed his senses. It was a refuge from daily struggles, a place to reflect, appreciate the songs born out of life's ironies and generally numb oneself at the end of the day. Most of the clientile was the same. Hardly anyone new came there, but Shabnam had many loyalists. Rajesh knew everyone's story. He liked to hear them and marvel at how much better his life was. And at times when he felt the other person needed it, he told his story too.

Suddenly the door opened and a gust of the pouring rain from outside breezed in and along with it came a man who had the most disturbed face Rajesh had seen in quite sometime. He didn't look like someone who drank, but then who can say that anymore. The man sat down and ordered 2 pegs, neat. Rajesh raised an appreciative brow and went back to his drink. After a while when Rajesh started to leave, the man was still there, ordering 2 more. It seemed that he had had quite a few of them already and didn't want to stop until he lost himself completely.

The other man started coming in regularly. Another Shabnam loyalist, Rajesh smiled. His name was Abhishek; Rajesh had seen him swipe a card once. They had both started acknowledging each other's existence by now. Abhishek would get pissed drunk every night. Rajesh enjoyed his drinks but he had a self imposed limit, one that he stuck to, just enough to get some relief at the end of the day. But this man seemed to be on a mission to drink his body down.

One night however, Abhishek seemed to be even more melancholy but he was gulping down drinks with the same fervour. Rajesh got worried. What if the man was on some suicidal mood today? He certainly looked so. Rajesh went up to Abhishek's table and tried to start a conversation.
"Hi, have been seeing you here regularly now, I am Rajesh. You on some drink till I die mission today dude?"
"Err...hi...you won't understand."
"Try me..."
Abhishek smiled with melancholy dismissal.
"They say majority of men drinking in dimly lit bars are of two types. Ones who are thinking of the girl who got away and the others who are trying to forget the pain of having one. So what is it with you?" Rajesh persisted.
Abhishek laughed out harshly, "Maybe they are right. But let's hear whats it with you?"
"Mind if I take a seat," Rajesh pulled a chair next to Abhishek. "The one who got away. She was my college mate. She came into my life when I had almost lost hope. I can still feel her hands cupping my face. There never was anyone who could love so unselfishly, so truly. We would have done anything for each other."
"That would have been a fairytale, " Abhishek pointed out.
"Yes, if we could have stayed together that is what it would have been."
"So what was it? She turned out be a fickle woman? Triya charitra was it?"
"Just shut up ok, I won't hear a word against her. She was never like that. She was everything one could ever dream for in a companion. She was mine for as long as she could and somehow I know she is still mine, though she is far away, married to someone her parents wanted her to. She hasn't cheated on him physically though, that much I can tell you. She is his for all worldly purposes, but I know her heart will always be mine."
"Aah but if your love was that true, you had to lose her buddy. That's the way of the world. Its a law of nature I think, that if you love truly, you won't ever get it back, or be fortunate enough to live out this dream love. I love her too completely, honestly, but somehow it never penetrates her heart. Its like she will never understand it. You are lucky. Your love was atleast reciprocated. I had no such luck."
"No dude, you are lucky. You have no idea how bad it is to lose what you once had. You have never had it, so your pain will ease away. Don't lose heart. You have no memory of how glorious it felt to have her close and then to be reminded everytime that its gone forever. You are lucky Abhishek. For people like me, love is now just a picture inside a wallet." Rajesh pulled out his wallet, took out a picture, "This is all that I have of her now. Look at how sweet a thing I have lost," he smiled ruefully.
Abhishek was completely silent for a while and then he rose from the table, "I should go. You are right I am the kind who don't have the right to even die," he said somewhat heavily and left. Rajesh sat there looking at the picture.
Out on the street, Abhishek thought, "You have no idea that its more painful to never really have what you have." The girl in the picture was his wife.

WORMS..!!!

Opening a can of worms is no problem,
as long as there is no screaming,dropping the can and running away with arms flailing about involved!

:-D

What is a successful marriage?

Long ago, in a school debate, I had spoken out for arranged marriages. That was before I had ever seriously thought about what marriage would entail, at a time when I was just out of my teens and believed that some prince was waiting somewhere to whisk me off, with my parents blessings of course. But its been almost a decade since then and I have seen quite a few make ups and break ups in my friends' lives to understand what a relationship constitutes in today's world. It is simply not the same age old era where people put up with each other because they feel that is their destiny. In fact, destiny is an out dated word. Choice is the reality of today. No one needs to stay on in a marriage now and that is what has challenged all our known notions of marriage.

In our society we are still big on tradition, which is why the child maybe outgoing and outspoken in every other way, but when it comes to marriage, she/he is still expected to toe the family line. She/he is expected to settle with someone who the family selects. If you do that, you will forever be called the grateful child. A colleague had once put this into sharp focus when she talked about her and her brother. Her brother was always the obedient types while she had been the rebel. But while the brother married someone of his choice, she after having her fill of testing waters, settled for an arranged marriage. She jokes about how that one decision washed off all her past flaws in her parents' eyes.

We are told parents know best and when both sets of parents are in agreement, there will always be someone to salvage your marriage if there are some problems. That is a debatable thing. But the argument that I hear the most is that arranged marriages last, whereas love marriages generally end up in divorce. There are statistics to prove this too, I agree. But is longevity the only measure of a successful marriage?

I know of many couples who are married to each other just because they feel they have no other option. Life is a cycle of forced responsibilities and civilities and oh yes, the most important word of all - compromise. They say that is the most important thing in a marriage. Excuse me, have we confused adjustment and acceptance with compromise here? For according to me marriage is supposed to be a union of equal, mature individuals who share a life, without losing their individuality. But that is not the case I am told. Compromise is the word that ensures that marriages don't break up. But after a long day at work in a competitive world, does anyone have the time and energy for a compromise?

I know of couples who have been married for ages, but rarely talk with each other now. But for the society's purpose, theirs is a successful marriage. They haven't broken up and divided their children's life. A friend's grandparents chose to separate after all their children were settled. No they didn't divorce, they just started staying with different children. No divorce, so successful isn't it? There are some who don't talk to each other and their children act as go-betweens. There are others who lose their own identity (both female and male) to keep the marriage going. After all, if it lasts, its successful. Also families do bind these relationships, there is pressure to listen to them and stay together, so what if its killing you? Its gotta last.

I am not building a case here for love marriages or for divorce at the slightest provocation. What I am trying to say is that our idea of a marriage itself is skewed. Marriages are not made in heaven, you need to work them out here on this earth, no doubt about that. But what is a marriage really? Is it just something you get into because you are expected to? Is it something bound by the correct background, kundli alignment and surname? Is it a way to get sex with societal approval? Or is it something you get into because you want to share your life with someone? Because you found someone with whom you can relate to on an intellectual and emotional level? Is it about understanding and accepting a person unconditionally so as to be able to be a soul mate? Because if marriage is about meeting the match of your soul, it could happen anytime, in any way, with anyone. You don't need to go through countless profiles of ready for marriage 'fun loving, caring, blend of traditional and modern values' type of people on marriage websites to find the one. They just might happen to you.

But if they happen to you, families will probably tell you that it is an emotional/hormonal reaction. Umr ka takaaza hai. These things don't last and if they don't last they can't be successful can they? Well they might last if the couples don't always have it in the back of their mind that they have done something they shouldn't have and that they would have been better off had they listened to their relatives (sometimes this emotional blackmail continues even after the so called acceptance).

Longevity is a virtue in any relationship. But it can't be the sole factor to determine its success is what I feel. What is needed whether the match be arranged or love, is a mental connect. If you can relate to the person, if you feel that you can talk to that person any time of the day, if you think that you can handle waking up to this same face everyday, then I guess you have a shot at a successful relationship even if your mom thinks that he/she is not the dream catch. Call me a romantic if you will. But no point in getting married to please someone else, because those people will be long gone or far away, while you might have to remain 'stuck' with either a 'dutiful' bond or a failed relationship. The choice is always ours and a decision once made needs to be followed through, whatever be the ramifications, isn't it?

Happy Birthday

Hey people,

Its BIRTHDAY TIME at the Lounge today and our birthday boy is... LEO!

*Everybody sings Happy Birthdayyyyy to youuuuu*

Vinu (as I call Leo)... is the bestest friend one can ever have. I have never seen someone who cherishes 'Friendship' so much! When he became my friend, there was not much we could talk about... since he is a li'l shy! :P

But once we started talking...oh boy, there was no stopping. Now we just talk about anything and everything! He is a sweetheart... always been there for me! He calls himself an amateur poet but I believe he is the Poetry King! Vinu, I know you love pulling my leg and I love going ROFLMAO over it! :P

May God bless you with all the happiness that you deserve and even much more! :)
We all love you for what you are...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!


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LOL again :-)

Sandeep: Doctor, Are you sure Ste is fine?
Doctor: 200% sure! Still if you are insisting, I will check once more.
Sandeep: Please doc.
Doctor: Look Ste. What is this?
Ste: A doll
Doctor: Yes!! Good, my boy! And this?
Ste: A camera
Doctor: Brilliant! Now, what about this?
Ste: *Blushes* The thing to be used for family planning
Doctor: Very good, my "know it all" boy! And who am I?
Ste: Ramu the monkey! My best friend. I love you!
Doctor: Uh...oh...I was wrong. We have a problem here.

LOL returns!

Sandeep: Look at this Ste. What is this?
Ste: A banana
Sandeep: Good. Now tell me what is this?
Ste: Mangoooo
Sandeep: Excellent...Very good. And this?
Ste: Brinjal
Sandeep: Bravo! You seem to be fine. Then why do you keep on shouting "Ghost! Ghost" the moment you see your reflection in the mirror?

just thinking aloud...

i don't expect him to call..
nor do i call & nag him.
but when we talk, we talk for hours..
forgetting the world,
forgetting ourselves,
and not bothering how time flies.
we laugh, we fight, we plan, we gossip..
"WE!"the word sounds so good when i say it..

his looks, attitude, attire, everything appeals to me
i could even keep looking at him,
and hearing his voice till eternity!
but i don't tell him.
i don't tell anyone..
Yet, somewhere i think he knows too.
and maybe he thinks of me as much as i do..
because when he looks at me & i catch his eye,
i can see it tell me a thousand things..
of affection, of attraction, of love..

kuch to keh rahi hai hawaein

..kuch to aaj keh rahin hai yeh hawayein..

..kuch to shararat to kar rahin hai fizayein..

..sab mand-mand muskura si rahin hai..

..mere sawaloon ko uljha si rahin hai..

..kya yeh kisi meethi si khushi ka ehsaas hai..

..ya phir se boondo ko tutne ki pyaas hai..

..in patthon main simti yeh kaisi yaadein hai..

..in rahon par padey yeh kaise nishaan hai..

..yeh kis ore sab ishara si kar rahin hai..

..mere umeedon ko yeh saza si rahin hai..

..kya yeh kisi meethi si khushi ka ehsaas hai ..

..ya phir se boondo ko tutne ki pyaas hai..

..kyon badloon ki haasi itni bheki hai..

..kyon phoolon ki khusboo inti mehki hai..

..kaise hai yeh khwaab jo dikha si rahi hai..

..mere ankhon ko need se uthaan si rahi hai..

..kya yeh kisi meethi si khushi ka ehsaas hai ..

..ya phir se boondo ko tutne ki pyaas hai..

Independence or interdependence?

Today is exactly one year since the last independence day. but it's pretty much the same (feels like deja vu actually!
i wake up early to realise it's a holiday, squat around the house lazily, reply to all those "happy independence day" messages, switch on the tv and while away the whole day in front of it! "what better way can u celebrate ur freedom?", i ask myself! :)

All the channels telecast special programs- new movies, interviews, dance shows... ( hardly connected to the independence day.. unless u consider Salman khan without his shirt as his decision to be independent) "well, it suits me", i say and continue watching the programs!
But unfortunately for me, i come across a channel where the prime minister is trying to give some sort of a speech and my dad insists on hearing it. so i leave the tv set with daddy n look for something else to do. i try reading the newspaper; but it's the same old stuff again _ ppl celebrating, stories of good old days (or probably bad old British days!, interviews, etc.

So i think, instead of wishing me 'happy independence day', you could wish me 'happy any other day'!
Hey but wait a minute! i cant be such a lame loser. i gotta think of a way to make this day more meaningful. so i sit with pen in hand and think....

India was already independent when i was born. "so i'm totally an independent freak", i think..

And suddenly, the power goes off and my room becomes dark and still.. i start cursing the electricity board by all obscene names i can recollect and grope around the house for a torch light. but since i don't fancy keeping things at it's proper place, i do the usual thing- "mom! can u get me the torch light please?" and i hear the familiar response- " oh, u always keep asking me to get ur things! why cant u be more independent?"

Irritated, i decide to go out for a drive and bring bhel puri! but today being my very lucky day, my scooty does not start. i once again recollect all the obscene words and tell it to the scooty. i call it a pig that has eaten rat droppings. but yet, the scooty wouldn't start. i try to find whats wrong with it for some three minutes. but since my mechanical knowledge is nut sized, i telephone the mechanic and ask him to service it tomorrow.

I go back into the house and stare at my mobile phone which now says - LOW BATTERY, and gets switched off!
by then mom lights a candle and i sit beside it with nothing to do, but a whole lot of things tothink about.

I realize I'm not independent. in fact, nobody is!
I need the electricity board to give me a good night's sleep, i need a mechanic to help me travel, i need my mother to fetch me a simple torch light and i need a mobile phone to lead my whole fast paced life...

So i decide, i'm not an independent individual after all.. ! but somewhere i remember studying something about 'inter-dependency' in my primary school...
then i smile and wish myself a happy interdependence day :)

luv,
yeshu :)

Kaminey : Movie Review

Directed By-
Vishal Bharadwaj

Produced By-
Ronnie Screwala

Featuring-
Shahid Kapoor, Priyanka Chopra, Amol Gupte..


The much awaited and the most talked about movie of 2009 releases this week and it quite simply lives up to all the hype that surrounded the movie before its release. Directed By Vishal Bharadwaj, Kaminey makes up for all the lousy movies that released this year and for once you feel, "What- a- movie". Kaminey just goes on to score in every department may it be direction or the Music. Vishal Bharadwaj this time around has written a terrific script, outdoing his previous critically acclaimed Omkara. Kaminey in simple words is a complete package where in every tiny character does its bit to impress you.

Kaminey's main protagonists Charlie and Guddu(Shahid Kapoor) are twins who have quite some amusingly distinguishable characteristics when it comes to their natural way of communication. Charlie, a local thug who lisps and pronounces S as F and Guddu is a small NGO worker who stammers while he talks. Both of whom live on different dreams and values are seen fighting it out in their respective fields. Guddu's life enters a mess when gets his girl friend Sweety(Priyanka Chopra) pregnant and after much persuassion decides to marry her and much to add to his agony finds out that she is the sister of a local gangster-politician Bhope Bhau(Amol Gupte). Charlie on the other hand during one of his criminal prowl gets his hand on a guitar box that contains cocaine worth 10 crore's. From here on is when the lives of Charlie and Guddu intertwine making the plot even more interesting and engrossing. The unusual twists and turns right till the climax is something for you to watch it yourself.

The script of Kaminey is gripping and engaging too. The main thing which will blow your minds with Kaminey is its stunning dialogues that will sound serious and funny at the same time. The highlights of the movie are the actors and the bang on casting. IfShahid Kapoor impresses you with both Charlie and Guddu, Priyanka Chopra marks her presence by her bold-marathi girl's character. And for the people who had just heard of Amol Gupte and not seen him, you can see a top notch performance in his very debut movie playing Bhope Bhau. Kaminey is so skillfully made that even a few slow scenes are covered up by some stunning performances.

The music of Kaminey is Marvellous, may it be Dhan Te Han or the thought provoking song Fatak that has a AIDS awareness theme to it, all of them score full points.

Vishal Bharadwaj's magic is going to work yet again.

I will go with 9 BOP's out 10 for Vishal Bhardwaj's Kaminey.






And that simply makes it a **Must Watch**.


Reviewed by,
Raghav Ramaiah

~Originally posted at TalkingPopcorns.com

P.S: Yet another request, to provide a movie review link on the lounge.
I hope to see it soon.

62 YEARS OF INDEPENDENT INDIA :

"At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom."

AUGUST 15, 1947; MIDNIGHT-"A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance."

THE INDEPENDENT SOVEREIGN INDIA IS BORN.

I pay my solemn homage to all those patriots who sacrificed their lives so that we could have the freedom that we are enjoying today.

JAI HIND !!

I dedicate this post to the great men and women who displayed the courage of standing up to the brutal repression and achieved solidarity in the face of the divisive power.

JAI HIND !!! JAI HIND !!!!!

originally posted in livespark.blogspot.com

A day to pledge

India celebrates it’s 62’nd independence day today. I think that it’s now time for us as a country to not just remember this day as a day of great sacrifices made by our freedom fighters but also see to it how India can be built going forward. Though here’s a question I would like to ask all of you… Would our freedom fighters who gave their life for our nation be happy seeing the state of our nation today? Forget freedom fighters, would somebody like a Vikram Batra be happy today? If you don’t know him then shame on you, immediately google and find out…What better day to do it anyway. Coming back to the answer of my question though, it would be a big NO!

I honestly believe instead of parading our jawans and saying Jai Hind three times on top of one’s voice atop the Lal Kila is just not enough. I know the P.M also makes some genuine statements of what he is going to do in the near future…but is it enough? Does that mean things like malnutrition would end? …Gap between the rich and the poor would narrow, terrorism would be eliminated soon? I could go on and on about the issues facing our country…Does that mean all will stop? Why is there no execution of a plan in India? If we as software engineers fail to deliver in a project that we are working on, we are shown the pink slip the next day, why not our ministers likewise? Where does the accountability come from? Is there any accountability anyway?

I am also not denying the fact though that we as young individuals also have a role to play. India has an advantage over other countries as in 60-70 % of our population is young.So the future does look bright if you do look at it that way. But then one can't really shy away from the fact that India still is a poor country.The young population that we are talking about... out of that 40 % are actually unemployed and poor.There are floods , there is drought, there is farmer suicide...Many such things which face our country today.

Really these are issues, issues to be thought about in this particular day, not only this day , in general too, but the point being that after 62 years of being independent, India still remains a poor country and that’s a fact.Though I am not a pessimist ... I think India does have a good future but that can only be done if we empower the needy in this country.

So,When you go outside on the streets today, there will be this kid on the road side having flags or a batch of flag in his hand. Buy that. You will serve three purposes by doing that

1. Wear that batch on your sleeve. A form of patriotism.
2. You would have helped that little kid earn something.
3. You would have at least done something on Independence day and not just have treated it as a mere holiday.

Two Words. Jai Hind!

Happy Birthday Son

Raising his head high he muttered,
" Happy Birthday son"
The young boy standing near by saw an old man standing on a lonely road,wishing happy birthday.Startled he came closer to him and asked,"" Whom are you wishing,there's nobody,where is your son old man".. He smile through his aged eyes ,raising his wrinkled hand he pointed his finger in the opposite direction.Boy dragged his eyes in that direction and far away he saw,the magnificent India gate shimmering flamboyantly amidst azure sky.

**********Happy Independence Day **********

the search for the answers contiue

Check this new pic out!
*original post at http://anirbansaha.wordpress.com

Cricket Quiz - 1

From now on I'll be hosting the cricket quiz in WL. Rules of the Quiz.

The Quiz will be posted every Friday and the answers to the quiz must be sent to me via email ( christopherdavid007@gmail.com ) on or before Wednesday. Therefore the last day for this quiz is 19th. Please write in the subject WL cricket quiz.


The answers will be published every Friday with another set of questions along wit
h the winners of previous quiz.


That is all. So go ahead and break your head. The first Quiz is easy. :D

So here goes,
1.) Who invented the famous 'Doosra'?


2.) Which Aussie captain said, "If you get Dravid, Great. If you get Sachin, Brilliant. If you get Laxman, it's either a mistake or a miracle." ?

3.) Name the only captain to have declared his team's innings when he was batting and not out in the nineties (93*).
[HINT - It happened in the first test between Pakistan and Sri Lanka in 1991-1992]


4.) Which Indian batsman holds the record for most test innings before scoring a double century?

5.) Who is this former English skipper?

Send your answers to my mail id( christopherdavid007@gmail.com ) last date for sending answers is 19 Aug till 8PM.

Sponsored by - Poshin's World.

Girl and Boy

 Day 1

Girl: Hello 

Boy: Hi

*Keeps looking at her*

Girl: Why are you looking at me? 

Boy: *Dazed*

Because...you look ....pretty

Girl: But you cant keep looking like that

Boy: Hmm...ok! 

*Gets angry and walks away*

Day 2

Girl: Hi

Boy: Hi

*Turns his face away*

Girl: Why arent you looking here? Why are you ignoring me?

Boy: What exactly you want? Yesterday you told me not to look at you, today...

Girl: *Teary eyed* I am Sorry...

Boy: No

Girl: Pleaseee!! 

Boy: Hmm...ok! 

*Both hug!*

Swine Flu

Who are you?
You replace our worst nightmare
And make us to stare
In vague – we have no clue!

Who are you?
You make us hate the air we inhale
The cure is nothing but stale,
You came to kill – Swine Flu!

---

Superstar

The room was pitch dark when he entered. A spotlight lead him to her.The dark red silk dress accentuated her perfect curves but it was her radiant face that amazed him.

“Gosh! You look as stunning as any Superstar” he muttered as he hugged her.

She smiled,with a little less joy though.She wasn’t sure if she was a star of his world or the glamour world.

Warning !!! Highly Inflammable - Tweet Thots

Is it blood ?

Or just gasoline ?

Whats that coming out of my pumping core ?

'Cos

Everytime I feel your eyes on me,

The spark sets off all my veins on fire...

P.S. - he he.... Wat can i say.... felt twitterish on this cold night... had to twittify my random thots...

Holiday cut short

His vacation had ended abruptly. Twenty seconds ago he could see the beautiful blue. Balancing on his surf board like a pro. Even the pain had gone now and the blackness slowly seemed to settle down. How did the sharks come to shore? No coastguards, no signs, no signs from above, all seemed so unfair.

Sleep Until You Go To Bed..!!

1.55pm, at my place.

I woke up to a brassy thud of my main door one week day. I strained my eye-balls to the corners of the eye to catch the clock but in vain. If you din’t know- laziness finds its nest in me ; I’m lazy in everything except in ‘being lazy’. So the question in hand was- how would I check the time, without actually doing as strenious a thing as lifting-my-head-and-rotating-it-towards-the-clock?

I set out with my analysis-

2 thuds per-day – both by Dad – morning or lunch time? – not morning, I couldn’t smell a Body Spray – so- lunch time – 1.30 to 2 – Dad’s office is 5 mins away - The time is 1.55 pm. I’ve slept for 14 hours – record-breaking stuff. Wow..!!

My phone vibrated like a ghost from under the pillow. – “Hello!” I sounded alert.

“Dude, me Roshan. Where are you?” You Idiot

“I’m in the Indian Institute of Science (IISc) preparing the software part of our project work.”

“That’s great. I’m in NIIT - ‘Networking’ class.” Bullshit

“That’s great!”

“I’ll meet you in an hour in IISc.” Get lost

“Nope. I’ll meet you in NIIT in an hour.” I announced putting my vocal chords into unnecessary strain.

“Nope. Let the place be Barista.” He finalised.

As I put down the phone, I raised my left hand to fetch the TV remote. Rambo on Star Movies. Lovely! With my slothful right hand I fetched the cold-coffee which I suppose would have been Hot-coffee when it was kept there. When people ask me questions like- “ Don’t you exercise? How bad?” and stare at me disgustingly, I have a few ready-made words- “ I meditate for 14 hours followed by some finger exercises ( with my TV remote), then my arms ( by moving it to and fro, in and out of my mouth), my neck ( which shuffles repetitively between the TV screen and the coffee mug) and finally my legs ( basically by stretching them).”

Anyway, as the movie was interrupted with commercials of a tooth-paste-with-salt thing, I decided to head to the bathroom in search of my tooth brush.



1.55pm, at Roshan’s place.

“Bah bah black sheep, hav………..” he sang, abrupty paused and sprung out of bed like a clown. He threw a glance at the clock and yawned. “I’ve slept for 16 hours straight. Wow!” he told himself and continued- “ my dream… oh.. my dream… “ he tried to recollect. After 120 seconds, his bulb glowed as he could picture his abruptly ended dream- 3 ghosts with invisible bottoms surrounded him, manufacturing scary faces at him. Just then a saint entered from nowhere ( like Rajnikanth) chanting- “Omm Sai Baba …. Omm Sai Baba..” He rested his arms over Roshan’s shoulder and adviced- “ My boy, chant a bhajan to praise Baba and he will take care of the ghosts.” Wasting no time, Roshan began- “ Ba-Ba Black sheep…..” and that’s when he woke up.

Anyway, he came back to the real world and retrieved a cup of tea which was placed on his book/tea-stand. He found his phone and dialled-

“Hello?”

“Dude, me Roshan. Where are you?” he enquired.

“I’m in the Indian Institute of Science (IISc) preparing the software part of our project work.” Bullshit

“That’s great. I’m in NIIT - ‘Networking’ class.”

“That’s great!” You dumb-head

“I’ll meet you in an hour in IISc.”

“Nope. I’ll meet you in NIIT in an hour.” Get lost


“Nope. Let the place be Barista.”




1 Hour Later

Barista was empty enough at 3 in the afternoon. A few tables were occupied though, with couples trialing each other’s faces. I found a seat, ordered some weird-named coffee and stared at good looking faces indiscriminately. Meanwhile Roshan rushed in hurriedly and sat facing me. He hooked his eye-brow and asked- “ IISc?”
I nodded and copied his hooking-the-eye-brow-thing and shot back- “NIIT?”
He nodded and looked away. Letting a few minutes of silence go by, I looked at him, bounced my eye-brows as if to ask him- “What?” for which he returned a half-closed eye. With all this non-sense, a third eye could easily mistake us for two dons finalising a murder or something. Anyway, another minute of silence passed and I cleared my throat and asked- “ How long?”

“What ‘how long’?”

“Ok. Me 14 hours.” I winked.

“Yup. Me 16 hours.”

“damn…” we lifted our mugs.

“Sometimes we stay up so late that we have our morning coffee just before we go to bed.”

The backbone..

Doctors,Engineers,Chartered Accountants make our country.That's all we know.But somehow we forget about the people who are our backbone.This is just a small attempt to make everyone remember that backbone.The people who make this world a better place to live in for all of us..

To the people who make me feel safe..


"The Soldiers"


Sweaty on the head,
With metal in his hands,
All he could see was,
Blood on the sand..

It's was so long,
Since he was there,
He killed enemies,
Without any fear..

A land with scorpions,
Was now his home,
He was still fighting,
And he was not alone..

He shot bullets,
He went out of his mind,
As he missed his wife,
And his innocent child..

He missed his family,
He missed everyone,
He missed all the love,
He missed the fun..

Still he had no grudges,
Had nothin to complain,
He had all the peace,
He forgot the pain..

For he always knew,
He was serving his motherland,
Making the nation safe,
He was the helping hand..!!

'NEW'

New day
New beginning
New start to everything
Smiles spreading happiness around
All joy
I see
People smiling
Roaring to witness new
Day full of experiences

Galore

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A lost goodbye

I'm over at the airport,

gazing out through the window.

I'm lost deep in my thoughts

of flying and leaving you below.

It breaks my heart to know,

you didn't even say a goodbye.

But before I'm miles above,

I just want to hear a goodbye.

I look at my cell phone,

it stares back at me.

An empty terminal, all alone,

waiting for your goodbye.

I stand and grab my coat,

looking all over for you.

My briefcase and my ticket,

my spirits still pale blue.

I hand over my ticket,

as I take a look around.

And I start to think about

my last goodbye sound.

Soon I will be hosting the cricket quiz in WL.

LIFE...!!!

Beauty
Is not the world
It’s the heart you live with
Enjoy it as the way you see
Its life..!!!

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WAITING...!!!

Sensing the fresh breeze
I wait amidst the flowers
For warmth of your hug

Flitting reflexions

Dark inside, all that’s visible is
the innumerable dotted windows of the train, somewhere distant
that’s running parallel to our bus.

It’s raining heavily,
the window’s pale, with condensed water droplets coming to life
one an easily write his name on the window
I wrote “Anirban”...
The rain was splashing against the window pane.

Someone wants to relieve me of my pain
Someone wants to soothe the scars
Someone plain jealous
Suddenly there was light

I could see the heads , swinging with every move of the bus...
Ignorant of the beauty that lied outside their shut windows...
But as the bus behind us overtook us, the headlight wasn’t available and we plunged into darkness again...

Why so? Why this?
How much should I prove myself?
Is life all about proving oneself?

I turned to my left, tried to spot the train…
only to find that we were far behind from the train.
The train had raced much ahead of us...
While we still remained in the darkness

Let the rain get over, we will speed up,
That was all that could console us.
While the passenger beside me rubbed the pane to get a clear view of the outside.

Life ......... Death

Voices if siren
Cries of people
Silent my tears
Eyes closed with fear
Heart getting wild shivering my mind
And there I hear a voice
Between those cries
Voice pulling me itself so strong
I was hard to beleive
But I had to leave
As dawn falls just before the dusk
I felt something
But could see nothing
I want to cry i wanted to speak
But my eyes were shut my lips were sealed
And then I saw him
A shiny angel casting his spell on me
As they touch my heart
The spell made me at relaxed
But I hope for death
He came near and said
' You are still alive you are not dead '
So I nodded my head
A tear rolled down as
I was alive but I feel so dead !

-illusiOn~

I am sorry guys I know I am posting here after couple of months and even after a long time i am posting a very ordinary piece but beleive me I am not fine.. I hope by this poem you can easily understand what I am facing..

Champu's Story

I started up with a jerk. Where was I? Looked like a train. I was sweaty. I sat up. My jean's bottom portion was covered with sand. I looked at my mobile and saw the last dialled number. It was Champi. A gust of pain somewhere within and then memories came rushing in. It was the same depressing feeling I had when I failed first time in school. Whenever you wake up all your pain rushes in. I thanked my friends for dumping me in the train. But I did not want to go. Not now. There was nothing back there. I had to go back. I looked down, the other people turned their eyes away. Probably dismissing me as a unruly drunkard who didn't know when to stop. Slowly edging my way I looked myself in the mirror and lit a cigarrette. My face was flushed. It took a while to gather my self. Almost night now and the pain was not going down. Network I called Champi, she sounded weak. "

"Can I come back"

"no"

I put down the phone and leaned out of the train door. No, the pain wasn't going down.

A station came. Looked like a village. I couldn't take the pain of going away any more. I took my bag and jumped off.

Friday was a beautiful day for me. Champu and Champi met after a long wait. Only one of them waited though. Then they had food and then they went to a disc. They drank and made merry, laughed and smiled. Champu looked at Champi and nothing else mattered.Champi was in mood. She gave'chamat' and then'chumma' in rapid succession. Who remembers the 'chamat' champu thought.Champi went to see, danced around and her smile of God showed light to Champu. They went home.

Next day, Champi came late.Champu sat at bar. Beers came dashing down and some whiskey too. Champi went away when they finally met, before Champu could come to senses. Champu stood there staring at her window, tears welled down his eyes. Champi never came down. Champu's friends took him away as tomorrow he had to go back. He drank all night and wondered how would he catch the train.

OVERRATED..!!!

I travel this world,
Wild and free.
In search of this divine feeling,
Deep within my heart,
I see, that that kind of heaven is overrated.

I get lost several times,
The map torn and strewn,
Just like the way my heart is,
I search for the right path that will lead me back to you,
Deep within my soul,
I know, that this path is overrated.

I stumble upon the edgy rocks,
I am scared to step on them,
The fall would be painful,
But I am so numb
I don’t feel the pain,
Deep within the hole in my chest,
The pain resides, with the power to hurt no more.
And I feel, the pain is also overrated.

I roll along the thunder,
Against the hard lashing rain,
Oh ! they stinge so bad on my skin,
That they turn white and cold,
Just like the picture,
Deep within my memories,
That slowly fades away.
And I see, even those memories seem over rated.

I swim across the ocean,
To find you standing at the shore,
To see that beautiful smile on your face
And I try to fight off that image so sore.
Deep within my mind
I find, the smile of yours over rated.

I know the love sinks,
To the bottom of the ocean,
Like a heavy chest that is worth a lifetime,
I would dive deep down and bring it back
But deep within my senses,
I know, that this effort for you is also overrated..

It's my turn...

To the love of my life..

A n a N y A


Your beautiful dimples took my heart away,
The magical smile made my love sway..
Lost in you,your innocent eyes i saw,
I smiled as i was left in an awe..

I never felt the way I was feeling,
I was confused,I had no single clue..
It took me some time but I discovered,
I was already head over heels in love with you..

It was you in my heart,You in my soul,
I thought 'Without her i would just be a mole'..
Your gorgeous smile was all over my mind,
With your gesture so humble,Your voice so kind..

I kept thinking,I kept dreaming about you,
I wanted you even if the moments were a few..
My heart was beating to the rhythm of your name,
I was wondering if you were feeling the same..

My hidden attraction was now the love of my life,
My heart called you mine,My heart called you my wife..
I couldn't believe i was in love,I was feeling this way,
I wanted to call you mine,My feelings I wanted to say..

The day came,'I think I've started loving you',I said,
'You think?',came from you wondering if I was afraid..
'I love you',I said as it came all from my heart,
'I love you too',You said nervously and we had a start..

Sweetheart,Since then I've always been the happiest man ever,
You've been with me in my thich and thin,You've been there forever..
It's my turn to make you feel special,It's my turn to be there,
I promise i'll be with you with all of my love and care...

Every 17th Day, a Death

Every 17 days, a death in a village and would that actually make any sense for us? Well, if you life in the west where the Swine flu has gripped the whole, you would say that it was the swine flu but no, it's not the Western countries but countries from the East making it not swine flu but something spiritual. The village is called Amloh, about 600 killometers in Haryana's Yamunagar district where it is said that it is a cursed village where one person dies every 17 days. 

This has been happening for the last four to five months and every 17th day, one person dies. A fear has gripped the village that it will happen again, forcing them to go off their daily works such as quiting vegeterianism, alchohol and many of their daily routines. A local man named Kuldeep Singh from that village told Times of India: "The world may not believe this but we have lost five perfectly healthy persons. One just dies every 17 days. We are hoping nothing happens to any of us this time. Maybe Kherha Devta (the presiding deity) is unhappy with us. Somebody must have done something very wrong, landing us in this mess."

This all began from May 13th when Ruliya Ram was found dead in her bed at the age of 55. The villagers have confirmed to see her fine the day before but the next day she was gone. 17 days later, Seema Devi died from brief illness. 17 more days later, 22 -year old Rahul died and another 17 days later Dharma Pal died on July 3rd. The last one to die was Raman Kumar, 19-year old from a minor chest infection. It was said that he collpsed to the floor after eating the meal and there before they could even take him to the hospital, he was found dead. 

Today is another 17th day and the villagers are praying for this to stop. 

 

 

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MoM - July 2009

Dear Members,

We are proud to announce that Aarthi aka Artz is our Member of Month for July 2009. The Results are as follows.

#1. Aarthi (7 Votes)

#2. Freelancer (3 Votes)

#3. Roshwrites (1 Vote)

#4. Bard - (1 Vote)

Congratulations to the winners. Winner will get the MoM badge soon.

The Following members are being considered for MoM- August 2009 based on their recent activities at the Lounge -

1. Arun Kumar
2. Rush_me
3. Freelancer

4. Sugandha aka ysoserious
5. Pretty Prats aka PS
6. Arv

7. Abhrajit aka H

8. Vidisha

The selection is purely on the basis of their activity at the lounge during last month.

The voting process will continue to be the same wherein the members are required to mail their option to writers.in.lounge@gmail.com

Please send in your doubts or queries to our mail id. Our Admins would clear your doubts, if any.

Remember we need to select the best.

Cheers,

The Writers Lounge Team.

MoM of Writers Lounge since October 2008.

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May 2009 - Hashan

June 2009 - Arun Kumar

July 2009 - Aarthi

Have a great month ahead!

She..

Dark eyes,black clothes,she hides behind her shadows.Got skeletons in the closet and all over the house.Every door,she locks it,and tucks the key away in her spider web blouse.And when she walks by people gape at her like she's insane.They don`t hear her cry,they don't know her pain.She lays down at night soaking in misery.What a terrible life ,she has no choice but to lead.No one sees the ebony tears of mascara run down her face.They judge her a misfit,a misshappen disgrace.But she feels just like all the rest,even though she didn't pass the high social status test.Most dont even bother with the courtesy of treating her like a human being.It`s amazing how so many blind claim to be seeing.But one day they're all gonna walk into a wall.One day they`ll know what it`s like to be her. One day they're all gonna fall.Until then she`ll wait and endure their scorn.To them her first mistake was being born.But its ok she has her shadows to hold close.It`s all she can count on and all she'll ever know.
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S: I am new to this place.I'm Tschang and I love writing and I believe that I can learn a lot from you people .I actually never knew how to join this lounge.Finally my eyes grabbed the writers.in.lounge id at top and I would like to thank the admin for inviting me here.

Next time,
Tschang H

A visit to Sevadham

i want to write this post on friendship day but due to some work iam not able to post it.today i got some time so i thought to write this post as soon as .

on friendship day everyone wishes their friends and gave gifts and do parties and masti on this day with their friend's .i also wishes my friends but, i didn't do any party on this day because me and my group ATHAK PRAYAS went to Sevadham Asharam on this day from last 2 year's.
iam not able to go there last year but this year i went there .

now something about Sevadham
it is the place run by Mr Sudhir Bhai Goyal ,here all the person's who left their home or their children or their relatives forced them to leave the home stayed.also children's who have no father ,mother stayed here and also mental and other patient .

Mr Goyal serve them very well and they are like their father who gave them food and shelter .
my group usually went there ,but we decided 2 year's back to go there on every friendship day .

On every friendship day we did there something different,one time we gave them clothes and other essential daily life items.

last time we gave them food of one time

and now this time we decided to do something for the children's of the Sevadham .
we thought to make their birthday ,so we bring cake there and we celebrate the birthday of all the children's together .the children's were so happy and enjoyed a lot and after that we also visited and meet other people there and we found a old man who sings very well and he knows lot of songs.iam really impressed by him ,and i thought when i saw the old people there that they serve their children very well gave them good education and still their children did this to them.

from this post i request all the lounger to help this people because i thought there will be at least one sevadham in your city so go there and spent a day with them and then saw the happiness on their face.

to know more about ATHAK PRAYAS visit this blog....http://athakprayas.blogspot.com/

The Drag

In response to Arv's post: The Winter Sun

His hands trembled along with the line. He did not want to shift his sight from those twinkling pair of eyes. He stared as she bit her lips keeping that smile on. He wanted to hold her – a sudden drag – the harbor seal had the better of him – next moment, he was gasping for air!

In case you mates just argue on the size of a harbor seal!! :P :P

AAOOO

why is the lounge so silent today.

today even I want to be silent

silent silent all day in silence

silence is eating me up now

now is the time to start again

again let the sun shine bright on us

us,them and anyone in sight

sight growing dimmer but hearts still on fire

fire of hope, hope to see her again

again is this vain or is it my pain

pain go away I am ready for the other day

Block-Free

I am suffering from what is known as the "Writer's block". I saw Artz's loop poetry and was so fascinated that I asked her about it. She instead told me to come with a loop poem on Writer's Block. So then, with some help and guidance from Artz ..I came up with this :)



You go on surfing various blogs
Blogs that show the update
“Update yours”, she pleads
Pleads on top of her voice

Voice that echoes in me
Me who has a “Writer’s Block”
Block which ain’t allowing me to write
Write something new and happening
“Happening”...Guess that’s what’s lacking

Lacking is the time
Time is such a lame excuse
Excuse not to write a word
Words which sadden and amuse

Amuse us when we are lazy or bored
“Bored to death” I am, is that the reason?
Reason which is again such a lame one
One which puts me to shame

Shame should not stop me, oh c’mon
C’mon dude, Pick up the pen
“Pen is mightier than the sword, right”
“Right it is”, I hear an echo
Echo your flow of words now, Will you?

You asked me to write
Write what I have been feeling
Feeling that Writer’s Block
Block that messed everything
Everything that is now sorted out…

Thanxs Aarthi :)

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I wish I had a Time Machine

Sometimes I just wish I could go back in time and
change things.
Sometimes I wish I would pocess a time machine...
So that I could go back and undo the things I did.
So that she would not get so irritated.
She would not run home, If I didn't reek that day.
Trying to forget makes you remember more.
Is this what was bound to happen.
Could I not be more sensible.
At least the girl would not be frightened.
Sometimes I can't help thinking.
If only she knew how badly I wanted to change that day
How badly I wanted to see her face again.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and change
things

The Winter Sun

Most of my friends here know that I love 55 fiction. Here is a new one that I just wrote a few minutes ago at my place. Wanted to share this at the lounge :)

The Winter Sun - Arv
 

It was a cold winter morning. He woke up, grabbed the pole and walked to the frozen lake for ice fishing expecting a long harsh day.

As he waited with the line, his eyes spotted her collecting winter berries nearby.

She saw him and smiled.

His world was filled with warmth from this magical sun.

SEX, LIES AND VIDEOTAPES..!!!!

Today was the day when I watched this MMS scandal that originated from my friends college. Well it was an MMS involving a girl and guy aftermath of their lust sessions ( as I would like to call it..!), and honestly it surprised me to see the girl being videotaped by her ‘then’ boyfriend which is now being made into an MMS and this spread around like a wild fire never to be ceased. And with clear cut facts the girl was being convinced by the guy to give him a blowjob.
With Indian standards and taboo following sex , lies and videotapes...i mean litrally , it got me wondering how the girl would face the wrath of the society? How is she going to walk around the college campus with her head held high when half the crowd in the college ‘got off’ on that clip? And how is she going to explain the ‘act’ to people in this already over exerting society where sex is still a hush-hush.?
I honestly thought that watching the clip was degrading thing to do..atleast from my side. I agree that more degraded act was from her ‘then’ boyfriend who passed around the clip to every known soul to him. But personally being a woman I pittied the girl in the video that resides in my cell phone. I could honestly hear every guy calling her a SLUT..!!
And I don’t even want to get started on what the girls had had their say in this topic..I guess its easy take pleasure in someones cause of misery.
I have never got around to think what exactly this word “slut” implicates, never actually understood what it meant.. Isnt the littral meaning of this word “slut” say “A promiscuous woman who likes excess of sex.?
It sure is the exact meaning but as far as the videotape was concerned the girl in it was not promiscuous or neither was into excess of sex ( I think) . The way I see it she was just having an intimate moment with her boyfriend at that instant of time.. I wonder what was wrong with it ?Or whats wrong with woman liking for sex.? I mean I have heard it munrous timesthat its against our Indian “culture” and the society doesn’t approve of it for the risks involved in it. But what with condoms and safe methods implemented which ward of STD’s.?
So there, sex becomes a individual decision and own personal choice. Anybody giving opinion against this is his own opinion which is not really going to make any difference. So coming back to the videotape,what I got to notice, repeatedly was, the girl being blamed for every act in which TWO individuals were involved. What about the man involved..why does he have toget get away with this? Wasn’t he supposed to have an equal part to play in the video? If I had it my way or knew either of them personally I would have atleast raised my voice against the men kind. The videotape,unfortunately, managed to reach the college authorites and higher end people who thought the tape was outrageous and ‘indecent’. They ended up rusticating both the guy and the girl involved and debarring them from college stating that they were a “bad influence”. And the last I heard was the tape being shown to the parents of the girl which according to them was horrifiying. Aftermath the girl moved away from the city and the guy headed back to Delhi from where he hailed.
Coming back to the main root of this problem : “the way society see it”.
Keeping the facts in mind, we know that youth of today are much more liberated and opinionated. And the population of three-fourth, that indulges in sexual acts are youths aged between 14 -20 year olds. Youth of today know that there is nothing here that is stopping them and boldly “sleep around” as it is said. But also there is this larger section of youth who aren’t as well informed on sex and we can probably blame it on lack of awareness and conservative thoughts of older generation. The much needed sexual education lacks that teenagers look forward to is made ‘unnecessary’ subject in schools and colleges. What the older generation needs to understand and do is arm their kids and the future generation with better knowledge and know-hows. Sex is spiritual and emotional and should be thought from home itself. We cannot turn a blind eye and deaf ears to the fact that gen-x teens are sexually active and will indulge in it for loads of factors that drive them to it. And the even worst part of it, some families inculcate that sex is bad and evil when hypocrisy breaks through in the form of pleasure in their own bedrooms. And if you want your child raised in the right way then communication is the key. I would urge parents to talk to their kids and connect with them. Listen and be supportive to them when they are in any problem or are in any kind of doubts. After all teenagers life is a little stressful and challenging. You could breakthrough that notion and make teenage the best part of their life. And as a parent you are the best to understand what your child wants.
As of where the society is concerned they should act a little more responsibly and reason out some doubts in their own minds. They have to understand that its not the girl who has to be blamed for all the time. Men are considered promiscuous throughout ages and its perfectly okay for a man to stray out of his boundaries. And woman are condemned for eternity for the same? Is that the value and tradition we re so proud of.? What with woman being liberated in this day and age where she can earn a livelihood and manage a home as well. Woman today have their own rights and own demands. I think the society should invest its time on better cause like eradicating dowry and helping rape and sexual harassment victims. Or we should call ourselves hypocrites as we worship goddess in the form of woman. We call our country our “mother” land and still we inflict evils on the fairer sex. We maim and torture them and take away their choice of life and their decision with life and marriage. Ah.! With all the gender bias in the country education an awareness on woman’s rights and her choice for sex and relationship is so needed.
And as for the word ’slut’ its highly inappropriate for any woman to be tagged that just because she likes her sexuality and is ready to flaunt it. Where man and woman stand on the same platform with same amount of capabilities and skills , a man can also be called a slut. I guess we re so used to the fact that men are designed to be promiscous and think that way.
This is a very interesting fact I came across that men, think about sex every 15 seconds..!
I mean this fact shocked me and got me disgusted as well that if woman possessed that amount of sexuality she is turned around and called as a ”slut” where in we have men who are standard sluts themselves. There is still so much restrictions that hold woman back that any signs of affliction imposed on her by a man is stated as her “upper hand” in this matter which is degrading and biasing.
By this I don’t mean any offence to the men section. Personally I know men who are okay with woman being a liberated self and respect their decisions. But sadly there is a large part of the men community who degrade and suppress woman in many different and numerous ways. And we are the individuals and WE constitute the society in making. So for the change to set in we need to change ourselves and be more considerate towards woman in this already over contemplated society.
And going back to the sex , lies and videotapes somethings are better kept in the bed room and only there. We should stop misusing that intimate moment u shared and stop degrading womankind with their weakness. And also woman should be a little more careful with use of videotapes in bedroom . I mean honestly you don’t need anybody to videotape you when u have a feeling of a lifetime pleasure…that is considered as an emotional journey for a woman., do you?

Untouchability Still in Rural Areas

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The Hindu system of untouchability is still in India's countryside even through there is the fear for law and rising reserchers have seemed to take off some of the devastating rules. These report is based on the National Law School of Bangalore which made a study on Protection of Civil Rights Act on untouchability funded by the Union social justice ministry. These methods were found in Andhara Pradesh, Karnataka, Madhya Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, Rajasthan and West Bengal.

Out of the 648 reserchers, 516 were not allowed in the temples and 151 were not allowed to take out processions of their deities. 581 were allowed drumbeat in marrige. 16% of the non-Dalits questioned about SCs (survey counters) being barred from temple activities. Out of those questioned, 13% refused to answer. With 591 invited for wedding feasts, the improvement was still stopped. Around 29% said they wait for others to finish eating before they can eat while 20% non-SCs said they expected SCs to clean the plates.

Many other rules such as these still exists and not to mention, the same lower class being affected till today. On the link below, you can get the complete results of the survey taken by the reserchers.
News From IndiaTimes

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Flashback | Final Part

Previously in our lives,

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Final Day-P1

Her Story

After Landmark, we thought of our next destination! Wonder why? Simple, because Grasshopper is habitual to flying around places… Lol!

We decided to go back to the beach. After Besant Nagar beach, it was time for Marina. A 10 minutes ride…and there we were! :) Sand, balloon-shooting, raw mangoes, ice-cream and chat-wallas…finally we were at Marina.

I could hear the sound of the waves,

Could he hear what my heart wanted to say?

Or was he lost gazing at the sea,

Making it keep to me what I see or what I feel…

We sat at a little distance from the water…yes, Penguin was going and this time Grasshopper wanted to talk to his Penguin.

He was sitting right next to me. My heart, for the first time, had stopped racing. Something was strange! I don’t understand why I feel so comfortable sitting next to him, talking to him about everything under the sun! We talked a lot… about our ex’s, about his girl, about our crushes, about us…our friendship!

The sun was setting…and with every setting ray of the sun…my smile contracted a little… I wanted to be with him… Sigh! He then played a few songs on his mobile…and we kept listening to them, sang together! :)

Then it happened what I dreaded…we fought! But this time, it was short-lived. I looked at him…his sunglasses comfortably placed above his forehead; amongst his messy hair…he was looking handsome! I really knew it by now, I would be missing him… I would be missing all this… I sat there…still…gazing at the endless sea… With every rising tide, the tears swelled in my eyes, almost obstructing my vision… trust me, I did not want to cry!

‘Artz?’ he called out.

Just then, a tear tricked down my cheek. I cried…

“I’ll miss you”, I said.

He held me close to him…told me how much he would miss me…about how much I meant to him… He came closer, but this time…just to set my kohl right…

I love this dupid, don’t I? We both love each other. But yes, we are destined to be friends, the bestestest, and the closest!

It was 7.20 PM…I had to leave! He dropped me at T.Nagar…as we walked towards the crossing… he said, “So, you are leaving, eh” and he punched his chest with his fist in the perfect SRK (Kal Ho Na Ho) style!

“I have to” , I said with a feeble smile.

We hugged…the most memorable hug ever…at the middle of the road…everyone saw us. At that very moment, nothing and no one mattered. He gently planted a kiss on my forehead that sufficiently justified how much he would miss me.

We silently bid good-bye.

I started walking towards my aunt’s place…I turned to look at him…he was there, standing, looking at me. I walked further…could not resist myself from turning back…he was walking, he had turned away. I was getting numb by now!

I walked more… but turned just the final time, with a wish in my heart to see him one last time, but he was gone… I stood there silent and motionless for a moment.

I turned again…just to reach my aunt’s place… a walk that seemed to have lost its meaning!

THE END OF A MAGICAL DREAM

His Story

The fear of separation is so vivid...it can only be realized when the time draws near. 12 hours, that was all she had, and me....i had just 3-4 of them. She would be gone....i knew that. But who would make my heart understand that? It thumps with her smile, stops with her look and races with her touch. For the last two weeks, my world revolved around her.
And now that she had to leave. All i could do was let my heart live on with the memories till she was back to recharge them again.

Marina Beach, Chennai
When people come to Chennai, this is one of the first places they visit. And tomorrow when she's leaving...i am taking her there. The height of irony. I tried to cheer up and bottle all the gloominess deep down inside me. After all, if i don't enjoy her company now...i might as well go home and cry. We held hands together and made our way to the beach. I didn't want to let go off her hand...nor could i, infact. :P

We roamed the sand, i shot balloons...yea yea i missed a few, much to her delight...
We sat closer to each other, nudging each other as though afraid of even the tiniest space between us. We chatted, we laughed. We spilled our secrets, we made wicked plans. We were the angels in heaven and the devils in crime. We listened to songs and sang along with it. We ate sugar candies and gazed at the sea. we fought over silly matters and made up asap. I ate snickers, she got the wrapper. She gave the killer look and i went into coma. She is HOT and i am COOL. she was my Penguin and me, her Grasshopper.

Sun, Sea, Sand and She....
The only thing missing was the band of musicians playing violins in the background. The sun was setting beyond the sea. She was going to miss me...i knew that for sure. I lay down on the sand and rested my head on her lap. She ruffled my hairs and smiled at me. I raised my hand and touched those lips....

I love that gal....we love each other..in a way that no friends ever loved before. Its a wonder isn't it? We come searching for love and then we end up loving each other's company and realise that sometimes its so, so much better to be with each other till the end than being lovers.

A tear trickled down her cheek.

'Damn you FL, i didn't want to cry today,' she exclaimed.

I held her close not wanting the moment to end.

We were destined to be friends. The bestest, the closest. Far better than Monica, Phoebe or Rachel could ever be....far closer than Joey and Chandler have ever been, far romantic than Ross and Rachel have ever been together.

It was getting late...we postponed as much as we could, but ultimately time had us checkmate. We made our way slowly to the autostand and dropped her at T.Nagar. Within minutes the dream would end. I hugged her tight. A hug that she would always remember. Looked at her face for one last time...i didn't want her to leave. I fought against the desire to kiss her lips and gave her a peck on the forehead.

Even before we parted i knew how much i would miss this crazy little psycho! She walked away and turned to wave at me.....i started moving...didn't want her to see my crumpled face when she turned back again. The clouds were gathering....i knew my guardian angel was up there somewhere. I just wish he heard me when i said 'i can take care of myself. go be with her. she deserves more than one.'

The magic in the air.... what about it? It would lay dormant until summoned upon again.

It has been 14 days since we met....and today for the last time, 'the sun rose and sets with her'

The Beginning of a Long Wait

P.S| I will miss you....till we meet again

And We're Back!

Smile Valley High officially returns again.

Here's if you want to recap or for new readers! : SVH

Episode 9:

Josh and Stella walked home talking and smiling at what each other said. They seemed to get along so well!

"This night is so perfect!" Josh said

"I agree" Angela mumbled.

"Well bye!" Josh said sadly.

"What?" Angela muttered puzzled

"Well we have reached your house. If you dont want to go..im ok!" Josh said

"Oh..umm....well...bye.." she mumbled

"Angel-a" Josh called out

Angela turned and Josh came closer to her.

"Yes?" she stammered

He moved closer and closer, both of them began breathing heavily. Every heartbeat was heard. Josh moved his lips closer to hers. She closed her eyes. His lips met hers and they kissed passionately till Angela realised she couldnt breathe.

"Bye" she said and ran away blushing.

"B-y-e" he said walking away dazed!

They had the most silent moment and a passionate one with no one watching! Or was it?

********

The sun shone brightly waking up a girl who was already awake. She yawned and lazed around.

"I dont want to go to school! " Stella murmered

But she knew that she had to go. So she got ready to leave. When she was leaving the phone rang. She rushed to pick it up.

"Hello?" she asked

"Is this Ste-lla?" the voice said

"Um..Yes im stella speaking. Whose on the line please?"

"Im Jus-tin" he said

"Oh..." she said angrily

"Hmm..Stella about last night..." he began

" Goodbye" the phone was kept and nothing but the beeps of disconnection were heard.

******

" Wait Stella! Please let me talk to you.." Justin said.

"Whaaat??" she grumbled

"Hmm....well about last night im really sorry because i actually was upset with..."

Justin i dont care. I know you for a day and i care no more whether you pounce on me! So please if youd stop that we'd both be happy ok?" she said and walked away

"I wish....but i just cant see you angry"

And Justin walked away with a pang of sadness and a tinge of sorrow!

********

"Hey Melissa!" josh said opening his locker.

"Hello" she said gloomily

"Hmm...whats up Mel?" he asked casually but not flirtatiously

"Nothing"

"Whats wrong with youuu??"

"I said nothing now leave me alone."

"Ok! sorry!"

"Oh wait! Why were you snorking with Angela last night!???" she asked

"Hmm..because i wanted to and its not your buisness!"

"Well..it is..because you were going hang out with me!"

"And by the way how did you crummy know i was with Ang!??" he asked " You followed me??"

She stared at him guilty. Then bent her head down and nodded shamelessly.

"You...." he began

FLASHBACK |The Last Day| Part - 1

Hey guys, this is just in case if you forgot who we are... We are back with another mush-filled one for you...Penguin and Grasshopper! :) Missed reading about us?? You can find us right here -
Post 1, Post 2,
Post 3, Post 4

HIS STORY-


There are moments in your life when you feel like fighting against time. And again, there are times when you just want time to fast forward in rapid gear so that you could meet her.
One thing was blatantly clear. Penguin was going away. soon. There i stood in the fourth floor of Citi Center scanning the heads of people downstairs. She was not there yet.....not yet. I knew it would be our last meet.

I woke up that morning to her call. Her voice sounded sexy.
'What the fuck is wrong with me? I just woke up and started being all mushy mushy'...
'Its not ur head, its ur damned heart that needs tweaking', my inner voice sneered.

'Wake up, its 8', she gushed.
'Hmm....woke up already.'
'You coming na?'
'Of course...meet me at Citi Center by 12.'

I showered, got dressed, raided the refrigerator....kewl, found pizza!
I raced down the street, nearly got hit by a lady in a scooty, but hehe...she fell down and i started to run again...
By 12.15 i reached and there was no sign of madammoiselle. ARV was supposed to pick her up.

I went to Inox and saw nearly every movie house full...Harry Potter on the other hand was fast filling...and it was supposed to start any minute. i rang her up and she said get two tickets. ARV won't be joining us.

Should i bang my head somewhere or should i release a sigh of relief? Lols!

She arrived, running like the wind. Though i was supposed to be angry at her, I couldn't help smile at the weirdo... We were already late...but that didn't matter. She was with me...let everyone else go to hell! ;)

HER VERSION -
Simon Webbe says in his song –
“You both just click in a minute,
Well, baby it’s the eye contact,
Smile like that,
Click, click and you’re rolling…”

Penguin has been feeling the same ever since she met this guy!
But, sigh… Penguin was going back…very soon.

I got up frantically that morning. The first thing my eyes searched for was my phone…I had to call him up! I dialed his number…we wished each other a good morning in those sleepy voices and then chalked out the plan for the day… I had to meet him at 12!

Damn, this Chennai traffic… you won’t find it when you desperately want to get late, but you will surely find it when you want to be with someone (that special someone) as soon as possible!! Finally, after numerous calls from Grasshopper, I shamelessly reached late. Yes, he called again.

“Where are you Artz?” he said sounding fairly irritated. Oops!

“I am on the road opposite to the Citicentre. I’m just there…” I said.
And just when I said ‘bye’, he instantly shot back saying, “Don’t you dare keep the phone down. Keep talking to me till you are here at Inox…and now, please run!”

I was gasping for breath as I entered the mall and searched for the damned escalator…Finally!
Whoooooooosshhh…and there I was… At the third floor of Citicentre, I saw him standing there…looking at me!!
Ahem ahem…as usual, I went speechless. Duh!! What’s wrong with me, I thought.

As his hands reached mine to hold them, my eyes were fixed on his face. He occasionally looked at me, and there I was…walking past everyone, just looking at him…happily!

HIS STORY -
The opening credits of the movie was over....

Who cares?? We were finally in.... death eaters were chasing muggles on-screen, while off screen we pushed people along so that we could reach our seats....erm...our corner seats :P

The movie was good....but as usual i was much more happy to be sitting next to her and she her smile and giggle. Today was the last time i cud be as close to her as i was now....by tomorrow she would me hundreds of kilometers away. I shoved that thought into the deepest part of my crap of a brain and just enjoyed the last moments!

Damn! Again the word 'last'.

She smelled great.

Erm...anyways the couple next to us were behaving as if Hermione fed the guy love potion. He was all over his date. I couldn't help looking at them from time to time. Penguin kept on pinching me to remind me to divert the attention to the real movie!!

The movie ended and time was slipping away from us. Holding hands, we went to Subway. Her hands were warm....they always are. Gosh! I was going to miss her like crazy! I love you God....for bringing her to me. And don't be flattered, i also very much hate you for taking her back so soon!

HER VERSION -

And we were finally out of the theatre after a comical Harry Potter…thanks to the couple next to us! :)

Now, it was finally time for lunch…but lunch where was the question! We checked the food court and we found Subway!! I know, it’s yuck…but then, anything is yummy when he is around! Did someone say hopelessly romantic!?! :P

We got our food and we had to search for a place to sit…phew! That was one heck of a job! Everywhere we saw, we could see people swarming in as bees… buzzzzzz! Ha ha!

After waiting for a few minutes, we finally managed to find a place to sit! Meanwhile, we talked about everything under the sun… like a ‘foot-long’ resembles what and jeez…hopeless!
He ate and I kept looking here and there (that’s when he was looking at me) and otherwise, you know where my complete attention was! :)

We had to finish off our food asap and now, we straightaway hit off to Landmark, the book store. For a few minutes, we walked from one end of the store to another…and hell, as always, found no good book! He suggested me a book – ‘Of course I love you till I find someone better’…he he! :P

We bought snickers…and then… we enjoyed a little bit of pushing, fighting and hair-pulling session, and we left! :)

(Part - 2 Coming Soon...)
P.S.: Penguin from Antartica and Grasshopper from Chennai wrote this post together! Thanks to Vodafone and the internet... :)

Untouchability Still in Rural Areas

Chotto Mind's Blog: Untouchability Still in Rural Areas

The Hindu system of untouchability is still in India's countryside even through there is the fear for law and rising reserchers have seemed to take off some of the devastating rules. These report is based on the National Law School of Bangalore which made a study on Protection of Civil Rights Act on untouchability funded by the Union social justice ministry. These methods were found in Andhara Pradesh, Karnataka, Madhya Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, Rajasthan and West Bengal.

Out of the 648 reserchers, 516 were not allowed in the temples and 151 were not allowed to take out processions of their deities. 581 were allowed drumbeat in marrige. 16% of the non-Dalits questioned about SCs (survey counters) being barred from temple activities. Out of those questioned, 13% refused to answer. With 591 invited for wedding feasts, the improvement was still stopped. Around 29% said they wait for others to finish eating before they can eat while 20% non-SCs said they expected SCs to clean the plates.

Many other rules such as these still exists and not to mention, the same lower class being affected till today. On the link below, you can get the complete results of the survey taken by the reserchers.
News From IndiaTimes

Love Aaj Kal : Movie Review

Directed By-
Imitiaz Ali

Produced By-
Saif Ali Khan and Dinesh Vijan

Featuring-
Saif Ali Khan, Deepika Padukone, Rishi Kapoor, Rahul Khanna..


The drought of good movies that seemed to have taken over Bollywood from the past few months ends with Love Aaj Kal releasing this week. Directed by Imitiaz Ali, Love Aaj Kal in one word is Fantastic. Keeping his previous stint of success with him Imitiaz Ali has delivered a love story that is narrated in a surprisingly innovative way. Shot in different parts of London, San Francisco, Old-Delhi and Punjab, Love Aaj Kal shows a fantastic blend of two love stories one in the past -"Love Kal" and the other in the present - "Love Aaj" crisscrossed, linking the past to the present.

Love Aaj Kal is a cross of two love stories, one of Jai Vardhan Singh( Saif Ali Khan) andMeera Pandit(Deepika Padukone) the other of Veer Singh(Saif Ali Khan/Rishi Kapoor) and Harleen Kaur (Shweta Gulati/Neetu Singh). Jai and Meera two modern independent career oriented people living in London fall in love and as times pass by, decide to break up and move on with their respective careers in a rather happy way with an unusual break up-party unlike other break up's. Here's when he meets Veer Singh (Rishi Kapoor) a owner of a coffee shop, who keeps hinting Jai of the mistakes that he is making considering the break up with Meera. Very soon, Veer Singh( Rishi Kapoor) is then seen narrating his love story with Harleen back in Punjab years ago. The stories of Jai and Veer are then played alternately showing the obvious overlapping instances between both the love stories. The story post Jai's break up and the various fun moments is for you to figure it out yourself.


Love Aaj Kal doesn't really disappoint you at any level irrespective of what expectations you had with the movie. The highlight of the movie is the naive love story of Veer and Harleen, that brings with it a lot of innocent-natural-spontaneous moments that you will surely enjoy and relish even after your out of the theater. Beautifully done are the links between the two stories with hint of light humor.

Imitiaz Ali has yet again selected and used his resources intelligently. Saif Ali Khan impresses you with both Jai and young Veer's role playing it quite convincingly. Deepika Padukone's performance is average and is definitely impressive in certain parts of the movie. Rishi Kapoor is good and delivers a fun performance. Rahul Khanna is seen on a role thats quiet and there's not much for him in the movie. Debutant Shweta Gulati looks raw with her acting and yet is bang on for the role of Harleen surprisingly making you like her as the movie progresses.

The music by Pritam is stupendous and simply one of his best composed albums. The picturisation and the songs compliment each other really well. Tracks like "Chor Bazaari", "Twist", "Yeh Doorian".. being the highlights of the album

Imitiaz Ali has literally left no stone unturned to give Love Aaj Kal that classic refreshing feel.
I will go with 8 BOP's for Imitiaz Ali's Love Aaj Kal.





Don't miss this flick.

P.S: BOP stands for Buckets of Popcorn. New rating system instead of stars, as this site is transforming into new review site. More reviews at- www.raghavthecritic.blogspot.com

A DreaM DaTe..!!

Remembering the most beautiful day of my life with my girl..

A n a N y A



Imagine your first date with the girl you love the most on St.Valentines Day itself,you people will say "What's so special in that,a million would have a date like that?" Well try to imagine this - Your first date with the girl you love the most on St.Valentines day,Your girl crossing a thousand Kms for the date,Spending the day with you and returning back the very same day,6 hours of togetherness with a promise of a lifetime,all of this when you meet each other for the very First time..!!


Confused? Try reading out the tale of love..


Ananya and I became friends through a mutual friend,who did nothing good till date but one thing - he was a medium set up by God himself to make us meet.She's from Delhi and i'm from Nagpur,a thousand miles apart.From sharing jokes online to Pj's through sms I tried everything to impress her,to get her attention.Hell,I got it!I proposed to her on 21st Nov,after a long session of leg pulling she said a "YES!"And here we were,in a soulful pact with each other,a pact to give each other all the happiness and love.The flames of love started burning bright.The cupid had struct and he made us fall madly in love with each other.A love free from every selfish need.We never saw each other,We never met each other!Still we fell in love!Soon the mobile network "Airtel" found half of it's revenue coming from us with the phone calls never coming to end.People around wondering if we both were planning to build a nuclear weapon togetherly by talking so intensly for hours.It went on and on until it was two and half months.

The fire was burning inside.The fire to see each other,meet each other.But how?

Moreover Valentines day was coming over,we had to be together in some way.For others God may find the way,for us she did!She decided to come.She booked a ticket for Nagpur.She had nobody in Nagpur but just me,still she decided to come trusting me with everything.I was flatterred and all in love with her again.Here it was 'Our first date on St.Valentines day itself,The dream date'.I'll be watching her for the first time,i'll be meeting her for the first time.For a moment i felt like a 5 year old going to get wet in the rain for the first time.Yes'it was the rain of my life.The rain of love..

"I've to make it special for her",I spoke to my heart.

With her favourite Orchids and carnations in my hand I went to the airport.I was damn nervous,I could feel the shiver in my legs.I think when love is in the air everybody can feel it and that's what happened to me throughout the day.A man looking at me said to me watching the flowers in my hands,"Girlfriend?,Valentines day?".I said,"Yeah,how do you now ?".He replied back,"I can see it on your face".
Back their in the flight my princess was receiving tips to relax from a fellow lady sitting besides her who could see her nervous too.

She came.She conquered.She became the queen of my life just in one moment when she came out of the airport.My jaw dropped as i was watching the most beautiful girl ever.She came and I gave her the flowers asking her trying to make a conversation,"How are the flowers?"."Beautiful",she said blushing away bringing the colour of love on her cheeks."Has to be,they are for a beautiful girl",I said still stunned at her beauty.

She sat on my bike keeping her hand on my shoulders(She had to otherwise she was too nervous to do that).I took her to a nearby CCD where I had made a arrangement for a table.I made her see a note of love i had written for her on a board featuring messages by lovers as a surprise.I gave a her big card with poems written by me on everyside of it below her photo i had pasted in it.She had tears in her eyes as she read -

"Oceans deep and long,
affection soothing and warm,
In this fill of liar,
your truth I admire,
Innocence of a child,
Stength opf the wild,
Naughtyness the spice,
Is what i see in your eyes..!!"

A few lines completely describing her.

The manager of the cafe was a friend of mine,I convinced him to play songs of my choice(Ofcourse they were all her favourites).As the song "Dilko tumse Pyaar Hua" started playing,I started singing it for her holding her soft hand in my hands.People around us stopped doing everything just to watch us getting lost in each other.A group of school guys and girls looked in and smiled as i kissed her on her cheeks after the song.I kept telling her how beautiful she I found her,how much crazily I was in love with her.Our eyes met for a second then looked down making us more nervous again and again.The house was on fire with the flames of love burning brightly and everybody tried becoming a witness to it.


We came out of there.She sat on my bike again,it was more special because she had never been on a bike with anyone before.We saw some "Shiv sena" people trying to stop us.But I guess Shiv Sena too recognises pure love.They let us go without saying anything.We roamed around the whole day until it was time for her to go back again.
She boarded the flight.We had tears of joy for we realised we were soulmates now.My cell beeped as i saw the text message from her -

"Lifetime membership confirmed.Thanks for coming in my life.I love you baby"

I smiled to myself feeling even more in love with her.

It has been nearly 2 years now,but still every moment of that day is every fresh in me.For i was born again on that day,born again to love to get love.

That is surely the best day of my life,My dream date!

Her love is eternal and pure and so is she!

I love you baby!

Wanna be with you all my life!

Autopsy of Civilization

WARNING : VIOLENCE IS DEPICTED IN THE FOLLOWING POEM.

This poem is a dedication to the scifi game and the movie 'resident evil' - where human race suffers extinction due to the sick experiments of a biotech company for the sake of profits.

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Merciless invasion deep into the crust

Bones twisted beyond imagination,

Burned bodies lying upside down

Skull deformation, this nameless extinction

Shackles of blood rusted barbwire

Tormented visions of the past echoes

A civilization burned by its own fire

Child turned slaves, mother turned whores

Defiant creature in its own miserable curse

Deriving pleasure from an undeniable apathy

Where xenophobia becomes the truest friend

Where pain speaks through a miserable telepathy

Collapse of every ideologies like grains of sand

A disgusting mutant with basic survival instincts

Where poison quenches the extreme thirst

Where nothing ever makes it a place for reasoning

Horizons beyond the horizons awaits in black

A silent wrath with a chaos of perfect demarcation

By the evening they carry the dead in the sacks

By morning another countdown for a fresh annihilation

Hollowness based economy, Deception based capital

Unholy within every sections of the paralyzed mind

Remorselessness has made the sickness immortal

Portraits of mental holocaust , artist for the blind

Insanity corporation, wizards of biochemical hazards

Unclaimed new born , ripped from the skin and torn

Into the windshield of slaughtered humanity

Picture this process for thousands years long

Without a name and face , it grows abnormally

Unaware of its origin, unaware of its quantum reality

Just a purpose of living without a purpose

Its only music is the sound of inevitability

No reason needed anymore

Severely tortured death becomes the order of the day

No conscience needed anymore

Shadows of the blanked past has painted the smiles away