November 3, 2011
Guardian Angel
I read, write and think too much. When I’m not doing doing any of the above, I document my personal style and obsessively doodle.
October 16, 2011
Tacky Imprints !!
October 9, 2011
The Wait..
The one sitting next to him agreed on his point.
It was 11 in the morning and these two guys were returning from their night shifts and before going back to their respective dwellings, they had made the choice of enjoying a cup of coffee along with some hot corporate conspiracies and office gup-shups . So could be well seen from their unman-aged formal clothes and their unkept hair.
"And did you look at that bitch Neha!", said the blue shirt guy.
"Man, yeah. What kind of a girl she is! Totally a shame on the female community!", said the pink shirt guy.
And they both laughed.
"Sshhh..This guy sitting next to you is listening to all what we are talking about", he said and blue shirt guy turned to look who was sitting next to him.
The scene was, in a mall, near the cafeteria, on one bench of three, were sitting these three guys. Pink shirt guy on one end, with blue shirt guy sitting in the middle and this young guy on the other end.
Now this guy seemed to be much younger than these two guys. He was in his cool T-shirt and jeans but was sitting there a bit dull. Hence he might have turned towards these two people just to listen to their talks for a futile time-pass.
But those two guys were a bit surprised as to why would a guy like him sit at such an early hour and listen to their talks while he could go out and enjoy. It seemed as if he had nothing else much interesting to do but to sit and hear those two people out!
"Oh, come-on! Let it be na! He doesn't know either of us and also he has no idea as to about all whom we are talking ", and they both laughed.
This young guy was still listening to them.
His one hand was in his lap and the other was giving a support to his head while his eyes and ears were busy listening to those guys! It seemed as if that small baby was instructed by his mother to sit there and listen to those people and there he was,obeying his mother like an obedient child!
This continued for some 15-20 minutes and then she came.
"Okay, Shall we proceed?", said the girl approaching this guy.
"Oh, yeah. Let's go",he said lifting himself, happily, from the bench.
And they both left! And he seemed happy the moment she came.
As The wait, was finally over!
August 15, 2011
Sign Misunderstood
“What do you want?”,she asked,sounding a bit irritated.
“You”,came the reply.
“That doesn’t gonna change what has happened between us”.
“Then tell me what I can do to change it”,he wanted her back,desperately now.
This was all she had been waiting to hear. She wanted to scream out her love for him
.Her heart pounded,skipped a beat and finally she gathered courage to speak,but words just won’t come.
He took it as a sign of her losing faith in his love.A sign misunderstood .
“I know I have been a jerk in your life. I have the capacity to hurt you and this is what made me run away from you.But trust me, every single second that I breathe,I remember you.”
She knew this all.She knew he loved her but just won’t admit and express it,a hard to understand soul he always has been.
“But trust me, this time I won’t leave you.Never ever. Just trust me and come back to me.I really really Love you.Please forgive me for all the past things that I have done to hurt and humiliate you.I am sorry”,he said sounding low now.
She had been waiting for this day and this very moment since the day they broke up.And now that all this was happening in real,she just couldn’t control her tears from showing up in her eyes.
But he thought she didn’t want him back again.He thought she was engaged with someone else.He took it as a sign telling him to back off as she had already moved on in life with some else.
He interpreted it as a sign that she wasn’t in love with him anymore and just didn’t want him back.But this was surely , a sign misunderstood.
She was crying.Dreams striking reality made her cry.
“Okay, I understand.I have no right to ask forgiveness for all the past deeds and obviously no right to ask for you and your love again.I am sorry that I called”,he hung up on her.
She stood dumbstruck.With the cell phone in her hands and frozen to death.She just lost what she thought was hers for life.Her silence was misinterpreted. But she couldn’t help correcting the sign misunderstood because the call log said the call was made by unknown caller,a Skype call with no number to dial back.
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Point of View
July 23, 2010
Please don't call me jerk

"I am going,you always make fun of me and call me a jerk" He said. turned back and began walking. He looked innocent and cute, nagging.
"I shall never let you go in the first place...I am sorry, din't mean to hurt you", she replied,came running and gave him a hug.
"can I ever leave you,ask urself...? I was kidding" he smiled.
"Can't you stay quite for one moment u jerk..." she whispered as her eyes were close and she has holding him tight, their arms wrapped around.
"I am going.... I hate you... you said you wont call me a jerk again", he started to take his arms off her.
"I shall never let you go...my jerk", she held him tighter.
I am a passionate individual,Life is too short to be wasted on chasing things that doesn't really count after death,I believe Life is about making an impact on something around u that lasts,something like a smile on someone's face. That's it.
July 14, 2010
Little Bile
Part 1
“You better go and wash your face in a pot full of shit!”
“Oh, get lost! You do not even have a face to wash anywhere.”
“I know what I need to do. Just do not bother me again!”
“Fine, I’m leaving!”
Sumanta slammed the door behind him.
“Ya, go! Damn you! I’m leaving too!”
Kruti too slammed the door behind her and left.
It has been an hour since they left. The house has been silent, motionless and noiseless too since then. The light in the bedroom was glowing. The kitchen tap was probably open, contravening the silence. The living room was dark, cold and at sixes and sevens. Nothing moved – the door, the curtains, the chairs, the fan, the remote, the sofa and little Bile on it. Nothing moved. Bile is Sumanta and Kruti’s eight year old son. He did not understand a single thing that his parents talked about. He was always quiet since morning, when his mother, wake him up in this sorry Sunday morning. He could feel the rain pouring on the terrace and on the balcony. Did his parents take umbrellas with them? He does not know and never in his life had he given an umbrella to his parents while they go out. He was not responsible for that ever! However, today, for a change, he woke up, brushed his teeth, took bath, got dressed up, ate the piece of bread and drank the glass of milk – all by himself. Nobody had to run behind him for each of these daily chores. In fact, none had the time to run behind him today, since it was a sorry Sunday morning. His parents did not have time to look at him today, because they were always cursing and shouting at each other since they opened their fiery eyes. Bile has been a good boy today. He was going through all these chores one by one keeping an eye on his parents – their fists – their high raised voices – their curses until the door banged twice as they moved out of the house. Since then, he sat there, on the sofa knowing not what to do. The sofa gave him some comfort and he almost felt asleep. Probably the rain drops on the terrace kept him awake – he somehow, likes the sound of those drops – synchronized, consistent and inexorable. It has been an hour since his parents slammed the door and left for nowhere!
He was terrified by their behavior today. He was afraid if he would see the faces of his parents again. He was too small to even think what could be the consequences of this sorry Sunday morning. He wanted to cry, but there was none around to comfort or commiserate him. Hence, he did not. He wanted to sleep, since the sofa was too comfortable and he was feeling cold in that dark living room. He was somewhat happy that he was alone in the house and he could do absolutely anything with nobody around to stop him; but he had nothing special to do. He did not plan anything ahead of time. He was feeling clueless too, with a little doubt that the door would bang open once again and his parents might comeback with those false grins on their faces, like always.
Bile spent another hour, sitting on the sofa, with eyes fixed at the door which never opened. The rain has stopped by now. Still, the drops from the leaves were making that sound on the terrace – every other second. He just wanted to cry out aloud and wished to scream to someone; only if there were anyone to hear him and attend to him. He stretched his legs – they were jammed, sitting in that one position for so long a time. This was the first thing that moved in two hours. Slowly Bile got down from the sofa, still watching the door and hoping it would open. But nothing! He stood there for some time, to decide what to do. He could not! He walked to the kitchen to see if the tap was really open. He peeped in. Yes! It was open no doubt, but he was the last person in the house who could reach atop the sink to turn the tap the other way. He just left it as it was – dripping. He looked around. The house was almost haunting to him. The walls seem to squeeze in, reducing the space he had for himself – the whole house! He was still feeling cold, and may be a little hungry too. He went to his room, quietly, as if he was punished for making noise while walking in his own room. He saw the umbrella which his father bought him from the last mela but he could never use it since it did not rain as it is raining now. Quietly enough, he picked up the rainbow colored umbrella and slipped into the slippers and walked towards the main door.
Part 2
“He is tall. He is black. She is combing her hair. He is running for the bus. She is lovely. They are students. She is talking over the mobile. She is wearing a saree. He is riding a bicycle. He is riding a bike. She is making signs to him. They are waiting for the tram. She is busy. He is smart. Those are talking to each other.”
Bile was walking on the wet roads in Kolkata, almost unnoticed, with the rainbow colored umbrella in hand and tiny steps taking him nowhere, but away from the cold, dark and silent house. The road was bustling, but quieter than usual days, when he comes out to go to school. He walked alone – slowly, but surely enough not to return again!
… To be continued.
[To my readers: I know I am not writing much these days and I apologize to all those who await my posts here. Lately, a lot of stories came to my mind which I failed to put down in black and white. This one, is one of the best thoughts that came to my mind and I would love to write this one – long and completely. Part 2 has just started. Will post the same in time! Thanks for your love and support. That is what keeps me going on.]
Love writing, singing and making friends. Enjoy life and welcome it with a smile. Want to do things differently .. end up doing different things!
May 13, 2010
Weightless Heavy
"Oh, sorry", she apologized hiding a sheet of paper behind her.
"What are you hiding", I asked curiously.
"Nothing, ignore it", she continued, "OK, tell me if I leave you forever".
"I have many options and they are not as heavy as you. You would have killed me if you had sit on my lap for one more second", now I was teasing her.
"Well, sometimes your questions create fear in my mind", I became serious,"You know how much I love you?"
"Yes, I do", she confessed,"OK dear, we are getting late, I think we should leave now. Bye, take care".
"Bye, love you", I bid her adieu.
Then we didn't meet for about a month. And one day, I got a news which changed my life. She left me forever. I went to her home where her Mom gave me a note written by her daughter.
It read,"Dear, that day I was hiding my reports. I had cancer, last stage. I wanted to tell you but I couldn't. How could I? Dear, You used to call me your angel and see I've become one. Now I'm not heavy like before. Don't you know, the angels are weightless? Now you can use your options. Take care, love you".
The note felt heavier than her.
February 28, 2010
Logout (on the other side)
Love writing, singing and making friends. Enjoy life and welcome it with a smile. Want to do things differently .. end up doing different things!
November 21, 2009
Chocolate Tour
The journey till Philadelphia was uneventful. Once we were nearing the city of Hershey the scenery began to change. I was very happy to see the panoramic view of green meadows on both sides of the road with scattered houses that looked like chocolates. Reaching Hershey we were so hungry that we rushed straight to the food court. With the input of calories we began our tour of the factory and other places. It was indeed an excellent place with very hygienic atmosphere and such a variety of chocolates. I indulged in helping myself to a good quantity ignoring the silent but lethal look on my wife’s face.
By the time we finished the tour and got ready for the return journey, which is a good 130 Mile, I and my grand daughter were so tired that we began to sleep. When my son woke us up on reaching the house it was 8PM and God did we have a good time! I think I enjoyed it more than the little one.
November 20, 2009
GOD’S EARLY GIFT
Five months rolled by and during August 1964 the problems began to get worse. My mother’s hypertension steadily remained at 160/95 causing tremendous tension to both my Father and the Physician. Remember in 1964 there were hardly any specialty hospitals or any sophisticated diagnostic facilities like today and things were near primitive and we had to go the Government Maternity Hospital, Egmore for Delivering a baby. We had not made any arrangements for the hospital because it was still very early. On 31st August my mom got so delirious that she had convulsions and we were very scared. The Doctor who checked her up said it was eclamsia or something which is better avoided during pregnancy. This added more fear to our already sinking hearts. We rushed her to the Hospital and she was admitted in ICU. After 3 days of excellent dedicated efforts of those Angels (Yes that is how the Doctors appeared to us) could bring down her BP but decided that she cannot go through 3 more months for delivery in this condition. They suggested to my father that it was imperative to terminate pregnancy to save her life and anyway 30 odd weeks old fetus is not much of a baby! He agreed and the Doctors performed the Operation.
It was September 1964 when the Doctors called my Dad and informed him that the operation was successful and my mother was safe. We all cried with pleasure and rushed to see her. She was alright and had got back some colour in her cheeks and was on the path of recovery. We thanked GOD for his mercy in saving her from near disaster. It is then the Staff Nurse asked my dad, “Don’t you like to see the Baby!, Sir ?”. It almost shook my Dad. He said, “Baby? Which Baby? Is the Baby alive!?”. She smiled and said, “Well, you better wear the surgeon’s clothes and follow me”. We were given face masks, body gown sterilized, and led to a room which contained a small fish tank like contraption, called Incubator and showed us the tiny spec of life lying there in all its glory. It was so small in size that we could hardly make out its features. The nurse said, “You know your girl has broken the record for the earliest pre-born fully developed infant”. Our eyes were filled with tears and we were just looking at her.
It took 2 more months for the baby to come out of incubator and only for feeds the mother was allowed to hold her in her hands with Her own mouth covered in a mask, lest she infected the baby. This Early Gift of God is today settled in USA with her two kids who are in their teens and a happy family. Strange Indeed are the ways of GOD. Dedicated to the Pre-Born kids Month of November.
November 8, 2009
Ebony and Ivory.
9: 43 am.
"You think you can heal people?"
"yes."
"How?"
"I touch them, and they heal."
"Alright. Who was the last person you healed?"
"I found a boy crying on the road the other day, I touched him. He stopped crying. He healed."
"He stopped crying? Okay. So have you ever healed a wound?"
pause
"Yes. I have. I must have. I'm sure."
"So tell me Anvesha, tell me about you. What do you think? What do you like? What do you don't like? go on... tell me."
"I don't like you."
14th June, 2009.
9: 30 am.
"You mentioned a friend the last time. Sonya. Who is she? Are you close with her?"
"She's the reason I'm here. She's my best friend. She means everything to me. She lives with me."
"She lives with you? Your parents allow friends to stay over?"
"Yess, yes. They do. They like her too."
" Are you lying Anvesha? "
" I told you I don't like you."
"So your friend, Sonya, does she know you can heal people?"
"Yes, I have healed her. Her parents were abusive. Her father drinks a lot. She was very depressed, so I healed her. Now she's happy with me, at home."
" So healing is like power to you?"
" I think I can see power. I can feel it. And I don't like talking about it, its very personal.
I came here for different reasons. I just need some therapy not some godliness advice. Sonya thought i should get therapy. not even me. So why don't you talk about other things and we can move along"
" But you told me about your power"
" So? I didn't give you a right to talk about it."
21st June, 2009
9: 56 am.
**sigh**
"Excuse me?"
**sigh**
"What? I told you I don't want to talk about it."
"You threw a plant at your teacher and you say you "quit" college?"
" She said I was wrong about everything! She said genetics isn't my field. How can she say that? I live for this. I live for this research."
"What research?"
"Mutating genes."
" Regeneration?"
"yes. It's my baby. And she asked me to shut up about it."
" So you quit?"
"Yes."
"How will you pursue your research then?"
"I'll join a library, I can do this on my own."
27th June, 2009
9: 47 am.
"...so I found this person online and I'm so excited about doing this project with him. He understands everything. I've never been so happy before!"
" hmmm. I see. So this guy? where does he live?"
" Here in Mumbai. He's a little older than me. Someone whom I sketched in my head when I was small to be my boyfriend! He's perfect. So perfect."
" How can you be sure?"
" You know what? You're a pathetic loser!" Anvesha reaches out to the pen stand.
"I hate you!"
She throws it at her.
"I hate feeling excited about telling you anything!"
She grabs her hand.
" You're nothing. You're not important!"
*
"So that was sudden. You were happy a moment before. Why this sudden rage?"
" I don't know. It happens sometimes. Maybe its your face."
"yes. I have a lot of freckles. Do you not like freckles?"
" I hate freckles. I hate looking at them. I hate those dots and those shapes. You're ugly."
"Maybe. You don't know that."
" I do know that. I do know that."
"yes, weekly, two hours has made you know that."
"No. I knew it when I saw you. You remind me of my mother. That face, that firm voice. I hate it."
"You hate your mothers voice?"
"I hate you."
4th July, 2009
9: 35 am.
"I think I need your help. I don't know...but I feel my husbands cheating on me. I cant get over this...", she sobs.
" So? Why do you need my help?"
" You can heal me! please heal me!", she screams.
" I don't think so. It's your problem, you handle it"
"But! You help people don't you?", she chokes.
"Okay. Fine. Give me your hand."
Anvesha closes her eyes when she holds her.
" There."
" I don't feel anything. I don't feel healed."
" I cant heal you then."
"Why not?"
" I don't know."
She stops sobbing.
" You couldn't heal me?"
"No."
"why?"
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!!"
"Alright."
"I hate you!"
11th July, 2009
9:45 am.
"Husband's still cheating on you?", Anvesha snorts in some confused emotion.
"I don't know. I haven't confronted him yet."
"Hah. Loser."
"Yeah. Maybe. You quit too. You're a loser too."
"NO! I'm not. Okay? I'm not a loser. I don't know why I quit."
"Are you on meds?"
"Yes, the doc says I got some bipolar shit or something. I wasn't listening. Mom gives me some tabs to eat in the night."
"Okay. Do you take them regularly?"
"Yeah. Whatever. Don't you speak to my mother like everyday?"
" Hah, no. You think am that interested in your life?"
" Liar"
"Yeah. Whatever. Don't you ask about me everyday?"
" I don't like you".
17th July, 2009
9: 32 am.
" How's Sonya?"
" She's fine. She's been busy."
"Doing what?"
"Things. I don't know. She just lives with me, what am I supposed to know everything?"
"Why so worked up?"
"Am not. She's just not been around."
"Is she scared of you?"
"Why should she be?"
" You have a tendency to yell and throw things? Maybe that's why?"
"No. It's not a tendency. It's involuntary. No one understands it."
"Do you think the bipolar might be a reason?"
"That's bull."
"Hahahah. bull?"
"Yeah, bull."
"Why don't you ask her?"
"She says she doesn't know"
"When did you ask her?"
"nn-now"
"Now?"
"Yeah. Now", she hesitated.
"She isn't here."
*
"My mom told me you left your husband."
" She did?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I couldn't heal you."
" Your mom told me you joined class again."
"She did?"
" Yes. I'm glad i could help you."
"You didn't"
"Yeah, sure."
"I don't like you."
*
"You know where Sonya goes?"
"NO! and I don't want to know!"
*
24th July, 2009
9: 40 am.
" She's gone. Her clothes. Her everything. She's gone!", Anvesha yelled when she entered the room.
"You know why?"
"NO!"
"Sit down."
"NO!"
"Sit down!"
"Okay."
"You know why? You're intelligent enough right?"
"I'm crying. I'm crying dammit! I don't cry!"
" I know. This must have really hurt you. Is this some sort of an epiphany? Your eyes look wide."
" She never existed!"
" Or maybe a revelation!"
"Shit. Fuck. No! What is happening. I read about bipolar. Shit. No!"
" Your mom told me you learn things when you see it front of your eyes. You believe in science."
"wh-what!?"
"Isn't it true?"
"Yes. Maybe,why are you asking me this?"
" Just wanted to know."
Anvesha had stopped crying.
"What was i talking about?"
" I have no idea."
"Okay. Alright. What else now? Are we finished? Feels like I've been here since long"
" Yeah. Sure."
*
"I have researched quite a lot you know."
" Oh good. With that internet friend?"
" What internet friend?"
" I might be mistaken. Sorry. Your college mate then?"
"Yeah. This friend in college is helping me."
"Great."
*
"I do understand things when seen. It's like facts. I believe in facts. Science is facts."
"Facts can be quite deceptive sometimes."
" Facts are real. Deception is emotional"
"I'm not married. I don't have a husband."
"OH."
31st July, 2009
10.00 am
"This might be our last-
"I like you."
***
October 15, 2009
Real friends
Already tired from everything happening around me, i just said "Nothing much"
"Cmon, you can tell me.. you share everything with me.."
"I don't know dear.Just feeling something amiss"
"Cheer up gal,sad tones don't suit you"
"Yeah, I will be fine soon.. Ok! gotta go now."
"Bye babes,love ya!"
"same here" and i logged off, but the mood was still same.
As i sat listening to few sad numbers on my Ipod,I wanted to go out of the gloomy walls that surrounded me. Luckily you agreed to meet for a drink. The random conversation flowed as smooth as the drinks down our throat and soon i smiled, the smile giving way to laughter and the day looked so much better.
I pinged him first thing as soon as i was back home and he was so pleased to see the smiles back in the chat.But what i realized that evening was that virtual friends can never replace the real ones ! One should cherish both of them equally.
Inspired by the thoughts of Tan dada.
An IT professional(by chance),poet and blogger by passion,Talkative foodie,smiling soul,childish,best friend,emotional,dreamy,and bathroom singer !
KISS it!

I am a working Mom who found my passion in cake making more than a year ago when all my three kids have left for college. Being alone with just the house help as companion, I suddenly felt bored and unhappy so i started trying to bake some simple cakes and brownies which my office mates liked much.
This passion made me busy plus I started earning a handsome amount as additional income for the family.
Now I am planning to put up a small time cake and coffee shop near our office. Hopefully this will prosper soon.
This is now my cake blog, though I have already a blog (http://intelclub.blogpsot.com/) where I spend my spare time by writing poems and short stories.
I have an FB page for my cakes named Vanilla Delights...I am still an amateur and also i don't make fondant cakes because there are just a couple or more who are interested in ordering fondant cakes. So I am more into butter cream and whipping cream icing.
-- Vanilla Delights
October 11, 2009
In search of the Ratican....

"Andrew,focus the camera near the lake please," I urged our camera man to turn the camera near the oaks.
We were a group of 5 researchers and we all worked for "Adventure Channel". Jane,Nicole,Andrew,Richard were the other 4 from my group.We all have been roaming across the Amazon aimlessly for about a week in search of the worlds most dangerous snake called "Ratican".The name may sound strange but its highly poisonous and has the tendency of killing a person within 5 seconds.When we approached the locals for help,hardly anyone offered us any guidance.Finally we all took it as an assignment and left for the biggest snake hunt ever. The Ratican is a colorful snake and has a length of about 8 meters.
"Damn,Steve,where the hell is that limbless creature hiding?" Nicole was pissed off after the 12 hours journey.
"Nicole,girl its our profession dear,ACTV pays us for this and we have to work,"I said to Nicole.
"Ok Chief,"She winked.
We wandered the Amazon like homeless vagabonds.Somehow I had a strong intuition that we had taken a wrong path.I checked the map once again for verification.
"Sir,look this isn't the Berkenstien's path,some one fooled us,we are lost ," Jane was scared and afraid.
"Oh! dear no one has fooled us,lets check,"I soothed Jane.
"Andrew, guess we came across this lake,didn't we?"I asked my team mate and camera man Andrew if we came through that path.
"I guess yes,wait let me check the video camera,"Andrew played his video camera to trace the path.
"Yes,Steve,thats the path ,"Andrew added.
"Then how come we don't see this place on our map,"Now we all were confused.
"Sir, we have to do something,lets leave,"Richard and Jane said in unision.
"No, friends,we have to explore the Ratican on our channel and perhaps it would make us famous,got it," I smiled at both of them.
"Sir,we are hungry,and our food packets are empty,what will we do now?,"Nicole was famished.
"Lets go fishing and search for some nice big fleshy fishes from that lake,"Richard was drooling.
We 5 soon headed for the lake.Fortunately we were able to catch 12 fleshy fishes and Andrews contribution was handy as he caught 8 of those.We never knew the name of the creature that we were eating,but it was delicious.
"Jane,you cook well,"I patted Jane's back.
She smiled in return.
"Jane,you are awesome,"Richard winked at her.
"Umm!Yummy!" Andrew and Nicole said in Unison.
We were in the quest of the great Ratican ,the killer snake who got us into a spot.Ratican is an amphibious snake and belonged to the family of King Cobra and the rattle snake. A big Ratican has the ability to swallow a giant sized rabbit.
"Steve,what next?,"Andrew asked me.
"Lets take some rest,"I said and we slept under the giant Redwoods for a while.
We all dozed off for a while.When we got up after 3hrs,we got the biggest shock and we remained stunned.Richard was lying unconcious and his body had turned blue .His face was swollen.When I checked his pulse,everything was over.He was dead.
His eyes had turned pink and this itself suggested that the Ratican was some where around us. Richard was perhaps the youngest from our group and an enthusiast for adventure activities.
"Steve ,we have to leave now,"Jane was afraid after the Raticans curse.
"Chill,Jane!,"Andrew hugged her.
Somehow my guess was correct and the Ratican was one step away from us.We were a step away from exploring the Ratican.
"Oh!Jerk!"Nicole mumbled.
"We've lost our friend,comrade and don't want to lose anyone now,"She added.
"Nico,it would be nice gift for our Richard,"I said and we searched for the dreadliest snake on earth.
My eyes soon spotted a long snake with black and red stripes separated by a golden fringe.
"Andrew,get the camera near it,"I asked Andrew.
"Is it Ratican?,"Andrew asked.
"Hurray!!We have found the Ratican,"I yelled and screamed.
Nicole and Jane smiled and we all were happy.We carefully picked it and placed it on the box and left for America.
"Hip Hip Hurray,"we 4 shouted and had a group hug.
We remembered Richard at this hour of excitement and we were sure that he would be happy for it .
"Finally our mission is accomplished,"I smiled back at Jane,Nicole and Andrew.
Hello, Hello , I'm the Solitary Writer from the world wide web who is passionate about writing as much like you love reading. I am into everything and often many people call me as the connoisseur of art though I consider myself to be 'just another blogger' in this huge blog world. Since you are here, why don't you read my blog posts and leave your comments for me?
July 2, 2009
Red Rose

Hi! Let's say this in short- I'm a 14 year old budding writer who likes blogging and writing :) One day I hope to get many books of mine published and for them to sell really well!!!
June 25, 2009
Mystery Man + Sumita or Sarah

Hi! Let's say this in short- I'm a 14 year old budding writer who likes blogging and writing :) One day I hope to get many books of mine published and for them to sell really well!!!
June 16, 2009
A conversation
"Did you ever miss me"
"Just for a few months.."
"And then you found someone else?"
"No... I stopped missing people."
"Don't tell me that.. You can't do that"
"Its upto you to beleive... I am not going to convince you like before"
"But you said people rarely change"
"Did you not change?"
"In what way ? I still love you"
"Yes, you might still love me.. but you don't trust me anymore"
"But.."
"but i guess you never did" and she walked off.
June 6, 2009
The Mysterious Person At The Door!!!
Vikram, or Vik as Sally called him sometimes, smiled. He had thought that his own wife was a crazy murderer or something! Vikram opened the door. At the door was none other than Sari, his ex-wife. "You rascal!" Sari screamed, shoving a knife in Vikram's throat.
Hi! Let's say this in short- I'm a 14 year old budding writer who likes blogging and writing :) One day I hope to get many books of mine published and for them to sell really well!!!
June 2, 2009
My Piano and Me @ Night
The night haunts me. The day haunts me too. But when the sun is up, I can see people moving around me – talking to their friends or talking to themselves. As the night drops, my spine shivers. My ankles tremble. My wrists quaver. I fear my keyboard. The notes I play at night are all damp. The Middle C seems to be the best I can press. The C Chord stands beside it, like a lonely friend. The other notes seem obsolete or not understood. The piano does not play well. Or may be, I cannot play it at night. The environment is such – the ambience is such.However, I long of it. I long for the night. I wait eagerly for the night to come, and when it comes, I get scared! I feel happy in my fright. I feel normal – maybe I was born to live only at nights. The keyboard frightens me. I plug it on and press the Middle C and it sounds like a trumpet. Which is the voice I am playing on? Let me see… its Grand Piano – the normal one! Then, why does it play a trumpet when I press the Middle C? I wish I would know. I keep playing it. C-C-F-G-E-C-C. C-C-F-A-D-C-C. These are the only tunes I can play. These are the only notes I seem to know. And the C Chord stays – 1, 2, 3, 4… it plays on and stops not! Thank you. Thank you for being there – thank you for staying there with me. There is no one. It’s night again!
The other night:
I was playing the piano. I tried the other chords and they played – they played well! I saw the time. It was quarter past 3. Almost morning! I moved aside, pressing the Demo button. It
played on a series of notes – all together – continuously! I felt content. Now, I could afford to leave my room and walk out. I walked out. It was drizzling. No, I did not get wet. It was not that heavy a downpour. I walked across the other door. I walked down the stairs and reached the road. It was silent. The neighbor’s dog was sleeping, inserting its head between his two fore legs. My steps created sound. It woke up – looked at me – woo woo – a mild woof – mentioning its presence – settled within itself again. I smiled – he knows me! I walked across the road. The road was wet – more than I was. Small rivers of water made their way through the curves and cracks. The iron-man (who irons our cloths) was sleeping beside his shop – tired, but comfortable! I roamed for sometime more and got wet a bit by then. I came back home. My piano was still playing. Dhig-Dhig-Chaak; D-Dhig Dhig Chaak! The time stamp read ¾. That was fine. Working well! I listened to the tunes being played and stood there at my door. I wished I could play the same one day – all by myself!Now:
It’s not raining. It’s rather hot – I am sweating and it’s sticky. The RH (relative humidity) must be very high now. Anyways, the coconut tree across my room allowed a few wafts of breeze to creep in through my window. They were soothing. My piano was off. I did not switch it on for some time now. A couple of weeks, I guess. That is long enough, for sure. I took my new mobile – the touch maestro. I never loved a mobile so much before. Well, I am happy to have it now. The FM widget glowed, when I swapped the mobile desktop and I clicked on it. It started playing the only English FM radio station in town. And the song? One of my favorites and my sister’s too: Be With You by Enrique Iglesias! What a song – there could not have been a better time for it. Suddenly I want to write a few more lines for the song. I remembered the lyrics and I wrote:
I Wanna Be With You
Will I ever get a chance?
Will you ever let me dance?
Will ever let me say, how much I love you?
Wanna be with you!!
I am happy. I really want to be with her. The piano keys glaze.
I switched it on and started to play the song – not the one I was listening to; but the one I wrote just now. I am playing the song now. The Middle C rocks – and so does the C Chord! And when both are together it is awesome. I pressed on Voice and selected 72 – Trumpet! All set now. I am playing it – my words, my tune, my song! C-C-B-D… I look at the clock. It’s quarter to 3. Almost morning!
Happy to have my space @ TWL back. I Love Writing here. More so, when somebody misses my writes. I am happy to be able to write my mind here. This post, is dedicated to Pratibha Sofat. Thanks Sis :)
Love writing, singing and making friends. Enjoy life and welcome it with a smile. Want to do things differently .. end up doing different things!


