Chandrakanta

Roopmati, the eldest daughter of the king of Rajgarh, She was the most intelligent girl around Rajgarh and the near by villages.The King of Junagarh, Zaffarulla, who recently beheaded his father to be the king of Junagarh, was in love with Roopmati.Zafarulla followed his father's footsteps of taking over the throne by killing his father, as his father had killed his grandfather to be the King of Junagarh. Zaffar loved Roopmati so much that he married her with in few weeks of meeting her.

One day when Zafar was talking about his future with his family priest , he was shocked to know that he will also be killed by his son and will be dethroned in the same way. He was terrified but never showed his fear to anyone. He had a dangerous plan in making while he was making love to Roopmati everyday and one fine day he proposed the game of changing shapes to her.Both were blessed shapeshifters. Roopmati, even though she was so intelligent, did not realized this was a trap from zafar and she fell right into it , as soon as Roopmati took the shape of a fly ,he swallowed her , thinking that if he could swallow her she would not be able to give birth to the child who would eventually dethrone him.

Months past by and zafar almost forgot about it.But exactly after nine months as he was chilling around the lake around his fort he felt lot of pain in his head.The pain was so much that Zafar had to call his family doctor to actually cut his head and see what the problem was.As soon as the doctor cut his head all were surprised to see chandrakanta fully armored.And now the world could see Chandrakanta.

Chandrakanta became the favorite daughter of Zafar.She was intelligent .she had the strategies which no one could beat.she was the was queen.One day when when zafar was teaching her the arts of armoury which she already knew , Chandrakanta beheaded him and made it appeared as an accident.She had now dethroned him and was the queen of Junagarh.

PS : This story is Inspired the Birth Story of Athena - The greek goddess.

PPS : This story is not to offend anyone , its just a creative inspiration.

PPPS : This story is also a reply to a challenge which was given by Rujuta at the challenge me Page of this blog.

Pearl Jams Black - The Abortion.

“Kanta” the nurse looked up from her clipboard at the waiting chairs, she was seated there.“Yes,” she stood up.“I am sujata ...come...Dr.Jayant will see you shortly.”.She was now seated in a small room with a big machine that had a bed attached with a screen.She was calm but the horror in her eyes was there to see, if anyone cared to look at it.Soon the door opened and a chubby man entered, wearing a green coat with white pants, bearing the nametag ‘Dr. Jayant Dhule’.“No,No.Don’t get up...remain seated".He stepped forward and shook Kanta’s hand.“What can I do for you today, Kanta?”."The Asian Hospital charges too much for an abortion, so I was hoping you could help me." Kanta said in One breath.Dr. Jayant Dhule continues, "Well, it has always been about money for them, I will help you, and you’ll have to sign a few papers. Always have to do the paperwork, you know,” He smiled; Kanta's face  was expressionless as she nodded in return breathed deeply and said“Sure, I know about paperwork."

Dr. Jayant Dhule nodded as well, and turned on the computer that occupied the center of his desk."Have you got your previous ultrasound reports?” Dr. Jayant Dhule typed briefly .“May I know the reason for the abortion? silence slumbered.Dr Jayant looked at the reports and kept typing on the computer. About fifteen minutes later,he pressed the ‘print’ button,and a few neatly typed sheets of paper slid out of the printer."You sign here, saying that you are requesting this procedure of your own free will, and here,  for your wishes for disposition of the body,”.“Then press your right thumb in the square at the bottom of each page. The fingerprint assures anyone asking that it is indeed you who signed, not some stranger.” Kanta did as she was directed, then looked up.“When can you do it?” she asked. “Why, right away,” Dr. Jayant Dhule assured her.“Do you want to wait? We can do it any time you want.”.“No, the sooner the better. I just had a breakup. No one will accept me with a baby.”

“Sujata," Dr Jayant Dhule called for the nurse.“Please prepare Kanta for the procedure, alert Dr. Rohit Shetty for the anaesthesia, then see to the filing of these papers. Have to keep all the paperwork legal, you know.” The nurse nodded and beckoned Kanta out of the room. "Take off your clothes, put this on and have a seat on the end of the table there. Doctor Rohit Shetty will be here in just a moment.” Kanta looked at the hospital gown for a while, undressed, dressed in the gown, lay down, still expressionless. Dr. Jayant Dhule entered, leaned back in his chair, smiled, saw the paperwork and started the procedure.Within a few hours someone lost a life and someone supposedly got a new life .

PS : This is in response to a challenge by Harshal Bhave , I hope you all like it.

Little Red Riding Hood - Revisited

Mr Bhediya was Very Hungry 

He did not had even a single rupee

He wanted to break free

And have a decent meal..

He went and knocked on Grandma's door.

She cried as bhediya thrust her on the floor

He ate her up in a single bite.

I was still out of his sight

But Gramdma was too thin and rough

He was still hungry and she was not enough

I went to her house wearing my Red hood

Crossing the river through the wood

Mr Bhediya dressed himself in grandma dress

combed his hair and gelled his tress

As I entered I called my Granny

He greeted me, but it was uncanny

I had read my poems in childhood

I took the gun from my hood

I shot Mr Bhediya in his head

He fell on the floor, his blood so Red

I took my grandma from his belly

No one messes up with this girl from Delhi!

PS : NOM to people who dont want to see any changes in the traditional poems.
PS2: This is in response to a challenge by Apala.

My Toys !

Dear Dairy , The Day has come , finally its Independence day , Its the day I have been waiting from past 21 years ,My story still remains at the edges of awareness for people, and it is so associated with me that many people think that it must be something that I talk about all the time to everyone who will listen, but I actually try not to discuss it personally very often. I am asked about it, But I make sure not to tell anyone how I ended up here.

The other day I hurt myself really badly. Lying in bed this morning I couldn't breathe, my heart was heavy and it continued to pulsate against my chest so that every beat hurt my insides. Tears sprung up in my eyes and suddenly I thought.I'm going to die.But as soon as the news came that due to my good and sane behavior I was exited to say the least.I have waited for this news day in and day out.All through the long dark nights which have been sleepless and the long hot days here.

I know that I didn't get cut or bruised and I didn't break any bones. It wasn't a heart attack or a panic attack or any kind of medical condition that could be fixed with a trip to the hospital. This kind of hurt can't be fixed up with a Band-Aid.But it was no closer to the pain I felt when they did the crime ,they played for years till I realized that was not right.I killed that bastard.

That pain is still there I have kept my wounds open so that I remember I have to kill another bastard ,sitting at my desk now and thinking upon it, I've realized the pain isn't going away. My heart feels heavy and I can feel every sluggish beat against my chest. Sometimes I forget to breathe. Today I haven't had anything to drink and only when my stomach was in severe pain did I even remember I should have eaten.Just now I had water melon ,This color reminds me of the blood I drank that night when I killed that bastard.

But I know . I've felt this before in my life, several times. This is a pain I am familiar with. At this point, we are close friends. I understand this pain, and it comes to visit me every now and then.Hello Pain, I can't say I've missed you but it's nice to have a companion. To which Pain replies with a long bout of heavy silence.This silence often slumbers in the futile sleep.

I was institutionalized here 21 years ago , I still remember they said I was Just a kind , I did this because I was not mentally stable , I remember I was shouting , screaming at the bastard who was just trying to calm me , I was sure I will get back to him and take my revenge as I did with his friend , he has to pay for his crimes as well.Perhaps in my past when I was younger and had very little self confidence, I would have been happy just to have been alone because I knew When I was in their company they would play with their favorite toys which were small for their age but they would still play with them and would scare me to death If I disclosed that to anyone.I never wanted them to play with the toys they loved so I started staying alone.

I remember when that bastard come to me that night I was ready as soon as he touched the toy I killed him , I killed him with the knife I had.I stabbed him to the time my hand started paining.I was caught.I still remember I was screaming , I screamed all the time.Every bit of pain you suffer through makes you stronger. Perhaps it leaves you scars, but you must treat those as battle scars and trophies. Never ever let anyone tell you that you are worthless. I know that eventually my pain will heal and I will be a stronger woman because of it.I will be released tomorrow. I know I have a task at hand-to kill the other bastard who used to play with the toys .Their Toys - My breasts.!

PS: This post is not to promote child abuse ,This post is also not to promote violence , This post is a fictional take on the circumstances.
PS2 : No Offense meant to those who think this post is A rated and provide negative vibes .

Men Dont Cry !! Alas !!

Men dont cry ,okay I dont believe that !!!I believe that big boys don't cry public ally ! Yes ,Men cry but often when its raining and when they are in shower lol !!!But On a serious note I guess the only reason men feel it is a weakness to cry is because society has taught them that it is.
Just like it has taught women to be emotional and nurturing. Men can not cry in public , they just cant , its the society which has made them so closed in this matter. Men face a stigma if they cry just like women face a stigma if they are not motherly and nurturing and emotional. It isn’t that way in every society though. It’s all about gender roles and what we have been taught are the right and wrong ways for men and women to behave .I don’t cry often, call it a mix between society’s expectations and my own foolish pride.

I am very emotional, and I’ve trained to keep them in check.I see it as a weakness because it makes me look like I’m whining.It’s not allways a weakness, but for me as a man it makes it look like I can’t handle it anymore. And yes, I cry alone some rare times.This type of non-crying reminds me of going to accident and emergency and being asked how much pain I was in no pain , hell yeah I am iron man !!And when the Nurse put dettol or what ever it was on the wounds I went "Fuc*********"..This is so stereotypical.is not it!!! The answer is not psychological. It is more to do with the society. So from that day i realized that it had nothing to do with anything but the society , In the male dominated societies of the past and to some extent in the present, men were supposed to be strong. Any sign of so called "weakness" was labelled as womanly. So, not crying, not vacillating, able to keep secrets were labelled as manly and their opposite as womanly.
Both women and men are emotional and have control over their emotions at their own levels and depend on the way they take life as. When a woman smokes, she is found disgusting by people and same is when a man cries. Sometimes people have to live for the society's sake for their survival with respect and dignity.
In all countries and especially like in India, that are still quite a way from fully breaking the male dominance; the society still tends to raise its boys and girls that way .

As a result, men are particularly uncomfortable during heated “relationship” conversations. Faced with a partner’s negative feelings, a man often becomes mute—fleeing into stormy silence.I tell you this silence has killed many relationships , This silence is the worst thing that had happened with the male Gender .It had made him stay away from reality to an extent.Come on Just think when you are in a heated argument with your boyfriend have you ever seen him being emotional and if by chance he gets emotional , The girl thinks his guy is too weak .Oh Yes many of you dont think like that but somewhere in back of your mind your think like that , you do !! Trust me !!

PS: This is part of the challenge by Pooja Pradeep of Indiblogger !

PS 2 : Feedback on this is quite very important , as its just the second challenge I have accepted.

Brownie

Ankita would often go over to her neighbour's house after school until her parents got home from work. While there, she would play video games and watch tv.Her neighbor would leave her with their son Akash who was cute but had a little extra pounds to his body and a nice Goatie beard. As she grew up she started to see him very rarely as her parents asked her to go for tutions and competitive classes.But anjali had begun to think of akash as more than a neighbor and would dream about him as her prince charming with a shining Armour and on a white horse.

Anjali would often drive over to his house to drop things off and would often ask for his textbooks , as now they had moved away from where she lived. So one day she went to his house and dropped off the stuff.They talked for half an hour about life, and school. She was constantly amazed at how cute Akash was.She was wearing her favorite red kurti with blue jeans and looked quite pretty. Before she left she told akash that they had to see each other more often to catch up on more things.

They kept meeting every day but sooner than later anjali thought that she would just tell him her feelings for him. So about 2 weeks later and she told her mom that she was going to the movies. So they got to his house and  they started talking about school ans stuff. Anjali told him that they needed to talk about something private. She got her courage collected and sat on the couch beside him. She told him "that i have known u since i was about 6 and now as i am getting older, I am starting to see u in a different way. he asked her what way.............? she replied "that since childhood , i have dreamt of having a prince charming like u.....". She paused and then said "I Love you".... Akash was not 100% sure what to say but he stood with anjali and talked in balcony for a while .

As they stood in balcony akash's  Neighbor Mrs Sharma saw them and asked akash If he could come downstairs and fix her car as It was not getting started.Akash noded his head and went downstairs ,Anjali remembered that she was the same Mrs Sharma , who would never let them play and always used to scold them when they were kids.Kids used to hate her as she was always complaining about the noise children make , Anjali whispered come back soon Akash ...Akash Looked back and smiled.

After 5 minutes akash came back and said they should talk in the bedroom since nobody is here and people might disturb them in the balcony.As they walked to the back of the house,Akash told her how he hated Mrs Sharma. In the room,they sat down and there was a silence. Akash again broke the silence and said he also likes her.So Anjali took the opportunity and planted her lips on his . It was great to finally have her dream come true.Even while kissing she was thinking how lucky she was to get her dream man with her.Then he took off his shirt anjali was surprised but carried on hugging him.They began to play the love game and she was getting highly aroused.With in Minutes the new black T shirt she wore was being licked by Akash,She found it a little awkward but Akash played with her T shirt and tore it with his teeth.She then took control of her and finished off with some kissing and hugging.Akash then exploded all over her cheeks and licked it.She was so happy.They then had a quick pause before they got up and watched tv for a couple hours cuddling.

It was late now , she had to leave .Quickly they both dressed up and she moved out of the apartment not before a long good bye kiss.As soon as she got out her eyes could not believe what she saw.Shewas shocked to see Mrs Sharma Smiling as Akash was still trying to get the car started. She turned back to see who was with her ,It was Brownie , Mrs Sharma's Little pet dog...Anjali's face was so pale by now, her body so became weightless. She could barely stand up. She had heard the stories of Mrs Sharma Being a witch.She Fainted then and there.

PS : Written as a part of challenge bye "The Fool" from Indiblogger.I wish I had done justice !!!

PS2: This time your comments are really very Precious as its my first time taking a Challenge.