Monday, 18 June 2012

do I have a right?




when the clouds of emptiness
hover over the eyes.
when the dark corner of loneliness bestow.

do I have a right to 
refuge in your arms ?
do I have a right to 
embrace you tight?

when the reminiscences
of those stinging words
unleashes those tearful cry's.

do I have a right to 
curse you?
do I have a right to 
recall you and fight?

when you promised me to 
be forever be mine.
when you left me shattered
with a wicked smile.

 did I have a right to 
question you why?
did I have a right to
call you mine?





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Sunday, 3 June 2012

blank pages

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 28; the 28th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'BLANK PAGES'.


It was raining since the morning today . After returning back from the office she quickly tided up her house and got properly dressed up. At 7:00 pm the doorbell rang . As she opened up the door damp aroma of the rain and a man entered the house with a bouquet of roses in his hands.

"Hello Shubhash , come in"
 " here pretty roses for a pretty lady"
" haha , thank you " she said blushing.

She came to know that Shubash got a new job in the same city a month ago when they bumped into each other in a bus returning back from office. Since then they were in constant touch with each other . In the initial stages of their acquittance she had made it clear that she wanted to restrict to just to friendship  to which he replied  that it was ok with him and he considered her as a friend and wanted to just one. With each meeting their closeness grew .they kept on talking for hours and every day it was turning out to be  harder for to resist from the fact that she has started liking him.

Dinner had , they sat down to have a cup of coffee and chit chat.With the melody of the pouring rain and steaming hot coffee cups their conversation carried on from their office work, colleges to mutual friends and then random here and there.

" have you been to Lonavala ? its a beautiful place" asked Shubhash
" ah yes , I visited that place when we were young . I still remember it was so much fun ! " she replied with child like excitement. " you know most of our child hood was spent traveling. I have been to Rajasthan , Utrakhand and even Nepal !! In fact we were planning to send you and di there for your honeymoon"
and suddenly there was an awkward silence and then out burst of memories . 

 Preeti's elder sister Kajal  had killed her self for a reason unknown just a few days before her marriage with Subhash , Leaving behind her diary with a few blank pages in it and lots of memories behind for her.

That day brought havoc to her life. It was just not that she had lost her guide, friend and protector i.e. her sister that day also, she was asked to marry her sisters fiance which she obviously refused. How could she marry subhash and how could her and his parents even think about it after all this ?
It is said if you can understand your parents you can understand the world and she hadn't solved the mystery yet.
Since then her life revolved around the two 'whys' .
 first, that why did  her sister  commit suicide ? and second  that why did she did not want to marry Subhash if she didn't love any one else and thought him to be a nice guy? She had no reasons  for both . All she could say was that her was her sisters fiance , that didn't convince her orthodox parents.
Because she didn't have any answers she said she needed time think about it .
Latter she got a job offer in an other city  which she ready accepted to escape the q's and buts of her parents .Since then her life was just a tune of monotony between her office, her flat and the two questions , with an occasional change in the note.

 "Hey are you alright  ? Preeti ?" asked Subhash" lost some where?"
"Oh yes I am fine , nah ! " said she reviving back to present.
"You know she would have been a wonderful writer " trying to ease up the moment." I loved one of her lines written in her diary "
" Really ? tell me ?"
" It was...' Life is just like a few blank pages..' "
 Before she could finish off ,there was a thunder roar and then the lights went off .
 They lit  the whole room with candles.

 "Candles " she whispered and she then rushed off to another room with a candle in hand .
" what happened ?? I wanted to tell you something " shouted Subhash.
 " oh wait for some time " she said , shutting the door of the room.



She quickly searched  her sister's diary and stared feeling the blank pages in it. Yes , she knew her sister would leave some message behind and started hovering the pages over the flame.
It was an old magic trick they used to send their secrete messages in their child hood , by writing with a white wax on a blank white sheet , and then hovering it over the flame to make the writing visible.
Finally she would know. Her heart beat was racing .
and then she saw the hidden words.
" Subhash loves Preeti. I have no reason to live"

An eternal silence started blanketing her, and then thoughts came running out.
Suddenly every thing made sense that was an coincidence earlier , every distorted piece of the puzzle  now took its place revealing the picture clearly to her.
Shubhash first broke up with her sister , then took a job up here to be with her. Probably their meeting wasn't a coincidence too , but all a part of the plan !

A drop of tear flew down her cheek when she heard a knock.
She slowly opened the door and saw Subhash bent down on his knees with a ring in his hands
And then utter the ominous words " will you marry me?"
This time she had all the answers to her 'whys'.....


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how true were Kajal' words:


" life is a just like few blank pages .
A lot can happen over it"...



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Saturday, 2 June 2012

burning flame








In the wake of smoking cloth alight ,
smokeless, the flame burns more,
unrecognized .



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http://www.1zoom.net/big2/8/108193-sdimon.jpg

Saturday, 19 May 2012

the way (page 8 )

source: Ruhani's blog



In the black and white
of life, often, I find 
way towards its Grey


dear diary

 I was just browsing my net when I saw this picture . Its a part of mind blowing may .
well I am not so sure if  it is in sync with it , but well it just ' inspired ' these lines out of me!
The fact that its a black an white picture and of a car that obviously moves on a road ( rather way ) was the probable reason I guess. well you just have to be inspired right ??:D:D:D

yours 
school girl

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

glass container (page 7)

source: ruhani's blog
Hi diary


this pic reminds me of one of my childhood incident.

I guess I must have been 4 or 5 .mmm may  be 6 at that time , and I loved visiting my grandparents house. Well mostly because of the mysterious ' store' house there. It was a dark and gloomy kind of place , with a small vent in the wall high above that allowed light inside.Even today I wonder that how does that place keeps on upgrading things in it, every time I visit it , I have something new to discover.You can guess that I wasnt allowed to enter that room , well that's what made it 'mysterious' right ?
Ok, It was a nice sunny afternoon , when I went on my treasure hunt ,when every one was sleeping.And right when  I entered , You bet , I saw a Beautiful glass container on one of the higher shelves of the store.
And my heart skipped a beat , and my mind stared making its plans on how to reach the self up. I had to reach it some how. I had to take the Glass container. It was so beautiful . It had to have something really really Very beautiful in it. Well ,that why it was kept up there,out of the reach of every one.I started brain storming. I had to leave no trace of my visit here. It had to be clean as possible, like always.After giving up all  the plans ( which were next to perfect, not perfect) I  decided to climb up the shelf it self to reach there.

And then it happened , just when I had picked up the container , I slipped . And then down went I , smashing two things together , the container ,and a few of my bones I guess. I shouted for help .,and the rest is history . Do I really need to tell you what happened after that ??

And the worst  part ? The container was empty!!!!
 Damn all my efforts were in vain. Plus the  scolding and the pain , were the cherry on the icing.

'the forbidden fruit is not always sweet'
 Thats what I learnt that  day . Since then I make It a point not to be tempted by the forbidden fruit.
And believe me, I have been successful In it , well almost


yours
school girl


Tuesday, 1 May 2012

the paper (page 6)


"Come daddy ...come back.....Yes Louisa ..my daughter ....I am coming......Wait! Don't go...Quick daddy , quick hold my hands ..Oh no...i cant... the light is sucking me! ....nooooo"

' Louisa ' his dry  throat screamed and he woke up to the harsh reality. The scorching sun of the desert was up again." am I still alive ?" thought  he.He stood up and started walking towards a never ending, directionless, monotonous desert.

It was his 6th day since he was officially ' missing' in the police records and there was no clue of him any where.The search team had now reduced the intensity of the search operations . They now even doubted his survival. With no water and food there was hardly any possibility of him being alive anymore.

All he had  been doing was walking since last five days after the lost his way in the seamless desert  and now the dearth of water and food was overshadowing his will power.For long all his sole motivation and strength was hid daughter Louisa and wife. He wished to return back to them, but now

It was afternoon and still there was no sign of life , humans any where . The fact that he was dying was now hovering him and he hated the struggle. " God  , why me?I want to give up , I cant take it any more " he thought.
" no dad ,  keep walking ...." he heard a hollow voice from behind " come on Charley , we are waiting ...Quick dad  .."
But as he turned back , he saw no more than a vast stretch of sand and a blue horizon.A stark fear chilled through his spine. " what was it ? , what is happening "  he thought ,but kept walking in fear. He was hallucinating.

" Oh no ! I cant take it anymore !, I am sorry Louisa I cant " he said to  himself, seeing the sun go down with no sign of any human around and fell no his knees .He had given up . " now no more struggle ... oh God please , please take your decision fast."And for awhile he felt the whole world blackening and then
 " daddy ,daddy "
 the words started haunting him , hovering all around him, capturing all his senses , paralyzing his soul." nooo" he shouted unable to take up the voice , with what ever residual energy he had.

source: ruhani's blog
' thud' he felt something on his face , that drew him back from all his thoughts back to reality.The wind blew something on his face.

" GOD ALWAYS GIVES A SECOND CHANCE. THE QUESTION IS HOW LONG ARE YOU READY TO WAIT FOR IT ?"
 It was a small poster.
He kept staring at the piece of paper for a few seconds ,and then it dawned upon him. A POSTER!!!!!  humans at last!!!!!!!!!!

 Far away  near the unison of the setting Sun and the grey sky  were two little sparks of light  that kept on coming closer.Road at last!

 and he knew he was saved.






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 dear diary
 liked the above story ??? well it is inspired from the pic  above.
It often happens that when we are on the verge of giving  up, we succeed . well it happens with me at least. like last year I thought I wont make it up in the finals of debate comp. but I did..nd bagged the 2nd position too!!!! :D:D

God always offers us a second chance . ....we have to be patient enough. 




yours
schoolgirl

Friday, 27 April 2012

a peek into my heaven (page 5)



Dear Diary


Oh I am so obsessed with my garden !! ...I don't know why  though!guess its in my genetics .My mom loved gardening, my dad was also passionate about it. In fact majority of their old pics are somewhere or the other related to their once flourishing garden. I think that's how I learnt to appreciate the task of gardening. My fellow classmates often regard it as ' boring' ,'out dated' If only they knew the joys of it. 'Tiring' ,agree it is, yet nothing can beat the sweet feeling of seeing the baby seedling grow up in to a beautiful plant and flowers..........



 thought about sharing a few pics of my garden!

Roses ...can any thing beat their charm ???????




 
this is Calendula 


candy tuft





one of my Adenium 





wild flowers have their own charm ..... these two were uninvited yet beautiful guests ...

( I loved its colour )


 Finally , THIS ISN'T IN MY GARDEN.....YET GORGEOUS...AGREED ???






yours
school girl