The Nest

Sunday mornings are always blissful...instead of running around like crazy she can enjoy her cup of steaming coffee at her terrace before she starts her day...Everything looked fresh and green, dipped in the rain showers from last night. A gush of cold wind blew her hair...and her eyes moved up to the branches of huge ken the kadamba tree that stood at the corner just in time to see a set of sparrows trying to rebuild their nest...The one with bright dark lines, the male stood arranging as the female in the faded colour flew in with some tweaks in her beak...then the male flew out....And how aptly it suits to the household of all the species, both male and female have their respective roles to play...but one has always to be the stronger to pull it off all the way.

Hers was an arranged marriage. Chandrashekhar was every inch his namesake, the most handsome epic god ever in indian myth, Lord shiva. She felt lucky. He was soft spoken, and gentle. While their marriage took place he had been working in some MNC and was earning good. He allowed her to work if she wants and gave her all the freedom to run the household. But it was no sooner than the few months that the facade came to an end. He left his job, “I am not meant for things like this, I can’t do it” he will always say for a reason but never told anyone what he is meant for. She didn't lose her heart, like a good companion she always inspired him, trying to reason him. And he would understand. He would join some job, but after few months he would find a reason to quit again. Their resource began to dwindle...she had no idea what to do. He was getting more agitated and annoyed. He would fight over nothing. She don’t even remember when was the last time she heard him talking softly like the man she married. She was losing all her hopes. She talked to her mother about it. All she would say is to hold on but never told her how. She was slipping into depression. Her work was suffering. She tried to overload herself with work in hopes of earning a little extra and to avoid any conversation with her husband...but her article writing didn't pay her much. She wanted to walk out of her marriage but all her social obligations made her equally unsure. It was one of the sundays when she found solution to all her problems. They had an argument, or to be correct he yelled at her over nothing and stormed out of house. She was upset and didn't want to cry. So she decided to clean up the store that had been locked for ages. She found cartons full of handwritten papers...and handwriting over it told her it was her husband’s. she went through some and found it were some poetry and stories written by him. She also found a manuscript of a novel she guessed he had been working on. She took them all with her and started reading. It was then that she found what her husband is best suited for. They were magnificent...so breathtakingly engaging. She had been unable to stop herself and it was then that the thunder struck. She knew few publishers from her work. She decided she is going to have to find a way..one last attempt...and this time she was sure it will work. She took his work to the publishers...and in no time she had several of them interested in his work. One evening she talked to him about this...briefed her from her finding his writings and getting in touch with publishers. He was obviously surprised.

“You don’t mind me being a writer?”

“Of course not, in fact I am proud that you write so well...not many can. and i am so sure you are going to be a big name one day, my celebrity husband” she sincerely said with a smile.

He hugged her without inhibitions for the first time since their marriage,” I am going to love you for this. you are the best wife ever.” Said he with a childlike enthusiasm, that made all her doubts vanish into thin air if she had any.And now she is a wife to a renowned writer. He was sincere in both the things- his work and his love for her. He would always mention her in all his writings and speeches giving her all the credits to whatever he is today. Her marriage was now a happy marriage in true sense.

They are planning to have kids now.She felt him standing at her back and he put his arms around her nuzzling her neck like a lover he had become to her. She flushed, put her empty mug on railing and turned to hug him just in turn to see the two sparrows necking after they rebuild their nest. She felt happy that she had too been able to save her nest.

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PS : This is a guest post on DVD ,as I have recently made the new page about DVD accepting the Guest Posts.This post is written by Tanaya Nath who blogs here.About her I can only say that she is an artist ,I have recently started reading her work and It has been just awesome.

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.

The Final Goodbye

This is the Entry for Romantic Friday Writer -Greener Pastures


"Beep...beep...beep...beep.." A sudden ring from my cell phone brought me back to my senses.She was calling I missed the call, Ding -Dong and now the door bell rang.


Was that a dream? I got out of the bed , I tried hard to think in my current state of trance. Opened my eyes and had a glimpse of her beautiful face from the door glass, passionately staring at me. She was looking at me in amazement and still looking cute as ever , I ensured myself of my return from a different world.She stood still at the main door as I kept walking towards it to open it.From the door glass I could see she was wearing the long white dress she bought from Singapore during our last vacations.


I opened the door "Can I have the papers?", she asked in a firm voice.


Yes , we were getting divorced , It all started because we could not communicate , yes we could not after I went to Delhi for my new job .She wont understand the pressure at work , I know I  became tense and anxious most of the time.I was always busy planning things for the betterment of our status in the society . She would lie awake in bed thinking about me and I was always busy thinking about the schedule for the days ahead-the calls I would have to make for the project I  was currently working on.I was always thinking of the plans I would have to make about paying the mounting bills. The constant pressure of  many responsibilities weighed heavily on me.


Due to lack of sleep, I guess I  became irritable and short-tempered. She didn’t enjoy her life much anymore with me I guess , We began fighting about our relationship.Once out of my own frustration I  told her that  she was not helping enough around the house.But the reality was she left her job just because we were moving in Delhi for my new job.I guess That was the final nail in the coffin.


I still remember everything from Holding hands under a starry sky, cuddling in the bed , sitting in front of a burning log fire, kissing on her favorite spot at the corner of the lips , walking arm in arm bare foot on a sandy beach,having the bubble bath , kicking leaves on an autumnal day through the woods, sharing a romantic candle lit dinner , eyes meeting across a crowded room , wanting her to be with me , sitting together watching a sunset head on shoulders , feeding each other grapes, chocolate dipped strawberries, sharing a dessert,.

Now , I had no feeling to express; no other gesture to show than giving her a big and long hug and final goodbye.She collected the divorce papers and drove off the car in the car I gifted her three years ago on her birthday.

The Partition

It was early morning in the month of August 1947, I was playing in the backyard when I heard my dad shouting at my mom to stop what she was doing, grab me and run. I thought maybe they were fighting, and didn't realize what was actually going on. I left my toys and started running towards the bedroom but my father grabbed me and we hurriedly boarded the cab waiting outside our home.

It took us 12 hours to reach Lahore but when we got there, people were being massacred, they were killed brutally. I am not sure if they were Hindus or Muslims or paid rioters but people were dying. I still remember, my friend Rehan was killed in front of my eyes just because he was Muslim. Our driver was a Hindu but he refused to go further until we were certain it was safe, you see, I belonged to a Hindu family and my father did not choose to stay in India after partition but we had no other choice.

We could see the railway station, it was about a hundred meters away, but the driver wouldn't move any closer. We didn’t know what to do. Then some soldiers took us to a refugee camp. But my dad was a strong and a brave man. He fought with the soldiers and took the risk of going to the station on his own, I remember I was on his shoulders, still confused and horrified by what I was seeing. It felt as if it took forever but, finally we reached the train destined for Amritsar.

The train driver was a Muslim and he refused to leave for Amritsar without a police escort. We never thought we would ever leave Lahore, I still remember leaving all my toys just as they were when my dad came home shouting and then we left for the station a few minutes later. It all happened so fast.

After we boarded the train I managed to get some sleep. When I woke up the slaughter had already started and I realized I was on someone's shoulders. He was running, running terribly fast and I started crying. "Shut up or else you will be killed....." was the reply from the man carrying me. I realized he was my uncle. I could see bodies strewn everywhere. People were running in all directions. Nobody was interested in picking up the dead bodies, everyone was running for their lives.

"...where are my parents..." I asked. "They have been killed...and if you dont keep quiet you will also be..." I could see the wet trail of a tear that had just rolled down my uncle's cheek. I was shocked and could not speak. I just rested my face on his head as he kept running.

This post is part of the contest A picture can say a thousand words.. on WriteUpCafe.com

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.

Shells and Pebbles

Shells and Pebbles

Jayant was a cool guy, a typical Punjabi guy fresh out from the farms of Punjab into this magical, ever so romantic place called Infosys Mysore. It was January when he joined Infosys through off campus recruitment that happened in Delhi. He was so happy to get a job in his dream company. Jayant was a happy go lucky kind of guy, who would do anything for his friends but here he was, all alone, as all of his friends had been recruited on campus and were working somewhere else, so he was all alone here but happily single as well.

One fine day, he went in to Global Education Center (GEC) and, where he was usually late in getting to GEC, today he arrived early. It was 8:30 in the morning and he could see only one girl other than him in the class. He quietly takes his seats and starts the system. After a few seconds he could hear someone crying and alas, as he looks towards her, he confirms that she was the one who was crying. Now Jayant was a strong guy, there was no doubt that he had many lady friends but to console someone who is crying was not something he knew how to do. He was just sitting there, looking at her and wondering what to do and realizing that was all that he was doing, but even though he could not help, he also could not just do nothing. Feeling guilty was just a part of it because he was also unable to approach her. Then, when after 5 minutes he decides to talk to her, he had waited too long as someone else enters the class and… ...silence... it is her friend, so he stops again and now he can see Deepti consoling Amrita 

Amrita and Deepti were great friends as well as roommates from the very first day at Mysore. Jayant had a secret crush on Deepti but had never been able to tell to her. Deepti used to sit right in front of Jayant so they used to talk a lot about studies and all and Jayant liked her a lot.

It was a Sunday morning when Jayant went in to GEC to study for the generic compri ,when he faced the same situation. Again it was Amrita who was crying, but this time Jayant goes to Amrita and asks: "What happened Amrita, is everything all right"...she tearfully replied that she was ok and he need not bother about it. Jayant asks her again and again until eventually she tells him that she already has a very low CGPA and if she does not get a B+ , she will be out of Infosys. Now, even though Jayant was good with studies, he was also facing a tough time. It was three days to go before compri and they decided to study together all night for these three days. This made a huge turnaround as Deepti also joined them and so Jayant could talk to her even more and more.

On compri day they all had breakfast together and went for the examination. After the exam they all were happy but afraid of the result too. They all knew they had been allotted the same stream as java and that was not easy either.

After a few days Deepti, Jayant and Amrita were like buddies and spent most of their time together. One weekend Amrita calls Jayant and says that she would like to go out and have fun, before the result is announced, as her boyfriend Shiva would be joining her that weekend. Shiva used to work for LNT, which was near Infosys Mysore. So they all decided to go to Wonderla – a water park near Bangalore. They had lots of fun there and enjoyed lots of rides. Jayant was happy as he was enjoying it with Deepti because Amrita was busy with Shiva. Jayant wanted to express his love to Deepti but the right opportunity had not come along. So he calls up his best friend Vipin who knew everything about him , and asks him whether it was the right time to propose to Deepti as they were alone there. Vipin told him to “Go ahead dear!! What are you waiting for?” After all the rides were done, Amrita and Shiva were getting very close in the cab, which was in the parking lot, so Jayant and Deepti decided to take a walk. Jayant decides the time has come and asks Deepti: "Are you single? You never told me." Deepti smiles and says "arrey yaar yes I am."' Jayant takes one step forward, holds Deepti's hand and just says, simply "Deepti I love you"…"come on stop it Jayant"..."stop joking yaar "...."No Deepti. I am serious. I really love you a lot...from the very first day...from the very first moment I saw you, I have fallen in love with you..." ...."are u really serious jayant"..."yes I am "...."I cannot tell you how much I love you and I want to marry you Deepti""..."things are not so easy Jayant, as they might look to be" and then Silence slumbered in its futile sleep...

II

And that was it. They all returned that night, and Jayant and Deepti were both expectedly quite. Much later that night Jayant called Deepti on her hostel extension at 12 midnight and told her to meet him just outside FC3. She agreed, arriving at 1am in the morning. Then Jayant started again. “Come-on Deepti, please don’t keep quiet!! Say something , I know you love me , I have seen it in your eyes, please even if it’s a NO, just tell me“…”Please Jayant, my life is already so complex, please don’t make it more complex. We are very good friends, let us be friends only.” Deepti replied in a sad tone and started crying. Jayant bent down on his knees, held her hands and just said “Tell me what it is Deepti, just tell me everything, I love you and it will surely help, I promise to relieve your tensions and believe me I love you, just trust me darling, I love you,” and then he kissed Deepti's hand.

“Look , I had a boyfriend NITIN during my time at college, he was my senior and we were very close. After finishing his college, NITIN joined WIPRO, Pune and she was in tears again. Jayant just hugged her, saying “Just tell me baby, what happened did he change a lot after that?”…”He is no more mine, he has found someone else for himself, our families knew everything about our relationship and they had no problem with us getting married, we were neighbors at Pune. We shared the same school as well, I have never imagined my life without him. But he threw me out of his life in just 6 months after joining Wipro.

...and then she went on describing how beautiful the days had been that she had with NITIN. It was 3am when she suddenly stopped and said “Look, my life has been terrible since NITIN left and I do not want anyone else to do the same so, please Jayant let’s be JUST friends, my mother will find a nice Marathi guy for me and I will get married to him, I do not want any more complications in my life Jayant…Please understand Jayant” and she was in tears once again. Jayant was shocked to hear the whole story and he said: “Look Deepti, I love you and that’s enough for me, I don’t care about your past but I can promise you that I will keep on loving you until my last breath. Please Deepti, don’t worry about anything else ,I will take care of everything dear. I will love you a lot but tell me, why did you both break off after a long close relationship?”

“I don’t know Jayant, he found someone as soon as he got into WIPRO. Whenever I used to call him he would say ‘Listen, I have some work to do’ and he always gave excuses. Then slowly he stopped attending my calls, not answering my messages and mails. I was an emotional fool who would wait for days for his replies. Four months ago I called him and asked: ‘... why are you doing this to me? Please tell me , I at least deserve an answer...please’. His reply: ‘Ok… I’ll tell you the truth today, I am going around with someone else here and I do not see any future for our relationship,’ and that was when I decided not to call him again. It has been four months and I have not yet forgotten him, I burst into tears even now when I think of him.” Jayant, without hesitation, replied: “Don’t worry Deepti, I will love you so much that you will forget him. Deepti do you accept my love, just say you love me…please say it…I will always keep you happy.”

It was 6am in the morning outside FC, when Deepti said: “Can you tell me, Jayant, why should I love you after just four months of breaking off with NITIN , why should I get involved in a relationship when I already have a terrible past , why should I get into all this again, I have been hurt a lot and I don’t want to get hurt again, and I know I cannot love anyone else again.” “What are you saying Deepti, just trust me.” “Look Jayant, I need some time“...They talked till 7:30am outside FC when they suddenly realized that it was time to go and get ready for the class.
One month passed by and Amrita got to know about the feelings Jayant had for Deepti. Jayant and Amrita shared everything about their love life, whenever they had time .And suddenly they had the COMPRI result out and ALAS, Amrita flunked whereas Deepti and Jayant passed with A grades. That same day she received a letter from HR telling her to leave Infosys within two days. This was the most terrible day in their life. Anyway, they sat together and decided to stay in touch with each other .On Amrita’s last day at Infosys Mysore they decided to go out for dinner. On their return a romantic drizzle was falling and Amrita and Shiva were engaged in their love talks while on their  walk back to the campus from the nearby dhabaa. Jayant and Deepti were also joking and were talking about their time spent together...

BAM....whoops...accident! A speeding bike knocked Deepti, who was walking on the wrong side of the road. The biker and Deepti were both dadly injured and were rushed to Apollo hospital. The biker had to have some stitches in his head and Deepti’s left leg was fractured. It was 1:00am when Amrita had to leave the hospital as she was to leave for KOLKATTA that morning and there was a tearfull farewell from Jayant and Deepti. Deepti was discharged from hospital the next day with crutches for one whole week.

It was a very difficult time for Deepti as she had to manage both her studies and her health. The whole class could see Jayant helping Deepti to walk, eat, study and do everything he could to help her. This made them very close and yes it was love but was never put into words by Deepti. Both finished the training and it was the day when the posting was to come. This was a tough day for both of them as Jayant got a posting at Bangalore and Deepti at Pune, they wanted to be together but it did not happen. Anyway, they had to part ways from Mysore and go to their respective posting stations. It was Jayant who was to go first to Bangalore and at reception it was a lip lock between Deepti and Jayant, which was to end soon as they parted their ways.

Jayant was doing well at Bangalore , and Deepti was very happy at her hometown Pune. They both purchased Tata indicom mobile’s to chat for a long time. They used to talk day and night .One fine day Jayant calls Deepti and says: “I have one news for you”, and Deepti also said the same thing. “Ok Jayant, you first, tell me what happened.” “Deepti I got the SPOT award.” “Ayah baby, I am so happy for you, you deserve it my hero.” “Now tell me what you have got for me Deepti.” “Jayant, I met NITIN today...”and then Silence slumbered in its futile sleep..............
III

“What the hell are you saying, how can you meet him ,have you forgotten all the pain he has caused you?” “…don’t be so mean Jayant, I loved him, anyway we met today at some restaurant…” “…oh, does that mean that the meeting was preplanned !!!!!!!!!!! and you did not even tell me anything!: “Yes, after coming here to Pune I called him once and from there the mails started, we never again talked on the phone but yes we mailed each other a lot “Now that is disgusting Deepti .” “Don’t worry Jayant I am not going back to him.”

Then there came a point in time when every other day Deepti was telling Jayant that she had met with Nitin. This used to upset Jayant a lot but he knew his love was true and nobody could take Deepti away from him. Suddenly one day he got an email from his DM that he has to go ONSITE. That was a great achievement and he was very happy. He had to leave within 15 days. He told Deepti and both were very happy, he also told Deepti that before leaving he wanted to meet her and would be coming to PUNE as he would be ONSITE for the next year.

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain that it made every day seem restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. They planned to meet at the railway station in the morning as in the evening he would leave for Chandigarh from the station to meet his parents. She arrived and was looking ever so beautiful, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, not wearing enough to keep her warm. He hugged her and they went to the nearby cafe, Jayant was all excited and he was the only one who was talking. Deepti was just filling up with some words and they did not realize how fast the time passed. At 5pm Jayant left Deepti at the station as he boarded JHELUM EXPRESS and as soon as he got into the train he called her up and said: “Babes, I love you ,I guess you wanted to say something but you did not, tell me what was it.”

“Nothing Jayant, it’s just that I will miss you a lot!!!!” “And who was that who dropped you at the station?” “NITIN, NITIN came here to drop me, I have called him to pick me up as well, you don’t worry dear, I am fine.” “...Ok Deepti, take care, I’ll call you soon.”.
Time passed by and Jayant completed six months at ONSITE and obviously the calls and emails frequency with Deepti was at its lowest as he was too busy with work. But they were in contact and as soon as he completed the year, he came back and landed at Chandigarh to meet his parents first. Jayant’s dad was very excited and happy but as he was an Ex-Army man he never showed his love to a great extent. It was the night before Jayant had to leave for Bangalore when his dad asked: “Jayant, as you already know, we all want you to get married.” “So, ya , dad I know.” “If you have someone in mind, tell us, or else we will find someone ourselves,” he laughs. “Dad!” “Hey son, don’t be shy, just tell me if there is someone.” “Yeah Dad, I love someone and I am not sure if she loves me or not but…” Dad interrupts, “Hmm, now you have a love story as well. So, what’s cooking han? Don’t tell me you are going to bring a FIRANGEE* in our house.” “Nah dad , she’s a colleague, and I love her and I want to marry her.” “Well, then express your love and I have no restrictions on whatever you find for yourself.” They hugged each other and .Jayant left the next morning.

As soon as he landed at Bangalore he called Deepti and said: “Hey babes, I am coming to Pune to meet you next weekend  I can’t resist anymore! I missed you a lot.”...”Hey, Jayant, it would not be possible next weekend for me to meet you, I am a little busy.” “WHAT? Deepti, come on, what’s so urgent.” “Look Jayant, things are not the same, I am too busy with work here.” “Come on Deepti , I am coming next week…and that’s it!” “Look Jayant, I don’t want to meet you, I don’t love you, please don’t run after me Jayant.” “…what are you saying Deepti! is NITIN back in your life? Just tell me…Please, tell me.” “NO Jayant, he is a friend of mine now, but please forget me Jayant. I wanted to tell you long back that I don’t want to see you anymore.” “No Deepti, please don’t do this, listen, I want to meet you, I know you love me and I am coming to meet you. No one can stop me...Deepti, I am coming to PUNE this Saturday...okay?” “Jayant please don’t come.” “I am coming and you are coming to meet me that’s IT!” Deepti disconnected the call.

Jayant did not call her the whole week but kept on texting her on the phone and got the same reply and same answer the whole week. As soon as he landed at Pune he called Deepti and said: “Babes, I am at the station. Just come and meet me, I am waiting at the same café and I’m dying to meet you.” “Ok, I will be there in an hour.”

But that one hour never ended, Jayant called Deepti’s number several times but she did not pick up the call. Jayant was very tense and decided to go to Deepti’s home but did not know the address. He had NITIN’s number though. He called NITIN and said: “Hey Nitin, this is Jayant, Deepti’s friend. I have come here to meet her, but she is not picking up the phone, do you know where she is?” “OH, Jayant!. Where are you?” “I am at the station.” “I will come and pick you up in 15 minutes.” “…but where is Deepti?” “I will tell you…”

Nitin came and took Jayant to a nearby hospital where Deepti had been admitted. Jayant rushed into the room and hugged Deepti and cried: “Tell me what happened Deepti, they were all in tears when Deepti broke the silence and said: “…18 months ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about it again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago... My stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain would go away, but it grew stronger until it reached a point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and he took an X-ray.

 The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially you, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth.

“So I made up some stories and lied to you. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke your heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years of feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to lose hair and you would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama will soon be over. Thirty minutes more and all this will come to an end, that was what I had in mind. and then…Silence slumbered in its futile sleep...

Deepti passed away the same day. Jayant was married through an arrangement the same year as did Nitin.






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The Watchman

I have this habit of making friends with all the watchmen’s of our society. Now there is this old man who use to sit below our building as a watchmen. Some two months back he was just an old man who had no expressions what so ever on his face, looked quite dangerous and I had never seen him utter even a single word. He was very weak and old and used to wear broad spectacles.

But as my habit goes, whenever I used to enter or leave the building I used to sing him a song that too quite loud. I know that’s weird but that was my effort to make him smile at least. He must have been in his late sixties, I m not sure but he was still expressionless. Then I started singing louder and louder every time I used to enter or leave with full expressions pointed towards him, songs ranging from “tujhe dekha to ye jana sanam” to “ai meri zohara-zabi”.

And then came the day when he smiled , about after 15 days or so , he smiled ;and that gave me a sense of achievement and the song was “khudi ko kar buland itna”.

Now every day I used to sing him song as many times I used to enter or leave the building and both of us used to smile at each other .Whatever may be my mood specially while coming back from office , singing that song for him made me smile and onlookers gave me such looks like I have gone mad but never cared for anybody .

But as I returned from vacations on Sunday I could not find him , have you seen him , he used to sit at D3 building security at kunal icon. Tell him that I miss him.

The Honor Killing

The prosecution alleged it was a case of premeditated murder, staged to look like an accident after it was carried out. Prosecutors said the defendants drowned their victims in Turali , the River on shores of which this beautiful city of Turalistan was situated.

The dead bodies were still to be found out , the allegation was from the newly appointed young Chanakya the Lokayukta of Turalistan , his version was that the whole city of turalistan knew that mriga and hansa were killed after both their parents drowned them in river turali as they did not approve their love. The lokayukta was not fighting against the culprits of this particular case , he was fighting against the whole turalistan but more importantly he was fighting against the society's outlook towards the so called "inappropriate relationship"

The Superior Court Judge Shivendra Nagpal said ..."the evidence clearly supported the conviction"."It is difficult to conceive of a more heinous, more despicable, more honorless crime," Shivendra said. "The apparent reason behind these cold-blooded, shameful murders was that the couple completely innocent victims offended Turalistans's completely twisted concept of honor , that has absolutely no place in any civilized society."He added that the honor killings a practice that is "barbaric and unacceptable "But there was more to it Defense lawyers said the deaths were accidental and to add to it the dead bodies were yet to be found out , the convicted should not be treated like criminals.

But Mr. Shivendra had more to add but keep quite as there was no lawyer adopted the case against the parents and more importantly the panchayat of Turalistan.

Chanakya a Bachelor in law , took permission from the judge to adopt the case,Chanakya argued that..........""" it’s about equality, but it’s also about something else: commitment. Conservatives believe in the ties that bind us; that society is stronger when we make vows to each other and support each other. I only want to emphasize on one point and that is to say, honor killing is a punishment for the women who act not according to the religion, tradition and culture imposed on them. To be more precise it is a punishment for the ones who desire to run their own lifestyle and choose their own partner. The victims are women and young girls who have thirst to be free and they are not willing to compromise for less than modern and humane life style. Honor killing can only be compared with the witch burning that took place during the European Medieval period and it should be seen as comparably disgraceful. Keep in mind that the victims of honor killing were at the forefront of the struggle for a well deserved human life. We should not allow these symbols of resistance to vanish before our eyes."

But as the dead bodies were yet to be found Chankya was left only with morals and rules and some advice to give but was awarded with nothingness , Mr.Shivendra said it was shameful but the verdict had to go in favor of the Parents.

Years past by , Turali saw thirty seasons , but everything had to be corrected. Miss Mynah the newly appointed judge came to this beautiful city .The case was reopened. Mynah asked the now retired lawyer Mr Chanakya to take up the case again. In a landmark judgment in this honor killing case, which happened thirty years ago the court awarded three years sentence to the parents for “attempt to murder” of a couple on the diktats of a self-styled community Panchayat for marrying against societal norms.Turali has to accept the judgment.

No one knew Mriga and Hansa escaped the drowning and were accepted in the kurali village on the other shore of turali .Mynah was their only daughter which they had with the help of The sperm bank. Mynah has made Mriga and Hansa Proud.

PS : Mriga and Hansa were a lesbian Couple.


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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.

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Half Night Stand

Anjali was in deep love with Rohit.Rohit who stayed in the next appartment would come daily to Anjalis apartment to discuss study matters .The parents would normally come at around 7 in the evening so they would spend all the time together till evening ,Watching TV , doing stuff , enjoying some games and lots more.So this sunday The parents went for a party and they were together agian .

Anjali and Rohit enjoyed being with each other for more than one reasons, Rohit had a cute smile , Anjali was the one with whome rohit shared everything , So this sunday they again were together , Anjali cooked maggie which Rohit loved . By the time it got dark though, They thought the parents might come but they didnot . They decided to swing on the swings which were at the back of Rohits Appartment. The Sun was going down.Sooner than later they decided to swing other things. Anjali started going down on Rohit after he had finished going down on her. Neither of them had pants on.

Anjali asked Rohit to play with his favourite toys , Her Breasts .Rohit enjoyed every momemt of it.Suddenly the Bell Rang , The parents were home  , They had their clothes on in a flash.Rohit greeted Anjalis Parents and went home.

Anjali is 16 , Rohit is 9 Years Old.

A Date with Dentist !

Dentists. It always brings back memories of pain and suffering. There are sounds of whizzing drills and moans of pain from patients in obvious agony. Mundane elevator music formed the accompaniment for a scene reminiscent of a horror film. But It was in Marathi with Bacardi music in background.”Kirpya darwaja band kara” That’s what I understood.

A bib was placed under my chin and I assumed it was intended to keep blood from ruining my clothes. She began to don all kinds of protective gear. Her hair was totally covered and she wore a mask and a complete face shield. She put on rubber gloves and seemed to be ready to begin. I tried to figure out if she was protecting herself or me. Perhaps she had some horrible disease that she didn't want me to catch. But I didn't think it was fair for her to be equipped as though she was going into space and all I had was a paper bib.” Come on I said I am not a rapist let me see your face”. But that was my heart that spoke."I'm not hurting you am I?" she mumbled from behind the face mask. Both of her hands were in my mouth so how did she expect me to answer? Why don't dentists work out some hand signals for the patient to use to respond? Like one finger for 'yes', two fingers for 'no' and the middle finger reserved for 'you are damned right you're hurting me'. And again she said open wide …wider..Wider. Do you really want to sit inside my mouth and have a water slide I thought.

After scraping and chiseling to remove the tartar buildup I was told to sit up to rinse. Getting up from the prone position in the chair is not an easy task.You get up and suddenly the bib and the cloth falls down which the helper picks up giving you a “*uck look”.Anyways , I was still looking at my socks which were stinking like I threw up after having vodka+pizza+beer+rum+French fries.I sheepishly smiled."I am going to brush your teeth to make them shining-white and today we are featuring grape-flavored paste." "Oh no," I thought. "I hate the flavor of grape." But I love Wine , so you have some , my naughty heart was still waiting for her to remove her mask.After the sexy lady had her part of torture done in my mouth , she finally removed her mask , and my heart just sang the song in slow motion “ lala-la-lala , lala-la-lala , la la , it’s the same song which runs in background when a bollywod hero and heroine runs and get closer and it ends with a kiss which is shown by mingling of two flowers.Chuck it.The song was cut short by the helpers mobile ringtone.Kill Him My heart said.Anyways I can not understand why such sexy , single . beautiful ladies do a job of getting into the stinking mouth of someone just for few bucks where when you have the capability of dating almost all the hunks of the town.

Well this was not enough of the sad feeling I had, The saddest part was the billing session. She pointed me to sit in front of her , Then she started filling out the form which I filled half with the receptionist[that thin tube like]. I was just looking into her beautiful face and was wondering how cute her kids would be.But when I got the bill my heart said “This was certainly one of the most expensive torture sessions I have ever experienced," But had to pay

Do you say no to a sexy , smiling , beautiful Girl !!!

Dentists.
It always brings back memories of pain and suffering. There are sounds of whizzing drills and moans of pain from patients in obvious agony. Mundane elevator music formed the accompaniment for a scene reminiscent of a horror film. But It was in Marathi with Bacardi music in background.”Kirpya darwaja band kara” That’s what I understood.

A bib was placed under my chin and I assumed it was intended to keep blood from ruining my clothes. She began to don all kinds of protective gear. Her hair was totally covered and she wore a mask and a complete face shield. She put on rubber gloves and seemed to be ready to begin. I tried to figure out if she was protecting herself or me. Perhaps she had some horrible disease that she didn't want me to catch. But I didn't think it was fair for her to be equipped as though she was going into space and all I had was a paper bib.” Come on I said I am not a rapist let me see your face”. But that was my heart that spoke."I'm not hurting you am I?" she mumbled from behind the face mask. Both of her hands were in my mouth so how did she expect me to answer? Why don't dentists work out some hand signals for the patient to use to respond? Like one finger for 'yes', two fingers for 'no' and the middle finger reserved for 'you are damned right you're hurting me'. And again she said open wide …wider..Wider. Do you really want to sit inside my mouth and have a water slide I thought.

After scraping and chiseling to remove the tartar buildup I was told to sit up to rinse. Getting up from the prone position in the chair is not an easy task.You get up and suddenly the bib and the cloth falls down which the helper picks up giving you a “*uck look”.Anyways , I was still looking at my socks which were stinking like I threw up after having vodka+pizza+beer+rum+French fries.I sheepishly smiled."I am going to brush your teeth to make them shining-white and today we are featuring grape-flavored paste." "Oh no," I thought. "I hate the flavor of grape." But I love Wine , so you have some , my naughty heart was still waiting for her to remove her mask.After the sexy lady had her part of torture done in my mouth , she finally removed her mask , and my heart just sang the song in slow motion “ lala-la-lala , lala-la-lala , la la , it’s the same song which runs in background when a bollywod hero and heroine runs and get closer and it ends with a kiss which is shown by mingling of two flowers.Chuck it.The song was cut short by the helpers mobile ringtone.Kill Him My heart said.Anyways I can not understand why such sexy , single . beautiful ladies do a job of getting into the stinking mouth of someone just for few bucks where when you have the capability of dating almost all the hunks of the town.

Well this was not enough of the sad feeling I had, The saddest part was the billing session. She pointed me to sit in front of her , Then she started filling out the form which I filled half with the receptionist[that thin tube like]. I was just looking into her beautiful face and was wondering how cute her kids would be.But when I got the bill my heart said “This was certainly one of the most expensive torture sessions I have ever experienced," But had to pay .
Do you say no to a sexy , smiling , beautiful Girl !!!

Divagar Trip

Divagar Trip

This weekend was a mast,jabardast one and the most beersome weekend I have ever had in my life. We all 6 roommates thought to enjoy ourselves in this ever so romantic rainy season at divagar and harihareshwar’s Konkan beaches. We started our journey on Saturday morning and started for divagar beach, On the way we bought some beer as it was raining and did not looked as it would ever stop.
One of our friends has got a new fully loaded Mahindra XUV and was the perfect partner for the perfect journey , After Reaching Divagar we got one cottage on rent and straight away took our cloth less clothes and bats and balls (Cricket balls, you dirty mind)and went to the beach but before we could reach the beach we saw some tottas having lunch at MTDC so we also planned to have Lunch there which was kind of ok ok considering the quality of Tottas. It was already drizzling and the beach had a very few tourists , we thought of playing cricket but after few minutes we realized that the lonely girls at the beach wanted some company so we left everything there and ran towards the beach. The salty water was more salty this time because of the Konkani beauties there who came to enjoy.(Samundar me nahake aur bhi namkeen ho gayi ho) .We tried everything to catch their attention and finally managed to get but they seemed to be more interested in making silly noises and holding each other than anything else. We got envy of one couple where the guy was a tall , not so handsome , superman T shirt supportive with a cute Marathi Mulgi , But its allright, Shit Happens.And then after one hour of fishing when we knew no more patakas will come anymore.We went and had Bhel and Tea and told the driver to bring some beer .After 15 minutes it was Beach + Rain +Beer +Bhel = Jannat . That Beer was the tastiest I have ever had. I never wanted to go back but it was raining heavily so had to go back to room .After visiting the temples we had Dinner and that was way too spicy to be realized the next morning.

The night brought with itself beer and playing cards and dumb charades and all conversations between roommates ranging from Riots to Demons and Angels and exorcism ,which went on till 2:30 am. The next morning we started for harihareshwar and shreevardhan and found them with similar beach and environment.But this time we were ready for some more fun , we asked our expert driver to take us to the beach shore with our perfect partner Mahindra XUV ,This was the most amazing experinece as we drove on teh shore with utmost fun.
 We had our breakfast there which included bhel+missal+pav+bhurji+kanda+kurma+puri+tea+cold drink and then we had beer .It was raining continuously and the weather was as awesome as could be ever imagined. The Roads were looking superb covered with greenery all around and many water falls on either sides of the road. We decided to go to Mahabaleshwar and thought the weather would be amazing. The journey to mahabaleshwar was full of stoppages as we stopped on every possible picturistic location and continuously had beers and Pictures. We even had ourselves clicked at the railway track which came on the way.

As soon as we were about to reach Mahabaleshwar it was all cloudy and was chilling. Soon It was Raining and the visibility was became very less. The lake at Panjgani was awesome and the mist was what we could see all around. We again had mix of everything we could see bhel+ragada patties + Desi Gazar + Tea + Beer. Our stomach had some strange mechanism to digest everything. We thought of boating there but the Rain ,Mist and the waiting line changed our thoughts and we were satisfied with looking at all honeymoon couples and dancing on the Road and not pointing towards any good looking girl.We also went to the Mapro outlet and had the amazing strawberry Shake and had the most awesome looking girls at our nearest table.

Irani beauties are just irresistible. I even tried to call my mom and wanted to tell her that I wanted to marry that irani girl but there was no network coverage so decided to go back and stare at the sardarni who was on honeymoon with a big fat sardaar.I was so jealous of him that we all decide to move ahead towards Pune. Beer was what which was permanent just the photogenic locations and waterfalls kept on changing.
We reached home before time to watch the world cup final and I wanted to have another octopus soup but It was Spain who took the cup , anyways was a great match to watch. All in all it was great weekend and the one I would cherish. I will never forget beer@beach + Rain , That was a great experience specially in that awesome climate.

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The Uncalled Death

The Uncalled Death

Inspector Shinde got a call at 6 am in the morning from the neighbors of Satinder , that he was not opening the door of his house and a foul smell was coming from the house. When he arrived with constable Rane, they went around the house and saw a sardar’s body lying on the floor; yes it was a dead body. The owner of the house Jayant was called for Investigation. It was not a robbery; there was no evidence of anything. But blood as Red as can be could be seen coming out of satinders leg, scratches and fresh scars were visible at his face. Inspector Shinde thought it to be a brawl between friends but that was not to be.

Satinder was a tough guy ,a typical Punjabi raw sardar , fresh out of farms of Punjab into this magical , ever so romantic place called Infosys Mysore. He had just cleared his Infosys Training at Mysore and was posted at pune. As today was his First Birthday at Pune, He went out with his friends to This wonderful pub called apache. They all got drunk at 1 am in the morning they were driving their bikes on Mumbai Pune express highway on their way back to wakad from where they would go to Pimple saudagar.They all Reached home where they all wished each other and went to sleep in their respective apartments and in the morning satinder’s Dead body was found.

As soon as Rohit ;satinders colleague heard the news he rushed to the scene and spilled the beans. According to Rohit, the incident occurred at 1 am last night on the highway, when a heated argument ensued after an accident. “Satinder was driving his pulsar and hit two men — Mangesh and Sanket— who were standing on the road. As satinder and all his friends were drunk a heated argument broke out between them, fight took an ugly turn when friends of satinder ;Rakesh and Sachin went on to have a fist fight with mangesh and Sanket ,The on lookers came by and it was a brawl then,Satinder and Rohit were badly hit by the mob and satinder was hit on his leg with a pointed thing and started bleeding .As soon as the mob saw the blood they all scattered and now only these four were left.Satinder was still bleeding even after they covered it and tightened it with their bandanas. They all were still in hangover as they were heavily drunk and started for their Home. They all Reached home where they all wished each other went to sleep in their respective apartments and in the morning satinder’s Dead body was found.Satinder was alone in his apartment last night as all his roommates went to Mumbai as it was a weekend. His Dead body was found lying on the sofa.

The post mortem Report Reviled that satinder was killed as a result of lot blood loss which all four of them failed to notice and were too drunk to think about that.


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TREMORS

TREMORS

Soniya was a tough girl ,a typical Punjabi girl , fresh out of farms of Punjab into this magical , ever so romantic place called Infosys Mysore .

It was January when she joined Infosys through an on campus which happened her college. She was so happy to get a job in her Dream company .Soniya was all alone here. Soniya singh was the eldest of the three siblings , her two younger brothers were handling her dad’s business at Kapurthala , Punjab . She never got any love from her family as being a girl she was always treated as someone who was a burden on the family , Her dad did not even talk to her once after she came here. Her mother died in after giving birth to the youngest child. She considered her DAD to be the murderer of her mother as it was known and her mother cannot have another surgerian still his father went for the operation just for the sake of getting another baby boy. Soniya singh was brought up like a burden and was always treated as an unwanted member of the family. Her two younger brothers were in all kinds of bad habits due to the extra love which their father used to gave them just because they were guys. Getting admission into engineering college was not as difficult as was to impress her dad to let her study .She got into Infosys and told her dad about it obviously her dad was not interested in her joining Infosys but after so much pressure from the neighbors and relatives he allowed her to join but told her that she will be getting married soon and if she does anything wrong or even look at any other guy he will kill her.
She was loving Mysore as it was the first time she was out of the small town and was into this amazing world of Infosys. She was staying alone in her hostel 12 just opposite to the FC .One fine day she enters into her room , it were like 5:30 in the evening and she could see only one girl on her bed. She quietly comes in and the other girl started.
“hey sexy I am Pooja “..”just joined today was not well so could not join on Monday “…”what about you”…..”I m Soniya from Punjab” she replied ….”oho ..Punjabi Kudi …..”……and that was it the new room mate . They talked a lot that night Soniya wanted to know so much about her and Pooja was all very bubbly and exited to talk to this sweet , little innocent girl.
Now after few days Pooja and Soniya were like buddies and they shared almost all the time together only. Pooja on the one hand was a very modern girl passed out from Delhi university where as Soniya was a tough girl , emotionally strong but a kid at heart .Pooja used to smoke and drink a lot but never asked or allowed Soniya to do that .Pooja’s boyfriend Rajiv used to work at Wipro Mysore they used to get together on every weekends and party a lot .They even used to stay at Rajiv’s Flat whenever they got late. Soniya found it very nice and enjoyed their company a lot as she was never put of the small town and was very happy to enjoy the freedom without any fear of her dad and brothers. Soniya had a secret crush on Rajiv’s roommate Saurabh. One fine weekend they all planned to watch IPL at Rajiv’s room with some drinks and food. As the time passed by Pooja got so drunk that night that they decided to stay at Rajiv’s place only. Pooja and Soniya went to the bedroom to sleep whereas Rajiv was still watching the match. Soniya was not getting so much of sleep so she came out and started chatting with Rajiv .Rajiv insisted Soniya to drink but she did not .Rajiv mischievously mixed her soft drinks with the hard ones and made her drink that .Soniya got drunk and that was when Rajiv and Soniya slept together. Pooja was very upset with Rajiv when she came to know about it in the morning and was now not in talking terms with Rajiv but still was very close to Soniya. Soniya was shocked and remained so for almost 3 weeks .It was a Saturday when the Stream compri result was expected to come .Pooja and Soniya passed the compri and Pooja wanted to tell the result to Soniya but she was nowhere, As she went into the room she could see Soniya vomiting in the washroom .It was Sunday when both of them decided to go to Apollo Hospital in the city .Pooja called up Saurabh and they three went to see the doctor. It was dreadful and hearth wrecking to know that Soniya was pregnant was in to her 2nd Month.

She was crying and was remembering his father’s words and was terribly shivering.“Come on Soniya wake up….need to attend the class at 9 , its already 8 come on ………”..Pooja shouted after throwing the pillow at Soniya…………..”She suddenly woke up and realized that it was all a dreadful dream and it was only her 1st week at Mysore. Soniya was taking deep breaths and was sweating even in the AC room when she asked “Pooja do you drink “???!!!!


PS: All characters and incidents mentioned here are imaginary and any resemblance to it is a pure coincidence.
Just an attempt to write a short story , would love your precious comments.

One Night Stand ;Really !

One Night stand ; Really !

It was never going to be an ordinary day for Ankit ,He was a cool guy ,a typical Punjabi guy fresh out of farms of Punjab into this magical , ever so romantic place called Pune , Ankit was flamboyant but he knew his limits, just graduated from Punjab University ; got a job in a MNC at Pune ,  It was Ankit’s first night living in the city called Pune , The heaven for rave parties and bike trips He threw a dinner party at his friend’s place , Rohit who helped him find a rented flat .Rohit also had called his colleagues as usual they would gather at his place , play guitars , sing songs , booze and sleep often in the hall. One of Rohit’s friends had been flirting with him all night, but it wasn't normal flirting — she wouldn't say a word to him. She'd only touch him and giggle as Ankit walked by. Towards the end of the party, she took by Ankits hand and quietly led him to the room, which, oddly, didn't seem to have a door or a bed — just a bunch of clothes everywhere. Less than sixty seconds into making out, she started to go down on him. Which he accepted. he realized how creepy and weird the situation had been to that point, but it was head. What twenty-four-year-old dude turns down head?, No; Never , who does that , come on it was a lottery.

She finished up, and put her head on his chest to rest. At that point, he was thinking this girl was a loony tune, may be too drunk or a horny bitch or a free sex ride but he didn't wanted to be an ass, so Ankit  began to reciprocate. But she grabbed his hand and stopped him, and said, "Sorry, I have a boyfriend and I wouldn't feel comfortable doing that." Ankit looked at her totally dumbstruck. She left the room in no hurry but quietly and in ease like nothing happened and icing on the cake was as sweet as heaven as while shutting the door she said “it was fun” ,  Ankit put his little friend in the pants and walked out and almost did not speak a word the whole party.

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Confession : I Hit and Ran

Ok. I know people do this all the time, but I'm really having pangs of conscience about this. Some of you may laugh because  I'm probably freaking out over something most people would just shrug off. Anyway, yesterday on a lazy Sunday I was just coming back from the restaurant where I usually have my dinner .As a prelude I must tell you I  have been driving for 10 years now and  I have no accident thank god for that.  So I just took that turn towards the road which leads to my Place , The road is usually dark as the state government does not actually care about street lightning but I guess now we are used to driving in dark roads. I was at a speed of around 50 kmph , the road is quite bumpy but I was in a rush to catch my favorite tele show and so I did not bother to slow down. And suddenly my mobile phone rang , I usually don’t bother to stop or slow down to attend the call but I attend it with my one hand and with one hand I can drive quite well and I am kind of proud of that , most people do that in India and talk about traffic sense at Delhi NCR .As soon as I took the phone out of my shirt pocket and WHAM….. Something just hit me or maybe I hit something and I was sure , I ran over it . I stopped after 50 meters to see what had happened , It was dark but I guess I could still see what has happened. There wasn't any damage or a dent, but there was something laying on the road.  I was already late for the television show and though I'm usually quite level-headed, I sort of panicked. I tried to see what was it and was shocked to see the blood on the road , she might be 2 years old ,I was cursing her for crossing the road alone in this dark night and that too she had to come in front of me , I quietly had a look around and got to know no one was watching .I thought of going towards it and picking it but was afraid that the blood might give me stains. First time involved in something like this and sort of freaked, walked back out and drove off. Now, I'm having major pangs of conscience. I don't know how to overcome this. And though it is not likely at all, I can't help but have this odd worry that someone saw me or some camera caught me and that someone will track me down. If so, what should I do?. Perhaps I feel horrible because I consider myself a pretty honest person.  So what should I do? And should I worry? Yes I murdered a squirrel. It could have been anyone. People don’t mix mobile with driving. 

What should I do with this life without you

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What should I do with this life without you
What should I do with this life without you

I know you are leaving me forever !
But please tell me how should I handle this pain
What would I do with this life without you


What should I do with this lost love-life of mine
What should I do with this all this beauty all around
What should I do with the flowers all around
What should I do with the world all around
What would I do with this life without you

How would I handle the taunts
How would I handle this loneliness
How would I handle this emptiness
What would I do with this life without you

Now I don’t care if I don’t get enough air to breath
Now I don’t care if I don’t get enough food to eat
Now I don’t care if I get to meet you in this world
Now I only care to meet you in the next world

if I will cry then they will say I have gone mad !!
if I won’t speak then they will say I have gone crazy !!
if I won’t eat then they will say I have gone berserk !!
but let me tell you I don’t want to live without you
What would I do with this life without you

Oh darling !! Please wait , let me see you for the one last time
Let me hide my tears so that no one can see
But I need to say goodbye to you one last time.
Please let me do it , don’t say it as a crime

What should I do with this life without you
----------------------------------------------------Rahul Miglani

Aurat

Jamuna Parsad was very happy ,It was his first night , his newly wed wife was looking amazingly cute.Jamuna was thrilled to see that 16 year old beauty waiting for him at the so called bed which was made of bricks with a new bed sheet on  it in a shabby tent-house better then a hut beside the pavement near the main road.She could notice the stares of the neighboring boys through the wholes the tent had. Some of them whistled and passed vulgar remarks.Soon It was night and they all were gone.Jamuna Prasad was only 18 and was a construction worker at Navi Mumbai , He just got married to kajal who was the only daughter of another construction worker at the same site.Kajal Never Imagined he could get so much love from jamuna as he gave her her first set of bangles which she used to imagine in her dreams.But she did not knew that the happiness would not last long.

Just after 3 months of his wedding one day she gets to know that both her hurband and her father got killed in a construction mishap at the site.She was shocked to death and could not speak anything.Her misery did not stop here , she was beaten and tortured everyday by her in laws as they thought she brought the ill fate to their son.She quietly used to bear all their beatings and would do the daily house hold until the day she discovered she was pregnant.”Ma , I am pregnant , said kajal to her mother in law”.”you bloody slut whose baby is that….shouting her mother in law replied”.Her Mother in law was waiting for something like this to happen so she could throw her out of the house and that’s what happened. Her father in law was always too drunk to say anything”.Kajal was helpless , she was alone and most importantly she was pregnant.

She had a few friends mostly those who shared the same footpath where they used to stay.Mostly they were boys whose salutations would include abuses, some of them used to work for the local muscle men and the rest pimps for the prostitutes of the same area.She went to ram bai , her neighbor and told her the whole story , Ram Bai was a widow whose only son was a pimp who used to earn by sending girls from the same slum to the customers. Ram bai gave her shelter but at a condition that she would help her in business of making bouquets from the flowers and would never demand any money. Ram Bai used to sell the bouquets at the near Traffic Signal.

It was August 1985 when Arjun was Born ,Kajal was so happy to see her child who just looked like Jamuna Prasad.She delivered the baby at Ram Bai house only as going to hospital was a costly affair.One day when Kajal was breast feeding arjun , Katiya , Ram Bai’s Son came home early.Though Having biscuit complexion Kajal’s facial features and curves of body always attracted men and Katiya was no different.Katiya could not control himself when he saw kajal’s breast and a glimpse of her luring waiste.Katiya Made sexual advances which Kajal tried to stop.Arjun was crying continuously , kajal shouted but her blouse was torn into pieces Katiya was about to achieve what he wanted and suddenly RamBai came back to the pavement hut and kajal was saved But she knew she had lost her shelter yet again.Literally dead Kajal walked on the road with arjun to nowhere.She slept at the bus stand for two days and begged for money to buy something to eat for arjun.But Destiny had something else in store for her.The third day Arjun Did not wake up in the morning , he did not cried as he used to .Arjun was not well,She rushed to the nearest hospital and it was just like striking a Nail in already wounded Kajal when the doctor said  Arjun had Brain tumor.

The doctors told her to bring certain medicines which they had prescribed. They had told her that the operation would cost about sixty thousand rupees. The medicines and the accommodation in the hospital would be about twenty five thousand. Kajal was shaken and broken ,she was helpless and the destiny of a lovely seventeen year old beautiful lady was too cruel to be described as god’s act. She knew begging won’t help her raise the money she needed. There was no way she could raise the amount of money by selling flowers.Operation was to take place on Sunday. There were five days in her hand. There was no other way but to go to katya, the pimp.

Even after hearing her story katya’s lecherousness remained as strong as it was.”If you sleep with me now , I Can give you 1000 Bucks and not only that I can get you customers and handle the police as well but you will have to give me 30% of whatever you earn” were the words that came out of katya’s mouth ,By now kajal was cold enough to hear anything.she lied as a dead body as katya had intercourse with him.Katya enjoyed her like an animal.He kissed ,licked and sucked every part of her body .By evening he was introduced to so called civilized men of the society by katya.She was rated as the best in the business with in three days and she was earning anything between 1000-10000Rs.

Arjun was 17 now , it was the day when the results were out and he was selected in Paranjape Hospital for a MBBS.He was so happy ,he wanted to share this news with his mother first , As he was on his way back home he saw his mother in heavy makeup in a car with someone.Arjun was waiting for Kajal at home , It was 3 in the morning when she returned.”I saw you mother…””you don’t work at construction site do you “…?.”I did this so that you could live and study “.Arjun slapped his mother.Kajal had nothing to say.

Next morning Kajal’s dead body was found in a well near the slum. Somebody lost a life, somebody lost his mother , somebody lost his business.Arjun is in final year of his graduation.

Wah ri duniya wah

Tere rang hazar

Upper rakhe phool

Niche sukhi mazaar

Bikti hia zindagee

Fir bhi sajte hia bazaar

Wah ri duniya wah

Tere rang hazar.