Monday, October 31, 2011

Sarah,Leo and the 10 Rs Note

Sarah,Leo and the 10 Rs Note
 It was a fine sunny morning and as usual Sarah and her friend Niketa were waiting at the Mumbai Gol Building bus stop to board the bus #57 destined for Kurla.Sarah was doing her medicine. Niketa and Sarah were like two best friends since childhood. They would often address each  others as soul sisters. They would share the wildest and the deepest secrets amongst them.

"Nikku, you know I saw Leo's Inception movie for like the 38th time," Sarah was a huge fan of Titanic,Inception fame Leonardo Caprio. She would do anything to get the first show tickets of his movies. Such a die hard fan Sarah was. Sarah and Niketa were busy indulged in some discussions regarding Leo's new movie J.Edgar.

"Do you know What Nikku," Sarah grinned.
"Whaat Sarah baby," Niketa was curios to know what she was going to say.

'Leo looks hot in J.Edgar..I have already taken a printout of his movie stills and pasted it on my Bedroom walls ," Sarah smiled.

"Oh you silly girl....,' Niketa winked.

Bus#57 finally arrived. There was  one person who was keenly observing Miss Sarah from sidelines. He used to do this almost everyday but Sarah never knew him. During one such discussions, the guy overheard that Sarah is a huge fan of Leo. Since then he changed his hairstyle to that of  Jack Dawson's of Titanic. He seemed to be liking Sarah but unfortunately he didn't had enough courage to take it a step further.So he had finally decided that he will go for the goal  and try to talk to her.


Sarah and Niketa were seated at the ladies seat. He admired Sarah from behind. Everytime he would go to talk to her , Sarah would talk to Niketa about her hero Leo. Finally,the guys stop had arrived. He took a pen but sadly he didn't had any paper.He searched for  papers on his bag ,but he could only find chits which he used for his Semester exams. He took a 10 Rs note and wrote his name and phone number  on it and threw at Sarah and smiled at her. When Sarah opened that she realized that it was a  10 Rs note. Niketa had told her that this guy was observing her since long and he didn't had any paper so he wrote his number on a 10 Rs note. Sarah got furious for once and grimaced at him as he was smiling at Sarah like a shameless. Sarah threw the note behind. An Old man from behind came to Sarah and asked her if she didn't want the note and Sarah replied that it was not hers.Sarah found this act of this guy rather cheap. Even his Jack Dawson hairstyle did not suffice.



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Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Ugly Truth behind the SpiderMan

The Ugly Truth behind the SpiderMan
 
 Peter Parker was a nerd  who lived with his Uncle Ben and Aunty May. He had hots for his neighbor Mary Jane whom he liked. He used to follow her like crazy everywhere.But he never had the courage to talk to her.They both studied in the same high school.

It was one fine morning and Peter and his classmates had visited the Genetics Laboratory as a part of their field trip. My dad who was a very brave spider was taken by these ruthless scientists who wanted to research. They started harassing us and injected chemicals into us.I can't tell how much it hurted when I saw my daddy cry and screech in pain. A tear tricked  through my eyes. My daddy had always been a role model and a hero for me. I always  wanted to  grow up like a big mighty spider just like my daddy.That was the day when Peter tried to impress his love interest. He had a crush on Mary and while following her accidentally his hands came across my daddy. It really hurt daddy very much. Daddy was so strong and this was the reason why Scientists preferred to use my dad as a part of their research and transformed him into a genetically engineered spider.My daddy got angry. Peter didn't knew that he had messed up with the greatest genetically engineered spider ever. He failed to realize that this could even changed his life forever. Daddy soon planned an Operation , a mission against Peter.It was his war against Peter Parker.

Mom,me and my little sister were closed inside a bottle along with other spiders. Mother pleaded and urged daddy not to bite him.She was afraid that these humans would kill my father. She screamed loudly but dad could not hear.Mother didn't want him to bite the handsome lad for she believed that Peter could kill my dad. Dad looked at my mom for once and glared at her. His eyes turned red with anger.He could still feel the pain as Peter hit him. Little Sister was a baby spider then and she was asleep. We never intended to wake her up. Slowly and Steadily my daddy started following Peter. Peter was following Mary Jane and my daddy was following Peter. Mary looked behind and of a sudden Peter behaved as if he was doing something constructive. Peters best friend  Harry Osborne took Mary Jane for a coffee and my daddy  used this as the best opportunity to bite Peter. He soon raged a war against Peter and bit him again and he escaped.Peter was looking at his hand where my daddy bit him. It swelled and it pained.

It was at that time my daddy screamed with joy "WITH GREAT POWERS COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITIES". He was in a state of ecstasy.In TV they show the good side of Peter Parker.Did they ever showed how Peter took the revenge. He Smashed my father with his smelly shoes.It was blood all around. My baby sister woke up.The place turned silent.Mom was shocked and she died of an heart attack leaving me and my baby spider sissy orphans. Today there is no one to look behind us.The next day Peter Parker became muscular,strong and his reflexes  were super quick.He even emitted Web Strings. In short he became a super hero and impressed Mary Jane. Mary ditched Harry and became Peters girlfriend.Ultimately its Peter who became famous. Whom do I blame for this? I lost my parents. We were a happy family of 4 ,but Peter ruined our life. My baby Spider sister questions me about my parents. But Media is so ruthless.They had all the time to talk about Peters achievements,but no one even bothered about the Spider. I strongly condemn the use of Spider as his name. He became a Spider-Man by killing my daddy,the greatest Spider ever.

 
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Morning Blues


In the Morning to Work today,
I saw the traffic go morose.
I wish I could move ,
in a swift,away.


The Cars,they honk a musical honk,
a headache it triggers,
in this mindboggling traffic,
slowly I drift away.


Looking at the watch go tik tok tik
i smile at  my own plight
Never again shall I be late,
the traffic that I hate.

I look at the traffic light,
waiting  for the red to go green,
never did it happened,
nor my car moved.

I honked the horns,
they all saw me go berserk,
crazy and weird,
they all  called me.

Looking at the watch go tik tok  tik,
the light showed green from red,
Lord finally heard my prayers,
The traffic moved once again.



***This has been written for Magpie Tales 88***
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Saturday, October 29, 2011

Night


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The night was young.It was dark and there was no one in sight for miles as Shania walked down over the moist grasses.It rained heavily few hours ago. She was with her 3 girl friends. All of them belonged to the same class. They had to submit a project as a part of their research assignment. They say night is the time of Ghosts. But these girls never believed in Ghosts. They were adventure loving girls and embraced life to the core.

Shania,Ana,Tatiana and Natasha were the best of friends.

'Girls ,come here see I found a handsome guy lying here,' Shania alerted her friends as she walked near the river.

Some native residents of Kensington termed it as the river of death. She saw a tall guy lying.

'Water...waaaatttttt ....eeeerrr,' he was thirsty.

The girls gave him to eat and took care of him.

'Hey , What is your name? Why don't you talk?,' Tatiana said to the man.

'Are you dumb or something dude...why don't you open your mouth?,' Shania asked.

'Oh Jeez...can you please speak up,' The girls said in Unison.

'Yes...how does it feels when someone loves you and you love them..you care for them,' He spoke.

'Thats pretty much normal ...it happens when you like or admire someone..,' Tatiana said.

'Well...what if one day when you wake up and see the entire world change...people close to you left you...,' He continued.

'Oh common..whats wrong..don't be sad,' Natasha said.

'Did someone hurt you Mr....sorry We don't know your name?' Shania said.

'Tim...yes..' He said.

'Hey ..you got hots for someone Ahh!,' Tatiana winked.

'No..she was the last person in this world who loved me...you know her loss is intense...i can't imagine a life without her,' Tim said.

'Tim..you know what...such things does happens in life.You're an American ...dang..don't be emotional...you're handsome and smart..you got girls around you..you just have to pick,' Shania said with a seductive voice.

'You need to embrace life first..you won't know what will happen to you. Life is unpredictable.You need to forget her...she is gone..she won't come back..,' Natasha spoke.

Ana was silently listening to all that what was being said. She would smile but she did not speak.

'I just feel it was easy to say..but practically it is impossible," He replied.

It was already 3 am and the night sky was showing some hints of rain.

'Common, go out..meet new people and befriend them,' Ana finally spoke .

'I can't,' He said.

How often do you come across a stranger in life who shares their personal life story with you?. Life has always been an enigma. Many people play different roles in our life. Some are spectators and some play cameo in our short life. We being the protagonist knows what life means to us.

'Jerk! why cant you?,' Shania said.

'I'm dead,' He said.

And of a sudden everyones face turned pale. The place turned silent. A horror triggered on their faces. The girls could not talk nor could they do anything.

'I could not accept my Wife's loss and I shot myself near the river,'Tim said.


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Thursday, October 27, 2011

Hurting & Losing friends

Hurting & Losing friends
Sometimes life can be harsh on you.Some say that true friends do stand behind you during your worst times.I always had good set of friends since school days and many have been helpful at times. They do understand me and realize the worth of our friendship.But when it comes to missing, they do miss me at times.As very few of you might be knowing that my exile from home had cost me lots. But during my stay in Delhi ,I should seriously admit that I have never missed my friends.Since most of them are added in my facebook and many of them are in touch through Texts and emails,I seldom miss them. But out of these true lot of friends you might be having few other special ones whom you could differentiate. They are those unique friend of yours who really matters to you.


During my college days I befriended a girl from Cuttack.I would rather love to say that our thought process were similar.She was someone whom I could look forward in my life. But harsh reality is that I lost her,lost her frienship .There has not been even a single day when we hadn't talked or texted each other. This actually represents our friendship and Gtalk and Yahoo messenger have played a pivotal role in bonding us. We were like good friends and eventually good got replaced by best. Nevertheless I have got very few best friends in life and all of them are special to me. I can't afford to lose even a single one. She would share her secrets with me and rather I would do the same. There used to be an instant solution to every problem which you present to her. Such an intelligent girl she was. I discovered her in some Orkut MBA community way back in 2008. That was the time when my preparation for MBA was at its peak.She was from Commerce background and she was trying her luck at CAT too. During one discussion forum, we happen to exchange thoughts and the outcome was a friend request.It didn't really mattered who send the request but what mattered was friendship.She would crib about her preparation and would sob about her mock exam results.The maximum she could manage was 81.Initial days were quite formal. We would talk to each other frequently and all thanks to Gtalk for being a great messenger friend. My MBA preparation got hampered because of my campus call. I got selected in an IT Company through campus recruitments and my MBA preparations seemed to have diverted by then. My focus deviated.This was inevitable.2009 was a period when we seldom spoke and because of our commitment towards our goals we never spoke much. Conflicting.No,never.
Yesterday I happen to delete my mails in order to make some space in my mail box. That was the time when I discovered the existence of this person. I seemed to have forgotten this girl. My exile cost me a lot as I lost touch with many friends.I learned that we never spoke in 2010. My last call made to her was way back in July 2009.Some disgraceful events happened between us and she decided not to talk to me.I was neither convinced with this decision of hers nor I wanted to stop talking to her.I failed to realize that she would take my statements seriously.During most phases of my life,I have taken utmost care to make sure that I don't hurt any one by any means.But that day I just got mad at her. I went berserk.The end result was that I lost her.Yesterday reading those old chats made me smile. I shouldn't had read those. This made me feel nostalgic.I searched for in facebook but learned that she had blocked me. I searched for her number from my 160by2 account and texted her. She replied with 'why do you want to talk to me?' . I was helpless.I tried texting her again and again and tried to win her heart once again. She was stubborn and damn serious. I never knew if she got married or had kids. But I just realized that I had to apologise. I could be such a sinister at times. She made me realize that. It was my mistake. I really want my friend back. But some do say that its better to move on in life. Looking back doesn't pleases you.It will distract you. Often the best relationship breaks in an unusual way. Looking back hurts you and distracts you. I never intend to hurt her ever again. All I wanted to do is to apologise.I sometimes wish if it was easy to lose friends in life. But I myself have lost many dear ones.

I didn't want to say,
But you made me say.
You cried out of your own plight,
making me feel guilty
You hurted me with your words,
but when i replied back,
you ignored me.
All I want to say ,
Sorry for what happened.
Wish you luck.

Friends, why is that human heart sometimes subjected to unavoidable conditions fails to respond back rationally. If I had not hurt her she would have still been mine. Emotions do have roles in hurting others and their role is significant.You sucumb to unavoidable scenarious and you seem to be in a fix.And when the person fades away from you life, then that is the time you realize their worth and think about their importance.
I woke up one day and saw the world change.My friends disappeared and I was stranded between strangers.My circle of trust seemed to be diminishing.And I found myself lost in lonliness.period



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Thursday, October 20, 2011

Andy-Mandy: Mandy & the Doctor


Andy - Doctor, is my friend fine?
Doctor - Whats the problem with him Mr Andy?
Andy - Well doc ,he behaves strangely and weirdly in public places and eventually gets beaten up by people.
Doctor - Oh sad ! Let me check him.
Mandy - Hello Docyy

Doctor - Hi Mandy. Tell me what is this ? (shows certain things to him )

Mandy - Stupid .. its a doll.
Doctor - yes..perfect.. Now tell me what is this?
Mandy - Idiot..don't you know how a pen looks like.
Doctor - Amazing..Now I'm sure you might not be knowing this
Mandy - Oh God!! this is what generally people use when they have sex.
Doctor - Wow..you are simple incredible.. and now tell me who am I ?
Mandy - Ummm...hey wait..you are the Ramu the monkey which escaped from the zoo right.Let me call the zoo authorities right now...
Doctor - Whaat...are you crazy (runs away )
Mandy - hey don't run man...come back...runs behind the doctor


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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Andy-Mandy : Your place or My place


Andy and Mandy as usual roam in a shopping mall.Andy comes across a girl and opens a conversation with her.

Andy - (Hugs her) Hey baby! . Long time ...how are you sweety?
Girl - (hugs back) .I'm good..
Andy - So Your place or my place at Night.
Girl - (Shy) Offcourse your place .Last time it was my place ,so this time your place.

Mandy observes all this. He soon spots a girl and opens a conversation with her.
Mandy - Hey baby... how are you sweety?
Girl2- I'm good...thanks for asking.
Mandy - So my place or your place at Night.
Girl2-(gets vexed) How dare you ask such a question to a married woman ?. ( She slaps him back and a crowd gather) .

Every one starts beating Mandy and Andy comes to his rescue.
Andy- Why do everytime you have to do something weird and strange?
Mandy - I was just following you...
Andy - Following me...damn ..she is a married woman .
Mandy - How come you ask a girl 'your place or my place'
Andy - How Dumb! we were talking about Dinner man...
Mandy - (shocked)



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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Of Rice and Rotis



  
It really feels good coming back home. I’d been yearning to meet my folks and finally one day God heard me and I am back  home. So I was wondering  why do some people think that South Indians generally gorge on Rice and Sambhar. I’ve heard it several times from my friends who often say to me that “Bhai yeha rice nahi milne wali...abh kya hoga tera " **As If I can't live without Rice.

When did I say that I love Rice. See , I’m used to eating it because its been a part of our food .And to be honest I don’t think that every Southie  loves eating rice. To be frank I was tired of eating this but unfortunately I love it. It is our staple food like the Northies have their Roti’s. Unfortunately or Fortunately I’d been put up to North for over 1.5 years . When I left for the capital city ,my close comrades informed me that people there are very rude. Infact I find the opposite of what they used to tell me. They would say that Northies hate Southies. So as if I care. FYI I’m not even a Southie rather a fraud Southie. I have spend most of my life roaming across the streets of Mumbai and it is an integral part of my life where I was raised up. But it does matters where you belong. How  do I tell you how much I hate Noida and especially the food that was served to us at our office .Infact it is this sleep cycle of mine which almost ruined my health while I was in North. Third shift had given me ample of money in forms of Allowances but this was not good. Now that I’m back to General Shifts life seems to be good. So we were talking about Rice and Roti’s . I’ve had an equal dose of both since childhood.Our breakfasts generally featured 3 Rotis along with  some baaji’s. My sister and I would hate it but Mom would insist us to eat and her lectures would start if we didn’t ate. Rice would make you fat ...especially the starch in that would but Roti on the other hand would not but for some wierd reasons it doesn’t makes me feel good. When you are hungry and if given only Rotis then would mean something vague. Any food without Rice is incomplete for me. I remember my friends in NCR Region saying that Rotis give them strength and it makes them healthy. They used to take 2 spoons of Rice for their lunch and on the other hand we would take 10 big spoons. But they would also take 7 Rotis and we would take 2. 

So a healthy diet should comprise of all kind of food. Avoid junk food. It is not good for health..Why on Earth have I started advicing like a doctor. Is it because of having too many friends from that field. Any way stay safe. And  FYI I even miss Rajma ...offcourse I never touched it but people there would address me as ‘the guy who hates Rajma’ :D  Eat healthy and Stay healthy


A typical Sunday Brunch at our house. It consists of Rice ,Chicken Fry,Chicken gravy,Sambhar and Appalam(Papad).
 

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Friday, October 14, 2011

Dilemma 4

Dilemma 4
Read Dilemma 1, Dilemma 2 , Dilemma 3 

Girl, Boy

" I'm tired of telling you again and again that I'm not for you,"

"But I love you...like everytime I tell you,"

"But why don't you understand me..,"

"I do..and thats why I like you,"

"Love is like fire...and loving me is like playing with fire ..eventually you will burn yourself in this fire,"

"But loving you is not like playing with fire,"

"Oh GOD!"

"See..the one who embraces the fire and ready to burn for me is the one who gets me and the others are the one who play with it,"

"I'm ready to burn for you in this fire of love,"



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Monday, October 10, 2011

Dilemma - 3

Dilemma - 3
Check Dilemma - 1 & Dilemma -2

Boy ,Girl

"Sweety,how many times do I tell you that I am not the same,"

"Do I still have to believe you for the hurt you have caused. It hurts everytime I think of the same thing again and again,"
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"Why don't you trust me?,"

"Its easy to trust anyone and moreover its easy to hurt anyone.I've been badly hurt by you. Do you still want me to believe you?"

"Forgive me ..How do I tell you that how much I love you?. My love for you is beyond boundaries. I can tell you that the more you stayed away from me,the more I missed you. Birds of the same feathers should always flock together. We both are meant to be together,"

"Why do you have to impress me with such words and statements?. My heart is vulnerable.For me love is a powerful word and for you love is just like a 'hi-hello'. I'm already nursing my broken heart"

"My love for you is true . I love you....Please come back to me no,"

"No..I don't love you...I love my freedom ,"

"I will give you all the freedom Sweety,"

"But .."

"No but...Common lets talk over a coffee..,"

They both leave for the coffee shop

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