Alien

Transcending itself

to the center

for seizing universe.

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Mistaken creatures

living by themselves

waiting to be discovered.

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Why you must find us?

Our secrets

are meant to be.

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Galactic hunters

salvaging planets

turn by turn.

Inspired by the theme at

When love was the only option.

Cold winds, darker and longer nights were the scenes that were setting up in Ahmedabad, much like Zeeshan's life. Zeeshan was a 26 year old Project Manager in one of the software companies. Being a software techie for a very long time he was quite a senoir in the office with a handsome salary, a beautiful home, loving parents, and a decent group of friends.Life was going on a smooth phase for him. BUT he was slowly reaching the so-called MARRIAGEABLE AGE of his life, and his parents were creating profiles all over the matrimonial sites, arranging meetings with girls and so on

SOAK NO MORE

Once upon a time, in a faraway world, there was a small place called LALA land with a population of only 3000. The people there were always united together, enjoyed and played with each other, went out to different places, and lived in peace and harmony. There was only one problem that prevailed there. The women folk of the town used to get very tired of the constant soaking of clothes while washing them and still the clothes would not get cleaned properly.This was a problem that persisted for a long time and still they did not find a solution to the problem.

Green

The nature creates

while the man

destroys.

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The sun rises

drops falls

greens shine.

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Green meets blue

land rises

mankind thrives.

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Travelling places

to soothe the eye

with green.

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Giving out life

at every moment

still targeted.

Teenager's Point on Marriage.

It was a regular day for me. Returning from college, throwing my backpack on the sofa, rushing upstairs with my food to find solace with my laptop and the blogging world, I was introduced to 3 months ago by a dear friend. Slowly, the addiction of FaceBook tranformed into Blogger, WordPress, IndiBlogger and BlogAdda. Getting back to that day, I quickly opened up the tabs to these sites, and 

VOILA!! 

Independence Day: Just another status or a tribute to the lives laid down?

*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*. 

Waking my lazy ass up from hibernation, my phone's annoying message tone displayed a "NEW TEXT MESSAGE" from Facebook. *Sigh*. I should have paid heed to my friends advice against enabling message notifications. With one eye open I read the so called notification which read:" Rahul has tagged a photo of you". I was about to break my wall with the NOKIA I had, when another one of those messages popped up displaying some user's comment saying: "HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO YOU TOO". Oh right!! Today is Independence Day. 

Happy Independence Day to You folks.

So today is the day when FaceBook and Twitter is flooded with statuses, pictures, videos all saying Happy Independence Day, tagging each other merrily and then commenting on each other's Independence Day images, message "How they are proud of India" to all their contacts. Sure the day is of immense importance to India and it's citizens, but are you sure that the amount of lives that were sacrificed to achieve the Independence and throw out the British can be  justified merely with a status and an image getting hundreds of likes and comments or the 66% sale adverts which are thrown in with the newspaper, the new ice cream flavors with colors matching to that of Indian flag are launched,  or by the tricolor sticking to the glasses of showrooms, or  by decking up mannequins with the tri-colored clothes.Somehow, on Independence Day everyone shows off the patriotism to show that they really care, buy those plastic flags from the cross-roads, listen to patriotic music, watch Border, Gadar, LOC Kargil in their AC fitted rooms munching to Vadilal's tri colored-ice creams and update statuses and tweet about the day and then the next day dump those flags beside the first dustbin they get on their way to office. Is this how the patriotism is shown towards a country for which their ancestors fought so hard? Can the lives of those valiant soldiers be compensated for a tweet or a status update? For a true citizen who is REALLY PROUD of his/her country,  shouldn't the patriotic feelings remains all throughout the year not just come out of the shell on Independence Day and Republic Day?

Soul..!!

Souls

sitting by tombstones

unable to fly.

~~~~

Desires

leave the soul

hungry forever.

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Losing the body

climbing the ladder

to heaven.

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Nature,

mesmerizing the heart

purifying the soul.

Tea for two and a piece of cake- Book review

Tea for two and a piece of cake- A title that caught my eye and so I decided to read it. And the way Preeti Shenoy revolved the story around Nisha, Sameer and Akash is completely amazing. She manages the reader to grip onto the book and not leave it till you complete it.

Nisha(a Beautiful, young and suave girl) and Sameer(a handsome young businessman) are the protagonist of the book. They both together have a  story book love marriage, but slowly the love from the marriage fades away, and Sameer moves to a younger and beautiful girl Maya leaving Nisha fending for herself and her two children. Nisha is completely lost, feels betrayed and tries to gather the broken pieces of her heart and life. As she see-saws through a series of emotions and feelings of pain and rejection, she finds Akash, an old friend, standing next to her through her dark days. And sets up "The Saucepan"- a place providing gourmet food for high end parties and gatherings, working out all the troubles and glitches with Akash being her moral supporter. Just when she thought her life was getting back on the tracks, another huge jolt shockes her in the form of her neighbor's death and Akash moving to Pondicherry for work commitments. Is she able to come out of this shock? Read the book to find out. :)

My rating: 3.5/5.

So is it worth the 125 bucks? Hell yeah!! Go ahead and enjoy the book.

Preeti Shenoy has a way of writing which helps the user to relate to every situation in the book. You may find this one an interesting book to read. Other of Preeti Shenoys's books are: 34 Bubble gums and Candies and Life is What You Make of It.

Alone..!!

Alone

In the sea of people

I stand.

Inspire Me/ Challenge me- Inspirame

Evening Sunset closes by..!!!

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 30; the thirtieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Shades of orange by Harsha Chittar

Courtesy- Curious Dino

Strolling in the shadow of dusky light

Orange hue above a beautiful sight

People in watching, all quiet alone

Afraid of no warning or gentle atone

Balmy breeze of autumn fading away

waves gushing across the shore

The mighty sun drowning in the ocean

As young heads play with sparkling water

The old ones sit and watchthe palm trees that bend over beautifully

Whispering grass, musty and sweet.

Fragrance of flowers, odors of peat

Shimmering gold from the trees

In the evening sunset, close of the day

A wise owl that hoots, has nothing to say

Peaceful and tranquil now hazing away

Such wonderful sights to end a day.

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Inspire Me/ Challenge me- Inspirame

80th Birthday

80th birthday,

flickering candles,

unable to blow out.

Inspire Me/ Challenge me- Inspirame

you..!!

I once stood bewildered upon a stone
watching the sol drown over horizon
I let myself fly,
I know I would never cry,
Having you standing by.

The moment I see you smile,
the world becomes a better place.
Hearing you laugh
melts out every possible pain I ever had.
Those glowing cheeks that blow up
everytime you smile
makes my heart skip a beat.
In your eyes I am lost
And in your soul I wish to be a ghost
So I can stay there forever,
and travel with you everywhere.

Everyday, ever night.
I long for your presence
and linger in your essence.

You stole my heart, my mind and my soul
You took the main role.
As I stand with you
your fingers interlocked with mine
I cannot help but wonder
How can a stranger somehow be
the most glorified person of my life?

I wonder...!!

I wonder upon thee sky
of the quest of life
beset upon me.
of all the troubles overcomed
the path yet to unfurl
the truly glorious moments
of the past
and the happiness ensured further.
of all the unraveled treasure
the jewels it will hold
and the trouble it will hold

I wonder upon thee sky,
Is it worth to keep travelling
or should I go back to the start?

the boarding lounge..!!

Flight no.KF174 heading towards New Delhi has been delayed for 2 hours. It will now arrive at 1730 hours and depart at 1800 hours.

"Damn man!! What am I supposed to do for another two hours?"

The hurricane lashed out all along America, delaying flights and my plans of travelling back home.

 Having no choice other than waiting, I started towards the waiting area, picked up some magazines on the way, wondering how to while away two hours with no almost no battery in my smartphone. Just Another day in paradise.

Making myself at home in the lounge area, I started flipping through the magazine. Soon, the magazine got boring, and I flipped around checking out the airport like I had something better to do.

Suddenly, my eyes diverted towards this young Indian girl, and an unearthly chill settled down upon me. I mean, I'm one of those guys who never believed in those "LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT' stuff, but seeing that girl sitting right in front of me, completely oblivious to the world, headphones plugged in, a MILLS-AND-BOON in her hand, beautiful hair curling down at the ends with a little tinge of golden in a world of black, those big eyes filled with innocence giving a hint of her innocence, the black eye-brows guarding her eyes in an eerie yet amazing way, the lightly freckled face brimming with peace, innocence and compassion. 

The more I tried to avoid looking at her, the more I dwelled into her, her eyes, her thoughts were inviting me towards her, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't in control of myself. All voiced hushed and movement paused, as if time itself did not dare continue its incessant journey in the presence of such a creature. Her beauty was both unnatural and breath-taking-a nightmare in motion yet poetry personified, and none could tear their eyes away from her. From the first moment they were ensnared. They stood no hope of escape. 

Suddenly, those big eyes looked up, catching me completely off-guard. My heart stopped, jaw dropped, but my eyes refused to look away. The eyes met, and a warm feeling surged through my body, a smile appeared out of the blue, and my heart elated. A smile wiped me of my worries, and all I could feel was happiness, love, passion in the world. Seeing her see me like that made me feel on the top of the world. For the first time, I really started to believe all the hype caused by love, the guitars humming, complete elation, no worries, only wish is to be with the other person forever, keep looking and admiring her. That look stopped the time in my world and all I could do was stare directly into her eyes. 

*PASSENGERS FOR FLIGHT NK-54 HEADING TOWARDS MUMBAI ARE REQUESTED TO HEAD TOWARDS THE BOARDING AREA 4, IT IS SCHEDULED TO DEPART IN 10 MINS* The irritating voice ruined the "PERFECT" moment. 

Looking flustered as well as disappointed, she started to wind up her things, and was looking ready to leave. And all that seemed to end up that moment. Watching her pack up her stuff, I opened up my magazine again. *SIGH*

Watching her go, felt like a blow to the heart. Our eyes met again, sadness also developed in her eyes, and there she was. GONE. And I was here with my stupid magazine. i again looked at the seat where she was seated just a few minutes back, and suddenly my eyes diverted towards the book she was reading. Getting up almost instantly, I grabbed that book and flipped to the last page, and there it was scribbled, Her name along with her phone no. And once again, that happiness and warmth surged through my body. FOr the first time in my life, I believed what it is like to be in love, and the notion of LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT, is correct.

Two minutes..!!

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 29; the 29th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'TWO MINUTES'.

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 29; the 29th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The topic for this month is TWO MINUTES

TEARS

Tearing apart the heart

Emptying out the emotions

Agonizing the person

Releasing the pain

Silently withering away.

Acrostic: TEARS

those days..!!

There is a universal truth we all have to face whether we want to or not. Everything eventually ends. As much as I’ve looked forward to this day, I’ve always disliked endings. The last day of summer, the final chapter of a great book, parting ways with a close friend. But endings are inevitable. Leaves fall, we close the book, you say goodbye. Today is one of those days for us. Today we say goodbye to everything that was familiar everything that was comfortable. We’re moving on. But just because we are leaving, and that hurts, there are some people who are so much a part of us they’ll be with us no matter what. They are our solid ground, our north star. And the small clear voices in our hearts that will be with us. Always.

The only escape..!!

*YOU ARE NOT SELECTED*

As the website displayed Aditya's rank, he let out a sigh. He thought everything would be perfect after these results would be declared. He had imagined all those happy scenarios where his parents, his family, friends etc. would all be proud of him. But now since the results were declared, those dreams started to fade away into the darkness.

Another failure in his life. For the past two years, his life had been nothing but a loser's track file. No matter, how hard he worked, no matter how much effort he put, the so called "GOOD FATE" had refused to show up its face to Aditya.

Tense thoughts started to race through his mind, cold sweat developed over his forehead. Fear engulfed all his body. Sitting on his bed, blankly watching at the screen which flashed his failure was all that he could do. He stared in utter disbelief that all that he had waited for since two years all had gone down the drain in a few moments. His whole life was ruined. His phone started to ring, notifications, messages started to creep up, all with by his friends sharing out their success to the world.

memories..!!

The memories that you've left behind,
The memories that tend to swell up my mind,
The memories that invade my heart,
The memories that you've left behind,
The memories that make me smile
are the ones that also make me cry
In times of despair, those are the ones that remind me how far I've come.
and describe the dreadful journey of mine.

Sometimes, the pain is unbearable,
and the world unacceptable.

The way you treated me
The way you broke my heart
Into a million pieces,
left me to gather the pieces.
The broken pieces of my heart
shall never be able to love again.

Now, I am standing here without you.
Thinking of all the ways to avoid the pain seething through me,

I've been wrong.
I've been down,
into the bottom of every bottle.

I cared for you,
gave you all the love I had,
spent sleepless nights for you,
and this is how you repay me.
By walking away.

peTROLLED

INDIA

             -A Nation where Pizza reaches home faster than Ambulance and Police!

                   A nation where you get Car Loan @ 6% but Education Loan @ 12%!
                   A nation where Rice is Rs.4 but Sim card is Rs.10!

A nation where people standing at a tea stall reading an article in a newspaper about child labour can be heard saying "Yaar, bacchho se kaam karwane walo ko to faansi pe chadha dena chaahiye" (People who use child labour should be hanged) and then they shout "Oye, CHHOTU 3 chai la!" (Hey Chhotu, get us three teas - Chhotu being a nickname for a young boy and used as a surrogate for ‘waiter’).

The cut off score.

Sitting on a chair, gazing at the books ahead on the table, mind getting tensed about the results which are gonna wreak a havoc in my life. My attention seeking book, looking at me desperately, as if asking me to read it, play along with it. My brain not giving a shit busing in constructing the scenarios after the result.
*beep* *beep* *beep*. My idiotic cell-phone rings and displays the notification of me being tagged in a note. *Sigh*
Another note.
Another long post.
*beep*beep**beep*. Friend-Do like and comment on the note. Thanks :)

Welcome to the Facebook generation, where people would kill for likes and comments to their posts/nots/status/photos, whatever.

So, taking this as an opportunity to divert my mind from the deadly scenarious my brain coming up with, I decided to give the note a try.
Following was the note.

Sunburn

Being one of the lucky few, me and my friends including Ritvik Gautam and Ashmita srivastava got the free VIP passes to the SUNBURN festival in Goa.Having finished with our exams,we decided to make the best out of this amazing opportunity and the next day we were on our way to GOA- THE BEACH CAPITAL OF INDIA. We went in our car, and the way the roads paved around the mountains, with trees on each side, it felt like a journey to heaven. The journey was fun, and the anticipation of the festival made it more enriching.

Soon having reached Goa, we decided not to waste time, and checking quickly into a Hotel, raced off to the the nearest beach.

Blue sky, scorching sun, blistering heat, people walking barefooted enjoying the feel of the wet sand in their feet, some lazying around on the beach chairs, under the palms enjoying the children making sandcastles, young ups playing water sports, taking dives to cool themselves off. This was just a regular day on the Anjuna Beach in Goa in the middle of summer. 

Sunset

A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east

Closed eyes, cool breeze, evening time, sunset as a view, millions of thought racing past. This was the scene I experienced a few days ago. Feet playing with the wet sand, breeze messing with the hair, and all kind of imaginations getting worked up inside the mind. Complete peace bestowed upon me. All the worries inside me started to fade away along with the sun, it was as if the SUN was going down taking all my worries, insecurities  regarding what lay ahead in my life, and all the weights that kept my mind occupied and made me feel heavy for the past few weeks were finally going down and leaving me calm and at peace. I felt in a world far far away from the real place. A place where people wouldn't be judged on how they look, which color they are, how much marks they score. A place where everyone is happy, helping, caring and nurturing. But sadly there is no such place. Sometime just sitting there makes you feel like no one can ever break you from inside, play with your emotions, and you shall remain strong as ever.

A moment to remember

“We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet.Even longer,' Pooh answered.” 

This was the promise being made by everyone around as they were getting ready to meet each other for the last time. Some with tears, choked throat, wet eyes, constantly reminiscing the old moments, the time they had spent together, the fun they had, the classes they bunked, the punishments they survived together, the lectures they attended, the mid-night talks they had, the constant fights and patch-ups, the joyful rides, the sharing of food, asking for money, the memories that flooded through their minds kept their lips sealed from saying the ultimate word "BYE". Yes this was the scene of the ending moments of the farewell of my 12th grade. The year slipped by quickly, and we were left gasping and wondering about the notion'TIME FLIES WHILE HAVING FUN"

The realization that this was the last time any of us would be attending school was finally sinking in. What a momentous year it had been. Bang on from the first day we knew that fun had no limits this year, we were the kings and the school became our kingdom. Students gave two hoots about what teachers scolded for, they were just busy in making THE FINAL YEAR worth it.

And then the bell went off, students were handed out their admit cards, were wished luck by the teachers, and then in the hall students were given 5 minutes of themselves. Bear hugs all around, promises ranging from 'FRIENDS FOREVER" to "ATLEAST MEETING ONCE A YEAR" to "ALWAYS BEING IN CONTACT" were being made. The school uniforms were being signed by each student, tears flowing uncontrollably, the sadness engulfed everyone around and this amount of silence was never to be seen in the 2011-2012 batch of CLASS XII.

This was day that will always be embedded deep inside my heart, for these were the days that i am really gonna miss when i will be grown up.

AS GANDHIJI ONCE SAID:

“There are no good-byes, where ever you'll be, you'll be in my heart.”

delayed results

These things happen rarely, but when they do, they generate enormous amounts of happiness. As the title suggests, my results have been delayed for about a week...!! So i get another week, before getting compared to other students, get scolded for my marks by the teachers, parents and relatives, high five all my classmates who have scored lower than me, swear at the people who score more marks etc. Results have something which bring out all the feelings inside a person, be it happiness, anger, sadness, or whatnot. Even though sometimes the delayed results increases your anxiousness of your performance, but sometimes it just better to let some things be just a secret.

introduction

A fresh start. After being introduced into the blogging world by Ritvik Gautam, it caught me in its web. Reading all sorts of blog, getting to know different type of people, getting introduced to different and efficient styles of writing attracted me. So i thought why not i also start a blog. So here i am unravelling and unfurling the mystries of life as i move travel in its journey. Hope you guys like it.