Heights of Addiction

Phone rings.
This guy will never leave me even when he is in honeymoon
“Hello, dude.. I forgot to tell you one important thing. Please do it dude.”
“Okay”
“I’ll give you my login id and password of my FB. Harvest the crops in my farm”
He cuts the call, with hands on his head!


Cross posted from ER

Guess..!!

Guess some people are meant to be lonely..!
Guess some people are meant for constant criticism..!
Guess some people are meant to face harsh blows of life,
And some harsher..
Guess some people are designed for crash testing..!

For Love's Sake

He almost finished the note. “So I end my life, I love you so much but I can never get you. I cannot live with this pain, because it’s either you or death. This is my reason, no one is responsible not even you” He placed the note at her feet, her body lay blue.

She - 2

Meowwww

she purred happily in his arms. She felt safe there. Away from the horrible rumors. If they were true, the world would never be the same again. She had to be with him.... one last time

She jumped out of the window. In a flash she transformed.

Professor McGonagall faded away into the mist.

She

He knew not to disturb her. She hated to be distracted when she was hungry. After an hour,he saw her step in. She tip toed to the kitchen,unaware of him,and sat on the stool.He picked her in his arms,playing with her while she licked him and purred playfully.

Bloody Knife

As he entered the hall he could smell dried blood. He immediately switched on the lights and found a bloody knife. He searched every room fanatically. Immediately his mobile buzzed.

"Honey I tried cutting vegetables for first time and ended up doing first aid in our neighbor's apartment. Will be there in ten minutes!"

Cross posted from Enigmatic Rantings (ER)

Terrific Traffic...

Within every nerve andn all the clots,
am overloaded with jus thoughts.
Clumsy topics accumulating my mind,
To which there's no escape,no hide.
Be it in the bed, or wandering on roof,
My mind doesn't leave me aloof.
Without any signal,without any horn
This traffic has no dusk,no morn.
When I wanna be at my best,
These hefty thoughts don't let me rest.
Pricking pain and Tickling brain,
Zillion of ideas, how to drain.
Awestruck, a thought struck, fearin brainsick,
Poor me with this Terrific Traffic..!!!

I got inspired by WIth Or Without You...

Hey everyone! Long time no post huh? Well I got inspired while making a special mixed CD... put the song With or Without You on it and thought 'Hmm... what would it be like being without someone special?'

It would be pure misery

Way worse than visiting a cemetery

I can't define in full words

Just in some keywords

Loneliness

A bit like air sickness

When you feel like there's nothing to live for

Life becomes a bore

Don't you think?

I do... that's why I'm using this writing ink? Well, I'm actually using a keyboard, but think rhymes with writing ink :P

Did this remind you of anything or anyone? Bye! More in a few days time :D

In Case You're Interested: roshwrites

That's My Blog :D

" ..I have no luck, I dont miss it all that much..!"

Mystery blues hit me hard,
Oh! I found my mirror in shards,
I look into the shards,
I try to unearth the truth,
and wonder If I am any purposeful.

Its yet another drag-a-day,
I wish some one would just sing a "say"
I don't believe the Fortune Teller,
She lies, and says "It may".


They say life is full of surprises,
I say life is unfair.
They say nothing remains same,
I say Life is a sordid game.
But I don't know who to blame..!

I hold all the threads together,
Trying not to let go.
My grip being more stronger,
Sweaty brows and I tug more harder.

My will is good,
but its damn hard to fit in.
Why are people always in waning mood?
The answers for which I need to dig in.

Is life stranger than fiction?
Is it like some kind of suction?
From which I emerge tired and drained,

I hope the heavens send in their rains,
With all answers in them..

To do...or not to do

Is it good enough?, he wondered. The thought of him not being sure made him more jittery. The others were good....quite good. Was he up to it? The misgivings that governed his mind turned him into a complete wreck...


Before he changed his mind, he did it!


he hit the PUBLISH button on BLOGGER

Destiny's chit

Ramu stared at his question paper. Twenty questions still blank. He scratched his head and looked at Neha. Got the mean glance. Uttered something under his breath, he didn’t see Mr.Biswas, cry of protest, Neha sobs, Ramu still stares at the question paper. Confusion, the wind, God? Who cared when the answers were before him.

Left alone..

Returning back giving fire to his best friend,Arav just turned him into ashes.He was crying as he was missing every moment spent with him.Walking towards his mother passing by mourning people;he realised that he lost only his best friend but everyone around lost much more than that,specially his mom.


P.S My first try at 55 fiction.Really apprehensive of people liking it.Drop in your comments guys..!!

First Intimacy

Her heart pumped faster than ever. She felt a lump in her throat. Felt knots in stomach.. The proximity increased with each step. He just took a small eye lash which was on her cheek and put it in his palm and asked her to wish for something good. She was like "Phew"

P.S. My very first attempt on 55 fiction.

Constructive Criticisms please :)

Cross posted from Enigmatic Rantings

2 POint Someone (Season-2) - 2 ..!!

Note- All characters in the story are fictitious. Though we have used some real names, its just intended for fun. So no hard feelings.:) And thanks to Ste for the cartoon.

You can catch the previous parts by clicking on the cartoon on the right hand sidebar of the blog. Enjoy

Kajal Iyer’s lecture commenced, Prats drowned herself into her text book, Chirag exhibited his teeth, Meow slept like an innocent cat and Rashmi blew paper rockets on to Ste and RJ. Kajal continued, her cheeks turning red- “Talking about Chemistry, it reminds me of my first crush in Primary School. He completely swept me off my feet with his love” she blushed and continued- “and his broomstick. He was a sweeper.” RJ yawned and Ste snored. Ste got lost into his own dreams where he was sorting out a relationship crisis- A triangle love story between him, Avantika Singh (of Headlines Today) and Taylor Swift. Meanwhile RJ felt like a superman with his powers; he just couldn’t listen to Kajal’s lectures. “Oh, damn! This lecture’s so boring” RJ banged his foot and looked out of the window. He spotted Priyanka under the mango tree writing a novel. No, in fact it was a leave letter. Apparently her attendance for the whole year was 6%.

With every minute of Kajal’s lecture, RJ felt the urge to become deaf. Ste, who was still snoring and dreaming, every now and then sleep-talked- “Hey Taylor, shall we name our daughter Avantika?” Anyway, RJ gathered bits of paper, made it into a ball and hurled it at Prats in search for company. Prats, in return, abused him in her style; she showed her text book. RJ then turned to Chirag only to find him staring at the tube light. With a sense of pride, RJ decided not to disturb him and tried looking out for others. RJ then hurled another paper-ball onto Rashmi and she returned a terrifying look- “aagey dekh be.” Ste, in the meanwhile continued with his sleep talks- “Avantika, I’ll marry you next time. Bbyee.”



Suddenly, against the run of play, Urvashi stood and sampled her voice- “Ma’am, I have a question.” Kajal had to pinch herself out of shock. Nobody ever had any questions to ask her in class. All were eager to find out who was that special person who had a question for Kajal. Prats dropped her text book and turned around like lightening. Chirag’s tube light burst and he came back to earth. As though a dog was after her life, Meow woke up in a flash. Rashmi almost fainted. But Ste was still sleeping. He was marrying Taylor Swift as per latest reports. RJ felt the urge to fall onto Urvashi’s feet, for having interrupted the lecture which was apparently putting many lives into jeopardy. Urvashi bit her nails and finally asked- “Ma’am. What’s his name, your first crush, the sweeper uncle?” and Kajal went on for another decade. This discussion had driven RJ completely out of peace and he made a mental note to write to Obama to retrieve his lost peace.

Just as all this was getting unbearable, Mr. RiverSoul (the computer science lecturer with 7 golden teeth) excused himself and entered in. RJ, with a sense of excitement jolted Ste from his sleep. Ste, in a sudden state of shock, having been shaken out of sleep yelled fearfully - “Avantikaaa.. please put that knife down.” The whole class gaped at him against the pin drop silence. An evil smile emanated out of RiverSoul’s jewel box as he said- “It’s you again? Back in action. Where’s the other idiot, your partner in crime?” It took less than a millisecond for all the eye balls in the class to change direction towards RJ. RJ stood; stood like a soldier. Mr. RiverSoul continued- “I came for you both, Arjun(RJ) and Ste. The principal wants to see you. Follow me.”

“Dude, what’s happening?” Ste rubbed his eyes.

“Nothing. Follow Mr. James Bond.” RJ winked.

Outside the principal room they stood wondering what was the fuss about. Mr. RiverSoul had vanished out of sight. They proceeded and opened the door to enter. A man of medium build and good height, neatly dressed and holding a flower in his right hand stood looking out of the window with his other hand on his hip.

RJ and Ste scanned the room with their eyes and spotted a RajniKanth’s real-size poster. Just then, the principal’s cell phone rang. He dug it out of his pocket, waved to someone outside the window and began- “Balan…… Sandeep Balan.”

T'was a bad hair day...

I was asked yesterday to transact official business today at the Governor's Office in Tuguegarao City which is a four hours drive from our place. Our service vehicle has to leave at 5:30 AM in the morning. I woke up at 4:30 AM so I have one hour to prepare myself and have breakfast but....t'was a mess, a bad start because instead of proceeding to have my breakfast and take a bath after, I still opened my laptop and checked on my mails and sent someone a short message and what happened? You might be shocked:

Beep...beep...beep....went the service vehicle in front of our house and I was still in front of my lapi! I ran to the bathroom and:

- took a 5 minutes shower;

- brushed my teeth for 1 minute;

- put on my clothes for a bare 2 minutes;

- gulped my one mug of coffee in 30 seconds;

- munched the almost burnt toasted bread I put in the toaster for 1 minute;

- instructed my kids in 1 minute who will also leave in the morning for their enrollment in Baguio City....

Then I grabbed my bag and the folder of documents and ran out of the house and rode inside the vehicle waiting for me with disheveled hair and a not made up face and everybody was shocked to see my present state, until they all laughed together at my sorry state.

I requested the driver to turn on the lights inside as it was still dark so I can comb my hair and put some loose powder on my cheeks and apply lipstick on my lips.

And when the wind blew on my face, I smelt of another fragrance! Oh no! It was my son's perfume that I sprayed on myself? Whaaaa....what a day!!!

This is the first time that this scenario happened in my whole working life and the culprit is: being addicted to blogging!!! I just smiled to myself and ignored their laughters....

P.S. When I arrived from my Official Business, I went to the bank though it was already late ( I took the back door) and I was quite puzzled because when I entered the premises:

  - the guard smiled at me when I passed by him...unusual;

  - the Janitor also smiled at me...really unusual; and

  - the Teller smiled at me...so, so unusual....

because all of them are guys and suddenly, the Janitor chided: "Ma'am we're happy you still come though the bank has already closed because I like how you smell!" Huh! OMG! My perfume??? Oh No! So embarrassing na!

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Little Lost Lives

Little Lost Lives - Arv

She was lost in the woods.

A stray little deer came out into the clearing and grazed close by. She watched it in awe. Soon she spotted a large deer approach and they both walked away.

Her thoughts strayed back home.

If only her stepmother could care for her, she would run back home now.

Note: Thousands of children are chased away from their homes for many careless reasons in our country and around the world. This 55 fiction hopes to give them a little voice.

Purple goes PINK for a cause...

Hey Girls....This is just a reminder cum awareness post..

28th of October is the Breast Cancer Day...or The Pink Ribbon Day..

I don't have much time...so shall let you know some important stuffs through the following pics...

These are the current Rates..Imagine you or your close ones are so near to be included in this...


In India..i have noticed that people are hesitant to speak about there body...even in a good way...whereas i will suggest all girls to be aware of their bodies and discuss it with their mom..at least...Better be little outspoken than suffer

Get to know all about it at www.breastcancer.org and let others know about it too....Let there be awareness....Let there be Light...




Together lets...


The least you can do is :

Wear a Pink ribbon, a pink scarf, a Pink Top...carry a Pink bag or go with the Pink shoes..do anything with Pink...and if someone asks...explain them..don't be ashamed...you might become a heroine..

Please pass this message to all :)

Agar tu kahe...

Inspired from this poem by mads

Tanha sab hi hai yahan,
aisa main bhi jaanta hoon,
par jab tak ho sake,kya
saath tere chal sakta hoon?

tu khamosh rahe agar to kya
aankhon ko padhna jaanta hoon,
tu na chaahe mujhe to kya,
tere aansoo ponchna jaanta hoon.

vaada nahi har pal paas rehne ka
par dil me hamesha rakh sakta hoon
maut ke baad bhi kareeb rahoon,
pyaar ban tere man me bas sakta hoon.


I know its not so good .. but i dnt know why i could not write beyond this ...


Image source

The Dark Knight!

She locked all doors and walked out into the dark streets as usual. None of those who met her in the dark saw the ebony tears of mascara she shed each night.
But today was her day with her prince.
“I love you.”
“Love you too honey.” Her first night of love.

Words - 52

PS - Wrote this for the contest at The Colors Magazine

This is my first 55 word fiction.Comments and Suggestions are welcomed .

A new day...a new dawn

waqt ne di aisi hawa,

ki ghosle ki disha bhulaa di,

raah ne churai meri aas

ki badhne ki chaah mita di...

fir kyon aaj din naya sa hai,

kya phoolon ne hai pukar kari

mali aaj bhi baag seenchta hai,

nayi bahaar aane ko taiyaar khadi ...

the translation in English is somewhat like this-

the wind, the wheel of time that churned

i lost my sense of way back home

the path i walked, stole my hope

and with it the crave to move on...

then why does today seems so new?

is it the flowers that hummed?

the gardener still tends to his duties

waiting for the new season that's to come...

P.S| hindi poem by Pratsie.

A crude attempt by me to translate an outrageously awesome poem to English. 

Forgive me honey for the rough attempt.

I have to let you go

I am lost, figuring unknown path
I am bleeding, inside my heart
I am quite, wanting to cry
I am alone, attempting to die

No,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

I loved, as if love is immortal
I smiled, as if happiness lasts longer
I believed, as if promises never break
I trusted, as if worlds all saint

But now,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

I have seen, tears flooding my way
I have felt, moments decay
I have experienced, love betraying
I have witnessed, commitment dying

And so,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

---Purple Thorn

"HONESTLY MY DEAR, i DONT GIVE A DAMN..!"

I would swim the seas of blue,
Just to drown in you.
All these you know,
To find you standing on the shore,
With all the dreams anew..!

I hope to find your sparkling eyes,
the careless smile across your face,
The sun burnt hair,
the body of shinning knight!

I really hope..!

( Inspired by Rhett Butler from Gone with the wind) Ah! I so wish to find someone so magnetic as him..!
Pray for me people..! :-)

Feels like HOME here

I belong here
This is my home
Yet today i am scared...
to call this my own.


This is the place where
I used to live....
the words i read
in it, the magic you weaved


Today with every post
i see a new name
I think before writing here
will they love me the same?


Hashan da's dark poems
or Pratsie's innovative writes
I miss the old fellows
I miss the old styles


A whole lotta newbies
has found a home here
The charm of TWL
brings the best writers near


I will soon be back
I can't stay away for long
And i am gonna make sure, people
I will drag the oldies along.


P.S| just a hastily written piece. 
Pulkit, Rashi, Heena, Sandeep, Ste, Pratsie, Artz, Arun, Arjun, Priyanka, Leo, Hashan Da, Bhargav...... you guys better be ready. :P

Little Boy never Grew Up

little boy grew up
he is a little strange
he is a little weird.
he looks around and people think he stares

little boy had it easy
he thought life would have plenty.
but he didnt grow up all dandy.
his head blew up like a balloon

little boy runs not fast
some pretty sums he does
he has a beard now and some whiskey
but when he talks
you couldn't help yourself

you would say
that he hasn't grown enough
you would say what a retard he was
but this is what I found that day
a note on little boy's jeans

that says
"
I always feared to grow up
in a world full of shitheads
when they would discover the value
of my huge brain

they would use me mistreat me
sell me and wring me
and make money
so I devised a plan

and it worked out so well
make them think that I am dumb
easiest way to fool them I say
let them laugh and let them jeer

bcos I laugh at them everyday
every minute
I specially laugh at some over
sympathetic clowns
who say

"It's not his fault, such mental retardation
happens to few"

I just hold my laughter
very hard to I would saY
who would tell those
clowns that even if they got an
ounce of my grey cells

They would be doing something in life I say
But ignorance is bliss
better unsaid and unheard.
I am happy that they let me be in peace

It will happen one day
when I figure out what Im going to do next
leave them here
with mouths wide open
and soar towards the open sky.

Little boy will screw them as a man
big men important people
all down to the ground
helpless unmovable, such are their fate
vanity and arrogance it's all their doing "

तनहा सफर..!!!

तनहा सा यह सफर है ,
न जाने कहाँ इसकी डगर है ॥
भीड़ में भी तन्हाई का अहसास है,
खुशियों में भी गम की आस है,
जिंदगी की इस राह में केवल तन्हाई ही तो पास है॥
तनहा दिल यह पूछ रहा ,
न जाने किस कशमकश से जूझ रहा॥
ये दिलेदास्तान कैसे करूं बयान ,
तनहा मैं और तनहा मेरी ज़ुबां ...!!!

Frandship

In my online life of around 4 years, I have had many friendship and even more frandship requests. Here is a list of some of the names of the frands whom I thought I would do without. Enjoy and add your own :

1. lover_4_u
2. sexyloverwaitingforu
3. cool_(name or surname of person)
4. nightking
5. ruler of hearts
6. princeofdreams
7. handsome_boy
8. Love is life
9. raju reporter (guess he saw guide too many times)
10. loveme
11. Loveguru (yeah yeah)
12. dreams of u
13. awesome_abhi
14. hotvicky4_u
15. coolsameer_luv

And many more that more or less talk about how 'love'ly it would be to have them as your friends. Most of these are also accompanied by lines like 'I love your eyes', 'u hv prety smile' (spell check doesnt work for them), 'beutiful girl' and also once 'I want to be media man' (didnt know till then that networking meant this). So Sandy Balan and me got discussing about these names and we came up with some names for fellow Writer's Lounge members and friends if they ever went over the top and wanted to show off their awesomeness. Hope no one takes offence, this is just for fun. The first target of course is you all know who :-P

1. sensational_ste
2. hotste_rulerofhearts
3. MBA_romeo
4. freelance_boyfriend
5. dashingleo
6. P.S._Iluvu
7. lippy_cilla (personally I prefer the other suggestion sundar_cilla :-D)
8. Rapchik_Jawaani_RJ
9. giveme_more
10. dontstep(man)onmyheart
11. Tanman_4u
12. solitaryluvboy

Any other suggestions and additions please please add in comments section...also add in the weird ones you have got till now :-D

How the service providers earn money

"Are you free?"

"I always am"

"I just asked"

"Good you did"

"well let's stop this"

"Stop what!?"

"These meaningless conversations, let's just be clear about where we stand"

"Ya we stand nowhere, you want me to propose to you once again?"

"No I didn't mean that I mean we should not talk everyday, we don't have anything going on right!"

"Ok we will talk once in a week"

"You will only call me ONCE IN A WEEK?"

"See, so just shut up and don't try to change things."

"Are you angry?"

"would it make a difference to you?"

"Maybe it would"

"Maybe it won't"

"Why do you always look on the negative side?"

"I was made this way"

.............
.............
.............
.................

the conversation goes on for one hour. The service providers are the only persons who are happy and content in the end. :)

Missing you..

To the love of my life..

A n a N y A

Standing at the window,
Looking at the rain,
My heart's beating fast,
I'm going insane..

Closing my eyes,
Watching you smile,
I wink at you,
I jump like a child..

Touching the orchids,
I feel your hand,
I'm flying in love,
I see no land..

The fragrance you wear,
Makes me mad,
Lightens my mood,
When i'm sad..

Your gorgeous smile,
Your soft touch,
Your sweet fragrance,
I miss them so much..

I can't stay away,
I want to be near,
With you in my heart,
There's nothing I fear..

Killing the distance,
To you I want to run,
The fire of love,
Will burn the sun..

Close to you,
I'll hug you tight,
I'm not sleepy,
I'll look at you all night..

The most lovely moment,
What a night,what a life,
It's going to be real lovely,
With you as my wife..

Missing you baby..
I love you the most..;-)..

Innocent Lover 1

**This is a work of fiction.All the pictures are taken from DEVIANTART & Gettyimages.This is a fiction based on the writers creative mind and imagination.It has nothing to do with anyone living or dead. :P

13th July,1994 ,London.

Professor Richard Jennings and his team consisting of 2 members were waiting to meet the London city Mayor.
"You can go in ," the associate in charge of the Mayor office asked Prof Jennings and his crew to meet the Mayor.

"Prof Jennings,I am afraid that we are not in a position to accept these policies,"The Mayor Miss Jesse Thompson said to the Professor.


"You know we have to take into consideration the various facts and consequences of your project," She added.
"But Ma'am I can assure you that we will take care of it and make sure there are no loopholes,"Professor Jennings and his crew members said.
"You may leave now, Sorry!"Miss Jesse replied.
This was the 7th time that the Mayor had refused to approve their research project regarding the construction of an automated Robot which can impersonate human beings and interpret them.
Every time Prof Jennings solicited the city mayor so as to get their research approved,but she refused to accept it
For the last 1 year Prof Jennings and his team comprising of Prof Gita Vasu and Prof John William had roved the Mayor office to and fro for their work. But each time disappointment awaited them. They had to travel all the way from Taunton to London to meet the Mayor,who was the city incharge.
Prof Jennings and his team worked in the Clarkson University at Taunton.They were senior professors in the Department of Physics and Mechanics. The University had offered them various grants in order to accomplish the research task .

Mr Gilberg, the Chancellor of the University presided the team.He effectively encouraged and supported Prof Jennings and his team. He failed to understand that Miss Jesse Thompson wouldn't budge.

Prof Jennings had a strong dislike for London. He believed that people of that city were mean and selfish.
"We have to visit this frightful city time and again,"Gita Vasu said,
"I always hate doing this," she grimaced.
"Gita, you speak like a grandma," John snickered.
"By the way any idea whats the latest score," John asked.
"John,I believe that we haven't qualified for this years world cup," Gita giggled.
"Oh!Stop it we Englishers are former champions and don't you ever say that coz India is not going to qualify for any FIFA championship atleast for the next 80 years ,"John winked.
"Damn Man! I am an English citizen and don't you say anything about India.I'll kick you," Gita vexed.

"Stop guys, why are you fighting like kids?," Prof Jennings was sounding nervous as he was the only person who was answerable.
"Those Americans are advancing like hell in the field of Technology and Computers and look at us.We are still struggling to get our project approved" Prof Jennings said.

"They are working on "OAK(now called as JAVA)" right now and you know this programming language can create great impact in the recent years to come.We would still be watching. I really admire James Gosling and Patrik,"The professor added.

"Who are those guys?,"John asked keenly.
"They are the master mind behind the "OAK(now JAVA)"," Prof Jennings said with a straight face.
The team left for Taunton. At 4pm they reached the University at Dukesworth.It resembled the white house and was located in a very posh environment.
"Jesse is an idiot,a shtick nut for sure," John said to his team mates as they reached the corridors.
"May we come in,Mr Chancellor," Prof Jennings said to Mr Gilberg with a document on his hand.
The Chancellor shrugged the professors shoulder as he went to greet him.
"I hope its a good news ,guys" Mr.Gilberg smiled.
"Sir ,the Mayor wouldn't grant us permission to do our work," the professor paused.
"Ahh,she is bad,once again a spoilsport," The Chancellor said.
"Our dream of constructing an automated Robot will remain a dream," Prof Jennings said.
"No worries guys,we shall approach the court," Chancellor said.
"No sir,that's not the right move at this point of time.I guess we should give some time," Prof Jennings added.
The entire crew was disappointed and upset.The team head was sounding low and feeble.
"Comrades,I would like you guys to get back to work as soon as possible," The Chancellor said and he left.
"Sure Mr Gilberg," the three nodded their head in unison.



Three of them returned back to their own nest.Prof Jennings had some other plans.He was immersed in his own thoughts as he was driving the car.
"Ding Dong," he rang the door bell as he reached his home.

Is it Love

Is it Love
When tears rollout
with a smile

Is it Love
When life swing
on a glance

Is it Love
When heart sinks
at the parting

Is it Love
When pain fears
no more

Is it Love
When mirror smile
every hour

Is it Love
When time run
so fast

Is it Love
When words struck
inside throat

Is it Love
When feet jump
above limits

Is it Love
When whole world
is beautiful

Is it Love
When you exclaim
"Is It Love!!!"

My Very First Love

Most of the time, I would meet my love at the library

Yearning to have a wonderful rendezvous and rhapsody                                                    

Visually, I like how my love looks so attractively

Every part is as significant equally

Romantically I would run my fingers all over him

Yet he remains cold and no feelings at all towards me.                                                   

For quite a long time, I acted so much like a fool

Instantly, he became an inseparable part of my whole

Remembering now those times, I wonder how I became so engrossed

Spending so much time and never wanting to lose

Till I would have learned everything I'm so amused.                                                                  

Looking back now on how I spent my life with my first love

Only God knows but I could only smile now

Verily I say, I found a new love one I vow

Ever better than the first one I have somehow.

P. S. To my readers, if you know my new-found love, just put your comments here…I intended not to spell it out here, and am sure you know who my first love is here…I would appreciate each and every comment you will make….:)

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2 Point Someone!! - (Season 2)

Note- All characters in the story are fictitious. Though we have used some real names, its just intended for fun. So no hard feelings.:) And thanks to all WL members for supporting us throughout.
You can catch the previous parts by clicking on the cartoon on the right hand sidebar of the blog. Enjoy

"Happy birthday to you"

"Happy birthday dear Hashan sir" the class buzzed with activity as Hashan sir entered.
"Happy birthday sir," every one screamed in unison.
"Wow!!now this is a surprise sweethearts!," Hashan sir hugged each and everyone in his class.
"You guys made my day,Love you!," he added.

"Sir," RJ said.
"Yes Rj dear," Professor Hashan replied.
"Today you don't take any lectures," Rj said.
"Now this is not fair but ..," Hashan sir said.
Hashan sir asked the new students to introduce themselves.
"Hey Hashan dude! its Abhrajit from WB and you can call me Abhri," Abhrajit ,the new student introduced himself.
Abhrajit was a stylish person and a rockstar who carried the huge guitar everyday while coming to school.RJ and Ste would look at him as he played his guitar.
"Punk rocker he calls himself," RJ used to say to Ste.
"Yes yes! but he plays good music maaan," Ste would say.

"Hello sir,its Urvashi here and I like writing stories,"Urvashi said.
"Riya here !," a girl with a typical North Indian accent said with a low voice.
"Hello Urvashi and Riya!," Hashan sir smiled.

"Meow here!! I mean I my parents love cats and hence they named me Meow!!," a girl with a south Indian accent replied.
"Meow,Meow!!" Rj screamed.

"What about other old students?," Hashan sir asked .
It was long time since Asbah left for Pakistan.Asbah was in India to learn Indian culture but she had to leave the school due to some personal reason.There were many new faces in the Writers Lounge School. Some were really cool and some were naughty. But few big names were missing.Tan sir was still the same young hindi professor who loved his sincere student Chirag.He would take private tuitions for Chirag.Once Rj argued with Tan sir because of this private coaching.But Tan sir didn't pay any heed to Arjuns(RJ) rantings. Professor Riversoul ,the man with 7 gold teeth had to leave the school as someone robbed his 7 gold teeth.Leo sir was still the strict professor.Rashi maa'm had taken a long break from school and took no name of returning back.The school administration had appointed new teachers.Kajal,Amity Me and Shradha were the newly appointed teachers.
Despite of all these there were two insane creatures who were still the same. They were the same nutty RJ and Ste.Prats was the same studios girl sitting on the first bench.Anurag,Aarthi,Heena,Princess Nush and Sonshu were still good friends.There was a new young talent in the school and she was Roshni.Roshni was the youngest of all and was an intelligent student.Priyanka would now medidate under mango tree instead of Banyan tree with her Laptop.She had created a new attendance record last year by breaking her own record of 7% attendance..Sandeep Balan,the principal of Writers Lounge was still the centre of attraction in the school.Rj and Ste would love pulling his legs as they were his good friends.But there was one thing which remained constant throughout and it was his posture.He would still stand at the same posture and peep at Richa and other young girls from his cabin.

More Orangee ,the canteen guy had transformed the school canteen into a cottage.He lived with his family and the entire canteen was painted in Orange as he loved Orange.The school management had actually planned to thrash him out of the school as he forcefully sold oranges to hungry students.

"Any way its enough for today," Hashan sir said.
"Do attend Cilla's (Kajal)lecture," he added and left the class.

"Man this is really boring daaa," RJ said to Ste.

"Yes it is!," Ste replied back.

"And where is Rashmi?," RJ asked Ste.

(to be continued..)