Why me ??

Why GOD! Why! Why Me Everytime! Why are you so much jealours of me ??
Everything was fine after a long time. My Life was going good. First time i have ever trusted a guy, I was in LOVE, was so happy and so thankful to you But you did it again....

Can't you see my happiness ?

I even did not realised that I am in Love and you took him far away from me. How can you be so cruel?

Why me Everytime..



word count: 78

koun hai jo mere sapno mein aata hai..??

koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai,
chandni raato me tanha mujhe jagata hai,
kyu chupta hai mujhse, kyu mujhse nazre churata hai,
koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai..

chand kabhi shabhnam ki boondo ki tarah
meri ankho me gir jata hai,
bankar wo ek khwab sa phir ankho me aa jata hai..
khat likh kar, ek pegam sa, kahi chup sa jata hai,
koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai..

kis dar se wo kuch keh nahi pata hai,
koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai..

chand kabhi asman se ek chehra sa dikhata hai,
yaki hai wo hai yahi kahi jo meri palko pe ek khwab banke aata hai,
koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai..

jo sitrao ki chamak se mere aagan ko sajata hai,
vo koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai..

taaro ki barsat se aj mera daman sajata hai..
koun hai jo mere sapno me aata hai...

रानी का चंदा

ऐ चंदा तू बस जरा इतना बता ,
के रहता कहाँ हैं तू दिनभर ,
क्यो आता हैं तू सांझ ढले ,
क्यो चला जाता हैं जब सूरज उगे ।

सागर की लहरों से भी पूछा मैंने ,
चोट सहती उन चटानो से भी
पूछा मैंने,
पर सभी कहते हैं किसी याद मैं खो जाता हैं तू ।

क्यो घटता बढ़ता हैं ,
क्यो नही रहता तू सूरज सा एक समान ,
तारो को भी साथ ले जाता हैं अपने ,
क्यो दिखलाता हैं तू सपने ।

जाता हूँ मैं कही नही ,
रहता हूँ हर पल हर दम यहीं ।

दिन मैं सूरज की रोशनी मैं खो जाता हूँ ,
शाम होते ही अन्धकार को मिटाने आ जाता हूँ मैं ।

रात को ढूंढ़ता हूँ उसे ,
जो मिली नही हैं अबतक,
हर पल ,हर दिन उसकी जुदाई मैं ,
आंसू बहता हूँ ,
पर फ़िर भी तलाश जारी रखता हूँ ,
इसीलिए घटता बढ़ता हूँ मैं ।

मेरे लिए तो तुम बहुत खास हो रानी ,
मेरे अहसासों की आवाज हो तुम ,
तुमसे बातें करके मिट जाती हैं
सारी परेशानी ,
तुम हो मेरी दुलारी गुडिया रानी ।

(now for the members who don't know hindi well)

ae chanda tu bas jara itna bata ,
ke rahta kahaan hain tu dinbhar ,
kyo aata hain tu saanjh dhale ,
kyo chala jata hain jab suraj uge .

saagar ki lahro se bhi pucha maine ,
chot sahati un chataano se bhi
pucha maine,
par sabhi kahte hain kisi yaad main kho jaata hain tu .

kyo ghatata badhta hain ,
kyo nahi rahta tu suraj saa ek samaan ,
taaro ko bhi saath le jaata hain apane ,
kyo dikhlata hain tu sapne .

jaata hun main kahi nahi ,
rahta hun har pal har dam yahin .

din main suraj ki roshani main kho jata hun ,
shaam hote hi andhkaar ko mitaane aa jaata hun main .

raat ko dhundhta hun use ,
jo mili nahi hain abtak,
har pal ,har din usaki judai main ,
aansu bahata hun ,
par fir bhi talaash jari rakhta hun ,
isiliye ghatata badhta hun main .

mere liye to tum bahut khas ho raani ,
mere ahsaso ki aawaj ho tum ,
tumase baatein karke mit jaati hain
saari pareshani ,
tum ho meri dulari gudia raani .

I wonder what u are...

Ruling the dark night,
with shimmery illusion of sight,
reflecting the glossy light.
I wonder upon your power with delight.

Gazing on earth through the misty clouds,
on the sea-shores with silence aloud,
or on the rush filled city crowd.
I wonder upon your boldness,for you am proud.

Serene,calm and you're found composed,
drifting each day without any pause,
with glorifying elegance,as if fulfilling some purpose.
I wonder staring at you,clueless.

Beauty in you sparkles the sky,
you fade with every dawn without any sigh,
since ages,you've been tale for a child's cry.
I wonder what you are, awaiting for a reply.

PS : word count - 109 words...

Cricket Quiz - 3

The cricket Quiz will be posted every Friday and the answers to the quiz must be sent to me via email (christopherdavid007@gmail.com) on or before Wednesday. Therefore the last day for this quiz is 2nd of September. Please write in the subject cricket quiz.

The answers will be published every Friday with another set of questions along with the winners of previous quiz.

Answers to Cricket Quiz - 2.

1.) How many runs did Sachin Tendulkar score in his first two ODI's for India?

Zero (0). He scored ducks in both matches.

2.) Who holds the record for most sixes in test cricket?

Adam Gilchrist

3.) Which venue hosted the first International T20 match?
[HINT - The match played was between Australia and New Zealand.]
Eden Park, Aukland on 17-2-05. The match was won by the Australians by 44 runs.

4.) Which Pakistan legend wrote an autobiography called "All Round View"?
Imran Khan.

5.) Name this West Indian cricketer [In the Picture],

Sir Garfield St Aubrun Sobers (Gary Sobers).

The Winner(s) of the Quiz are, Deepak Balamurali, Armaan Ahmed, Kirby Meehan, Stephen and Vikas Yadav.
- Congrats.

This weeks questions are,

1.) Against which team did Sehwag make his debut as captain in tests?

2.) Who made a score of fifty or more (50+ runs) in nine consecutive ODI's for Pakistan?

3.) Which player has the magical match figures 19-90 (19 wickets for 90 runs)?

4.) Name the bowler who took a hat-trick against Kenya in the 2003 World Cup?

5.) Name this bowler,

Good Luck.

rain song

Bollywood! you rock
all the movies
and all the jazz
simply cool
simply the best

I like best
all the rain songs
all the clouds and all that rain

such romance
such bliss
Sridevi was definitely the best
she was my favorite



sridevi who?
baccha log will say?
that will make me feel
old and grey
but then i will switch on my favorite rain song
and i will feel young again!

Shraddha@theselfloveproject

Word count: 72

Sikandar : Movie Review

Directed By-
Piyush Jha

Produced By-
Sudhir Mishra

Featuring-
Parzan Dastur, Ayesha Kapoor, Madhavan, Sanjar Suri..

If you guys loved Parzan Dastur in Parzania and Ayesha Kapoor in Black, you'll love them yet again in Sikandar. Directed by Piyush Jha, Sikandar has a terrific script but when it comes to execution of the same is where it fails. Going by the sidelines of the tension that surroundsJammu and Kashmir, Piyush Jha manages to capture the essence of the lives of young children really well.

Sikandar is a movie of a young boy Sikandar Raza(Parzan Dastur) who like any other 10 year old is naughty-innocent and a passionate football player. Living alone with his aunt and uncle, soonSikandar finds a pal,a 10 year old Nasreen(Ayesha Kapoor ), who accompanies him during the morning walk to school. During one such walk to school is when both of them find a gun lying in the same path.Sikandar much to his curiosity takes the gun and without much knowledge is left with no other option but to use the gun to his own benefit, may it be scaring off the bullies in school or scaring people on the street. Soon he's seen training with aJihadi militant who promises him a washing machine if he trains and shoots the person that they decide on. Circumstances get way too complicated whenSikandar shoots the Jihadi Militant out of frustration and makes his life even more miserable. The army start a search operation in pursuit of the little boy and the things that follow is something that you need to watch it yourself.

Sikandar is not a bad movie but it takes time for you to realize that its a good movie. You don't really feel for the characters like you felt for Ishaan Awasthi in Taare Zameen Par or Michelle McNally in Black. By the time you get into the rythm and start liking that characters, the curtains are down. The main let down factor of this movie is its promise that it created with its trailers.Parzan Dastur is impressive and manages to deliver the goods well. Supported well by Ayesha Kapoor, Madhavan and Sanjay Suri.

Music of Sikandar by Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy is one thing that needs special appreciation. Neatly done are the tracks "Dhoop Ke Sikke" and "Gulon Mein".

I will go with 7 BOP's for Piyush Jha's Sikandar.





Reviewed By,
Raghav Ramaiah


Originally Posted at TalkingPopcorns.com!

Stars

Oh! Clouds can you go away
Its the stars that i am looking for
My angel looks down as a star
I lost her when she was just 30 days old
I had premature contractions
She was born too soon
12 weeks was just too early to be born
She stayed in NICU for 30 days of her life
But she could not survive
Doctors and nurses tried so hard
But I lost my child



My life is like you sky
All cloudy with always a hint of rain
I wish my spirits uplift soon
A clear sky would be a boon

I can feel her spirit in clear sky
Its her memory I want to cherish
My sweet little girl born too soon
She was so beautiful and lovely

Shraddha@The Self Love Project

Word count : 132

PS: My own daughters were born 7 weeks early and were in NICU for 3 weeks. With God’s grace they are healthy and happy girls today

ALONE I STAND THERE..!!!

Alone i stand there
waiting for you
days passed, the moon faded
but i see you nowhere

Alone i stand there
thinking about you
thoughts faded, so did the moon
but you are still unknown

Alone i stand there
to dance with you
music went weak, so did the moon
but you are still not found

Alone i stand there
to live life with you
dreams broke, so did the moon
but you are still living somewhere

Alone i stand there
still waiting for you
one day to meet, so is the moon
but still not sure, you turn to me

WL Cricket Quiz - 2

The cricket Quiz will be posted every Friday and the answers to the quiz must be sent to me via email (christopherdavid007@gmail.com) on or before Wednesday. Therefore the last day for this quiz is 26th of August. Please write in the subject cricket quiz.

The answers will be published every Friday with another set of questions along with the winners of previous quiz.

Answers to Cricket Quiz - 1.

1.) Who invented the famous 'Doosra'?
Saqlain Mushtaq of Pakistan

2.) Which Aussie captain said, "If you get Dravid, Great. If you get Sachin, Brilliant. If you get Laxman, it's either a mistake or a miracle." ?
Steve Waugh

3.) Name the only captain to have declared his team's innings when he was batting and not out in the nineties (93*).
[HINT - It happened in the first test between Pakistan and Sri Lanka in 1991-1992]
Imran Khan

4.) Which Indian batsman holds the record for most test innings before scoring a double century?
Saurav Ganguly

5.) Who is this former English skipper [In the Picture]?
Nasser Hussain

The winners of the Quiz are,
Deepak Balamurali - Congrats Mate.

This weeks questions are,

1.) How many runs did Sachin Tendulkar score in his first two ODI's for India?

2.) Who holds the record for most sixes in test cricket?

3.) Which venue hosted the first International T20 match?
[HINT - The match played was between Australia and New Zealand.]

4.) Which Pakistan legend wrote an autobiography called "All Round View"?

5.) Name this West Indian cricketer [In the Picture],

Anonymously

She looks at the moonlight
Looking so prefect and ethereal
I watch her from not so far
Taking the perfection in
She has not seen me
But I have touched her anonymously
That snarky email that she got
She must have got so riled
Oh! The picture makes me smile

I watch her
As she looks at the moon
She is not alone
I am always with her
Don’t be scared girl
I only watch you
Sometimes spam you
I want to see the look on your face
When you realize I am real
Would you still look at the moon this way
Or come and hug me
As I am so cool and my love so real



Last one did not get it
The daughter of a whore that she was
She reported me
Took a restraining order against me
My internet provider banned me
It was tough times
But now I have smartened up
I will not do the same mistakes any more
My IP address is hidden
My apartment is rented near you
All suspicions are clear

You will see me as the sweet prince
Who is smart and cool
Who will save you from your boring life
I will be the silver lining that you are looking for
I will be the friend you are craving for


Shraddha@The Self Love Project
Word count: 222

PS: views of a creepy guy

Under the weeping moon !!

The moon,the silent water and the girl born in a brothel.....

I always come here
talk to the moon
I cry under the weeping moon
wipe tears With my frozen hands
clouds gather across the moon
blazing the white light
I smile,I dance
gazing unto the moon
please, take me there
some times darkness gulps
I become impatient
I've so much to tell
who will listen to me?
who will understand my pain?
who will show the way?
I know,the moon too awaits the night
awaits the day
for a glimpse of mine
he knows I've no one
In my own ashes
I am standing without a soul
May be someone is waiting
to ride on me
to drag my wound deeper
to scratch the walls of
my naked soul with his lusty claws.
I always pray,hope its just a dream,
hope everything turns out non existent!!



word count : 141 words

Moonlight picture Contest.

Guess what we are here to make an announcement.But before that let me welcome all the new members in our Lounge.Hope that you all would love this place and cherish every moment here.I'm really happy to announce our 4th contest.Previously we had few contest based on specifc themes.We had "Rain drenched Lounge contest"which was based on short stories. It was then followed by the "Inspiration Contest" which was a poetry contest.Then we had the "Lol@lOUNGE" contest which was based on humour.Now we have decided to blend all these genre's and we present the "Moonlight picture contest".
Look at the picture below.All you have to do is based on the picture.

Yes you can write stories and poems based on the above picture.
Rules.
for Stories.
1) The central theme of the story is the given picture
2)The story should not exceed more than 500 words.
3)The story should contain a title that should be posted along with the story in writers lounge.
4)At end the participant is expected to write the word count.
5)Labels for your story would contain your name,WL-Contest,ML-contest
for Poems.
1) The central theme of the poem is the given picture
2)Poetry can be of any form
3)The poem should contain a title that should be posted along with the story in writers lounge.
5)Labels for your poem would contain your name,WL-Contest,ML-contest

Terms and Conditions:
1)This contest is valid for the members of this community.In case if you want to take part then you may leave your email id on the shout box .One of the administrator may invite you to the group blog.
2 )Entries should be made on or before 5th September ,2009.
3) Members can post multiple entries on the theme here. But you will mail us only the entry which you want us to consider for the award.
4) The contest will be judged by a writer whose name will be revealed later.
5)The results will be announced by 13th September,2009 .
6)The winners name along with the 1st and the 2nd runner up will be announced on 13th September 2009
The winner will get a badge from Writers Lounge and Ebooks of famous writers which would be announced later.

At the same time, the pariticipants are expected to mail their posts in word format along with the word count to writers.in.lounge@gmail.com

PLEASE NOTE (MEMBERS @ WRITERS LOUNGE)
Please refrain from posting other stuff apart from the stories for this contest till 5th September, 2009. We will be closing the lounge for general posts/rants during this time period. This is just to ensure that the contributions for this contest don't get lost and people who contribute get maximum support as well as dedicated readership. If anyone does want to notify other lounge members of a new post on their blog, please feel free to use the Shoutbox. We regret the inconvenience caused. We guess it should be a great experience reading different takes on the given picture. We are just facilitating the same and ensuring that your stories get read. A humble request to all talented writers here on writers lounge to try their hand and churn up a story/poem for contest. Writers Lounge Rocks! And you all make it rock! Cheers!!
PS:Members are requested to send in their "Member of Month" entries to the admin mail id.

My twins

My twin girls are sweet
Best thing that ever happened to me
Their love
Their smiles
Keeps me happy
Keeps me joyful and content
I am as happy as one can be
They bring out the best in me

Photo by Koshyk


Thank you Lord Krishna
For your blessings
For all this love that I have found
My joy has no bounds

Shraddha@The Self Love Project

WRITERS LOUNGE..!!!

Will to pen down
Rigorous thoughts
Insights
Told
Each one
Remains
Special

Love
Other's pen
Unleash your talent
Now
Go for it
Every word, can be yours..!!!

LAZY ME!

My Legs are pretty cold. . . . . the hairs on my hands are rising.. . . . i feel really strange lying on my bed . . . .

i wish there was a fireplace nearby, and i feel a strong urge to switch off the fan . . .

but yet, something stops me. . . . the fan must keep running !! something says i'll have to endure the cold . . . and when heat comes by, i'll have to endure that too . . !!
but i just cant go and switch off the fan . !!

Now, my brain's going berserk ! . . . and . . GOSH , i imajine unthinkable things . . . !
I'M JUMPING FROM A HIGH CLIFF , I'M WALKING STRAIGHT INTO THE FIRE, AND I'M DOWNING IN A TERRIFYING OCEAN . . .
IT'S FREEZING, N I JUST DONT FALL ASLEEP . . . .

I LOOK AT THE FAN . . . IT'S STILL RUNNING IN AN UNIMAJINABLE SPEED. . . . .
I CLOSE MY EYES. . . BUT I DREAM OF THE FAN FALLING ON MY HEAD . . .

I TURN AROUND, I FIDGET, . . . I CALL OUT FOR HELP . . . BUT PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP . . .

it's time i do something out of my way . . .
i push away my blanket, slowly stand up, walk a few steps forward . . . . . . and SWITCH OFF THE FAN . . . .


then everything comes back to normal. . . i come back to bed and sleep soundly. .
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this entry might sound silly to all u people reading the blog. . . . but guys, we've got to contemplate on things ( however silly they might seem ) and think about it deeply before coming to a conclusion . . .

In this post, I've revealed the most darkest side of me. . . . my most dangerous enemy and my dreadful weakness. . . . " MY LAZZINESS "

i always knew this and wanted to tell u . . . . when ur body stops moving, ur mind goes running like a maniac . . . .
when u feel depressed and sit around in a chair doing nothing, . . . believe me, it's gonna be more painful . . . ! so keep yourself engaged. . . . . keep ur mind in control . . . ! if u let it waver, it will never let u be in peace . . .


ok guys, so all of you listen to this little girl . . . stop being lazy and watch ur lives change . . .

i'm gonna change, too . . . i'm planning to become the most hyperctive girl in the town . .

k, c ya soon . .
byeeeee

Life to death..Death to life..

"A birth from the ashes..
I was on this land..
I saw the four reasons..
I was living on the sand.."..

I lived my life..
Now it's time to die..
Slashed my wrist with a knife..
I look at the sky..
It's my last moment..
I saw the bible on the shelf..
I lied numb and still..
As my life started reversing itself..
Life was slipping away from my claw..
Black and white as i saw..

"I was living on the sand..
I saw the four seasons..
I was on this land..
A birth from the ashes.."..

"Again.."

ALL ROUND VEHICLES...!!!

Gosh english ka satyanaash..!

Expectations

ABC Round 5 - Prompt E

E is for expectations

I wish to have no expectations
These dream castles that I build
I wish to be just a witness
Be kind and strong willed

Its easy to say
Difficult to do
Expectations are hard to let go

Not get caught up in negativity
Be happy and chilled
Not be so hurried
Let the silence in
Not be the ever dependent fool that I am..

Expectations are hard to let go
But to let go is good for soul
I know it will set me free

I just remember what my daddy said
Past is dead
Future is imaginary
I have everything to enjoy my here and now
I promise to my dad’s soul
I will never forget the lesson that he taught
Even if it is hard , I will try
Expectations bye bye.


Shraddha@The Self Love Project

PS:
My dad used to follow 12 pathways of Ken Keyes Jr

Always

I have heard a lot about love. And very recently I got
a heartbreak again.I wasn't even able to write stuff
here. Taking a lot of effort now. My fingers are not
freely moving like they used to.All this time
,everytime , dazed and confused. Sad and low. How long?And then I realize. It's all in the mind. If you can
control your mind you can control your emotions. And so
I consciously started trying not to think about her
anymore and I consciously tried to get feelings far
from any relationship I ever come across.And then I
became hard and ruthless, no emotions no feelings. And
one day she came along and it fell apart, like it
always does

Sleepless Scribble (Contd.)

4:45 AM

=~=
Alone again, I crept in. It is dark tonight. It was darker when I entered the lounge. I knew there would be no one here. So, I was not very careful while breaking the silence. I opened the door which made a painful screeching sound, and walked in. The door closed behind, leaving the lounge in dark – the way it used to be – the way I like it – the way, we liked it! The lounge is the place I dwell in and the best place I hangout with my friends and her. Tonight, there is no one here. Neither my friends and nor her. Still I walked in. The air was free, silent, dark and homogeneous. I breathed in – felt fresh! My footsteps created a few puffs of dust as I walked towards the corner – my favorite corner in the lounge, where we used to sit together and talk – talk all night! The floor was dusty – I was sad to see that. The abandonment and vivid desertion of the place accumulated lot of dust. I wish she would be here – now.

I breathed in – felt fresh! It was her fragrance – again! “Am I dreaming?” I asked myself. How on earth would I feel her here – tonight, when she is far away from the lounge? I could feel her as if she held my hands and looked deep inside me – Dilse! I could feel her hair flying in the absent breeze. I could feel her missing touch all over me. It was a pleasure, yet shivering! I looked around again. I could see nothing in the dark, apart from the rays of light coming out from the distant lamppost, coming through the ventilators and cracks on the windows, and falling on the various parts of the lounge. I could smell her as though she was here with me – holding me, like older times. I extended my hand and tried to call, against all odds, “Sho…” A cold hand came from behind me and covered my lips. I quivered! I moved around in a flash – there was no one again! I looked around – the darkness laughed at me. I rested my palm on the table, near my corner – our corner. Gusts of dust blew and the door made another scorching sound and opened a little. I could see the first rays of sunlight coming in – it was almost dawn and I could hear the birds chirping outside, yet far-flung. It was time for me to leave. I could not sit today – I could not sing today – I could not meet her, for whom I come to the lounge. She was away – among those chirping avis. May be that’s where she belonged and that’s why she’s away tonight. I walked out, as slowly as I always did. I did not disturb the darkness much and neither the silence in the lounge. The dust I puffed up in the air would settle down soon, I know. And she will always be here with me, when I come back – to hold my tongue and stop me from nuisance.

The morning rays cleansed my face, as I walked back home – alone again!

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My Sleepless Scribbles: One, Two

Drinking buddies

It was a usual night at Shabnam bar tucked away in a lane behind a local train station in Central Mumbai. Some were nursing drinks, some gulping them down, some brooding over every sip and some laughing hysterically at not so funny jokes. Kishore and Rafi were alternately crooning about the greatest disappointments of their lives on the bar's music system.

And as it was a usual night, Rajesh was there. Everything was familiar here and that soothed his senses. It was a refuge from daily struggles, a place to reflect, appreciate the songs born out of life's ironies and generally numb oneself at the end of the day. Most of the clientile was the same. Hardly anyone new came there, but Shabnam had many loyalists. Rajesh knew everyone's story. He liked to hear them and marvel at how much better his life was. And at times when he felt the other person needed it, he told his story too.

Suddenly the door opened and a gust of the pouring rain from outside breezed in and along with it came a man who had the most disturbed face Rajesh had seen in quite sometime. He didn't look like someone who drank, but then who can say that anymore. The man sat down and ordered 2 pegs, neat. Rajesh raised an appreciative brow and went back to his drink. After a while when Rajesh started to leave, the man was still there, ordering 2 more. It seemed that he had had quite a few of them already and didn't want to stop until he lost himself completely.

The other man started coming in regularly. Another Shabnam loyalist, Rajesh smiled. His name was Abhishek; Rajesh had seen him swipe a card once. They had both started acknowledging each other's existence by now. Abhishek would get pissed drunk every night. Rajesh enjoyed his drinks but he had a self imposed limit, one that he stuck to, just enough to get some relief at the end of the day. But this man seemed to be on a mission to drink his body down.

One night however, Abhishek seemed to be even more melancholy but he was gulping down drinks with the same fervour. Rajesh got worried. What if the man was on some suicidal mood today? He certainly looked so. Rajesh went up to Abhishek's table and tried to start a conversation.
"Hi, have been seeing you here regularly now, I am Rajesh. You on some drink till I die mission today dude?"
"Err...hi...you won't understand."
"Try me..."
Abhishek smiled with melancholy dismissal.
"They say majority of men drinking in dimly lit bars are of two types. Ones who are thinking of the girl who got away and the others who are trying to forget the pain of having one. So what is it with you?" Rajesh persisted.
Abhishek laughed out harshly, "Maybe they are right. But let's hear whats it with you?"
"Mind if I take a seat," Rajesh pulled a chair next to Abhishek. "The one who got away. She was my college mate. She came into my life when I had almost lost hope. I can still feel her hands cupping my face. There never was anyone who could love so unselfishly, so truly. We would have done anything for each other."
"That would have been a fairytale, " Abhishek pointed out.
"Yes, if we could have stayed together that is what it would have been."
"So what was it? She turned out be a fickle woman? Triya charitra was it?"
"Just shut up ok, I won't hear a word against her. She was never like that. She was everything one could ever dream for in a companion. She was mine for as long as she could and somehow I know she is still mine, though she is far away, married to someone her parents wanted her to. She hasn't cheated on him physically though, that much I can tell you. She is his for all worldly purposes, but I know her heart will always be mine."
"Aah but if your love was that true, you had to lose her buddy. That's the way of the world. Its a law of nature I think, that if you love truly, you won't ever get it back, or be fortunate enough to live out this dream love. I love her too completely, honestly, but somehow it never penetrates her heart. Its like she will never understand it. You are lucky. Your love was atleast reciprocated. I had no such luck."
"No dude, you are lucky. You have no idea how bad it is to lose what you once had. You have never had it, so your pain will ease away. Don't lose heart. You have no memory of how glorious it felt to have her close and then to be reminded everytime that its gone forever. You are lucky Abhishek. For people like me, love is now just a picture inside a wallet." Rajesh pulled out his wallet, took out a picture, "This is all that I have of her now. Look at how sweet a thing I have lost," he smiled ruefully.
Abhishek was completely silent for a while and then he rose from the table, "I should go. You are right I am the kind who don't have the right to even die," he said somewhat heavily and left. Rajesh sat there looking at the picture.
Out on the street, Abhishek thought, "You have no idea that its more painful to never really have what you have." The girl in the picture was his wife.

WORMS..!!!

Opening a can of worms is no problem,
as long as there is no screaming,dropping the can and running away with arms flailing about involved!

:-D

What is a successful marriage?

Long ago, in a school debate, I had spoken out for arranged marriages. That was before I had ever seriously thought about what marriage would entail, at a time when I was just out of my teens and believed that some prince was waiting somewhere to whisk me off, with my parents blessings of course. But its been almost a decade since then and I have seen quite a few make ups and break ups in my friends' lives to understand what a relationship constitutes in today's world. It is simply not the same age old era where people put up with each other because they feel that is their destiny. In fact, destiny is an out dated word. Choice is the reality of today. No one needs to stay on in a marriage now and that is what has challenged all our known notions of marriage.

In our society we are still big on tradition, which is why the child maybe outgoing and outspoken in every other way, but when it comes to marriage, she/he is still expected to toe the family line. She/he is expected to settle with someone who the family selects. If you do that, you will forever be called the grateful child. A colleague had once put this into sharp focus when she talked about her and her brother. Her brother was always the obedient types while she had been the rebel. But while the brother married someone of his choice, she after having her fill of testing waters, settled for an arranged marriage. She jokes about how that one decision washed off all her past flaws in her parents' eyes.

We are told parents know best and when both sets of parents are in agreement, there will always be someone to salvage your marriage if there are some problems. That is a debatable thing. But the argument that I hear the most is that arranged marriages last, whereas love marriages generally end up in divorce. There are statistics to prove this too, I agree. But is longevity the only measure of a successful marriage?

I know of many couples who are married to each other just because they feel they have no other option. Life is a cycle of forced responsibilities and civilities and oh yes, the most important word of all - compromise. They say that is the most important thing in a marriage. Excuse me, have we confused adjustment and acceptance with compromise here? For according to me marriage is supposed to be a union of equal, mature individuals who share a life, without losing their individuality. But that is not the case I am told. Compromise is the word that ensures that marriages don't break up. But after a long day at work in a competitive world, does anyone have the time and energy for a compromise?

I know of couples who have been married for ages, but rarely talk with each other now. But for the society's purpose, theirs is a successful marriage. They haven't broken up and divided their children's life. A friend's grandparents chose to separate after all their children were settled. No they didn't divorce, they just started staying with different children. No divorce, so successful isn't it? There are some who don't talk to each other and their children act as go-betweens. There are others who lose their own identity (both female and male) to keep the marriage going. After all, if it lasts, its successful. Also families do bind these relationships, there is pressure to listen to them and stay together, so what if its killing you? Its gotta last.

I am not building a case here for love marriages or for divorce at the slightest provocation. What I am trying to say is that our idea of a marriage itself is skewed. Marriages are not made in heaven, you need to work them out here on this earth, no doubt about that. But what is a marriage really? Is it just something you get into because you are expected to? Is it something bound by the correct background, kundli alignment and surname? Is it a way to get sex with societal approval? Or is it something you get into because you want to share your life with someone? Because you found someone with whom you can relate to on an intellectual and emotional level? Is it about understanding and accepting a person unconditionally so as to be able to be a soul mate? Because if marriage is about meeting the match of your soul, it could happen anytime, in any way, with anyone. You don't need to go through countless profiles of ready for marriage 'fun loving, caring, blend of traditional and modern values' type of people on marriage websites to find the one. They just might happen to you.

But if they happen to you, families will probably tell you that it is an emotional/hormonal reaction. Umr ka takaaza hai. These things don't last and if they don't last they can't be successful can they? Well they might last if the couples don't always have it in the back of their mind that they have done something they shouldn't have and that they would have been better off had they listened to their relatives (sometimes this emotional blackmail continues even after the so called acceptance).

Longevity is a virtue in any relationship. But it can't be the sole factor to determine its success is what I feel. What is needed whether the match be arranged or love, is a mental connect. If you can relate to the person, if you feel that you can talk to that person any time of the day, if you think that you can handle waking up to this same face everyday, then I guess you have a shot at a successful relationship even if your mom thinks that he/she is not the dream catch. Call me a romantic if you will. But no point in getting married to please someone else, because those people will be long gone or far away, while you might have to remain 'stuck' with either a 'dutiful' bond or a failed relationship. The choice is always ours and a decision once made needs to be followed through, whatever be the ramifications, isn't it?

Happy Birthday

Hey people,

Its BIRTHDAY TIME at the Lounge today and our birthday boy is... LEO!

*Everybody sings Happy Birthdayyyyy to youuuuu*

Vinu (as I call Leo)... is the bestest friend one can ever have. I have never seen someone who cherishes 'Friendship' so much! When he became my friend, there was not much we could talk about... since he is a li'l shy! :P

But once we started talking...oh boy, there was no stopping. Now we just talk about anything and everything! He is a sweetheart... always been there for me! He calls himself an amateur poet but I believe he is the Poetry King! Vinu, I know you love pulling my leg and I love going ROFLMAO over it! :P

May God bless you with all the happiness that you deserve and even much more! :)
We all love you for what you are...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!


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LOL again :-)

Sandeep: Doctor, Are you sure Ste is fine?
Doctor: 200% sure! Still if you are insisting, I will check once more.
Sandeep: Please doc.
Doctor: Look Ste. What is this?
Ste: A doll
Doctor: Yes!! Good, my boy! And this?
Ste: A camera
Doctor: Brilliant! Now, what about this?
Ste: *Blushes* The thing to be used for family planning
Doctor: Very good, my "know it all" boy! And who am I?
Ste: Ramu the monkey! My best friend. I love you!
Doctor: Uh...oh...I was wrong. We have a problem here.

LOL returns!

Sandeep: Look at this Ste. What is this?
Ste: A banana
Sandeep: Good. Now tell me what is this?
Ste: Mangoooo
Sandeep: Excellent...Very good. And this?
Ste: Brinjal
Sandeep: Bravo! You seem to be fine. Then why do you keep on shouting "Ghost! Ghost" the moment you see your reflection in the mirror?

just thinking aloud...

i don't expect him to call..
nor do i call & nag him.
but when we talk, we talk for hours..
forgetting the world,
forgetting ourselves,
and not bothering how time flies.
we laugh, we fight, we plan, we gossip..
"WE!"the word sounds so good when i say it..

his looks, attitude, attire, everything appeals to me
i could even keep looking at him,
and hearing his voice till eternity!
but i don't tell him.
i don't tell anyone..
Yet, somewhere i think he knows too.
and maybe he thinks of me as much as i do..
because when he looks at me & i catch his eye,
i can see it tell me a thousand things..
of affection, of attraction, of love..

kuch to keh rahi hai hawaein

..kuch to aaj keh rahin hai yeh hawayein..

..kuch to shararat to kar rahin hai fizayein..

..sab mand-mand muskura si rahin hai..

..mere sawaloon ko uljha si rahin hai..

..kya yeh kisi meethi si khushi ka ehsaas hai..

..ya phir se boondo ko tutne ki pyaas hai..

..in patthon main simti yeh kaisi yaadein hai..

..in rahon par padey yeh kaise nishaan hai..

..yeh kis ore sab ishara si kar rahin hai..

..mere umeedon ko yeh saza si rahin hai..

..kya yeh kisi meethi si khushi ka ehsaas hai ..

..ya phir se boondo ko tutne ki pyaas hai..

..kyon badloon ki haasi itni bheki hai..

..kyon phoolon ki khusboo inti mehki hai..

..kaise hai yeh khwaab jo dikha si rahi hai..

..mere ankhon ko need se uthaan si rahi hai..

..kya yeh kisi meethi si khushi ka ehsaas hai ..

..ya phir se boondo ko tutne ki pyaas hai..

Independence or interdependence?

Today is exactly one year since the last independence day. but it's pretty much the same (feels like deja vu actually!
i wake up early to realise it's a holiday, squat around the house lazily, reply to all those "happy independence day" messages, switch on the tv and while away the whole day in front of it! "what better way can u celebrate ur freedom?", i ask myself! :)

All the channels telecast special programs- new movies, interviews, dance shows... ( hardly connected to the independence day.. unless u consider Salman khan without his shirt as his decision to be independent) "well, it suits me", i say and continue watching the programs!
But unfortunately for me, i come across a channel where the prime minister is trying to give some sort of a speech and my dad insists on hearing it. so i leave the tv set with daddy n look for something else to do. i try reading the newspaper; but it's the same old stuff again _ ppl celebrating, stories of good old days (or probably bad old British days!, interviews, etc.

So i think, instead of wishing me 'happy independence day', you could wish me 'happy any other day'!
Hey but wait a minute! i cant be such a lame loser. i gotta think of a way to make this day more meaningful. so i sit with pen in hand and think....

India was already independent when i was born. "so i'm totally an independent freak", i think..

And suddenly, the power goes off and my room becomes dark and still.. i start cursing the electricity board by all obscene names i can recollect and grope around the house for a torch light. but since i don't fancy keeping things at it's proper place, i do the usual thing- "mom! can u get me the torch light please?" and i hear the familiar response- " oh, u always keep asking me to get ur things! why cant u be more independent?"

Irritated, i decide to go out for a drive and bring bhel puri! but today being my very lucky day, my scooty does not start. i once again recollect all the obscene words and tell it to the scooty. i call it a pig that has eaten rat droppings. but yet, the scooty wouldn't start. i try to find whats wrong with it for some three minutes. but since my mechanical knowledge is nut sized, i telephone the mechanic and ask him to service it tomorrow.

I go back into the house and stare at my mobile phone which now says - LOW BATTERY, and gets switched off!
by then mom lights a candle and i sit beside it with nothing to do, but a whole lot of things tothink about.

I realize I'm not independent. in fact, nobody is!
I need the electricity board to give me a good night's sleep, i need a mechanic to help me travel, i need my mother to fetch me a simple torch light and i need a mobile phone to lead my whole fast paced life...

So i decide, i'm not an independent individual after all.. ! but somewhere i remember studying something about 'inter-dependency' in my primary school...
then i smile and wish myself a happy interdependence day :)

luv,
yeshu :)

Kaminey : Movie Review

Directed By-
Vishal Bharadwaj

Produced By-
Ronnie Screwala

Featuring-
Shahid Kapoor, Priyanka Chopra, Amol Gupte..


The much awaited and the most talked about movie of 2009 releases this week and it quite simply lives up to all the hype that surrounded the movie before its release. Directed By Vishal Bharadwaj, Kaminey makes up for all the lousy movies that released this year and for once you feel, "What- a- movie". Kaminey just goes on to score in every department may it be direction or the Music. Vishal Bharadwaj this time around has written a terrific script, outdoing his previous critically acclaimed Omkara. Kaminey in simple words is a complete package where in every tiny character does its bit to impress you.

Kaminey's main protagonists Charlie and Guddu(Shahid Kapoor) are twins who have quite some amusingly distinguishable characteristics when it comes to their natural way of communication. Charlie, a local thug who lisps and pronounces S as F and Guddu is a small NGO worker who stammers while he talks. Both of whom live on different dreams and values are seen fighting it out in their respective fields. Guddu's life enters a mess when gets his girl friend Sweety(Priyanka Chopra) pregnant and after much persuassion decides to marry her and much to add to his agony finds out that she is the sister of a local gangster-politician Bhope Bhau(Amol Gupte). Charlie on the other hand during one of his criminal prowl gets his hand on a guitar box that contains cocaine worth 10 crore's. From here on is when the lives of Charlie and Guddu intertwine making the plot even more interesting and engrossing. The unusual twists and turns right till the climax is something for you to watch it yourself.

The script of Kaminey is gripping and engaging too. The main thing which will blow your minds with Kaminey is its stunning dialogues that will sound serious and funny at the same time. The highlights of the movie are the actors and the bang on casting. IfShahid Kapoor impresses you with both Charlie and Guddu, Priyanka Chopra marks her presence by her bold-marathi girl's character. And for the people who had just heard of Amol Gupte and not seen him, you can see a top notch performance in his very debut movie playing Bhope Bhau. Kaminey is so skillfully made that even a few slow scenes are covered up by some stunning performances.

The music of Kaminey is Marvellous, may it be Dhan Te Han or the thought provoking song Fatak that has a AIDS awareness theme to it, all of them score full points.

Vishal Bharadwaj's magic is going to work yet again.

I will go with 9 BOP's out 10 for Vishal Bhardwaj's Kaminey.






And that simply makes it a **Must Watch**.


Reviewed by,
Raghav Ramaiah

~Originally posted at TalkingPopcorns.com

P.S: Yet another request, to provide a movie review link on the lounge.
I hope to see it soon.

62 YEARS OF INDEPENDENT INDIA :

"At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom."

AUGUST 15, 1947; MIDNIGHT-"A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance."

THE INDEPENDENT SOVEREIGN INDIA IS BORN.

I pay my solemn homage to all those patriots who sacrificed their lives so that we could have the freedom that we are enjoying today.

JAI HIND !!

I dedicate this post to the great men and women who displayed the courage of standing up to the brutal repression and achieved solidarity in the face of the divisive power.

JAI HIND !!! JAI HIND !!!!!

originally posted in livespark.blogspot.com

A day to pledge

India celebrates it’s 62’nd independence day today. I think that it’s now time for us as a country to not just remember this day as a day of great sacrifices made by our freedom fighters but also see to it how India can be built going forward. Though here’s a question I would like to ask all of you… Would our freedom fighters who gave their life for our nation be happy seeing the state of our nation today? Forget freedom fighters, would somebody like a Vikram Batra be happy today? If you don’t know him then shame on you, immediately google and find out…What better day to do it anyway. Coming back to the answer of my question though, it would be a big NO!

I honestly believe instead of parading our jawans and saying Jai Hind three times on top of one’s voice atop the Lal Kila is just not enough. I know the P.M also makes some genuine statements of what he is going to do in the near future…but is it enough? Does that mean things like malnutrition would end? …Gap between the rich and the poor would narrow, terrorism would be eliminated soon? I could go on and on about the issues facing our country…Does that mean all will stop? Why is there no execution of a plan in India? If we as software engineers fail to deliver in a project that we are working on, we are shown the pink slip the next day, why not our ministers likewise? Where does the accountability come from? Is there any accountability anyway?

I am also not denying the fact though that we as young individuals also have a role to play. India has an advantage over other countries as in 60-70 % of our population is young.So the future does look bright if you do look at it that way. But then one can't really shy away from the fact that India still is a poor country.The young population that we are talking about... out of that 40 % are actually unemployed and poor.There are floods , there is drought, there is farmer suicide...Many such things which face our country today.

Really these are issues, issues to be thought about in this particular day, not only this day , in general too, but the point being that after 62 years of being independent, India still remains a poor country and that’s a fact.Though I am not a pessimist ... I think India does have a good future but that can only be done if we empower the needy in this country.

So,When you go outside on the streets today, there will be this kid on the road side having flags or a batch of flag in his hand. Buy that. You will serve three purposes by doing that

1. Wear that batch on your sleeve. A form of patriotism.
2. You would have helped that little kid earn something.
3. You would have at least done something on Independence day and not just have treated it as a mere holiday.

Two Words. Jai Hind!

Happy Birthday Son

Raising his head high he muttered,
" Happy Birthday son"
The young boy standing near by saw an old man standing on a lonely road,wishing happy birthday.Startled he came closer to him and asked,"" Whom are you wishing,there's nobody,where is your son old man".. He smile through his aged eyes ,raising his wrinkled hand he pointed his finger in the opposite direction.Boy dragged his eyes in that direction and far away he saw,the magnificent India gate shimmering flamboyantly amidst azure sky.

**********Happy Independence Day **********

the search for the answers contiue

Check this new pic out!
*original post at http://anirbansaha.wordpress.com

Cricket Quiz - 1

From now on I'll be hosting the cricket quiz in WL. Rules of the Quiz.

The Quiz will be posted every Friday and the answers to the quiz must be sent to me via email ( christopherdavid007@gmail.com ) on or before Wednesday. Therefore the last day for this quiz is 19th. Please write in the subject WL cricket quiz.


The answers will be published every Friday with another set of questions along wit
h the winners of previous quiz.


That is all. So go ahead and break your head. The first Quiz is easy. :D

So here goes,
1.) Who invented the famous 'Doosra'?


2.) Which Aussie captain said, "If you get Dravid, Great. If you get Sachin, Brilliant. If you get Laxman, it's either a mistake or a miracle." ?

3.) Name the only captain to have declared his team's innings when he was batting and not out in the nineties (93*).
[HINT - It happened in the first test between Pakistan and Sri Lanka in 1991-1992]


4.) Which Indian batsman holds the record for most test innings before scoring a double century?

5.) Who is this former English skipper?

Send your answers to my mail id( christopherdavid007@gmail.com ) last date for sending answers is 19 Aug till 8PM.

Sponsored by - Poshin's World.

Girl and Boy

 Day 1

Girl: Hello 

Boy: Hi

*Keeps looking at her*

Girl: Why are you looking at me? 

Boy: *Dazed*

Because...you look ....pretty

Girl: But you cant keep looking like that

Boy: Hmm...ok! 

*Gets angry and walks away*

Day 2

Girl: Hi

Boy: Hi

*Turns his face away*

Girl: Why arent you looking here? Why are you ignoring me?

Boy: What exactly you want? Yesterday you told me not to look at you, today...

Girl: *Teary eyed* I am Sorry...

Boy: No

Girl: Pleaseee!! 

Boy: Hmm...ok! 

*Both hug!*

Swine Flu

Who are you?
You replace our worst nightmare
And make us to stare
In vague – we have no clue!

Who are you?
You make us hate the air we inhale
The cure is nothing but stale,
You came to kill – Swine Flu!

---

Superstar

The room was pitch dark when he entered. A spotlight lead him to her.The dark red silk dress accentuated her perfect curves but it was her radiant face that amazed him.

“Gosh! You look as stunning as any Superstar” he muttered as he hugged her.

She smiled,with a little less joy though.She wasn’t sure if she was a star of his world or the glamour world.

Warning !!! Highly Inflammable - Tweet Thots

Is it blood ?

Or just gasoline ?

Whats that coming out of my pumping core ?

'Cos

Everytime I feel your eyes on me,

The spark sets off all my veins on fire...

P.S. - he he.... Wat can i say.... felt twitterish on this cold night... had to twittify my random thots...