Logout (on the other side)

It was another wrathful weekend and I was stuck to my bedside holding unto the computer keyboard for almost 12 hours. There is nothing to do – not anymore. It has been a long time since he left and it has been long enough that his absence has become a habit. I was not bothered much; why would I? Nobody is bothered about me; why would I be bothered about anyone else? I work now; not like olden days when he used to earn and I used to cook for him. How damn fool I was – how I wasted my life with that nincompoop! I look back and want to slap myself. Anyways, that is past now. I am what my present tells me to be.

We married with lots of hope in our eyes – away from the families on our own all the way. We were kids that time, but we walked together. Life was a challenge and we were forced to experience loss every other moment. Still, we had love to bind us together, I guess! But with time, it withered too. The plant of our dreams wilted in front of our own very eyes. Sometimes, he did not water it sometimes, I faltered – and it wilted. Then one day, when we both ‘grew up’ and we become ‘practical’ and ‘down to earth’, we ‘understood’ that our ways would not meet again soon! It was like a railway track crossing – we were happy as the two tracks were coming close to each other and as they crossed, the distance kept on increasing forever; never to meet again. After years of being married, we realized we should not have come close at the first place. How ridiculous! And if it was so, why did I not think about it all these years? Probably, the best days of my life, that were now lost!

Anyways, we parted. And it was only for good. He never looked back – he is a man of his words, I know! He would not look back. If he would not, why should I? Why should I keep on waiting for him? He would come online but never say a ‘Hi’; but still I spend every futile weekend of mine on chat messengers – just to see if he is online. I used to ping him at times, but he never replies. So, I login invisible to him. He knows I will be online this time – but he would not ever ping me back.

WTF! What am I thinking about? Its late into the weekend night and I must be drinking more than usual that I’m getting all these worthless thoughts in my head. This life is good – no one to ask questions – none bothered for you and the best of it all, no one for whom you should be bothered! I could not go back to my family – nor could I commit something foolish. I went ahead and caught that highly paid and easily available job for me. It is a pleasure at work and I am the boss of my own coins.

I clicked on Logout and realized the world has turned a deaf ear to me. I am no longer living to anyone, anywhere. I logged in long ago and was seeing him online on messenger all the time. I had to logout and I did. He was always online, but he never said, “Hi.” Oh, damn him! Damn me! Damn these worthless thoughts of mine!

Logout

I clicked on Logout and realized the world has turned a deaf ear to me. I am no longer living to anyone, anywhere. It was another wrathful weekend and I was stuck to my bedside holding unto the computer keyboard for almost 12 hours. I had to logout and I did. She never came online!

Car-nama

It was the 31st and we had planned to go to Lonavala to welcome the new year. We were supposed to start at 9 pm from Bandra court. At 8 30 the friend who organised it gets a call from our hired driver, "Saab mereko police ne BKC ke paas pakad liya hai." We go like what, why? "Saab woh main apni girlfriend ke saath gaadi mein baitha tha toh police aake hamko pakad liya." Talk about PDA. Amidst confusion over whether we would go for the trip or not our group that had quite a few crime reporters in it called up the policemen apologising profusely for our 'jawaan hai galti ho gaya' driver. Finally thanks to the goodwill of the crime reporters they let him off with a small fine and we could set out, albeit late to our trip. I remember ribbing him all through the trip about the incident, and quite unabashedly he said, "madam aadha ghanta tha aap logon ke aane mein to maine socha ki usko bula loon waise bhi driving ki wajah se time nahin milta." But that was not the end of the excitement. He was a 20 something driving at top speed on the express highway, so naturally we had to have a tire burst at the speed of 140 kms/hour, during which his hands went wobbly as he screeched in a I-am-here-to-control-the-situation-but-dont-know-how-to voice "Kuch nahin hoga, kuch nahin hoga." This incident probably takes the cake when it comes to my experiences with fleet drivers.

In my two and a half years of TV reporting, every day is filled with experiences with fleet drivers, some witty, some cocky, some funny and some sorely lacking. Breaking news and Khabar har keemat par demand that you get a driver who knows the basic layout of the city and yet more than once I have had drivers who have asked in crucially important times, "Madam CST kidhar padta hai?" WTF? These episodes have always resulted in me breaking off the thin barriers of my patience and yelling at the fleet operators back in office.

Then there are those drivers who love flouting rules. They cant keep lanes, they dont understand traffic signals and they love to speed in cars with faulty brakes. So naturally the neighbourhood Pandu gets hold of them. Sometimes when breaking news demands a hassle free movement, we flash our press cards and tell the cops that we are in a hurry, some cops understand and others get even more wild on seeing the press cards, "Media ke ho to kuch bhi kar loge?" The corrupt ones however steal a glance to see if this interaction is being recorded on camera or not. Then at some other times we let the driver face the music. In such scenarios either of the two things happen, the driver proves to be adept at handling the situation or we and the cop come to know that the dude has more offences listed against him than we could have imagined. "Saab license kal doosra saab ne jabti kar liya, chudane ka hai", "Saab license nahin hai", "Woh saab paper aaj hamara malik ne nahin diya", "Kya Saab aap mereko pakda aur usko jaane diya, woh pehle signal toda to main bhi peeche peeche aaya", "Saab aap Jadhav saheb ko jaante hain, mere maama hai", are some of the common answers but I have even had a young driver who cried in front of the traffic cop pleading to be let off. And when he finally was we thought he would be grateful, instead he took to the gear and started smiling mischievously.

Then there are those who have just learnt to drive or are too old to drive. The effect is that they are so scared of everything, applying brakes, changing gears, absolutely everything, so much so that you fear for your life. But one common characteristic with all of them is that despite not knowing a thing they speed, which scares the passengers even more. Once in fact, the driver was so bad that my cameraperson who thankfully knew how to drive had to take over. Or else we would have surely ended up in hospital that day. Another driver was understandably scared on the night of 27th November and dropped me off somewhere in Colaba at midnight rather than taking me all the way to Nariman house. It took me half an hour to find Nariman house on that scary night with no one around me. I thanked my stars I wasnt a girl roaming the streets in Delhi that night, strange how roaming the streets on the night of a terror attack seemed safer than Delhi to me then.

But there are also drivers who are a great help. Some of the drivers double up as camera assistants, carrying your tripods, helping you around. Some of them are more informed about what is going on in the city than the news channels. Other older drivers give you insights into the city's history and psyche that no one else would give you. And some others are an asset just because they know all the routes and take you to the right place even in the dead of the night. Some of them help you with the local language and some of them know the best and cheapest roadside eateries to take you to. Well enough said now, I gotta go and ask the fleet for a cab to take me to a shoot to far off Mulund, hope I have a good driver today. Oh, did I mention my last driver had the loudest and awfullest ringtone ever or about the one who plays 90's loser songs all the time??

Helpless ..

You are an athelete .
And I can't even stand !!

Two Sentence Stories

..I am no more myself again..

..I am no more myself again..

you came scribbling your unsaid words
blooming every corner of my heart
left me within, your blissful paradise
hooked me into your tingling ripple
over-ruling my mind,body and soul
mesmerizing my thoughts,dazzling my eyes

..I am no more myself again..

past is forgotten,future worries no more
Strings of worldly ties lie broken apart
like a shadow of hope you walk beside me
breathing your fragrance,cuddling your soul
mirror reflect no more,fear scares no more
just remains your love your warmth your care

..I am no more myself again..

day begins,night ends,moon peeps,stars shine
everything fades behind your charming glory
snuggling within you my pain surrenders
seeping within my soul you steal me forever
with your endless love within, my heart just wishes
to sleep forever in cradle of your arms

..I am no more myself again..

U-turn of my LIFE

When I kissed u first felt The heaven

Those unsaid Emotions brings tears

When u surrendered completely u were the most trustworthy person I felt

 

What happend??

Was I the Game u played???

Why did u break ??

Still remember the morning when I first met you

It seemed to me like a special day

 

I shall never forget the countless hours of conversations we had

The care and the love we shared

The promises you made, the sweetness you showed

All seemed so real.

I still remember the day you walked out of my life

Leaving me in tears and agony.

 

My shadows the only thing which knows the pain and

The agony I have been through

 

You never realised my pain

You never realised my love

 

You never realised the deepest human suffering I have seen

When you were happy with someone else

I may not be your best man ,

But still I have my feelings

Not a moment did u think about that
Not a moment did u care for my feelings

Why you never realised you cut my heart
You never realised you hurt my heart

(P.S : Unknown poet)

Love you dear Words...

Words I love you for the way you make me express my feelings ,

Paving easy way to point out and comment on things .

If it was not you , how would we communicate ?

It is you , who open our mind's gate ..

Your every letter and its combination is woven perfectly

So that we convey our thoughts easily..

We are too busy to ponder on your origination ,

All that we are care is how you reslove our complication ?

Often we care a damn of your worth !

Some of your best gifts are - "I am sorry " and " I forgot "!!!

I wonder , how sometimes , you make things straight ?

And often confusing , with your double meaning trait ?!

Getting lost during strong emotions ,

When silence is left as the only option !

How often we make new discoveries with you ,

Change the course of flow and make it new !

You never bother how you present a fact -

All you care is how does it make impact ?

But inspite all if it , I love you ..

For , how could I write this poem if it wasn't you ?

Selfish Love- She left me

Abhi tak nhi samjh paaya usse,
taaarekh dohrahi he wahi kuch,


jiski shikayat thi kabhi mujh se,
aaj saath horaha he uske wahi kuch,


kabhi is taraf kabhi us taraf kabhi dono paav kashti me ,
kabhi kisi or ki tamanna kbhi khudgrzi kabhi kuch,


takleef,aazmaish,museebat sab kuch uthaai jiske liye,
jhhot jhhot uski zaban par zehan me bhi wahi kuch,


istamal hota raha pyaar karta raha rota raha,
tadapta raha gam hi gam mile or nahi kuch,


khush dekh raha thha ussse kisi or k saath
ab owh khel bhi na raha baaki kuch,


ummid hi naa thhi k taqdeer aisa bhi khel khelegi,
k jis par bharosa thha zindagi ka zakhmi hue unhise kuch


duniya lutti dekhe waade tut te dekhe,
suraj nikla pachchim se teri bewafai se hi kuch

Sitting in heavenly hell

Sitting in heavenly hell

There were birds singing song,

Sitting in a garden being mourn

,

Thinking about life how it turns, 

You love them ,how they runs,

Promises broken,trust fly

Wann compalaint but shy

Thinking abt my love bcz it hurts

Fedup fedup fedup with flirts

Garden was full of roses

Where is my rose? did I Loses? 

Birds are singing where is my song

Used to sing with heart launge

To praise her to please her

I used to cry to tease her :)

The moment i m crying live

No one  to wipe out ,dying

Time will show my importance

Time will come when repentance

Oh God make me strong i wann come

Oh God make me ur lover I wann come

Brotherhood

Being just brothers was never enough for us. Nick and I were best friends. We were twins, so our relationship had just an ounce more of love than usual. We could read each other’s minds and at many times, we were known to finish each others sentences.

“Remain strong always, your bond is very valuable”, our mother had told us. We’d taken it to heart and followed it well. We never fought till the day Nick fell in love with Lisa Davies.

Once my girlfriend, I’d left her because she wasn’t someone who shared true love. All she cared was for a date with one of us, trying to split us up. Nick knew I’d dumped her, so I was surprised when he started dating her.

“That gal’s not right Nick. She just wants to get in the way”, I said to him.

“Hell, just because you made a mistake, doesn’t mean I should make the same mistake. Lisa’s a lovely girl. Stay out of this Nathan”, he replied adamantly.

Eager to avoid an argument, I retreated and let him have his space. I kept a close eye on him though. He was innocent, and I did not want my brother to get hurt. When I went to the local restaurant one night, I was surprised to see a crowd there, and among them I saw a couple.

Ryan Cartwright was dancing with Lisa, my brother’s girlfriend. The waitress there was my friend, and she told me it was Lisa’s birthday. I was shocked, because Lisa had just got an expensive bracelet from Nick two days back claiming it was her birthday. I called Nick on his cell phone.

“Have you some time? Come down to the restaurant. Let’s have dinner outside tonight”, I told. He was repenting getting angry with me, so he agreed. When he entered the restaurant, he was greeted enthusiastically by Lisa.

“Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here Nick. Come join us”, she called. Ryan wasn’t to be outdone, I knew, and true enough, he called too. “Yeah Nick, do join us. It’s Lisa’s birthday today and we’re having a grand party.”

“Oh is it? I thought it was two days back. Well Lisa, wish you a very happy birthday. Good day for a breakup don’t you think? You seem to have something I gifted wrongly. I’m taking it back”, said Nick and removed the bracelet from her wrist. He walked toward me now.

“Dude, I should have listened to you. I’m sorry. You really mean a lot to me Nathan. This belongs to you”, he said and placed the bracelet on my wrist. As we had dinner in a corner table, my eyes kept going back to the bracelet. It read, “To my best friend forever”.

Acrostic Story #3 

Can you let go?

Has it been raining break ups or what? Suddenly in the last few months so many of my friends have ‘broken up’ that I seem to have heard about all sorts of reasons for break ups and seen all sorts of ways people deal with them. For a person with limited actual experience, I think its great I got to hear of these things, I atleast know what not to do now. So one of those usual coffee discussions about the big R word and my friend says, ‘So you don’t believe that there are people who cant let go of their love?’

Honestly, I think we can do whatever we want, if we put our mind to it. So yes, we can let go of love too. But with the numerous second hand break up experiences and my limited experiences, this is what I have learnt of people who don’t let go. Prime reasons are as follows.

1. Fear : What if I don’t get anyone else, what if its not the same as this? Frankly these are tricks your mind is playing on you. There are 6 billion people in this world, surely you can get someone else.
2. My pain is my badge of honor : You wear your pain on your sleeve. You tell the world how much you have suffered and how despite all that you are still surviving. You don’t let go coz it satisfies this need of yours to tell others that you have gone through shit and still you are surviving bravely (?). Now unless you can write poems like Ghalib (a famous Urdu poet) out of that hurt or you can build a Taj Mahal out of that pain, its not worth holding on.
3. Guilt trap : For some others it is a matter of revenge and reverse control. They want to make the other person feel bad about what they did. So they act all hurt and hold on to that hurt and bitterness all their life. Even if they get someone else who is actually better they wont allow themselves to be loved, because then they would lose that righteous anger of theirs. Most of us also know of some friend or the other who was used as a pawn by one of their split parents to guilt trap the other person.
4. My love is the purest : I happen to know some of these people. They don’t let go coz they think that they are the ones who are responsible to prove it to the world that true love still exists. You ask them why are they torturing themselves, they tell you how can they let go of true love? They are proving just to themselves that their love is pure and divine. By no means am I saying that true, honest love doesn’t exist. Thing is you don’t have to prove its existence. And if you have to prove it to someone, seriously are they worth your time?

And all of these people are uncomfortable with their status. You can forever hear them saying that they want to move on, that they want to get out of it or that they want to let that person stop affecting them, but honestly they don’t want to do any of it. They want to hold on for all the above mentioned reasons. So to all of them, people decide what you really want and then just stick to it and more importantly, take responsibility for what you decided. If you want to keep crying, then realise that you made that choice. If you want to get out of it, decide that and don’t look back. In the end, life works itself out.

As I mature I've learned that no matter how much I care,
some people are just assholes.

I've learned that if one day your best friend
or your siblings turn against you its not a
big deal.

I've learned that you cannot make
someone love you. All you can do is
stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I've learned that it takes years
to build up trust, and it only takes
suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I've learned that you shouldn't
compare yourself to others - they are
more screwed up than you think.

I've learned that you can keep vomiting
long after you think you're finished.

I've learned that we are responsible
for what we do, unless we are celebrities.

I've learned that regardless of
how hot and steamy a relationship is at
first, the passion fades, and there had better
be a lot of money to take its place!

I've learned that the people you care most
about in life are taken from you too soon
and all the less important ones just never go away. 

Phoenix

Plumage of fiery amber

Healthy for thousand years

Once done, burns to

Embers, reincarnating again in

New life from ashes

In similar previous form

Xanthic bright amber plumage

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Prompt 11, Phoenix

बदलता समय

पहले और अब के ज़माने मे ,
आ गया हैं अन्तर बहुत ,

पहले थे दिन बड़े ,
अब बड़ी होती हैं राते।

पहले मिलते थे तो कहते थे कैसे हैं आप ,
आजकल पूछते हैं कहाँ हो जनाब।

सुबह ६ बजे होती थी पहले सबसे राम राम ,
अब तो ६ बजे शुरू होता हैं आराम।

सच्चे मन से सुख दुःख में साथ देने वाले इंसान थे पहले ,
अब तो बन गए हैं सब proffesionalism के चेले ।

पहले नही थे जागरूक लोग इतने प्यारे ,
अब तो youngistan के जवान है कई सारे

पहले थी अन्धविश्वास की बीमारी ,
अब विशवास को मानती हैं जनता सारी ।

नही थी लड़कियों को इतनी आज़ादी पहले ,
अब तो लड़कियों ने सँभाल ली हैं देश को चलाने की जिम्मेदारी ।

पहले और अब में कई परिवर्तन आए हैं
कई अच्छे तो कई बुरे आए हैं ।

पहले के अनुभव और आज के जोश के साथ बढ़ना होगा हमें आगे ,
तभी हम बनेंगे इस दुनिया के सरताज प्यारे ।


(चिराग )

iam back....

hello friends how are u?
after a long time iam back on my TWL
iam not here since  3 months
because of my exam...
now iam back here and i will re-enter here in the same way i entered here first time
yes with a poem ...

so check out my poem in next post.....

The Sweetest Rain Song

The lilting music drifted in and out of his ears. His toes tilted this way and that, his ears twitching towards the speakers. His right hand lightly held the whiskey glass. It was noon, a Saturday noon in Bangalore and he was bored, ate his share and it rained so heavy.

Just 14 minutes ago Riya had called to say that she couldn’t make it to his house due to heavy rain. He got angry, she had come back after a year and he wanted to see her. What has rain got to do with all this. So he drank, in defiance, in pride, in vanity and towards shame. He would send her rude messages, not for once trying to understand that maybe Riya was tired or sick and she did not want to get wet. He started texting profusely.

It was raining even harder in Riya’s part of the city. She popped some crocin tablets to keep the rain off. Her head was heavy and she felt a bit lost. Subdued and exploited was feeling she, all she needed was truth to unveil, the real rain hitting her hard on the face and true love flowing in her veins. She looked beautiful, pure and sensuous even in the dim rainy day.

She boarded the bus to Kormangla. The bus was empty, not many passengers ventured out in a cloudy day such as this. A tall and lean guy sat next to her. He smiled , she returned the smile, a genuine one.

“Going to meet your boyfriend?”

“Actually yes, how did you know?”

“I am wise” he said and grinned.

“ Ok yes, my sweetheart has called me because I was away for an year and he wants to meet me badly”

“ your sweetheart realizes that you maybe running a temperature and it gets worse?”

He got down.

“if you need to go back I can drop you”

She laughed and said “Get Lost!”

He smiled, his thin face washed with genuineness.

Mr.Sweetheart opens the door. Eyes flushed , sweat trickling from his forehead. Turns his back and stumbles to his armchair.

She stood still, eyes bloodshot with temperature, fists clenched, face taught without expression.

“Waiting..so long?”

All she remembered was the radiant smile of the stranger. She strode to the windows the rain water washed her face, he did grumble only to be kicked in his loins.

AMITY

Many Happy Returns of the Day, Dear Amity!
When I think of you, I always remember how
Affectionate
Majestic
Informal
Tactful &
Youthful
You are with your friends. God Bless you.
Saras

Brotherhood

Blessed this relationship is

Remains divine bond this

Open arms, open minds

Treasured love from start

Hearts might be separate

Envisioning so much alike

Respecting each other so

Hampered ways open up

On their working together

One long staying relation

Dear to both souls

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Prompt 3, Brotherhood

an ultimate

 time is not speeding anymore,

the deadly days and  noxious nights 

cant stir up my calm nomore.

my senses are sealed ,
yet the  truth is revealed,

i lay down worthless for eternity,

no vigor i see in limbs

the virtue still i have, 
i breathe immortality.

i m up i m awake

i peep through the bright,

set to cease craving thy bliss

to reach for the timeless infinite

nerves stop pumping,

the red string is broken,

the bones turning to dust

my cosmic play is done.

Aman Ki Asha

Nazar mein rehtey ho jab tum nazar nahin aatey Yeh sur milaatey hain jab tum idhar nahin aatey, idhar jo aate ho to bomb laga jaate . . wah wah

"Aman Ki Asha" by Times Now has started to yield solid results:

http://ibnlive.in.com/news/terror-strike-in-pune-9-dead-in-bomb-blast/110088-3.html?from=tn

Keep it up Times Now.

Valentine in love

Alone at home
Nothing to do and I am bored
Come back home soon
I’ve been waiting all day…
Come and take me in your arms
Or kiss me, if you may
As midnight strikes, we’ll be together
And celebrate Valentine’s Day!

It’s been long since you’re gone
And I am just killing time just like that,
Talking to friends – old and new
Rushing through time on chat.

I’ve no plans for tomorrow
And I’m already feeling so blue,
I know you’d not say nothing
But I leave it again, to you.

Let’s plan a day, together
I’d cook and be good, if you say
We’ll do all the things that you want
And celebrate our Valentine’s day.

Let this be another day in life
When, we fall in love again
We’ll prove to this ignorant world
Love is immortal and no feign.

My love for you will always be there
Less than tomorrow, more than yesterday,
I promise again, my beloved wife
I will love you forever and a day!

Our Land

One land precious such

Used by our ancestors

Relying on it frequently

Living on it, practicing

Agriculture in its soils

Never can our hearts

Denounce its worth ever

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Prompt 5, Our Land

My Angel...

How do I define you?
Are you the fresh morning dew?
Are you a an angel of my fairy tale
or are you the heavens vale?

No words speak my heart
No eye expresses my love
No song sings my care
Nothing defines the moments
We shared

I wish I could hold the time forever
I wish I could be the reason for your smile
I wish I could take away thy pain
I wish it would never make your existence vain.

The memories with you so beautiful
The time so eternal
The rose so enchanting
And the thorns invisible.

I pray for your happiness
I pray for thy love
I pray for us to survive
I pray for you to live

I want you to love
I want you to have faith
I want you to believe
I want you never to leave

My 160 sq. ft. on Mumbai

Two cents are not of much use in Mumbai. What is really worthwhile is a having a small 160 sq ft apartment for yourself. I happen to be lucky enough to have one on rent, happily given to me by a Marathi Manoos and hence here is my 160 sq ft on this city.

2009 has been a tough year for the city. Living in the shadow of 26/11, recession and parochial violence, the city once again endured a lot. Add to this, poor rains in a city that always makes headlines for its torrential rains.

So 2010 started on a bleak note for the city. As the days progressed things went from bad to worse. The city’s water crisis has become a major cause of concern for the ‘aam aadmi’. Every day most of us wake up with or even before the sun to fill up our buckets and tubs so that we have enough water to last through the day. The state irrigation minister has for the time being diverted some water from the irrigation department for drinking water purposes, to keep the water cut from increasing to more than the current 15%. Then there are the reports that two hydel power plants will have to be shut during the summer due to water shortage. Which means some more power cuts in areas that already have many hours of load shedding daily. The prices of vegetables are already high. For singles like me who live mostly on take away food, these hikes have resulted in more than 2k rise in our spending, not something we can afford in times of recession. Summer would mean irrigation problems and further shortage in vegetables raising the prices even more. It is going to be one tough summer this year for Mumbaikars.

So every day while I scan the newspapers I think that there would be some good news to tell me that the summer would be better. That there is some policy change, some statement, some tussle in political circles over these issues that touch me everyday. But everyday I hear of andolans for North Indians, Marathis and every other thing but no word on how the city is to survive this summer. And in the midst of this all, the leases of many occupants of my building too will expire, which could mean some more money to be shelled out. So this summer I wonder, along with my Marathi neighbours, if there would even be a 160 sq ft of borrowed ownership that we could claim in Mumbai, while politicians and socialites debate on who the whole city belongs to.

ADMIN POLL RESULTS

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We feel extremely proud to welcome Freelancer and Princess Nuchu in our Admin Team. We thank everyone who voted for their favorite in the Admin elections.


As per the suggestions by our fellow members, we have tried a new template. However, you all would appreciate that it would be a little difficult for us to keep changing the template till we get to hear a collective 'yes' from all our members. We all can welcome this change in a positive way and try to cope up with it.


The snow-filled lounge contest is officially over and the results will be out by day after tomorrow. We apologise for the delay in announcing the same.

Regards,

The Writers Lounge Admin Team

Another Love Story ...Part 2

Heyyyya lounge ,

Thanx 4 showering so much love :) Here goes the next part :)
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Aditi left long time back , but Sahit stared at the direction she left ...Is she Aditi ??? I cant believe ! the girl who would cry at the drop of a hat , there are no tears in her eye today , even after after knowing Abhay is no more !!!

He went on a flashback when he first sent her friendship request in orkut , how they used to chat , how the virtual friends became real friends , their first conversation on phone , long night talks , their meetings ...her every little act , saying sorry 1000 times for no mistake of her , crying for stupid things , laughing like mad at silly jokes , the girl who used to be so sensitive and emotional , how come she changed so much ???How has she become so strong that she didn't break down in spite of being with her best friend ?? Is she really Aditi ??

Aditi came home and handled the situation by citing a good reason for being away ...Whole day she had a difficult time controlling her emotions , but at night when silence wore a blanket with family members in deep slumber , she went to washroom and cried her heart out ....She held the envelope tightly as if she was trying to hug Abhay , as she knew Abhay's heart lay in it ...It took a long time for her to come back to senses ....When she did , she wanted to read his last words , and opened the envelope ..

22nd September , 2008

She knew the date ..it was on this fateful day , Abhay announced of their break up ..With trembling hands , she read the letter seem to have been crumpled before ..

Dear Aditi , I love you .. Tears swelled in her eyes as she she read this ...but then she had to read ..

Dear Aditi ,

I love you ....Sorry for being so harsh today ..I know I shouldn't have spoken to you like that ..I know what you must have gone through , but forgive me ..I didn't have an option left ...In fact I don't have any option at all ..I am beginning to love you like crazy , but I am well aware that we cant embrace each others love for long , for we have a family , that , I am sure , will not like it ....Its difficult control my emotions , I am crying while writing this, yet you will never know ..I Love you sweetheart ...I love you so much ..Please forgive me ...

And Aditi cried again ...She loved Abhay a lot ..She wished the letter had not been so short , but she also knew that what he must have gone through that day ....He didn't know how to write and all , but still this letter , was just an attempt to pour out the feelings his little heart suffered..." I love you too Abhay "...Aditi closed her eyes as she said this ..She could feel him nearby ....Her every heart beat called his name ..

She looked at the blood stained envelope and wept bitterly ...She couldn't take that Abhay was no more ..She needed him now ..She wanted to tell him how much she loved him ..that he took her life away with his death ... "Abhay , Abhay " was all she could whisper to the silent night , who witnessed a crazy girl weeping bitterly for a dead man she loved most ..

to be continued

My suggestions

As the Writer's Lounge goes through administrative changes, I want to wish everyone good luck.

As a member, I would recommend something.

Things that need immediate attention:

1.Contest is over.The red and green notification  needs to go away.

2.Amity is already selected for November.She needs to be added to the list and december/jan contests need to be held simultaneously and finished before march.

These two are immediate needs.It makes the lounge look old and not well maintained.
No one visits tardy areas...

I would suggest voting be done if members would prefer a newer blog skin and reader friendly color for the skin.
I would also suggest, administrative duties be held in rotating basis for 3 months each time.This would prevent lot of politics here and be a better run blog.


Shraddha @The Self Love project

Another love story..

Heyya guys !!!
This is my first post here ! So starting off with a love story , please do comment in and lemme know your feedback :)
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Aditi couldn't believe what she heard..

" Hello , hello ..Adi ..you there ?? Hello , helloo.. "

Aditi stood motionless ...It seemed the world around her collapsed ...

Sahit kept repeating the hello , as she knew she was hearing him ..He wanted to be with her , to console , to lend his shoulders to cry , as he knew she was lost in Abhay's thoughts ..He cursed himself for giving her such a bad news , but he had to let her know this..There was something else he wanted to say , for he was sure that " that thing" will hurt her more , but he had to somehow ...That's what Abhay wanted ...." I want you to meet me , NOW "

Even as he said this , he felt it was next to impossible to meet her ..that too in this situation ..Moreover he was doubly sure that she couldn't come out of the house now , for she was never allowed to leave home alone ..As he was thinking about a way to meet her somehow , she spoke " Ok , will reach Cafe Ashvitha in ten minutes "

Strange...Sahit thought ..He was very uncomfortable , every second seemed to burden his heart ..Amidst the cool AC , he was sweating ....The waiters looked at him oddly , but his focus was on how to tell Aditi about what all happened ....

Aditi came 5 minutes late , but still Sahit was surprised to see her ..How come she is here ??? How ? Keeping his curiosity to himself , as he was about to speak to her , the waiter appeared to take up the order..

" How did he die ? "..The waiter looked strangely at her ..But Aditi hardly noticed this ..Sahit quickly ordered for 2 hot cappuccino , although he knew its gonna remain untouched ..

He looked at her ...The blood draining from her face , yet not a drop of tear wet her cheeks ..He felt something is terribly wrong ..She cant be like this ! She has come here so quickly , she is not crying , she isn't ....No something is going wrong ....Though he knew the reason , still he questioned himself ..

" Tell me , how did he die ? "

" He called me 2 days back telling he wanted to meet for last time ...We met up at CCD ( Cafe Coffee Day ) He was unusually silent for long time , and then he went out to buy something I guess ...I paid the bill and in 5 minutes was out of the shop , to wait for him ..." Tears swelled in his eyes as he recalled the horrifying experience ..."When I came out , I saw a crowd circling a man , who was in pool of blood ...It was he ..guess he had an accident " As she listened this , she began to shiver ...While Other customers enjoyed the cool breeze of AC , it seemed chilly to Aditi and Sahit words left her shivering more ...

" When he was in ambulance with me , I tried to act bravely , though my heart was weeping ..I tried to assure him that he is going to be all right soon , though it seem so ..He just smiled , and with great efforts handed me an envelope , with a rose , which he was clinging tightly ..." Say her sorry ", and then his heart didn't beat more..."

Saying this , Sahit wiped his tears , cognizant of the atmosphere , as he kept the envelope and the rose on the table ...She stared at the blood stained envelope and the 'blood'y rose ..She wanted to grab and read , but the blood stains , shivered her ..

" You read them ? "

"No ..Its just for you ..Read it ...for him "

She stared at them for a long time , and finally with shivering hands she rested them in her bag .." I have to leave now "

Sahit wanted to comfort her , but he felt it was better to leave her alone ....." You can call me anytime , if you need "

" Yeah.. I know that " and she zoomed her way out ....

to be continued

Home is where your heart is.....

I've been recently relocated to Pune. And now I am missing my home very badly.At some point of time I somehow feel bad that I've been missing my family badly and my home.Sister,Amma and Appa used to be a signifant ingredient in my happiness and I have always shared everything with them.But now life has took a drastic change and guess what  I have the time to meet my family just  2 days not even two.Those 1.5 days of happiness with family members can't be compared to 5 days with friends. 

Life in Pune is super no doubt.Office ,Roaming,sight seeing@Symbiosis,Late night fun and stuffs has been wonderful. Hostel life is not new to me,but I am reminiscing my past Engineering days.I have a wonderful bunch of roomies who are also from my college.P,A,D,J,Sa,M and St. We are 7 of us.We tried hard to get a home in Pune.Roamed across the city for 4 long days.Slept in a hotel costing more than 6000.Ate rich quality food and traversed Pune city in all possible directions.But when I was in home Life was too good.I used to get everything.Everything processed and ready.But today scenario is somewhat different.Washing our own clothes,arranging your closet,polishing your shoes and stuffs has to be done at your own accord.I miss home and I could say that although I am at a different place,I've left my heart at my home.But no worries may be I come across someone who could get back my heart :P 

Any way guys have to  confess that I miss this place badly,Missed FB,missed all you wonderful bunch of guys.Artz,Sndy,Asbi,Leo,Mridu,Rash(i)/(mi), Nushu,AB,tAN,pRaTS,Sowmi,Anu and many more who make this place a paradise and a place where you could cherish and live.

Have a happy day ahead,

Love you all  :)) 

Stephen .Anthony