Rain drenched Lounge '08 + super6 badges

Ok ,We believe that the it would be unfair to give participation badges to those who made it in the super 6 stage.Also,because of various feedbacks from other members we have decided to present this badge to Chris,Riversouls and Faizal.

Image coutesy:Riversouls


Next contest will be a poetry contest that will be starting from January 2009.
Be ready

Rain drenched Lounge '08 official results announcement

RAIN DRENCHED LOUNGE 2008 OFFICIAL CONTEST ANNOUCEMENT

Thanks a lot for the overwhelming response and glad to see you guys waiting for the results.First of all I would like to apologise for the delay.It happened due to unexpected connection cut due to some work.Now,I am back with the results.Its been almost one month since we started the contest and now we are ready to see who has won the contest.

Let me brief you with the result details.
We had around 31 entries.The judge has selected 6 posts that satisfied all the criteria's that a story should contain.
Creativity, Novelty in the way the theme was interpreted and the command over language was considered as a first fact.From the 6 stories ,each of the story was rated on a scale of 30 which comprised of these parameters.

Ok here are the official results.
Participation is an important factor.We ,at the Lounge are happy for the overwhelming response and active participation.If you didn't make it to the top 6 or 3 dont get upset .Ok, here is the participation badge for the contest.All participants are expected to place this badge on their respective blogs and link it to the lounge.



Firstly ,lets announce the winner of the "Members Choice" award.
There was tough competition between Tan,Hashan and Sandeep for the same.Ok,the winner of the member choice award selected by the members of the community is

Tan for A Visit

Tan gets the following badge


Ok ,now its the time to announce the 2nd Runner up.Would you like to guess ?? ehh!!
Here is the 2nd runner up...

The 2nd runner up is
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Ashwin for Blood and Rain

He gets this badge,Congragulations Ashwin.

The 1st Runner up is.

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Neha for Of dreams,hope,and the rain

She gets this badge,Congragulations Neha

Now,its for the big one that we all are waiting for since the contest got over.
Well here is the Winner...........

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Rajeev AKA Impressionist for The Rain Storm

The Winner gets this badge.Congratulations Rajeev

Now let us see the details on how the top 3 were selected from the 6.
Here are the 6 who were selected.

Super Six

31.Criss for Acid Rain
29.Riversouls for The Rains are a'coming
28.Ashwin for Blood and Rain
14.Neha for Of dreams,hope,and the rain
15.Rajeev for The Rain Storm
10.Faizal for Mid Summer Deluge

Marks out of ten were given for Creativity, Novelty in the way the theme was interpreted and the command over langage (metaphors used, description,crispness etc)

So ,final standing of the Super 6 are
15.Rajeev for The Rain Storm (Winner)
14.Neha for Of dreams,hope,and the rain (1st Runner up)
28.Ashwin for Blood and Rain (2nd Runner up)
29.Riversouls for The Rains are a'coming
31.Criss for Acid Rain
10.Faizal for Mid Summer Deluge

About the Judge...
Preeti Shenoy is a writer from Pune,India.She is an author of a book called "34 bubblegums and candies"'
You can know more about her by clicking here

Congragulations to all the participants and winner and runner ups and all those who made in the Super 6

Remember 9th January....

Ok guys ,we are going to see the results of the rain drenched lounge contest on 9th January 2009.I have the winners on my hand,just waiting for the day......Keep waiting till 9th January .... just 4 days to go..

The Red Sky

I peeped inside the umbrella shop to make sure if it was still there. There it was. My gaze was fixated on the red umbrella spread out at the right corner of the shop. It was broken by the sudden drizzle. I could feel the rain droplets kissing me. I pulled myself away from the shop with much difficulty and started walking towards the backyard of the Mosque which I called home. My Ammi swept the mosque grounds and managed a meager sum everyday in the form of alms from the generous souls. It was hardly enough to cover ourselves. Two square meals a day was a luxury. I cursed my stars for this pathetic existence. The grey clouds were transforming into a dark shade of black. I had barely anything to cover my body and to think I had been salivating at the thought of owning that red umbrella!

It was then I noticed that crumpled piece of note falling out of his pocket. I pounced on it and ran in the opposite direction. I could not believe my luck when I checked my catch. A 500 rupee note! I walked straight into the umbrella shop like a person possessed. It cost me my entire loot.

I spread out my red umbrella and walked out into the street. The sky was no longer blue under it. I could feel myself soak in the color of the sun. I reached home and screamed with joy. The red umbrella was such a misfit in this little hutment. I called for Ammi. I saw the rice soup she had prepared for me kept in a corner, untouched. I felt a twitch in my stomach. Here was Ammi who saved every penny to feed me. And here I was who had succumbed to his temptations. I wanted to hug her for loving me so unselfishly. I walked out of the hut only to find her lying still in a pool of water. I shook her. I felt her pulse, her heartbeat. Everything was eerily silent. She was dead. I collapsed besides her. She had been starving to feed me. My tears went unnoticed in the rain.

I placed my red umbrella besides Ammi while laying her to rest. It was the least expensive gift I could give her in return for the most supreme one she had bestowed me with-the gift of life.

Word count: 400 words

(*image copyright: Soze/flickr)

(The rain gods were a lil difficult to please...he he...it took a while...am extremely sorry for the delay...was stuck up with work and was hard pressed for time...was not sure if would be able to pen one down...wanted to...desperately...given the fact that this contest has had great participation from all...how could i miss out on the party...stretched myself today...and the rains from kerala have lashed the lounge...cheers! will be back to comment on all stories that i missed...you all make the lounge rock friends...a big five for all of you here! Rock on!)

The rain and him

“Can I be there with you for the evening?”, he asked.

“You can do anything you want.”, she replied.

“All right. May I be there with you?”, he asked again.

This time she looked at him, as if trying to read his face, his eyes and his soul thoroughly.

“Some thing is wrong with you is it?”, she quizzed as if cracking a joke.

“Yes. Something is wrong. And I can’t go unless the half good and half bad thing is ok”, he replied in a sober tone.

He sounded hopeful, and that gave her strength. She wanted to feel it strongly now, that it was her, and he would tell it to her pretty soon.

So she paused for a while and said, “ You can wait. But you need to give me some good reason for it.”

He stood up immediately and screamed, “A good reason for your best friend??”.

She giggled and said, “Well, why not!”.

“I’ll tell you this time… the reason..”, he said.

Her heart skipped a beat. She almost could see him telling that to her now.

He continued, “The reason… the reason is love..! yes love!!”.

She could not stop smiling, and dreaming. Her world seemed to have stopped for the good this time.

“Finally…”, said she, smiling and blushing.

“Yes, finally I had the guts to ask her out. God! She was just more than willing and that gave me such a high! And now, if I move out in the rain, I’ll spoil the flowers I bought for her, also the dress. So yes, I am here .Thank God you exist! Else my first gift for her would have been all messed up”, he said all this in a hurry, moving towards the window.

“Oh , the rain’s stopped.”, he smiled again kissed her on her cheek, “See you later. Love you. Pray for me. Ok?”, and he rushed out.

She watched him run down the pavement, through her window, towards the same place where once he and she had a “mock date”.

She smiled, looked towards the sky and said, “I wish it didn’t rain. But keep him happy always.”

Closed the window, and vanished somewhere inside her house.

Guitar hero

It would be a complete understatement to say that it rained that day. It sure did! All day and all night and then, even the next day. For safety reasons the electricity had been cut off. There was absolutely nothing to do. All of us were isolated in our own homes. I didn’t know what to do. And it just kept raining. I cursed the rains. What else could I do?

I had just moved to a new city and this is how it welcomed me! I knew no-one here. Not even my neighbours. You know how it is when you just get a new job. Handling that is your first priority. Add to it that there was nothing in my kitchen. My grand entry into MUMBAI.

Since there was nothing else to do, I picked up my guitar which I hadn’t played since more than a year now. And it reminded me of all the days gone by. Of the days that I spent in college, sitting at the canteen playing. It was a chick magnet, let me tell you. But all I wanted to do was play for her. All my songs were about her, for her. Suddenly, as I played, I remembered of all the days we spent together.  Of all the silly fights and the immediate sorry calls. I remembered the way she went away just without a goodbye, the email that followed which said that she couldn’t carry on. She said I would get out of my life if I loved her. I loved her. I remembered the why I could never ask. It was all over, just like that. The loud thunder brought me back to now. It was over. I was here. A fresh start. A new beginning. Maybe in this city of dreams, I would find the girl of my dreams.

It was almost 8pm by now and my stomach was growling just as loudly as the thunder outside. It was pitch dark and I didn’t even have a candle. I started playing.

 

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

 

KNOCK KNOCK. Who could that be now? “It is open. Come in,” I said. Came in one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. Long hair and candle in her hand. “We saw you were alone and in the dark. Would you care to join us for dinner?” Somehow I didn’t stop playing. I continued..

 

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“relax,” said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave! 

 

 

Barish!

Aj barish ki,

Chum chum barasti bondain,

Zameen ki tashna labi ko,

Sairab kar rahi theen,

Main bhi waheen kaheen,

Puranay manzar purani yadain,

Wo totay sapnay wo bheegi ankhain,

Taman roz o shab ko bholay,

Mujasam khari thi,

Waheen jahan tan man,

Zameen ka barish bhigo rahi thi,

Dimagh mera tab ye bola,

K jo barish hoi thi shab main,

Tumharay dil par wo kia hoa?

Main chup thi ke wo phr se bola,

Nahi afaqa hoa na kuch tmko,

Tm sikho dil ki mitti ko phr,

Zinda karna ab is zameen se,

Ke jb barasti barish band hogi,

Ye sumo ke pani nai si hogi,

Phr se tashna dahani hogi,

To kaheen phr se,

BARISH ZAROOR HOGI!

My rain

People sing you are my sunshine,

I say you are my rain.

The dry, patched earth waits

Just I like yearn for you.

The song-bird awaits

Just like I ache for you.

The monsoon arrives.

The earth rejoices,

The water from heaven

Freeing her from bonds unknown,

Take her to a place

She has only dreamt of.

The song-bird sings

Of pleasures only she knows,

Her love is back

To fulfill every desire, her every wish.

The tree reborn,

Her life is new,

Nothing like her ever knew.

Nothing has changed.

Nothing is the same.

One day, I’m sure,

You’ll come too.

One day, I’m sure

I feel like them too.

One day, I’m sure,

You’ll be here to stay.

And like the rain,

You will not ever leave.

One day, I’m sure.

I was in middle of a really boring chapter when I thought of this. I guess I should really start studying if it gives me inspiration for more poems :) Hope you will like it :D

P.S cross posted at my blog

A City Awakens Again...

I felt a drop fall on me, as I walked out of the house. I looked up, and saw more. The heavens had opened up.

Mumbai, the business capital of India, a city that is bustling with crowds and vehicles, even a cow sometimes in the middle. When it rains heavily, the city sometimes goes under havoc. But today’s rain was just a light shower. It was just a few week back that this city was the centre of attention, of not just the country but the world. It was the day a blatant terror attack took place. A cruel and cowardly attack that claimed many an innocent life and brought the city to a standstill…

After three days of fighting the terrorists, we won. A handful of terrorists against many of our best soldiers from the special task force, and it took us three days. It showed a lack of preparedness but also helped ring alarms of security in the top level of the government. We won, but sacrificing their lives for our safety, were great men. Today they are no longer with us in body, but they always will be there by us in spirit. They will encourage us to fight during the toughest of times. I pray their souls rest in peace.

Today, the city is slowly getting back to its normal ways. As I walk in this evening rain, I can see people coming back from work. A café that was attacked that day is slowly but surely coming back into business. I can still see crowds in the streets, and that odd cow. I can still see some anxiety on people’s faces but I can also see a smile. I can see people who used to hate each other before, now helping each other out. I can see the people fighting for entering a bus, for even an inch on the footboard. Yes, slowly and surely, Mumbai is coming back to the way it was before.

It makes me think of a message I got back then. “Terrorists have managed to unite the country, something that the politicians did not succeed in”. Sad but true. It did unite the country. The rain, I feel, is the tears of the martyrs, who lost their lives defending us. But are they crying with joy or with sadness? It is something I have no answer to.

Vinay(aka Leo) 398 words. Pic: Google Pictures.
PS: I am not from Mumbai, so this is just imaginative. Not sure if it is good or not.

Of dreams, hope, and the rain

Muthu looked up at the sky with despair—it was a clear blue canvas with no trace of clouds, and that too, in July, when rain-laden clouds usually crowd the sky. He turned his gaze to the ragged plastic bag in his hand—filled with fifty-odd small zip-locked plastic pouches. Finally, he peeked into his shirt pocket—he had nothing!!

The picture of Radha, his little sister—the apple of his eye—flashed through his mind. With whatever little he earned by selling stuff in the local trains, he treated her like a princess. But now, she would be heartbroken because her “Anna” wouldn’t be able to buy her the doll that he had promised.

Muthu sat down on a bench on the platform and remembered the day when Ustaad had called all of them for the “product launch.” He’d held up small zip-locked plastic pouches: “Arey, abhi naya China ka maal aaya hai… mobile cover. Abhi yeh bechneka.” His idea was met with strong opposition by all but one—Muthu. He could make a lot of money on these pouches—the rainy season was approaching and cell-phones were ubiquitous. And he could buy Radha the doll she’d always wanted!!

Muthu was super-excited!! He had even come up with some brilliant lines to impress and entice the buyers: “Nokia, Sony, ya Motolora, baarish mein sabka raksha karo… first-class water-poof mobile cover… China maal, sirf das rupiya.” He had some trouble with pronunciation, but that was more than compensated for by his enthusiasm!!!

And now, the rain-Gods were betraying him. The skies had been clear for days, and he had not sold a single unit. Ustaad was behind his life for money; but more importantly, the doll that Radha had dreamt of for so long would remain a distant dream. How could he fail his little princess like that?

He looked up at the sky again. It had turned dark gray!! As he held out his palm, surprised, the first few drops of rain fell onto it and lit up his face with the most enchanting smile ever. God was listening!! He looked at the local train approaching the platform, stood up, adjusted his slightly loose pants, and ran. As he got in, his heart was brimming with enthusiasm and hope; with a twinkle in his eye and a dimple on his cheek, he smiled and shouted, “Nokia, Sony, ya Motolora…”

Word count: 400

Presenting my maiden effort on this blog! Comments, criticism, suggestions are most welcome. And I am glad to be a part of this illustrious group of writers!! Thanks everyone and God bless!

Barish ke 4 Ghantay !

12:00 a.m
"uff ! kia karon ye to acha start he nahin ban raha ...God! kaise shuru karon?" mushkil kuch bhi nahin tha sirf BARISH par 400 lafz ki kahani likhna thi magar kia likhon? Or jo naheen likhon to ye baat chubhti rahegi par jo likha or kisi ko pasand na aya to? Koi parhay ya na parhay "ASBAH" or "STEPHEN" to parh he lain ge magar..
3:00 p.m
"Shit! yahan to barish shuru hogayi acha khasa likhna shuru kardia tha ab kahan chupon?.. saray kaghaz gila hogaya.. " Biragharak hogaya 25 last tareekh hai ... mujhe jeetna hai! ... ye jaga theek rahegi yaheen bathti hon! (ye park ka sab se dhaka chupa kona hai yahan barish bilkul tang naheen karti) ye barish ne bhi abhi hona tha mujhe likhna hai yar story ... ik to ye mitti meray poray kapray kharab kardegi (par main kon sa khushi se is mitti main bethi hon) Kash! yahan bistar hota or main sojati kitna acha lagta.. main darht se taik lagaye akhain monday apni wahid areshani "400 words On Rain" ko sooch rahi thi ke ankh lag gai main abhi khuwabon main pohnchi he thi ke kisi dabi dabi se awaz ne mujhe pani taraf bulana shuru kardiya barish ki is tup tup main ye na janay kon tha...
Main dikhna chahti thi ke ye kon badbakht hai jo mujhe khuwabon se haqiqat ka safar teh karwa raha hai magar.. ankhain ke papotay bhari ho rahay thay.
"Ay barish ko behjnay walay is bhari bharkum ko mujh par se utha takkay main apne bachay is ke kapron par lagnay ki waja se kho na don" koi neechay se bol raha tha
"Mitti ye insaan hai behis or kathoor issay kia kahbar mohabbat ki judai ki ye to dulat ke nashaymain choor rehnay wali makhloq hai .." main ne dekha to maray hairat ke ankhain phati reh gain bhala kabhi mitti bhi bolti hai
"Naheen bol to sirf tum skatay ho jo Uski rehmaton se nala'n ho ..."
" mmm " main kuch bolna chahti thi mgr bolti kia?
"Tujhe likhna hai to RAB ke liye likh ke wo MALIK hai. RAB ko likh, uske bandon ke masail likh bas uske liye likh! likh sakegi uske liye? wo dega" main wahan se bhag khari hoi..
4:00 p.m
Barish kisi ko ronay ka moqa deti hai to kisi ko khushi magar mjhe barish ne in 4 ghanton main "mera or barish ka rishta" dia tha

words count:400

-IllusiOn!

*I dont know wether people will like it or not but ol i can say it I am lukng forward for comments!*

The Rain Storm.

As I lay in my bed, trying to sleep, I heard a spattering of rain outside. I turned over, trying to hear it better. I had always loved rain at night.

‘Come on,’ I thought. ‘Become a huge, loud thunderstorm. Reflect my mood. Be a real-life symbol.
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The rain splashed lightly against my window and the wind whistled, but it did not escalate further.

Lately, I had been feeling less than human. It was hard for me to say just what was wrong. Everything was the same as always. The same people, work. Nothing had changed. But then, perhaps that in itself was the problem. Pinpointing my issue seemed impossible to me. My life wasn’t bad enough for me to call myself ‘depressed’ but I was never happy. I felt hollow, like something was missing. I couldn’t tell what was missing, though, and that lack of knowledge made me constantly unhappy.

So I then poured myself into little bits of everything, for short periods of time. Today I drew something wonderful, and tomorrow I would write my award-winning novel. Friday I would dance like nothing else. Saturday would be devoted to music: Violins, iPods, anything with a hot beat and a catchy tune. But nothing ever lasted. My life was on repeat. Every week was identical. My outlets came back to haunt me.

But I hadn’t exploded, at least not yet. I came home and cried almost daily, but I had yet to finally let everything out and just scream. I hadn’t thrown anything, or hit anyone. My sanity felt like it was ebbing slowly away, but I was physically unhurt.

And that’s when I realized that I was already just like the storm. The storm, the rain, the wind, they were all quiet. The rain painted my window with tears, the same way my eyes managed to produce them every evening. The wind was noisy, but it could not overpower the sound of the rain against my window. It didn’t scream or break anything. But it was there, quietly making itself known to the world to me.

So I realized as I lay there, trying to drift off to sleep, that there didn’t have to be a huge thunderstorm to reflect a type of sadness. The quiet misery I felt was embodied in that quiet rainstorm. I had found a real-life symbol, but somehow, I didn’t feel much better.

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Word Count: 400

Rain And Tears . . .

The Day The Rain God Smiled...




It was the day of reckoning. Ramu had hoped this day would never come. But had seen, with mounting dread in his heart, the tall yet swarthy mustached man go on and on about it all on master’s television screen about 3 days ago.




The master was a great man, thought Ramu. Who else in this large city would have taken a village boy into their house for work and to earn their keep?


At least this is better than staying in the village and dying of hunger, like his elder brother chose. The villagers had suffered worst from the draught. They’d done every possible pooja, (some sacrifices too) but to no avail.


Untill 2 weeks ago.


It had rained. It had rained cats and dogs, like it was the most natural thing to happen after 10 long years of draught. But it did not stop! It kept pouring like INDRA was paying them for their patience, with interest, all at once. As though he was trying to make up for what he’d missed in the past decade.


At first, they thought it to be a blessing. They started getting uneasy however, once the dam, the dry bed of thorny bushes, began to actually overflow.


Suddenly, it all seemed to be more a curse than a blessing.


Ramu’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the name Saharanpur. Almost cricking his neck, he turned to see the sight on the screen that he would never forget.


He was looking at the areal view of a tiny village.. or whatever was left of it. Bits of rubble, A roofless house, a trunk floating on the enormous expanse of water…. Ramu turned away.


But that did not stop his ears from listening to what the reporter was saying:


“….village was completely washed off. It was the only village that stood directly in the path of the water when the dam broke. There are only a handful of survivors. The CM has promised to visit soon. The authorities are still trying to figure out why the dam did not hold through this unseasonal rain when it successfully braved the earthquake last year….”

“You can’t ever trust those damned fools to do anything right, those fools. It’s too late now, boy, you go to sleep now. “






A tear dropped down Ramu’s cheek, just as the rain started splattering the window panes…..






word count : 398


 
My first attempt guys
:)

The Rains are a'coming!!

The winds are strong, and I can feel the salty taste on my skin. It has been a long time coming, but I know it wouldn’t hold out any longer. After all, it’s the monsoon season!



The monsoon in this area has always fulfilled its promises. I would know. I’ve lived here all my life. All 6 years of it.


It’s been an awesome time here. I’ve had my good days and I’ve had those adventurous ones too. Youthful, unbridled joy comes to mind when I see those beautiful blades of grass, fresh in anticipation of the shower they are about to receive. I can even smell the mud. . . . You know, that wet mud smell that comes before every shower. It heightens my pleasure to think of the amazing feast we all will have once the rain stops. My pot belly grumbles; as though its angry, wishing the rain would start; almost willing it to start.


Though it’s been good, I’ve had my share of problems too. Like that time when the ugly neighbor kid who loved to chase around the poor butterflies with a net, spotted me, and decided to have some ‘Real Fun’ that day! He sneaked up and struck out at my leg when I was not looking, forcing me to hop and jump and scream in absolute pain! Thank God his mom called him just then. Another time he had almost poked my eye out with that death stick. Mom did tell me not to visit him or his garden thereafter. “An evil kid he is. I don’t want you anywhere near him. Do you understand? I guess I have to listen to her once in a while. . .


Now It’s time I did what all of us have to do. The monsoon demands it of us. I’m not complaining of course. To be frank, I’m rather proud of the job they gave me. It’s an honor after all, to be the harbinger of Good Times!


There! I see thunderclouds approaching! Just the look of those menacing clouds brings joy to everyone’s hearts! My voice is louder than an elephant’s trumpet, they say! (I can’t be sure though; Never met one of those mammoths!)


Now step aside, dear! Let me do my job!


So here goes:


“Hey Guys! The Rains a’Coming!!


Croak! Croak!


Ribbid! Ribbid!


CRRRRROOOAAAAAKK!!!”

Word Count : 395

Sandeep Malan,Richa,Supari bhai and the Rains....

(Hey guys,guess what our super hero Sandeep Malan is back in the lounge.It s raining and he is having his problems,lets see what our hero is going to do to get rid of supari bhai.Will he disappoint his girlfriend Richa once again...just check and give me your feedbacks.Check "The Legend of Sandeep Malan" if you wanna know how this story evolved....)

“Ok.Evening sharp at 6 pm,CCD,dadar,”Sandeep said to Richa. They were about to meet after a long time.As usual Sandeep was busy with his office work.Also , he was going to take part in a TV reality dance show called “Rakhi ke saath nacho,” he was busy practicing .He was eagerly waiting for Rajinikanth’s next movie “Yentran” which would be released in 2009.He celebrated Rajnikanth's birthday by cutting cake and distributing sweets in his apartment.Even his best friend Asbah was invited for that birthday.

”Yeh to bata,dekhta hai tu kahan,” his phone rang.It was Supari bhai giving his regular supari to sandeep.”Shanpati ,apun ko aaj tujhe milna hai sham 6 baje CCD mein,” Sandeep’s face turned pale and his body started shivering after hearing Supari bhai's voice. He could not repay the 20k bucks that he borrowed from the don.He was supposed to meet his girlfriend Richa and Supari bhai at the same time and that too at the same place.He wanted to get rid of that.An idea struck in his mind. He remembered a scene from Rajnikanth's flick where the hero’s body is painted with black color. Sandeep decided to do the same.He soon removed his shirts and changed his brown face to a yellow one.He painted his face with yellow oil paint, with red stripes just like an adivaasi.

He reached CCD at 6 pm ,people were looking at him like crazy.”See,the clown momma ,” a boy of 4 could not stop laughing after seeing Sandeep in this avatar. Sandeep was already used to such embarassing scenes .He once, roamed Marine drive without his pants and few days later ,he gave himself an European blonde look. He was waiting for Richa. He grabbed her hands as soon she reached CCD. ”Bachao”, She shouted.Sandeep assured her that it was him. He refrained himself from telling the story behind this yellow paint. At the same time,Supari bhai was searching for Sandeep Malan. Sandeep believed that Supari could not identify him, so he decided to perform some Rajini style. ”Enna ,da rascala,you searching for Sandeep,”Sandeep slapped bhai. Supari bhai’s men got furious with this act of the yellow colored guy . ”Enna kanna,chuma adharrula," he went on with his Rajni dialogues.He slapped Supari again and again,it seemed he liked it.Suddenly, it rained and the yellow paints were getting washed off.But he wasn’t aware of it.”Aila, tu hai,pakkado sale ko,”Supari ordered his men to catch Sandeep who was trying to escape.

word count : 400

Not even words..!!

Muted. Drenched-

He winked.

Whelmed, she blinked.


7 words;)
I'm competing like a kid.lolz... Anyway, not far from a story, eh??

Hope :)

And there she was, clinging on to her big purse on one hand and umbrella on the other, looking beautiful as ever as she headed towards me. I was looking for some company for that last mile and she obliged to join me. Our umbrellas collided all the time as the rain refused to die down. I wanted to start the conversation but I had come to know that her boyfriend had dumped her few days back and so didn’t want to relive her pain. Instead I wanted to tell her all that was on my mind.

I wanted to tell her how wrong it was for me to be so insecure. How I wished now that she would return to me again. I would do all that it takes to keep the relationship going. Now it would be me who would be responsible for all that would go wrong. But I couldn’t, I could not get in any words. Wouldn’t it be so selfish on my part to convince her now? Why should I want her to believe me?

Finally we reached our destination. It felt weird, speechless the whole way. I actually didn’t mind spending everyday outside her house in the pouring rain, just to tell her how I felt. And then in the end I finally managed to utter “Sneha”.She looked at me, it seemed her eyes wanted me to say something all this while. She Waited.

“I ….I……. well….well………”

*A loud nagging noise from somewhere*

“Will you directly have your lunch son?”

“Mom”

As I drove to my office, I saw the black clouds gather. It sure would rain heavily I thought.I somehow managed to reach office some 20 minutes late. Boss gave me an angry look which I had somewhat got used to. As I sat in my office chair, my friend cum colleague Sumeet said something in a very hush-hush manner.

“Sorry… what? Didn’t get you?

Dude I said Aditya dumped Sneha

I pinched myself.

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My Rainy Day

Each touch of rain to the ground
makes me die a little,
and live a little more.
So solemn is the day,
grey and endless,
like an infinite nothing.
My mind drifts in these empty days,
thoughts of freedom,
ideals of love.
They come to me when I'm here.
Tomorrow seems so far away,
like a shade in the horizon.
The clouds drift away,
but the rain keeps pouring on.
Time seems to stop,
in the chaotic noise and cold feel,
feelings of death and rebirth.
I love rainy days,
except when I'm in love.

***

Just wanted to share this poem I wrote a long time ago.

That rainy day...

"Why does it never rain when you are with me ??" He sounded so gloomy.

"How am i supposed to know dear ? God Knows!!"



It was raining again.... Just when we have to meet. It always happens so... As it is,it rains in bangalore anytime and everytime... but even if it is too hot and sunny all day, it will definitely rain when i have to meet Ayush.



"Ok! its stopped raining.. I am starting now"



"Hope you don't get your umbrella."



"High hopes!! I have no intention of falling sick.Any way unlike you,i do not stay with my parents but with room mates here"



"Ok...atleast reach fast. I have already started from home"



And it rained again while i was in the auto. but the thought of spending time with Ayush made my heart soar higher. I played with the raindrops falling from the auto sides, singing my favorite rain filled songs and messaging love notes to him.



Ayush loved choclates so i decided to get down at the bakery before going to our meeting place in the nearby park. I was paying the auto wallah when i heard his voice behind me.He was talking on his cell phone.and then i heard him say ...



"Don't be so naughty darling.. I have to meet an old friend.. Ya he is a guy dear.. no other girl is as sweet as my honey right... Ok baba.. i will be on time... Bye,,, love you ma sweet heart"



I could not turn towards him... My face was pale, eyes red with tears... Ayush, the so called love of my life,one for whom i fought with all my friends and family... He did not love me at all..







Suddenly the rains meant different to me. I regretted not getting my umbrella as i walked back home. I regretted falling sick for next 5 days. But i was happy it gave me time to be away from him.



I left him but rains took me in their arms till i was alone....

When I look at the rain...

This is not so much of a story, but anyway, whatever it is, it is all here...

When I look at the rain out of my bedroom window on a day filled with leisure, a day when I let my deepest desires roam free... the first thing I think about is the lush green Swiss mountains, nurtured by nature, and the romantic breeze so soft and alluring...

When I take a second glance, I see a young couple dancing in the rain, on empty roads, carefree... 

and then I see myself, with him... the faceless one, the one with whom I know I'd wanna be with...

Maybe somewhere deep within, I know the face that I want to see, but I am afraid to take his name, lest the winds carry it to him... The face at which I could stare for long hours, (without getting caught), the face that belonged to a person I admired...., the face that I searched for in a group of twenty and a crowd of twenty hundred...., the way my heart suddenly started overworking on its own when I finally did spot him..., the way I always shrouded my admiration under a false garb..., the times when I silently cheered for him......, the way I wanted to be happy because I knew he was, the times when I found myself smiling because I knew he was... the times when I wanted to say something to him and never found my nerves at the right places to do so... the times when I waited for him to come and talk to me... and when he did, the way my spirits stayed high and I had music in my ears and a spring in my step for an entire day and another night...

And then our ways parted, to two ends of the world... 

But I know they will cross again, sometime in the future...

Will I be able to tell him all I feel when I see him again....????