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Bringing sexy back
2008-02-05 06:38:00
The first time I saw you I knew I was in love.It was late and dark - do you remember?The first time I saw you, was in that red outfit - stunning.It was at that party - the ones I usually don't attend.The first time I saw you, you saw me.We stood there for a whole minute, speechless.The first time I saw you, we talked, hours and hours.Night went, and dawn arrived.The first time I saw you, I fell asleep in your arms.I only woke up the next morning.The first time I saw you, we connected.I knew you were just like me and that we were perfect for each other.The last time I saw you, at that party - you were wearing that red dress. We talked for so long. We were perfect for each other. Do you remember?Where have you gone?
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Its Just Those Rainy Days...
2008-02-05 06:11:00
Mischievous rain drops trickling down the window pane woke her up late one night. Still half asleep she lazily shoved the blind with one hand and peeked outside. It was still dark and raining heavily. She could make out the outlines of the street lights and ups and downs of the pathways through the dense raindrops.Then, all of a sudden, her gaze froze at the scene. She looked outside and a weird sensation surrounded her. She couldn’t bear to see the lovely rain any longer. She tossed the window blind back into place and put her head back on the pillow. Sleep was far from her eyes then. They were wide open.It was a the same window, the same rain and the same view except that it had been closer to dawn. There was some light outside, as the sun was struggling to come out from behind the clouds and the rain made everything look all the more beautiful and mesmerizing. She was lying on his chest with one of his arms around her and the other holding the blind up to see the rain.He was de...
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A Mail from Cupid !
2008-02-03 16:20:00
Dear Tapas,Before I start pouring over you my sorry fate, please help your eyeballs through these messages:-Conversation-1 :Loving the "body"."Oh my love ,I love your hair so much.Just give me some time and I am sure, by the end of the year I will reach your heart.Till then-I am so in love with your hair.""Honey,I know.But make it quick coz there's someone else who loves my eyes and he is moving really fast.And by the way your six packs have reduced to four,that guy is trying for 8-packs !!! "Conversation-2:Loving the "brain"."I love my boyfriend so much.Do you know ,he is an IITian !""Hah ! Mine is in Philadelphia doing some research .""Oh ! You are so lucky.Your love is "better" than me."Conversation-3:Loving the "style""Cool man ! Your gurl's so cool.At least she knows the rite way to sit on the bike.Meri waali feels so embarrassed!She sits at least 10 inches back.Sometimes I forget if someone is on the seat or not.Ask ur girl to give her some lessons,may be on her scooty. "N...
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Yes.I loved...
2008-02-02 14:06:00
Where was I? Why is there so much silence? I missed this place.I know,lost I was in a world of lies.Thought it would be a one way street but never imagined that I would be walking back...alone.Its even more shattering when I find my past linger like a haze in front of me.I wished to go to heaven, but I should have thought for once-"you need to die to go to heaven".The congealed scent of love is slowly fading,the sanguine blood has turned dark;crushed beneath a strange guilt I try to embrace pain ...may be that will tell me if I am alive.The tears still ask my faith a thousand questions.I want to hold my body,I want to love myself.So much pain it took,so many scars it has now.It shivered like a lonely child ,crying for that warmth.And there was no one to swaddle me.The white trail of tears glistening like a dried rivulet of pearls on my cheeks.I want to live now.Live like I have never before.It hasn't changed much,I can still catch-up.The rain waited so long to drench me;I won't ke...

A Letter to my Angel!
2008-02-02 10:18:00
Other men said they have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough. ~ G. Moore ~ Dear Angel , When I looked up in the dictionary to find the meaning of ‘angel’, I found these definitions- · ‘a spiritual being superior to humans in power and intelligence’; · ‘an attendant spirit or guardian’, · ‘a person like an angel (as in looks or behavior), · ‘one (as a backer of a theatrical venture) who aids or supports with money or influence’. I think that you, my angel, is all of the above, yet your simplicity and down to earth attitude is what charms me the most. You have been so affectionate towards me and I wanna thank you for that. You have been my ‘umbrella’ and provided me with all security in this world. You have been unselfishly loyal a...
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This Valentine's Day!
2008-02-01 17:32:00
As I wander through the gallery stores, I see the various gifts designed with the hearts. The cards, the teddy bears and the other materialistic things to show your affection to your love. Well, I believe you don't need to wait for the 14th February to show your devotion to that 'special' person in your life. But still, all those hearts in pink and red leave me depressed, because there was also someone in my life to who I would do anything. Just about anything!And yes, I did. I let him go, for his own sake, partially. I let him go, because he wanted to, and then I realised it was more for my own well being. I never knew how was it to be alone on a Valentin e's Day since I got to know what love or 'dating' is. And it wasn't so early in my life too. It was just about 2 years ago when I came to know what is it like to have someone by my side. Someone who'd be so loving!Everyone has a right to be loved. Love other than the ardor of the relatives, no matter the race, age or fam...

A Lucid Dream
2008-01-31 19:30:00
What is happiness to you? I wonder.If you ask me what happiness is, I would tell you that happiness is right in this very moment. This moment, which is beautiful and pure. This very moment when you sit right next to me, with your legs crossed, and eyes focused on your notebook in your lap. Your mind thinking about nothing but how to solve the logic problem you are working on. You scratch your head from time to time and pinch the pencil in your teeth while drowning yourself deeper into thoughts. A frown appears on your forehead when you struggle with something or get annoyed by my peculiar way of typing and the key strokes causing distraction. I try not to cause any more distractions for you, as I am loving you this very moment- the way you are looking, the way you are sitting and the way various expressions come and go your face. I want this moment to last forever.In every life there are moments that bring it definition.Indeed.It's strange how we have always been able to get comfor...
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Saddening Politics!
2008-01-20 13:46:00
All of us have heard and seen many elections! To lure the voters, we have also seen politicians making a lot many promises, which are indeed the most significant part of an election and the backbone of the campaign on the whole. The promises for new roads, proper water supply or rationing, employment opportunities are a few. But what if the political agenda is ‘circumcision’ and the politician even manages to steal the show for the same reason. Coming to my point directly, I am shocked the way a political issue today turns into a social issue and any social issue is used by the politicians for their voter bank. In our country, we did see the burning Nandigram where a political issue was fuelled into a social issue. And outside our country, let’s take the latest example of Kenya. Kenya is already a destabilized economy. Elections were held in the nation on Dec.27 where two opposition party leaders- Kibaki (whose party saw the electoral victory) and Odinga are at loggerhead...
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Grunt
2008-01-17 20:23:00
While I hate to be the person to burst the balloon, I feel a re-evaluation of our priorities is necessary. We all seem hell-bent on thoroughly criticizing our government and our people. It’s hypocritical, in my opinion, to generalize corruption and greed. A few (even many) wayward politicians do not warrant a sign-off on the whole Indian political system. We are no different from the media if all we do is pick out the faults of our government and beat it around until we find something else to drone on about. My opinions are usually strong, and I hope nobody takes offence, but I believe that if you want something done, you really should do it yourself. I know very few of the current intelligentsia that vote; and those that do vote, vote randomly, or with ulterior motives. I would really like to know how many of you voted, or plan to vote, and who it is that you voted for (and why?) because I think that if we can’t come to evaluate our candidates with an unbiased viewpoint,...

Slaves Again
2008-01-17 08:41:00
As a new year arrived and made itself comfortable, three thinkers – two of my friends and I – decided to offer it a beverage as a mark of our hospitality to guests…a stimulant…a stimulating conversation. Presented here is the decoction from one of the threads and the coffee I prepared thereafter.We were talking about the status quo of the Indian Government. It is common knowledge that today the government is concerned only about staying in power and all its actions and decisions are aligned towards that singular purpose. No policy is examined from the perspective of whether it is beneficial or harmful but rather whether it will help uphold their image, whether it will help garner votes and create long-standing vote-banks. Consequently, either age-old policies are continued with for the fear of upsetting a multitude of maniacs who will go on rampage in revolt or, worse still, retrogressive policies are brought-in in the name of equality, fairness and justice. The Opposition t...
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*** Phoren I Am NOT! ***
2008-01-16 14:30:00
It all started when I first told my friends-"I love Hollywood Movies (!)".The moment the last word bid goodbye to my lips,all the eyes around me felt the twitch in their muscles,brows furrowed,eyes piercing ;one of them shot-"Style maarta hai.Angreji films dekhta hai,hayen !!!" This made me dig a grave then and there and I paid the homage to the list of my favourite movies which I was about to read out.That was the last time I "disclosed" my sins of watching hollywood flicks and even greater a sin of listening to their music !(India is a country where quite a number of people go Ga Ga over Italian and phoren fashion but there are a few Desh Bhakts who think and claim that Gucci was the son of an Indian Jute farmer who was kicked out of India just because he was found adulterating khadi with silk (and thus murdering the Swadeshic Textile Industry !).This is India with a moral brigade strong enough to force Archies stores to stay open 364 days a year but on 14th February.They can sell...

just not a dream!
2008-01-14 20:15:00
I don’t know what’s happening to Politics around the world. But I do know little bit about what’s happening in India and a little more in Karnataka – my homeland. Karnataka at the moment does not have a chief minister. For a common man it is not at all making any difference. The life is just going on fine like it used to be earlier too. Though this leaves me with a question why to have one, because my inclination and knowledge is not at all towards “politics”, I don’t tend to debate on the brickbats of my own question.All that I’m worried of is – a great place to live in. Not just for me – for everybody around me. I don’t want to see kids begging near the traffic junction nor I want anybody living in slums. I want each and every woman here in this country to step out of home peacefully at any hour and get back home – safely. I want each and everybody get 3 square meals a day and a peaceful sleep end of the day. I want each and everybody to get acces...
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House On Fire!
2008-01-08 07:08:00
House on Fire . Not an essay anymore. What he saw was ridiculous and more ridiculous was his helplessness. Lying at the pavement, blood soaked his face and his shirt was ripped from the collar till the ribs. Scars were visible. Blood and dirt mixed together, reminding him of his human basicity. Three, four young fellows rushed on without noticing him, as if he wasn't a human but a dustbin about which no one really cares until and unless garbage rots in it and create a foul smell. A mob...he could sense a mob was coming that way. Footsteps echoed and faded. He looked towards the sky remembering his God. The blue color of sky also started melting into crimson red, light yellow.He shirked from the thought of her. His house was on fire when he returned to take her away. He peeked into the window and all what he saw was a glimpse of her hand that held the pallu of her red-yellow sari...trying... to fight the fire...shrieking, crying out for help. He felt the same amount of heat which boi...
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Unbreakable
2007-12-29 23:12:00
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The Last Laugh
2007-12-27 13:46:00
I am dead, almost. But why, what had happened? Memory fails me. With an immense effort I lift my eyelids, the harsh light of the room blinding my eyes I search for the picture; Pari being kissed by Suresh and me on each of her cheek. It was the picture I opened my eyes to every morning, Pari’s kohl lined light-brown eyes shone through the picture even now. Dressed in a baby pink frock with puffed sleeves, her scarce but curly hair (unruly even then) scrupulously tied into two fountain ponies, and a toothless grin that could captivate anyone, she was the cutest baby ever, as every baby on the face of this earth is.The picture was taken two years back, when Pari was barely 4-5 months old, it was her first picture in the studio, her eyes had danced from one flashlight to the other and then to the camera, hardly resting in one place. But how had she posed and given the best of her smiles when the photographer was ready to take the picture, as if she understood fully well what was happ...
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The Painted Veil
2007-12-21 18:36:00
In our part of the world marriage is considered 'the only' solution to your otherwise problematic existence. May be new problems make them forget the old ones. AND match making is one of the favorite hobbies of people here. A rich and well-settled (preferably abroad) husband…. also educated – depending upon their definition of 'an educated person'…. is considered an 'ideal' one. It doesn't matter whether our mr. perfect is a person of intellect or carries a soul inside….. yeah, after meeting so many conscienceless people I have come to believe that body and soul can exist without each other.He might be 'an ideal husband' for a girl whose thoughts begin with patiala shalwar (with very short shirt) and end at the stories published in local women digests – whose life revolves around latest romantic Indian flicks and saas bahu soaps.But for a girl who thinks there is more to life than eating out and getting dressed all the time, who believes that relationships are no...
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What's Love Got To Do With It?
2007-12-17 08:46:00
A New Year is around the corner and one of the first western festivals that we will be celebrating in the New Year (apart from New Year’s Day itself) will be Valentine’s Day. Now this has long been the eyesore for a multitude of Indians and they have been worried about immorality and the western concept of love infiltrating our culture. Of course, all Indian love stories are exempt from any compliance with morality (as defined today by the masses – dating included FYI) and are above and beyond all verification. Why don’t we begin with the Mahabharata – the book most Indians will swear by:While on a hunting trip, King Dushyant of the Puru dynasty meets the hermit-girl Shakuntala. They fall in love with each other and, in the absence of her father, Shakuntala weds the king in a ceremony of 'Ghandharva', a form of marriage by mutual consent with mother Nature as the witness.Today, the concept of being in love and love marriage is looked down upon by our society as they cry ...
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Soul On Sale
2007-12-10 18:30:00
"And He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done"Genesis 2:2He should not have. He created humans on the sixth day to have dominion over land and sea and all the creatures there shall be. He created us in His own image. Did he forget to fill our hearts with the same mercy and compassion?Today is World Human Rights Day. It is the day the Human Rights Charter was adopted by the United Nations. Have we ever wondered for whom? Certainly not for those mute birds and animals or immobile plants. Ironically and tragically enough, the Human Rights Charter has been adopted for humans.Civic laws may be different everywhere but how one human being should treat another universal principle. All the religions have the same fundamentals. We are the descendants of Rama, Krishna, Jesus, Guru Nanak, Mohammed, Buddha and Mahaveer. Yet, we need to be told how our fellows must be treated. They died telling us to respect our women. Yet, men beat their wives in inebriated condition, ov...
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Euthanasia
2007-12-04 05:12:00
When we think of this word, certain points emerge from our consideration. What spontaneously comes to my mind is 'Mercy killing'. Yeah, I'm for mercy killing. I somehow find these bunch of guys silly...the ones who are against euthanasia. I can't banish their perspective either but one thing's for sure...they'll have to accept the fact, eventually. People happen to be against Euthanasia , I don't know why. This comes out from my heart. It's true! Life is God's gift, we have no right to take it away but forget not, Euthanasia means 'Mercy killing', most likely the word 'killing' catches the eye and not 'mercy'.. I would have strongly been against it had people wanted to give up their lives because of family or monetary problems. This ain't for losers but for people suffering from incurable diseases. Imagine the pitiable state of a patient suffering everyday, every moment, crying in pain helplessly. He has no other option. He knows he's gonna die soon but then why bein...

Growing Early Or Lost Innocence?
2007-11-29 14:57:00
A cousin of mine was shocked when her elder daughter (studying in eight class) came to her and asked, “Mom, is it important to have a boyfriend, does that make one look more cool and wanted?” She was dumb and even after reflecting a lot on what kind of an answer this question should have, she preferred to remain silent. Not that she could not have made her daughter understand (maybe she even did later on) but what bothered her was how life has changed and how kids are no longer kids. Kids are no more kids. Ludos and dolls have been replaced with online games, gizmos and iPods. They are brand-conscious, aware of the latest trends, concerned about their looks and even love to party, and the lot is of an average age below 15. We may be bragging about the developments of our country, the latest technical innovations but somewhere aren’t we all guilty of taking childhood away from those grown up children? Where a few parents blame themselves, some put it on the age and fast lif...
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Rolled Down
2007-11-26 08:42:00
She startled me . I dropped my Mocha. That was the last thing I needed after a long day. I was furious and did not want to spare a single rupee for a smelly street urchin who had ruined my perfect coffee . She wasn't among the ones who give up easily. She persisted. I screamed at her . The loudest I ever had. I sat back in my car . Rolled up the window . She spat on the window. She had second thoughts about ruining a perfect Sunday and spending a day in a remote village teaching kids.Sure she had always wanted to do this . She found about ASHA a month ago.Now there she was . A hot day . She wished for rain , so that they would cancel the whole thing.But she knew it wouldn't. I had detailed and washed my car just the other day . I was furious.They were all of the 20 kids. Some of them bored .Some of them eager . Some of them just glad that they didn't have to work that day.She was struggling to think of a Hindi word for 'addition' .And then one of the kids asked her (in Hi...

The Cost Of Happiness
2007-11-17 17:51:00
May 2005, Scene - College Atrium near the Utilities Shop. Me and a group of friends killing time like you always do in colleges.What were we doing? Nothing specific, just chatting and sipping cola (or was it a juice?), in that usual hustle and bustle of college I happened to notice a small young girl of maybe 5-6 years of age covered in a bedsheet, perhaps one of the numerous children of the construction workers working at our college, scavenging the garbage bin of the Utilities shop for some eatable. Suddenly she was warded off rudely by the shopkeeper, terrified, she ran away. Ideally I wouldn't have bothered to do anything about it, it was all so normal to see, this happens everywhere. But that day I moved, I could sense that the child wished to have something nice to eat, my friends stopped and stared at me because I left the conversation in the middle. I went to the shop bought 4 rupees worth of eclairs, and ran after that child. The girl had reached the water cooler and was q...
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Dancers In The Dark
2007-11-14 12:26:00
I gazed silently at those nimble pair of legs which moved in haste. A few steps forward, then a quick flip. A moment later, bending on the gravelly surface and writhing back and forth through a hoopla, without so much as to touch it. Pushing it aside the next moment, sprinting forward and taking a gravity defying somersault again. A young girl of the same age, fidgeted nearby, playing a small dhol tied to her neck and singing to the tunes of popular bollywood numbers. Another kid belonging to the same clan looked on, waiting for his turn next. I felt as if every single act of theirs, was smeared in a monotonous semblance. But then, it was their conditioning which blurred such an axiomatic display to a large extent. Helplessly I watched, however trying not to, at times. A sight as such made me dwell earnestly on the cruelties meted out to such pitiable young souls, clinging to a parallel world soaked in abject poverty and hopelessness. It was a difficult sight to construe. Disturb...
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I am Smriti
2007-11-13 09:23:00
I am Smriti, remembrance, that’s what my name means, and that how I live these days, in the past. I came to Bangalore a few days back, I never wanted to leave my village, I loved our battered but cosy home, the generous mango tree in our backyard, the winding road that led to the village pond, the village school were Neeru (Neeraj my lil’ brother) and I used to study…When Ma* told me we were going to the city, I refused straightaway, Neeru also started crying, Ma said we didn’t have money and Hari kaka* had found a job for Baba in the city. I broke my gullock* and gave Ma the money I had saved for lac bangles and a pair of dolls I wanted to buy during the Shivratri Mela*. (Ohh! How colorful and lively the mela used to be? ) Ma hugged me lovingly and explained to me that the money wouldn’t even be enough for the train tickets. Neeru and I got excited at the mention of trains, we had never been on one before. We used to wake up to the whistle of the passenger train that pass...

MaKe A cHaNge tHis DiwAli
2007-11-05 18:50:00
Diwali. The word in itself conjures up a phase of unhindered celebration. All the mirth and jamboree amidst this glowing festival of lights! A time when people criss cross all caste and religious borders and come together to mingle in such an euphoric fete. Money does play an important role and hence people seek the blessings of goddess Lakshmi. The lure of money takes precedence in most minds. Come to think of it. On such a festive occasion, getting a bonus is the norm at most workplaces. (For me a 'bonus' boils down to 'an extra amount' of pocket money). Accumulation of wealth does lead one to go on a spending spree. Nowadays, considering the level & amount of disposable incomes, buying on instinct is what matters rather than just the need to buy. Quite true. But before buying that pair of jeans or just another pair of shoes the next time you go shopping, stop for a while and ponder. Do you really require it? Would you really be happy or is it just a means to satiate your ...
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A Fading Light!
2007-11-03 17:46:00
Diya, she was named! Diya which signifies light but ironically her fate made her the carriage of darkness for her family! Her mother loved her initially but couldn’t tell her, she wouldn’t have understood anyways. Then it was her father and grandma, who were expecting a male child. As if this wasn’t enough, fate played another joke, she was blind. With four more girls, her mother soon started hating her, cursing her and telling her that she was the cause of all the troubles, all this now, when she was able to understand! How much her mother wanted her to die, but she grew up, thin, lean, with a pale skin like withered leaves, rotting in the soil, with freckles all over, like a seventy year old, she grew up with the eternal wheel of time. Time flew…Her father was no more in a job, all what he did now was drinking and drinking endlessly. A mother with a burden of four girls and one blind girl, she thought of nothing but of ways to live, to survive. All the five girls were...
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The Ring Of Life
2007-11-02 06:48:00
The lazy December Sun removed the black coverlet it slept under and as it yawned, the first rays of sunshine peeped into Firozabad and hesitated to announce the arrival of the day. It was a new day in the December of 1985. These were also the sunrays of hope for two families in Firozabad – Isha brought joy to Mr. And Mrs. Sinha, then childless for 11 years; Asha brought another bread earner to a five-member family of Bangle makers. And both began their journey towards their destiny… Isha started growing up with the entire household dancing attendance upon her at every instant. Asha was another burden on a family already struggling to make the ends meet. There was no food in the house on most days and not enough clothes for the baby. So, there she was – a hungry, naked baby – whose only purpose was to grow up and get to work. As a toddler, Isha disliked milk and would make every attempt to avoid that glass of milk every night. Soon she discovered a way that saved...
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The Power Of 'We'
2007-10-31 14:00:00
Not long ago, an experiment was conducted wherein thousands of people jumped at the same time. The impact generated, was measured through a seismograph. The human aggregate needed to know if they could cause a magnanimous entity like the Earth to wobble by the sheer power of numbers. Apparently, they tasted success and their united efforts resulted in tremors measurable by the seismograph.‘Writers Blend’ is an experiment too. An honest endeavour to rope in enterprising and diversified writers under one umbrella. Can we all, by the sheer power of our voices, cause an everlasting sonic boom in blogspace? Can we make a difference? Sure we can. Never should anyone underestimate the power of wordplay.A lot has been said about the power of the written word; If a well composed article makes its reader think and agitates his/her thoughts, then it’s a purpose well served. Capitalising on one’s deep thoughts and feelings is essential for penning a good write-up. This is precisely what...
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