Monday, January 30, 2012

Love & Lies 1

Disclaimer - All characters are fictitious . All images have been taken from Google Images.
'Please, Please Anki...Please..Please,' I pleaded.
'No means no...Stop nagging me Rahul,' Ankita said with a straight face.Ankita Sharma was my childhood friend.She was the one who recognized the hidden talent in me  in form of Singing.For me, she is my best friend.

'Please..Please introduce that girl to me naa,' I started again.
'Oh God! which girl stupid?,' She was agitated and irritated by my gestures.

'Afreen..' I replied.
'Afreen Shaikh..the one in your Facebook friends list..,' I continued.

'Mr. Rahul Meher ..not again..please forgot that..I am not going to help you with this,' She refused for once and went back to paper correction.She worked as a Secondary school teacher in Kendriya Vidyalay .I was doing my final year  Engineering from KJ Somaiya Institute of Technology.

'Please stop stalking her for God sake..this ain't good bro..,' She said with a straight face.

'Stop calling me parents never told me that I had one more sister..,' I grinned.

I lived in Mumbai since my Junior college days and  for me the 'city of dreams' has been an integral part of my life.I have had all the special  memorable moments of my life in this city with my best buddies. My parents along with my little sister Priyanka lived in Delhi.The one person whom I missed badly has to be Pri. Pri,my little angel is one of the most precious asset.I have always been a responsible and a caring brother to this pretty girl called Priyanka Meher.She is the princess of our house and everyone in my family adores her.

' I am seriously going to call you Bhaiyya... and I am not going to help you in this,' She said for once.

'Oh! you are such a sinister and you call yourself my best friend huh..,' I banged the door and left.

Ankita is amongst few of those persons in my life whom I admire. Ankita who was born to a Scientist dad and an Engineer Mother decided to take Education as a part of her career.I always used to tell her that she could be some Astronaut or some famous scientist.But she would simple ignore all my suggestions just because she wanted to live her life the way she wants. She loved little kids and she had been associated with  an NGO called 'Make a Difference' which aims at educating poor and needy kids. She would be teaching kids and help them in solving Algebra,Geometry and Science as she was good in those subjects.

Ten minutes later I'd received a phone call from Ankita.
'Hello, I don't want to talk to you,' I said to her.
'Hey ,Hey boy!! I want to tell you that she is actually a reserved girl yaar..Please understand Rahul,' She said.

'So..' I replied.
'So..she won't add you or she won't be interested in knowing you. I do not want to see you get are my best buddy..and you know how much you mean to me ..,' She was getting emotional.

'Oh..sorry ..I understand Anki..don't worry I won't  let you down..but I seriously want to be friends with her..,' I said .

'Oh OK your wish..I am not going to help you..Good luck..,' She said and cut the phone. I sometimes fail to understand girls. All my attempts to understand them have been futile.

I soon left back for my room at Andheri . Ankita lived at Borivali. I boarded the Churgate slow local.I traveled all the way from Andheri to VidyaVihar for my college.

'Forget her Rahul..She  would be lucky if she gets you which I am skeptical,' I received a text message from Ankita after an hour where she was being pessimistic.

'Huh! you know what when you remove a dogs tail from a bottle after 12 years...even after 12 years it would never get straight...I hope you get it ;)' I texted her back.

'And you are that dog Mr.Meher...bow bow :P :P  and your tail can never get straight Haha Rahul :P :P ' She  texted back after 5 minutes.

' X-( I hate you ..stupid,' I sms'ed her and by then my phone battery was almost empty.

I switched on my Dell Inspiron and logged into '' . I checked for the 119 notifications and 13 unread mails. I unfortunately happened to like a girls profile picture and  later on I regret liking her picture for those notifications which flooded  my account.

'Shishir Mahajan  commented on Nishika Arora's Photo,' one of the notification read.

'What the Fuck!! How is it going to matter me ...I don't even know this Shishir guy, ' I said to myself.

I opened Ankita's Facebook profile and quickly searched for Afreen Shaikh.

I sometimes fail to understand why girls enable privacy setting for their profile.I investigated her profile and found that we had 3 common friends.The other 2 girls were Ankita's room mates whom I befriended.

She was looking good.She was simple and for a moment I thought that she was an innocent girl.She was wearing an Indian attire.I soon clicked on the 'Add as a friend'  button.

'Hey there..I  think we have met before..were you from St.Lawrence High School,' I added her as a friend by writing this note. I thought that Afreen could be Ankita's school friend and I knew that Ankita completed her secondary education from 'St.Lawrence High School'. How shameful could one get when it came to meeting girls in Facebook especially the ones with pretty profile pictures. I was  98% sure that Afreen would not add me back as a friend but I also believed that luck factor has always played an important role in my life.So I thought that the 2% would favor my luck.But to be honest I was hoping against hopes.

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Friday, January 27, 2012

5 Glorious years for The Solitary Writer

 Time flies. This blog was born out of an experiment.May be a careless 2nd year Engineering students tryst with writing gave birth to TSW. Initial days were quite non productive in the blog perspective.The first post came in December.During those times, days were hectic.Submission pressure and marks were few factors which would bother me much. For once I started writing and it was never looking back. never knew I would reach this milestone one day. I hardly have over 300 posts and this itself is a big milestone. I don't know how to thank my readers. Thanks a lot readers,followers,fans and friends for being kind and generous enough to mark your presence here. This has always invoked a smile in my face. I would love to tell you that may be these days I am not regular in blogging but definitely I would miss you all. 

This place has been full of fiction tales,non fictions,random ramblings,poetries and art works. I thank each and everyone for those valuable comments which provide me inputs  about improvements and appreciations.I am planning to post few of my incomplete tales.I have enjoyed being in this space.I cannot cease to thank you guys. Some people mark their presence wherever they tread and you are those.Thank you guys

On  1/27/2007 ,I started this blog and today its 1/27/2012 and its been a never ending journey. Thanks for enlightening this place with your presence.Yuppie! Its finally 5 glorious years for the Solitary Writer

- Love 
   The Solitary Writer.

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Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Party Cycle

Party Cycle!!

 Its quite annoying at times when people  especially friends pester you numerous times to throw a party.Earlier days we would celebrate different occasions with friends and family by partying with  them. Party culture in today's generation different things . A friend called me the other day and asked me if we could party together and I asked him the reason and I was speechless.He was bored and wanted to party with me.That was quite lame but sometimes we can't really help.

Party Cycle

1.When you were born,everyone asked your dad for a party.

2.When you gradually started walking and talking ,there was scope for another party.

3.One more party when you started writing.

4.Another party when you started going to school.

5.A genuine party when you started scoring good marks. All these days your parents were under the axe and it was their sole responsibility.

6.When you entered college,cousins and school friends irk you

7.Again exams,entrance exams,degree college days etc and series of party.

8.Now after you pass university exams, a big party.

9.Sometimes when you flunk unfortunately, its time to share some sorrow.So that would be a booze party.(trust me i was involved in one such party :D )

10.All these while we forgot to mention the birthday party.

11.When you get into job,another party awaits.

12.When you get married ,one more party.

13. When you become a daddy/mommy have to throw a big  party .

14. Repeat Points 1 until 13.

Suresh - Bhai, that girl spoke to me!
Ramesh - Oh which chick man?
Suresh - that beautiful girl from Class D
Ramesh - Natasha?
Suresh - I proposed her...
Ramesh - then ..
Suresh - She accepted and now she is my girlfriend.
Ramesh - Oh then you need to throw me a party .

And there may be several other special occasions where we need to celebrate .But sometimes I feel that it is good to party and enjoy life but sometimes too much of partying is bad.So be responsible and good to others.Enjoy life and do well in life!. See ya!

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Saturday, January 07, 2012

One Night Stand on a New Year Night - 4 (1/1/2012)

One Night Stand Post actually marks my blogging activities every year.My blogging year starts with the ONS posts.
Read the previous parts,
and now I present you 1/1/2012 - ONS - The Man & his changed girl

Monday ->Piyali.
Thursday ->Marissa
Caste no bar.Even he didn't care for any religion or community.He changed girls like clothes.He slept with different girls every night.Girls easily fell prey to him.He was not less than a big flirt.He never followed the concept of marriage.He refused to accept and respect Indian culture and traditions.He never cared for any one .But there was some one who loved him.She was a pretty looking Indian girl.She only knew the good side of him. He was a rude and ill mannered person.

"Where are we going?" the girl asked him.
"To heaven," he said.

"Am gonna take you to a special place tonight," he added.
"Oh is it dear!," she said

It was a brand new year and he took her to a hotel far away from the main city.She left her parents just for him.She was about to elope with him.
He held her close to his body.He caressed her hairs and started kissing her nape voraciously.It was a dark night and the place seemed to be deserted as most of the people were busy enjoying the New Year.He grabbed her firmly and made love with her.
The morning sun shone brightly and brilliantly through the bedroom window. He got up and smiled at her.

'Thanks for the night babe,' He said.
She smiled back at him.

'So did you like it?,' He curiously asked her.

'Yes, I loved it,' She blushed.

'It was my first sex after my gender sex change operation and I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it,' She smiled.

He was bewildered and could not accept the fact that he actually slept with a shemale.

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