Monday, December 2, 2013

My grand weekend!

                 I am almost sad the weekend trip is coming to an end. That is if you call a 4 day trip a weekend trip. Add a day and it might as well be a full week trip right? If its from Monday to Friday that is! But who would make a Monday to Friday trip when 4 more days can be easily added anyway? Unless of course its a business trip but we are talking about a weekend trip. Are there any weekend business trips? I have never heard of one but who knows...mans greed knows no bounds right? You could say that's too much to say about someone working on a weekend but we software guys love our weekends too much to make them business-useful! I suggest there should be a law about it :p

           Oh!wait..back to the current trip..that is my trip that is about to end. Its about to end! Whaaaat? Well i liked it soo much so...saying it twice surely wouldn't make it continue....yeah! I guess..sigh! You were saying....?? Oh yeah! The weekend trip was good...i got that already! I might have to kill you if you say it again... I was about to say why when you rudely interrupted (...adjusting throat ) need some help? I can strangle you if you like it? No thanks! I like my blog be blogged by real human being rather than an alter ego or a ghost. Like thats gonna stop me? Aren't you a handful? (....looking intensely murderous...)

             So about the weekend ...(...feigning disinterest...)... Since its an unplanned journey i had to travel in daytime. Since everyone tells that night travel is best, i took them for granted. Maybe its so if its a bus but since its a train i thought otherwise. Because during night journey everyone is in a hurry to sleep that nothing really happens but this day travel lets us actually talk a little to co-passenger's. But that's not really why it felt good. It felt good because i get to read! During my graduation, i was always able to read a book that i started to the end till i could read. Doing anything in between didn't feel right! But these its become so hard to keep my concentration on reading for the duration of the book because i was getting distracted a lot. I am not sure if its because the books got less interesting or the distractions became more important. So you see the journey during which there is no cell phone signal and hence no calling or texting, no movies to watch well watch comfortably anyway, is perfect for reading books. This combined with the kind of books i get to read is what made this trip special. The first was a marvellous fiction called Enders game about which i already wrote in my previous posts. The second was a book called Chasing Air. When i saw the cover and book name, i didn't know what to expect. But it was rated 4.5 on Amazon so i took it on a whim. But since its a new book, the ratings couldn't be trusted you see. Even if the ratings were true that wouldn't mean i had like the same things everyone else likes so....there were no expectation except one i guess. I wanted this book to be good because i didn't want it to let my Goodreads reading challenge!

          About the book, it was an easy read. The first few chapters were too easy even like a pre-teen language almost but of course the content later on is not so pre-teen or teen. There weren't many twists in the story and also some plot emotions were too artificial like the text is screaming.... (**drum roll**) now its this characters turn to be the person chased by demons of its past.... Also the funny thing is the significance of the name. Surely everyone expects things linked to the name should be awesome but it is just a silly dialogue of heroine which hero remembers and makes her chase air by skydiving with her. Well i expected more although i like skydiving and scubadiving. They are pretty high on my To do list goals!

             Besides the books, very rarely i haven't been that disappointed with myself. Not disappointed but just didn't regret anything. I wasn't that active to be called hyper or that inactive to be a bore. Took some initiations well appreciated by my family and i got to enjoy it too! Believe me, they rarely intersect. Did i say how the stars lined up and i got to catch the train just in time, i almost didn't believe my luck! Being lucky is new and feels good! I wish the streak continues :)

.....in so many words ;) 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Thunder of regret and responsibility

100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe


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!

55 on Friday #WriteTribe


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.


*Conditions Apply

Saturday, November 30, 2013

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!


Friday, November 29, 2013

Ender wonder!

As you know from my previous posts about the reading challenge i have undertaken this, i completed the second book out of pledged 5. The book is Enders game. The book is totally awesome. I read the reprint. The author said she modified some scenes but i dont know which but i am sure it wouldn't have mattered. After a long gap ( of an year) i didn't feel like putting the book down till its over. I read it all the way during the journey but even though i was tired i completed the rest and slept halfway between 3 and 4 in the morning.

Considering that by now all the starship scenario is too familiar i still felt its brilliant. The battleroom concepts totally makes sense so sometime in the future it just might happen. You never know right? If it is in foreseeable future i might change my career to atleast work there or even better be an organizer there of the sorts ( not that i can't be creative enough to be a commander but it wouldn't be fair right? ;) ). Oh shoot!spoiler alert!! I recommend the book to everyone, to those with already amazing creativity and imagination, it is a treat. And too all the others it is an aid!

I just didn't like the last name of hero. His name is Ender wiggin! Ender is kinda cool...like he is the end of discussion...done deal! But wiggin? Freakin wiggin! And there are 3 of them! Spoilers again!!

Actually i started writing the review but it sort of became a post. Who would need a review when they see the 5 star rating i gave right? I want to read this again but i have 3 more books to read this year. So i will wait! Oh wait! Why not make this book the first to read next year? It would be a damn good start ;)

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Fly High!

                 Ever wondered why a lot of people get drunk to an extent where reality becomes invisible, logic gets thrown in the dustbin, health gets flushed in the toilet and they are so wasted that they start boasting about how wasted they are. Not that i had any personal experience but i wondered why would they do it again after waking the next day with a splitting head. It must be the high they get right? How good that the high must have been in order for them to bear with the hangover every time and still do it again? 


                   Don't misunderstand me. I am not going into any drinking frenzy now but i like the idea of getting high. Don't you agree? There are all types of high. Would your opinion still be the same if i am talking about sugar-high? Everyday...well not everyday but every day that indulge your self in that blissful chocolate muffin or a cookie or your favorite coffee latte or masala or pizza, isn't that what you are doing? Next time when you are at coffee day and look at that mouth watering chocolate pastry, will you stop and think that you are getting addicted or will you just take it? I definitely would! I would find a reason to convince my conscience because i want to celebrate my life. Little high now and then keeps me alive. 

                What about adrenaline high? There are a lot of adventurers out there everyday risking their lives in doing something crazy just so they can enjoy the adrenaline. All of them are high addicts right? Would you still say being high is wrong?


              What about success high? A lot of people suffer from it. They do terrible things to win because they cant bear to see others win. But a lot of them also give their all - time, dedication, determination in a good way because of the same things. They really aren't that different right?

              Next time your father or brother or someone demands their regular 10 am and 4 pm tea, would you still say their addiction is dangerous?

             I am not judging all of these as wrongs nor am i supporting all of them, i am just saying to all of those high addicted people that there are different kinds of high to get addicted to. I know its sounds evil, so i will explain with an example. Say if a couple is in deep love and the girl is married away to someone else, the boy have a choice to replace his love-high with drinking-high and become devdas, wouldn't you recommend some other high? After all we are suckers for getting high one way or other. Even the so called saints have disciple-high! Wont you agree?

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Monday, November 25, 2013

A notable day

As i opened blogger.com to view any new articles from the people i follow, i found something interesting. Today is a day i should probably remember as a blogger as my blog reached its first milestone i.e, my blog....this blog crossed the 1k visitors milestone. Although this is a small achievement, as a blogger i wish this is a sign of many more welcome surprises. But part of me still doesn't believe it considering the number of comments i receive. So if you are visiting the blog, i would appreciate that you leave footprints to let me know and comment. 
Also i would like to take this opportunity to thank my best friend Ajay who made me start blogging. I do remember creating a blog long time ago and posting the welcome post only to delete the blog entirely later on. Considering how i ended the first one, i should say the main reason that i was able to continue this time is because of his subtle or not so subtle hints asking me blog continuously. He maintains a set of amazing blogs, one for photography, one for poetry, one for fiction and one for just ranting (my favorite). Do check it out. I wonder if i can keep some consistency in order to be able to reach further milestones.