As Alive As Dead

1 of May was sitting all grumpy at one corner. “What’s the matter with you dude? Why are you so sad?” asked the 2 of October. “Well I don’t understand what is all the fuss about 1 of Jan. I mean like there is no other first in the entire year. One month ends and you have a first of next month. So why celebrate just the 1 of Jan.” “Why are you cribbing so much?” interrupted 31 of Oct. Its not the 1 of Jan but 31 of Dec that is more talked about. Parties in every corner, celebration till midnight. Where as all other month ends are the least looked forward to. At least the beginning of every month is welcomed with salary cheques. “Oh shut up!” 30 of April joined in. “Half of us don’t even have 31st. You get all get extra days in your months.” “People may tag me as Fool’s day but let me tell you it is me who starts the financial year.” chipped in 1 of April. “We can’t believe you guys. Have you noticed we get 29 days once in four years and still no one cares let alone celebrate...

Wishing all visitors to the Island a Merry Christmas. May all your wishes come true (Be careful what you wish for ;p). Have Fun..Eat lot of sweets..Get fat.. hohoho

Lemon Tree ---Fool's Garden I'm sitting here in the boring room It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time I got nothing to do I'm hanging around I'm waiting for you But nothing ever happens and I wonder I'm driving around in my car I'm driving too fast I'm driving too far I'd like to change my point of view I feel so lonely I'm waiting for you But nothing ever happens and I wonder I wonder how I wonder why Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning turning turning turning turning around And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree I'm sitting here I miss the power I'd like to go out taking a shower But there's a heavy cloud inside my head I feel so tired Put myself into bed Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder Isolation is not good for me Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree I'...

Tagged by Jay . I have written a similar Tag before.But what the heck! Here I go again, 7 Random things about me: - I crave for chocolates. - My wish list includes Bungee Jumping and Sky-diving. - Both my name and sir-name start with B and end in I - I like all shades of blue. - I have recently found the joys of dancing and I love being a part of SDIPA (Shiamak Davar’s Institute of Performing Arts) - I like watching animated movies. Cars being one of my favourites. - I hate to wake up early in the morning. As always, I am not tagging anyone, I hear it is evil:P

Jack and Ed were two identical twins. Abandoned at birth, the two lived at an orphanage. Every Thursday the orphanage would clean and brush up all the kids and put them up on display for the potential adopters. Jack and Ed were small and cute and their chances of being picked were high. One such Thursday, a couple chose Jack. The orphanage suggested them not to separate the twins, but the couple wasn’t ready for two kids. Thus Jack and Ed were no longer together. Back at home, the couple celebrated Jack’s homecoming. It was then, when Jack’s new aunt remarked, “My! What a lovely kid, I wish I had a son like this!” “You know, you can”, replied Jack’s mom. “There is one just like Jack, still available at the orphanage” “Are you serious?” “Yes I am, Jack’s twin is at the orphanage.” “Great, give me the contact number and I’ll go as soon as possible” Next day, Ed too found a family. Once again, Jack and Ed were family. ***********************************************************************...

-Blink 182 I took her out it was a Friday night I wore cologne to get the feeling right We started making out and she took off my pants But then I turned on the TV And that's about the time that she walked away from me Nobody likes you when you're 23 And are still more amused by TV shows What the fuck is ADD? My friends say I should act my age What's my age again? What's my age again? Then later on, on the drive home I called her mom from a pay phone I said I was the cops And your husband's in jail This state looks down on sodomy And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me Nobody likes you when your 23 And are still more amused by prank phone calls What the fuck is caller ID? My friends say I should act my age What's my age again? What's my age again? And that's about the time she walked away from me Nobody likes you when your 23 And you still act like you're in Freshman year What the fuck is wrong with me? My friends say I should act my a...

We all know how Superman has a huge responsibility on his shoulder to save the world. But he has other work as well other than just sitting with his underpants over his tights. As you all know that he works as a photo journalist. Well you may not know but he also takes up other sundry works on weekends just to earn some extra bucks. Honestly, newspapers do not pay much anyways. It was one such Sunday that our Superman was working. There was not much difference in the role as here too he was helping out people but it was a reception desk of an event where people would come to find their way to a particular stall or counter. He would guide those who came for help. He would entertain little children and talk to others in general. It was a happy, bright and sunny day. As always our Superman of all the people present took fancy of the journalist covering the event. There is something about journos that he finds hard to resist I guess. But poor superman couldn’t figure out how to approach he...

Cricket is not my religion, Sachin is not my God. But when I saw him getting out at 97(again) today, Ouch! It hurt. It is the 6th time this year when he has been bowled out in the 90s. One of them was at PCA Mohali, where I saw him get out at 99 in front of my eyes. Today I was positive that he will break the jinx, but no, the Master Blaster missed again. I belong to a generation which has not seen cricket without Sachin. People worship him, idolise him. When many critics had written him off, these fans had backed him no matter what. And it is great to see him back in action. His performance in the Ind-Pak series has been outstanding. But I really feel for him for not reaching the hundred mark. It I something we all can relate to. Missing out on our goals by just a nick. Missing out on opportunities that are right in front of us. Getting jitters even after years of experience. Pressure of being at the top. Pressure of performing. Not living upto the expectations of family and friends. ...

Sachin missed his century by a run, Misbah missed his half century by a run, India Lost in the end as I spent my entire day at the picture perfect stadium in Mohali. No matter what they say, the experience of watching a match Live has its own charm. Sitting in the sun, eating the overpriced food, chanting slogans and screaming at the top of your voice… yes its pretty much fun! Keeping the match aside, lets talk about some other scores. Misbah might have missed it, but I haven’t. With this post I complete my 50 Posts(*applause*) Considering the fact, that I was never convinced about blogging in the first place and I am not a writer, it is quite an achievement, to have 50 posts in around 7 months. For a long time I read blogs, but I could never picture myself having one of my own. Not until I was exposed to a different variety of blogs. Some blogs did inspire me to start writing again, but I still dint put them on the web. And then one fine day I said that’s it. Enough dilly-dallying, ...

I have an Aunt. She is quite old. It seems she has been around since eternity. Anyways, this aunt of mine has a habit of visiting us every month. After every 4 weeks (28 days) she has to come and stay with us for some days. Initially it was fine, but now it has become really irritating. Earlier she used to put up in my mother’s room. But with growing age, she can no longer climb up the stairs, so I have to sacrifice my room which happens to be on the ground floor. She doesn’t realise that it can really upset someone’s daily routine.We have cancelled at our plans many times because of her. Many times we have to take her along wherever we are going and it can be embarrassing and uncomfortable. What more, she sometimes calls up in advance and demands that her favourite chocolate pie must be ready when she reaches. At other times, she lands up without informing. And the most annoying part is when she doesn’t land up on the day she has informed she would and we wait like fools, with her f...

The lingo like: So wats the scene ya? kuch scne banate hain.. kya Scene hai! is pretty common these days All I could think was this scene that everyone of us drew atleast once in the ARTS class. wah! Kya scene hai!!lol

A walk, down the same lane. A walk, down the same path. A walk, by the same trees. The trees that bear the same yellow flowers. The flowers that have the same life. The days when you feel ecstatic, you look at the blooming flowers up on the branches. The days you are low, you find the same flowers down on the path trampled by the passers by. A moment of bloom and then crushed to death. There are days you see them blown away with the nasty wind. There are days you see a child gather them from them from the mud. And then you see them travelling with the breeze to a new place where they start their life all over again. While you continue to walk on the same path, down the same lane. Is it the time for change?

WHITE It’s the colour of mourning. It's the colour of celebration. It's the colour of peace. It's the colour of happiness. It's pure, calm, serene, and honest. It’s the colour of the first meal that baby takes. It’s the colour of maturity on a person’s head. It’s the colour of the moonlight. It’s the colour of the clouds. It’s the colour of the sea foam. It’s the screechy chalk on the black board. It’s the clean surface of the white board. Mixes with every other colour to give it a new identity. It makes red go pink. It turns the black into grey. And it's just White *********************************** What comes to your mind when you think of White.. Write back…

It was back. The Dragon was back. After lying low for months, it was back, flaring fire all over the village. The village head was having sleepless nights again. Since there had been no attacks for the past two months, everyone had assumed that it had left for new hunting grounds. But what they didn’t know was that it had been preparing for a big feast. In the nest lay hundreds of eggs. Soon there would be little dragons everywhere. Happy days were over once more. Kids were forced to play indoors. Women were scared to go out themselves. The traders found it difficult to travel and had to suffer losses. But as they say, when you are in a situation where there is a mountain on one side and a pit on the other, you would rather climb the mountain. So after giving a lot of thought, the village head decided to go in for the last option he had. On the other end of the village, in the caves, lived a Giant. A harmless creature, but feared for his size. Every night, one villager would go and sup...

Being in bed till late noon. Hiding under the covers to avoid the sunlight peeking in through the window. Waking up at lunch time. Eating the left overs from last night. Retiring back to the bed with an ice cream tub and cola can. Surfing through the T.V channels. Finding re-runs if all the shows you have tried to avoid throughout the week. Settling in for F.R.I.E.N.D.S again. Reading the Sunday supplement to see if you can still catch a movie at the multiplex. Deciding against it and still lazing in bed. Feeling really hungry in the evening. Making up your mind to order a pizza. The change in your pocket turning out to be just short for the order. Sufficing with a home made bread pizza. Leaving half of it in the trash in the end. Finally deciding to take bath. Watching a late night movie on T.V. Looking at the To-Do list and noticing none of the items have been checked. Dreading the Monday blues like always. Heres wishing you all another Lazy Sunday.

Tagged by Jay The Rules of this tag: 1. Link to your tagger and post these rules. 2. List eleven (11) random facts about yourself. 3. Tag eleven people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them). 4. These eleven persons would have to tag 12 people. 5. You could also tag back, if desperate ! 6.Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs. 11 random things 1. I am very random. 2. I think computers and internet are one of the revolutionary inventions. 3. I fell in a gutter when I was five. 4. I have small eyes. 5. I hate to wake up early in the morning. 6. I love to sleep. Last week I slept for 13 hours straight. 7. My G.K is really poor. 8. I don’t drink/smoke. 9. I am short tempered. 10. I have been living in the same city ever since I was born. 11. I am scared of lizards. I do not wish to tag anyone..its a free for all.

It had been long. Both of them had been looking forward to this meeting. Sitting with, for what seemed a lifetime, he felt immensely happy. He looked into her eyes. She lowered them suddenly, not knowing how to react. Her hair reflected the orange of the setting sun, as her cheeks took a shade of red. Her breathing grew heavier and the nervous sweat beads wet her palms. He took her hand in his, slowly pulling her closer and closer. He leaned and kissed her on her neck and again. His eyes as red as of devil. His teeth as sharp as a knife. He took a deep breath before making the final move and drawing the blood out of her. A sudden pain in his chest threw him back for a moment. His skin burnt and he yelled in pain. His eyes burnt and he shut them just in time to see, with a cross in her hand, the vampire slayer. *edit

Aren't emoticons coolest way to express yourself?? Celebarting 25 years of emoticons... keep the smiley alive ;)

He climbed up the rickety iron stairs that lead up to the roof of his room. The cemented ledge on the corner awaited him for the night. He settled himself on the old rug and the cushion, and placed the hot mug of coffee by his side. It was a routine. Every night he climbed up the roof and gazed at the sky above. The stars, the moon, the clouds. He would make patterns out of the stars, try and find faces in the moon, and look at the vast expanse with wonder. He would see the birds flying away to their nests, making a racket as they flew by. He would see the lights on the mountain far off go off one by one. Except for one light that always shone through out the night. If only he could find out what that light was. He wished it to be someone like him, someone who also admired the night time as much as he did. One day I will find out , he would say every day. Today, he snuggled up in the rags for it was a cold night. The sky was starless. The black and thick clouds thundered...

This blog has not seen many posts for sometime now. Friends tell me to post, fellow bloggers ask me to post, I tell myself to post. Then why don’t I post? Am I out of material? No! it’s partly because of the work load and partly because of plain laziness of typing out anything. I do not blog to satisfy the writer in me. I don’t even consider myself to be a writer in first place. I do not know why I write and I don not know why I don’t. That’s me-Confused!! So I post this post just because I want to post today!! Ughhh!! Whatever!!

infinite, yet empty busy, yet lazy wanted, yet broken shining, yet dark exciting, yet boring waiting, to be hurt sleepy and hollow so many ways , yet nowhere to go

A constant beep woke him up from his dream. He squinted his eye and fumbled for his mobile which had slipped somewhere inside the bed sheets. The incessant beep ringed inside his head as he struggled with his sheets. Finally he hit snooze and went back to his sleep. He could afford another five minutes before he got up and hit the shower. He wasn’t looking forward to the day. Being treated like dirt in office was not something in his plan. Always a good performer in college, he shouldered the burden of many expectations. But it was his own expectation that troubled him the most. Past two months had been the worst, both professionally and personally. His least favourite colleague had been transferred to his department as his superior. Long hours at office would leave him tired for anything else. That didn’t go down well with his girlfriend who constantly nagged him for not giving her the due attention. Right now he wanted to forget all that and enjoy the five minutes of peace....

While going through a pile of papers I found something interesting A year ago, when I joined my first year classes, I got an assignment in creative writing on the first day itself. We were given 5 words and we were asked to build a story around them. There was no constraint on the word usage but I chose to stick to as less as possible. The words were: DOOR, AXE, MIRROR, DRAIN, LEGS Here are the two versions that I wrote: #1: His legs grew heavier as he unlocked his front door . He looked tired and drained out but his clothes still smelled of his favourite AXE deodorant. Although he was still in his early thirties, the mirror reflected a different story. All he needed right now was a nice cup of coffee. #2: She was woken up in the middle of the night by a noise. It was like an axe hitting a metal. At first she thought she was dreaming but then she heard it again. Mustering up all her courage, she moved into the hall. Something on her right moved and ...

I am a ghost. But I don’t live on a tree. No not in a graveyard either. I just like to roam around. I don’t have much powers, just the few basic privileges of being stuck in the middle of life and the ultimate moksha . Honestly, I like it here .It’s fun. During the day time, I generally sit in a coffee shop that I could never afford when I was alive. I sit and observe people who can. They are boring. Every Friday I catch the latest hindi flick at the multiplex. Nothing great these days, I tell you. Last week I dozed off even before the interval. If you promise not to tell anyone, I’ll tell you a secret. Sometimes, during the daytime, I go visit my old school. Yes! to attend lectures.!!!!! The miss the stupid subjects that were of no use to me in my later life. I especially like solving maths problems-algebra and geometry that I studied in 10 th standard. The syllabus has changed now. Oh but please don’t tell this to anyone. None of my ghost friends know about this. Yea...

She was beautiful. Her innocence reflected in her eyes. Her laughter filled up the atmosphere. Rose, she lived up to her name. She was pure. He was a star. His looks had everyone vying for him. His attitude was the most talked about. He was her hero. They met. She was starstruck. Her fantasy seemed to be coming true. She was on the 7th sky. He was not perturbed. But he saw her beauty. He saw her innocence. She was his eyes. That day, she grew up

Black out. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8.. She enters from stage left in the given 8 counts. Breath in…breath out… She waits for the butterflies to flutter in her stomach. Surprisingly they do not turn up. She is not nervous which confuses her. Music blares Lights blind her As she meticulously performs the steps, keeping in mind what was to come next. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 2 2 3 4 5 6 7 8…she continues This is time to show everything that she has learned in the past 15 days. To prove that all you need is will to learn and enjoy what you do. To gain the confidence she had lost long ago. 3 minutes later she exists from stage right. Its over..she did it… She breaks off from her group, who celebrate their exuberant performance, and closes her eyes. She wants to celebrate alone for she has conquered alone. ****************************** For the institute called SDIPA Find the other you.

I went down the path of uncertainty and found that everyone had been there. Those who got disheartened by the darkness outside,stopped the others found the light within and continued.

‘Wait’, she gasped, nursing her bruised knee.. but he was far ahead of her. She tried to keep an eye on him so she doesn’t lose him in the sea of people. She was tired. She was breathless. She wanted to rest. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, trying not to think about him for a while. Trying not to rush behind him all the time. It had been a long journey. But it seemed that she hadn’t seen anything. She was missing out on so many things just to keep up with him. He never stopped. He went on and on. He would never slow down to walk with her. Instead she would keep running behind him, to keep up. Often she would tire out and fall behind. But he would hardly notice. Once I while he would stop and wait for her to catch up. She would get an impatient look everytime, when she looked for sympathy. She wanted to go slow. She wanted to enjoy every bit of the journey. In between she would want to stop and admire the...

She saw her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She looked beautiful and she knew. She had never realised that she too could look as good as the plastic around her. Perfect hair, glossy lips and glares in the place. She pushed back a flick that kept falling over her eye, while two people worked on her feet and hands, scrubbing hard the dead skin. All these years she used to simply tie her hair back and never really bothered about her looks. Today she let her hair loose. She pampered herself at a posh salon and bought herself a pretty dress that brought out her best features. At home, she ordered her favourite pizza, played her favourite CD, wore the pretty dress, popped a champagne and raised a toast to the last day of her life.

Confessing7girl has tagged me. So here goes my first tag. Rules: Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write posts in their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. I am a very lazy person and can sleep for hours and hours at a stretch I still read The Famous Five ( the kirrin island…rings a bell???) I am not an animal lover. I have been collecting the wrappers of all the Dairy Milks I eat, for the past 6 years.(don’t ask me how many have I got coz I havn’t counted them since a long time) I am a bit stingy. I am annoyingly punctual and often reach at parties even before the host I am jinxed when it comes to electronics. My gadgets either break, stop working or get stolen. I love both the beach and the hills. I don't have many blogge...

‘You have changed’, she looked at me and said. ‘Well, whatever!’ I had no time to listen to her complaints. ‘Now leave me alone.’ I snapped She hovered around my table for a while and then left the room, banging the door behind. I threw my pen in my hand. I was more angry with myself than her. How could I let this happen? I still remember when I took her in my arms for the first time. She looked so innocent, so beautiful. I had fallen for her that very moment. Over the years, our love had grown even more. She completely adored me and I loved her more than anything. Although it is difficult to maintain a long distance relationship, she never showed any signs of changed loyalties. I was the first person she looked for as soon as she landed in the city. On the other hand, I had been keeping busy with my college, studies and work and could not give her all the time she demanded and deserved. In the past couple of years, I had started to feel the strain in our seven year l...

‘Everything is going to be fine. Relax!’ he took a few deep breaths. His father lay on the hospital bed, a bit nervous about the next morning. ‘Son! I don’t want to die’, he said. ‘Its nothing father! It is just a minor operation. You will be home in a couple of days’, he reassured him by repeating what doctors had told him. The next morning his wife and his sister waited at home while he stayed back at hospital. He came back home in the afternoon but he wasn’t alone. He carried his father’s body along. Due to the negligence of the hospital, 5 patients died in the operation theatre that morning. His father was one of them and he could do nothing to save him. 5 months later he found himself at the hospital again. This time it was his wife in the OT. All the jitters and nightmares rushed back. At 2:05 A.M in the morning, the nurse came out and said, ‘Congratulations! It’s a girl’ He took her in his arms and smiled. ‘Son! I don’t want to die’ He lost his fathe...

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Scared Aimless Closed

Every night I free my soul from the shackles of my body and let it wander free. It escapes like a bird from a cage and soars above high. It roams about carefree, it plays with the pixies and it dances in the moonlight. When dawn comes, it unwilling comes back and resides in me. During the day, I get around doing my usual chores, while it patiently waits for the night to come.

‘ I don’t have much time, I don’t have much time’ , she muttered to herself. It was around midnight and she walked in the shadows to avoid being seen. She quickened her steps and hurried towards the local market. The shops were closed and the market place had an eerie feeling without the usual crowd and the noise. She reached the cyber café that she visited daily. Looking down at the locked door she contemplated what to do. A slight rustle startled her and she glanced back to see if anyone was around. But the road was deserted. The sidewalk was broken at a place and the debris was still scattered on the road. Suddenly she smiled to herself and thought ‘I don’t need a key’ She stepped inside the café and switched on a terminal. ‘ I don’t have much time, I don’t have much time’ ‘Hi! I am sorry to break in like this but I don’t have much time.’ She tried to explain. The guard kept staring at her with his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to say s...

I woke up one day and found that the world was closed. ‘ Nobody told me anything ’ I walked the empty streets, felt like kicking a can but found nothing. ‘Even the garbage!!!’ The phone booth stood empty, the computer screen stared back blankly. I looked up at the cloudless sky. ‘Am I dead?' ‘Hell….No!’ I turned around to find a python dressed in a fancy suit talking to me. ‘Where is everyone?’ I asked. ‘Sir, the world has gone on a vacation’ He continued to chatter and kept tugging my sleeve.. Finally he lead me to an orchard, while I still tried to figure out what the hell was going on. ‘…and here at The Eden Garden…we offer you the best deals..’ he pointed towards the only fruit bearing tree. ‘Huh?’ ‘All you need is an apple from this tree and you can reach any destination of your choice…a heavenly experience guaranteed…’ ‘Hmm…no thanks…I don’t like apples’ And I went back to sleep

My legs say ‘Can’t go further’ My brain says ‘this is not the end’ My heart says ‘there is another road around the bend’ My legs say ‘I have no strength left’ My brain says ‘convert your weakness into some’ My heart says ‘there is more to come..’ My legs say ‘No more! I can’t see my goal’ My brain says ‘It’s the every step you take’ My heart says ‘you will learn from your own mistakes’ My legs say ‘O.k I am ready!’ My brain says ‘So am I’ My heart says ‘Lets go for it!’

It’s a cool night. The road is deserted. She rides down on her bike, enjoying the stinging wind on her face. She wipes out her watering eye. With no destination in mind, she rides on. Back at home, her room is filled with continuous chatter of the RJ, the light is still on, the bed sheet is rolled up in a ball, cushions on the floor. Somewhere down, in the living room, there is lot of yelling, screeching and hugging. The chips are dipped and re-dipped, glasses are filled and re-filled, the party continues. “I hope they like my Birthday cake”, she thinks as she continues her mindless journey. __________ I hope you all have great birthdays, especially my Taurus mates: Astha, Sunita, Nidhi, Diana,Suhana,Jyotsana, Bani, Neha K, Rinchen, Anubha, Mehak, Nothingman's Friend, Neha P, Sunaina, Saheba,Shreya. Taureans rock... Some famous Taureans: April 21, 1816 : Charlotte Bronte - Writer April 21, 1838 : John Muir - Naturalist April 21, 1926 : Queen Elizabeth II - British R...

Grilled chicken sandwich was all that he needed. For the last three months, he had been longing for it. So he finally picked up the phone and placed an order! ******************** Ha ha!!! Really bad one, I know But this is for all lazy bums like me…now pick that ass and get to work… :-)

It’s an old, rugged, blue denim bag. It has got a spacious, big pocket. There are two small ones in the front for trinkets etc and a side space to carry your liquids. A small keychain hangs by the zipper. The tiny bells on it tinkle everytime you move. At the bottom, there’s a stain, most probably left by a chewing gum. The corner that had got torn is now mended. “Hey Merel, can you accommodate my book in your bag? I am not carrying mine.” “Sure! I am used to carrying extra baggage”

Do you know the girl who lives on the 11 th street? Her house is second one from the left. Outside her gate are shrubs of roses-pink, yellow and white. As you go inside, you will meet her little brown dog called Pencil. Pencil loves playing with his plastic toy-bone. The living room is a colourful one. The curtains and the cushions have beautiful patterns. In the dining hall there is a huge painting of an old man, whose eyes follow you wherever you go. Eyes- yes! The girl has beautiful eyes. Once you meet her you will be totally mesmerized. When she starts talking, you just want to listen. Her house has other rooms too, including a basement. The basement is where she plays the piano. A huge, antique piano. She’s a natural. Her fingers meticulously move over the black and white keys and her mellifluous voice fills the air. Besides the piano is a huge box. Its decorated with lots of small shells, like eyes all over it. And if you open the box you will find an eye each of all t...

The room is completely dark except for the moonlight pouring in from the window. The wooden floor is cracked at many places with moss growing out of it. She lies there, in the corner, alone and desolate. Her gown is torn, her hair disheveled. Her eyes are groggy because of hours of crying. Her cheeks are stained with streaks of washed out mascara. How many hours have passed by, she doesn’t know. Somewhere in the distance, she hears a faint noise. It grows louder and louder. Someone outside is playing a flute. In his own world, he is playing a happy tune. Suddenly she stands up and starts dancing to his tune. Round and round, she moves in perfect balance. Never before had she felt so free. The person outside, oblivious of this, continues his journey. Slowly the music fades away. The room is completely dark except for the moonlight pouring in from the window and in the middle of it, she is dancing and laughing out loud.

He had been waiting for so long for this match. It wasn’t everyday that an international match was held in his city. What made it more special was that his favourite teams were playing. It would be the clash of titans! The stadium would be jam packed. He had to be there. He had made his arrangements beforehand. He wasn’t going to make any mistake this time. The day finally came. Although it was a day and night match, he was up at 6 in the morning. It took him an hour to reach the stadium. The security was tight and each and every belonging of his was checked thoroughly. After all these ordeals he was finally inside. He hurried to get a nice place for himself. The atmosphere was electric. Thousands of fans had turned up to cheer their favourites. Flags fluttered in the air, and slogans were being chanted. The bowler of the opposition team came on with full steam, and the batsman pulled it for four. The crowd was on its feet, Roaring! At the same time he picked up his camphor an...

Sometime in July last year the media people encroached upon the Law Canteen of PU. It was when the MassComm Dept shifted to a new building. The new batch that came was equally excited about the proximity to the canteen as about the whole new block for themselves. It was here where we (freshers) sat together, initially in one big group and then later in different smaller ones, to know each other. After all we were to spend the next two years here. It was here where we waited eagerly for our seniors to join us. It was here where we actually got to interact with them. It was here where we completed our assignments, discussed our term papers, documentaries, sought internship advices, complimented each other, shared tiffins to softwares, cut birthday cakes, called out for ‘Santosh’ or ‘Nizam’ for another cup of ‘cha’ after a tiring cricket match. We would huddle up inside when it rained and spread all out in the winter sun. The canteen was also the part of the first ever Al...

DEVILISH STREAK ON A HIGH.. FALL(ing) IN LOVE

While growing up, Single had many friends. He liked to play with all of them. Hide n seek, cycling, cricket were some of his favourite sports. As he grew up, he realized that he and Available had become very close friends. They would go to parties together, go on geris and hang out with the rest of the gang. But it was always Single and Available. However, slowly Single started to grow suspicious. Whenever Available met someone, Single would feel insecure. There was a constant fear of losing Available . There were frequents arguments and both could feel the rift between them. Then one day Single met Unavailable. The two had lots in common and Single loved Unavailable’s company. When the two were together, they didn’t have worry about anybody else. There were no fights, no insecurity-just loads of fun. From that day onwards, Single had a new best friend-Unavailable. Single and Unavailable ************************* Dedicated to my Tantra t-shirt and all the Single and Unavaila...

INTIMIDATED INSECURE LONELY ANNOYED

For 52 years he had been going there every night. Every single night he would carry his lamp, sit in front of the wall and talk to his friend. He had met him when he was 16 and all these years they had shared practically everything. He would discuss his lost love, failed marriage, great jobs, psycho bosses...everything...his friend would listen, comfort him and offer advice every now and then. They would argue at times but reached consensus in the end. He was always at peace when they were together. No matter how hard the day would be, it was the nights he looked forward to, never caring for what others had to say. As he grew older the visits became longer. They would still meet in front of the wall, now dilapidated and he would still carry his old lamp. He even started spending the whole night there talking with his only friend who never left him. One day, he was found dead in front of the same wall, his friend was nowhere in sight. But even though he lays buried in the graveyard, his...

Sitting in the dark room, she stared at the wall in front of her. She had been sitting there for hours, just staring. After emptying out all her thoughts, her mind was blank right now. The only sound in the room was that of the clock ticking away. Suddenly a bright light blinded her.T.V came to life.Electricity was back! Slowly she snuggled into her bed and went off to sleep

After giving it a lot of thought, I finally decided to blog... so watch out this space for more...