Two Minutes

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 29; the 29th 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 'TWO MINUTES'.

Two minutes, seem so little when you are having fun .. or


too much when you are waiting for someone ..


for her two minutes defined her entire life, for him two minutes ended his life..


It happened last year...

She was in her car... He was on his bike....

It was her birthday she was in a rush to go to her own party..

He was going back home to his wife and new born kid ..

both got calls on their mobile phones

but not one of them thought it to be worthwhile to ignore that or to stop for two minutes and then talk on their phones..

they answered their phones, she while driving her car and he while riding his bike ..

not one of them was paying attention to others on the road just on their phones and the voice on the other end...

It happened so fast that no one really knew what happened ... but....

somehow she hit him going at a speed of 100 km/h .. and he flew from his bike and hit his head on the curb and broke his neck .. instantly killing him ..

She braked hard, and her car swirled dangerously and stopped  ... but

She didn't notice that she was at a crossroads ..

Next second she was hit from the side by a truck ..

her car tumbled like a toy and rested on its roof ..

people rushed to both of their help but he was beyond help .. and she crushed her spine .. instantly paralyzing her from waist down making it impossible for her to walk again ..

It took her 6 months to recover and leave her bed .. and she then decided to educate people about the dangers of talking on the phone while driving ..


She holds seminars all around the world but she still stops and think about what her life could have been if she would have just taken those two minutes to properly stop and then answer that call which changed her life for the worse.



P.S. - Please friend never ever answer your phone while driving or riding your bike it really is very dangerous. 

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First Time

She was afraid and hesitant as it was her first time.

But he comforted her saying that he would not let anything happen to her.

She didn't totally believe him but still continued ahead with him.







With a smile and shout they jumped out of the airplane.




It was her first-time sky-diving :)

When Journey Meant More Than Destination

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 25; the Silver 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 'When Journey Meant More Than Destination'.

"Dadu Dadu Dadu!!! Are you awake?" asked two little angels

"I am now" replied Dadu laughing

"Tell me kids what is it now?" he asked kindly

 "Tell me is it true?" both shrieked simultaneously

"What is true and please one by one or else I wouldn't be able to understand a single word at all." he said Patiently, what would being angry with two angels accomplish after all

"Dadu, Mom Dad say that sometimes journey is more important than the destination. Is it true?" Nikku Said

"And Dadu have you ever experienced something like this?" Gudia chimed in

"Whoa kids what kind of heavy weight question is this?" He said smiling mildly amused

Its true kids grow very fast, he mused. While he kept there thinking, his grandchildren were watching him with expectant eyes, ooh those cute eyes

"OK kids, but to answer that question, I will have to ask few questions to you, are you ready for it?" He asked knowing all too well that kids will never say never.

"So Kids it was a long time ago" He Began his life story .... just summary not the whole shebang :)

"I have already told you how I and Your Dadi had a Love Marriage" Questioning looks

"Yes Yes We already know that" Both said in unison

"Then you must also know that ours was not a trouble free marriage and we had to fight at each and every step of our relationship for each and everyone's approval, before we could marry" He asked kindly

"Yes Mom Dad tell us that you guys had to struggle very hard before you could marry." Nikku said

"They also say that you guys love each other the same even after so many years too. And you two fight a lot too, how is that possible?" Gudia added

"My Dears that is why they say that journey mean more than the destination." He said

"Because we have been through such a hard time and we have took care of each other through thick and thin, it has made our relation so strong that small quarrels don't even faze us, we just laugh it off." He said with moist eyes

"Although destination of our love was marriage but the affair was the journey which meant and will always mean more to us. That is why I always told my kids that this was the journey which meant more than the destination itself. Do you understand now." He smiled

"Of course Dadu who wouldn't understand, after all don't we see you both everyday." Both the kids said in unison.

"Ok so now let me rest a bit, I am tired and we will talk a lot in the evening." He said while pushing them playfully.

"Take care Dadu we love you bye bye." there went the angels.


P.S. -- Sorry Guys forgive me if you don't like the post, I am writing after almost 8 months and just couldn't wrap myself around the topic and also didn't get much time. Still we have to keep on trying don't we, after all this is a journey which is much more than the destination. This is my 11th Post so looks like I am a finally a veteran, will mail all the details to marshal shortly. BAT is only platform where I write something in the name of competition, without BAT, I don't think there would've been even five entries on my blog, so thank you marshals and BAT from the bottom of my heart, and I do hope that you will forgive me and welcome me back as always.

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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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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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