Saturday, July 23, 2011

Revenge

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He came running from office as soon as he heard voice of his wife's frantic voice on his mobile. Chintu was missing and no where to be found.

"What Happened? Where is Chintu?" He asked his wife as soon as he saw her ...

but she just shook her head in negative all the while crying

"Why did you beat him so much?" She asked him

"Because I don't want him to become a thief in future, that's why. You know how much I love him right?" He looked towards her with pleading eyes

"I know, you love him but he is only a child. He doesn't understand all these things." She said

"Tell me what could I have done when he stole all those chocolates from store, its not like that I denied him anything." He started crying too

"Don't worry, we will find Chintu. He must have gone to his friend's home in anger that's all. Now you stop crying, you don't look at all good while crying." She tried to comfort him

"He knows, how much we love him, I also tried to explain to Chintu that you only beat him because you love him so much." She said trying to be strong for both of them

suddenly she saw a paper stuck below her pillow on the bed and grabbed it as fast as she could.

"What's that?" he asked her

"Its a letter from Chintu." She said

"Read quickly" He said

But she had already finished reading the letter and fainted as soon as she read it. He supported her to the bed and then picked the letter from the floor and started reading it .. what he read changed his life....

"Papa Mummy,
                      You have never understood me. Never let me enjoy like my friends. You never provided me with Good clothes like my friends. Never gave me pocket money like my friends. Mummy said that you hit me because you love me and that she also loves me. But I am angry with you both, and after thinking very hard for a long time,  I know the perfect revenge. I killed myself. Now love me, now beat me, now show me your love. oops you can't because I am no longer your son now I am dead boy who completed his revenge. Someone said correctly when he said that revenge is a dish best served cold, cold as my dead body.


Bye Bye"
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Sunday, June 12, 2011

The Other Day

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This the story where I tell you the events which happened the other day... when..

She broke my Heart...

Was ours a love story .. Nah Yaar .. I am no longer a hopeless romantic ..

So what was our story? yeah what was our story?

We were introduced by our families .. Yes shocker... Arranged Marriage ..

What else can I do when I don't have time and skills to find someone ...

So there we were .. sitting and talking .. and taking shy glances at each other ..

After a small talk I said yes .. she said yes .. Yay .. we were to get married ..



After a Week ...


I called her .. talked to her .. told her something more about me .. asked more about her .. I was happy .
she sounded happy ..

She asked about my past .. I asked about her past .. there no one anywhere .. so far so good..

We talked whatever time we got .. talking about future .. telling each other .. sweet nothings..

She was giving her final exams in some other city and I was planning to give her a surprise by visiting her after her exams..

I used to wish her Good Luck before every exam .. So Far So Good..

Then I got the call ..

"Hi is it Vikrant?" he asked.

"Yes .. who is it?" I said .

"Its Vishakha's Boy Friend." he said .. and continued..

"Please call her father and tell him that you longer want to marry her. You need to understand that we are together for 10 years now and I would like nothing more than to be with her." He finished

"Well, I would like to talk to Vishakha first and based on her thoughts I will give you my answer. Bye for now" I said keeping my composure.. and disconnected the call

I next thing I did was to call her and informing about what happened .

"Yes, I want to talk to you about that. Do you want me to come there tomorrow?" She said.

"No you stay there and complete your exams .. with full concentration and I will meet you there once your exams are over" I said ..

once her exams were over I went over to Delhi to meet her ..

"What do you want?" I asked her

"Nothing, sorry for not telling you about him but there is nothing else between us now." She said

"OK if you have no problem then I have no problem as well." saying I was happy would be an understatement

Then everything was going well .. we talked to each other and to each other's families

The date for marriage was coming closer .. then we got another call this time from Vishakha's mom .. to tell us that .. Vishakha is now saying no to marriage ..

and that was it .. It was her decision to say yes it was her decision to say no ..

then I got a call from her saying that she did not say no and in fact she would only marry me .. my crumbling castle was strong once again..

after that we started talking more regularly ..

but there was still something strange about everything .. Vishakha's parents didn't seem like preparing or interested in the marriage .. and my family was getting restless but I always said that may be they are busy or there's some other explanation

I was again happy .. but I didn't know that my happiness and my heart were brought together again so that they can be broken again.. nay shattered again.

Again a call came .. again the same thing and Vishakha's again saying no to the marriage ..

but this time phone was picked by my mom and she was furious and crying at the same time and me ..

I was just silent .. thinking what to do .. but it was her wish so be it .. so be it

We wanted to make something out of our relation but that wasn't to be .. I wanted to be happy with someone but rather  I had my heart broken and stomped up on ..

But what are we if not optimistic ..

I am sure someone is still out there .. made for me .. if not ..

Nah .. that's not possible .. I praying pray with me .. so that I can find that someone special who is made for me .. come with me and join hands .. and Pray ..

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Saturday, May 7, 2011

Looking through the Frosty Glass

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 20; the twentieth 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.

I woke up to find that it was raining..

The scene was really romantic and my glass window had frost on it with few drops of rain.

although this scene was very nice and not to be missed, it made me remember an old incident which happened in exactly the same weather.

It was 10 years ago... It was raining that day as well ...

I was sitting with my family watching nature's magic falling from sky and providing lifeline to the Earth and its creatures.

Suddenly the Perfect scene turned horrific..

There was an old lady walking in the rain under her umbrella and suddenly a Red car came in full speed and Hit her and then ran away .. due to the frosty window I couldn't figure anything else about the car apart from its color.

Everybody from all the surrounding houses ran outside to see if the lady was OK or not .. unfortunately she wasn't, and just like that, a Perfect moment was ruined by someone so careless and rash that they didn't even notice a human being in their way on the Road ....

Although it wasn't my fault but I still feel partially responsible because I couldn't help police with identifying the vehicle..

Now......

Rain still makes me happy like every other living being .... but now I try to keep my window frost free ..

and even though it made for a perfect picture I picked the cleaning cloth and rubbed the frost away and the glass was clear again ..

I would repeat the process for the time period I would sit there making sure that at least responsible could be apprehended, If God forbid some incident like that ever happen in front of me.

And I just sat there enjoying the rain and wishing when would people learn to be more careful while driving about their own and other's lives.

I still love rain ... but with pain

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Saturday, March 5, 2011

Change

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton Season 2 edition 18; the eighteenth 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.

He was trying to remember the promise he made to her.

nay he was trying to remember her.

He was searching frantically and sifting through his diaries as it was his habit to write his every thought there.

And there it was, a picture of her, His beautiful Wife who came everyday to meet him in his room..

He wondered why did he forget her, after all it wasn't like him .. he was a genius who remembered everything but not anymore.

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Then he saw the entry for that day when he made the promise to her.

She asked him to promise her that "He will never change." and he answered "I Won't".

But he was trying to remember what made him change.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he could not remember at all.

He didn't want to change, He Promised not to change .. but he changed none the less.

After all Alzheimer slowly changes who you are till you are no longer yourself.



P.S. - I am writing after a long time so a small post this time may be make it bigger next time. Love to be back.



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