Bing's sake!

I am quite puzzled while thinking about the Write tribe's Festival of words Day-4 prompt 'music' and as usual my mind became blank. So I shut my computer down, closed my eyes and tried to think about the song that i would appreciate myself for sharing with my readers. A few songs competed but this one came on top! You see...i almost came to tears while reading the song. Yeah! you read it right. I read the song before listening to it and it moved me like anything. To grasp the song you should definitely know the context, so i will try to explain that as briefly as possible.

The protagonist is a member of Rumbar pirates who are known for their music and singing songs. The protagonist especially even fights with music. Don't question the realities here as it is the #1 work of pure fiction and fantasy all over the world! They are on a mission to conquer the worlds toughest ocean called grand line where great treasures and legends are said to be present. On their way to entering the ocean they meet a school of whales of which a baby whale named Laboon gets attracted to the songs and their non-stop singing and follows them. Since the journey in the Grand line will be quite dangerous for such a small whale they decide to depart with it ( They consider him part of their group because he understands human language and intelligent enough to grasp meaning of actions that humans do ) with a promise to return after successfully travelling all the way around Grand line.

During their adventure they encounter enemy pirates who wipes all the Rumbar pirates out. So everyone is going to die except the protagonist because our protagonist Brook ate a cursed devil fruit which lets him have a second life in exchange for not being able to swim. In the last few minutes of their consciousness they sing this song and record it in hope that Laboon gets to listen to them for one last time! Laboon is still waiting for them even after 50 years and Brook didn't forget their promise. ( Don't be shocked by the skeleton...that is our brook with his second life ).

If you read manga of course you would have known about OnePiece. But if not you can read it from here. The series is still ongoing! You will be glad i recommended it!

Credits to Fruit-fragrance from deviant art

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                  I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013. The above post is written for Write tribe's Festival of words Day-4 prompt Music .

The calling!

I roamed in the unknowst roads,

hoping to discover that i have no clue of!

But each time the road diverged,

tempting is the road not taken!

Before i could decide i felt the pull,

of a amiable but powerful stream!

I felt like breathing again,

after catching the whiff of soul!

An all too familiar calling,

of a musty antique book shop!

Picture credits : Sunshine28 , oolostentity , Aconitum-Napellus , gitoku  and creativemikey from Deviantart 

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I wrote the above post for Write tribe's Festival of words Day-3 prompt "Books" .

And....Capsicum it is!

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013.

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I have been in Chennai for an year now but still i am angry at myself for not knowing it better. I can point everything i know in a single para! Don't believe me? Let's see..

There's this nice burger joint in Chennai central though not world famous but still satisfactory and a 'ok' sandwich point nearby and Hotel Saravana Bhavan where there is supposed to be the best sambar in Chennai only i didn't notice it previously but the last few months i couldn't climb the stairs so still sulking for not tasting it. There is also a Thalaipakkatti joint but its is in no way comparable to the quality when i had it in Venkatnarayana rd, Tnagar. Then there is Barbecue nation on the other side of the Tnagar bridge where my friends forgot to mention me about a party since i was working hardcore till 10pm daily. Ever since i am trying to find a good excuse to go there sometime but haven't found any. Near it on the main road there is Murugan Idly hotel in front of which there is a mix-fruit drink stall, the best i have had in years. The best sambar i have had till now would be in Annapurna mess somewhere near Tnagar bus terminal and then there is hotel Buhari for a decent egg biryani on a Sunday afternoon near Audi showroom in west cit nagar. Then there is this best shawarma joint in south west boag road better than the one i had in Pheonix mall in Velacherry. In Thoraipakkam, there is Satpura - one stop parotta mall. And that's pretty much sums it!! You agree right? I infact don't know much! 

At first i thought i should write about what i liked about the above mentioned dishes but after trying a little i found i couldn't possibly do justice to all of them and it will definitely be a long post and half of my readers..that's.. you would lose interest before reading it right? So i decided i should consider just one but am no where near picking one of these. In the end i decided to start thinking about what dish i like the most not just in Chennai and then it hit me. Ofcourse, why didn't i think about it earlier? You see, about two or three years ago i fell in love with Capsicum! When i was visiting a relative of mine in Bangalore i picked it up in the market and from then on its a rollercoaster. I wondered at how i liked all of the varieties that were made with it. How could one vegetable be so awesome? Its the special ingredient of a sandwich (well! Home made one's anyway), Its tastes so good when stuffed and burnt or chopped or fried or cooked and i wouldn't know what else!

Capsicum heaven!

Thank you Corinne Rodrigues for making me realize this through your prompt! Now that i realised, i googled it and found its used most in a lot of awesome Mid-eastern dishes as you can see in the pic above. If you want i have piled up some of these recipe's here and i intend to taste each and every one of them. A quest for a life time! :D

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Picture Credits : Wikipedia, Tarladalal.com, taste.com.au , hark

The above post was written for write tribe's Festival of words - Day 2 prompt Food-food.  

Scrambling memory!

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013. 

I have been blogging to Write tribe prompts recently. Though not as soon as the prompt comes up but before the deadlines anyway. And then this Festival of words came up and since i currently have no work i decided i should follow the week long daily prompts and come up with something creative. But, every time i come up with an idea, i would soon feel that is not so good and we are back to the start. This post took as long as one and half week to come up with. So i dearly hope everyone likes it and at the same time i am baffled about how i am going to come up with anything at all for the rest of the prompts. Here goes nothing! The prompt is "Recalling memories" for Festival of words - Day1!

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It was 11 pm.

The grenade goes off right behind the target and kills him instantly. But Muzammil couldn't get proper cover in time and the blast hit him hard throwing him away. The blast envelopes the room, smoke coming out of everywhere. In the scary dark night, the blast lit like an Olympic torch as if signifying the beginning of an act to decide the fate of billions of people . He hit the wall and is knocked out. If he is not dead by the sheer force of the blast, he is going to die of inhaling that smoke. And the worse part is that he is unconscious to even fight it. His country needs him, now more than ever, but there he lay unconscious.

Just then, as if his fate called upon him, three men with big beards and rifles in their hands burst open the door and are searching for survivors. They quickly carried him downstairs where 2 other men stood guarding and together they disappeared into the secret tunnels. After an hour, he slightly regained consciousness. His whole body is aching, especially the back of his head. He tried to reach it but couldn't. His hands are tied behind him. He thought of standing up but nothing happened. He can't feel his legs at all. He tried to open his eyes but everything is blurry. His mind is totally blank besides the pain. He couldn't think anything at all. His memories seem to have vanished!

Soon people noticed his frantic breathing and surrounded him asking something loudly. He couldn't understand anything at all. But he can hear some noise with blank gaps. His memory is blocked totally. The blast must have affected his hearing and memory or damaged it entirely.  He fell unconscious again.

While he is unconscious he remembered a part of a conversation

..........Now i know for sure that you are an Indian undercover agent  (..in Urdu..)

After that he woke up panting and looked around. As he saw their faces he remembered they are a group of Al qaeda terrorists. And then it came to him that he is a part of that group and he yelled at them.."Why did you tie me up? Omar is an Indian undercover agent and i blasted him to hell because of that". The group muttered among themselves for a long time. They weren't expecting this at all. They were actually planning border shootouts at India so that the peace between the countries gets disrupted which will in-turn result in an emergency meeting for president. The terrorist group planned to blast the whole building to kill every member on the meeting. Then Osama bin laden would take over the country and wage nuclear war on all its enemies. They have already moved their troops to border patrol wiping out the real border patrol at few places already and Omar lead the attacks on some of them. If what Muzammil tells is true, then they might have to execute the plan before schedule!

"What do we do with him?", one of them said.

"Knock him out while we confirm this and inform our brothers. Jihad!"

They knocked him out and one of them went to check Omar's belongings for anything suspicious. Upon receiving the information, the other members decided all possible outcomes. If the government by any chance knows about this, they will definitely wait for the attack to capture all of them and all their effort would be for nothing. But they have planned everything and can't let it go to waste. Even if it means sacrificing some of them, their leader must be alive to take their ideals forward. And so they decided to move their leader Osama to the secret base. In the mean time they found something suspicious in Omar's belongings and decided to trust Muzammil.

They gave muzammil some treatment while he is still knocked out. He is now in bed. He remembered the same conversation but this time it is more clear.

Omar: Now i know for sure that you are an Indian undercover agent

Muzammil: So what? you of all people can't do anything about it. you thought i didn't know?

Omar: I already gave the location of the secret base and they have scheduled an attack at 1 am and all i have to do now is to make an emergency and your dead body will suffice for it

Muzammil: you can't do that! I have duties to my country too

Omar: But my objectives always comes first to me!

...with that omar tried to take his pistol with silencer out but muzammil reacted instantaneously reacted and carefully hit the back of Omar's knee so that he would loose balance. And in that time that omar tried to regain balance, muzammil pulled the granade pin and dropped it and began to run towards the door when the blast hit him!

The memory totally shook him. So both him and Omar are undercover agents working for their own countries! He woke up with a jolt and looked around. A familiar face greeted him and said everything is alright and that they are executing the border attack in an hour. He is overwhelmed by the consequences of what he said previously with out recollecting everything but didn't show it in his face. He faked to rest and began thinking a way to stop the attack. Then he remembered how Omar said they planned an attack on the secret base. He is determined to use the America's attack to delay the ongoing attack on India.

"But how??.....yes! i will do that!"

It is 12:30 am.

Muzammil got up, took his arms and said "I will see if everything is alright!" and went to their base where he found Farookh, the Intel and communication head checking all the details of the attack. He silently locked the door shut and came behind him. He put the silencer on and killed Farookh from behind. He then took control of his comm and issued new orders to the terrorist border troops which says that the Pakistan military troops are forwarding on their west and plan to sneak attack on them because of a leaked Intel. He then ordered the other terrorist border troop to assist the first troop in the attack.

It took at least an hour for them to realize the trap and by then their leader was dead and chaos spread everywhere. He used the chaos to sneak into the Indian embassy and relayed the info to alert the military. America attacked the secret base and killed Osama at the decided time. He succeeded in saving his country just in time! 

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Every day a lot of soldiers put their life on the line to protect millions of innocent and unaware people of such dangers. I wrote this post in honour of those heroes whose stories we know of and whose stories we might never come to know!

Please note that this is a total work of fiction and the names used here are but some names i know and not racial. So, did you like how memory or lack of it lead to evading a major war in my dream world? Please let me know through your comments!

Treasure in the Old mansion

The treasure -  A wednesday prompt

I knew bringing professor Agasa to that parent's meeting was a bad idea. As soon as he heard of the Detective Boys club he had wicked ideas running over in his mind and now i am stuck with these three. A treasure hunt in an old mansion? Seriously? He probably came here last night to set up a fake treasure. I bet the treasure is a bunch of candies. "We are almost there. That one building over there is what i am talking about! The owner was a farmer and a friend of mind. They say that before he died he hid the greater part of his treasure somewhere in that mansion because he didn't want his criminal son claiming it by inheritance and surely he died when his son is still in prison. After he got released, the son stayed here only for a week and left the city to do farming in their family land. so as the owner's old friend i became the guardian of his house. I am sure you boys will find that treasure!" said professor Agasa. Everyone is exited except me ofcourse.

As soon as we entered the mansion, there it is...so obvious...Its 10 30 in the morning but the main clocks showing 6 30 and that too the minutes and hours hands coincide. Let me see what is right under the clock. Its a puzzle ( quickly putting the puzzle pieces together ). It shows the direction of left but there is only stairs there. Lets see what the upstairs is like. (runs upstairs and checks all rooms and stops at a room). Looks like this is the only room whose entrance coincides with the arrow direction. ( Enters room and takes a look. Everything looks dirty except the study table and on it a toy aeroplane ). The aeroplane when looked from top view is an arrow mark so that must mean there is something under the bed (Hidden under the bed is a treasure box. He dragged and opened it). Stuffed toys huh? 

He put the treasure box back and started to come out of the bedroom but something didn't feel right. He looked the room once again. Only this time he found something written on the ceiling. The words were stuffed and formed a rectangle. He checked the racks to look for a mirror. There are none except the one hangin in the room right across the bed. He began to come to a place so that he will be able to see whats written in the mirror. Upon adjusting he found himself lying on the bed, head to the pillow. Its perfectly visible when you sleep on the bed. I see may be that is why the son left the mansion. He couldn't stay here after having to read that everyday.

The writing read,

Forgive you, I might,

When you can prove your might,

show me that i am right,

that i can entrust you with my scythe.

So that is why the son is farming now to prove his own worth to his father. I called professor Agasa and others to show them what i found. "Oh! That treasure is not true after all", he said slighly dejected. So he was expecting to find the real treasure after all. But i still think there is treasure here. While telling his son to be a farmer may be the father's true intention but i dont think he would've said "when you can prove your might". It almost like he is asking his son if he can grom some plants to prove he can.

Wait!Thats it!!! He wants his son to grow some plants where he hid the treasure. And seeing how he is rewarded with the treasure the son would take it as a sign to be a farmer for the rest of his life! yesss....I should do some digging in the backyard! Surely after some digging here and there, there it is, the treasure box, the remaining riches of the father, the treasure!!

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The above post was written for write tribe's wednesday prompt - Treasure . I took inspiration from a manga that i read - Detective Conan . He is a highschool detective who gets stuck with kindergarden children (he becomes one) . Do read if you have time and please comment if you like the post! 

Picture credit - Mirabellatook from deviant art

Thunder of regret and responsibility

What's this pain? I looked around. I was in a hospital, plugged in to a bunch of monitors.I can't lift a finger. It didn't make any sense. I looked furthur. My aunt and my sister were sleeping on the other side of the bedroom. Aunty?Where's mom? Then it came to him, they were dead in an accident few years ago. He became the provider of the family of him and his sister but his sister stayed with his aunt. It wasn't safe in the city. It slowly came back, my accident caused by my rash driving. I looked at my sister...never again! Then I thought I'd do things differently.

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Its a true story. I met his aunt during the time i was in hospital. He came home for some family function in town. Rash driving destroys dreams for you and for others!

Tales of stockmarket!

Although you just met me,
I waited here for an eternity.
Although you aren't my favorite,
I am still your humble servant.
Although people praise me and curse me at the sametime,
I will bestow fortune upon the right mind.
Although you have mixed opinions on me,
I can still make you a king.


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The boy : A Wednesday prompt

      Its almost 9 pm but karthik is still sulking! Why wouldn't they get him the RS helicopter? He said to himself. Its his birthday but his parents disappointed him by bringing Hotwheels track set. He knew its a good gift but too many of his friends already it! How am i going to brag about it?

   He is an only son and is pampered a lot by his parents. May be he saw too much of their love too soon or may be he took them for granted. He loves then a lot but he cant say the same about his grandparents or other relatives. He didn't see them a lot to begin with. His parents are board members of a popular company so they stayed in Delhi while all their relatives are in relatively small cities. He is rich and he gets what he wanted and he knew it! That's probably why he is never grateful for anything. 

His mom came upstairs to bring him to dinner but he wouldn't come until they pleaded and his mom did exactly that. I can always get it afterwards and my classmates don't need to know! He smiled at his cleverness and came downstairs with his mother.

    His father asked, "Why are you not playing with your gift? Its a limited edition too! Don't you like it?"

Limited edition? I didn't know that yayy, but i want the rc helicopter too..he said to himself and replied.. "I am sad because even though i asked for rc helicopter you bought something else. May be you don't love me that much"..he put his head down.

"I wanted to buy you that only but your mom only selected this! "

"So you will buy me that also then?"

His mom came from the kitchen and said...."may be next year".

They just need a little push. He started rubbing both his hands against his eyes and began crying.

"Don't cry now! Your mom is just teasing you. I am going to buy it tomorrow OK? Now show me your smile".

He wiped his tears and ran to hug his father. Yes they loved him so much!

That night they put him to bed in his favourite Ferrari bed and left for a late night flight for a meeting somewhere. They always did that. He is not surprised when he found out the next morning from his nanny. He knew it has always been for him and they will bring a memorabilia from where they went. Little did he know the flight crash-landed and both their parents died in the accident! He started getting ready for school. Just when he is about to bath his aunty and uncle who lives not far away from them came and his aunty hugged him tightly. None of them dared speak but tears were flowing from his aunty and she just wouldn't let go of him. His uncle rubbed his head with his hand and said...Just 8!what should i say to him?. His voice broken and betrayed. Karthik knew something just wasn't right. He wanted to ask what happened? But words weren't coming out. Its probably because his aunt is crying so badly that he is afraid even to ask. Soon a lot of people came and consoled him. He didn't know why but he was crying anyway. His gifts didn't matter anymore, he just want his parents to come home and tell him that everything is alright...mother..."where is my mother and father?" ..He asked. He didn't know who he is asking but it didn't matter. He asked again and again and again...at last his aunty said they went to another town for a meeting....he didn't believe her! "Then why are you crying?" She couldn't hold it any longer and cried again! His mother was her best friend after all. After sometime they put his parents photo in the hall with a garland around it. He knew what that meant but he just couldn't believe it! He stopped asking! Tears started to flow intensely. He just sat there and cried and cried and cried..he only slept when he could no longer cry. He woke up several hours later and cried again! Its been 10 days already. His grandparents couldn't leave him alone and took him with them. It didn't matter to stay there anymore. His parents are not coming back. Nothing mattered anymore. He never let any others get close to him. He didn't have close friends or cousins. He never gave them a chance. And now his life is but empty.

      After a month, he still felt empty but didn't cry anymore. His grandfather took it as a good sign and joined him into a nearby school. Karthik didn't complain. He got ready in his school uniform and started heading towards school. His grandpa showed him the way the previous day.

On his way, all his old school memories flashed by. He always separated himself from others because he is rich. While everyone cracked jokes with each other he only spoke to them about his new toys or his parents new car and discouraged others from talking to him at all. He decided he want to make some friends this time. He was distracted in his thoughts and didn't notice school passing by. He walked a little further when 2 students stopped him.

"Are you going to Vidhyashram central?" She said

"Yes!" How does she know? It must be the dress code.

"Are you a new student? Late entry?" He asked

"Yes! How did u know?" Are they psychic?

"Because you just crossed our school. Come with us. Which class?"

"3rd standard..."

"Oh our class? Okay come on i will show you the way."

He followed them without speaking anymore. Just when he is about to enter the classroom, he asked "where are the toilets?" She absent mindedly pointed to their right.. "At the end"..she said.

He turned and walked. She put her bag down and sat to take a breath and suddenly realized her mistake. Its the girl's bathroom! She ran towards him. The other student also ran seeing her. Karthik is almost there when a senior student stopped him and said..."Are you going to the toilet?" and started grinning. Why is that funny? Aren't students allowed to go? He started to ask when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see who it is. She said.."shut up! We are going to that water purifier to drink water" pointing to almost hidden water purifier. He gave a look and left. When he left she said "sorry! The gents bathroom is on the opposite side". Oh! So that's it! He said Thanks and smiled. She smiled too and said "what's your name friend?"

"Karthik.."

"Hi! I am vinisha and that's my brother venu". They don't resemble each other at all but he didn't point out like the old he would have done...instead he looked at them and said to himself...Yes!They are his chance!

        They did everything together. Time seemed to fly when he is with them. They laughed and cracked jokes at each other. They ganged and teased others. It was a lot of fun! An year passed by! Vinisha came first in class and venu second but he came in some tenth place. But he didn't care. After a month, suddenly its their parents death anniversary. He became sad but he told his parents about his friends. He wanted to share his feelings with his friends and quickly came to school. He waited but they didn't come. He felt his heart throb. But he said to himself... They will come tomorrow and i will tell them then!

      The next morning he woke up too early because he couldn't wait to see his friends. Its Saturday, so he wore civil dress. Even though he could wear chappals, he forgot and wore his normal black school shoes. He couldn't think straight! He came to school and waited. They didn't come for the first period. He felt like crying. Then he said to himself...maybe they are playing at our secret place. They used the old city museum which is beyond renovation to play hide and seek. That's right! This is just a game! He thought and ran with his bag to the old building. He called their names but no one responded. He ran and searched all the hiding places. They are not here..

Disappointed he started to come out of the building. Its been a year and nothing changed! Nothing at all! As he  walked out he felt sad, betrayed, helpless. He is about to break into tears. His classteacher saw him walking head downwards towards the classroom.

She is angry at him for going out of school without informing her but she just asked him "what happened?"

"They are not coming!" He said crying..."vinni and venu are not coming". She knew how close they were. She said..."Didn't you know? Vinisha and venu are orphans who are studying here courtesy to some social organization and since they topped they topped the class they were taken to an award function in another city. They will only come on Monday".

So they didn't leave him. He is happy and his eyes gave it away! He hugged her and rubbed his tears off against her saree. She seemed like an angel from heaven. She said..."silly boy! You shouldn't cry like that or i will tell your friends!" He smiled and went back to the classroom happy.

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The above post was written for write tribe prompt The boy!

Picture credit :  Morgue file ( http://mrg.bz/jnYWqY )

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At first i didn't know what to write. Since its my first story prompt and picture prompt i wanted to give it a good feel and this is what happened!Hope you like it! I also wanted to elevate the importance of non-profit social organizations that are making education possible for a lot of people. If possible please donate and support such organizations. I saw previously when KFC started donating 10 rupees for every order on customers behalf, some people didn't want to. I am not judging but please dont think twice when contributing to a good cause.

All good that you do will come back one way or another!

Twist of fate

The book centuries old,
the first copy ever made,
passed down through his will,
as planned for the greater good,
to overcome the gravest circumstances.

To the fated students he entrusted,
to make the right choice,
the gravity of each overwhelming,
the way to destroy evil, and
the temptation to conquer death.

As she opened the old book,
rare, torn and broken,
its mystique made known,

The deathly Hallows

by the smell of old book,
captivating and enchanting.

There it laid bare,
the key to it all,
though scribbled in code,
for them to unfold,
the guiding light to their destiny!

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The above post was written for the Write tribe's the smell of old books prompt
Inspiration: "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" from Harry Potter series

Picture Credit :: neverxlight.deviantart.com

Had i looked back - 100 words on a saturday

         Had i looked back i would've seen my father regret his fury, 

                  the kind which prompted him to shoot himself.

         Had i looked back i would have seen my sister-in-law accidentally die from misfire, 

                  the consequences of which bought burning sadness on her son and the rest.

         Had i looked back i would have foreseen the unintended mental destruction my family underwent for 25 years, 

                  the kind which i would never have let them face alone for even a second.

         Had i looked back, I would never have left!

                  How i wish i could go back in time!

(The above post has been written for Write tribe's 100 words on a Saturday 's prompt " Had I looked back" which has been given by Nischala who blogs at Verve. )

P.S. This is my first time writing for Write tribe. The concept is from the telugu movie "Attharintiki daredi".