Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Sacred Bond - Part 1



Chennai Airport – 6.30 pm.

It was busy time of the day and the Airport looked lively as usual. Large number of people with the baggage in tow, some were standing in the ticket counter line, some proceeding towards different numbered gates. Children were running here and there. Neatly dressed women and men answering the queries of the passengers, issuing the board passes.

There she stood. Sia, waiting for her best friend Saatvik. She was wearing a maroon coloured silk sari with Platinum necklace and earrings. She was looking very beautiful like a newlywed bride. Her flight was on time and as usual Saatvik was late. She quickly checked her mobile if she had got any miss calls. Her husband Shiva who works in an IT MNC had called her thrice. Sia called him and told him that she has reached safely and she is surely going to miss him in the ceremony. It was only a year for her marriage but it was like that they both knew each other from long time. He did not accompany her to Chennai as he had an important conference to attend. 

After the phone call, she became restless and famished. She went straight to the Cafe lounge. She told the person, “one cappuccino”. No make it two; a stern voice came from behind. She turned back and there he was standing behind her and smiling. He was wearing blue denim with white shirt and looked handsome as usual. They hugged each other and Sia was in tears. They were meeting after one long year. They were not used to such long gaps between the meetings. Now that they lived in different cities, it was getting tougher to meet on a frequent basis. Finally the day had come in the form of Ashwath's thread ceremony. Ashwath was Saatvik and Sonakshi's son.

Saatvik's place was one hour drive from the Airport. He was working in Mumbai and many other metros before marriage. Now he got a transfer to Chennai. His house was well built and the flower garden in front of the house made the house look very beautiful.

Ashwath was playing sea saw with his friends in the garden. He came running looking at Sia.

Hey Ashu, How are you my boy? You have grown so big. He was very delicate. He looked very much like Saatvik. Sonakshi was very happy to see Sia. They chatted for a long time. Both of them got well like house on fire. 

Monday, July 23, 2012

Peek at Mumbai life..................


First love , those long waits,

This city has got its own trait,

Never the people gets tired

In fraction of second, large dreadful bombs get fired

Dance bars and night life

Twinkling cars and bravery thrive

locals so crowded, never on time

Still, Spirits of people always shine

Roads see saw in monsoon

Paupers become rich so soon

Smoky and foggy in the morning, busy streets with magic spells around

Click the scene and frame it, picture so perfect and sound

Come to Mumbai dear

Shed no tears, please cheer

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Lost and Found Myself..............


There is no pain, I threw it out of the window,

I have lost everything

I trust myself as I walk alone in the meadow

I cried out, to my lord

show me the path

Never did I thought this will be the case

My hope that everything will fall in place

tightly gripped me and I tried to forget the past

nobody can let me down at any cost

Started a journey with a clean slate

beautiful things I want to collect, know to enjoy and not hate

I am reborn and this is my new life

I want to live, I want to laugh, I want to fall in love and not just survive

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Unspoken words with Intense gaze.................


Vindhya was sipping hot cup of coffee on her desk. She was reading a quarterly report of her company. As she finished, she glanced at the debt market desk opposite to her. She cannot see him. She was yearning and longing for his eyes, innocuous smile and seductive charm. She was searching for those eyes since one week. It had been a long wait though.

Vindhya was an introvert, shy, pretty young lady. She dressed up in a traditional style with Kurti and salwar with nicely braided long hair. She had a finance masters in hand and was working as an Analyst in a financial services firm. Her co workers liked her not only because of the way she looked but also the way she spoke, behaved and her whole nature. She was a quick learner and efficient at work.

Ameesh was a Debt market dealer in the same company. He was a reserved person and never mixed with people around. He had a fixed set of 3-4 friends whom he used to hang out with.

It had been six months. Vindhya and Ameesh were attracted to each other but never ever tried to share their feelings with each other. She used to see him and he used to reciprocate her by looking at her. There had been times when both of them were alone in the library but Ameesh never tried to speak to her nor Vindhya volunteered but the gaze itself was speaking a lot.

Vindhya wondered why Ameesh never made an effort to know her name and her details.
When Vindhya controlled herself and looked him from the corner of her eyes, she could see Ameesh gazing at her and smiling at her.

She tried to find his name and details. She got his credentials in the linkedIn, professional networking site. She quickly sent a request to connect to his network. She waited to get an acceptance from his side but it did not work. She overlooked his gaze and tried to concentrate on her own work as she was not interested to get into a relationship. She had a bad breakup with her ex boyfriend and as her parents were looking for her marriage, she dismissed these thoughts. But she was desperate to know his feelings or what he thought about her?

There was a cultural night in the company. Company had organized for a Music band show. Show had begun and the singer started with the romantic track sung by Abhijeet Sawant – “Lafzon mein keh na sakun, Bin keh bi reh na sakun, “Knowingly or unknowingly Singer touched the hearts of two lives – Vindhya and Ameesh. They were lost into each other and spoke a lot by giving an intense look towards each other.

Days passed.....

Now it had been one long week and he still not have turned at the workplace. What happened to him? Has he quit? Or maybe he was on leave. The wait made her impatient. Though she was a headstrong and obstinate person, she couldn’t resist thinking about him.

“Speak softly, but not as soft that I cannot listen
 Say something that your intense gaze has got a reason”

(This story depicts how two hearts have been connected through the eyes. And also this is the perfect example of the challenges faced by not communicating the emotions and feelings. Agreed, Love doesn’t need a language and it has got its own. But the feelings should be conveyed before it gets late as unspoken love loses its value. So speak out, convey and reciprocate your love. Only you will face rejection but at least you have made an effort to know other person’s mind. Of course, You don’t have to be another Vindhya waiting for someone to turn back)

Thursday, July 5, 2012

My Best friends Murder on Christmas Eve..



26th December.

One day after Christmas. Weather was chilly yet balmy. This time I should be hanging out with my friends and shopping for New Year. But, I stood behind the bars and was waiting for someone who could bail me out of this situation. I was arrested for my best friend Navya’s murder. I couldn’t imagine that I lost my dearest one but why am I accused and deemed as culprit. All of a sudden, the thoughts of 25th December‘s evening flashed at me.

24th December.

People were busy in the streets for Christmas shopping. Children enjoying their holidays were busy in the decoration of the Christmas tree and waiting for the Santa Claus to appear and offer them basket full of presents. Whole city had a festive air.

Navya and I were very close friends right from school days. We used to hang out together and spend our spare time doing painting, singing and dancing. Navya was shrewd, good mannered, down to earth young lady. Although she was from a wealthy family, small things made her happy. She liked to ride horses, climb mountains, sing songs, play keyboard. Her hobbies were never ending. She was like a sister I never had.

She was born on the Christmas day. As she was attaining 18, she decided to throw a ball at her plush 3 storied bungalow. She invited all our college friends, teachers and some of her close relatives. We all were busy shopping for her special occasion since one month. She was very particular about her clothes, accessories and shoes. Shopping with her was indeed an uphill task. I spent most of the nights at her place as we were organizing the party and I was preparing the checklist for the same. We had to invite each one in the list, had to arrange flowers, garden cakes, fruits, gifts, wines, music band and arrange for dinner.

25th December

It was 7.00 a.m. in the morning. We both were sipping our hot green tea and going through our checklist to see if everything was in order. She hugged me and thanked for everything I did for her.

With three quarter hours still to go before the party began, I inspected the grounds and house. Navya was dressed in long white gown, the color which showed vision of purity with colorful beads and flowers decorated in it. She was wearing a diamond necklace and earrings gifted by her parents. Her hair was let loose and rose in her hair made her look like a princess. I decided to dress in our traditional Indian style. I was wearing a colorful Patiala and green kurti with matching accessories.

With shining hazel eyes, birthday girl looked very happy and pretty. None of us were aware that she was dressing up for her death and last day of her life.

Party Time

Crowds started ushering in. It grew by the minute. The guests raved about the delicious food, the decorations, the flowers, the gardens, the house, and the delicious food. Girls giggled with equal measure of happiness and enthusiasm. Everyone in the group were more delighted, more elated and thought that they would have a night to remember. And they definitely had it.

26th December - 12.00 a.m.

Police came in as soon as they heard that Navya has been murdered. They asked people to wait outside the room and closely examined the body. They wanted the advice from Coroner. Immediately coroner was present and investigated the body. A lanky Inspector entered to question the people present on the party. Colonel Roger also joined in to provide help on this case. He was a man of few words. He had a long black moustache and jet black hair. He along with the inspector started the investigation. After the investigation, they started a tour on the bungalow. As they were checking the party room, they were startled seeing something. Their eyes were transfixed. There was a plate lying on a table which has half cut apple with knife in it. The plate was placed at the table adjacent to the kitchen room where her body was lying. Her throat was slit. On Navya’s bedroom, there was a doll which was lookalike of Navya. It was gifted by her brother. The doll had a dagger inserted on her stomach. In front of the doll was my chain lying and my green ribbon was tied on her hand. I was astonished seeing that scene. What was my chain and ribbon doing over there? Why was I targeted?

After several rounds of questions thrown on the spectators, my turn had come. I was deeply alarmed that time. I couldn’t stop crying for what I saw. I couldn’t imagine my best friend was killed on her birthday. Who had thought that her birthday would be her death day? The colonel comforted me and started asking many questions. I told them that she was like my sister and why would I kill her? They asked me to throw the light on the entire sequence of the evening party. I exclaimed:

  • ·        People came in dressed to the nines and coasting towards delight.
  • ·        First there was cutting of the cake and the music show by one of the leading band.
  • ·        Then began fireworks outside the bungalow marking the celebration of Navya’s birthday.

  • ·    Guests were served with delicious cuisines. People were chatting and laughing while having meal. Navya went to the kitchen room to keep a close watch on everything. Meanwhile , somewhere between the dancing and fireworks, there was a loud scream, Lights went off, and people were running here and there as they were scared. Within fraction of a second, lights were turned on and before we could react, there she was lying in the kitchen room with her hands tied and throat slit.



Because of the Chain and ribbon which was associated to me, I was accused and people gave the false statement against me. Some told that I was her best friend and as I was an orphan, I envied her position and tried to kill her. Some told that I was behind her money. Some were reckless and gave the statement that I was mentally retarded. For one week, I was in a soup and complete mess. I tried to convince the officers on duty but none of them believed me.

Police and Colonel suspected three motives for this murder:

1.      Money
2.      Animosity
3.      Jealousy

27th January

After one month, Police identified the exact culprit and truth was revealed.

Navya was killed by Maya. She was our classmate. She was very strange and acted like psycho at times. She couldn’t tolerate our friendship and always tried to make discomfort between us. She hated us and wanted to separate us and tried her best to ruin our relationship. Our closeness bothered her.

On 25th evening, when the lights went off, she killed Navya and placed the knife on that table. When police were busy investigating and asked to wait everyone, she went to Navya’s bedroom with her dagger and finished the job by inserting the knife on that doll. Thus, the doll with the dagger, chain and ribbon proved alibi in this case. After detailed conclusion and the evidence which showed Maya as a murderer, she was sentenced for 5 years imprisonment. Maya had three devils in her mind – Animosity, Jealousy and greed. I was relieved. Somewhere I thought it was she who helped me and bailed me from this crisis. I saw up in the sky and thanked her. 

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Love Lost Forever.........

You were my passion and love

I thought in your heart, I had a stake

Your pride, I dont know how

bit me like a poisonous snake

You fought with me, tried to cheat me, and

never could I escape from all this riot band

Like an arrow, your rudeness hit me

you will never know how you treated me

I cried, oh I cried, that whole evening

I tried but hardly could I understand the meaning

I wandered lonely in the road

she came alone and there was no crowd

There was a verse

though it was terse

hearing those, I was torn into pieces

Curse it was and I took the name of jesus

I couldnt touch the paradise

and never I could rise

I screamed, I dont need you

There may be people for you

Died my passion all the way

as your emotions never did sway





(This post is part of Write up cafe contest - 10 words to the poetry and short stories)

Monday, July 2, 2012

AN EROTIC LOVE STORY





How can I live without you?

I have my soul stirring for you. My breathe trusts you. The every sip of you I take, I gain my years.
One fine day, the heat waves hit me. When the body sweat gave me shiver down my spine and tinkled me, I could just remember you. I smiled, enjoyed and felt you.

When there is heavy pours and when I drench in it, you come in my mind. It is like you are there everywhere. I can feel it.  

When I feel like biting you, you almost melt on me and I end up drinking you.

When I paint some picture, you come to my mind. Suddenly, my hands urge to dip in you, touch you and brush you everywhere.

Tsunami brings back to the memories of your anger. When you are in that state, you drink me. That sinking feeling is special.

When I am on a shower, you come and hug me tightly. My heart races up. I get the feeling that you have almost reached me. I could see that as you touch me, you take the roads untraveled and reach almost everywhere. I am blessed. I don’t feel like coming back from the shower. I don’t want to wipe the love imprints of you.

When someone hits you accidently, my heart aches as you don’t tell anything and end up falling.
I don’t remember any day without you. My needs don’t have a meaning without you.

In meetings, Garden, Train, when I am busy with work, reading the book, washing my hands, playing in the bathtub, I need you. There is no single minute that I forget about you and stick my thoughts elsewhere. You have entered me and I would not look back. I can shape up you by giving different colors. Thus making my life colorful.

I can only imagine you and me in an Island. I never wanted to honeymoon in desert as I feel deserted alone.
The fire in me can be extinguished only by you. Only you can give fire the run for its ego.

You are juicy and you give energy to me. When I kiss you, it is called wet kiss. You are right on my lips and getting into it. When I am tired and dry, I take the ice cubes from the ice bucket and place it in my forehead thinking about your touch. But when I touch u, try to hold you, you shy away from me and run away. A small drop of you can make my heart an ocean.

You are the meaning of trust, contentment, and hope. You never disappoint me. When I forget my lunch, you are there right beside me to quench my thirst and my stomach is full with you. You are transparent and one can see your heart from your face. Your sparking shiny image impresses me all the time.

Can I feel like this with anyone else? These thoughts haunt me. The answer I know but I hesitate before you.

“Beside me, thoughts are you
Inside me, your need is true
Don’t go away, when I hold
My longing and craving for you is very old
Give me the way to express,
By drinking you all the time, I shoe away my stress.”

HOW CAN I LIVE WITHOUT YOU ……………WATER……..?????

YEAH……......................WATERJ    

Water Indeed...:)

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Girl in Rains ........................Final Part


June 2012

Ruby Hills in Vashi was very beautiful at night. People taking long walks in the garden, Children running around and cycling in the playground, Swimming pool with fresh water, foliages and greenery everywhere with different colors of flowers was a great sight to watch.
Anushree parked the car near her building in Ruby hills. She came early that day after her lectures. She rang the door bell. Jennie opened the door. She was hugged by 5 year old boy. It was Mushraan. Jennie looked after him in Anushree’s absence.

Few Years Back.

June 2005

On that day, Anushree thought a lot about getting back to Aditya as his love for her was more than anything she wanted. But having said that, she couldn’t forget the way she was thrown when she was carrying his own baby. He acted very selfish and he is still a selfish man.
She had an exciting offer. She could have easily accepted the coveted role and could have enriched her job.

But more than that, a cute little love deprived kid needed her. At that instant, nothing was significant for her. She thought Mushraan is her life, love, future and she was ready to take care of him till her last breathe. She could not contain the excitement and phoned Martha to give the nod for adoption.

Now

Mushraan is 5 years old and very much settled with his new mom. He was doing very well in school and studies. Anushree quit her job in Pfizer and joined Business school. She took the job of Lecturer and subsequently was promoted as head of department in marketing division in one of the reputed business school. The job gave her flexibility to pay attention to Mushraan.

Preeti delivered a baby girl and visited Anushree whenever she came to India. Arjun came frequently with his son to spend time with Anushree and Mushraan. He helped her to set up her new house at Vashi. They shared and discussed whichever new upcoming projects he comes up with. Anushree poured in ideas to him and also seeked support. He was like a family for Anushree. Neither of them thought to get involved more with each other and enjoyed the fruits of friendship.

It was Sunday Afternoon. Anushree invited Jennie, few lecturers from her college and Mushraan’s friends for lunch. Even Arjun and Rehaan joined in later. Anushree cooked the vegetables and seasoned them with butter, salt and pepper. She wondered whether it was raining. By then, the rain had stopped. The grey ray of sunlight slanted through her window. She thought her life too paved a way for bright light and immediately smiled. 


Some thoughts:


1. Every relationship registered with law and officially accepted from society need not work well. At the same time, some relationships are so sacred that it dont need any formal thread to tie the two. First, Aditya and Anushree....Latter being Anushree and Arjun.


2. There is a blend of love between different religions. Mushraan, Jennie and Anushree. Love doesnt need any religion. Every human being is entitled to share and seek love. By unity we could take all the challenges and overcome it.


3.  One should not cry over spoilt milk. Brooding never has helped one. Move ahead. Every problem comes with beautifully wrapped gift.