Somewhere

The winds spoke her name

and the night dragged on

The lonely cigarette burned

the smoke hanged on

The glass clicked once

and the drink met the ice

The shaky hands lifted it up

Gulped it down in thrice 

Somwhere a banshee wailed

Somewhere a mirror cracked

Somewhere a soul's dying

Somewhere my love lacked

Its Me and Pink Floyd

Swearing at the gods

She has gone south

Tearing up the chords

Half the whiskey's gone

Half the sofa's burnt

Bring on the weed, gentlemen

and repeat the mistakes learnt.

Somewhere i loved you

Somewhere you left

Somewhere the world didn't give a fuck

Somewhere i wept.

Sandeep can neither be created nor be destroyed ......

Sandeep-Happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me... (screams at top of his voice) ...May god all bless me..happy birthday to me.

Everyone  at office looks at him and people start greeting and wishing him. His boss and super bosses called him to wish him happy birthday.His subordinates even order cake for him. He happily cuts the cake and distributes it to everyone. Finally at the end of the day some beautiful girl  asks him something.

Girl-So Sandy, how does it feels turning 40 and how was your day?

Sandeep- Are you crazy girl?Can't you see i am the Mallu version of Salman Khan? look at my biceps, look at my tricpes , look at my 1 big pack..How can I be 40?

Girl-Shit!I just forgot ...people in our office are thinking that you are 50

Sandeep-Holy Cow!. I am  just 21 years old.Just look at me... I am a YOUNG DUDE from some Mallu land.

Girl-Wow..its awesome Sandy...you just rock ... :D

After  some years ,Sandeep  was celebrating his 50th birthday.
The celebrations  were really cool.Now he was the President of the company. The same girl (no Aunty) came to wish him.

Girl Aunty -Sandeep SIR ,how does it feels turning  50 and how was your day?

Sandeep SIR- Well it feels great.i feel like i am at the top of the world .And hey I'm not old and why do you say I'm 50.

Girl Aunty - Oh sorry sir.You are still the same dashing guy whom I saw few decades ago.What is your real age waise Sandeep SIR?

Sandeep- 21 years old...still rocking and kicking...see my biceps,triceps and my one big pack.I am still the same YOUNG DUDE girl ....oops sorry Aunty

Girl Aunty - *faints*

At the same time ,Some one from some Mallu land says

"People change ,life changes and even sometimes circumstances change...but Sandeep always remains the same.... Sandeep can neither be created nor be destroyed...He only  remains constant and he never gets old .... yes but sometimes things are deceiving"

What's on your mind ?

Entering Username : *******@gmail.com    
Verifying password : *******
And I logged
into my Facebook account

1 poke,15 notifications,
10 new friend requests
and some 300+ recent updates.


Click click click
comment crap crap crap
And to exacerbate the tiredness
Popped up some serious crap.
 
My ex had made an update.
with his status going from
being "single" to " in a relationship".

I felt betrayed,
cheated again .
Thought of writing,
"You ruined me,
wish now you too get
some taste of this pain!

Eventually,all that I updated
read,"Bless you"
But I couldn't post it
as the screen had gone blue !

It froze there for a moment
something moved
and I saw the
what's on your mind space
getting a tooth !

"You, yes you.
Why don't you just share ,
what you have on your mind?
Rather than every-time,
erasing the thing
that you had just typed"

Startled to see
the inanimate thing speaking
I just sat there
letting it do
what I was actually thinking !

"You were a bastard
a pain in an ass.
you never loved me,
but i always loved you,
you jackass ! "

"Now you are hooked up
with some bitch.
Hope you soon realize
that my love for you
wasn't a hitch !"

The updates were made
and the loser was online.
He read and disappeared forever,
in less than no time !


I was happy
probably on cloud nine
because finally I had spoken
what was on my mind !

 [ I am not good with words to form something called a poem, but I can always try ;) Hope Shocketry's inventor and the admins here don't block me after reading this ;) :D Sorry Guys. Please do forgive me ]

Smita

http://smitasdesk.blogspot.com/ 

 

 

Shocketry a.k.a Shocking Poetry!

It’s really heartning to see that the first post by me received such great response; thank you guys! You always manage to make me feel extra special! :D

I would like to begin with a leetil sorry to Stephen. It actually skipped me that you can only post older posts on weekends. So that won’t happen again. However, this is good news for YOU guys, the readers, if you like reading my writing. You would now see one NEW post here every week especially for this place. And on the weekend, you would also be able to witness one of my older, more popular stories. That makes it atleast TWO posts from me every week! :D

Since this is a new place, I thought of doing something NEW for it. At this moment, I hereby coin a new form of poetry: SHOCKETRY! I define Shocketry as nothing but Shocking Poetry. It can always be a good shock or a bad shock. The only condition is it MUST have shock value! Your boyfriend growing horns. The school teacher turning into an octopus. Anything. Wild!

The Pumpkin’s Revenge

It was late at night

And Jack sat down

On the night before Halloween.

With knife and pumpkin on his lap

All ‘ready’, if you know what I mean!

For years together,

 Jack always made

Lanterns Big and Small

And during Halloween, Jack o’ Lanterns shone

In the houses, one and all...

So on this night

Without a fright

Jack poised his knife on top

Before the blade could make the cut

He heard a grave voice say “STOP!”

“No more lanterns!”

The pumpkin said,

“We have taken this all too long!”

And before Jack knew, the pumpkin broke

Into a pumpkin song!

The song now over,

And Jack quite frozen

The result was very strange

Jack spoke not a word, nor did any gesture

For both seemed out of range

Next morning when

the villagers came

to take their lanterns home

It seemed just like any other Halloween

The way the years had known.

“This one looks like Uncle Jack!”

A child squealed looking at his piece

The villagers giggled

and praised crafty Jack, saying

“I think we should pay his fees!”

Jack now hangs

Outside a door

With a candle in his head

And if the poem scared you bad,

Make sure you don’t wet your bed!

P.S.- The facebook page just crossed 200 LIKES!! Fresh music uploaded today! Make sure you check it out here. My De-scribe blog also crossed 200 followers! Do check it out for fresh stories and great music! And in-case you want to write your own Shocketry on this blog or your own, make sure you put a link to my blog! Have a great day...see you soon! :)

I am sorry, I lied to you !

Sorry I lied ,

Lied a million times to you.

Hiding the pain and just ,

Smiling in-front of you !

You asked me,

"What's wrong?",

I wanted to scream,

"Everything",

But I lied,

"All's good".

You asked me,

"Did anything happened today?"

I lied,

"No nothing"

"Everything is fine"

You asked me,

"Are you crying?"

I lied,

"No, why would I cry"

"I am happy"

You asked me,

"How was your day?"

I wanted to tell you

All the shit that had happened that day,

But I lied,

"My day was just usual,

like everyday "

You asked me,

"What did you do the whole day?"

I wanted to cry,

Like I had been crying

That whole day,

But I lied,

"I did some home stuff and studies"

I know you knew something was wrong,

I know you knew that I was in pain,

I know you knew that I was lying,

I know you might be hurt after reading this,

But I had to lie.

Lie beacause

You were entering a new phase of your life,

Phase for which you had toiled so much.

I just had no right to snatch that happiness from you,

To deprive you of the smiles you deserved.

I didn't want to loathe you with my depression,

I just couldn't be so selfish.

Hence,

I lied.

I know you would have been there

when I  cried,

When I was depressed.

But I didn't want to

sadden you by my sorrow tales.

I wanted you to be happy,

And believe

That I was happy too.

Because

Seeing you happy,

Somewhere made me happy too !

Hence

I am confessing it today,

Right here,

In-front of you.

That

I am Sorry,

Sorry,

That I lied to you !

[ She was going through a bad time, but never did she let her friend know that, with whom she used to chat daily via text messages,  as he was shifting from her city to a metro city for his first job. ]  
Smita
http://smitasdesk.blogspot.com/

Ste, Sandeep and the highway rules!

Ste: hi Sandeep...What's up brother? I am driving my new car, Tata Nano!

Sandeep: Be careful brother. You should not talk over the phone while driving. Don't you know the rules?

Ste: Don't preach ok! This is the only rule that I am not following. Rest everything am following religiously!

Sandeep: Like what?

Ste: For example, I am keeping my Nano in the left lane while driving. That's because the board read, 'Heavy vehicles towards the left'

Sandeep: Why on earth would you do that? Nano is not a heavy vehicle idiot. Trucks, buses etc are!

Ste: You idiot! I am sitting inside the Nano you dumbhead. That means the car is heavier by a quintal more. That makes it a Heavy vehicle. Hence left lane.

Sandeep: *faints*

Love,Hate & all that - 1

The night sky was beautiful with the moon smiling like a little kid. I looked at the clock and it was 2 am. I usually had this habit of sleeping late. My timings collapsed as a result of which my sleep cycle got disturbed. As usual,  I  got to know that someone close to me  had  tried to call me. I never knew why but this person  is attracted towards me. I was a charmer once in my teen age days but everything seemed new this time.  I saw 5 missed calls from Anindita.

It has been only few months before I met Anindita when life was completely different. A flamboyant young  graduate took steps into the corporate world. A guy who was never used to politics had to face the wrath of ugly politics at offices. It was during this period of time when I saw this wonderful angel on Earth.She was a simple  girl who looked promising. She was a fresher like me. We both had a common friend and it was this common friend who helped her to befriend me. It was already 5 am and I was skeptical if Anindita was already asleep. I never really wanted to ruin her sleep. But I called her.
"Hello Anin,you alright," I said to her.She was sounding active at this hour of the day.
The early morning sun peeked in from behind.

"Dude, I never thought you would call me," She was excited.
"What! look its 5 am and you should be sleeping by now," I said to her.This is the time  when I usually hit the bed.

"Ahh!you asking me to sleep...i want to talk to you,"  She said.
"Common yar, I am feeling sleepy,talk to you at office," I leaned on the chair.
"You always say this ,but you don't talk to me ...you are such a busy bee...huh ...good night," She muttered.
"No,I will meet you at the Cafeteria ..sharp at  1...promise..Now good night...good morning... huh..bye," I cut the phone for once.
For once life was different before she entered my life. She was sweetness personified. But I was sure that I would never fall for a girl like her. She was good at making friends.I still remember the first day when she joined the project and there were a group of 10 people already wanting to talk to her.She would usually get dressed in Indian suits but she looked more beautiful in Western outfits .
I woke up at 9 am and as usual left for the office. I saw a text message on my cell phone .
"Arush, meet you at the cafeteria sharp at 1! :) ,"  It was Anin's message.
Sometimes she would make me smile. We would go out together and people would think that we both were more than friends.

The one person whom I hated in my life was my boss. He never encouraged anyone in his entire life. No matter what he was one such creature on Earth who never knew what appreciation meant. He would often highlight the negative things. For him ,his subordinates are dogs who would listen to him.Such things have been a part and parcel of my life at Xlcs,but I have made many good friends here who have been an integral part of my life.There are many friends of mine who would personally thank me for mentoring them and giving them KT's about different things. It was 1pm. I was busy in my review activities. I saw Anindita's missed call. I knew i had promised her that we both would meet. I never wanted to disappoint her. I locked my desktop and rushed to the cafeteria which was crowded with Xlcs Employees.
"Legend,there you are!," Some one patted on my back. It was Anindita. She was wearing a Punjabi suit and a red lipstick which perfectly matched her suit.
"You are looking beautiful ," I looked at her.
"Don't flatter me dude...lets have some tea," She said.
"What are you upto ...you busy bee," She winked.
"Nothing...just reviewing some artifacts and have to send a report to boss....," I replied her.
"I tell you that one day your boss will eat you raw and I will be there to save you...Superwoman Haha," She said and we both laughed.
"Nevertheless, he is sometimes good...how is your work?," I asked her.
"Never talk about work... you know I'm a loser at work and I suck...whats plan for tommorow..." She curiously asked me.
"Sleep ...sleep and sleep... Saturday  yaaar....," I said with a straight face.
"Saturday and saturdays are fun....lets go for a movie," She said. Her eyes shined as she spoke. She would smile like an angel and I just couldn't help myself. I never realized that she would mesmerize me.She was a friend and we both would be friends forever. she was 3 years older to me. She admired me and supported me with my office activities whenever  I  was busy. She was a gem of a person.

"Okay ..done!! now getting back to work...will give you a call tommorow ," I bid her bye.
She looked younger everyday.Everyone at office had an eye on her but she was a kind of person who loved people watching her from sidelines. She was an attention seeker and she was someone who loved hanging out with me.I loved her company. I never wanted to be away from her.
It was Saturday and we had booked tickets  for "Inception".
She met me at Fame Adlabs sharp at 8 pm. She started looking beautiful to me everyday. I couldn't believe my eyes but yes she was indeed 3 years older to me.

"Arush...I have got something to tell you..." her voice broke.

(To be continued...)

How Does It Feels?

How does it feel,
to see me crying,
for you?
to see me annihilating myself,
in your love?


How does it feel,
to leave me behind,
all alone in agony ?
to shower love on someone else,
that was meant for me !

 
How does it feel,
to humiliate my soul,
shatter my love for you,
and never love me!


How does it feel,
to be a heart ripper,
and cast away with my heart beats!


How does it feel,                          
to see me broken,
by your egoistic allegations !


How does it feel,
to hurt me,
sucking joy out of my life.

How does it feel,           
tell me !
It must feel awesome,
I guess,
that's why
you do that all,
ruthlessly,
but still
so lovingly !

Smita
http://smitasdesk.blogspot.com/ 

Room for Rent

The chirping of the birds on the lone tree near the door rose to a shrill cry as he turned the key into the lock. A thousand things played on his mind as his gaze caught a rather dreary looking cat jumping over the wall and disappearing on the other side. A few ruddy looking chicken played hopscotch nearby. Not the kind of neighborhood that he would want to stay in, but real estate was pricey. This was the only setup he could get. Afford.

***
I hate empty rooms. I have always hated them. They don’t scare me; they only make me uncomfortable. I remember the first time they had asked me to stay in one; I had probably been around seven years old. Young enough to be not taken seriously, old enough to remember every detail. It was in my mother’s village and we had gone there to attend a funeral. My parents decided to stay in one room and asked me to sleep in the other one which was vacant. I had decided not to complain and sleep in it. I slept pretty well and woke up to a bright and fresh morning. Everything was perfect; until the moment I overheard some elders saying that it was the same room that Shashi chacha committed suicide three days ago.

***

The room opened up and drowned him in a sea of dampness. He stood for a while surveying the place. The landlord, it seemed, had tricked him. Nothing complicated though. He had told him that the room would be his. Only his. And here he was, standing, looking at someone else’s luggage. He was sure that the house had been sold to the other guy with the same assurance. There was no use fighting about it; he just might lose the only abode that he had finally managed to get. He would have to figure it out with his new found roommate. He was a little disappointed. But more than that, he was happy. It wasn’t an empty room.

***

While growing up I always avoided empty rooms. They always reminded me of the room that I had spent the night in at the village. Once, during recess, as we played hide and seek, I went and hid in one of the empty unused classes. Some kid noticed it and latched the door from the outside. I screamed for about half an hour before fainting. The next memory I had was of four hours later, sitting with my parents’ worried expressions boring down on me. Obviously, I did not tell them anything.

***

“Hello! Will you be sharing my room?” a voice called out behind him as he stood there with his bag still slung over his shoulder. He turned around to see a decently built guy, sparse hair and smooth expression in place, standing at the door looking straight at him. “The other guy”, he thought. Half his problem seemed to have been solved. The other guy had taken him to be his roommate without even being asked. The landlord had probably given him a different story. No problems.

“Yes, looks like it”, he said finally, after doing a quick run through in his head. He would stick in now, and ask the landlord later. Not that he was complaining about the room not being empty. But the matter had to be sorted, sooner or later.

***

After we came back from the village, I could never sleep alone again. My mother never figured out the reason but she made it a point to sleep with me everyday. One night, she promised she would come in a bit. She was crying for some strange reason. She never did.

Did I tell you I hate lies?

***

I went and confronted the landlord, just as the sun decided to splash out of sight in the distance and drowned the whole place in darkness.

“What are you saying? There is no one in that house! The last guy who was living there passed away some two years back. Nice chap he was, well fed, looked from a good family! What a loss!”

I did not say anything. Strange, you might add. But I will tell you what bothered me now. If he was not staying there, it only meant that I was the only one. It also meant there was no one staying with me, which was kind of obvious. I tried my level best to take the supernatural angle out of it.

It meant the room was empty.

***

He slapped his knee, throwing back his head in a jerk and laughed. “ He told you I was a ghost?” he asked, eyes shining.

“Yes” I said defiantly. I was not used to having spirits laughing at me.

“And this guy, you said, rented you this house. His name was…let me remember, Manohar?”

“Ofcouse!” I replied, starting to feel a little irritated with his behavior now.

“The wit of that guy! Why don’t we go along and have a quick chat with him yes? Let him say that on my face! I hate people calling me a ghost behind my back!”

We walked to the door of the house where I had the conversation with my landlord the previous evening. He went boldly and knocked the door. A lady, in her mid fifties came out. He folded his hands and greeted her. She returned the greeting.

“Doesn’t look like she thinks I am a ghost unless she is one herself!” he whispered in my ear and asked her loudly, “Manohar ji hain?”

She nodded her head and seemed to look through me. Then she looked straight at me and questioned at length “ Did he ask you to go and stay with this boy?”

“Yes” I replied, a little bewildered. “ I met him about three days ago at the very spot where we are standing!”

“He prabhu!” She said and looked up, paying her respects to someone in the skies. “ It’s high time he stops renting out the house to people when its already occupied!”she sighed.

“After all, it’s been five years since he passed away!”

[My first post at The Writer's Lounge, so go a little easy on me! :) Originally published here, it remains one of the rare stories that I did with an Indian setup. Also one of my favourites! Do tell me how you like it. Big hello to new bloggers!  ]

The Legend of Sandeep Malan V2 - 1

Sandeep Malan had a dream to excel in life and his life was no different.He was earning in Lakhs and had everything . Food,Clothings and Shelters are three common entities and necessities in a persons life. Malan was a superstar in his own ways. He had a cook who works at Taj. All his Clothes were designer made and everywhere he went a brand followed him. He lived in a big bungalow in some  famous location in Mumbai.His previous  years had been a complete disaster. His  girlfriend Richa who used to be his favourite left him as he was having some affair with some other girl who once used to be his best friends girlfriend . He befriended an American blonde while he went to America to earn bread and butter. Malan obviously had a different attitude towards life. He was  back again for once and for all.

He once again joined 'Airvoice' Telecom and was happy to see all his old friends at office. There was a change. His failed to see his best friend Asbah who seemed to disappear from there. He went to her cube and cried like crazy. "Dude ,Asbah is still alive? She is focussing on her studies" the guy sitting next to him told Malan.

"Malu ,we never thought that you would be back again, your creator was so busy these days and imagine he got you back once again ," Priyanka told him.
There was one love and if you think Richa was his only Love then  you are probably wrong.His affinity for Rajni movies had made him popular In  US.He would do Rajni stunts in Downtown ,US during weekends  and people would appreciate him. His Blonde girlfriend would be his side kick.
"My Creator, Hahaa Ste is too cool man.. I love him...God bless him ," Malan said to his colleague Priyanka.
The last time he went for a Rajni flick ,he messed up with Supari bhai.Supari bhai was tired of searching him all over Mumbai.He never knew that Supari was still searching for him. Malan was still waiting for the day Supari gets rid of him.But that day was not soon.His girlfriend Richa was dating some another Mallu guy who looked fair and handsome as compared to Malan.But Malan had this blonde chick with him.Rajni's Robot was one of his favourite.
He loved the Robot called Chiti. He clapped like crazy when he saw the Robot entry scene.
"Munni badnaaam hui daarling tere liyee......" His fone rang while he was in office. It was Richa who was trying to contact Sandeep..

"Hello ....Hello.... Saaaandeeeeeppppp......" She screamed....  Malan got scared for once and he started sweating profusely
(To be continued....)

Facebook friends..

              Anisha logged into her facebook account. She was an introvert by nature. Introvert doesn't mean that she doesn't have friends or doesn' talk to people easily. It simply means that when she enters the college campus there aren't people she would go up and say, "Hey wat's up" or  there aren't people who would shout out to her from another corner of the campus as "Hey babe, come over". Facebook was one place where she chatted a lot and people got to know who she really was. She was a good listener and she knew all her facebook friends' likes, dislikes, hobbies etc. There were only a handful who knew the same about her.. He was one of them..
              He was already online.. Hrit always came online at 8. She loved chatting with him. She always made a point to come online at 8.

Anisha (A) : Hey hi
Hrit (H): Hi..wassup.
A: nothing much..u say.
H: did u c the pics i uploaded?
A: oh I did.. commented on a few.. u r awesome..
H: thanxie :)
A: I still feel u shud try putting up your photography on display. enter some contest..
H: I m still an amateur..
A: Well  no one is born a professional. Everyone is an amateur at some point of time.. Plus there are many ppl who do photography just for passion.
H: True.
A: y don't u open a photoblog? that wud b gr8!
H: Oh..cool idea.. will think upon it..
A: oh nice..will link u any blogs i come across..will help u wid the idea n all.
H: thanks anisha.. u always support my passion.. glad 2 hv found u on facebook..
A: oh u r welcome.. :)

No Anisha and Hrit are not just online friends.. Hrit is Anisha's senior at college. They haven't ever talked in real. She added him on facebook during the vacations. These were the initial days of chatting.. With time they grew close on facebook and there came a time when she used to exclusively chat with only him when he was online..

It was almost a month since they started chatting. The college was going to reopen in a couple of days. He talked about his dreams, his thoughts about love and so much more. She was happy that when she goes back to college she would have atleast one friend among the seniors..

A: so wat's special today?
H: Lonely..
A: y ? wat hapnd? :(
H: hmm.. nothing much..
A: Fought wid ur girl?
H: nothing like that.. u have a crush on anyone?
A: no..
H: come on, u must b liking sumone from college.
A..Noooo..
H: Given a choice, who would u choose..
A: Well u were a good choice.. but u r taken.. :P
H: lol.. I m flattered. so how was ur day?
and the chat continued..

Anisha wondered if he had any feelings for her. What was the point of asking such a question. True that they talked about anything and everything under the sun and love was just one of the topics.. Could she feel butterflies in her stomach? She liked him.. She did not like the girl he was dating..

It was the first day of the college. She was waiting to see him. The guy she had chatted to everyday for last one month.. She felt close to him. They shared so much and she was the one who would suggest friends to go to his photoblog. He was getting many followers. He always asked  how she liked his snaps. She never forgot to comment on his work.. He was a valued friend for her..

He was sitting in the canteen with his group of friends. His girlfriend was too sitting with him. His girlfriend momentarily left his side. Anisha felt more comfortable seeing him without her. Hrit too saw Anisha. She was feeling a bit concious. She went near their group and smiled at Hrit and said, "Hi.."

Hrit's friends stared at her. She was one of those juniors who never made an attempt to talk to the seniors. Hrit just said, "Hi" and then nothing.. She expected him to say something more.. He got busy with his cellphone. It took a few seconds for Anisha to realise how she was being stared at by his friends and what a complete idiot she had made of herself. The guy was not willing to strike up a conversation. His girlfriend came over and oblivious to what had transpired sat chattering happily.
 

Anisha walked away in haste. She could feel so many eyes on her , ridiculing her, laughing at her stupidity.. Why Hrit behaved the way he did, she could not understand.. That evening she went home and deleted him from her friend's list..


Has it happened to you that someone who is very cordial and friendly on facebook or any other social network gave you a cold shoulder in real life? Have you ever experienced that CONNECT on facebook ,with people you would never open up otherwise? Sure facebook helps people bring closer but is it the same in real life? Is it providing a medium to bring out your self and then hide in shell when faced with reality? I find the term "Facebook friends" fits a new category of friends who are friends just on facebook and strangers in reality...



P.S : I know it's too long. I planned a series for the same on my blog ,but then thought of writing it in one piece for the lounge.. I m not sure if I should bring out continuation of the tale or let it end here.. Suggestions please :)

Greetings Family!

Greetings Family,

It gives me immense pleasure to see TWL back in action.Pleased to see the overwhelming responses from few of the members. TWL has always been a place where you can write and share your work. I request new members not to use TWL as a storage repository for all your posts.This place has been associated with lots of good things. Different contests,themes etc have made this place more active during the good old days. Somehow I still feel that this is not the old TWL anymore. I want new comers to know that Lounge has special memories associated with everyone here. It is not like that you post some 5 posts in 2 days and disappear and come back after 5 months.Trust me this is not funny. Use TWL as a place where you could learn new things,share and get to know others and something which makes them stand out. I see some people posting old stuffs from their blogs and trasferring them here.

Ever thought what TWL was like,then I would advice you to check the archieves of 2009.That period was the best and glorious days of Lounge .Check 'Rain Drenched Lounge','Inspirational Poetry Conest' and 'LoL@Lounge' and you will know how close we were.This place has always seen some good quality work and no doubt people here are uber talented. Trust me you all are talented.This is a call to all those old members. New members try to know people here and help TWL in making a better place.

Love,
Ste

मेरे महबूब

वो लटे तेरे बालो की 

कुछ कहती वो निगाहे तेरी

होठ तेरे सुर्ख लाल 

करते हैं कमाल 

वो चुलबुला अंदाज़ 

वो मीठी सी आवाज़

जब जब देखता हूँ तेरी हसीं 

उस दिन का सबसे खुशनसीब पल होता हैं 

वो मेरे लिए

चाहता हूँ कोई ऐसी जगह हो

जहाँ बस तू और मैं रहे 

हाथ मैं हाथ पकड़ कर चले

समंदर के पार 

चल ले एक नया अवतार 

हवाओ का करता हूँ मैं शुक्रिया 

क्योंकि जब -जब उड़ाती हैं ये तेरी जुल्फे 

तेरी खूबसूरती में चार चाँद लग जाते हैं

हसीनाये तो कई देखी मैंने

तुझसे हसीन ना देखी कही 

तारीफ़ और क्या करू तेरी अब 

बस इतना कहूँगा के 

अगर कोई पूछे मुझसे के

इश्क कैसे होता हैं 

तो बस इतना कहूँगा के

एक बार मेरे महबूब को देख लो 

समझ आ जायेगा कैसे होता हैं .  

(C.J)

(P.S:-This poem is for a special friend)

M O T H E R

The incredible being, specially designed by GOD with painstaking care and dexterity. A repository for Love and Affection and a Pillar of Patience. Always ready to extend a helping Hand and Sacrifice anything for a smile from her loved ones. Moulding the Character, Habits and Behaviour of her children trying to make them a Model Citizen! Plays several roles like Parent, Friend and Teacher, A precious Gift whose value is better understood in her absence than while she was around.

T S U N A M I

Tearing down the landscape
Smashing everything in view
Utter disregard for life
Notorious scourge from sea
Arduous challenge for survivors
Mindless destruction and havoc
Insidious evil lurking quietly
For Acrosticonly

CORRUPTION

It has become the favourite subject of everyone nowadays to talk about and voice their "Expert" opinion on the subject! It is like a virus and has its presence almost everywhere in this vast universe. The interesting thing about this despicable disease is the fact that both the exploiter and the victim are equally responsible for its existence. Those who speak so much against it are the ones who would not mind resorting to it in their day-to-day activities for getting some of their jobs done either expeditiously or economically. Many of us indulge in it just because we donot have the patience to wait for the normal processing time or fear of delay from a greedy official. If every one of us decide not to resort to this pernicious evil, come what may, the chances are that this poison ivy may begin to wither slowly. There is an old Adage in Tamil, which runs as follows:

திருடராய் பார்த்து திருந்தாவிட்டால் திருட்டை ஒழிக்க முடியாது!

Which means that "Unless the Thieves choose to reform themselves and become noble, no Law can eradicate thieving". We should learn to stick to our principles and stand firm against any form of extortion and fight this demon. Just making speeches or cursing will be of no avail in dealing with this monster. Take a vow today that atleast you will not be a party to propagate this evil and abide by it.

SEHWAG

Slaughter the Opposition
Elude the Spin
Haunt the Bowlers
Wack the Bouncers
Anhilate Loose Ball
Go for everything

Team Admin ! Wake Up!!!!!!

it hurts to see that people are using this place as a junkyard. i believe most of you have not taken the post by sandeep balan seriously. so team admin please wake up and do yet another post about the essence of this place. hoping to see this place in its original form - the lounge, our lounge!!

smiles

the pink orchid

Hindi Or English ?

Hindi is our mother tongue, we know that but ever noticed what common language we all speak..? The answer is surprisingly English!
Yes it is..!!
Okay you don't believe me..Fine..But you will..after you finish reading this post!!


          India is a multilingual country with some 347 languages respectively.India is not so a big piece of land yet it's southern part is totally different from it's northern part and the same goes for it's eastern part and western part in terms of customs, religion followed, way of living and language spoken.Travel to any part of India and you will come to know the unity of the culturally diversified nation by the warm hosting spirit in every resident of the country but the sight of our mother tongue being neglected by it's people only leaves a gloomy impression on one's mind, at-least me! Ever thought what's the common language that you can communicate with throughout the nation? Ever noticed that it was English that made you communicate with a common man on the road or the cashier of a supermarket in the part of the nation other than where you belong to!


         A few days back I was traveling to Kolkata,the first business capital of the Britisher's in India, a city still intact with the scent of the culture and sophistication that Britisher's brought with them, when they first landed at Calicut. Bengali is the local language of the place, no wonder, but the language with which I was able to communicate with the locals in the streets and the market was..English and not Hindi !They all knew Hindi but not better than English.!! Surprised?? Don't be!! Because there is much more for you to know about the common language being spoken in India.

     Hindi is taught at the primary level in the schools along with the additional foreign language ,taken as mandatory language to be studied by every Indian,Ever thought why we are taught English and why not any other Indian language? Of course Sanskrit might be coming to your mind right now but still that too is taught till class eight ! or class tenth to be precise if you opt it for Hindi! Okay English is popular and spoken in most of the foreign countries but does that mean that we should keep our mother tongue at par? The article is not about scolding people for the usage of English but it's about why not use Hindi as the common language to communicate in the part of the world where it is respected as the national language!

       The article is not about abandoning the usage of English, it's about using Hindi equally with English. In the present society we all judge others by how fluently one can speak English, by the excellent vocabulary he/she possess and how able that person is when it comes to writing, but ever thought why Hindi is never considered from the same point of view? Why is it not that the high elite class considers speaking Hindi a respected act rather than a taboo in their official and social gatherings. Why is that one has to be a good speaker in English no matter how much knowledge he holds for his mother tongue! Why is that one's perfection in English leads to judging one's family status,knowledge and sometimes even you own status! I guess it's high time that we, the youth of the nation should pay attention in bringing back the lost glory, pride and respect of our mother tongue,Hindi, because as said by some political leader( forgive me for not remembering the name I am really bad at politics) "The power of the nation lies in the hands of the youth ".We can always have a command over any other language we feel like learning but at the cost of losing the knowledge of our mother tongue because that would be unfair, not only to the language, we were born to be proud of, but also to one's pride and dignity !

       It doesn't matter what's correct, What matters is what's right ! and I guess the right thing in the present scenario is to leave no stone unturned to return Hindi it's lost pride!

Link to original post : http://smitasdesk.blogspot.com/2010/02/hindi-or-english.html

random thots..

..I left him crying..

..I know it was rude..

..but that was only the best thing..

..I could do..right then..

random..

kaash aisa ho ki waqt tham jaye
aur in bahon main hi zindagi beet jai

kaash aisa ho ki mujhe kehna bhi na pade
aur tum sab chordh ke ruk jao bas mere liye

Needing Magic

When in great pain, who do you think of?
Is there a person you know who'll do magic and the pain will just disappear?
Or probably he won't have to do anything at all, just being there will be enough?
Because everything is better with someone who cares right beside you?

Right now, I need your magic so badly.

Also posted on thewarrantycard.

To Kill A Child. . .

Assalam

Well, so this post is being written in an utter exasperation that has grown over the past 1 month. Today is the last day of our 2 months O&G (Obstetrics & Gynaecology) posting, including Labour Room, Wards and 3 days of FP(Family Planning (today, yesterday and the day before)).

While in the wards I came across ladies who were there for MTP (Medical Termination of Pregnancy) and sterilization (i.e. a tiny part of both the fallopian tubes are cut so that the lady doesn’t conceive again)and I always wondered why didn’t they simply get sterilized after their last child birth….

And if they didn’t want a baby, why not opt for contraception than actually conceiving a child and then killing it?????

Well…. My bewilderment was doubled during the last three days when ladies…absolutely fine ladies… come for MTP to the FP clinic with some lame reason like

“The previous child is too young”

“There is no one to look after the child at home”

“I am not keeping well” ………………

Alrite, reasons good enuf, maybe… but they turn lame when they are not backed by an “ATTEMPT TO PREVENT PREGNANCY” by “CONTRACEPTION”….

Contra-ception -- > Opposing Conception

There are myriad methods of contraception available ranging from permanent methods of Sterilization for both male and female to something as simple as the OCP (Oral Contraceptive Pill) and Condom.

While some people might be scared of sterilization, I don’t see why should they be opposed to other methods when, after ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL , they DO NOT WANT A BABY.

I am not writing this post opposing ‘abortions’, in general…that is not the debate here.

I am opposing the treatment of MTP as a joke.

MTP, when done for medical reasons, as when the child has been detected to have some anomaly or the mother is found to have some serious disease; or for social reasons, as when a child is conceived out of rape; or a child conceived due to failure of some contraceptive method (conceiving INSPITE of using a Copper-T or OCPs) is acceptable.

Even in cases when a lady conceives during lactational amenorrhoea, I wouldn’t say MTP is wrong.

But, otherwise, when you were absolutely fit mentally and physically… and you WERE NOT DESIROUS OF HAVING A CHILD,

WHY ON EARTH DIDN’T YOU USE SOME CONTRACEPTIVE METHOD???????

We have seen in the wards, that when you counsel a lady regarding the use of a Copper-T (which is hormone secreting intra-uterine device), they go all NOOO NOOOO as if it is something very dangerous and very immoral….

There are some other ladies who refuse sterilization coz ..well… the HUSBANDS… haven’t agreed, again, maybe coz they feel it’s immoral and dangerous.

These same ladies go and get pregnant and later come with a request for MTP…… as if THIS is something very safe and moral.

A sudden bout of bleeding can never be safe my darlings….

And wat am I to say about the ‘Morality’ of KILLING A CHILD…………..

Some women, maybe, feel that pregnancy is just a temporary cessation of her periods and what she loses by MTP is just her ‘period blood’…. They don’t realize that this is as much her child as any child she has had or may have in future. This is a child that is lost… a child that is KILLED .. it is not just a re-commencement of her menstruation….

We also come across illegal pregnancies… before marriage or out of marriage…..again, I do not understand WHY cant these girls ‘prevent’ such pregnancies. I mean we even have Morning After Pills…. Don’t they watch television?????

There is one case which I saw during my Labour Room which I shall never forget.

An around 40 yr old lady came to the LR with Labour Pains… and not the onset of Labour Pains… but it was like she will deliver in no time. The Fetal Heart couldn’t be localized and an IUD (Intra-Uterine Death) was confirmed. A C-Section was done and a swollen, infected Huge Dead Fetus was removed.

This lady’s husband passed away many yrs ago… she works as a maid… conceived illegally….never told anyone bout the conception….ppl ignored the growing abdomen coz she was as such fat…. She didn’t go for ante natal check ups… nothing… must have.. MUST HAVE… felt the foetal movements which she ignored… and turned up as an in labour IUD.

Why??? Tell me, why???

Do you realize that there are couples in this world who can sell their all just to have a child?

There are young girls who have undergone hysterectomies for unavoidable reasons and can never have a child?

Do you realize that infertility has increased so much more in our times???

If you realize all this, do not take your ‘fertility’ for granted.

Do not conceive a child that you are not desirous of.

CHOOSE  CONTRACEPTION  OVER  MURDER.

Please.

Allah hafiz

The Choice Not Taken

People have been living for so long in this world.
They say its not fate that controls everything.
It seems we do get choices.

Assuming so, we take our chances and make our choice.
We prepare ourselves for the right as well as the wrong turns.
Everyone around you, will criticize your choice and obviously you won't have many supporters. The brave one's continue, despite the potholes in the road not taken, believing there will be something special in that wrong turn.

This is usually how the story goes... And using that special something, everyone will live happily ever after.


Tell me, how many people, do you know, have reached the end of the road not taken? Maybe a few might have made it to the end, but not all. Most of them would drop out, at the idea stage, after criticisms... Some would urge on, of which a few would give up after seeing the hurdles in the path...
The remaining proceed to the finish line.

One of those might even be you.
Let it be the dropouts, failures or the successors.
If you are them, then you might know the psychological and emotional disturbances that may occur, where you realize, physical pain is better.
You may call it stress. I call it emotional disturbance. There is a difference.
Stress occurs when doing things for the sake others.
Emotional disturbance occurs when you things for the sake of yourself.

Overcoming these disturbances may be a bit of an overload to you.
It may even question the genuineness of your decision.
I have already said, "You can't see past the choices you don't understand".
Well, making the choice is the question here.

If you believe in fate then you might ask, how do you make the choice if its already been decided?
I can argue saying "You have already made the choice, you have come here to understand it".
But it's not that convincing.
This quote might prove that everything is pre-programmed. Seeing how things work, you will tend to go against the pre-programmed concept.

It is because the world we live in is so practical, that you might believe it's like the euphoria game engine. Things happen on the fly depending upon your choices. No pre-programming of the actions and reactions.

Assuming that to be the scenario, being used to get brochures containing step-by-step instructions for the products we buy, we will be craving to have a proper guidance to calculate the aftermath for the choices we took.

To choose or not to choose.
To pursue your dreams or to play it safe?

I opted for the choice not taken and here I am, saying...
"We were raised to make our own decisions.
Well...Are we?".

More @ Chef.Dro's Blog

Beauty of Indian Monsoons

Yahoo Link Worth a click !

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From My Heart.......... For My Heart... !

We both Love each other and want to be together,               
but destiny won't let it occur......
We both will Love each other and wish to be together,
But I guess Life hasn't planned it in that manner......



Then why to hate,fight or be angry with each other
And why not let me Love you forever???
Don't think how nice or awesome I am,
This just showcases how mean and selfish I am,
Because loving you makes me,
What really
I Am!

[ This is my first post on The Writer's Lounge, so I just wanted to start writing with some happy compositions for the person, who inspired me for Blogging ]

http://smitasdesk.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-my-heart-for-my-heart.html

random..

meri hatheliyon se lakire mita gaya koi..

palkon main thehre moti gira gaya koi..

Rain - 6WS series

 boondein....gir kar deti hain khushi....

Rain - 6WS series

                                      "Come, cleanse me of my sins!"