Highway..

"These are testing times, son, stay cool." These words were all that he remembered. Lying on the hospital bed, he could feel the broken ribs and an amputated right hand and some bruises. He wanted to shout but failed. He looked around for a clue, thought it was a dream and tried speaking but could not. Completely perplexed, he stayed there on the cot.

A beautiful girl appeared and began preparing the injection for the patient. Her fragrance filled the room with newer zeal. His senses responded and he uttered few words, 'Errrrr... ?' She immediately went out and called an older looking guy, possibly his father. "Son, don't worry, your wife and kids are safe. Mother is all right too, a little weakened by all of this." 
The patient, his son was travelling for a holiday with his wife and kids when his car was rammed by a truck on the highway. He was brought to the hospital by Highway police and some witnesses.

"Errr, do...do I know you , Sir ?", was all the patient could say. 

Matter-of-fact...

               First things first. This post is not penned out of pity or sympathy towards the Rickshawala, Babloo (Learnt the name later). It’s just that the things he said made me think about some unnerving facts.

So, here I was, waiting for an auto to reach a place called Oberoi Mall. I got into one and noticed the Armed Forces Flag Day sticker on the left side of auto roof and the inscription of Hindu God Ram on the other.When it rustled through bumpy Arrey Colony roads, I asked him about the bus to return Powai. He took a pause and hesitantly began saying in a slow tone, ‘Sir, I am really sorry. You must be thinking, I lie when I say, I don’t know but please believe me, this place is newer to me and I hardly know the bus timings or the routes.’  To what I replied, ‘Ermmm, you are right, how would you know!’

Conversations went on; I enquired him of his whereabouts. He hailed from Benaras, had a family consisting of a crippled father, an un-educated wife and a 7 year old son. He left his place when he was in the 7^th grade owing to his father’s severe accident and bore all the family responsibility then on. He was doing this commuting job since a year.

I offered him snacks that I was munching on and he happily had some. ‘Sir, thank you, you know, the moment I touched the auto handle, I was sure, I won’t drive this for my life. I really want to get forward in life. To start with I shall begin my Business. ’ My eye balls widened and being a B School student myself, my inquisitive soul could not refrain asking about what kind of Business he wished for. 

“Sir, I wanted to do Benaras Saree Business, I have already installed one machine, back at my home. In coming two years, I intend to go for two more. There’s just one thing we need to work on that is, ‘Just start crawling towards our goal and in an attempt of that we shall attempt getting 60-70-90 % closer to our goal. It can be late but some day I shall be there.’ I was awestruck by his statements. Very aptly said, ’Not failure but low aim is a crime.’

“I have a son, Sir, Rishabh . He is at my native place studying in an English School. If at all I fail, he shall help me accomplish my dream. It has been a very topsy- turvy ride since ages. Not everyone has stars that favour things to happen. I am still hopeful and won’t deter trying.” We both smiled J

He asked about me and I told him about how I would be facing my Company Interviews soon. To which he wished, ‘All the very best for your CAMPUS PLACEMENTS’ Sir. Hope you get all that you want.’

With the rent being paid, we departed wishing each other all the luck for our endeavours. His smile and those sleep deprived eyes etched a beautiful memory on my mind. Thought would share with you all.

Some ordinary experiences just cheer your heart up,this sure was one of those. We need to slog for better because a lazy mind is only going to get you nowhere. :) 

Take care.

[Song for the day – Animal Instinct by The Cranberries] 

Foreswear…

Times those hazy,
Still seem to hallucinate and force him see.
Was she not the one?
Ponders he, for antonym wee.

Things reorganized themselves well,
When they were together.
Confused was he to the core,
Thanks to the poor fish trail.

Those moments haunt him now,
He’s left broken.
Wish had not preserved them,
Alas! He’s already shaken.

Yet, posing a brave smile he stood,
Often misunderstood by many.
They called him a chump,
Cared he least , with all might he could.

Alone in the room, seldom he cried,
Always thought of a silver lining instead.
Forgetting was all he tried,
Regrettably, nostalgia had him fed.

Every day, now he hopes,
If he could have that half-hug, completed,
The connection, each second he gropes,
Fails him leaving depleted.

Knows he honest-to-God, the jinxed times won’t return,
She was and she will be there, comely.
Friends shall keep pouring,
And atomize the wound-salt, fairly.

(P.S: The above stuff is solely fictional and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental)

[Song of the day : Burning in the skies ~ Linkin Park]

Maverick..

He knew the task undertaken was not a cakewalk. All his life, the guilt of not doing it was all that was stuck inside his head ripping it apart like a slow poison. Over- guardedly, the things were placed in the sole bag he had. Cared he too much, rehearsing each and every damn thing thousands of times, so that the execution of the act can be flawless.

               Some told him, there was only one way, the destination could be reached. People were supposed to catch a bus filled with double its capacity. He accepted the challenge as the gradual intent was far more vital. Getting down from the bus was not the only thing; the final place was at the other side of a river and anyone who wished to reach there was doomed to get wet due to lack of boats or so. The river was not that deep but the filth made sure it would give one, a feel of getting drowned. He was blindfolded by something, an urge, may be.

                Not a single one from his family had ever done a thing like this. He had the privilege of doing so or as one might say; his fate was cursed to do so. Family-men condemned. Alas! They could not stir his soul. As a father-less child and an elder brother to his one year old sister with mother and uncle not in a state to work, he had to take this jinxed step. He had embraced; ‘devil-may-care’ attitude for the consequences of his deed had to have deep and grave results.

  Considered as an act of felony by some in his locality but he was not moved by the repercussions of the very thing. Still, taking a deep breathe,  closing his eyes and offering prayers to his Almighty, bidding adieu to his mother, kissing forehead of his sister and seeking blessings from Uncle, he took the damned bag, put it over his shoulder and proceeded to the fated place,‘School’. He was 7 and had dreams of becoming a learned scholar to steer his family away from poverty and break the orthodox shackles for the good...

STARGAZE....

“When I was of your age, I would walk 5 kilometers to the school”, Said the mother to her 6 year kid.. All he could do was just hear and utter no word… his eyes watered… The tears refused to get out of the socket though… The elderly figure, his mother, raised him singlehandedly… In a hut, big enough to make them play two-rolls-over-each-other game, this was his motherly love share…. She used to go clean society houses to survive.. Her husband was a drunkard and was gone away long back..she was thankful for the plight as it meant less liabilities for her… She dreamt her son to be an officer one day..

Years passed… Everything was stagnant….Except for their ages… One fine day, when she was busy making her son’s favourite dinner, some car horns caught her attention.. This was rare.... she hurried to see what that was… there, her son, 30, in his white shirt tucked neatly in the black trousers was standing next to a white Ambassador car with a red light over the car roof, SALUTING to his mother and more importantly his idol and only source of inspiration.. “This is for you ,Maa”, he cried his heart out that day in her arms…

Whoa ! What was that ????

Don’t know where to start off with, Ermm, let me just begin.. Well, it all happened like this…

The backdrop was sepia coloured and everything else was so scenic that I stood there spellbound by the amazing valleys and pasture in front of me. There, far far away, I could see some shepherds like mere specks on the ocean minding their herds… Cool soothing breeze massaging my body cells… The place seemed to be an un-trespassed sanctity minus the shepherds… And I was having quite a quality time there….

All of a sudden, I heard strong sound of brakes jamming the tyres, someone tried to reduce the speed of his car but failed miserably.. The speed took charge and went on to ram straight into the rock…. The bonnet was heavily damaged and I could see some fumes out of it… The bent head of the driver caused the horns to blow aloud (Filmy scene, yeah like that)…. I arrived at the sorry accident spot in no time... I tried opening the doors… The accident had left me completely terrified, skipped some heart beats I guess…Breathing deep, I courageously attemped again and I was stunned.... Not that it was more horrifying or something ……What surprised me more was that I knew those people…. Goddammmit, I knew those souls.. I did !!!!…. I went on only to find a young lad and a girl in her early twenties may be…

I hurried to the best of my capabilitiies and pulled them out and discovered that luckily the lady had just some bruises over her body and the chap was bleeding, blood dropping from his temporal spots of the head....

The following things happened in a quick succession, more like a rapid fire round….

“Errrm, Jazzz, How are you ???”, I asked .
“Don’t worry Amit, we are with you, you just have to breathe, keep breathing mate, you shall not leave us.. never… not like this….” I said….

It was a dream….. The next thing I remember is, we were in a hospital and Amit was safe with a white strip over his forehead covering his temporal spots and he said to me, ” This is for yu Joe, ‘jim’ gaya tha ????“ Don’t try to gauge what the question means… and I don’t even remember what was it that Amit gave to me…
Jazz just looked at me and said, " Buttercup is safe Joe, thnnxxx =) "...

Those people were --- Jazz- Aditi- (@Islejazz) and amit- @TyaunTyaun .. One of the amazing people I came in contact with on Twitter…. They were in my dreams some weeks ago…

Don’t know, what it meant… One thing is for sure, no matter if you know some people, you meet them or not, they do seem to have become the part of your life in a way or the other…The chats you have with them and the jokes along with sharing the grief and everything just makes you want to be in their company.... A much more evolved relationship than Friends…..Dream just gave me a chance to meet them... Must admit, I found a new world in Twitter, cuz’ I found some amazing Tweeps there J
Cheers to every Tweep :)

Thank You Andy Murray and Roger Federer for an amazing match WIMBLEDON 2012 !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ahaw00H_9TI&feature=relmfu

Bewilderment...

“So, I may take it as a yes. Good choice, I must add. Don’t worry, the money shall arrive at your residence in a day. Make us proud.”

He had greased a palm of an innocent budding Cricketer, “Anvay”. Poor chap, had nothing else to do but accept it or pay the price of getting killed. They wanted him to under-perform for the much awaited India under 19 World Cup Final Match against Netherland.

On the D-Day , he played his shots. Looked in great touch.. But the very feeling of the consequences marred his intention. He could almost foresee the outcome of his ‘good play’ and ending up in a graveyard.. He was a fighter and lead a life of principles. The ideals failed to avoid the inevitable though. He gave away his wicket and was out for a decent 22.

“The match fixers must be delighted”, thought he, “sending flying kisses to me”. He was torn apart. It was the last thing he had ever imagined. But, they say, when it comes to securing Family Future, everything is fair. India Under 19 team lost the match. Anvay was their trump card.

Prior to the match, Fixers played a bet game on Anvay mentioning that he would flunk big time in the final and be out in the twenties. Seeing the form Anvay depicted, it was next to impossible. Well, the betters i.e. the fixers won a huge amount. They succeeded. Anvay was dejected by the performance he had to show. The sense of guilt could not allow him sleep for days.

So far so good.

But the scene was not so rosy as it appears. An inquiry was called off to investigate what led Anvay to give away as a “hit - wicket” (when the batsman accidently hits some part of his body or bat to the stumps in attempting for a shot) .

Anvay kept mum.  He spoke about none. He knew what would have happened had he attempted. His behavior towards family changed. He was not that jolly person after the match. But then family hoped it as an one-more-post-lost period…

A week later, the evil heads, fixers, sold the tape of bribing Anvay to a media channel. He was bribed by people wearing some masks and speaking with a modulated voice… The case was out leading to Anvay's arrest straight away...

Anvay was caught in a soup. He was behind bars the very same day. His dreams, aspirations and everything broke into shards.. On the other hand the baddies, fixers enjoyed the luxurious life… They had played a double game and earned hefty amount from the media too.

Anvay tried defending his stand for the kickback.. He is in jail for now.. The case is still on and the file is somewhere shelved in the storeroom dust… Anvay’s jail room is his world now. Family keeps visiting hoping for the judiciary system to deliver….their only hope ! But with the pace, the system crawls it seems not to occur soon...

 Poor chap Anvay, caught in the web of this forged politics !

Freakkkkkkk !

Oh! The comfort of lying down under a thick blanket in the chilly rainy mornings, warming every bit of your body, this has to be my idea of bliss. One fine morning on Sunday, after an amazing dream, I opened my eyes to enter into another. And my mind swayed back in the past towards that part of the brain where childhood memories are stacked and preserved.

There I was, in the bed, cozily slumbering on a Sunday. Just then, Tin Tin, Snowy and Captain Haddock’s 10,000 Billions of bilious blue blistering barnacles woke me up.. Always wondered how promptly alarms work (TV alarm)…. It was 5 am and I and my younger Bro, Akshay used to kick start our Sunday in this fashion.. Yes, we were cartoon freaks..We still are.. Cartoon Network was my life.. I owe a lot to it, for being such a good companion no matter what the weather was!

An hour of Tin Tin, followed by The Adventures of Scooby and Scrappy Doo held me in the bed, needless to say , everyone in the house was still asleep … Julie, my Pomeranian Bitch (for all those with the raised eyebrows, bitch here means female dog ;) ) disturbed me with her bark, she demanded her breakfast early in the morning.. Served her during the break and was back into my heavenly soothing bed..,.

Moments later, Popeye and Bluto appeared on the Channel to contest for Olive, the girl with bamboo legs  :P She just had enough skin needed to shield her bones.. :P… I must confess my love for spinach was merely due to Popeye..

The day then went on to witness The PowerPuff Girls, Tom and Jerry and other shows too… And for a cartoon freak like me it was an extravaganza..

My mind travelled large distance returning back to reality, where I did lay on the cot, rain splashes hitting the eardrums and me thinking about those good old days.. Ah! I miss ‘em all..

Duck Tales, Talespin and Johny Quest always enthralled me.. Sometimes I even personified Mowgli and had words with Julie..  My love for gadgets then was at peak when I used to see Batman and Swat Kats perform some amazing feats.. Always wished to be at the tranquil residence which would be ruffled by Courage the Cowardly Dog’s crazy activities…  The love between Peter Parker and Mary Jane was my favourite love story then..  I always hoped , someday I discover the gummy bears and request them for the gummy juice which could enable me to jump far distances in no time..

Captain Planet not only entertained but also taught me the way to deal with some useful environmental issues, so that we make this place , our earth a better place to live in.. Dexter's Laboratory was my childhood goal ! Loved the way, he used to treat his sis, Didi ! ;)

Often , When I was alone, I used to slide a box in an open space in the verandah and enact like I was taming a ghost to enter the box , just like , Ghost Busters did…  I could go all day long to write about my love for cartoons, but I stop here.

Ah! What a time it was, golden days of one’s precious childhood, I must say..

These days, I feel like a weird nostalgic bum, craving to go to the past but the slap of this cruel present wakes me up bringing me back to the senses.. Could not wait for 14^th November to let the child in me speak aloud.. Felt like sharing..

Hope, it reminded yu all cartoon freaks about the fabulous part of life.. . Well sometimes , exploring the past again, is truly a walk on the air! No?!!! J

Phobia..

They say, it takes one, real guts to do a dare devilry act, but more than that to overcome one’s fear.

He always felt jealous of people who used to go diving into the water, holding their breaths to eternity. To him, even a petty dip in it was next to committing suicide. Once the water filled up the nose, ears and what not, he felt like some one’s playing drowning games with him and pulling him down.

Not anymore!

One tiring day, he was invited by his senior employees at office to join them at a river nearby for a dip; he could not refuse, though he didn’t want to go. A day passed, second day passed and there he was, just enjoying the cool river running water. He preferred not go far inside, so preferred to be at the bank, wetting his legs. One fine day, he thought of doing the unusual.

He was an optimist; he bounced back whenever he was pushed to limits. That day, he was determined to overcome his so called aqua-phobia. And so, the next time, he tried to hold breaths under water. Whhooop Dupp! And there he went inside water, he could feel water entering his ears, hitting his eardrums, that too in a rhythm. He did it, once, twice, and thrice. Holding a breathe didn’t seem difficult to him under water, he let his body sway away by the water current,  this was one of the most amazing things witnessed till date for him. He went on like a fish covering several distances downstream. Though he knew no swimming, he could enjoy the running water. Several feats he tried, neophyte though, he felt like a kid enjoying his first cycle ride.

It is amazing how the water pulls you down when you are on the surface and pushes you when you are in it !

He was stopped by the seniors who were quite amazed by the childish behavior. They then urged him to open his eyes under water and have a look into the world beneath. Refrained it earlier, but then he tried it on. A thing that seems trivial to many, one can enjoy it to the farthest if he is doing it for the first time. Just then, his eyes could watch the beautiful under water view. He was dazed to the core.Emotional enough to let a tear or so to drop. He thought of his friends and could see them smiling then. He felt proud, accomplished. Complete!

P.S: That ‘he’ is me, yeah, and I am not aqua-phobic, not anymore!
J

AN EMOTIONAL RIDE...

Ankita Patel's Masterpiece !

To meet  and hug her tight,
I need no foresight,
Then why the hell does my mind fight,
To keep things up and right ?

No one ever fitted my arms,
Like she did!
Oh God! What a feeling,
I don’t kid.

Memories,  shall be cherished forever,
She was and she is a savior,
For I was all alone and petrified,
She came by and once kept me occupied.

Ankita Patel's Masterpiece !

Like Midas, I feel today,
Embrace gold but still I stray,
Tell me God, is there a way,
Oh Alas ! I guess, nay!

Smile I often, thinking of those pleasant times,
Rings a heart bell like wind chimes,
Life it is, as they all say,
Care too much and run away it may.

Ankita Patel's Masterpiece

Things are good now, things are fine,
Sun is bright and the days do shine,
On an emotional boat at midnight I ride,
Thinking of you, Honey, by my side…. J

N.B.: Thanks to the beautiful sketches made by,  ANKITA PATEL, a good Friend and a  medical student at Jodhpur.

You can follow her on TWITTER - @ImA_Dragon
and Follow me - @JimMoriartyy !

FATE, The Apocalypse...

Metro Station, Santonia… Sazon had camouflaged himself as a beggar with a blanket and had an intention to chagrin the rascal. Every day he used to look for the culprit, the one who raped and killed his wife. The hotel manager had shared a video with him, Daniel often got intimate with the women he brought at hi splace . One fine evening, the predator met the prey. Daniel mocked over the locket of tiger’s nail, the oldie had. Sazon could not hear the blabber, his wife’s cold face, feet and her cold dead hand in his, was all he remembered. Finishing his soft drink and dumping it in the beggar’s hat, he left the place cursing Sazon. Completely unaware that Sazon would follow him.

That very night, When Daniel was asleep, Sazon kicked off the ritual again in the damned graveyard. Star sign-tiger’s nail-rhino’s horn, bones, and neck-slit bull’s head. The center of the sign was crowned by the locket once worn by Daniel. The murmuring and hissing began, Insects, owls and wolves joined in too. Their cries filled the atmosphere, made it look horrifying. He did it all hugger-mugger. Taking few blood sips off the bull’s head, the magic commenced.

Daniel was forced to come over, his eyes closed at midnight, rustling thru the dried grass until he reached the graveyard. No sooner did the executor see Daniel, than he gave his sword a big swing at the visitor’s leg ripping it off his body, blood spilled all over and the hedonistic beast was down on to the ground awake, in excruciating pain. Before he could ask anything, the manslayer, blood still dripping from his mouth cut Daniel’s tongue and undressed him for the worst..

The sword was thirsty for the revenge. “”You Douchebag, She , Suzie,my wife,  Barua, remember?!!!
You… Sonofabitch!!!”

And now, Danny knew, he was facing his doom. All the sins he committed till date flashed in front of him, escaped every single one but to face his end eventually. The executor then cut Dan’s ears off. Throwing them aside, he wiped off the blood stains over the sword. Sazon hated his mocking and taunting eyes, so he removed one of them out of the eye socket. Some kind of liquid dropped from it,

“You cum on your face now Bastard” Sazon wanted to end it then.

With all his might, he raised the sword to the sky exclaiming,” To you Honey, Revenge I take, I keep Promise. ”

And then closing his eyes, Sazon stabbed Dan violently and continuously on his private parts. He crushed the things and made numerous swings till the blood spilled all over.  The execrable beast had to face his FATE!

He let it all out with a long scream, “Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Far, far in the Barua meadows, on the 17^th, drunk people were rejoicing, they raised toasts to the avenger, “Sazon” in high spirits. That day, the ghost, wife’s scream had vanished which made them believe Suzie was at peace finally. Barua was safe then. Women like Miley were never treated badly. Sazon was a hero!

Sazon never returned Barua ever! The night, on the D day, he cut his wrist and neck with the same sword and preferred dying in pain over the meaningless life without Suzie.

Revenge was taken. Mission Accomplished!

FATE part four..

Sazon was adamant, hell bent on finding the villain and executing that bastard who was responsible for h swife's plight..

He visited the black site and started investigating it, in a silly petty hope that could show him the way. He trusted Barua people and held some visitors responsible for the act. The earthen pots at the site were crushed, the foodstuffs scattered, rotten fish and meat made the place smell foul. His mind could then simulate the dreadful scene. Felt a big lump in his throat but he controlled his tears. Scorpion he was, when meddled, scorpions strike back with a bang. And then, his eyes fell on a locket, and realized it had to be from the Miley’s shop, Only she in Barua had such fine and unique lockets for sale.

 He went to Miley’s shop and enquired her about the locket. She reverted pretty soon..
“Yes yes, I know, one rascal come, he touch me, I slap him directly, he ask me to come to hotel regency, I give a damn … Sonofabitch ” Sazon was all ears, he knew where to head now. Without wasting a minute he continued.

 
“Oh, Sazon Sir, Welcome, May I help you Sir?” Sazon and Suzie were very friendly and everyone knew them as a sweet couple..

“Thank You Sir, I be in your debt if you help me?”
“I would love to Sir.”
“I look for a man, visitor, come from other place, you know any?”

“Umm, that shall not be the problem Sir, because at this point of time in Barua very few visitors turn up.” Checking the register, “A family of four, a women, few men. And yes, a strong man who always kept bringing a new women at night, but he left the previous day (he winked) “

“Pray tell me about this guy.” Sazon knew he found his culprit.

Daniel Stan, Demming’s street, 7^th Avenue, Santonia, OK.

He left a note, the next day and the mission commenced, to end it once and for all..

FATE Part Three...

A Fortnight ago, Barua had few visitors for the holidays. Daniel was one of them. Dan From Santonia, was a real sonofabitch in his acts. “Pervy Pervertson” is what he was crowned as by his Friends. No respect for women, instead he believed them to be just another pleasure thing. Hedonistic might just be euphemistic for his description. He was a maniac.

One day, his lusty eyes caught a view of a beautiful “Suzie”, a buxom lady that made her a head turner wherever she went. Sazon and Suzie were a good and normal happy couple. Lead a very low profile life. She being a housewife and Sazon worked in the mines earning well enough to meet their needs. People always envied their stable relationship and fantasized themselves with Suzie often. 
One afternoon, when Suzie was returning home with special fish and some spices to treat Sazon for his B’day , she happened to pass by a lonely alley named “Chamy alley”( Got the name from Chameleons, the only residents at that place, with some old , rugged unmanned tents). And then the inevitable happened.

Rude Dan fell for Suzie (any one would). He obstructed the path and asked her out for the eve. She refused straightly and showed him the ring she wore. Suzie caught Dan checking her out in an unusual way, she knew then, that the visitor is no good. Dan pressed on for the request, all he wanted was an one night stand, she didn’t budge. Suzie knew these kinda people, she come across them very often. Frustrated , Dan pushed her aside and grabbed her tight to manhandle her. The foodstuffs she was carrying fell apart. She wanted to scream but to no avail, her mouth was shut closed by the visitor’s hand. 

With a force, he dragged her to one of the corners, tearing her sleeves apart, she wore a white frock that day. Dan was way too strong for her. Suzie tried everything she could, kept slapping him, flapped her legs violently but all she could do was nothing. She knew, it was over, he bagan stroking her violently. Tears rolled down her eyes. The hedonistic beast succeeded. Suzie could not wake up after that, she left the world. This marring act costed her life. She died out of shock and terror. Dan flew to his country back that very eve !

Sazon felt like the sky collapsed on him. The burden of finding the culprit was his mission then.
He knew, some day he shall use his black magic skills, he pledged not to use it on innocents. This Bastard , was no innocent.

To be contd…

FATE Part II...

Totally perplexed, Daniel, with a heavy heart walked back pondering endlessly as to why his name had to be there at the centre of the sign?!
Suddenly, he collapsed onto the ground, which made him wake up. His blurried vison could not rationalize what had happened. Rubbing his eyes, Dan tried contemplating . Was it a dream? Or an illusion? Or a high class hallucination? 

He was high on drugs but last night he had none. A mere thought of the dreadful incident sent shivers down his bones. He knew not, a single reason to the incident. Wolves' and owls' howling made it even darker. Crickets and several nocturnal creepy things made it much worse. Just then, Dan realized the oldie’s face, he had seen it before. Those red, sunken, sleep deprived eyes could not slip outta his eyes, the nail locket he remembers seeing at the metro station Santonia. He knew now, that all this was real. But what bugged him was, why his name? why Daniel ?

Meanwhile, far, far in the meadows, Somewhere, drunk people surrounded a bonfire and kept singing or rather hissing hymns towards the Almighty and the Evils both. They wore black hooded robes covering their heads. It seemed like a ritual. One of them, then murmured raising his glass, “To Sazon, May he succeed in his mission, Only for the good. ” Rest of them followed, “Only for the good.”

Sazon, a tall wheaty, bald oldie, was on a mission. On the death of his beloved wife, he was so engrossed in the grief that he kept kissing her hand for hours until he bit the flesh out of her dead cold hand ripping it off. Eye-witnesses say,  he drank some of her blood too and this is what makes people believe that Sazon was mentally unstable after the sad incident .

The very next morning, he left a note over his wife’s tombstone,

“Whosoever do this to you Honey.. He pay for it. In the name of Evils I swear, He pay for it. Promise”

No one knows as of now as to where he went. Some believe Sazon’s wife keeps visiting her home every 17^th of the month at mid-night, just to wish Sazon his b’day (she died the same day). And not finding him there, she screams her heart out making people shit their pants in horror..

To be contd..

FATE Part One..

Dark, pitch dark it was! The foul odour around filled into the nostrils hinting his senses that the scene around must be a graveyard. 20 min or may be more, he kept on moving, walking his way out through dried grass rustling against the trousers. Time must have been around mid-night. Moreover, it was a no moon day(Or night as some may prefer calling). The cries of owls and wolves were hovering inside his head and his heart was pounding harder, with every step he took, there was a rush of blood inside his rustic body.

His sight soon adapted to the dark vision and his enlarged eye balls could now picture every single thing around. An old graveyard waited to welcome him. What he saw later made his heart skip some beats. There stood, an old man, possibly in his seventies, baldie, sleep deprived sunken eyes, with a blanket around covering his vital parts. Not to be discovered, the visitor hid himself behind one of the tombstone and tried to fathom what those weird actions carried out by the oldie could possibly mean!

There, right at the centre of four tombs was a sign, chalked out with a sharp equipment . It resembled a star with five vertices. At the centre of this sign, was a skull. The lower two vertices were occupied by a ‘X’ arrangement made out of bones, the upper vertex had a special stone and it used to glitter at regular interval. What seemed like a tiger’s nail and a rhino’s horn occupied the other two vertices of the sign. Later on, the oldie raised both his hands and facing the sky murmured something, being inaudible, all he could hear was hissing. In no time, the oldie's hands searched out for something in the sack he carried, and took out the thing. The visitor was horrified seeing a neck-slit head of a bull which the oldie held by the horns. Blood was dripping from the head, it was fresh blood. Holding it, the oldie made a circular movement around the sign and raising the head drank some blood from it.  Sickening and nauseating for the visitor, he felt like his intestines shrunk against his stomach. He wanted to puke but refrained from doing that. He then, preferred closing his eyes for a moment.  The horror made him do that.

After a while, on opening his eyes he was dazed furthermore. The oldie doing crazy stuffs had vanished along with all the things over the sign. The place around looked more calm and serene. Was it an illusion/ hallucination?
Well, courageously, the visitor hurried towards the sign to discover that the place where he saw the skull had been placed, bore a message beneath..

“RIP Daniel”

Totally perplexed, the visitor had no clue as to why his own name happened to be there !

To be contd.

Majestic March !

Just like the title hints at, this month has been more than an ordinary one for me!

Witnessed dreams shattering to pieces and coming true eventually. I had made a pact with me that I won't crib over it, neither did I..

It is such a bliss and ecstatic joy when you see one of your dreams come true, I bet even doubting Dave agrees to this fact!

Well, took a positive vibes from the previous month in which, I went Ahmedabad to participate in MICA's Samar Sports Meet ( Represented Team Cricket NITIE )!

And then there were disappointments-hope-disappointments-hope cycles ! sobeit !

Well until that perfect moment !
Never did I think I would run behind some Celebs, to surprise I didn’t see what was coming. One fine night, 27^th , One of my good Friends, Pratik Sisode (Sisou)was to return from Scotland and there I was along with Pratik Zingade (Zingo)  to receive him at Mumbai International Airport at Arrivals. Met Prithvi, a good friend from Pune too.    It is such a relief and speechless moment when one of your Friend or Family person returns from abroad. We were having a good candid talk and suddenly there was an uproar !
Everyone was running, yelling and doing all kind of stuff that made me feel a Maniac Breeze must have struck them! On enquiring we find out, Katrina was to return from abroad!

WHOA ! KAaaat Rinaaaaaaaaaaa ! J

There were few What-do-you-think glances  and all of a sudden we were following, rather joining the clamour.
Got a bit closer only to reveal SRK it was ! OmG !  I know he is just another human being but STARDOM outdid that day.. This Guy is surely the King of Bollywood ! The very fact that wherever he goes he owns it speaks volume about him ! 

And then the moment came , Katrina in Black T-shirt ! Ahhhh, this Girl is an Angelic Doll ! I wonder how much extra amount of cuteness and tenderness GoD has bestowed her with! It meant eternal joy to me. She was merely 2-3 feet away and I could smell her perfume too. She slid into the car soon ! SRK was being interviewed, and I tried getting a closer look  to capture it in my Sony Ericsson Mobile ! I took some snaps close enuf and then was pulled back by the Camera Media Association guys, to save myself from the embarrassments I refrained ! Moments later,  I just stood with Zingo behind Katrina’s Car, when we witnessed the Angel, the Doll, KATRINA ! Looked as if , she had opened the rear compartment of her car only to give us a good glance of her and then the honey like words filled our ears !
“Subhaash Bhaiya, wo Bag Kiska hai, ussey koi Dhusree Gadi me Rakho aur Jaldi Chalo”  *Katrina’s Accent*  ! OMG, Loved hearing that ! #Bliss I was so engrossed admiring her that forgot taking a snap and then the obvious happened. Yeah, I was pulled away by the guards again !

Whatever! the moment was perfect ! :)
One of the Best Times Of my Life ! J <3 

Destiny contd.... Part II

"So, you here for Diamonds?", asked the cab driver.
" Yeah ! ", the Visitor replied.
"Hmmm, good luck with that."                                                                              
"Thank you Sir",the visitor reciprocated.
"Sir? You surely are British !", said the cab driver with a chuckle.
They exchanged smiles after that..

Dusty-Barua, was not on the favourite lists of the tourists due to its reddish un-attracting nature but it was one of the most wanted lands due to its precious stones.
Barua's history had secrets burried deep in it. Secrets that had potential to explode like an atomic reactor, only with a difference that there were no Cadmium rods to control the fission.

"Your place, Sir", the cabbie had developed a sense of respect towards the visitor.
"Thank you again, could you please direct me to this address?",showing a piece of paper he appealed.
"Ah, Jason's house, Eucalyptus trees, just beyond the river Barian and yes, beware of his wife Sir", hinting at the address the Cabbie winked.
The visitor didn't get the latter part of his explanation but thanked him again and headed towards the address.

Eucalyptus trees were the only greenish entities that made it look like a farm.The visitor stood in front of the house, rather a hut made up of hay,"Exactly how have I imagined !", exclaimed the visitor.
Before he could proceed to knock,saw someone coming out through the door.
Jason he was. 5'7'', dark ,a fit man, he had only his below abdomen part covered !

"Oh, Mr. Peter, they told, you will come, journey okay? you tired? come, come in.", requested Jason.
Peter smiled and obeyed him.

" Sir, Thank you very much for the hospitality, I should begin as to why I am here ", hurried Peter.
" I hear, your farm produce some excellent diamonds, I would help you to get good price once we discover them."
"You hear right, Mine best, your father tell you, right?! ",said Jason.
"Yes, so we are good, shall we inspect it?", asked Peter.
"Of course, you me good, I happy, we go now, see my land. " And they headed towards the farm.

Doing that a lady caught his view, a beautiful woman, in her twenties, 5'3'', wheaty and her long hair made her look tremendously attractive. It was then clear as to why the cabbie had warned Peter.She was one lady any person would die for.

"I don't know about the diamonds but people here are real gems ", said Peter.
"Gems, no Mr. Peter, we Diamond producer, you make us gem". Jason had no idea why Peter said that.

All of a sudden, Peter found his leg stepping on a soft thing and before he could react it bit him on the left ankle of his leg. The snake bite had made Peter cry for help, he was fainting, his vision blurred and next thing he opened his eyes in a hut after 30 minutes.

"I am alive", Peter exclaimed.
"Mr. Peter, you not dead, the snake, non poisonous, meet my wife Alacia", introducing to a woman Jason said.
The pain seemed to have vanished seeing the angelic creature, Alicia, Jason's wife.
"Errrr, hello Madame ! ", he greeted.
Alacia could only smile at him presenting him with a glass of water.

"Thank you for that welcome Barua", thought Peter," The snake bite was worth it."

Destiny..

Pointing the gun straight at his temple the guy said,"You scumhead now pay for the sin you did."
The innocent victim on the other hand was clueless as to what had dawned on him.
The mere chilling touch of the gunpoint made him shiver and choked his voice to a level where words betrayed him considerably.

The gun-holder, a baldy,5'5'',fair, with a goaty appeared as if he had faced the harsh realities of life earlier in his life and seemed direct decendant of Hiroshima attack striken areas !

"You call me deuce, you face hell tonight.."
"Bbbbuttt, wha......t did I do?", totally perplexed, the victim asked .
"You ask what you do, I tell you", Gun-holder pressed the gunpoint harder at victim's temple.

"Far far at my place, Barua, we live happily,grow our farms, drink river water,pure, divine,until your people step in.Yes, you scumheads destroy our land, screw our women, devastate everything, only for few glittering stones.You made our place hell, I show you what hell feel."


The victim defended,"Ssssir, I deeply regret what my ancestors did, and I feel ashamed to have born in such a family... "


Suddenly then something made him stop.Not listening to anything, the Gun-holder took out a shiny velvetty looking pouch, untied it and poured all the glittering stones he had, Diamonds, on the victim's head and while doing had a devil's laugh. Victim's eyes were terrified with all of this and knew that the gunholder was in no mood to have a candid talk.

""Take these stones, Sonofabitch, i no need them now, you kill my wife, I kill you.", the rustic Gunholder was adamant.

For the last time the victim closed his eyes and remembered his wife, he could smell her enchanting perfume besides himself....he knew this was the end....
"My dear Lord, Forgive me, my sins...",begged the victim.

PAWWWWWWW...and then there was a fire.... the victim was dead.
"Dear Almighty, accept this", prayed the sinner.

The gunholder seemed ecstatic, tears rolled down his cheeks. but he wore a smile too, pointing his gun towards the sky he recited, "And now,my love, this, for you..."


PAWWWWWWW.......In a flick of a second there was another shot...

And then there was a grave silence...........