tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10709969943204764972024-02-07T08:45:42.198+05:30Scenic EcstasySTRAIGHT FROM MY HEART I HOPE MY WORDS FLOW INTO YOURSdolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-46248093945123697332020-09-03T23:22:00.000+05:302020-09-03T23:22:00.808+05:30Chintu Talkies<p>Chapter 1</p><p><br /></p><p>This is the story of Chintu, a 4th standard boy. This was the 1st day of school after this exam holidays. He was not at all in the mood to go back to school after a lenghty holiday gap. His father started preparing him for this day a week before it actually commenced as he'll touch the notebooks only if the need arises which was now. In the last week of his holidays, he sat and wrote all the homework which were supposed to be completed over a span of 2 months. It was the last day of his holidays. In english, he was asked to write an essay about any topic of his choice in around 200 words. Not able to decide upon the topic, Chintu asked his father " pa my english teacher has asked me to write an essay, could you just tell me a good topic?" Chintu's father was busy with some office work of his'. As he didnt pay attention to what Chintu said, Chintu raised his voice and called out loudly " Paaaaaa". Then he responded with a "hmmmm tell me". Chintu repeated whatever he said before. Chintu's father responded saying " Write about Republic day". Chintu thought for sometime and again started asking questions like what is republic day? Why celebrated on 26th of Jan??. As and when his father gave answers he came up with plenty more questions like who were the Britishers?? Why they came here?? etc.. not having time and patience to respond to his questions and also anticipating more questions to fly his way, he told "you better write about something which you know already and that you don't need any help from me as Im very busy and I have an important meeting tomorrow" saying this he went back to his presentation. Chintu came close and pulled his shirt to ask something again, he shouted back saying " I've told you once will not repeat again, always the same problem. Million times I've told you to complete your homework well in advance and then play how much ever you want to. But no, every single time trying to complete everything on the last day. Write some nonsense and go, get scoldings from your teacher then only you'll understand. Your mother left this world happily, putting your responsibility on my head and Im here to suffer with you by my side. I have a meeting tomorrow don't bother me."</p><p>Chintu's eyes were filled with tears. Weeping softly, he took his notebook and left the room.He went to the terrace. It was half past 7 in the evening and pretty dark, he just laid down and was looking at the stars. He came down at around 9pm. His father was still busy with his work. He asked his father "pa shall we have dinner?" There was no response. Chintu, not wanting to get shouted at again. Went to the kitchen took some food in his plate and had dinner. Before going to bed he tried one last time to speak to his father saying "Good night pa". No response to that as well. He then went to his room arranged all his new notebooks in his school bag. His father had already covered all his new notebooks with brown sheet and labelled them. He saw the new pencil box with all new eraser, pencil and pen. There was a smile on his face. He kept everything inside his school bag and went to bed.</p><p>The next day, his father woke him up, asking him to get ready for school. Chintu got ready and was having breakfast. His father asked him whether he took everything needed. Chintu nodded "Yes pa". They both started from home, after dropping him at his school, his father went for work. All that was running in his father's head was the big presentation that he had to give. He cared less about everything else.</p><p>It was 9pm, Chintu's father reached home. Chintu, usually after school gets the house key from his neighbouring aunty, comes home and stays there all by himself. So by the time his father comes he is there watching cartoons and there was nothing new that day. Chintu's father freshened up and sat next to Chintu as he was engrossed in watching TV. " Full day cartoons!!! All homework done??" asked his father while scanning Chintu's school bag "Yes pa, I completed as soon as I came home". "Not bad Chintu. Good good". He found a new colouring box in Chintu's bag. Saying, "Chintu, I dont remember buying you this" he showed the same to Chintu. </p><p>" No pa, my English teacher gave me."</p><p>"Oh as it was the 1st day of school everybody got this is it?" </p><p>" No pa she gave only to me. She told my essay was the best"</p><p>"Essay??? Oh yeah you were supposed to write an essay na. I totally forgot."</p><p>His father was pleasantly surprised. He was very eager to read it now. Without his help Chintu had written an essay for which he got appreciated as well, that was something difficult to process as Chintu has always been an average student.</p><p>Chintu picked up his notebook and showed it to his father. </p><p><br /></p><p>"Blanket" was the title, looking at the title his father thought to himself, with so many things to write about why did he write about a blanket and that got him accolades as well. Now he was even more curious.</p><p><br /></p><p>My Blanket</p><p>My blanket is in blue and white colour. It is very soft. It smells great as well. I always hug it and sleep. It is the best blanket in the world. Papa remains busy with work and finds hard to spend time with me so I speak a lot with my blanket though it never replies. The time I spend with my blanket before sleeping is my favourite time of the day. When i go to bed I cover myself with it and start telling it, stories about my whole day. Though it does not say a word I get the feel that it is listening to everything I say. I tell my blanket everything, coming 1st in running race, class fight, the good the bad, everything. As I know it will love me for both. I feel as if Im hugging mama when Im with my blanket, as it was her favourite saree I still can feel her presence and smell her in it. Though at times I wish it responds when I say "I miss you mama" but I guess its ok when free from office work papa talks to me a lot and we have good fun. I miss my mama a lot but Im glad papa is there with me to take care of me. He gets angry at times but its ok, for those times I have my blanket with me. This was my small essay about my favourite blanket.</p><p><br /></p><p>His father's eyes were filled with tears and had to wipe it away as his vision got completely blurred. He went to the bedroom and found Chintu sleeping on the bed covered in his favourite blanket. He laid next to him, kissed him on his forehead, hugged him tight and started weeping uncontrollably.</p>dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-61644622520336539432018-12-11T15:25:00.004+05:302018-12-11T15:25:58.932+05:30Who’s that guy???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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People these days are so busy with their work that they don’t get time for themselves, let alone be their family members. Marriage is such an occasion where people get to know and spend time with their relatives after eons. More than the planned events, there are many unplanned and unexpected turn of events that takes place during the occasion but unfortunately we get to see only what is being showcased.<br />
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“I’m getting so bored with these marriages Rhea, every year someone or the other gets married and I don’t even have a boyfriend” said Pooja to her cousin Rhea, her best buddy in the family.<br />
“Who asked you not to date?, keep looking you might find someone in this wedding wearing blue and black just like you” said Rhea. ”I wish” gasped Pooja<br />
“But please, spare Rahul”<br />
“Who is Rahul, is he good looking?” asked Pooja eagerly.<br />
“He is the groom” Rhea couldn’t stop her laughter and she burst out laughing.<br />
“Very funny, you keep making fun I’m going to get married pretty soon”<br />
“Good luck with that” and she continued to laugh.<br />
“I’ll go check on the bride, poor girl she will be bored without me and u keep laughing your way to mental hospital”<br />
Rhea continued laughing. Pissed off with her comments, Pooja stormed out from the vicinity.<br />
She went to the kitchen to have some water. A group of guys were chatting and laughing out loud. “Guys in jeans, so boring. Why can’t they wear something traditional at least for a wedding”, thought she. Had her water and took a 180 degree turn just to spill the remaining water on a guy.In a shocked state, she repeated the word sorry a million times. Looking at her sheer pace the guy got shocked and started consoling her. Both were talking non-stop trying to stop each other. An old lady who was watching this silently came closer to them, snatched the glass from Pooja and dropped it. Both of them not knowing what her intension was, stopped talking and that’s when they noticed that the glass was empty and there was never a drop in it to spill. Both started to laugh till their stomach ached.<br />
Pooja was with the bride helping her out with her attire, getting ready for sangeet. Rhea entered to check on Pooja as she was getting bored talking to all the oldies. To her surprise Pooja was all smiles and there was no hint of anger on her face.<br />
Rhea held Pooja’s hand and barged out to one corner of the marriage hall.<br />
“Who? What? When? Where? ” Rhea couldn’t wait for Pooja to answer. Pooja burst out laughing, ”Curious Madam Curie” said she.<br />
“You and your pjs, tell me tell me” Rhea was not the one to stop.<br />
“Yup, I met someone,” saying this she started walking.<br />
“Dum dum dumakku Dam Dam damakku Dum dum dumakku Dam dam” before Pooja could say anything the music started playing in the background, supposedly that was her introduction for the sangeet. Don’t ask me why and how she got an intro but yes that’s how it was, she was always in limelight more so even than the bride and the groom.<br />
Pooja started running towards the stage. As she went close to the stage she started to lip sync for “Chalka chalkare Khalsi ka paani” simultaneously doing some dance moves,. She entered the stage from the left, palpitating very badly. Everybody’s attention was on Pooja. She even made sure that her attire matched the decorations on the stage. The blue and white drapes totally complemented her attire. Rhea was in one corner watching Pooja perform on stage. A guy came close and stood next to Rhea. He asked Rhea who she was. With a broad smile on her face she responded “That’s Pooja, our cousin she is always in the limelight. Now she’ll make people regret coming to the wedding, wait and watch”. Dancing to the songs Pooja stepped down from the stage and caught hold of one of her cousin, dragged him to the center stage and started dancing around him. Poor guy didn’t know what to do but maintained a straight face. As soon as she turned to the other side he ran for his life and the crowd exploded with laughter. With mischievous eyes she scanned the crowd and found the kitchen guy. She was awe struck. Previously she didn’t really notice how handsome he was. She didn’t even notice that he was the desi prince charming, wearing a blue black pathani salwar. She managed to share a smile and was glad that he reciprocated. She moved on and this time she held the bride and brought her on stage. The bride maintained her dignified persona with some minimal moves. She again went down doing her dance moves all the way to get the groom as planned but her eyes met with the kitchen guy and this time he seemed to have come much closer. Not only that but she felt like he winked at her. For a second she didn’t know what to do. She started blushing, and forgot where she was but snapped out of it the next minute. She went blank and held the hand of the next guy sitting close to her and half way through everybody started laughing as she was supposed to bring the groom and not his father. She immediately snapped out of it as she heard people laugh and knew that something went wrong. She stopped and without even looking at who it was, fell on his feet and came up with a broad smile. He obviously had to reciprocate the same. After blessing her he went and sat down. She went back to get the groom, and tried hard not to look at that guy. But that didn’t happen. She found him laughing. Just to hide her embarrassment she turned towards the groom who was laughing even badly. Yet she managed to maintain that smile on her face and pulled him by the arm so hardly that he shrieked in pain. The event went on smoothly after that. It was not her first time hosting and definitely not her first time erring.<br />
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Everybody was heading towards the dinner hall for some evening snacks. They had planned Sangeet and reception on the same day. After a break the reception was supposed to take place. That is when Rhea started her enquiry as to what exactly happened. Pooja somehow was done with the sangeet but was still thinking about him. Rhea had to literally shake her out of the dream world to bring her back to her senses.<br />
“Oh yeah I didn’t tell you. I met a guy in the kitchen, he is so handsome. He was standing there in the corner and I went blank looking at him. He was looking so very handsome. I think I found Mr. Pooja. I think I'll get married to him and have 2 kids. We'll go on world trips together”<br />
"Hey hold on missy. Which corner?” asked Rhea in a strange Sherlock tone.<br />
"What??"<br />
"Which corner was he standing in?"<br />
"The left one from the stage" answered Pooja<br />
"I was standing right there but who are you .... oh my god OMG" after saying this she started laughing so loudly that all those having dinner looked up. Pooja didn’t know how to respond and she literally covered her face. Rhea couldn’t stop her laughter and she said<br />
"Hey he is our cousin Rohit.”<br />
“What???”<br />
“Ya remember? Your mom was talking about Rekha aunty from America”<br />
“Holy crap”<br />
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Pooja was helping the bride get ready for the reception.<br />
Rhea came looking for some rose water and asked Pooja about the same but she was rather upset and disappointed that her fairy tale love story ended before it even started.<br />
“Heyyyyy Pooja” said she loudly and whispered “In dreams with your brother?”<br />
Pooja literally grunted and asked “What do you want?“<br />
“Rose water” said Rhea in a rather submissive tone.<br />
“It is there in the 2nd drawer, take and leave.” Lashed out Pooja<br />
“What did I do?” asked Rhea in a sober tone and had no option but to leave.<br />
She left the room with rose water. Pooja, once done with the makeup and stuff accompanied the bride to the stage. After making her sit in the center stage, Pooja went down and sat in the 1st row next to Rhea. Her mom came rushing and asked Pooja to accompany her.<br />
“Just now I sat down” thought she, not interested in the wedding anymore.<br />
Her mom held her and started moving fast and so did Rhea . She went and stopped next to a group of people<br />
“Hey Rekha, this is my daughter Pooja and Pooja this is my cousin Rekha from US"<br />
“Oh snap it’s that America aunty” thought Pooja<br />
“Oh my god, you have grown so much. Hey I saw her when she was 3. She was wearing nothing but an underwear, look at her now, baby in an undie to lady in a saree” guffawed Rekha and more to Pooja’s dismay everyone joined her, making Pooja uncomfortable to the core. Pooja was so irritated and embarrassed but maintained that smile and thought to herself.<br />
“Ya right, 23 years later you see me and what do u expect me to wear, stupid aunty. I’m going to kill my mom” raged Pooja in her head so loudly that people could have actually heard her thoughts.<br />
She started looking here and there as she couldn’t hold on to that smile for long.<br />
“Wait I’ll introduce you to my son” Rekha started scanning the crowd.<br />
“Rohitttt”<br />
“Oh my god noooo” thought Pooja to avoid further embarrassment, she didn’t want to look at that handsome face again.<br />
“I’ll get him aunty” said Rhea and went close as he was chatting with a group of guys in a distance. <br />
“Hey Pooja, don’t mistake me I was just kidding” said Rekha with a sheepish smile.<br />
Pooja just smiled, cursing Rekha in her head.<br />
“Here he comes, this is Rohit my son”<br />
Pooja turned to her right and there he was smiling at her. Her face blossomed like a lotus with utter bliss.<br />
“Hi Pooja, nice to meet you” said Rohit and she replied “Hey Rohit, trust me it’s a pleasure meeting you. Nice red shirt by the way” with total enthusiasm.<br />
Pooja, all of a sudden transformed from a damsel in distress to a lady full of bliss. Rhea who was watching the whole drama didn’t understand what was going on.<br />
Pooja excused herself and moved out of that place holding Rhea’s hand. She was looking here and there searching for something.<br />
Rhea couldn’t figure out what was going on. Before she could say anything Pooja stopped and pointed her finger at something. Rhea looked there. She looked back at Pooja, silence prevailed for few seconds and both started laughing like crazy.<br />
Pooja had pointed to the guy in blue and black. Smitten for sure, the guy was still smiling at her and yes he winked again.<br />
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Is it a feeling that can’t be explained?</div>
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Or Is it an emotion that can't be contained?</div>
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Is it a tool that gives wings to fly?</div>
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Or Is it so cool that you get a license to pry, into the known delving to the unknown</div>
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Is it the power, is it the control?</div>
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Is it the supreme nature that tends to unfold?</div>
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Is it the liberation, is it the sovereignty?</div>
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Or is it the state of being a supreme Deity?</div>
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I feel alive, I feel blessed</div>
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I know no boundaries, I have no constraint</div>
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A glass plate shatters on the wall, two people facing each other with hatred in their eyes as if they were about to murder each other. Rani walks past Raj, with no sign of pain she moves just to slam the door hard trying to express distress.<br />
Rani on the phone with Reema "Could I please stay with you for some days?"<br />
Reema welcomes Rani with open arms comforting her while she sobs. They sit outside with a cup of tea when Rani starts to comprehend what exactly happened before even saying anything to Reema.<br />
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This has been going for a while now. Raj is out on business trips quite often and he is unable to spend much time with Rani. She is an understanding wife indeed. Whatever little time he had they'll spend together in the best way possible. Be it watching a favorite movie of theirs or having a romantic outing. They didn't have anything to gain as far as Rani is concerned as she just wanted her hubby to spend more time with her. On the other hand Raj wanted to earn more so that they can have a better lifestyle. This went on for a while till Rani started suspecting that may be Raj is having an affair.<br />
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Rita was Raj's new assistant who used to travel with Raj for every business trip. Raj was all praise for her. Rita is a girl who is very charming or rather astute. Raj once told Rani about a client meeting which went sour after hours of discussion. Rita, the shrewd girl she is offered to have a discussion with the client and cracked the deal out of nowhere. Rani didn't have any comments to share but she sure had her doubts.<br />
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Ravi had come down to their place to share some files with Raj. Rani was in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring. Rani being the nice person she is offered him coffee and informed Ravi that Raj is out for a business meeting. Ravi was a bit puzzled and was not aware of the meeting that she was talking about.<br />
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The other day the had a house party where in all of Raj's colleagues were invited. That's when Rani saw Rita for the first time. Rani was taken aback by her deep cleavage and backless avatar. Rita sure made a mark not a good one though. She was as lively as a kitten. She was least bothered about the groping eyes or rather she wanted to get noticed. Any publicity is good publicity is what Rani heard Rita saying and laughing out loud while Rani frowned upon.<br />
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Rani didn't like Rita and wanted to express the same to Raj by some means so that he fires her. But Rani sure knows that she has impressed not one but all and not only that she lately has doubts about the closeness between Raj and Rita.<br />
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Rani, a few days later when Raj informs her about a weekend business meeting, Rani makes it a point that she is out on the lookout for something fishy and so decides to follow Raj. Rani had arranged an autorikshaw guy for this pursuit. As expected Raj picks up Rita from her place and they head towards an unprecedented direction. Rani, shattered by the deroute of plans wanted to confront them come what may. Their car entered a beach resort, Rani asks the Auto guy to wait and follows them inside.<br />
As expected they enter a room and close the behind. Rani on the other hand enquires with the receptionist. After few minutes she rushes back to the auto and leaves the place with tears in her eyes.<br />
She returns home and shuts the door picks up their marriage photo and starts crying badly.<br />
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Two days later, Raj asks Rani to get ready so that they can go out to a friend's place. Rani just looks at his face and looks away when he returns the favor. She wears a nice shiffon saree still having tears in her eyes. Raj wears a tuxedo looking all handsome. He asks her to sit in the car while he locks the door. Raj enquires Rani as to why her eyes are red but she brushes it off saying something got into her eyes. They start from home, on the way Raj calls someone and what Rani hears is "Oh snap". He tells her that they are not home and so "we'll go to someplace else". Rani keeps mum.<br />
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It's a long drive, and they finally reach a place. A secluded one where in there is a path leading to a well decorated candle lit dinner table with lovely music. Rani looking at this hugs Raj and starts crying badly with Raj not knowing what went wrong hugs her tight consoling her saying "its alright".<br />
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Rita was with Raj helping him out to get a gift decide the location, finalise decorations etc etc... for their anniversary which Rani got to know on the very day she followed them.<br />
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Nice ending but... ya ya coming to the part where they fought. That was because Raj had painted the wall Grey without asking Rani. Lol yeah she is a drama queen.<br />
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No marriage is devoid of misunderstandings. We fight for simple things but what we have to remember or rather remind ourselves is the wonderful moments that we spent together feeling nothing but each other's warmth.<br />
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Life isn't as simple as we think it is. At the same time definitely not as complicated as we perceive it to be.<br />
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Never let the spark die, thats what keeps us going.<br />
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dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-16775543477412331002014-11-18T11:30:00.001+05:302014-11-20T11:59:09.512+05:30 Poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What's a poem?</div>
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Keeps me wondering </div>
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or rather awaiting a rendering</div>
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of an expert portraying a mystic wandering</div>
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Is it</div>
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lyrical beauty with complexity?</div>
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or is it</div>
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Rhyme with apt felicity?</div>
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or rather</div>
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Huge vocabulary with a pinch of absurdity?</div>
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Not one but many interpretation </div>
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Very few living up to my expectation</div>
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Here I am with my explanation</div>
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Expression with a lot of exuberation</div>
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Its just an abstract with nothing intact</div>
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flowing through your heart </div>
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not thinking past</div>
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just relishing the art,</div>
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expressing my thought here I am </div>
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with a proem for the lovely poem.</div>
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dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-27564766955860274812014-11-17T14:47:00.002+05:302014-11-26T16:13:00.206+05:30Rani Mukherjee<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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of hearts<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of tarts<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Pristina; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">ever so
pretty<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Pristina; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">finesse
and gritty<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of hearts filled with love only for her the mighty Aphrodite<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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glance enough to kill<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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eyes, where the beauty lies<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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oh my! what a flair<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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beauty took eons to descend<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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heaven or well above.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Pristina; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">Have no
words to express my love<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Pristina; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">for the
lady who deserves nothing but WOW.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-21315110575213696332014-11-17T10:58:00.000+05:302014-11-20T11:59:29.374+05:30Blog revival<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Be it anything and everything You'll have to start at the very point where you left it. Clear in mind with a better thought process here I am kick starting my dear blog after a really long time. Feeling elated or rather Ecstatic. <br />
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Why I started this blog ? To express myself. <br />
Why I stopped blogging ? Too many dishes in my platter.<br />
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Confused is what I was days, months, years together not knowing what I really have to do. Tried to be Jack of all trades just to realize you'll never be master of even one. Mental stability is what was lacking. Not literally :P but still.<br />
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Many of us go through this phase I believe. All I really want to say is that. Do what your heart desires, do what gives you happiness, why think further and bother yourself. <br />
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Love as pleasant as it does first starts from within. We as people should learn to love ourselves. I love me when I'm satisfying me or rather when I complete me. That completeness is something which you get only when you love what you do and do stuff that you love to do. In my case had too many affairs to take care of.<br />
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I really want to embark on this very journey just to make myself happy hoping for nothing but a soul stirring ecstatic feel.<br />
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dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-34626380543504969182010-01-12T11:08:00.003+05:302010-01-16T01:19:23.999+05:30A Demented soulSinging in the rain<br />
with my heart full of pain<br />
writing this down<br />
to let you know how people frown<br />
gazing at me<br />
like an alien on ground<br />
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Naked the word though I was<br />
never bothered in your presence<br />
Covered the word yes I am<br />
feeling incomplete in your absense<br />
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Is this my fate or<br />
plenty more to hate<br />
me,the arrogant lover<br />
looking at the sun<br />
hoping you'd hover<br />
Foolish the word people provide<br />
leaving it to you girl you decide<br />
right I thought cause you reside<br />
in my thoughts leaving plenty aside<br />
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waiting for your arrival<br />
the<br />
reason for my survival<br />
Dementia you are<br />
Demented I am<br />
dear change it to<br />
Panacea you are<br />
Panache I am.dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-16439223510026053832010-01-03T19:34:00.001+05:302010-01-03T19:34:51.697+05:30main gudiya nahin hoonChand taare se sajaayenge<br />
Kaale ghataaon se <br />
zulphon ko leherayenge<br />
Reshmi ki narmi<br />
se mann ko behlayenge<br />
<br />
Khoobsurati se<br />
sundartha ko poojthe hain<br />
Suraj ke kirano se<br />
mujhe chupaathe hain<br />
Asmaan se uthri<br />
sabhi yeh kehthe hain<br />
<br />
Koi kasar choda nahi inhone<br />
par yeh kyun bhoolgaye<br />
Ke ek dil bhi hai mere seene mein<br />
jo baahar ki hi nahin<br />
andhar ki sundhartha<br />
dikhaane keliye har pal thadapthi hai<br />
Pooja nahi izzath maangthi hai<br />
ye dil mera dil<br />
Sheeshe ki andhar rakhne waali<br />
gudiya ki nahi <br />
ek insaan ki<br />
Kaash mere dil ki awaaz<br />
koi sunein<br />
dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-82564835450199992042009-12-24T12:07:00.007+05:302013-11-08T17:13:50.693+05:30Not Always<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Travelling in a bus, Sunitha and Vanitha were into a serious discussion. Vanitha kept repeating <em>Whatever it is, you have committed a sin.Now you have to pay for it</em>. Sunitha was calm and she kept saying "what is done is done and nothing can be changed.Think positively!".<em>There is nothing positive to it. Anitha, you are in big trouble.You are gonna suffer a lot.Your entire life is destroyed</em>. Don't be so apprehensive,its gonna bring her happiness and nothing else said Sunitha. <em>Having a baby before marriage is to be ashamed of and there is nothing to be happy about</em>. Vanitha stop pointing your fingers at her. It is a beautiful feeling.It just happened.Its a boon from god for their love.<br />
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<em>Boon ha!! you serious, when she suffers, she'll get to know whether it is a boon or a bane</em>.Stop giving out dialogues. Ok be it. It is a mistake but it was not only Anitha's fault.It is Anuj's fault too. <em>His fault oh! but who is gonna pay?.</em>I trust him Vanitha, he is a good man.He will not leave her.<br />
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<em>Good man ughh,a man who can't wait till marriage</em>. Vanitha don't be so narrow minded.It's love that brought them closer.We'll get to know whether its love or lust when she tells him she is pregnant.Why don't you understand the beauty of their love.Why blame you its not only you nobody understands.<em>That is what even I'm saying society will not approve and she is gonna suffer</em>.You are going back there again just stop it.She trusted him and thus gave herself completely.<br />
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<em>All these dialogues of yours will do no good when people start questioning.When that happens she'll have to act dumb and that too all alone.</em>Stop it Vanitha she will not be alone,he will be with her.<br />
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The bus stopped.Get down Anitha you have to meet him at 10:00 am right its already 9:50 am ,he'll be waiting.Just go tell him the good news.<em>Ya ya tell the good news and you'll get to know how fast he can run</em>.<br />
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Anitha reached the park.The time was already 10:05 am.He was not there.<em>See how dedicated he is</em>.Anitha just go and sit near that tree said Sunitha.<em>Why are you wasting your time,he is not gonna come.I thought he will run away after listening to what you say,I was wrong,he is clever,may be he got the info well before.</em>Vanitha how many times do I have to say this to you Please shut up said Sunitha.<br />
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Anitha your eyes are red and completely filled stop it, don't listen to this idiot, you trust him don't you?.<em>No use in crying now</em> I'm gonna slap you now.<br />
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"Ani he is here,"said Sunitha. Anitha couldn't even see properly with her eyes filled with tears.<br />
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"Hi dear,"said Anuj so nice to see you. I'm so irritated my boss is a complete freak that idiotic guy always finds fault with one thing or the other I don't know when he is gonna change. Anitha stood up and said Anuj I have something to say.Oh ya proceed what is it.<br />
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"I'm pregnant" Anuj was sitting on the stone seat near the tree searching for something in his bag ,he just stopped, he didnt say a word, he didnt even lift his chin. Anitha was standing right in front of Anuj.<br />
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<em>Now she is gonna leave behind her self esteem,dignity and plead</em>. Sunitha didn't say a word,she was more into how Anuj is gonna react.<br />
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Anuj pulled Anitha closer and gave her a tight hug giving a kiss on her midriff. Anitha couldnt stop herself anymore she just burst out crying very badly.Ani what happened.Anitha didnt reply a word she just went down and started kissing his face completely.<br />
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Sunitha just turned towards Vanitha abd said Bye dear.<em>No no nooooo</em>.Laughing wildly Sunitha just shot her point blank.Vanitha vanished in thin air.Sunitha smiled from ear to ear looking at their true love.Her eyes were wet .She came closer kept her hands on their head and just moved into Anitha.<br />
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At every point in life our mind plays games with us and we get stuck between the positives and negatives.Think positively as all say but<br />
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Optimism is good, not always<br />
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Pessimism is bad, not always.</div>
dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-20899410741553908662009-11-20T20:00:00.004+05:302009-11-24T19:45:13.226+05:30Not kinky yet...!!!Out on the road walking down the lane<br />
just a formal date unexpected yet great<br />
gliding on my body kissing me head to toe<br />
in my shirt and on my chest<br />
<a name='more'></a>buttons as it is not one open<br />
yet licking my body like a puppy<br />
shall i unbutton dear asked me without fear<br />
everybody on the road watching us not four<br />
but many yet honey just feel me on you<br />
said she, did I as heard felt her on me<br />
reached my house fully drenched<br />
in the rain.<br />
purity the word or is it more to it <br />
drops of honey from the sky <br />
was my date hope u got it right !!! <br />
;)dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-69202732026459868542009-11-20T08:33:00.006+05:302009-11-24T19:45:29.086+05:30Suhane palDil de kar main baiti tujhe pehli baar dekhi<br />
kadham jo tere paas jab mere chupke se dekthi hoon<br />
teri nazron ki baasha sar jhuk ke sun thi hoon<br />
mere chehre ki muskaan ye koi na dekhle<br />
ye koi na sunle mere dil ki aadat hai<br />
kudse baath karthi hoon kaash tu yeh sunlein<br />
patha hi na chala kab tu mera hogaya<br />
ek din tu paas aaya dil tho rukh hi gaya<br />
baath jo tune kaha dhadkan mein bhas gaya<br />
teri meri prem kahani<br />
saalon saal bani rahe<br />
janmo janm tu mera rahe<br />
jaaneman<br />
tu mera main teridolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-40123343020138909002009-11-16T21:46:00.001+05:302009-11-24T19:45:43.135+05:30subah ki khoobsuratiNeela yeh aasman<br />
dharthi pawan yahaan<br />
sooraj nikla hai jo<br />
kiranein bhi hai jawaan<br />
nadhiyaan jo behethi hai<br />
jawaani se jalakthi hai<br />
panchi jo gaathi hai<br />
khamoshi sajaathi hai<br />
shabnam bhi hai yahaan<br />
poolon ke paas hai<br />
jannat hai tho kahaan?<br />
nazrein yahaan wahaan<br />
par dhadkan ye jaantha <br />
isse behethar na koi jahaandolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-80483191220232163012009-11-12T15:05:00.001+05:302009-11-24T19:45:56.951+05:30PukarKaato na kaato mujhe tum na kaato<br />
Na chahoon ke main jaake tum ko sathaoon<br />
Main tho jee raha hoon tumhare liye hi<br />
Mujhe moth se koi darr bhi nahi hai<br />
Agar mujhko darr hai tho isi baath ka darr hai<br />
Ke mere saath juda hai yeh jeevan tumhaara<br />
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Sirf tumhe hi bachaane nahi hai mujko<br />
Soch tu sabiko musibat mein<br />
Dhakel kyun raha hai ?<br />
rahoge hamesha tu aisa tho<br />
sunle ke chale jaao tum<br />
aur sabhi ko jeene dheydolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-18334668634395699012009-11-06T09:44:00.007+05:302009-11-24T19:46:12.973+05:30Tum Mile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Jaana hai maine <br />
pyaar kya hai<br />
abhi par<br />
na jaantha tha <br />
yeh pehle ke na<br />
tumse mila tha <br />
haseen teri baathein <br />
sathaayein<br />
mujhe par<br />
yeh ehsaas mein pehle <br />
na paaya<br />
kabhi bhi <br />
din ho ya raat <br />
sochoon <br />
tumhe hi<br />
soke kya paaya<br />
itne din jo gavaaya<br />
bin tere jeekar<br />
mere RANI batha thu !dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-72701065065266569282009-11-05T09:08:00.015+05:302009-11-24T19:46:27.592+05:30Dil ka elaan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>kwabon ki malika tu<br />
hai meri rani<br />
mausam tho badla <br />
na badli bechaini<br />
dil mera khab se <br />
tujhe chah raha hai<br />
pehchaan mujhe tu<br />
yeh lafzon ka jung hai<br />
kabhie paas kabhie dhoor<br />
yeh madhoshi kyun hai<br />
gale lag mujhe tu<br />
sukoon ki umeed hai<br />
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<br />
Dil mera chuke<br />
kahaan kho gayi tum<br />
doonde ye aankein<br />
dhadkan suno tum<br />
aa mere dil mein<br />
sadha khush raho tum<br />
waada yeh mera<br />
na toote kabhi bhi<br />
zinda rahoonga<br />
tujhe dekhe bin bhi<br />
magar yeh samajlo<br />
ke jism tho rahegi<br />
par rooh hai meri tu<br />
abhi bhi kabhi bhi !dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-76798000086299558582009-10-22T10:38:00.009+05:302009-11-24T19:46:54.990+05:30Love never dies<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.14in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">A white car on a black road,Radhika the lady of our story is driving it."Tujhe dekha toh yeh jaana sanam" its her mobile.With a lot of glitter and happiness in her face she picks it up.CLICK About her hmmm what shall i say she is a reasonably tall girl with powerful eyes and long straight hair.She did her graduation in the LOC university in New Delhi and currently she is working as a HR executive."Hi Honey" said Radhika with a wide smile on her face.The Honey for her tongue and a teddy for her arms and the man of her life was Rohit.Crazy guy I must say.He is a good looking guy with a reasonable height (Taller than Radhika thats all is necessary right ya he has it).Even he completed his graduation fom LOC university in New Delhi.Hmmm got it? no oh .Both of them studied together in college and were great friends.When their friendship turned into love nobody knows not even them.Their marriage is on the cards.Its next week.Too much of flashback lets get back to the phone call.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">"Hi Sexy" replied Rohit with a giggle."Sir seems to be in an awesome mood today" said Radhika forgetting all her office and household tensions as always when talking to Rohit."Hmmm Hmmm you think so" asked Rohit."Ya I know so" said Radhika with a lot of confidence.Puzzled to the core Rohit asked "What How When ahhhhh Nat I should have known" said he with complete disappointment."Yup So... Congrats dear on your promotion"she shouted out loud.Nat Nat Nat is Natasha a close friend of Rohit and Radhika."Wait till I find her"-Rohit "Who"-Radhika "Who else"-Rohit "Oh Oh Nattie"-Radhika</span></span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">"Poor Nat Radhi to your rescue" saying to herself Radhika calls Natasha from another phone keeping it on her left ear"Come on girl pick it up pick it up" "Hiiiii Radhi how was his reaction?"asked Natasha with anxiety all over."Run for your life"-Radhika "What???!!!"-Natasha “Rohit is on the loose”-Radhika “Oh my god he is here”-Natasha. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Radhika heard from both the sides</span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Gotcha ha ha ,I poured coffee on her head” said Rohit with a sense of achievement. “Radhiii your stupid lover ahhhhhhh” weepingly Natasha said</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Radhika could'nt control her laughter.She started laughing so badly that her stomach started aching.”guys guys please stop it I'm gonna die laughing" said Radhika still laughing .A loud noise followed by grave silence brought everything to a stop.</span></span></span><br />
<a name='more'></a>”Radhi Radhiiiii are you ok” Rohit cried out loud.He did'nt know what happened.”You stay here I'll go and see what happened.She was on her way to her office”said Rohit hiding his fears and acting confident.Thousands of images, millions of ideas were popping in his mind every second.He started speaking to himself.He kept saying no to all the bad ideas that came to his mind.<br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">He had to do something but he did'nt know what or how.He got into his car and asked his driver to go to GL Road(the highway which Radhika takes to go to her office).He was a bit confident but a lot afraid.He constantly kept calling Radhika “Damn it Radhi pick up the phone “ “Nothing would have happened” he kept saying to himself.</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Bin tere kya hai jeena” its his mobile and the call was from Radhika with a wide smile on his face he answers the call “stupid Radhi are you ok? Why did'nt you pick up the phone? I was so damn worried..” before he could continue any further a voice interrupted his saying “ Hello Sir there has been a huge accident here.We are taking her to Lakshmi Hospital” and cut the call.</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Rohit did'nt reply .He was speechless.One among many of his nightmares came true.His heart started beating faster.He coudnt think.Tears were continuously down pouring.”Brother......” he called his driver but before he could say anything his voice started breaking.After a long pause he continued saying“go to Lakshmi hospital”.</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Oh Radhi my dear I'll not let anything happen to you” He called Natasha and informed her and called all the best doctors that he knew and asked them to go to Lakshmi hospital.His car passed by a temple which is often visited by Radhika and himself.”brother stop the car near that temple”said he.As he entered the temple Rohit remembered a incident which happened few months back.</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Radhi “ called Rohit </span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">What is it Rohit” </span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">It seems you've bugged god a lot”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">What ? What do you mean?”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">I heard you were praying for so long that the poojari started chasing you away”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Ha Ha Ha very funny”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Ok so what were you asking god?”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">What am i gonna ask?”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Hmmmmmmmm”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">ok ok i myself will say it is useless waiting for you to guess.I just prayed that our love should never die and we should remain like this forever in every birth”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">oh oh oh every natality???? my goodness there are many pretty girls in this world.Don't you think they'll be disappointed and wont they commit suicide on hearing this?</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">why a girl No other creature in this world can tolerate you.So its me now and always”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Oh yeah”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">yeah yeah”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">naaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">yeahhhhhhhhhhhh”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Rohit stumbled up on a stone.He goes straight just looking into the eyes of the god's statue.He goes as close as he can and sits there. For a few minutes silence prevails.Slowly his weeping goes out of bound.He starts crying like a baby.”Please god please save her””Don't separate us””Pleaseeeeeeeeeee”remembering the fact that he has to go to the hospital to see her.He gets up and starts walking a bit faster towards the car. “Let's go” says Rohit with a stiffness in his voice.The car starts moving.He keeps looking through the window pane with his eyes so red.Just as he passes by a park..</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Rohit why did you ask me to come here”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">look around and say whether you like it “</span></span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">It was 5 in the evening the sky was reddish yellow.The park was so green with grass covered all over and trees standing tall and a series of 5 small pond forming a circle in the park and another pond(has a centre stage) in the centre that is between those 5 ponds and every pond was connected by a small bridge.Wind was also heavy on that day.Rohit held her hand and led her to the centre stage over the pond in the centre.Radhika was wearing a white salwar . She was glowing and also with the breeze her dupatta was flying.</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Radhi i wanna say something.Promise me you'll not get angry”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Rohit you are my darling.I'll never get angry”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Have you done something wrong” asked Radhika</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Hmmmm I don't know whether its right or wrong”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">oh Rohit say it na what is it”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">He handed over a letter and turned away from her.Radhika was confused she slowly opened the letter</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">With you I wanna cry</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">With you I wanna laugh</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">With you I wanna live</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Without you I wanna die</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Thats all I wanna say but</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">There's more that i wanna give</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Let your life be part of mine</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Like a bit of honey in wine</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">What say will you be mine ? </span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Read the letter</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">I am yours” heard Rohit but before he could turn she hugged him from behind.</span></span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">A gentle breeze from the sky </span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">with them floating in the sky</span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">it was magical. </span></span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Actually I wanted to give this to you long back but couldnt but now is the right time.</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Rohit opened the letter and asked her to read it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">My dear rascal you make me angry</span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en"></span></span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">My dear devil you made me fly</span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en"></span></span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Love the pleasure wanna treasure</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">but with you yet always</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Darling dearest my sweety poo</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Lips are dry my speech the cause </span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Lips are wet let you be the cause</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><b>Honey! I wanna be your.....</b></i></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">before she could read any further she was stopped by him with his lips sealing hers.After a long pause she completed </span><span lang="en"><i><b>Honey.</b></i></span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Oh I'm blushing I think my face is all red” just as she said that and lifted her chin to see his face red .Both of them started laughing but not the usual laugh but a one with a bit of hesitation,bit of shyness,bit of happiness,bit of confusion but with a lot of love.</span></span></span><br />
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</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">A huge bump it was a speedbreaker.”sorry sir” said the driver.Natasha reached the hospital </span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Patient name Radhika car accident” said Natasha taking deep breaths</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">I'm sorry mam she has passed away”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">WHAT are you serious? May be you've mistaken Its Radhika LG road accident please check properly please “</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">NO mam I know I'm sorry but she couldnt make it.”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Oh god Oh god Radhiiii”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">what am i gonna say to Rohit”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">oh god he'll be here any minute.He'll be totally shattered.How am I gonna console him”</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span lang="en">Oh god please give Rohit the strength to accept the truth”</span></span></span><br />
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</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Rohit's car arrived.Slowly she started moving towards the car.She didnt know what to do or to say.She was lucky as she didnt have to say or do anything.</span></span><br />
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</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">She went and opened his car door just to see Rohit falling out .</span></span><br />
</div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Natasha-“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”</span></span><br />
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</div><pre> </pre>dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-22261322394436601922009-10-17T19:28:00.001+05:302009-11-24T19:47:21.304+05:30PLEASANT ENCOUNTER<div style="text-align: justify;">It was a lovely evening with water drizzling like tiny pearls from the sky. Raj was walking down the lane. He was tired of all the hard day's work. It was 5:00 in the evening he was out from work. He had to walk for 15mins to reach his bus stop. As it was drizzling and the road's all wet and with puddles here and there he had to watch his step. "I hope I get a bus soon I don't wanna stand there for a long time like day before"thought he. Raj was cursing his boss as he was walking,there was a small lane to his right which cut through the road he was walking. He went right past the lane but suddenly stopped. As they say his heart skipped a beat. He did not move, taking a step or two behind, he stood straight to the lane and turned right just to see his favorite actress standing there. He was spell bound. His mind stopped cursing, it even stopped working. He was looking at her and only her. Her smile, her eyes, he was drowned in her presence. He was admiring her every bit. The way she carried her saree, the way her hair danced to the wind's tunes. Before he could get hold of the moment it just passed by as she got into her car and went away. He stood right there with eyes wide open for the next 5mins. "Hey you! move aside" said a lady, startled for a sec raj who was flying in the sky returned back to ground. He was blinking as if a somnambulist suddenly woke up. He started scolding himself for not making a move still he was happy and really proud that he saw her. His excitement was over the top he couldn't stop smiling. He was talking to himself. He could not wipe the smile off his face. He hopped into the bus and reached his house. Raj knew that its just an actress and not somebody close to him. Yet, he was not able to get down from cloud 9. He is not a guy who does crazy stuffs as a fan and he knows that she has done nothing to him but if he is happy, relieved off his daily tension just by looking at her or hearing her name then whats wrong in being a fan. The whole day he forgot everything and kept calling everybody "guess what" as he started went on and on. That night in a news channel she was interviewed and she was saying about the different places she visited for promoting her movie that day and she didn't even mention the place where the encounter happened. He smiled to himself and still kept calling everybody. The important thing is that he is happy and that is all that matters. Raj has not been this happy for a really long time. He'll never forget this pleasant encounter. The day passed and the next day everything was back to the usual work, office, tension. Obviously the actress would not know what she did to him but she sure made his day.<br />
</div>dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-10389931959362559312009-10-15T16:33:00.002+05:302009-11-24T19:47:41.551+05:30I LOVE YOUSitting in the beach shore<br />
gazing at the fading sun <br />
waiting for his lady love <br />
dreaming of the lovely dove <br />
waves of joy from the sea <br />
shouting out a lovely glee <br />
pulling out the lover's heart<br />
into the misty scenic path <br />
out came the lady love <br />
just to see her man's love <br />
pumping hard in her presence<br />
his heart felt love that instance <br />
crazy because of the blue <br />
the man said "I LOVE YOU"dolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1070996994320476497.post-43949976369596791222009-10-15T14:01:00.003+05:302009-11-24T19:47:57.873+05:30CRYHUMAN: <br />
wonder what the birds feel <br />
when they are hugged by the wind। <br />
wonder what the wind feels <br />
when it is kissed by the fish। <br />
wonder what the fish feels <br />
when they are caught in the net। <br />
DYING FISH: <br />
wonder why the human race<br />
hasn't come to an end <br />
killing us day by day <br />
cutting trees minute by minute <br />
polluting our world second by second<br />
dont they get fed up? <br />
wishing to see a better world<br />
with the humans out of sight। <br />
i can't atleast my generation should। <br />
rest in peace humans let us live in peacedolphinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223520721087686565noreply@blogger.com7