31 Jul 2012

Of Rains, Friendships and Monsoons!

Wassup Everybody!

I tell you, these rains are getting a bit out of control. As much as I love monsoons, now they are restraining me in my own household. *And making me sound like a frog.* Ray knows it! :D

Nevermind my voice! So, we all know that Friendship day is on the 5th of August this year (I think Airtel is celebrating it on behalf of everybody). I actually don't care when it is, though when younger, in school, it mattered how many bands you sported, colored, handmade etc. *I don't know why but suddenly SRK from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai is grinning before my eyes* But now what matters is, how do you stay true to the relation you've been blessed with.

I won't go philosophical and state the obvious that everyday with the best buds is like friendship day! But having fewer friends in real than a million on a social networking site, is way better. I have been in "groups" of friends but realized over time, that I am a person who likes to keep only few, very few people close. And I can count my friends on my fingers. I am absolutely proud of them and to be their trusted one. I've broken few relations and being thrown out in some, so I know how much it hurts when you have absolutely no one around you. When loneliness becomes your compulsive friend. I tell you, it's a bad place to be in. Loneliness is like wine, you savor it delicately - lightly...it entices you, pleases your senses. The moment you take an unintended gulp, it ruins the whole experience.

Ahem.

Oh, so that brings me to the point of this post. As I've mentioned earlier, I've a series of Guest Posts lined up from my lovely girlfriends, though I don't want to call them that. Friendly contributions sounds better and I am starting by posting the one I received day before from Ray. Okay, Ray is actually what I call her - she is Aditi Ray from the blog My World...My Space! I've spoken to her today and boy, she shares the name with my lovely lovely Meoww and sounds the same as well!!! Oh and she wanted to hear the frog. *Grins* Her writings are clear and simple, showing the clarity of her mind and thinking. Of what I've known of her, she is one mastikhor and loves to laugh. Knows her what's and why's well and loves to talk like me! Also, she is into Occult (reading about them) and Mysticism :D I am really really really glad to have her around. She is funny, adorable and someone, you would love to read! So presenting to you, her post!
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Forever Mine

Lying on the bed, she idly wondered, how many more days she would have to be here. She didn't like it here. She had never liked staying anywhere else but her home. But it was just a matter of a few days, she thought. The pain was growing, minute by minute. She hoped it all ended soon so she could return to her home. There were people back there waiting for her to return. She looked out of the window, it was getting dark, she must wake up from her slumber now, it was time for some action. She disliked her work, but then again, work was work. She had to do it to survive in her world...yes, her world, which was completely different from Other world. There was a time when she too had been a part of the people's world, the Other world. But now, she was a part of a completely different world, and she could not go back. The door was closed, the bridge was broken, she could not go back there. People would never accept her back. The only time when she came face to face with the Other world was at night, during her work, and even then her experiences always left her in a bitter-sweet mood every morning. She was dog-tired by ever morning. Every morning she had thoughts of leaving her work once and for all, but every night she gathered enough hatred and retaliation to go back to work. 


It was like a routine now. She thought about her son, she smiled. He was so innocent, far from all her troubles, he loved her and she loved him beyong imagination. He was the only good thing in her life. She longed to meet him, hold him in her arms, hug him, kiss him, cuddle him, just sit with him and talk.... but she couldn't do all this.... and suddenly she was filled with hatred! Hatred for him. Pure avenging hatred. She must go back to work. He was the reason why she was in this world today...away from her son, away from everything which was so dear to her. It was his fault. And he must pay for it. And pay dearly! An evil smile played on her lips, she could only laugh at the thought of what will happen to him finally. She would push him into the same hell where he pushed her, away from his dear ones, away from his world, away from the Other world, into her world! Now she let out a slow evil laughter. She could see her victory. It was just a night away. Tomorrow morning she will be freed. Free from the chain of retaliation. Free from the constant urge to avenge. She looked out of the window again, it was night. Just a few hours to midnight and then it was show-time. She waited. Impatiently patient. 

The clock struck 12. It was midnight. She got up from her bed, and went straight to him. He was lying in his bedroom. He was bed-fast. She smiled at his sight with love and hatred, all at once. She had once loved him so much, but now she hated him. She slowly walked upto him and sat beside him. She touched his fore-head. He opened his eyes. His face was pale and eyes blood-shot. He saw her and his face displayed fear, fear which made his face go white, mouth go dry. She was happy to see him like this. His current state provided her inner-self some solace. She felt better. She smiled at him and moved her finger on his cheeks seductively, just like she used to do it before. The effect made her happy and satisfied. His forehead dripped sweat, his lips quivering with fear, his eyes pleading mercy. And she smiled again, satisfied by the sight. She closed her eyes and thought about the happy days she spend with him, she almost had a change of heart. 


She felt pity on him and would have forgiven him, but just then the door opened and she walked in...her calm eyes went bloodshot again, burning with rage, fury, and hatred. He had cheated on her and married Suzan. When she refused to sign the divorce papers, he had hired goons to hit her by a car, so that she would be dead in an accident, for good. Her 7 year old son was sent to her sister's place, where, thankfully, he would be happy and loved and cared. But now again, when she had almost forgiven him, she had felt pity on him, the sight of that bitch erased all the traces of love, pity and forgiveness from her mind. Now her determination was steel-solid. She would get her revenge. She would make him suffer, just like he made her suffer. She gave herself an evil grin again, and went about with her work. Slowly and tardily she strangled him. He begged for mercy and pleaded for forgiveness, but the fury and agony in her eyes couldn't see any of it. Finally, when she let go, his eyes were fixed at her, still pleading for forgiveness, his body cold as stone, his breathing, ceased, forever! She closed her eyes, said a prayer, kissed his forehead and walked out of the house, holding his hand. Now, she had to show him his new world....her world.

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How do you like it people?! I loved the concept of vengeance as dead. I am into horror movies these days. Saw Insidious with bro yesterday. Creeped me out! But who doesn't love scares! :D :D 

So fellas, lemme know what you think! Till the next time, preserve the bonds you cherish and love the surprises as they come! BLESSED BE!!!

21 Jul 2012

Garden of Roses

Wanderer my heart, stays never still,
Storms within me, closing in for a kill.
Our love flies out of the window,
Wallowing in my false sorrow.
Sands of time, pierce me through and through,
I swallow it all gaping, virtuous and true.
But on to you I hold on,
Promises you made and you moved on.
Oh love, I remember your eyes so bright and starred,
But I am shadowed, darkened and scarred.
You dust me away, like the ashes of dying fire,
But love, I ask, how would you bear my ire?
Fragrance of yours, as hollow as a sprawling desert,
I forget you, searching myself in the mirage of the dirt,
Someday, I will find a way,
To flourish a garden of roses and rays. 
I will drink up the rain of moments, for long bystander I've been
To turn the barren lands, into meadows of heavenly green.



Blessed Be My Lovely people!

I had been itching to write a poem, but couldn't. There was no word to think upon - just images. So I asked AS to give me a word - which was Green! 

And lo! Some disjointed verses to make a poem! :D :D

How have you been doing? This is one of those random posts, when your brain is a mush and your mouth is having verbal diarrhea! Ahem. Few guest posts are coming up, but my girls are busy, you'll soon have something different and interesting to read! Up first are Maithili and Meoww...then I'll see, who else will row my boat for a while! :D :D Anyone wants to?? *Say Yes Pleaaaaaaase!* Drop me an email!

Till the next time fellas! Take a breather and have some fun!
PS: AS - Atrocious Scribblings! :D
PPS: Image Source: muralsdirect.co.uk

17 Jul 2012

High Tides

Sounds of Sirens, Burn My Thoughts,
Fights I Fought Many, Myself I've Lost,
Picking Up The Dust, Watching the Night,
I Sink Low, Lower In My Fright,
Would You Still Walk By My Side,
If I Say, I Am Afraid of The Tide?

Blessed Be My Lovely Lovely Fellas!!

Missed Me? Nay? I missed you most certainly. So much so that in every picture that I captured, I thought of weaving a story - a story for you to read. But, well, what you imagine is imagination and the one that's makes it fall is procrastination. So, I have no stories to write as of now. But there's something I would like to share.

As a kid, even as a teen, I was ashamed of the fact that my roots go back to Bihar. I was no where even close to the way certain Mr. Prasad spoke or lived. Heck, I was born and brought up in Bhopal. Much cleaner and developed and hi-tech than the smelly, old and backward village I used to visit every summer of my school. I hated every inch of that vacation. I didn't like the food. Didn't like the men. Certainly didn't like the women. Hated the worms that I could see every where and worst, couldn't see! Hated the mud house, hated every single thing about the God damn place! And then, there was a massive gap of Nine Years. I got closer to my Grandfather and moved farther away from his wife. I was glad for the phone and his wisdom that made me pave my way through the stickiest of situations. Last November, I went back to the village. If you ask me where exactly this place is, I would say, it's 20 kms away from Nepal. My Grandmother is a Nepali and well, this time she said, she was a hardcore one at that. (Nepali women work in the mountains - so do many others - but I didn't tell her that - I've a reputation of having a sharp tongue. Honestly, she doesn't move a bit - her tongue does. Sorry, I got carried away. I know where my laziness genes come from.)

Last time in Winters, I loved the greenery, the sharp biting wind that made my eyes water, the excruciatingly clean air, that my lungs couldn't breathe in enough and the silence, that I found no where. I was still in the last semester of my Law School. Still the soon-to-be-graduate and still not old-enough. This year, as you know, I went now, was completely different. First, it was summers and I don't like summers. But for my sake I think, God thought of showers, for that was one good thing, I will remember - Cold Summers and Fireflies in the dark! The thing which I couldn't ignore was the monumental expectation that I could sense and feel on my back this time. Marriage was a hot gossip and my resistance to the idea, was another. I couldn't hide my fear and anger at the M word. Second, the awkwardness around women. On the record, I can handle an entire household, however, I was out of my depth there. I cannot sing bhajans in Maithili (18th Language in Our Constitution, yes Sir!) or do the preparations of a full fledged puja. And that my friends, was a parameter I've been judged on. Three guys - well - ahem - grooms (Ack!) I heard about. I  know the reasons why this thing is being jumped on me, I know why and how, but I am not ready. Not yet. Thankfully, two of them turned out to be brothers and the third might as well be married. I want to throw up! Ahem. Sorry again.

Image Source: semsu.chattablogs.com

There was the much awaited greenery this time I could live in forever, but I couldn't find the peace and respite I always looked forward to. Oh, but the upside is, I went to Nepal after 15 years. And oh boy! What a beautiful place it is. Have you guys heard of the Kosi River (Also called the Sorrow of Bihar)? She is one fiery thing. She is known to cause irreparable damage to the folks of both Nepal and Bihar. I was on the barrage between India and Nepal - and I saw how scary she can be - yet beautiful - you know, like a silent seductress. On the surface, it appears calm. You can see the village at a distance, the sand that the river has collected and in another second, there would be nothing. The river has quietly swept away the entire establishment. Last year, they say, the floods were so bad that the development which Bihar had seen in the reign of Chief Minister Nitish Kumar, has gone 25 years behind. And I saw her up close. Saw the mist rising up in clouds from the surface. It's one thing I'll remember and go back to, again. Came back today morning.

Image Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Koshi.jpg
If you would like to know more about the Kosi, here's the Link for your reference. 

Ah, home! :) :) Oh and Maithili, our beloved beloved blogger from One Such Story  has agreed to do a guest post for me. She has always been an inspiring writer and one of the first friends I had on Blogspot. More of it, later. Till the next time fellas, unexplored desires call you in, won't you answer their call? Blessed Be!