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Sunday, December 27, 2009

A bus(life) journey!

To Swathi, this day was no exception. She was hurrying up. It’s already 7.55 a.m. and her stop is nearly half kilometer from her hostel. The company’s bus will arrive in another 5 mins. Her roommates have been waking her since 7. But Swathi wouldn’t budge off. She waited to see the beautiful climax of her dream. But something interrupted Swathi. “There is no water, yaar”.

She thought of yesterday. “Hey Swathi, what are you going to do?” Her friends had giggled. “No water!!” And she had said with the familiar mock “No water, no bath. And that is why I bought this perfume”. And that was it. She changed her clothes and sprayed perfume seeing that she hasn’t applied too much to spin everybody’s head and headed for the bus stop. Yesternight the water lorry came by 10. “Who is going to bath by this time?” Swathi thought and put her bathing off to the next day.

But today… it was the same. Not bathing again was a horrible thing to happen. Who will sit besides her? ‘I was told I had water dosh. But never knew that water can have Swathi dosh’. She dragged herself from the bed hoping that the dream will continue tonight. She ran off to the reception desk to complain and was told that she will get water in another 10 minutes. No idea what to do next, not in the mood to read newspapers, she headed to her room and continued the pirated copy of ‘The Lost Symbol’. She was seeking with Robert Langdon a Masonic treasure when Janu, her roommate called out, “Swathi! Your turn” Oh!! Another break!

Swathi took her brush, clothes and rushed to bathroom. She warned Janu “I may be late, so better you people go”. Janu who is Swathi’s friend for more than 5 years knew that Swathi was lazy as well as energetic (huh! Quite a contradiction) She will join with them in the bus stop soon. Janu and one more friend Eshwari were leaving for the stop, when Swathi had her breakfast. She knew that they will wait for her or let the bus wait for her. How lucky to have such nice friends! She thanked her fortune.

She got ready, locked her room and hurried off. On the way, she took out her watch from the handbag and tied to her wrist, then came the company’s ID card and she wore it around her neck. She checked her chappals and smiled, “Phew! Correct this time!” and made to the crowded bus stop.

Human psychology always has been her favourite topic and a never ending puzzle too. Whenever the company’s bus stops, people throng around the door and do ‘push-push’ game and alight into the bus. Some of them like her remain at the back. Then she would let others move and with no hurry, alight the bus last. She would walk majestically and occupy one of the pairs of seats left for her.

Usually, a seat remains vacant. But yesterday it was filled and she saw a new face sitting adjacent to her. Today, in a hurry she forgot to take her earphones and the 40-minute ride to the office is going to be damned boring! She was trying to busy herself when the bus made another halt. She saw the same man boarding the bus and after locating a set adjacent to her, he sat and smiled. Swathi returned the same.

The man adjacent to her seemed to be calm, intelligent and polite. ‘It’s not going to be boring anymore’ Swathi thought and smiled. But she didn’t know what to start and how to… or should she start ever?

She didn’t even realize that she had been looking at him, her hands resting on the window pane. The man turned and came ‘Hi’ It was then Swathi realized, how stupid she would have looked!


‘I am Shyam’.

‘I am Swathi’.

‘ In which domain do you work? I haven’t seen you’.

‘Am in mainframe. I also haven’t seen you. In which stream do you work?”

“Mainframe. Good!”I just shifted here before 2 weeks. Am in testing”.


And this was the beginning.

They talked about their roles in the team, the coming ‘cultural fest’, Swine flu and… the bus came to another halt. They’ve reached the company. Oh! So soon!! ‘Hm. So, this is how theory of relativity works’.

Shyam, “You told something?”

“Na. You saved my day from getting bored. Thank you.”

“Welcome. Anytime.”

As swathi got down from the bus, Shyam hurried down to another block, giving a smile. Swathi smiled back and could feel two pair of eyes staring at her…with a guilty-sweet smile,she turned to Janu and Eashwari,who were indeed fusions without having any part in the conversation.

Swathi, recollected herself ”hey! what? There’s nothing! No need to stare like this. come on! We are already getting late”. Swathi’s day as usual busy. Running here and there.her team leader gave an extra work and enforced her to finish it by that day itself. She finished off her work soon and with the hope that she could chit-chat again with Shyam,she hurried off. But to her disappointment,a girl from near-by PG gave her company. Swathi talked to her little,the usual ‘hi, hello, how are you (s), hows days going on (s)’. And she slept. Then somebody shook her. She jolted. That was Eashwari. ”Hey! Reached. Get up.” Swathi stepped down sleepily and then these three chatted, laughed all the way to hostel.

While to bed, Swathi as usual thanked her God for the beautiful day and hoped the next day will go as fine as every other day. Hoping that she will see her unfinished dream, she slept.

The next day, she was the last one to wake up. ‘Thank God, no water problem today.’ Shegot ready and as usual started her way to the stop. Tying her watch, putting the ID card, checking her chappals, she reached the stop. Then made her way to one of the last pair of seats. The bus made another stop in 5 minutes and Shyam entered with his face lit and a sweet smile – “Good morning!”

“Good morning” Hope I am not looking stupid today!

“So how am I going to save your day today?” He mocked.

“Its already lovely. I might be helpful to you today.”

“Hmm..Lets see. I have nothing great in my list except an important meeting.”

“Meeting… Sorry no idea about it. Then I may be of help someother day.”

And this went on and on….

Swathi was happy with the new acquaintance and friendship she had made. Days went by. She used to book a seat for him in the morning and he used to book for her in the evening. They exchanged their numbers. If time permits, they’ve lunch together. Often Janu and Eshwari join them. Once they also got a chance to work in the same project.

Swathi later on realized that she felt a different kind of feeling for this relationship. Could she be in love? Is she? Ya, she can be. Yes, she is in. But she had no idea about the feel in the other side.

One day, they were having lunch together. Janu was on leave and Eshwari was busy with her work.

Shyam, “I am feeling tensed today”.

“Need help? Remember my offer??”

Ya. You can make it an exciting day”.

“I will try. Go ahead”.

“Swathi, am bad at this yaar. But in a simple way let me say this. Will you marry me? I have been too frightened to tell you. But then thought that I am too stupid not to tell you. Am not forcing you. Its your wish. I wont disturb you. And let me tell you that I will always be the Shyam as you have seen”.

Swathi was too happy to express in words. Can life be so beautiful? Can things really happen as you want them to be? But at the same time her thoughts were struck. Her parents! They wont allow or will they? She never knew what they’d expected from her and she never thought of asking about this to them.

“Ofcourse yes!! But there is a small hitch”. And she told him.

Deepavali holidays were nearing. And she has got enough time to tell her parents about this. And as for Shyam’s parents, they were ready to accept her. So Shyam has asked his parents already. Good in a way!!

A year later

Now Swathi shifted to a home. She was hurrying. Her husband was helping her out with packing and she was getting ready. Her husband waved her off and left. Swathi took her things, locked the door, hurried down, tied her watch, put her id card and alighted the awaiting bus, apologizing the driver. As usual Shyam reserved a seat for her. Its been a long time but they were never put in a project together because the company’s rule doesn’t allow a couple working in the same project.

P.S: Hey friends, lemme know, how u liked the story.. This was a different attempt from my side! :)

Hey friends....

I am here.. after a long time...
Doing great as usual :)

Was missing u all very much and the blogosphere very much!! Seems this happens once one steps in the software industry :(

I have been trying to get USB modem for the past few weeks, hopefully vl get this time atleast.. ;) n then vl b in touch with u all :)

What else?? Adapting to chennai... enjoying as well :)

N how abt u ppl???
Waiting to hear from u ! :)

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Untitled - II

My first long story ever!!! Read and please let me know how it was... Thnx :)

Day by day, her anger started to strengthen its root. She started shouting on maids, servants, sometimes on her mom and at her dad too! She herself was surprised with such development of hatred inside her. “Where am I getting into?? To their whirlpool?? Oh no! But I don’t know what to do”.

She had friends but none too faithful that she can discuss or share her problems with. Her mind begins to divert in few minutes. Her progress card started showing regression.

But nothing stopped them.

It is your fault. You didn’t teach her anything”.

“Ya ya.. you have to blame me only. It’s your fault. Only if you would have given sometime for your family”.

Arrghhh!!! Ria wanted to explode. She wanted to silence them. But…. she knew the result. Then she went to her room and ended with the same lines in her diary.

Next day, she saw that her parents were passing some signals to one another. She knew it was about her. Atleast they combined in this. “What are you people going to tell me??” Her dad cleared his throat and started “ Seeing your marks and behaviour, we’ve decided to send you to boarding school, so that…” That was all. She rushed to her room hugging her doll and screaming silently with enjoyment. She never thought of this. Atleast there she will live in peace.

In the school,

Principal, “Ria, you are joining in the mid of the year. I’ve seen your reports, they aren’t that good. But I hope that you will be able to pass this year. Best wishes.” That was all she needed. She was to report to her warden and look for her bed. Her mom and dad had given some pity expressions. But she remained calm.

Days passed and she doesn’t even remember clearly how she adjusted to the new environment, how she made wonderful friends (who always appreciate her for her nice behaviour!!), how her ranks soared up. Hopes were pinned on her for the forthcoming board exams. And to her Principal’s amazement, she topped.

To felicitate the top-marked students, she was called and given invitation card to invite her parents also that day. She took that card with her to the room and then started tearing them into pieces, all her anger vanishing with each tear.

She got a call from them – her parents. She didn’t attend, excusing herself with a valid reason. But her conscience was making her feel guilty. After all, they are her parents! She scribbled her feelings. And with this she changed those two lines “Thank God, for making things good’.Tthen she shuddered at the thought and exclaimed herself “Ya, I am selfish. I know, I am”. And with this conviction, she started leading her life.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Am I lucky????

Since childhood I have seen many people participating in lucky contests - something like lucky corner, lotto housie (a common game played in any get-together here) or buying lottery tickets during Diwali season. I have seen many of them winning and sometimes a particular person wins a lot of times! Whenever a winner is announced, I usually search the crowd and try to estimate who the winner will be.I sort of got accustomed to that fact. Its not that I feel for it, because I know, things go on their way and I go on my way....

When I was in school, there came some people (or representatives, u can say) from Maha Lacto(a chocolate famous before 8 or 9 years) for a contest. All you had to do was make a bunch of 25 chocolate wrappers (just wrappers!!) and staple them with your name and class written on a paper. We were given some 2 to 3 odd weeks to collect those wrappers. Seems that the company went short of those wrappers - well no need to say, this was another marketing strategy. The whole school started searching for the wrappers - some in the ground, some in litterbox too! yuck! Even the canteen and shops nearby school ran out of that chocolate... :(

I and my sister together managed to get some 50 odd wrappers and my parents said that those two bunch vl be given in my name - much to mine and my sister's embarassment. Dont think that my sister would have been mad at me - she is lovely sis :) The prizes for the lucky draw were
(as far I can remember)
10 lucky winners will get Maha Lacto Camera pouch (I guess I am right :D)
5 will get Maha Lacto School Bag
1 will get a camera.
I thought to test my luck again. I didnt own a single-branded thing. Atleast I could own the Maha Lacto brand!! Atlast the LD-day (Lucky draw day) came. The company representatives came in suits and ties. After assembly, they started calling the lucky ones... A boy besides me got a bag, a classmate of mine who stands 5 to 6 girls before me got a bag and a senior of mine won (won??? though this word sounds absurd here) a camera!!! and as usual I was there questioning my luck...

The main reason I thought to post this article comes here:

Recently Vikatan (a Tamil magazine group) held book exhibition. I went with my friend (leave the fact that I scare people when I read tamil) to see the collection and variety. After a lot of this-that-gud-bad we bought 3 books totalling some 210-plus bucks. In the billing section, we were told that if we get books worth of 300 or so (I have weak memory, forgot the exact amount!) we have a chance of getting a coupon. That coupon will be collected and on a particular date (after a month) the lucky winners will be announced. I and my friend started laughing and the cashier gave a confused luck...only had she known about our luck... :D :D

I again thought of trying my luck... As you would have seen the lesson taught by Farhan Akhtar to Konkana in 'Luck by chance' - that you should atleast give a chance to things. I gave it a go!!! Bought another couple of books for another friend and the amount crossed the required limit.
I filled the coupon, leave the fact that my friend did more than half the purchse :D, and a part of the coupon was given to me to retrieve it, so that it can be useful while collecting the gifts.
The winner might get (as the poster said)

Mixi, Scooty, TV, iPod, Mobile, Toys, book offer, and so on...

I laughed at the thought and went. More than a month passed and my Mom was asking the other day about the coupon. I assured her that it was safe with me in my wallet and also told her that the LD-day has passed. So no need of worrying about it. But instead of throwing it, I let it ruin. A week after the LD-Day passed, I got a call from that publication.

He : "Hello. May I know whom I talking to?"
I : "It is you who called. Whom do you want?" (Always my father has advised me not to share anything with strangers :P :D )
He : "Am talking from Vikatan publication. Can u please tell me ur name".
(I totally forgot about the lucky draw part. I was thinking why a Tamil magazine will approach me!!)
I : "My name is Priyanka".
He: "Oh ok Madam. I just called to say that u won prize in LD".

(I was totally out of words!! me???? what i wud have got?? mobile or scooty??)

I : OK sir. what I have to do?
He: Just visit the same book center with the coupon, u vl get ur prize. U have won cosmetic prize.
I : Ok, thank you.

(Ah!! Cosmetic prize... tsch.. I didnt expect this.. there wasnt anything like cosmetic product on that poster..was ther?? oh leave it!)

I didnt want to go alone and so called my bro - a couch potato - to come with me. I just told him that we have won some prize. Didnt mention him that it was a cosmetic prize, otherwise he wouldnt have come with me :P As we showed our coupon, we were handed a parcel of medium size. hmm... I started guessing.. powders, lipsticks, face lotions... what could be in it??? and my brother in loud voice - "iPod or mobile?? If its a mobile I vl have it.. " I was just smiling n nodding....

Since childhood I have made it as a rule that any gift or envelope I get, I first give it to my Dad to open. And hence this also... Four pair of eyes were anxiously waiting as my Dad was tearing out the cover. As he opened, small boxes started falling... And lo! We all started laughing until tears started flowing through the cheeks.... I won 10 boxes of Vivel soap n 4 shampoo bottles /omg :P

Hence the question, Am I lucky???

P.S : An exception - My date of joining got preponed from november 30 to september 29 :)

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Untitled - 1

My first long story ever!!! Read and please let me know how it was... Thnx :)

Ria opened her diary. The pages were blank in yesterday’s and day before yesterday’s column.

Today’s entry:

Dad is back from the conference. And the moment he entered, I saw Mom’s face. Both looked like the fighters who are ready for the gong.

Oh God! Not again today!! See I haven’t complained to you for the past two days. I’ve been a very good girl. I even came now without having my ‘hugging gift’ from dad. Didn’t dine also. I know mom would be pretty upset if I go now. But please God, stop the noise that is going on outside the door. How many times am I supposed to hear the same accusation, some argument out of nothing again and again ?

“You are the one who cheated me..”

“Hey, you are the one who started.” The voices penetrated the room.

Ria had heard them again and again. She knew them by heart, their words. She can see how they will react. To overcome these unpleasant things, she was trying to smile like the lovely doll, which was resting on the other side of the table.

And she finished her diary with these “Hope everything will be fine soon. Good night God”.

For Ria, diary was this – the one that strengthens her, gives her chance to unburden herself and transfer them into the pages (but they hardly go from her). One can see that in every page of her diary, the last two lines were always the same.

Ria to the doll, the only member in the family who listened her.

“Hey Pinky, I heard that people in married life love each other. Is it so?”

The doll with its smile seemed to reply ‘yes’.

“Then why is it not so with Mom and Dad? Won’t I get any of their affection? Wont I see the lovely world outside? Wont they leave me from their clutches and stay claiming me as theirs? Wont they ever find out that what I need is love and support not their ego and money”.

With all these questions coming out, even the smiling doll lost its charm.

“There is no one to talk to me politely or lovingly? Am I a burden?”

She felt sudden sense of anger rolling out of her mind. Was she a burden?? Is it her mistake that she is born? Are these parents - the word sounded ridiculous to her - going to stop their non-sense?

She rushed towards her parents and stared from one to the other. They stopped on seeing her as if unaware of the fact that she could hear them inside her room too. Ria, tried to even out her voice. But it didn’t work much. “Mamma, Pappa, please! For God’s sake stop your non-sense.” She wanted to faint, so that they can see how much they are affecting her. Atleast then they will realize and come together. But..NO… her Mom and Dad are beyond any explanation or any treaty.

Racked my brain, but couldnt find any suitable tiltle... Suggestions please...

The next part is coming soon :) :) :)

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


Rita to her maid's daughter, "Where is your mom today?".

"she is sleeping in home".

Rita, "Her fever soar up?".

Innocently, "Mam, its not fever; just to keep away from cold, her body gets hot. She vl b back soon."

Sunday, July 26, 2009


She was enjoying the fight. First of its kind from her aunt and uncle - fighting for her! She was happy with the love shown towards her. What else she wanted in this world!

But what to do with the will that grandpa has left for her yesterday?

Sunday, July 12, 2009

A teacher's student

Yae-Bee-Cee-Dee-Eee-Yaf-G-Gach-Eye-Jay-Kay-Yel-Yem-Yen-O-Pee-Ku-Arr-Yes-Tee-You-We-Double u-Yax-Why-Izaddd..

Thus the alphabets were echoing in the house sourcing from a II standard boy of tamil medium. Sometimes he would swallow his ‘Tee’and ‘We’. When he is reminded of that fact, he will hit his head with his tiny hands and innocently say, “ aama maranthutten!” (ya I forgot).

He will show his book pointing to a poem and say, “Teacher inaikku ithu sollikuduthaanga” (Teacher taught this today).The first day when he came, I asked him to read words from the book. But he didn’t know the a,b,c…(small letter A,B,C..). I was astonished. In the developing part, I see the children well-thorough with their A,B,C and 1,2,3 stuffs even before they step into class I!

When I was a kid, I used to stammer when the question was, “What’s your aim?”, not because that I had none, infact I had many. The previous year when I was sitting useless at home, I very much wanted to be part of a teaching profession for classes from 4 to 9. But some works and problems chained me.And here I got my chance :)

One day I asked him, what he would like to become.

His answer was,"Maama mathiri varuven"(I will become like my uncle).

On further enquiry it was known that his uncle is working in a ship in Madagascar . And this boy plans to pass the 9th class and then join the ship there. It was first time I came to hear of such aim, peculiar indeed. But I believe that the boy can reach far heights.

The boy learnt a,b,c,d. pretty quick and I thought that it was time to teach him some common questions.

I : what is your name?

He: My name is Gandhiraj

You shouldve seen my surprise look. He doesn’t know a,b,c,d.. but can answer these questions! Good. I thought of proceeding further.

I: How are you?

He: Am fine. Thank you.

The first question has already had its effects. So I reacted lesser to this.

I : what is your mother’s name?

He: Amma peru ketkrueengala? (Are you asking mom’s name?)

I : aama (yes).

He: Selvarani.

He would have got tht question by the word ‘mother’and ‘name’ I guess. I proceeded further.

I : how old are you?

He: I am fine, thank you.

I : Illai thambi (no brother), How old are you?

He: I am fine, thank you.

Then I understood that he mistook my question as ‘how are you’. I stressed the word old but he still couldn’t get. Because he was not memorized this question by his teacher. And this is one of the reasons why I don’t like the education system especially in government schools.

But I should say, he is good in addition. When the other day, I told him, “unnoda maths booka edu” (Take your maths book). He stared. “kanakku boooka edu” (take ur maths book”). It was then he took his maths book! And the next day, I taught him subtraction, the poor kid got confused! What I could I do? I cant wire his nerves!

And mom came to my rescue. She told me to give a few more problems so that he will practice and learn. And I saw that mom was also eager to teach him. She still helps him out in subtraction! I and my brother are like head and tail of a coin. But that day, he came and helped me. He was much surprised when he knew that children do take time in learning things. Sometimes he pities my student and hurries him off to home!!

And to keep out the boredom, I thought of telling him stories daily – the kids are usually fascinated by them.

“What story would you like to hear?”

“ Singam kathai” (Lion’s story)

It just reminded me how I pestered my grandma to tell story daily - sometimes of a king, of a jungle and of fairies. I smiled and then recalled “the lion and the mouse”, I read in childhood.

Altogether, I am enjoying the teaching job. Sometimes I feel that the job shifts between us when he teaches me innocence, happiness and the excitement that the world has kept for him :)

Friday, July 3, 2009

10 secrets abt me!

Ya, am tagged. And this my first time!!! This tag of revealing some 10 secrets about me was passed by Kally. First I thought tht this was going to be easy, and planned to do it within a week. But day by day, I pondered, what my secrets are! My life is an open book. Its just that few take interest, turn over the pages and read it. Some 3 to 4 of them came soon, but the rest took a long time to enter my mind :)

Okay, lemme share with you the pages that are least read. Here I go,

1. I've planned to write an autobiography. Well, I feel that everybody's life is nothing less interesting than a tale. So I also come in everbody!

2. Two things that I cant control - SLEEP and HUNGER :P

3. Many say that I keep my cool or I manage on the stage well. But lemme say, I have still not overcome my stage fear, phew! But my friends say that I have improved much! :)

4. Watched a forbidden movie- I was not allowed to watch a spiritual movie in childhood (when i was in some 5th or 6th class), with the notion that it will affect my thoughts. However, I peeped through the door's opening and watched it. And I still remember the irrationalism in that movie (Fortunately, I dont remember the movie's name). Sssh... dont tell my parents, they still are unaware of it!

5. Am a born-vegetarian. And sometimes I feel bad that I dont have access to all the menus of the world :(

6. I like to play even when I know that I am losing it - especially in Carrom and badmiton, where my brother usually wins! :)

7. I dont know how to react or what to react when someone praises me. In short I feel uncomfortable. Just a little smile will satisfy me of my work :)

8. When I feel tensed or worried, I get hungry ! I dont know from whom I got this gene. Can't help it! :P (If u think that point 2 and this is same, then the answer is NO).

9. When I watch a movie or read a book, I indulge myself there. I cry with them and laugh with the characters there. The worst effect of it was when I read Harry Potter, where Sirius Black (Godfather of Harry) died. And it took me several weeks to console that it was just a story, a book.

10. It was in 12th standard, I wrote a poem (in some 2003), beacause I thought that I can be a poet!! When I showed that to my Dad, he thought that it was nothing less than a crap. lol!
Then by the end of the academic year i.e, by april 2004, I wrote a poem for a friend on her birthday, and it was remarked good! And that gave me the entry to the world of poetry :)

So my first tag is over! and it feels great completing this tag!

Now my time to tag:

:: Nive :: Janaki :: Rajesh :: Karthikeyan :: Mithe :: Experiencing...
::Grumblings :: Shyamala :: Praja :: Balaji :: Sandy

Cya in the next post!
Until then take care :)

Sunday, June 21, 2009


She was enjoying her freedom with the nature, the lovely trees, the chirping birds and the swift squirrels.
"Nanu, where are you?", mom's call.
"In the garden, ma"
"Get dressed up exquisitely".
"A family is coming for bride-seeing ceremony".

My second work in 55 work fiction. Dont forget to tell me how you liked it! :)

Sunday, June 14, 2009

A proposal

I see the happiness in your eyes when you find me happy. I feel the care that you fill me with when others don't care to look at me. I saw the excitement and nervousness in you when i went for my first date. You took all the pains to make my first date successful, but you didnt know that a fool is a fool, nothing can work with it. You saw the things that i couldnt see, or i did not want to see. You gave me the attention for which I was never seeking for. You gave me the respect for which I am feeling respectful to myself. You gave me the world that i wished to be in but never thought that i will really go into. For the first time am crazy and i am really glad about it. I know this may sound selfish, but will you make this world permanent to me as it is now?? I promise I wont sing and make things horrible for you, I promse I will learn dancing and I promise that I wont look like a jerk anymore. Will you marry me?

Boy: Only on one condition...

Girl: What?

Boy: Promise me that you will be the same as you are.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Accident: First attempt in 55 fiction!

This is my first attempt with the 55 word fiction...Hope u vl like it...
n dont forget to give ur valuable feedbacks!

He didnt notice the car coming towards him. His job was at stake. His father wanted to open a shop to support. "But pa, i dont have money".
His child needed education.
He was worried and then the car dashed him. His time came and he died peacefully.

His insurance money will open the shop.

55 word fiction...

Recently i found in many blogs about the 55-word fiction. I wondered what it was, and then the concept moved to more blogs. It was interesting that within 55 words, one can form a story or a drama or something else!!!

And here is what I found in Wikipedia about the 55-word fiction...

A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:

  1. Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
  2. A setting,
  3. One or more characters,
  4. Some conflict, and
  5. A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)

Many new versions of the 55 Fiction have started to modify on the rules by either ignoring the rule to include conflict, or basing it on a true incident and dramatising it.

To know more about its existence and development, click here.

If u r wondering, why have i posted this.. then its to warn u ppl tht am also gng to give a try to this!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Sorry God...

A child kneels, "Hey God, will you forgive me??"

God : "For what my dear child?"

Child, "Sorry God, I was busy with my sis as she came here after a long time, so only couldnt meet you.

Sorry God, I bathed late, so only couldnt meet you.

Sorry God, some guests arrived, was bit busy with them, so only couldnt meet you.

Sorry God, my parents were in a great tiff and I was worried, so I couldnt meet you.

Sorry God, I had to party, so I couldnt meet you.

Sorry God, wasnt in mood that day, so couldnt meet you.

Sorry God, just feeling sleepy, so couldnt meet you."

God laughed and said,"Is this all you were worried of?? No problem child. There are still many who look upon me as if I have comitted sin by creating them. Am happy that you atleast thought of me in these circumstances."

Monday, June 1, 2009

Last night

The day went so stressful that by night, my thoughts faded one by one, my mind needed rest and the head-ache started troubling me for the long day's work, though it was a Sunday. It was that day I realised how mental work can tired a person as well. It looked as if my mind door was closed to pave way for any thought or like a filled glass which cannot add any more water to it.

I knew what I needed. Peace. Time for me. Time to listen to my every thought. Or time for myself to communicate with harmony.

With these thoughts I moved to the verandah of my house, with the rest of them sleeping. All the lights were switched off. Sitting on the chair, I can see only two lights – one was the street light, second was of the bulb from the opposite Professor’s home. I stared at the bulb for a few minutes and then that too went out. My father told me, “By viewing bulb for a long time, u vl hypnotize urself.” I got hypnotized through it... or, was I hypnotized by the arrogant-fast-world????

With the street light that too a block away, I began to tremble. What if a ghost with white mask and black hood will pop and say, “ Aaahaaa….heee…. Am here to eat you.” Suddenly I heard a man’s voice, “I will kill you. Don’t dare to trouble me”. It was like my thoughts became real. Then I realized that it was from a drunkard talking to the wind. I thought what worse can happen to me? May be that I will be dead. And that has to happen to anyone who has entered the world. What these worries will lead to me then?? Nothing other than harming me.

Through the grills of verandah, I can see that the tree was bending over and shaking as if it agreed to my answers. The wind seemed to be the medium of communication. The tree posed like a wise man and was smiling at me for the trivial worries that I carried with me. It shook there and told, “For generations and generations, I’ve seen many people like you, who worry for nothing and then get nothing”. And thus our conversation went on. Had anybody heard me there, I would have been a certified mad.

As I thought that, mom came and asked to me to sleep. She wondered what was I doing there. I was dumbstruck and said nothing. She wore her confused expression and then hurried me to sleep.

It was the most peaceful thing I’ve ever felt. Instead of running here and there, I found my peace, my thought smoothed and flowed constantly in that silent night. There needs to be a time where one has to take time for oneself. Because you cant run away from yourself!

Apart from all these, I wonder what mom would have thought of me.. a schizophrenic?????

P.S : this is my first longest post ever!! :)

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Allah ke naam pe vote de do Baba! (For God's sake, please vote me!)

Saw the campign
felt hard for it,
took a paper
and then listed the parties in it.

For a long time
I gave thought
for whom should i vote
and whom not.

Failed in the attempt,
for me everyone was corrupt.

I pinky-ponkyed them
but as a citizen
that too i cant do.
Coz i can do a role
of no-man
but not of a traitor.

So I left the stage
and sat there,
in that gathering
as a mere spectator.

This article is in response to Mithe's wish to publish here. Thanks yaar :)

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Random Comparison - II

That day :
A boy's mother to a boy, "You are a nice boy. Had I got a girl, I would have made her marry you."

This day :
A boy's mother to a boy, "You are a nice boy. Will you marry my son??" /blur

Random Comparison - I

Thursday, April 23, 2009

I hate being sick :(

I hate being sick :(

Just before a month, I was exclaiming my sis that its been more than a year, I havent got fever. And lo! the virus heard it!
The day went very tiresome. I felt lazier than used to feel on other days. It was then i found out that i got viral fever. I thought 'Wow! Now I can legally take a break and rest well!' For 2 days I enjoyed, but as the days went by, I felt more and more of my energy getting drained and my spirit quotient was nearing ground level and adding to it were the medicines, the boring diet :( Ugh! I really hate being sick!

And as fine as ever! back! :)

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Forest Life...

In this life of forest,
some cruel some kind,
some ferocious, some tenderous,
I met many-an-animal here.
Helpful were few
but harmful were many.
Unarmed was I,
helpless was I,
a frightened lion was inside me.
But then I experienced,
the strength of the lion,
the wisdom of the lion,
and let it to nurture.
And my lion became the king,
and in this life of forest,
I rule.....

Friday, February 27, 2009

A service......

Her voice booming around the streets, and with that follows the slogans of few more volunteers - all standing to eradicate the social evil CHILD LABOUR.

Nirnaya and her Co., had lots of credits, for their good deed, to their social organisation. With the objective of eradication of child labour, dowry, female infanticide; they move onto set their goals. Slogan rising, hunger strike were their key strengths.

Imana used to cover all these facts and showed them proudly in her news channel. With the organisation's succes, Imana's curiosity of knowing Nirnaya grew more and more. And on a Sunday, free day, she goes to the great social worker's house to pay her gratitude for her service.

Longtime after the knock, she got an answer. Controlling her excitement, she steps in. What a marvellous that was! She saw a sweet girl before her and remembers that she has interviewed her. She hears Nirnaya's voice, "Kaun aaya hai?" (Who has come?) and got elated as she stood in front of her.

Imana was surprised seeing the little girl, Kasturi, in Nirnaya's house. For that Kasturi replied, "Oh! is madiam ne hume godh liya hai" (This madam has adopted me). On further questions and interrogations, Imana finds that Nirnaya believes in self-work and she proudly says, "I work myself". Imana couldnt suppress her delight.

Imana called Kasturi and she returned after a couple of minutes. When she was forcing her hair back, Imana took notice of the blood coming behind from her ears. Then suddenly Imana asked for a first-aid kit and dressed the wound of Kasturi. At that time she saw fresh wounds and marks on her body and the knife-cuts on her fingers.

She felt the rought hands and the shivering Kasturi. And in a moment, Imana got up, shook the soft-handed Nirnaya and went away with the crushed pride......

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Random Comparison - I

Virtual is real:
You see the carton channels and worry about the super hero who dies or gets bruised...

Real is virtual:
Your mom pleads you to help her during her illness and you make it unheard!!

Sometimes we dont know what we are scribbling and then we realise, Oh! i have written this... something like tht, this came in....

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Hurray!! my first Tanjore painting..

Hi ppl,
As I was saying in my post about my first Tanjore painting, I finished and got it framed atlast!! :) :) :) n here'snap of how Ganeshji looks.....

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

MY LOVE.....

My first romantic poem in my blog..... Hope you will enjoy this....

His hands and mine, were equally tight,
Forever, let him be on my side.
He is my faith, he is my love,
He is my shield, he is my soul.
To him, I talked and talked,
But what did I ??

I see me in me, I hate,
I see him in me, best, I rate.
Like the butterflies, over a flower hovering,
He was in the centre and me circling.

I jump with joy,
Of what I cant express.
I jump with a feeling,
A feeling of completness.
I jump with victory,
For I defeated loneliness.
I jump with insanity,
For there is a person to take care.
I jump with all my strength,
For I wont care for myself any more length.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

A New year resolution

In the slums of Mumbai, he lives. Lives with the cause of disturbign others. Comes he there, to his hut, stumbling here and there and then finds a way with great difficulty, through the broken door.

Quarrels, slaps, cries... the neighbours hear, not a new one to them. They come, peep, listen and then go on , for who has the strenght to object???

Then comes a day where over a heap of garbage, he sees children enacting him. With great fury and great insult he snarls them and hits them. To his amazement, he sees his own son in and with no words he goes out from there.

A feeling of shame and regret, he gets. Thinks of throwing the liquid poison, but sees that the next year is heading. So he plans to get rid of it by the next year and in the meanwhile, let him enjoy it.

Next week... With his little son as his guide, he follows, to his house. At a distance on the road, he sees a car. The car moves right, he moves right. The car moves left, he moves left. And besides, the little guide begs his father to follow him.

But the liquid poison got the control and his mind the slave now. The car moves with a great speed and he remains unbalanced. It comes, hits and goes. And the drunker lays down...After an hour or so, someone wakes him up and he checks again and again wether he is alive or not. (If u guess tht he is in heaven or hell..not so!!)

Then he turns around and sees a huge crowd encircling nearby - and there he sees his little guide who could never ever wake up anymore.

And he moans, "Why 2009 took long to come?"

Friday, January 16, 2009


Dear readers...

Wish u a gr8 year ahead...Well u might be thinking, that am wishing so soon ;) ;) You still have 349 days more!! Let these days bring you all the peace and prosperity that you have ever wished for..

Best wishes for the one who has taken resolutions...

Take care.