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Flash of love

In Story on May 16, 2012 at 4:45 pm

He was mad about her!

Yes, mad about her. Insanely attracted. She was definition of femininity. Marvelous. Out of this world. Yes she was his dream girl. Her curious eyes, enchanting smile, swift movements just like a fish in deep blue sea. She was perfect for a girl god could have hand made. Intently picked and crafted features, curves of her body resembling sand dunes of great desert, sound of her laughter like music of birds. A voice that can put a charm. A gaze that can reach the heart. Yes she was blessed by gods who made this world so beautiful.

He caught her eye just for a moment. She looked back at him, caught him staring through the carriage. A bold gaze pierced through his heart. Making it skip a bit or two. He was dazzled. He had never been so nervous in his life. He was a warrior. He had looked into the eyes of death. He never faltered. But today a girl, standing many feet apart, made his heart go tumbling down.

He gathered his courage. What is there for a strong man like him to fear for in a girl? He asked himself. He took a deep breath. Steadied down his pumping heart. Stood out with courage of a warrior, pulled back his shoulders, swell his chest, And with a flickering glance looked back at her again.

She was yet so marvelous. His courage melted down with a sigh.

The setting sun was glazing her mocchha colored skin. Few rebellious strands of hair, out of her thick bun, were surfing on the sea wind. May men had gathered around her. talking to her, she merrily replying them all. He felt jealous. Thought of unsheathing his sword and mowing down each of them. But her smile made him forget his fury. His jaws clenched, helpless as he was for a girl he didn’t even know.

He had to forget about her, he thought to himself. He was here in a land of unknown for a definite purpose for his kingdom. He had to marry the princess. A girl he had never seen, never talked to. He was marrying her only because his father ‘The Sultan’ needs a powerful ally. A family relation will strengthen the hold over the realm. He had a duty to fulfill for his people. He gave a quick final glance to the merchant girl, who he knew will never be able to be his for pure love. A prince should never fall in love. He repeated his father’s wording and carried out with the processions.

The merchant girl saw him. She felt pity for him. A prince of great charm, loving eyes was going to marry their wasted princess who was not worthy of any man’s love. For a moment she caught his eye. She could read his torment, feel his pain, or this is what she thought. She felt like caressing him, taking him in her arms to love him, give a joy he would never get with the princess, his soon to be wife. She knew it already. But love with a prince? She laughed off her foolish thought. And busied herself with selling her dry fruits in the setting sun.

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Love is mysterious.

 

Another rainy day!

In His Story, Story on September 3, 2011 at 11:47 am

A Rainy Day

I woke up today hearing tender trickle on the window shade!! AGAIN!!!

The sky was dark, darker than when it was during dementors attack in Harry Potter 7. Little drizzle with small droplets of water was coming in from the window onto my face, I was feeling like little kid peeing and splashing his own urine on his pants. The cold intoxicating breeze like a breath of a deadly snake was foul by gutter odor. Gloomy weather, half wet cloths and stinky air were ideal condition to sleep off the idle day and skip work just as Sun did today. But my stomach grumbled and twitched, un-brushed teeth and gas in my stomach made me get up and perform my daily rituals. I had to leave this filthy bliss of bed and rotting warmth of moss infested rug to get going.

Water was already nauseating me, mere mention of it was good enough for me to dry puke and avoid any water contact what so ever. But you know, “Water is Life” and all, I had to use it, to brush, to clean my filth, to wash myself after that. I thought of skipping the bath for a day but if i do that today it would be a week without shower, so I strike out that thought for the sake of hygiene, I dry washed myself with wet tissues and put on a lot of deodorant. I was acting like a deodorant to the deodorant. We successfully cancelled out each others odor. So I put perfume. Nice provogue shirt and comfortable pepe jeans were waiting for me where I dropped them last night. Right at the spot near my spanky clean lee cooper shoes. Rainy season is good for leather shoes, no dirt no whitening of black shoes, whatever little mud that gets on them can easily be scratched out with a pen or nail for that matter, they get spanky clean with a small dip in stagnant pothole water bodies. I found two dried up mismatching (matching is for blouses) socks lying in corner of my shoe rack under old newspapers.I got ready, did my hair in the rayban sunglasses and i’m off to work.

I don’t carry umbrella, Umbrella is for uncles. I buy newspaper. When it’s raining it covers my head and when it’s not raining I can ogle at pictures in Bombay Times. And if a nice girl seats next to me in bus I can always pretend to be reading Economic times and impress her. It’s much much better than Umbrella. I went out, drizzle was still on, Two dogs were making love with each other in this romantic weather, A human couple walked past them in the gutter waters. Holding hands, laughing and dirty talking with each other to get in the tempo. I thought they got inspired from the dogs. I washed my shoes in one of the potholes, they look awesome. I polished them with my pants on the calf. Three girls of my company were standing at the bus stop. I smiled, They giggled, I ogled We moved on..

I found my perfect spot in the bus, I can see every girl that boards the bus. Their wet hair, drenched cloths, charming perfume makes my travel entertaining. Some smile at me, some try to flirt, for some I try to flaunt my muscles through my wet shirt. They enjoy. I like rainy season. It makes girls a bit more horny. I ignore most of them.

I don’t care about office. Work is a pastime to get money and buy more cloths. I don’t smoke. So i bought a water bottle. I add some vodka in it and drink off the entire day. I feel fresh when i get out of my cubicle. The rain continued.

I stay late in the office. My boss gets impressed by that, in the night there is none to complain about my bad alcoholic breath so i don’t have to use mouth freshener now and then. No girls around to disturb me while downloading movies and songs. I ask girls to do my work in day, they get it done from their wannabe boyfriends. I don’t sleep with any of them.

I called cab, the driver was dozing so I gave him some of my booze. I drove like Schumacher He slept in the back seat. Rain went on, there was a girl drunk and puked outside my door, I put her on my Neighbor’s doormat, went in, dropped my cloths. Removed my shoes. And went to bed.

Wishing to God there be no rain tomorrow!

A Rat Story

In Story on August 25, 2011 at 2:36 pm

In a land far far near to us there was a rat-colony. 1 billion rats in a very big farm. The farm was huge. The farmer was an intelligent guy. He diversified his production. Someplace he planted cash crops and somewhere food grains. The rats would live in his farm. They had borders and limit just like a big country. Depending upon the availability of the resources to the rats they had chosen their occupation. Some rats were trading cash crops and getting rich, some were harvesting and storing food grains. Merchant rats would buy food from one area and sell it to the commercial area. Rats who were into trading and living in cash rich areas became educated. They learned the tricks of trade and knew that money rules. On the other hand food harvesting rats were uneducated, they were working hard and long but were not paid enough to get better schooling or any awareness like the rich rats. Their standard of living was drowning, less money meant less facilities for them, which in turn meant more hard work and lesser intellectual growth.

Farmer was living in a developing country. He had to produce more food to satisfy hunger of his countrymen. So he planted more grains and paddy. The cash crops were small but his profit margin was higher from them. Farmer would give all facilities and his earnest attention towards the cash crops. These blessings from farmer meant good business for trading rats but that also meant only few among 1 billion to be benefited. Majority rats who were harvesting and storing food were uneducated, living in adverse conditions and working hard but earning very less.

Rich rats would take advantage of this. They would exploit these poor ones and build there empire, they would grow rich and intelligent, while poor one would grow poor and stay ignorant. Owing to their near foolish ignorance they were manipulated by rich and powerful ones, making the exploitation and injustice more prominent than ever. The economical barrier between the rats was increasing and farm harmony was becoming unstable.

In the mean time farmer’s developing country progressed. He started producing more cash crops, which in turn caused more rats to go into trading and become educated and more intelligent. The Neo-Rich rats understood the anarchy and started demonstrating against it. They demanded and eventually established a system which would keep the rich rats in reins of Bureauc-rats. Bureauc-rats were the ultimate authority. They were chosen from rats and were representatives of their race or area. They had power bestowed upon them by their followers, their merciers, they would use that power to keep the rich in control as well as maintaining their authority among their followers. The Bureauc-rats were now means of exploiting the rich as well as the poor.

But they had to pay price for that. Being the rulers of and elected from Democ-rats, these Bureauc-rats had to satisfy them, control them and sometimes even crush them to keep them under their power. The money required for doing so would come from Rich-rats which in turn will obtain from poor-rats. The cycle of exploitation and power hunger grew so much so more that it trembled and unsettled the minds of few other neo-educated rats.

They observed that the Bureauc-rats, whom they believed to be honest and protectors from exploitation by rich rats, have turned their back. They are now just earning money from rich and using it to stay in power. Bureauc-rats are unmoved by any force or any pressure from Democ-rats, they were just exploiting rich and poor alike. But neo-educated rats were helpless, they could not move an inch towards Bureauc-rats to harm them or even touch them cause the system by which the farm operated itself was entirely corrupt.

Harvesting rats were too poor or too ignorant to know anything about their exploitation, They used to consider their representative chosen on the basis race, area, language or dynasty as their leader and do whatever they can to put him in power and make him a Democ-rat. The Democ-rat so chosen when elected into ruling party, and becoming part of the ruling committee would then become a Bureauc-rat. The Bureauc-rat has to maintain his position. He would do that buy satisfying his loyal rats. As a natural tendency he would prefer  rats of his race, his area, his language. He would keep them satisfied or keep them horrified to stay in power. He may use any illicit method to obtain what he wanted the most, the power.

The young rats who saw all this and learned knew one thing, The power will come from money. Doesn’t matter if you are earning it from right way or wrong. They started paying bribes and asking for black money. No one cared for law or the government. Big trading companies would literally buy the Bureauc-rats and keep them in their service who in turn guaranteed Bureauc-rats the power. Each rat was bribing and the whole system was a mess.

The farmer was fed up of so many rats in his farm. He called up a sage to get rid of this rat menace. The sage has power to read animal behavior and understand their doings. He saw the Rat system. He saw how some intelligent rats are already fleeing to other farms where there is more security and a better standard of living. How some harvesting rats are committing suicide succumbing under the anarchy of middle rats. How the inflation is leaving rats hungry and kids dying. How Other field rats are attacking them and looting their hard earned food. How there is hell everywhere.

The sage went back to the farmer. He said that the devil of corruption has already infected the rats, they will no longer live in your farm. You don’t have to move a finger against them to kill and drive them away from your farm. They have already moved to path of their extinction and sooner or later you will get rid of them. And they themselves will be there to blame.

Anything for a Victory

In Story on May 19, 2011 at 10:11 pm

It was a huge day… A war was called by the king and he had decided to launch an invasion on neighboring country. He had planned invading that sovereign piece of land between him and glorious eastern civilization for ages. But the passion of their warriors and spirits of their rulers had always saved their independence.

Today King had a different plan. The sovereign country had one weakness. Their western borders were protected by a live volcanic mountain. No one ever dared to travel that land of fire lord. Acrid fumes, steep cliffs, toxic water and deadly creatures were servants of mountain who kept its land safe from human interference. The countrymen also used to respect the god of fire that lived among the mountains. They would never send their people to disturb him from his sleep. He in return would protect their western borders from ruthless king. But today king has decided to test his luck. He would awaken the fire rested so long.

A fleet of soldiers was traveling towards the western borders of country. An array of tanks that can break the earthy armour of fire lord was sent on a deadly mission. The tanks would sever into the very heart of fire lord to wake him up from his sleep. His wrath will be first attack on the sovereign country. While they are busy fighting the fire lord, the king will attack them from northern borders and invade their capital city. The country will fall on its knees in no time. And king will win his long waited prize.

And for this victory his only loss will be a small fleet of army that will be sacrificed in waking up the fire lord.

He was among those suicidal soldiers. He was loyal to his king, an oath bearer to sacrifice his life for protection of his kingdom. A brilliant lad who was son of former war hero and head of his village. As a rule of their country he was serving king for customary five years of his youth. This was his last year and by the end of this month he will be relieved from army service and be able to marry his beloved fiancé. He took out her picture from his Kevlar, sighed and put it back near his heart. He looked away and around to clear his mind from her thoughts.

Their tank was full to its capacity. There were soldiers from different provinces. Some he knew he trained with; some he knew were from the countries king had won and are now allied to him. Some were young recruits fighting their first war, some old warriors worn out by many years of constant struggle. They all looked resolute, ready for a war. They were briefed by commander about their mission. Inspired and motivated to do a task that will create history. The songs of their bravery will be sung for the ages. Stories will be told and praised for years.  They believed him. They also believed that when they come back from their historical feat they will be rewarded by king himself. They will have a lifetime of pension and their kids will be given highest schooling available in kingdom. They believed their king’s lies.

He knew the truth. He knew he was never going to return from this mission alive. He knew he is never going to see face of his fiancé ever again. He knew he will never sit besides his father hearing stories about Great War. He will never taste food his mother will cook for him… He will never be alive again. But still like everyone else He clenched his sword hard and resolved his mind to face the devil.

The king was happy. His fleet of soldiers were on the spot. They hit the fire lord right into the heart.  The volcanic eruptions were tremendous. They swept out villages and army settlements on western border of country. Their rulers had tough time taming that volcanic catastrophe. They had army helping victims out from the ashes. They were all busy fighting with natural war. This was right moment for king who was waiting for years. He invaded them. He marched through already weakened country to the victory. His plan was successful. He gloriously added another province in his expanding realm. His whole empire was joyous. A weeklong celebration declared king. Everyone was laughing, parting, merrily singing praises of king and his brilliant plan.

Everyone was happy…. except one beautiful lady. The one who had lost her lover in his last battle for king. The one she knew she will never see when he resolved to go for the deadly mission. The one who had lost her life’s precious jewel as her king’s petty bait.

I Think i’m in Love

In Her Story on February 5, 2011 at 7:00 pm

My Dear Diary,

You know this cute guy i told ya about, from my office! he is such a stupid guy you know! Total idiot. Today also i tried to talk to him, but don’t know why he just shy away from me! I just don’t like his attitude, But his idiotic reactions make me real crazy about him. I just wish to be with him, don’t know when this will happen 😦

Today also he was in my bus, there was a seat vacant besides me but he just goes in the back seat and goes to sleep at once. I tried to shift in my place just to suggest him “Hey mister, There’s a Seat HERE!”. But no he just likes his window seat and his sleep that’s it. No girls in his life i swear !

Ok, Let’s give him some chance, So i waited till he came to the swipe in queue but then again he takes Stairs to come up, then fumbles with his Bag to take out the card, Then stands there with all his geeky stuff out into open and bewilderment on face! I just laughed my heart out 😛 It was so funny you know! All other my girl friends think he is a flounder, bumping here and falling there, Spilling all his food on shirt, All clumsy Dumsy dusshiiiee he is! He is Jusht Shoo Shweet ya know!! I Love him!!

So i just waited to see his confusion and also till my smile was a bit abated, I walked near him, My heart was ponding in my chest, hair coming on eyes i was so nervous even to go near him; I know my other girl friends say he is an easy catch but i was so nervous, Somehow under my breath i said “good morning” to him! And hurriedly walked past him! I just couldn’t wait for his reply, but i hear None!

Oh Dear Diary! Will he ever notice me 😦

He just didn’t answer Me 😦 my heart was so upset! How can i tell him how much he is cute! I am just not understanding this! Please help me!

You know after that also i just waited out of queue to get a chance to say him ‘Hi’ But then suddenly this Rahul (who BTW know my crush on him) Dashed him from behind and waved me while making face’ Sala Idiot #@$% ! I also replied him, Made face, mockingly waved him! But by the time i look at my cutie pie again he was walking past me! Looking down at floor counting cracks on marble! He just walked! I was just shocked, i just couldn’t say anything I remained there Standing!

Whatever diary I think He just doesn’t want me! There must be someone else in his mind! In his Heart! No place for a girl like ME maybe! I must not think about him now! Let’s get back to work! WHERE is that stupid Time Sheet???

Good Marning Fellas!!

In His Story on February 4, 2011 at 7:00 pm

I enter my office. Sleepy with 45 mins bus ride, takes stair to climb up 4 floors. The breath is heavy, mind is confused. I fumble with my bag to search for the swipe card. The card comes out with all junk from the bag, mobile charger, head phones, data cord all entangled with swipe card strip. I somehow manage to take the card out, people in the queue of swiping start yelling at me to do it fast. They go past me to swipe it in time, my juggling with all the stuff intensifies. I feel like a retarded child.

And then suddenly when I have all contents of my bag out of it entangled like small intestine she comes, shimmering with most pleasant smile ever. The world suddenly starts moving in slow motion. Yelling people in queue fade out in blurriness. Ticking clock of swipe machines waits a moment more to tick out next second. Looking down with shying eyes she tucks her hair behind her ear. And smiling through corner of her lips she walks past me. I hear a faint “Good Morning” amongst the commotion flying into my ear. I am transfixed.

That greeting transforms me. The retarded child standing with his broken toy suddenly transforms in to a devil with opened up intestine of a dead man in hand. Chest swells, biceps bulge out, tummy goes in and shoulders spread wide. With the gesture of owner of the company I swipe in on the machine. It approves with a long beep. I turn around with bag on shoulder and pride in heart to greet her back and walk down with her through the corridor to cubicle.

And there she is, standing a bit away from queue, elegantly balancing her purse on shoulder, waves at me. I am on heaven.  I lift my hand to wave her back but just then a giant arrogant bull dodges me from behind. I look at him with as much rage I can summon in my eyes. But he just walks by unheeded by my malicious look. I am angry on him. He continues to walk down straight towards her.

She smiles at him. Fanatically Waves her hand to catch his attention. I feel like left alone in the world. I feel like everyone around me has seen my idiotic assumption of her waving at me. Giving me some recognition. Greeting me, smiling at me. I feel ashamed. I return back to my being a bullied donkey.  Shoulders down, eyes scanning the cracked tiles. I continue my walk through the corridor towards the cubicle. I am too embarrassed to look up.

I walk to my cubicle sits down on chair, turns on the PC and pushing aside Image of her smile I start checking out my Time sheet!

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