Sunday, November 30, 2014

Life is unpredictable!

This was a guest post for Sushmita  from - Welcome to my confused world on occasion of her 100th blog post celebrations.  You can find the guest post here - Life is unpredictable

It was a challenging night for me. An omnipresent feeling, a feeling of dissatisfaction constantly haunted me every single night. I bestirred myself with great difficulty after the alarm bloomed violently several times. All my attempts to shut it seemed futile and eventually I had to silence it. I sat on the bed, my legs sprawled. I looked at the wall clock as it struck 7 in the morning.  The crooning birds, eloquent early morning sky, winter reinstated the halcyon days of my life, just that sudden spells of melancholy dissolved the restored happiness at times. I performed my daily morning chores of brushing, showering and breakfast. I sat on the dining table that hosted a platter containing boiled eggs and brown bread.  I carefully consumed it and neatly washed the plate. Tears rolled down copiously on my cheeks as I reminisced the good old days with Anushka.  It was 8 AM. Anushka, the comely, elegant, gorgeous, beloved wife. My dalliance with her was short lived, though we vowed to live together for a lifetime.  Our love was nipped in the bud, actually in its incipient phase. Some say don't think too much about life.  I just did the opposite of what they said. A plethora of happiness and joy with my beloved is what I demanded from Almighty. Isn't Joy and Happiness a quintessential element for leading an amazing life? He proved me wrong and snatched my love away from me. She had an intensely mellifluous voice. I would listen to her for hours! I completed my days work and returned back to home. I had nothing to do apart from listening to the subordinates concerns and meetings with the Israeli delegates. It was my task to grill up the team for the upcoming InfoSec audit. It was 7 PM as I started back for home. I started the ignition and moved my car out of the parking area. 

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How could I forget that day? The ghosts of past still haunts me. It was a fine day - an important day for Anushka! She was at Guangzhou, China for an economic conclave.  It was tipped to be an assemblage of great economists across the globe. Anushka was to be honored in front of a large gathering! It was indeed a proud moment for both of us. She always made me proud. Few important business meetings made me busy and I couldn’t accompany her for the trip. She desperately wanted me go with her but she also knew of my plight. I was busy at London for an important business meeting while Anushka was at Guangzhou for the conference. An important news shattered me as I browsed through the news channels. I stood there speechless, not knowing what to do and how to react! An Earthquake of magnitude 7.4 on Richter scale gulped Anushka and 1200 others in China. Guangzhou was the epicenter of the earthquake.  Incessant honks got me out of the reverie. I shut my eyes for a brief period of time till the traffic signal light showed Red. Those were the best days of my life. Past days were indeed glorious with Anushka around me. Sometimes I wish I had a time machine so that I could time travel back to those days and prevent Anushka from travelling to Guangzhou. It was becoming hard for me to convince myself that Anushka had now become God’s favourite. But sadly I had to accept the reality. They say live in present and embrace what life gives but my life was inclined to my past. I embraced my past and Anushka was someone I loved more than anyone. She was my first love! Imagine the intensity of my love for her. I opened my eyes and looked around and observed a taxi in which a young man was voraciously kissing a young girl of his age - his girlfriend, probably! They both were completely charged up and making merry at the Saki Naka Junction. And I was stationed there in the heavy traffic, cursing Almighty!

I jabbed my lips against hers as she came closer to me. Unmindful and   unaware of people watching us, we voraciously kissed each other as if there was no tomorrow. The taxi driver could have found it difficult to concentrate on his driving. The sluggish traffic motivated us further. She dominated me – she ran her fingers inside my tee as the Taxi driver peeped at us from the front mirror.  He surely must have been riding a boner, I thought as I played with her lips. The traffic didn’t show any movement!
“Anushka!” I whispered.
“What babe?”
“Go slow!” I replied quickly.
 My eyes aimlessly strolled around as she went low. I ruffled her hair as she went deep further.                                                                                

Over dozen pair of eyes were glued on us as we made merry inside the Taxi.  The Saki Naka Traffic still didn't show any sign of movement. “I love you, babe!” I said.
“Me too!” she got up for once and said, looking straight into my eyes.
“Promise me you won’t leave me,” she said, smiling at me.
I ruffled her hair, slowly moving my fingers across her nape and said, “You don’t have to have that sort of question in your mind when you already  know my answer.”

She smiled at me.

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“I love you and I will never leave you!” I said and planted a kiss on her cheeks.
Life is a bitch. It fucks us so severely that we are left confused at times and at the crossroads of life , you are left wondering what future has in stores for us.  She rested her head on my shoulder as we waited for the travel signal to turn green. I looked around and saw a gentleman in a red Audi A6. He was emotionally taken back. He closed his eyes and tears streamed down his cheeks.  We both looked at him and confirmed that life was indeed a bitch! It fucks all, leaves no one, and rips everyone apart!
“Will you talk to Papa about our relationship?” Anushka asked.
“I want to. I seriously want to tell him how much I adore you.”
“My love for you is genuine and seriously I can’t think of a life without you after being in this relationship for 5 years. “ I added.
“Yes, I mean each and every word of it.”
“Yes, I endorse your thoughts and we will get married,” she said, “and we will have two beautiful kids.”
“And both of them will look pretty like you, Anushka,” I said and smiled at her.
“Shh! One will be like Papa and one will be like Momma!” she added.
She cleared her throat and said, “Both our kids would be a deadly combination of beauty and brains.”

I could see a glimpse of innocence on her face. I was still not sure if her family would embrace me. I had umpteen unanswered questions still running in my mind. For my heart was fragile to accept defeat.  And I never wanted to fall out of love after falling in for my lady love.  If I would wish something at this moment, then I would wish for a life full of togetherness with Anushka. I saw a twinkle on her eyes and I got the strength to face her family and convince them that Anushka would be happy with me.
“I love you, baby!”
The indicator on the Saki Naka Traffic signal eventually turned green. The Traffic Police waved his hands and gestured us to move. He helped in channelizing the traffic. The gentleman in the Audi seemed fine now and he too started his car.

A BEST   bus on the Andheri – Ghatkopar road lost control. All the attempts of the Traffic Police to control the traffic seemed ineffective. The Bus carrying around 40 passengers rammed into few vehicles and crashed them.
“News coming up – A bus collision kills 12 at the Saki Naka junction.” The Times Now news reporter said.
“Bus loses momentum and jams an Audi and a Taxi along with a few pedestrians.” Another news channel said.

Yes, Life is a bitch! Life is uncertain and unpredictable for you never know what happens next.  
Karma! Never think about your past for bygone days won’t come back. Avoid thinking too much about future for you don’t know what future has for you.  Life is like a roller coaster ride, you might be having fun today and when difficult days arrive then you might fall down drastically and flounder like a fish on the floor. So don’t think too much about past and future, live in the present and that’s the best present you could give for yourself. I reiterate – Life is unpredictable. It is a bitch! It fucks all, rips everyone apart!


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Love Revisited!

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It was a fine Saturday evening.  Juhi was waiting for me at our favorite Hangout   place - the RCity Mall. We had spend the awesome days of our life at that place. It accidentally happens to be the venue when we met for the first time. Life, my friend is a fairy tale and sometimes all the characters play an important role. She was an angel with a magic wand who had the ability to change things upside down.  Last few weeks at work was disastrous. At times,working in a long term project could be a big pain. Having royally screwed by boss, I would only spend several hours at work and what I actually could give Juhi was zilch! But for her, I  was everything. This gap had proved to be a crucial one. It had made me think how life would be without her. I had spend the best days of my life with her in this  5 years relationship. But she was my pain killer, my paracetamol - who snatched all my pains even if there was none! Such was the magic and charm that this girl possessed. Some say that the best things in life is finding someone who knows   everything about you - your weaknesses, mistakes and still thinks high of you. I had found that awesome soul in form of my beloved Juhi. Today, my heart pumped a bit faster when she called me and informed me that we need to talk. Girls usually never say this but if they ever said then it would be  like a lull after a storm. I zig-zagged my bike towards the LBS marg. She was waiting for me at the Bowling Arena. It was where we spend most of our good old days. She was just 19 when I met her. And things changed rapidly since then. I raced my bike through the sodden road. All these while , I  had been busy engrossed in my work. Work had never let me sleep peacefully since past few months.

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I finally reached the RCity Mall. I quickly parked my bike in the parking and rushed to the fourth floor. She was waiting outside the Bowling Arena. My lips curved to a pleasant smile as I confronted her again after 2 months.
She looked ashen.  “Hey, finally!” I said, “How are you?”
“Yes, Finally!”
“How are you? Why do you sound so low?” I asked, curiously.
“What’s wrong, Juhi?”
“Nothing is wrong; everything that is happening is awesome,” she said.
“Stop talking in riddles!”
“Karan, we need to talk.”

“Talk about what?” I curiously asked her. Her eyes had turned moist as she looked at me.
“About this relationship,” she said. Her words flashed in my ears. The moment that I feared  the most was about to happen.
It’s a natural tendency that we as human fret when someone close to us talks about leaving us. Newton had rightly said that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The principle applies to life too.
“I’m tired of this one sided bond.”  She said, “I’m tired of stitching the torn rags of this relationship and I no longer have the strength to face disappointments.”
Her eyes welled into tears.

“I want to finish it for once,”  she said.
“Juhi,I'm not surprised about you talking all this. Any girl in your place would feel so.” I said.
I looked straight into her eyes, wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks and said, “Now I have all the  time in the world to give you and I won’t disappoint you.”

"Don't tell me something that you don't mean." she retorted.

"I do mean each and every word of what I uttered." 
I wrapped my arms around her shoulder and said, “I love you and don’t you talk about leaving me.”
She rested her head on my shoulder and said, “Promise?”
I held her hand, gently touched her arms and said, “Yes!”
We sat on the chair and observed the boisterous teenage boys bowling on the track.
“Sir, you can take the third track,” the manager said to me.

“Karan, I will go first,” she said and snatched the ball from me. As she stood there, I saw a twinkle on her face. I was not used to see tears invading her eyes. Never again I wanted to see tears on her eyes. I touched her hands as she gripped the ball.  This touch reinstated the young days. We did the same on our first date here. That was five years back! She had won that day!

She had never changed but today she made my heart pound! Yes, I loved her, loved her more than anyone would ever love her. Such was the magic of my love for Juhi. As I held my other hand on her hips, we swinged  our  right hand and released the ball. The ball sailed slowly on the track and it was a clean strike.

She leaped forward on me and hugged me. A fine dinner at the Rain Forest Restaurant awaited us. It rekindled the old love. Talks of disappointments and leaving transformed into happiness. Halcyon days were back and we both were destined to be together. I love you Juhi!


Love is an amazing feeling. Everyone falls in love but sometimes when we fall out of love, it hurts! That eventually turns out to be a bad phase. Check out this video of Nimrat and Parambrata and how a small touch rekindled the old love in their life just like Juhi and Karan of our story . :) 

A Quality Analyst by day and a dynamic blogger by night, Ste is an out-of-the-Box thinker whose thinking cap is never on the resting mode. The real feather on his thinking cap is his creativity which you can see in all his works, be it short stories, poems or sketches. He is a very big fan of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Most of his short stories are inspired from real life and things that fascinates him. His blog "The Solitary Writer" is a central repository of his entire creative spear." Did you like this post? Get The Solitary Writers updates via Facebook or Twitter, better yet, subscribe to it via RSS Feed. It’s easy, and free!Also you can discuss in the Forum. Comments are just another way to let me know how you feel.Don't forget to comment.

Monday, November 17, 2014

A good Sanitation - need of the hour

Toilet for Babli - An initiative by Domex -

A lot has been said about cleanliness and hygiene in our country. India is stepping towards a bright future. Having said that we have set our foot in Mars and we are racing towards glory, we also need to highlight and talk about certain issues that surely might be trivial for some sect of people but important and significant for many. India is predominantly a developing country and every developing nation has its own problems and issues that they need to cope up with. Hygiene is directly proportional to health of an individual. A larger group of people in our country live below the poverty line. Slums and different settlements along the road sides make these people go merry! But one thing here! We need to focus on several issues that affect such people. Personal hygiene is essential for a healthy living. Defecating in open is something not amusing! Why do people go and relieve near the railway tracks and open areas? Something to think about? Huh?!
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That's because they don't have access to quality living and lack of hygiene amenities are the reasons that attribute to poor health quality. They need to be given adequate facilities. Defecating in open is okay for men. I've seen men defecating near railway tracks, grinning and flaunting, like a shameless! Just like the Train passengers are some audience of a PVR and the defecators are ShahRukh’s! Some see it as an affront to personal dignity. It doesn't seems nice to talk all this but we need to ponder over many things. Have you ever thought about women?  Women are the most impacted because of the lack of sanitation facilities in our country. A toilet for women should be a mandate in every village. A woman should be respected and treated well. Sometimes they face major health issues and sometimes it just embarrasses them. There are various ill effects of unhygienic practices. Over 597 million people in India practice open defecation. This is the highest for any nation and with we shouldn’t be proud of such a statistic. Lack of sanitation is a major cause of illness in poor people living in substandard conditions. They are vulnerable to diseases such as diarrhea, intestinal infections, typhoid, cholera etc. We should pay heed to this. It is said that Open defecation is the primary reason for most diarrhea deaths in our nation. So naturally to silence this killer, efforts and appropriate actions should be taken from the root level. I know a girl called Babli who too faces similar issues. She is young and talented. Our honorable Prime Minister Shri Narendra Modi in a Children’s day interaction session with few kids, stated that he plans to build toilets for girls. That’s a kind gesture, Mr. Prime Minister and perhaps that’s the need of the hour. Let’s build a toilet for Babli and many Babli’s in our country who are living under extremely impoverished conditions.  This calls for an action.  By chipping in small steps we can make our country clean and healthy. The Toilet for Babli campaign is in search of a good hope, hygiene and good health.

Lets support Domex that has come up with this initiative of 'Toilet for Babli' to help Babli and several other Babli's in India. It is turning out to be a long term solution  to provide sanitation that benefits people from rural areas. It has established a Toilet Academy that makes toilets accessible and affordable. They have been brand ambassadors  of sanitation and they have working to building  toilets in  rural areas. Lets put an end to open defecation. Lets do our bit to make our India clean!

 You can bring about the change in the lives of millions of kids, thereby showing your support for the Domex Initiative. All you need to do is “click” on the “Contribute Tab” on and Domex will contribute Rs.5 on your behalf to eradicate open defecation, thereby helping kids like Babli live a dignified life.
A Quality Analyst by day and a dynamic blogger by night, Ste is an out-of-the-Box thinker whose thinking cap is never on the resting mode. The real feather on his thinking cap is his creativity which you can see in all his works, be it short stories, poems or sketches. He is a very big fan of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Most of his short stories are inspired from real life and things that fascinates him. His blog "The Solitary Writer" is a central repository of his entire creative spear." Did you like this post? Get The Solitary Writers updates via Facebook or Twitter, better yet, subscribe to it via RSS Feed. It’s easy, and free!Also you can discuss in the Forum. Comments are just another way to let me know how you feel.Don't forget to comment.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Unforgettable Childhood days!

Unforgettable Childhood days!

“Mommy, see I made it,” I came running out of my room. I was just 5 . I had a white paper on one hand and Natraj pencil on the other.
“Momma, see I drew Chachin.”

“Aww, baby!”  She, said, feeding me a parle G biscuit and moved back to watching Shanti on Doordarshan.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Sunday, November 02, 2014

God is a Gamer - Book Review

Title: God Is A Gamer
Author: Ravi Subramanian
Genre: Thriller/Fiction
Number of pages: 324
Publisher: Penguin Books India
ISBN-10: 0143421395

ISBN-13: 978-0143421399

Review  - #NotASpoiler

'God is a Gamer' is the latest offering from Ravi Subramanian, the Numero Uno Thriller writer of India. As far as the book is concerned, I would like to say that the writer has not disappointed me.

The Story revolves around the lives of different individuals around different locations - Washington DC, New York, Mumbai, Delhi, Goa etc. Based out of multiple locations are multiple individuals who form the basic skeleton of the book. This book boasts of numerous characters that appear for a short duration but have completely fulfilled their task. The writer has not only made the characters connect with the readers but also ensured that the reader doesn't get bored. There are surprising elements and twists every now and then. The story sails just like a ship on the Atlantic Ocean - Calm and Composed. Lol on your couch, grab a bowl of pop corns and read this book! At one point, when the prime ministers  warns the Finance Minister   not to recommend his favorites for the post of RBI Governor and at some point of time there is an assassination of a  US senator who also happens to be a close aide of the President. At other side, the story exposes a drug scandal at Goa which introduces the union of two prime protagonists - Varun and Tanya, whose love affair gets steamy as the story progresses. The good thing about the writer is that he has tried his best to educate the readers about different concepts and terminologies. This book is endorsed as the 'first Bitcoin thriller'. Many of us like me must have left wondering - what the heck is this Bitcoin? Not to worry! Ravi Subramanian has gone miles and even cared to explain Bitcoins.