King, fiction

Literary Lion: King


(Liberty Lion: King. Weekly Prompt by Laura Feasey.)

 

‘Who is this King of Browning street? ’ Hector exploded into the nearest constable.

Hector had recently been very angry. A lot of times. His anger issues stemmed from his childhood, from his mother abandoning him but somewhere in life he got it under control. For his job required him to be cold and distant and logical, angry cops make mistakes. Angry cops lose cases because of their recklessness. Angry cops make enemies.

So he got into the program, worked his issues and became a role model. Till this case.

What started out as a normal homicide in an alley had turned into a serial killing. If that news was bad enough,  the victims were all serial molesters. Hecklers and troublemakers for woman. And someone was killing them.

The second onwards all the victims had a card on their hands: A King. Of any category, they always had King cards. So the media named the killer The King of Browning Street.

The constable was embarrassed by the public humiliation delivered to him. This was the tenth crime scene and the King card was now nailed to the victim’s head. And with the media and the political pressure mounting,  Hector had began to crack. The crime scene was the same: A single gsw to the chest,  post mortem positioning of the body so that the hands covered their genitals and their jaws opened. No evidence and no witnesses.

Anyways no one would probably come forward,  everyone wanted the troublemakers out of their streets. And the thugs were too egotistical to let cops handle this for them.

Hector had an interview this afternoon, but because of the new homicide he rescheduled it. He tried to remember who the reporter was but he kept forgetting her name.

A constable let a female in the yellow tape and immediately he regretted it. Hector went raging at him to not let pedestrians in and how he would have the constable suspended for this when the female showed her press ID.

‘Hello Mr Hector. Since you were too busy I thought I’ll get my interview on the road. I can assure you I will be of no hindrance and I won’t utter a word till you are done with investigating the scene.’ She had lovely eyes. And a face that reminded him of his high school girlfriend. What was her name? Karen yes Karen.

His anger suddenly vanished he nodded but asked her that no photographs or recordings be done else he would land him in trouble.

After a while he asked her name though he never heard her last name,  else he would have shown a different reaction then.

‘Karen. Karen King. ’

Feed The Sparrows


Having nothing to do is dangerous. The task less indolent mind wanders onto places and ideas that you would’ve never reached. And it’s also possible that during such a time nothing can be achieved or a lot can be found. Such is my case.
Every night I made a plan, and every night the plan differed. And with a person like me, one who has a very very vivid imagination the plans stretched far out into the future into success stories.

Dreaming with my eyes open

One such a plan was to join a NGO for animals. I love animals, and they are ones who suffer by our, we human beings, actions. They are the helpless voiceless victims of our ambitions and they deserve something back. Jimmy(my dog) thought me alot of things and it is because of him I know animals know sorrow and happiness. They are more than any other species, they are Life
So I looked for NGO that are nearby and the ones whose interests matches my own. And staying in an almost rural town doesn’t help because many NGO are so far away that it is mostly stupid to go there. Good intent but still stupid. One NGO chairman that I spoke with gave the idea of a sparrow feeder. He had the idea that we can make our own feeders and place them around the area. I have seen the same in a show called Heavy Petting On NDTV Good Times years ago. And I know because it is getting rare to see a sparrow on the balcony or window these days.

Determined to not let anything hinder me I asked the person who I knew feeds birds. The grocery store owner. You know this is true because there’s always pigeons outside his store feeding on some grains. I asked him what do pigeons and sparrows eat. With a lack of of explanation he packed some grains for me and said to place only a small quantity on the window. He is the experienced person here so I took his advice.
What do I need to feed sparrows? Some jowar (sorghum) and bajri (pearl millet).

And a place on window where I can keep the grains, probably an old gardening pot. I did that and the first day no sparrows. No pigeons. Next morning I was greeted with the sweet cooing voice of the sparrows. By mid morning the window had at least three four sparrows perched, each adding their own voices to a song whose meaning was unintelligible to me. But it was melodious.

Never thought that voices like that would be so peaceful to hear

So every day I fed them, everyday their voices brought some life into the house that was mostly empty. And then the pigeons arrived. The birds which are at least twice the size of an average sparrow and when they ate no sparrows could even perch on the same window. To counter this I made two pots, and one of them was hanging from the ceiling. Much to the annoyance of my mom, who didn’t want any birds to damage any of the plants that she had planted, I fed both pigeons and sparrows. The one hanging from the ceiling is for sparrows only and I make sure no pigeon tries to eat from there.

The melody of the birds returned after a day and now it’s part of my morning routine. Get up, drink tea and then serve the grains for the new guests of the house. And it is the simplest thing.

So I urge you, if there’s anything that you can do,and which doesn’t require much of your efforts it is this. Feed the sparrows. It is as simple as watering the plants which is already a part of most people’s morning routine mine included. Buy grains, install a pot and every morning serve grains.



PS:
The sparrows come primarily in the morning and evening around 4-6 pm. Everyday. And they fly from windowsill to pot,  loud and full of energy. And for people who care about animals, this might be a simple way to start. No huge efforts, minimal responsibility and heart warming results.

Check out this page: Sparrow Shelter

What Do You Want to Do in Life?


My dad sat with me the other night to have a very important talk. I expected the conversation to involve drinking or something related to it. Instead he shocked me by asking a question I was never ready for. I will probably be never be able to answer.

Beta kya karna hai life me? ‘what do you want to do with your life? ’

*******

Two months and so many job applications. I have been choosy and more than haphazard in my options. So till date I’m still looking for a job that I’ll go and say yes without slightest hesitation. Idealistic and dreamy view.

I wrote two pieces about my recent interviews and I have realized that I have made my share of mistakes. My brain though is amazing in figuring out where a circuit is faulty is not so speedy recovering from unprepared questions thrown at me.

*****
I couldn’t answer my father. I didn’t lie, I said I don’t know what I want to do with my life, I am confused. I am trying to figure things out. One step at a time but I need some experience to understand my capabilities and my interests. He never pushed me neither did he gave a reprimand for not knowing the answers. Usually this question sends me to Dark corner where there is no return for a day or two. This time I stood and tried my best to answer it. And I intend to make sure I have an answer for it.

And as the decision dragged on they said that I give up too soon. I might be a cantankerous and testy asshole but I never give up. And then I kept quiet. Because I knew now my words are useless and I had to get things sorted.

*****

I have no idea how or when my parents decided to visit a fortune teller. They have their own faith and while I can’t say the same I couldn’t oppose it even if I wanted to. Because they never told us where we were going.

My brother lost his job recently. And while we are really confident that he can dust this off in no time and pick another great opportunity, we all are worried for him. And my parents had two reasons to visit the teller. And the revelations were fantastic/hilarious.

They intend to make a locket for me because I’m a sloth and that’s the way to make a person active. I don’t my parent’s concern or care but I do think it is pretty useless. I said if you both believe it then I’ll wear. The decision was instantaneous.

The funny part was when they exclaimed that they asked about my marriage. Apparently I’m going to have a love marriage. I’m sure that’s fortune’s way of mocking me.

*******
I made a to do list. It’s huge and it’s constantly being amended. And just last week when I thought I had a great life I realize that’s because I let procrastination get the better off me. This list has unfinished items from atleast six months. Prominent among them is to get my slurred speech remedied. I am not going to be mocked because I can’t pronounce Roller.

I still don’t have answers. But I am going to try get them. And I won’t quit.

******

I had another interview. This one via a contact and this time something that I know is perfect for me.

And I didn’t keep quiet when he said this isn’t the job for me. I tried, I tried harder to somehow change his answer from ‘we have no job openings’ to something affirmative. Something that shows a glimmer of hope. Nada.

Another job I’m not made for apparently

******

My juniors ask me for suggestions in their project and GRE and placement. Everything they ask. And I don’t blame them, guidance is needed.

So if you are reading this and you know you are going to have to face a similar situation as my juniors my advice would be the same.

Go for it. Couple of redundant certificates don’t hurt. Do whatever comes your way for now. Do them till you figure out the answers to the questions I can’t answer. Tap on every opportunity you can get. You don’t know where your life will head. So don’t be an idiot and think you have everything figured out. Go for it.

BE Biomedical Engineer


I graduated. Finally.

Last week my results were declared and yesterday my convocation was held.

There’s not much words to describe this but yes I am happy. It’s done.

God Knows What am I Watching!

Last week me and my friends were in Nashik. One night we all stayed up all night and talked. I said life’s much more than money or something similar. Life’s the journey we take not the end achievements. If I can say this I’ll remember my engineering for the last fours years more than this convocation.

People Suck!


*This is a rant. There’s a possibility that none of this is meant for you but for the people I have in my life and I can’t just get rid of*

Yes I said it. Yes its mean. Yes I am Rambling and ranting but i hate people.

All you ever do is make life worse. Hardly do you ever bring to the table something good, hell you don’t eve bring yourselves most of the times deciding to wear a mask rather than show who you are.

You in all your diplomacy and crafty choice of words.

You in your facebook statuses and instagram post. All you ever do is brag, i can’t seem to remember the last time there was anything sad there. Ever!

Yes you suck. Because you get everything you are looking for, with absolutely no efforts whatsoever. And no I am looking closely, I would have noticed if you are trying to make it look very easy. There’s no efforts. Just a smile and things just fall into place for you.

There’s no sorrow. There’s no regards for your friends. There’s just you and still people just scramble for your feet. No one cares if you use them and throw them away. Nope! everything’s cool.

You are mean. The rules to make you happy change in a second. There’s hypocrisy of unparalleled levels yet everyone keeps their mouth shut. Why? because it will hurt feelings. Where’s that consideration when you are being mean to me?!

And I hate you. Not because you are inhuman nor because you are an absolute asshole, but because the field’s never equal between us. No amount of good I do will ever wipe out the bad I did, but you never have to do anything good. I will never get another chance and there you will be able to be choosy with chances. I will always earn less, struggle more and lay awake at night thinking what to do tomorrow while you will be having another great night. Everyone will praise me and say shit about you yet when the time’s come then I stand alone.

Yes its just a few people who are this way but its these people who make me think its better to spend time with my dog rather than try to fit in this world.

To whomsoever it may concern(Too Honest)


I had an interview today.

And their response at the end blew my mind.

Not my preferred job profile, but its better than sitting at home and doing nothing. I have to start somewhere, if its at the bottom of ladder so be it. My ego can eat shit.

I made my share of mistakes in the interview. But I stuck with what I said, I didn’t try to dodge a question thrown at me with tact because I don’t know how to and also I don’t want to. My interview, my chance to show the panel who I am. To make them hire me for me, rather than some braggadocio.
They asked where do I see myself in next three years?

I replied I don’t know. I’m still determining where my life is headed. Honest.

They asked me about my educational knowledge. I answered everything.

While admiring my integrity, the interviewer suggested that I learn tact. That I am too honest, which will most of the times unnerve the opposite party, they said. And as a sales executive that’s the last thing they want.

I don’t expect the company to hire me and I am trying to jot down the mistakes I made. So I learn. I am not reeling. I am not upset neither am I ashamed. Rather I am complacent. And with a cold fury.

I read this article a long time ago at the time when I was not looking for employment. I loved it for what it was. Honest.

So here I write a letter for my own, maybe my own cover letter(open to your advises)

You can look at my knowledge and my technical abilities from my resume, my certificates. I am more than that.

I am a biomedical engineer. An industry not well known, in a sector where people advice not to work in. And I’m a fresher. No experience and naive.

I am Honest.

I hold it not as a weakness that others can exploit, I look at something that holds me unique among my peers.

I am not gonna manipulate you. I am not gonna lie to you. Not going to make excuses. And when I’ll give you my word I’ll mean it.

The world belongs to the cunning and the streetsmart. Ones who are unparalleled in the trait of enthralling you in the words they utter. I am not one of them. I speak true & honest, I give you a unspoken  choice to either accept what I say or don’t.

Maybe one day I’ll learn better. I am too raw in knowledge, too innocent in tact as the previous guy said, but I’ll learn. Either to successfully show it to you that my honesty isn’t a liability but a strength that I see it as. As a skill that you can help me hone.

Or I’ll learn to be tactful and cunning, just one of the thousands.

I’m untapped potential.

And how this proceeds is up to you. I’m asking you to give me the opportunity.

And I mean it when I say I’ll give it my best. Absolute best.

Regards,
Mayur Wadhwani.

Cypress Thank You


I’m confused about what kind of post this is. But this is definitely not a directional/instructional trek post. (I got lost a couple of times myself)

I have had enough. I needed to prove something. To whom I didn’t have the courage to ask. But yeah I had to make a point. And to do that I climbed a mountain. Or hill actually.

And so I went, alone, to a nearby hilly area in Mulund, Mumbai. Cypress its called famous among college students as a making out rendezvous (couples there should at least clean up after they are done. I saw enough packets) So with almost no guide other than mighty internet and no known route I began my climb with water and Parle G!(they are a life saver) a huge umbrella because it was raining when I left home, which I later strapped to my back along with my bag as a two handed sword.

Now I should explain how I went up and the route I took, but unfortunately I don’t have any pictures for the said route. Cause it required me to kneel use my hands for support in climbing. And I’m a little confused too.

I’m a novice in trekking and hiking. I have been trekking in Pune area and they have always been amazing. I am better than most of my friends and I can say this because of the 7 to 8 treks I have done, I never slipped. My breath gets labored but that’s okay.

So I knew the way to the top would be upslope. So I saw a path and I took it, a dried out waterfall is a sure shot way to reach the top. Alas, I’m severely out of practice. The route which would have been done in 30 minutes took me an hour, me all the while sweating and puffing and more than once scratched from the scrubs. (I should have worn full tracks) “Almost there almost there” was the only thing I kept telling myself. And I couldn’t go back the route that I came. I wanted a different route. With the absence of rains and the occasional sunshine today was really hot. Winds did what they could but it didn’t help much. I was tired when I reached the hill top, I planned on screaming “I did it” but I was too tired to do so. So sat on a stone, caught my breath and tried to pacify my heart which I was afraid would give in.

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The Top of the Hill, there’s my bag near the stone where I sat

I ate the Parle G biscuits. Yes, they are a life saver. The tiredness quickly washed away, crunching sound somehow amplified and reaching my ears. I kept looking around. And the views were spectacular. The hills stretched from left to right, a lake mostly Vihar right in the middle of them, enclosed like a water held in palms. Another lake was partially visible behind the trees. The city Mulund was behind me, obscured by the tree growth.

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The Panorama From Top
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Mulund

Just being on hilltop gives a great feeling. ‘I did it’ is an understatement, the accomplishment gifted by the heavenly view all around you. The artistry of Creator. To add my awe of the nature, I noticed the butterflies.

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The First Click
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The Second Click

Small, multivariate and fickle. Fickle because they couldn’t decide which way they want to fly. My eyes traced their random flight unblinking to not miss them. Green orange and white. And they deserved to be clicked. Because it was a while since I have seen any butterflies in my area. Even though there’s no lack of vegetation I hardly ever see butterflies. Funny I never noticed that till now.

Highly sensitive to movements around, my efforts to have a great photo of them were mostly in vain. Some serious control of my limbs and patience and I was able to click some trivial pictures. If you are in any way as impatient as I am, trying clicking their photos. Slowly, steadily. It is difficult.

Coming down was rather hilarious. Being alone makes you wanna start a monologue with yourself, asking which way and let’s go. And i did the monologue loudly because I knew there would be no one to overhear. Same idea here too, just pick the path which is downslope. And I’m sure I got lost. But I didn’t care much, because I saw the city in front of me so I knew I’ll figure a way out. Not a very good tip if you are trekking in a place totally aloof.

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Somewhere downstream

Like I said a new route I took, telling myself I’ll see where it goes. Luckily it was downslope and I was in right direction. My ankles and calves in pain, not because the climb was arduous but because I was out of practice and weak. I went slowly, and the sound of waterfalls greeted me in a while. A small waterfall, merely a tickle, was exhilarating nonetheless. Cold but not too cold. I washed my face and legs, drank some water too. Careless to drink but it was flowing water(and I need to go to a doctor for a checkup I know)

And here is the funny part: while climbing there was a signal tower at the start. And that is what I was looking for while coming down, though the trees severely limited my line of sight. Almost to the hill base I saw people heading up a different direction from where I came from. I traced their paths and reached the gate from where I started, near the temple, completely bypassing the signal tower(there is always a temple either at the peak or at the base) Again, this would be a whole lot less hilarious if I was trekking in a remote area.

I had fun. The tiring journey giving me nothing but satisfaction and much needed change of scene. With a huge smirk on my face, I came home tired, hurt and thirsty.

With a nagging question, why were other people going in a different direction. Did I climb the wrong hill?

Struggle Never Ceases


Optimism can only go so far

I ended up saying the same thing to a couple of my friends, a lot during the last couple of days. And this was not just related to one issue.

Recently I read this girl’s post, and I felt sorry for her because what she is going through I went through four years ago. And as much support I wanna give to her, I can’t. Simply because I know only she can scrape through it herself.

And I lied to her. I said things get better. That’s a white faced lie, if there’s ever one. Because things never get better.

Life so far if I can divide into distinct parts would be my school exams (SSC) or the 10th grade, 12th grade(HSC) and an entrance exam followed by college. All the experiences all the memories can be so easily categorized by three academic progressions.

And each tougher than the last. Every time I heard the same thing: Give your best This Exam and your life path is paved in rose petals and a red carpet. Nothing like this happened. It was just a typical grass is greener on the other side. And the ruse used though motivational ended up disappointing me. There’s no end to this.

10th grade I slogged. 12th I slogged. Screwed up my entrance and yet somehow my mothertongue’s grace ended up in a college that was too good in its appearance.
And I struggled on and on. To be identified, to be understood, to achieve and to be liked. To fit in. The endless tirade always seemed to have an end which was constantly fleeing never to be in my grasp. And now when that’s over, I have to figure out how to… live, I guess. Find something that I love and do it. And that for me is hardest.

And honestly I give up.

There I said it. I can’t do this anymore. Because I know this for a fact, that tomorrow will definitely have its dark days. Future will be brutal, lonely and morose. Things never get better. Whenever you think they can’t get worse, they do the next time.

The good days, the joys too scanty and too transient. The bad days will be like weekdays. And sometimes weekends. And my optimism has depleted. I no longer look at the future with an wide eyed stupid perspective. The nativity is gone. Replaced by a pragmatic and realistic approach, the flippant attitude can’t be a used as a cover anymore.

So yeah, if there’s any good thing I can say is this. Things never get better, I just get better at handling them. I get better at carrying that burden that now buckles my knees and brings sweat to my brow.

There’s no peace*.

*Well there’s peace if you can find time to read a novel sitting on a couch sipping hot tea.

Stop the 2015 Yulin Festival


#STOPYULIN2015

Animals are more compassionate than most humans. How anyone could do this to these poor creatures, I will never understand. The animals in meat processing plants were born and bred specifically for that purpose, and they are treated much more humanely than these dogs are. No living creature should be tortured and forced to suffer just for any “festival.” Their lives are much more precious than the meat off their bones.

Please, please, please take a few moments and sign the petition to help save these animals: https://www.change.org/p/president-of-the-people-s-republic-of-china-stop-the-yulin-dog-meat-eating-festival

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On Professions


For the last two days I am sitting in the hospital, one of my aunts just went through a surgery.

Now, hospitals are scary. Downright scary. And they are white and all silent and squeaky clean. I don’t trust things when they are clean. Tawdry seems real while tidy seems put up. Like there’s something to be hidden.

And this is coming from someone who is trying to make a career in Medical industry.

You meet the mortality of human life in a hospital, the severe questions of likes  ‘What are we doing with our lives?’ resound in the ears. Resolutions are made about healthy living, tears shed and hard earned money actually comes to use here.

Hospitals and medical industry is important.

Just yesterday I read about the Gabbar is Back movie controversy. I haven’t seen the movie but according to this article, in the movie there’s a scene in which doctors are portrayed in a negative way.

IMA is demanding the scene be culled, a disclaimer saying that views are subjective to the maker and movie be banned till such demands are met.

Doctors, once a very respected adepts, are now looked at in suspicion. In India, the profession which is in turn responsible for saving lives is in fact accused more than once of taking lives. Just look at the newspapers, more doctors are in the headlines for something illegal and unethical than doctors who are sincerely hardworking and honest. And TV shows, though made with an intention to spread awareness only helped in demeaning doctors and all related personnel. I get it, people are made aware these days to prevent being victimised by an ever lurking opportunist. Its the right thing to do.

Yes there are black sheep in this profession, but where aren’t? A perfect example would be the recent documentary ‘India’s Daughter’ in which lawyers open up and express their feelings. If you haven’t watched that documentary then you should. The umbrage you will feel at such statements will be unparalleled.

Like I said, a few people are bad. In every profession. And in saying that I give support to both movie and IMA. Because to each their own opinions. Its subjective.

The reason I wrote the post was that statement in the article that says doctors are a noble profession. And while that’s not debatable but isn’t every profession noble? Armed forces? Teachers? Bankers?  And on and on.

Every profession is noble. Today in the same newspaper, a pune residing garbage cleaner’s story is shared, on how she lives her life and now she attended a International Labour conference in Geneva. I can argue her work is no less noble! (Read that story here)

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Ah! India! There is always sometimes to debate over.

Introspection


I got nominated by Adi to participate in the Freestyle Writing Challenge, which is a great little exercise in fluid, un-interrupted writing.

So here are the RULES of this challenge:

1.Open an MS Word document

2. Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat.

3.You topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.

4. Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. once you began writing do not stop even to turn.

5. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)

6. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals. However if you do, it would be best.

7. At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.

8. Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nominations (at least 5 bloggers).

Here’s my article:

As I said to adi on her post that my blog is entirely introspective so writing another post isn’t that hard. But since she challenged me I’ll take it up nonetheless.

I read books, a lot of them anyway. I watch movies and anything else that seems remotely intersong on the TV. Music is the same.

I have read mystery novels, a huge bunch of fantasy novels and a lot of novels whose genre I myself never bothered to check.

Movie’s though I make sure I always check imdb before I watch it, there’s still a ton of movies that I watched simply because I liked the title.

Music is more fickle. Edm, trance, rock, alternative, country, soul, Sufi, Bollywood pop etc etc. I have heard it all mostly, and yet I always change my favorite genre.

The point I’m making is this: I always almost like whatever I’m watching/reading/listening. You can check my good reads page there is only positive reviews. I never have anything bad to say about whatever I watch etc.

It has always been the way. I like almost everything. I guess you can it being tasteless.

I would say just like Rocky Balboa “I like everybody(/thing)”

Time: 5 min

Word: 201. (Yuck! i had a great speed around my GRE exams!)

The nominees are:

1. Architarai

2. Akriti

3. Kay

4. Jai Vyas

5. Random musings

6. Adi(Revenge!)

Your topic: Ephemeral

You Have 5/10 minutes to write whatever you can.

Editing


(This post is a long overdue. I could never get it right. Another post inspiration, Adi’s poem)

Write a fiction.
Write a story.
Write a novel.

And as you write you make characters. Some are nothing but a figment of your imagination, some inspired by real life people in your life, friend or foe.

And you go ahead with it. You write the characters, explore their different dimensions and ambitions. You want to invent something new. And after a while the characters become lifeless. There’s no depth to them, there’s no variations and their roles in the story is just redundant.  The characters are not what you intended to produce, the story doesn’t need them to move forward. The story moves forward without them just fine, even better mostly. The characters on whom you spent months evolving and building, the manifestation of the same are worthless.

Editing. That’s the key. It removes the unwanted to give a complete picture. No, not the complete perfect picture but surely a picture that’s better than before. And most of the time, it seemed like a really bad idea to edit out the characters. To not have those characters continue on till the very end of the story. But you have to let it go.

And that’s life, isn’t it?

People look great in the beginning. They give hopes, give a sense of goal when you meet them, but that’s short lived. Eventually, it stops working out.

I can try having certain people in life. Struggle to evolve a relationship with them. But when it doesn’t work, I have to let them go. There’s only sorrow down that road. The emotional investment will never be returned, neither it will be valued.

Because the more I try to hold on, the more agonizing it will become. And that’s the thing, sometimes it isn’t necessary to have the pain. It is not worth it. Those people aren’t worth it.

I would rather have the people who say “Thank you for being there always” rather than those who can’t see I have stood with them through it all.

So I’m gonna let it go. It isn’t easy. It maybe a mistake. But when I try to hold on to people who would rather be with someone else, I am begging to be hurt. It is selfish. It is going to be so easy to revert back to them. And when I know where that would lead to, I am the idiot for reverting.

And I can’t do it. Never again.

The world’s big. Thousands of people I have yet to meet. And the next time I meet another character like that, I should know better than to try  harder.

I guess I have some editing to do.

Heart’s


Inspiration:
‘There’s no present or future, there’s just past happening over and over again’- Eugene O’Neil


Heart’s a kid,
It jumps like nothing else.

Heart’s an adult,
It carries a burden.

Heart’s fickle,
It doesn’t know what it wants.

Heart’s adamant,
It has to get what it wants.

Heart’s selfish,
Nobody else matters.

Heart’s selfless,
Everyone else matters.

Heart’s naive,
Isn’t ready for this world.

Heart’s stupid,
Always makes the same mistakes.

Heart’s cold,
Antarctica may be warmer.

Heart’s hot,
Pumps enough to fill oceans.

Heart’s sorrow,
Heart’s joy,
Heart’s fragile,
Heart’s tensile.

Heart’s human,
Or humans are hearts.

Inadequate


Daily Prompt:
( Green-Eyed Lady

We all get jealous from time to time — what wakes the green-eyed monster for you?)

Jealousy is relatively easy to talk about. And social networking doesn’t exactly truncate jealousy. The usual things like hanging out, missing out or not having enough money or opportunity does and make almost everyone jealous. And relationships. Definitely.

But I’m not gonna talk about jealousy.

Its not jealousy. No that’s the wrong word.

I compare my life with others. Subconsciously. Autonomously.

Recently I discovered love of having honest conversations with people. Real people. People who would open up and talk about themselves and talk about the things that matter.

And the more I do that, more stories I gather.

People and their stories are amazing. Some climbed to Everest and same people trip a lot. Some stupid people haven’t been to Marine drive even after staying in Mumbai for twenty years. Though I don’t blame them, I know the feeling. Some can’t stop talking about their hometown.

They talk about everything. Family problems. Issues with friends. Professors. And the usual suspects.

People I met on blog are no less. The stories I read here torment the heart, soothe the heart. Make me laugh and make me cry. Some fascinate and some I can’t read more than five words because well I can’t understand what’s been written.

Yesterday when talking about the most embarrassing things which happened to us, I had none. Nada. Zip.
And that’s my usual answer to many things. I have to pick my brains for a long time and most of the times my stories are so puny. So inadequate.

And that’s funny because I basically write stories for hobby! I should be able to voice a past experience as a great story shouldn’t I?

A few years ago this would depress me. Sadden me because I would have felt I haven’t achieved much. Haven’t done anything.

And this is wrong isn’t it? I am supposed to say bravo and wow to their stories ain’t I?

Maybe someday I will stop feeling inadequate when I compare myself to others. But if that happens then I won’t push myself for something new either.

Guess I don’t have the answer to that one.

Let’s see what others have written:

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To The People I Met in College


(Four Stars

Write a review of your life — or the life of someone close to you — as if it were a movie or a book.)

While having lunch, someone posed the question ‘Where would we be five ten years from now?’

None of us could answer, but that got me thinking.

If the Mayur of 2011 would meet the Mayur of 2015, he would neither recognize nor believe that this is what the next four years of college would hold for him.

I was shy. Unfriendly, friendless, alone and yes scared. To come to a college that resided in a society that’s way above my normal social standards! I still remember the gooseflesh I had on the very first day, I reached college at around 7.30 am for a 8 am lecture. I met my first classmate that day.

The college magazine photoshoot took place the other day. There is my class! All of us grinning, happy for this photo of our class that we would always have(I would!)

I imagined sitting in my class/lab 306 and bantering. Laughing. Writing assignments. Cursing and laughing again. And then thought about what will we do tomorrow.

And it hit me, maybe tomorrow(literal sense) we won’t be in that lab.

And I realized that day, the college is just a step away from being ‘Present’ to being ‘Past’. That ‘I am going to college’ would soon become ‘I was going to college’. The imminent end is here.

Coming to Dadar I met a senior. Passed out last year she is looking for a new job. She hates it. She misses college. She misses the routine of college.

Okay, here it goes:

If I could sum up my college experience it’s this: The people I met here. Its my parents who pushed me to come here, my brother who supported me.

You!

The memories I shared with you all, some made digital, some forever lost in the grooves of my head.

YOU MADE ME REACH HERE!

EITHER BY SUPPORTING ME, or by enraging me.

I ate with you or most probably I ravaged your lunch.

I laughed with you. I laughed on you, you laughed on me. I teased you, you teased me back.

I sang with you, I danced with you.

I consoled you when you were down. You consoled me when I was down.

I never refused to help you when you asked, I never stopped begging for help because half the times I was helpless.

Most importantly I spoke with you. Had lengthy or transiting conversations with you. I got to know you. Glad that I got to know you.

My college is you:

EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.

Even if I just say hi to you while walking on the stairs, I’ll remember you.

I’ll remember the one liners you spoke, I’ll remember the hi fives and the bear hugs.

I’ll remember the times I laughed so hard my stomach ached.

I’ll remember the times I got so angry on you that I wanted to just kill you.

I’ll remember the fights I had with you. I’ll remember the fights we watched happening and wished we had popcorn.

I’ll remember you.

So if a long time from now we meet, I’ll grin in recognition because you mattered.

Thank you for all the memories. Thank you for the lessons both taught wittingly and unwittingly.

I’m not good with changes, never liked goodbyes.

Maybe I’ll lose contact, but you have my email, you know me on Facebook. Contact me, I’ll reply.

I’ll be happy to.

I’ll miss this routine.

I’ll miss the familiarity.

I’ll miss you.

Thank you for the four years. I’m glad I got the experience.

While everyone keeps saying and tagging their pictures #onelasttime I would rather say #TillNextTime

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

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On Writings


‘Mayur, you are a Writer!’

I remember school, over myriads of bad memories there, some few memories are ones which bring a smile to my face.

It was seventh grade when I wrote an essay and the teacher announced I had written the one which she loved the most. It was a simple one, in which I did nothing but describe Diwali (a Hindu festival).

I never wrote anything after that which gave me such rave but I never stopped trying.

Now I am sure I won’t be the only one who hates regional language subjects. I had to suffer Marathi. I have nothing against the dialect, I just always thought the coursework was obsolete. No one speaks such a language anymore!

And while I struggled to get my massive handwriting fit into the lines of the paper, to get the grammar and spellings correct, I had to write essays in Marathi too. One of my tuition teachers I will always remember encouraged us to write essays and submit it to her so she could give us feedback. And the feedback she gave

‘Mayur, you are a writer!’

I remember the look on her face, I remember the astonished faces of my classmates around me and most importantly I remember that small feeling of warmth spreading across my chest. I was proud even if my essay was full of incorrect errors, and the spellings would make my essay almost unintelligible, she understood what I wrote. She understood and she let me know I have scope. That I can write.

That was the push I will always have. The perfect motivation to pick up a pen and paper and pour my heart & soul into it. To write holding nothing back.

Around my twelfth grade I made two of the first best friends I could get. Ayush and Melvin. No matter how much I thank them it won’t be enough. While we were supposed to study and have sleepless nights being tensed, we wrote. All three of us. That was for me, my break from the entire hard work. We wrote stories, letters, poems and shared with others. I as usual brutally harassed them with my honesty. I have an imagination, reading books gave me more and more perspective.

And I kept writing after that. Ideas came to me a dime a dozen. Movies, TV shows, novels, songs, everything was my source of inspiration. Everything.

Today I have many who appreciate my writing. Some cry(like always) when they read my pieces. My blog. And then suddenly I got someone with whom I can share some of my ideas.

Someone who is also writing, which is nothing less than her life’s most primal fears. And she is sharing them with me. And I’m sharing my writing with her.

Words might make amends but to me, but it was my writing which strengthened bonds with others.

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Joy


Ha! Ha!

I kept laughing like an absolute lunatic on the phone. She kept shouting at me to stop laughing because it was something serious. Eventually she gave up and hung up the phone.

This evening things went after a huge time better. I don’t know what prompted it. Whether there was any prompt or this was just a random act of kindness bestowed upon me by the universe.

Mostly the latter.

And I became happy. So happy that I jokingly threatened my mom to take care of her health, in an Italian accent no less. I even used The Godfather’s immortal line ‘I’ll make an offer you can’t refuse.’

And then laughed about it for like fifteen minutes.

Then skip to the phone call. I was supposed to be serious (it was more funny because of my temporary tattoo) but I couldn’t help it. The conversation was so cute that I kept on laughing and laughing.

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Why So Serious

I am Happy. Over no reason at all. Yes, that makes me a little left out of center. And qualifies me for the nearest asylum. But I’m enjoying this feeling.

I’m smiling over nothing. I’m quoting movies and so many cliché Hindi statements, to my parents and brother no less that I am surprised they haven’t called asylum yet.

I even called Jimmy “Kutte!” (Dog in Hindi) full in a dharmendra (an bollywood actor who made the dialogue immortal on account of his style).

I love this feeling and writing this post because I know this happiness won’t last. And I want to make the most of it.

So I will give you an advice which I just gave.

If you ever feel like this: Enjoy it. Embrace it. This will not last. Make it count.

In a world where you are looking for reasons to be happy, being happy over nothing is rare.

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One Year Old


(Source Inspiration:
The Internet: IT’S MADE OF PEOPLE by King of States &Fleeting by End Kwote)


I must have forgotten how to write by now.

I admit this because I am not a regular blogger. And more often than not, I am shitty blogger. My blog is getting updated after almost two weeks and one of the primary reasons to do is this: my blog is turning a year old. This is not the perfect time to write a ceremonious post about my blog, mostly because I am not blissful as I should be.

I watched a great movie(Whiplash) with a great person, I am heading to Goa in a couple of days to have fun, what I really feel, that is unknown to me.

I am Blind, the thing which haunts my dreams and taunts my consciousness. And this, this small feeling is the reason because of which writing is hard. Because it leaves me numb. And writing without feelings is hard. That’s why I am a shitty writer.

So for those of you, the ones who have appreciated me and gave me great feedback’s on my post for the last year, thank you! Sincerely, heartfelt gratitude. And this is why I love WordPress more than any other social networking site anywhere else. Here, most of the people I have met are in fact real people. They are kind and compassionate. Human, in every sense of the word, spread across the very globe. And they are amazing.

IT TAKES COURAGE!

It takes colossal courage to admit their weaknesses, to write what’s on their minds and leave it out there for the world to see. And it takes something that people these days say is bad: Honesty. For those who I follow, those who’s posts I have read and cried in their sorrows, basked in their joys and grown as they grew: Thank you!

I gave them hugs, condolences, had virtual drinks with them and sometimes gave them my silence.I Because they drove me speechless. Some called me sweet(Raju Hirani), kind and awesome. Things I would never hear from places other than my blog. And lastly, after a year of about 100 post, about 40 of those being fictional, I see my past in a different way.

I always thought reminiscences are ephemeral and they don’t last. But as I read about my past, I realize it is not so. Our brains can’t remember everything, and in the last year almost every important thing and every not so important event has been penned in my blog. And guess what: it is not tiny.

Its huge, every experience as vivid and full of emotional memories, each a manifestation of my life. My past no longer is small, it is full of life. And I love it. Every part of it, from the angry rants to the times where I was sad, to when I was ecstatic.

I agree the guy King of States: internet is not just fake people, its full of real people. And I am one of them. Proud to be one of them. Real people who are suffering, enjoying, helping, laughing and most importantly: LIVING!

Thank You for following me!

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Its Mayur remember

Projects, Dashing cars, Bowling, Heartbreaks and everything in between.


Usually plans are made. Let’s hang out here, let’s go there on Sundays. But nothing happens and at the end you are left at home watching a movie for like tenth time eating same comfort food.

Sometimes spontaneous plans are born, kindled by the preceding unsuccessful attempts of planned hangouts, and something great comes out of it. This evening was one of those times.

While we gathered at college to complete our project, we decided upon going for bowling. That required a lot of pleading and an unexpected surprise at the positive response we received. Probably for the first or second time, my classmates decided to hang out willingly without the threat of a lecture on top of us.

Fast forward to the mall and bowling. Though that was the main destination, we took our time to reach there. And on the way was Hamleys.

Hamleys is a toy store in Infinity mall in goregoan, and my god, what a place! Every toy you could dream of, of every toy dreamt and every toy desired was there. Stuffed toys, miniature buildings, Jenga, cars, drums and pianos. Everything! We all were like a bunch of children roaming around looking at every toy we could see in absolute merriment. And then I found the remote controlled section. And that is something that I always loved. Always.
*mental note: buy a remote controlled helicopter*

Next dashing cars. The car arena where you keep hitting other car drivers to have fun. It took me half the time to figure out how to drive the damn thing. And it took more concentration to listen what the instructors keep telling me because I was too busy laughing. I laughed my lungs out there. Then we kept on hitting and crashing and crashing. Fun times.

First time bowling. And can I say it was well worth it. It took some time for me to learn. And when there are ten people ready to play in just two lanes, its is funny as hell!

After hanging out for hours, the toy store mostly brought out true natures from all of us, and when we spoke, we let all out. Relationships, heartbreaks (or vacancies), general guys do this versus girls do that etc etc. And if I may so conclude, that one made me realize that its not just us guys who are confused about the other sex its the other way around too. Confusion is more human nature.

A great day. One which later discussed was without one group photo or selfie. One where the company was enjoyed more than the place. Where memory was made in mind rather than SD card

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How I Stitched A Button


Let’s back up a few days for now.

The last couple of weeks weren’t easy for me. For one I had to face the doomsday conundrum: Decisions.

Now, it probably is not a big deal for you but it was a big deal for me. I have to decide what to do about my future masters. And the ramifications of that weighs down on me more heavily than anything else. One of my friends pointed me that I am only considering the possibility that I will screw up and not the other side of the coin.

But that is what encumbers me: me messing up something which is almost dreamy.

While I struggled to decide what to do, facing more and more bad news, I really want to quit. Quit this and just stop trying. Knowing fully well that this isn’t going to work out.

In meanwhile I read this post by Bora. He explained perfectly what I couldn’t understand in my life. I realized that as my college life is coming to an end, studies don’t take up too much of the pressure, its what you do with them is.

So I sat down to stitch the button. And while I know next to nothing about stitching I did it. Like I everything else I overdid it. There was so many layers of thread interwoven by the time I’m done on the small poor little button that it couldn’t rotate and the thread was stuck halfway. Like everything else, I did it with a focus and concentration that even three buttons exhausted me(procrastinator!)

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The over stitched button

But as I did that, I realized I love working. Not a single stray thought ran across my mind. No distractions, just me and the needle and the holes in the button. Though I was clumsy as hell, I kept losing the needle every time I kept it so I could cut the thread, I enjoyed stitching.

With my dad proudly proclaiming that his son has finally grown up (all it took was one button!), I finished the work I have been putting off for a few days. And this small work was what I had needed to get my resolve back.

I still have no clue about what to do next. I still have the same problems but maybe all I need to do now is start working. Stop thinking.

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Laughter!


This one is special. It is very close to my heart and I felt like writing about it for a while.

Laughter. It is contagious, spontaneous and very much precious. Ever heard a baby laugh? In no time almost everyone looking at the baby starts laughing, the joy spreads across like water.

If you know me and have heard my laugh, you will agree with this, I laugh like a maniac. Total and absolute maniac. I laugh with my feet bouncing off the floor, my arms making some unintelligible symbols in the air before clenching my stomach because its paining from laughter.

I am one of the few people who can laugh at anything and everything till tears swell out of my eyes. And I’m extremely proud of that.

How many people do you know who could look at something and make an insane joke and start howling in laugh? The answer is none. Well some can, but none like me. I have damaged my bed when I’m literally ROFL, I have broken my chair and made my dog more scared of my laughter than something really scary, like bathing. Yeah!

I laugh like crazy when we watch a show on weekends, and my parents proudly claim that any comic show is not funny without me. And I’m pretty sure that most jokes get funny because of maniacs like me. Well you are welcome!

Then I look around people. People who grew up from being children themselves. Who somewhere in their lives stopped laughing. They now laugh properly, decently(ugh) even. People with their constant attempts to be cool. And I pity them.

I dare you, next time you hear a joke that starts a giggle in your throat, just laugh. Laugh like me, leave your limbs free and let the magic(yeah!) take you over. By the time you are done laughing, your stomach will be aching, you will feel hungry and your bladder will be bursting. And tears will be shed, proving that your eyes still work.

And you will be revitalized.

My laugh is probably the only thing that has not changed. It is there from my childhood and I intend to keep it alive this way. Unadulterated and unbiased.

But, alas not all good things last forever. Now my laughter is becoming strained. When confronted with questions without any seemingly correct answer, question like what do I want to do with my life? How do I make people believe in my when I have doubts? Then there are two options. Cry like a baby, or laugh like a baby.

And I laugh, because crying makes me look weaker. I laugh and I notice hysteria slowly creeping in. I realize what had happened to others and why they have difficulty laughing like I do. Reality came crashing in. And confrontation scattered will. Madness and sadness were only discernible.

And I’m staggered by the question: Will I end up like those who have forgotten how to laugh?

My answer is maniacal laughter. Because the alternative is too terrifying.

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#30 Breath Fire (part 10)


Continued, check part 9

Fiction:

When Forster was born, realm was prospering. The combined efforts of humans and draconian strength had made economy boom.

Trade routes were established with Maximus existing captured regions. The burned lands were largely fertile and used for agriculture.

Reaves turned out to be a great King. The hostilities between humans and dragons still exist but is subdued.

His father Garge and mother Tamara were famous and examples of perfect Harmony between humans and dragons.

Dragons grew to be stronger than before. Reaves grew proud to have brought the dragons back to their esteemed glory.

And as this glory spread, people from all over the world looked to have an army of dragons at their disposal.

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#29 Breath Fire (Part 9)


Continued, check part 8

Fiction:

Every other dragon saw that. The King momentary burst of anger had betrayed him. Reaves called Garge back.

‘You got him to declare his position to us. Now you need to make him expose himself to his men.’ Deacon provided.

Wise man had not asked about just disclosed terms of this bout. Reaves looked at Garge and nodded. They knew their future and their race depended on Garge. Just like his father, Reaves knew the best person to have Icebreaker was Garge. Now is the time to use it best.

Garge unscathed his sword. In front of him, King did the same. The humans were making a circle and one man read out rules of this engagement.

‘Rules? Do we need them? Its simple: I just have to kill you.’ Garge poked. ‘And I believe I still don’t know your name’

‘My name is Maximus. And you think this is my first championship? I have killed bigger and better men with less efforts than taking a piss. You will also be easy.’

This time loudly Garge said ‘You could kill other humans. But I’m a dragon. I could kill bigger and stronger men with ease because I’m faster and stronger.’

Maximus realised the strategy now. Garge wanted to expose him. After he did that the army would loose its mantle and it would easy to watch the cards topple.

Both warriors looked at each other for two seconds. This is it. Their swords in their hands and their supporters at their backs. Garge smiled. Maximus growled. And they attacked.

One of them was the best of their land, other had years of experience. And both were inhumanly fast.

In two seconds, almost thirty clashes were heard. Their swords were no longer visible, their arms showing bulging tendons and muscles. And they not walked but floated on the sand. Both of them used their toes to move quickly and effortlessly. One misstep and their heads would be rolling and a war would end.

Reaves knew Garge was fast. Just how fast he knows now. And Maximus, if it wasn’t for him trying to kill everyone he would be marvelous indeed. At least thirty years older than Garge he still was on the offense, even making Garge sweat.

This would be close!

They both retracted after three minutes. Their hands were chaffed and breaths louder than wind. Both looked in ecstasy. Wesley shouted encouragement. This was like a dream come true for him. A clash of swords on which the entire future resided on.

‘You are way better than I anticipated.’Maximus admitted.

‘You are not bad for an old man.’ Garge retorted ‘It is a shame that your daughter can see you know. She said you are so slow that you couldn’t even catch as she escaped when she walked past you!’

Maximus growled louder this time. His human strength had depleted and now he was tapping on draconian strength. But Garge had practiced all his life, his endurance was still not crossed.

Garge thrust the sword in the sand and started to remove his armor. And when all he wore was his trousers he picked up his sword again. Armor would slow him down. And this would be long fight.

Maximus didn’t do the same. All he saw was an opening. Garge was bare chested and exposed in front. Just a few cuts would slow him down.

And Garge would let him have a few cuts.

When they both moved again, Garge was way faster. He got inside Maximus’s guard and delivered some big cuts and retreated quickly. The armor protected him but a long gash was bleeding from the left.

Maximus looked angry now, angry enough to start tearing him limb from limb. Just a bit more and then he would have to turn. Garge had to make sure he doesn’t turn before Maximus.

They engaged again. This time they locked swords and Maximus’ breath full blasted on Garge face. He was smiling ‘You intend to make me turn so my army goes against me. That won’t happen cause you don’t know what I can do.’ And with a new fire he added ‘And my hatred for my kin!’

As sudden as a snake bit, Garge sword lodged inside his opponent’s neck. Maximus looked happy.

The dead body dropped to the ground. Wind seemed to be howling.

And then the enemy retreated. And from the armies horns blared. Horns for march and war.

‘He made sure that if he doesn’t win the armies still attack. And with half of their strengths they could still kill all of us.’ Wesley said. He looked ready for a turn.

Deacon meanwhile was telling a messenger to turn and bring reinforcements. Reaves and Garge met eyes, they knew the army was already reeling and almost broken. If they witness the same massacre of the sea then they will break. And war would be over.

The army was coming on horse backs, cavalry quickly closing the gap. But dragons were faster and in a minute the entire legion arrived of 100 turned dragons. All ready for war.

And they melted the earth. None of the dragons took flight. They just opened fire. Horse, men, metal all burned and then their bones melted. Such concentrated firestorm soon boiled the water and land turned brown. Dragons in tens made sure that no land was solid enough to walk.

And for miles heat scorched all metal to the skins of armies. Blisters were born on army’s skins, their sweats evaporated the second they came out.

Enemy fled, screaming in agony to remove their armor and metal. Scorpions were useless as their arrows were catching flames and burning to ashes.

That heat would keep the land impassable for at least a day. And with broken army the chance of them attacking again wasn’t possible.

The war was over.

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#28 Breath Fire (Part 8)


Continued, check part 7

Fiction:

‘What now Reaves?’

‘You tell me. I have an army sitting on my arose ready to go for my throat. And my hundred warriors are ready to kill your would be wife if they get the chance. This has to be resolved as quickly as possible. Otherwise we are dead.’

This was the real Reaves. Humble and straight. Not a prince or a King.

‘I never thought this…’

‘I know Garge. There is more than one court member who would ask for your head after this. But I have your back. I just need to know whether you are ready for the onslaught or not.’

‘I want the father’s head. That bastard comes to my land to kill my people. I would skin him and burn him. He is a monster. And he wants to kill my… Child too!’

Sudden fury blazed in his eyes. He wanted to turn now and smoke everything around him. But he knew better than that. He got his anger under control and awaited the turn to kill.

‘No one knows what happened at the island. But now if you approach to talk, then the entire army will know. The army would prefer going back to their lives. They want an end to this pointless regime. My father would not allow that.’ Tamara said.

‘Champion!’ Both Reaves and Garge said together.

That meant Garge doing what he does best. Swinging his sword.

Reaves spoke a bit more while Tamara came near to Garge. Eventually they were left alone.

‘Reaves has a temper. And you insulted him in his court by instating your law and..’

‘I know. I forgot my place. I’m a prisoner here. It is a mercy that I’m still alive, for which I should be grateful to your King.’ She stopped and added ‘and to you.’

Garge looked in askance at her. She continued

‘My father had dispatched those wolves. Before you I hated my life. I ran and he sent wolves after me. You gave me a reason to live. After he coerced out of me your existence, I found out I was pregnant. Another reason to live. As soon as we landed I escaped and arrived here.’

‘I had to attack those ships. Otherwise we would be facing a siege now instead of a reeling army. If I had hurt you in those ships then..’ He couldn’t say more.

He knew after they survived he would gladly marry her. Not because it was a law for her, but because he could feel a stirring for her. And he wanted to survive the war.

For one fleeting second he thought of taking her and fleeing the land. No one would know or could follow. But he dismissed it. He had to save his kin.

‘So who is your father’s champion?’

‘He fights himself.’

Next morning a messenger was dispatched with a white flag. To have a champion fight instead of the armies. The enemy agreed on the condition that after dragons lose, all dragons would have to come to their own deaths.

Other than Reaves and Garge no one knew those terms.

A party of twenty arrived midway from enemy. Ten dragons including Reaves and Garge reached midway too.

Garge had spent the night with Tamara. And now he intended to make sure he gets to do it again. Enemy’s champion was not hard to find. He stood 7 feet tall and strong enough to kill men with his bare hands. And the sword he carried was another broadsword on his back, at least four feet in length.

‘We have Tamara and if we are cheated then she won’t make past the hour.’ King Reaves declared. This was the King alright. The same arrogant, conceited king.

‘Huh’ the tall men spoke. ‘If you know my daughter then you know I would not mind her death. By my hands or yours. Its you dragons who I want dead.’

Tamara’s father got down from his horse and came forward. He stood two feet in front of Garge and spoke again ‘You who laid with my daughter, by the hour is done I will taste your blood. Then your entire race would be plunged off.’

He snorted loudly. And there was smoke in his breath. His eyes changed color and his skin briefly changed to purple.

Garge gasped. This cannot be! His opponent, King of human armies ready to kill all dragons was…

A DRAGON!

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#27 Breath Fire(Part 7)


Continued, check part 6

Fiction:

It was a crowd gathered in the great hall. Each and every dragon had assembled to have the humans blood. And the humans smelled of fear. Everyone except Tamara, who should be scared considering she was pregnant.

Oh man, Garge thought. If that child is mine,..

The entire court thought so. And whatever respect he had once possessed was gone. Everyone had come to know why the humans had invaded. Even that small piece of knowledge which was exclusive among his friends spread like fire. Like fire, that’s ironic Garge thought hysterically.

Tamara looked better. She was fraught with life one could say. Lips pink, face flush with rich blood and hair that when opened reached her hips. Beautiful hair.

With an effort he looked away from her and tried to think like he was meant to. The daughter of the King was here, she was their hostage. With her as leverage the incoming war could be put in stalemate.

But, why was she here? Was she here on behalf of her father? Or she had some other ulterior motive.

Eventually, the crowd got bored. They were anxious to know the same answers and when she spoke, the crowd were dumbed into silence.

‘Garge is the father of the child I carry.’

No one could speak, even if they found their voices they would not know what to say. And Garge was in the worst possible position ever. Not only his actions had caused a war, he had also coupled and fathered a half human half dragon.

‘My family’s customs are simple. He will have to marry me and father this indomitable child. It is law’ Tamara continued.

Reaves finally found his voice ‘Don’t preach me law you whore! You who laid your legs bare to the first male you could find, only he was not even your species. I would not be surprised to find you giving birth to a horse son one day!’

Tamara was shocked. Garge quickly got his wits under his control and murmured Reaves to control. Reaves, with a visible effort continued ‘I am sorry for that, it was not how I should talk to a woman. But if we do believed you and understand that the child is Garge’s then I could not gather what would you have us done? You want to coerce him into marriage, it is fair practice but futile as we are almost on the brink of extinction with your father’s armies on the coast ready to slaughter us. So what would you have us do?’

Tamara looked close to tears, and Garge suddenly recalled that night when he laid with her. It had something to do with watching her cry after the wolves have fled, after she was safe in Garge’s arms. She had cried for hours then and every tear she shed was a knife in Garge’s chest.

Apparently the entire hall felt the same way. More than one person looked ready to run to comfort her. Reaves felt the same way. She spoke again trembling ‘He would eventually kill me. And our child. Right after child was born he swore he would take the cord and use it to choke our child. And after the child has stopped breathing he would feed me his entrails and kill me. Those were his words. He doesn’t care for any of his children, neither me nor his elder son, the one who you killed on the island. He would kill us all of could just so he could exterminate all dragons.’

Now everyone was angry. Tamara had to be defended, everyone would agree on that. But what of Garge, that decision was pending. And he didn’t have a lot of hopes. So while they spoke on he quietly escaped the court and went to the terrace.

He loved the night sky. Thousands upon thousands of stars. So many that numbers would not suffice to count them. But doesn’t like them when he turned into dragon. Dragon eyes couldn’t appreciate that beauty. Only human eyes could.

Today the stars looked dimmer. He heard movement behind him and found Reaves with him. And a little behind Tamara. They were alone up on the terrace.

Reaves visage had none of the usual arrogance and looked somber. The guy next to him was his childhood friend, his only friend in a realm of nearly extinct race.

They needed to decide their next move. And about Tamara.

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#26 Breath Fire(Part 6)


Continued, check part 5

Fiction:

Aftermath of the fire match was worse than anticipated. Those soldiers who made into the shore in the first wave were gasping for air, smoke had lodged deep in their lungs. With some minor wounds and burns that were ignored in a desperate attempt to stay alive, they quickly began screaming in pain.

One of the ships carrying many doctors was burned in entirety. So now doctors were severely overburdened. Then came those who were had severe burns and injuries. They were found floating in the ocean, they pain had made them unconscious. Most of them were drifting out of consciousness. And the hospital camp was so full of them, their dreams consisting of fire and smoke. More than one of them woke up and quickly panicked seeing the candle flames. Controlling them was harder as where ever they had skin they had been burnt. One of the soldier was so badly burnt that he was unidentifiable. It was a surprise that he was alive.

Small rowboats were out in the ocean, trying to find more survivers. At least half of the King’s army was in the hospital screaming curses at those fire breathing reptiles.

King Prius had almost lost this war. All because of the stunt of his smaller brother on the island. Meeting the parley was a futile gesture, King knew but his brother along with two archers had went nonetheless. His headless corpse was found later.

But the King hadn’t lost all sense, at least the new General Turin hadn’t. As soon as they landed, trenches were dug in. Scorpions and crossbows were setup. Guard was put up, from those who could keep guard. Turin himself was a mess. His face was burned and though in agony he continued giving orders and leading the army.

Turin’s ships was one of the last one to be attacked. By that colossal black dragon, who flees because it suffered wounds in that ship. Someone named Davis had attacked. Davis now lay on a bed, his face marred up that he had difficulty eating or breathing. He wouldn’t last.

But the dragons had suffered too. Two carcasses were drifting in the ocean. A white dragon, and dark blue. Both had three or more shards of wood lodged in their bodies.

The dragons would pay soon King Prius knew.

Back in the dragon’s land, two men’s passing was mourned. Their widows were furious, ready to be the in the first wave of offense. Their children though never flew before were also greedy to have some human blood.

And Garge was recovering. Though his scales were impenetrable, if attacked then the wound surfaced after he turned back to human form. Along with the raw agony.
That’s why he fled. If his wounds surpassed normal human form he would die. Dragons aren’t invincible. And this was the main reason of death.

He was woke by noise of talking. He looked up to find all the powerful in his room. Reaves and Wesley and Deacon.

‘What’s the enemies losses?’ He managed to croak.

Reaves looked at him sharply, his eyes like knives. Wesley spoke ‘The attack was hugely successful. Their dead are burned as we speak. The entire coast is full of burning pyres. As if your charge left any skin left to burn.’ He grinned, bastard was enjoying this.

But Garge detected fear underneath. He looked at Deacon and knew directly.

The enemy was wounded. But it was in no way enough to cripple them, not enough to make them turn around. And he was one who ordered the two brave soldiers to their grave.

He began thinking of the girl who he rescued in the jungle so long ago. Who thanked his help by spending the weekend with him. If only he knew that would the cause of this, he would never have helped her.

Who was he kidding? He knew he would helped her nonetheless. What was her name? Ah, Tamara.

He looked back his childhood friend Reaves and realised that he longed to ask about that instance. That how his rescue would cause their imminent annihilation.

A soldier walked in. Garge recognized the soldier. He was the white dragon, Quentin’s younger brother. He looked ragged but angry.

‘Majesty?’ He asked ‘There are some humans caught trying to sneak in. Their leader pleaded me to find you. She said her name was Tamara.’

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#25 Breath Fire (part 5)


Continued, check part 4:

Fiction:

Sargent Davis hated sea voyage. He always got seasick. Only good thing he could see was there was the land right in front of him. A few minutes more and they will be ashore.

And then Davis could pacify his revolting guts. Who cares what they are hunting? Kings make wars then make soldiers like him march. This will be always the rule.

Now they are facing dragons. Tomorrow they may face Krakens or something worse right out of hell. The trick was to keep head low, be aware and listen to instincts. His instincts always protected him.

And now he sensed something was about go real bad. Really really bad.

Davis looked at the captain of the ship, Turin. Turin never liked him, but maybe he will listen to warning. The warship leading was almost ashore, ships soldiers already armored and ready to brawl.

But there was no resistance observed there on the shore. No dragons. No men.

Excellent. But it looked like a trap. And Turin’s face betrayed the same.
Something made a huge splashing sound behind them. And then a howl rang out, loud enough to blow eardrums. A strong hot wind blew, a sound of a gush right behind their shows.

Davis turned and what he saw petrified him. No one had predicted this. A huge black dragon was coming out of the water, water was flowing down from his body like waterfall. He was larger than any other dragon Davis ever saw. And then the dripping dragon breathed fire. He twisted his head from one side to the next, a whole 180 degrees all the while he spat fire.

Sails and hulls caught fire, the heat was enough to cause agonizing burns to those in proximity of fire. In less than a second, more than 7 ships were on fire. And then dragon went under water again.

Davis quickly ducked and tried to go under the ship as soon as he saw the dragon. That helped somewhat. When dragon was back underwater, he glanced around. So many of the ship’s crew which were on broadside were burnt to crisp. None were moving. The captain Turin was moving and Davis saw that Turin’s face was burnt. The moans and cries of the writhing crew was not audible as commotions had started from other ships too. More dragons were coming out of water to burn ships. And because they were quickly inside water no scorpion could be aimed at them.

The rowing crew were still inside, aware of the commotion and probable fighting but rowing forward nonetheless. That was their job. To row.

Davis could not feel any pain, but that might be because he was in adrenaline rush. The pain will come later. Dragons were coming up more quickly than anticipated, burning more and more ships down. He saw a ship to his right being burned to a crisp. The rowers were being burnt inside, like in a furnace. He could see them trying to escape the ship from orifices that held the rows, their bodies being burned while they tried to escape.

This was bad. Almost every ship was burning, many have started to sink. And the saltwater of the ocean will cause agony of another dimensions to the crew.

The land! Just a couple of minutes away. The black dragon appeared again, this time in front of the ship. And instead of spitting fire he flew into the ship. With his tails, he quickly broke the scorpion into pieces. And then he made inferno.

He thrust his head inside the ship, breaking the wooden floor. And he opened fire. Even with so many screams all around them in the different ships, the screams coming from within were distinctive and clear. Hell! What happened on that island?!

Before Davis knew what was happening, he was up his sword in his hand and running towards the dragon. His scream was hoarse with smoke but quickly got others’ attention. Those who could, they lifted their arms and joined him.

He sprang into the creature’s back, scales slippy with water and thrust his sword deep. Or tried to. The scales were so tough the the sword bent. And others also had similar results. But the dragon howled and with a swift flick of his tail catapulted Davis into the sky.

Davis landed somewhere in the rocky part of the shore, face bloody and mangled.

But he was found alive after the inferno was over.

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#24 Breath Fire (Part 4)


Continued, see previous post part 3

Fiction:

Foreigner knew blood will be drawn. But the damn archers behind him were amateurs, they should nor stand behind me. They should move and flank the opponents. From where they stand, their aim was obstructed by foreigner himself.

Garge gave the order to Wesley. He could only hope the archers weren’t smart enough to discover their faulty positions. And before they do, the blood from foreigner would be dry.

Foreigner knew who was the real threat here. The one with the broadsword on his back. He was motionless, staring intently to the three foes. The broadsword couldn’t be swung so fast. The short swords would be the absolute victors here. But by the time they disengaged, if they could survive the armada would be picking up full speed. The island meet was a ruse, captains had orders to wait for ten minutes and then row in full speed.

So he gave an opening.

Garge saw foreigner glancing at the archers. And behind the archers he saw the ships gently rowing. This was a distraction! Now!

He moved like a snake, left hand flashing and throwing a knife at the first archer. No one expects him to carry concealed throwing knives. The knife hit perfectly in the neck of the archer, the other flinching from the attack. His right hand shot up and Icebreaker was out of the scabbard in an eye blink and cutting the air towards the foreigner’s head.

Foreigner moved at the last second, rolling towards the right to avoid the sword. Behind Garge, Wesley threw his throwing axe towards the second archer.

Archer dodged but by the time he recovered, Wesley and Reaves was on him. He didn’t have a chance and was down in a second.

Foreigner saw he was outnumbered. And the one with broadsword was faster than lightening. He knew he would be dead soon.

‘How about that champion?’

Garge smiled and attacked. His broadsword was blocked twice before his feigned swing to the neck came down at the stomach. Icebreaker sliced through skin like butter.

All three were breathing fiercely. The island meet was turned up against them. Invaders weren’t scared and their intent was more dire than previously thought. And to think they are the last settlement of dragons…

That later. Garge picked up command easily and called them to turn. But the problem with the close ship was the scorpion. None of them could be allowed to be injured or worse.

‘We fly close low. And fast’

Garge ran towards the homeland, others close by, following on his heels. He muttered a small spell, and he began transforming.

Turning to dragon the first time was the worst. The skin starts boiling, and with each centimeter of soft skin changing into scales, the pain experienced is almost unbearable. And underneath their bones elongate and wings spring from the back.

After turning so many times, the one second pain was almost bearable. Almost. Three howled in the pains and turned. The running helped pick up speed and they cruised across the ocean.

Garge, huge and black. Reaves on his left, brown. And Wesley on the right, green. They could see their own reflections in the water. No matter how many times they saw that, seeing it again was breathtaking.

As they reached homeland the reverted back to human forms to talk. Garge immediately barked orders at a messenger to assemble ten strong and swift fliers.

‘Mind telling me why he named you?!’ Reaves shouted from behind him.

‘I did meet and rescue a girl’ Garge began ‘but never saw this coming. Would you have seen this outcome?’

‘How stupid are you?’ Wesley began, clearly happy with the mistake, ‘you know how those humans are. Always looking for new things to tame and kill. Now they are here for us.’

Deacon intervened before things got out of hand ‘Can we burn them over the sea?’

When no answer came forth he understood. But quickly realised Garge’s orders were to the very contrary.

‘What are you thinking of doing Garge?’

‘I am going to give you a window here. They have picked up speed. They will be here before the hour’s out. I am going to halt their progress for a while, trying to make sure I take as many of them I can.’

The bastards had protected themselves against the sky. But they forgot the waters.

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#23 Breath Fire (Part 3)


Continuation, check previous post, part 2

Fiction:

Hundreds. It seemed as if the next incoming wave was full of ships. They must been tens of thousands on board.

‘I told you a war was coming. Whoever they are, they must have heard the same tales and came here to tame dragons, to tame us.’ Wesley said. He was the only one who was smiling. Who was happy.

Garge, Reaves and all the soldiers were grim. This was not going to be a war. This will be a massacre, their massacre.

‘Deacon, start readying troops. Accumulate stores and get ready for a siege. We could not hold the shore, but if we let them land we are doomed. What should be done here?’ Reaves mused out loud.

Rookie mistake, Garge knew, to muse out loud in front of soldiers. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the scene.  The blue horizon marred by brown tiny ships.

This is bad. Deacon estimated that the ships will be here by evening.

‘They want dragons don’t they? Let’s make them meet’ Wesley said ‘at sea they are defenseless, once we start burning none will survive. No harm to us.’

‘It is genocide. Destruction of such a scale would bring more people here. After all, so many ships can’t just disappear at sea’ Reaves muttered.

Deacon offered ‘You remember the island of San Viet?’

Of course, San Viet was visible in front of them. So close that it would need five minutes of flight to reach.

Garge got it. So did Reaves.

Five minutes later, three dragons rose from the coast. All the soldiers from the ships can see tiny specks in the sky, looking like birds but weren’t birds. The on board soldiers began shouting and pointing at the enemies in the skies and saw three descend into an island a little ahead of the coastline.

Sometime later, the Armada stopped and only one ship, seemingly the biggest of them proceeded towards the island. A small row boat, having three passengers and a rower reached the shore.

They were huge. Each of them was six feet tall at least, wearing nothing but armor and weapons. The one on the forefront was clearly their leader, as it was he who spoke first ‘In a small island like this, where would the dragons hide?’

‘They are capable of hiding themselves’ Reaves answered.

‘They? Or you?’

Shock was registered at Reaves face which pleased the foreigner. He continued

‘We know of you dragons, we have fought with you a long time ago. But then we were weak and outnumbered. Now, we are enough to have your species decimated three times over. We are sailing from shore to shore, killing your kind for your past deeds. And if we know true, you are the remnants of the fiercest creatures. And after you, men like us will rule.’

Reaves couldn’t speak for a while. Wesley’s knuckles were cracking, and smoke puffed out if his nostrils.

‘And there is your mighty army? You know if wood catches fire it would be really impossible to save the ship?’ Garge cut in.

The foreigner turned his eyes on him. He had icy blue eyes that sends shivers down your spine.

‘Have you wondered by now how we came to know of your existence? I mean this is a far land and your kind here is peaceful. So how?’ Foreigner digressed.

‘One of my daughters failed to reach home by sunset one evening. She didn’t come home the next night too. But when she did, she said that she was chased by wolves. She couldn’t fend for herself because they were too many. She said a fire breathing bird saved her. A dragon by the name Garge.’

If this was supposed to unsettle Garge, foreigner was disappointed. Garge, didn’t so much as twinge when he spoke ‘We will burn your armies before they land on our shore.’

‘And even before you can come close to breath fire among us, you will be shot down from the skies. Look at our ships,they are armored and defensive against things in the skies.’ As he said that he pointed towards his ship, and even though it was far, it wasn’t difficult to spot the giant scorpion on the ship.

No one could say anything. They wanted war, but this was going to be their end. They knew it in their bones, because the enemy knew them, knew how to kill them.

‘So you want to waste so much life just so you can kill us. I have heard of a practice to use champions..’ Reaves began pathetically but foreigner cut him off ‘You think I’ll willingly send one champion against a dragon? And what makes you think I would let them happen when I have gotten you cornered so easily.’

He waited to see the reactions in each of his opponents and smiled when he saw fear. He knew half the war is over.

He got up and removed his short swords, one in each hand. Behind him, both the soldiers had their arrows notched. The situation changed so suddenly and Garge knew there was only one way out of this. To cut his opponents down.

Wesley looked in ecstasy. Reaves looked as if he would shit himself.

‘Wesley, I know you want to but make sure that Reaves got out of here alive. You will get your blood sooner than you think.’

Out of the corner of his eyes, Wesley nodded.

War, here we come.

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#22 Breath Fire (Part 2)


(Check out previous post, part 1)
Continuation, fiction:

King Reaves loved this hall. It smelled like fire and smoke, like ash. And its his home. But his father lost this. How could he!

He never forgave his father. For being a loser. Dragons could not lose. We are invincible, even our names would ingrain fear in enemies’ bones.

And when we turn and soar up in the skies….

‘You summoned me, Majesty’ Garge said as he came into the hall. Garge was every bit as what a dragon should be. Huge, at least 6 feet tall, strong and muscular. Long black hair, always wearing his accustomed white coat with black trousers. Carrying a named broadsword at his back.

The Last King’s Broadsword, Icebreaker. Given to Garge as an honor for being far better at swordsmanship than any other in the realm. Or whatever is left of the realm.

‘Did you know my Father, the senile lizard made his last stand here twenty years ago?’ Reaves began ‘He turned here, and breathed fire at each and every soldier who came up that door. It is said that he nearly burned the King himself. The enemies waited till he tired and then they attacked all at once from all directions possible and killed him. Well most of them were burned their armor melted and stuck to their skins, only a handful survived. Not without burns. That was the bravest thing my Father did.’

Reaves knew Garge admired his Father. But he liked teasing nonetheless. Garge said nothing in reply, just stared like he always did.

It was said that he always stood that way, broadsword at his back in practice arena. Never moved and made his opponents sweat. By the time any movement happened, the opponent’s hands were so sweaty that they had difficulty holding the sword. And also because Garge was lightening fast.

‘Wesley says scouts spotted some  ships across the sea. He is sure that the enemy, whoever they are, are coming.’ Reaves said.

‘Your permission, Majesty?’ Garge began, sounding all humble. Reaves nodded waiting to hear his best friends honest words. Words he was sure will be contrary to his own.

‘Wesley would pick a fight with his dead mother because he likes the adrenaline rush. And because he would be hard for a night’s whoring then. You seriously going to have’ his word on imminent battle?’

They both stated at each other for a second the burst out laughing. None of them had believed Wesley’s word. Yet they had to talk about this.

‘The two captives?’

‘They swear they are alone. Here to catch a dragon. Guess they are caught off guard’

They eventually went to the get their lunch. All the high members of the realm joined them on the table. There was Wesley, he was another hunter like Garge, and was always desperate for a fight. He was a captain in a small platoon. Deacon, an elderly general, one who rescued Reaves and Garge twenty years ago leads the armies, maintains peace and handles all judicial functions. Vagh handles the exchequer of the people, levies taxes. Most of them are Reaves childhood friends.

Pearl joined them, she was the beauty of the realm and Reaves betrothal. Every man who could like Reaves, was jealous because he would marry Pearl.

As ate, hands filthy with grease and half drunk on rum a soldier rushed into the room and urgently spoke to Deacon’s ears.

‘Where are your manners soldier?! You are here in front of your King and you dare ignore asking his permission’ Wesley roared.

Reaves and Garge share a tiny smile, knowing full well this was what Wesley does best. But Deacon had lost all the color from his face. Everyone soon noticed that and urged him to speak.

‘Majesty, on the sea.’ He took a deep breath and continued ‘There’s ships inbound. Apparently hundreds of them.’

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#21 Breath Fire (Part 1)


(Since I missed a couple of days in my routine, and I have 10 posts left, I’ll make a long fictional fantasy story. This can be seen as a continuation of a previously written fiction:
Let’s Catch A Dragon.)

Fiction:

Garge hated this hall. It was too big. Too stark a reminder of the dark days of the past. Of the days when they walked as their True Form.

As Dragons.

They were proud. Egotistical. They thought of themselves as invincible. And when they lost, they were too few to even hold hostage. So they were left where they were. Discarded after conquer. Some women they took as hostages and slaves. After all, men liked to brag about their conquests. Garge’s sister was one those who taken. He was five at that time.

Now, twenty years later, fire lands were at peace. Subdued. But like always, pride returns. And so they returned to their own lands. To this colossal palace. Because of their King. Because of the son of the King who lost twenty years ago.

Because of the two lone warriors who had traveled far from their lands to capture dragons. They swore no one ordered them. They swore they were alone, no armies were marching behind them to battle. But their King saw this as an act of war.

So, after twenty years the Dragons were preparing for war.

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#20 Leaping


(I couldn’t write for the last two days and I cover this up now)

Fiction:

Ever heard the wind? Its a constant wheezing sound. You never realize wind can sound like this.

Standing near the edge, waiting for his turn to bungee jump, the wind was all she could hear. Her friends all around her were talking and trying to dissipate their anxiety and fear.

She didn’t care. She was scared. It was her first jump and though she wasn’t acrophobic but she was scared. And this jump was one of the highlights of the entire vacation to this adventure road trip.

The person before her jumped. She saw him going down, faster than a bullet it seemed. She could hear his scream full of fear and adrenaline and excitement. And then the line snapped and the line pulled him back up. Like a rubber.

Her turn. Lines were attached. She stood off the edge. Taking her time to jump. Breathing loudly. Suddenly the noise of wind was absent. Like her ears were deaf. But her heartbeat was LOUD!

She took a deep breath and jumped.

It took her three seconds for the line to stretch out. Three seconds when all she saw was..  Everything.

She could see, in her adrenaline honed vision, the distant birds flying, the tiny particles of dust in the air. The ground she was heading towards, all the different types of plants on that ground. She saw a tiny squirrel on one of the trees. And she was that the land was becoming bigger and coming closer.

Wasn’t she supposed to be pulled back up by now? But there was no pull. The ground was reaching up to her in a tremendous speed. The line was not pulling her up.

No snap?!

Ground loomed closer, as if ready to assimilate her.

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#19 Opposites


Fiction:

Oh look at that walk. If it wasn’t coming my way then it would have been really sexy. And deadly as hell.

The tigress smiled. She knew the deer. She knew he always did that. That is why she never hunted him. That is why she always let him go.

There he is. Just a leap away and she would have his throat in her jaws. And the thing is probably the deer wouldn’t fight back.

He would probably insist that if any tiger should take his life then it should be her.

He was infatuated with her. He a simple herbivore, was obsessed with her.

‘You know my mate could be here any minute. If he so much as glances at you he will pounce. You will die and we will feast over your flesh.’ She purred.

She expected him to surrender. She knew him, his obsession didn’t allow him to stand up to her. He has done that before. He would follow her like a puppy. Like a sheep. But she didn’t see this coming.

‘He would not catch me. You know he is getting slow. And have you any idea how old he is?’

She stopped dead in her tracks.

‘You could catch me. Or you could get tired chasing. But I’m not getting caught by that senile cat. You could try chasing me with him.’

He let that sink in for a minute, let her regain her balance and hit her again.

‘Or you could leave him. And come with me’

Tigress was speechless. She knew he liked her. But this… This was a proposal!

‘I would await you at the end of the valley tonight. If you are not there till morning then I will take my leave’

He turned around, slugging and dragging his feet. A few steps later he stopped and said ‘Maybe the next time I will fall for my species’

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#18 Murder


( Cliché

Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.)

Fiction:

Please say something other than murdering them.

Let’s murder them.

Oh god it was always like that. No other solution gave a permanent answer to the problem.Its not as if it would be the first time. It would definitely be the last time. Murder was perfect.

It was cliché too.

Gangsters like him always did that. When a cop interfered too much. When a politician asked for too much share in the profit. When a neighboring gang tried to enter their turf. Murder and dispose the body. Simple. Bloody. Efficient.

But now he wanted to try something else. Threatening would do no good. He learned it long time ago, you push people they will would event I all push back. And he would have to murder them to get them out of the way.

This time he wanted more than a temporary state of power. He wanted actual control. No one should try to lay a finger on him.

So he became one of the powerful. He became a politician himself. And then hr would make sure that all the other people are his friends. Not his foes.

He wouldn’t threaten. He wouldn’t murder. He wouldn’t coerce. He will persuade. He will make the commissioners and gang leaders his accomplice.

It would be a long time before this control is established. A long time before peace can be achieved. But he was willing to wait. Willing to try.

If nothing else, then there’s always murder.

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#17 Like The Character


Fiction:

The thing about novels is that they are full of characters. And the central character, the one who you root for, one whose love stories swell your heart and one whose death leaves you depraved is mostly one you can identify with.

All the central characters are like that. They always make the reader relate to them. Their habits, likes and dislikes always coincide with reader’s.

And that is what makes them likeable.

This has always been what the John’s mentor had taught him. Want to make the reader engrossed, make the character as ordinary as possible and then cover that familiarity with layers upon layers of pretentiousness.

And the reader will love the guy. But John decided not to take that route. He wanted something new and something unseen.

So he wrote his novel in unorthodox fashion. But by the time over months he wrote the novel, he changed. His friends first cheered his dedication to the novel, then pitied him as writing made him weaker. Eventually they despised him as he changed over time.

He became the character he wrote. He became a hater of the world. He became the murderer he wrote.

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#16 Season’s Beauties


Fiction:

Dressing up to be the best. The Elfins always love Christmas.

Because at this time of the year, their family did their very best. They cleaned their house, neatly arranged their wardrobes.

Wore their best clothes. Mother Elfin wore make-up. Did her hair properly. Very stylish and chic. Holidays always brought back her impulses and enthusiasm for fashion. The long lost enthusiasm.

Her two children also are showing the same knack. They loved Eve, they get to eat cakes and chocolates and opened toys.

And they loved how beautiful their church looked. Holidays always made the ordinary look spectacular.

Christmas means beauty, means family, means happiness.

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#15 Secret Santa


( Secret Santa

You get to choose one gift — no price restrictions — for any person you want. The caveat? You have to give it anonymously. What gift would you give, and to whom?)

Fiction:

It is Christmas. The happiest times of the year. Lights everywhere. People gathering together, in their loved ones homes. Everyone tries to be human.

Even vampires.

The Crow family too celebrated Christmas. Just because they suck human blood doesn’t mean they have no right to celebrate. People have broader minds. Today Gays are required to be celibate for a year so they can donate blood. With the speed of human evolvement, it would not surprising that one day vampires and humans can celebrate holidays together.

But Christmas requires gifts. And what better gift than a rare blood group. Like a O negative. Or something like that.

As Dave dressed up, as usual in his best black suit, his wardrobe full of similar suits, he could taste the rarities tonight. Entire Crow family is here. All the way from Alaska and Texas, everyone is here. Father Crow even invited his rivals, Sanchez tonight. Father was always like that around holidays. Almost human and kind.

But it was almost his time, he would soon choose his successor. And everyone knew it would be Dave to be new head of the family.

As he descended he met Ella, the youngest of Sanchez. Lovely and deadly as always she gave him a smile that would send even the impotent drooling. But Dave just answered her with another smile and they reached the dining hall. There was music in the house. But Father was no where to be found.

And suddenly there was a scream. Now in a vampire’s house, a scream is as unusual as a humans. No one screams, especially humans in the house. The sound was from the south end of the house.

Where Father had his room. Dave raced the other house members to the room.

Only find his youngest sister, Julia crying at the door. The room was full red, full of blood. And there sat his Father’s corpse.

Someone killed his Father. Someone made him the new head of Crows.

Someone gave him a Christmas gift. Only to make it look like he killed Father.

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#14 Motivation


Fiction:

When a crowd of about hundred sit awaiting to absorb every spoken word, it is really easy. All it takes is a word to motivate them. Some more words, meticulously chosen to elevate the sociopath to serial killer.

She did that. Chased the killers.

She came to the stage. She only losers in front of her. Losers who never sought to achieve anything. Who whined and made excuses. Ordinary people. Worthless people. If she could she would kill and eat those losers.

She has done that before.

Yet she put her best smile and began speaking. She spoke of the audience’s common troubles. Divorce. Mortgage. Depths. Depression. And so on and so forth.

She spoke with perfect empathy. She never blamed the audience. Yet she showed them their mistakes. People loved that. She kept speaking. Once in a while she picked people from the crowd and spoke with them.

So boring this was.

She sensed a predator halfway through. Someone like her. Somewhere in the back. Hidden yet easy to spot. He wore a black fennel shirt. Looked like a loser, just like the crowd.

She maintained her eye contact with him for enough time to make him aware. She knows.

As she finished her speech and went backstage she awaited him. If he was like her he would come. And she would play with him. Play with him before she killed him.

How would it be this time? Slicing his throat? Strangulation? Stabbing? She didn’t have her gun so no shooting.

As she thought of more intimate ways to play and kill she went to pee.

What she didn’t realize is there was a serial bomber active.

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#13 Its The Holidays


Fiction:

December is always tough. Not because its the end of the year or because its the most expensive month of the year.

Its because it is so cold. Yes that was the only concern of the homeless. With so many people helping out, giving the homeless food and blankets to keep themselves warm.

But when has some worn out blankets a replacement for a roof above your head?

Eat some cold food. Go through the thrash. Get any job you can get. Be under scrutiny from every store owner.

Life is a cold bitch. And December is a stark reminder of that.

George sat near a drum which had fire building inside it. He did this every night. And every morning. Only way to keep his hands warm. And he was the big bad wolf around the abandoned mall. No one even tried talking to this guy. Rumors were that he is a murderer on the run. Vicious murderer. So hence the only one who get to warm his hands near the fire was him. Others built their own fires. They sat close by, in circles and happy, under the circumstances.

That night a girl drifted towards his fire. He shot her a look that would petrify the bravest. She hesitated but came closer.

She was in her teens he could see. A runny nose. Chirped lips. Mess of a hair and clothes too big for someone double her size.

‘Hi’ she tried. He ignored.

‘There were too many people around the other fires. I couldn’t get any heat from the hearth. Mind if I sit here for the time being?’

She waited a good five minutes for his reply. He didn’t react at all. He was a loner. This was his fire. He built it. He kindles it. Only he keeps himself warm. He kept his eyes to the fire. His hands palm faced to the fire.

As she turned, he said ‘Sure. Its the holidays’.

Holiday season are more than gifts and decorating.

(Post inspired by: LoudThoughtsVoicedOut’s The Santa Claus Theory )

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#12 On a really Bad Day


Fiction in less than ten sentences:

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That's my photo, when i was two!

On a really bad day, sometimes you just need a smile.

A smile which says there are things to be happy for.

Even if that thing is air which being elusive to grab in hand.

Or a toy which you are too young to play with, yet it tastes really well.

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#11 Paint The Picture


Fiction:

Being an painter sucks. No one pays. Everyone takes your talent for granted. Everyone asks you what you do for a living. And people think that it is easy. No one realizes that art needs inspiration, but that should be something worth painting.

He sat on marine drive. Offered couples to get their sketch drawn. Offered his services. When he had no customers he looked at the sun and sighed. Sunset was always his darling. His first love. Only love.

A couple approached him. They wanted to get their sketch done.

Did I mention about his…?

He drew. He drew them like he saw. The guy for a weakling, thin ragamuffin. The girl he drew as a princess. Beautiful, kind and just by looking at her you could feel her goodness. But in reality, he looked like a prince. But she looked destitute.

They(he) stormed off in anger. 

He looked back to the sun again. But before the inspiration could hit him, another couple wanted their sketch. This was different.

He drew the girl as a vampire. Blood dripping from her fangs, and wearing more diamond than was possible. The guy he drew looked close to death. But guy looked at the same time in ecstasy.

The girl liked the sketch. Guy first refused that sketch was good, but in his eyes one could see surge of excitement.

They(he) paid graciously.

As he sat and gazed at the sun again he looked at two couples sitting near by in his right.

First couple, the guy was angry. That was obvious, but behind the veil he was in pain. God, such pain he was hiding. The girl was crying. Really and inside too. They were fed up, tried so much but they could not make it work. He felt bad for the couple. For they were really good souls. Just not good for each other.

Second couple were the same. Broken, in agony from inside. But they took selfies by the dozen. Girl pretended to look happy, guy was stupidly believing that things were okay.

Suddenly he thought, what would happen if the two couples exchanged partners. And in that moment he realized that their soul mates sat next to each other, but none were aware.

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#10 Depression.com


Fiction:

She hated the cafe. It was so full of people. People with great lives, affluent jobs and loving partners. Sometimes they come in with their children.

Children were the worse. She wanted children. But none of her boyfriends wanted to have one with her. They all cheated on her. And she knew she had it coming.

She was the one who was at fault. Something in her was lacking. That’s why her boyfriends looked elsewhere for their pleasure. That’s why her mother severed ties with her. There was something wrong with her.

She looked at the computer screen in front of her. She thought about what will happen when she bust her head into it. Figures nothing will happen, her head is not strong enough.

But she needed to use the internet. She didn’t have one at home, she couldn’t afford it. She needed a job. Antidepressants were expensive and she was broke.

As she logged in, a pop up ad appeared on the bottom of the screen. She closed it. She opened another tab and the ad appeared on the left of screen. She closed it again. This went on for like five six times. Eventually her frustration took over and shouted ‘Why don’t you fucking close down?!’

Everyone in the cafe looked at her in disgust. The small child seemed to be asking his mom what was the f word. She quickly mouthed an apology and resumed her work. The ad was insistent. It appeared again and again. Eventually she stopped closing the ad.

But she couldn’t help but read the ad. As usual it was about dating. Dating she no longer looked for. She hated it now. No one understood her. No one valued her. Must be her blame.

She eventually gave into curiosity and actually read the ad. It was an different kind of dating.

It was for those people who are not happy. Those who find fault in most things, the pessimists. The remorseful. The depressed.

And the website was catchy itself. Depression.com.

She found that there were about 5 million people profiles on the site. Now that got her interest.

She clicked the ad. And looked into the site. It was amazing. She loved it. Full of people who openly admit they are depressed. That they have undergone therapy. They are on drugs. And an expert session on how to date a depressed person.

She signed in. And with new toy, she quickly forgot about her imminent bankruptcy. She went through potential dates. Spoke with a few of them. She loved this.

But she didn’t know. That the site was a perfect playground for predators.

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#9 Letting It Go


Fiction:

He could feel the pressure emitting from her. Her shoulders shook a bit. She walked with hands hugging her body, head down and frowning.

He knew as she walked towards him that something was very wrong. More than usual. More than the everyday upsets.

She talked. Told him about her blasted interview. The interview in which interviewer was her ex-boyfriend. And how at the end when he took it personal. How he demeaned her. Threw her out of the room. Accompanied her to the elevator all the while heckling her. Every personal fight they had over the years. Every sentence uttered was carefully chosen to hurt her, in all the right places.

She just made it out of the elevator. She never cries. She gets angry. She fights. She is selfish at times, a total bitch. But who isn’t. In this world everyone’s hurt one time or the other. And now she was humiliated in front of as many strangers as possible.

She never cried when she broke up. She never cried. She knew how to mask her emotions. Never showed the world she is upset. But now her face was changing.

Her eyes was wet. Just slightly more than usual. The specs she wore made it difficult to see her eyes properly. But just barely when he really looked he knew the tears are coming.

And they came. Big tears. One. Two. Three. All in less than a second. And she realized she was crying and she stopped talking. Just for a second. Then she fell. He barely held her just before she fell on the floor. He held her when she cried.

When she shook. And by the time she stopped she was asleep. He held her. Afraid of letting her go because she will get more upset. Looking at this episode just as a weakness.

But he was happy. Because maybe now she will let it go.

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#8 Betrayal


Fiction:

He lay gasping for breath. Water kept dripping from his face, hair all wet and stuck to his face. Cold ice water that rolled down on his bidy, his back, sending shivers across his body. Making it more difficult to breathe. And they started their inquisition again. Gathering their information which will be filtered across their grapevine.

He said all he could, more often repeating stuff which he had said before, stuff which was false. All he could say from his quivering lips and tremulous voice. Past the time. Eventually today’s session will end, and as his information will be less valuable he will too be less valuable. Hanging is imminent.

And he will embrace it like a old lover.

It was not always like this. Once he was a soldier. Once he was a friend. A loved one, but was the reckless one.

He played with fire all too much. The more exciting it got, more he wanted it the next time. He liked dangerous. Longed for danger. And that killed his collegues.

Somehow the more he looked back the more suicidal the mission looked like. Hell, that must be why he accepted it. That is why he was assigned with people like him. The ones who played with fire too much. And that must be why there was, is no rescue attempt.

Someone must have made a deal. Someone betrayed him. And he had no regrets now. He had it coming. He only wanted to know who betrayed him.

Which one of the friends that he ate with, he slept with, he fought with, betrayed him. And it hurts. This betrayal. And what hurts even more is the fact that he will never know who was the one responsible.

But that he has to let go. As the end is coming and when it does he will be ecstatic.

Because he liked danger. And death will be the ultimate reward.

#7 Last Train


Fiction:

What’s the name? Crude?! That’s messed up. What’s your story? You fell. Okay.

Next. What’s your name? Sophi. You are awfully young. Your story? Female foeticide. Stupid! What’s wrong with this world.

That world, she corrected himself. That world. Past. She left that world fifteen years ago. Fifteen years which seem like fifteen million years. That long it has been. And only way to keep track of passage of time is because of these fresh batch of people.

Fresh batch of dead people. Dead people who come in thousands everyday.

Each with a different story. Fell off a building. Female foeticide. Bomb blast. Electrocuted. And each more gruesome than last. With the people’s souls still tingly with last few moments of life in them. Their agonies. Pain and screams contorting their faces.

A person with weaker heart would have fallen on the ground and sobbed. An alive person at least.

She was not alive. And her heart?! She would laughed at that if she knew how to. Remembered to. So when she boarded the train fifteen years ago, looking like these souls, agonized and sorrowful, she got a job offer. Another person had the job which does now.

She has to conduct the train of dead. Ask souls about their death. Their names and match it with list of incoming dead. Any body extra was probably an intruder trying to steal souls. Or get revenge. Or something superficial.

Death changes one’s perspective. Revenge, stealing seems like such paltry things. Everyone will end up here. Why bother.

She took the job. On one condition.

And she went to next booth.

Name? Hades?! She looked up. He is Hades. Her employer. One who made a deal with. He looked the same. Not a day older. Full in black. Tall and deadly handsome.

Deadly, really deadly.

He sat there with a new girl. Really hot girl. His type. New secretary maybe.

‘My lord?’

‘My dedicated worker. I think this train should be your last. You fulfilled your contract. I will go and find some other soul to do the duties. ‘

And with that he stood and walked out, closing the door on his way out. And the full force of what he said dawned on her.

There she stood, in her last train completing her contract. Means the condition was satiated.  That means…. The girl who looked hot was…. Was, IS her daughter.

(Post idea was from this fiction Post: Upstanding Citizens)

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#6 (Over) Connecting


Fiction:

Like!

Share!

Love it!

Hate it!

Comment!

Thrash!

Being yourself(anonymously).

That’s what Steve did. Entire day. Facebook on one tab, instagram on other. Twitter on his phone. YouTube on his computer.

Oh, new selfie by that hot girl: like!
Oh, picture with her boyfriend: Hate!

Ex girlfriend uploaded a new song which she covered. Thrash!(anonymously)

Cute baby picture: Hate! Small creatures only make life miserable. His best friend had a baby with his girlfriend. Now its all baby baby photos. Hate the little Satan’s!!

I have an amazing life! I could get whatever I want. Everything is right here. Everything!

Post about a guy coming out about his homosexuality. Thrash. Stupid people and their worries.

Steve sat there with three packs of wafers and one bottle of coke. Litter all around him, around his couch.

Suddenly net dies. And so does Steve.

What to do now?

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#5 Ruling The World!


( Countdown

‘Tis the season for suspense-building lists.)

Flash Fiction:

Kanja sat in the interrogation room with a paper and pen for his confession. His lawyer had a talk with him. They laid out a stratagem.

Kanja wrote this:

1. Find the guy who actually committed the murder
2. Kill him. Or if killer is a girl, marry her.
3. Kill the police inspector who captured me.
4. Kill Commissioner.
5. Kill the President.
6. Make Teen Patti National Game.
7. Launch Nuclear Weapons.
8. Rule the world!!!

He ended up in the mental asylum.

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#4 Eureka!


Fiction:

Nothing was coming up!

He sighed, frustrated as he prepared his bathtub.

Two years it has been since he last wrote a story. Two years. His driest spell yet. It was not as if he couldn’t get ideas, they were a dime a dozen.

But none that were absolutely amazing. None were even close to his previous movies. All three of his previous movies were blockbusters, giving him a national award each.

He became the most famous screenwriter of industry, every producer wanted him. Every actor wanted to act on his play, and every reporter wanted to know what goes on in his mind.

But that was two years ago. Every idea that lit up in his mind, he himself took it apart. Nothing was good enough.

So in desperation he did things. He got drunk, a lot. More often that ended up with him landing in an unknown part of town with a girl whose name he couldn’t recall.

He got high a lot. That ended up with a overdose case which could have killed him. He still thanks God that he was nearby a hospital. Never again he touched drugs.

He read novels. Attended plays. For some inspiration. Something that could satisfy his own critic.

Eventually he hosted parties. Not for booze, he never touched it. The wine he held in his hand but never drank. He talked to the guest. All of the guest.

He asked them about their lives. Their loves, their dislikes. Their history, their dreams and their fears. Everything that he could scratch off them he did.

That made him a lot more popular. Everyone gave him a good time, everyone liked him. Once in a party he was a bigger cynosure then all the actresses.

But nothing made sense. Now he wanted an out. He had enough money to settle down. He could not work his entire life and still his children would have enough. He was thinking of going to some remote place, nearby a beach and lived there.

Nothing to do. Relaxation for rest of his life. His Elysium.

Dreaming of what and how his house will look like, he noticed the ripples produced by his body in the bathtub. He looked closely.

Saw the ripple getting weaker the more distance it traveled. And saw little water spilling out of the tub.

And click!!

He got an idea. Perfect idea. He got up, dashed out of his bathroom stark naked, yelling ‘Eureka! Eureka!’

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#3 Silhouettes


Fiction:

He kissed her!

It had been over two hours ago, after the kiss he gave his conceited smile and vanished, leaving Mandy on the roof alone, cold and yet warm all over.

Mandy couldn’t sleep, rethinking about the kiss, what it meant. Everyone knew she liked Hank, now Hank kissed her. This is what she wanted for as long as she could remember. It felt dreamy, and every two minutes she kept musing over it, twirling her hair around fingers and blushing.

An hour more she fidgeted over the kiss. Then she remembered where she was. Why she was here and who else was here with her.

Her grandfather had been keeping I’ll for months now. It was probably time he found peace and left his failing body. But he endured. And he had every reason to endure.

Everyday his lawyer sat with him in the ICU room, isolated and mostly discussing the Will. The will that dictates what will happen to the dynasty.

The 3 billion dollar dynasty.

Everyone of the family and descendants arrived a week ago when the butler cried rapidly falling health. A week they sat under one roof, if hospital and the house and talked.

But make no mistake everyone wanted the highest portion of the pie available. They all hated each other, as siblings do when money is involved.

And Hank was the husband of elder sister, Gretchen. Gretchen was the second elder sibling with Tom being the eldest and Wayne being the third. And Mandy the youngest. And each had their own masks, they each played their parts in the ill health of grandfather.

But history aside they all wanted the same thing: Money.

And Mandy wanted Hank too, childishly and foolishly. She realized that this was a coy on his part. There have been many of those in the house, anything to get more.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Butler’s call about the inevitable.

***

The funeral was as big as this town could see.  And after every one of the sibling and cousin and who not paid their respects only the four siblings were left in the church. 

Gretchen had been crying through the entire ceremony. Tom was blank as usual. And Wayne wanted to cry. Mandy stood near grandfather.

She realized with a start that her three siblings were standing close by. Gretchen wasn’t crying anymore, the water was for the audience only. No one spoke for a while.

Tom surprised everyone by saying ‘I loved him. And I’ll miss him. He was our Father, our Mother. Our everything.’

Mandy noticed a tear rolling down his left cheek. He didn’t wipe it out.
And Gretchen swallowed. Mandy had a lump in her throat too. She never expected Tom to be the one to cry first. He was the strength, resolve. Dams broke and they all cried again.

Gretchen sobbed with her head buried in Tom’s shoulder, Mandy and Wayne held each other afraid to let go because they feared their knees will buckle.

This time it wasn’t for the audience. It was real, as real as they could be. They loved him. And with him gone they will miss him. They knew what was coming, the will had to be read. The power struggle was coming.

But now they terribly missed him. Now their silhouettes portrayed their true selves.

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#2 Lets Catch A Dragon


Fiction:

‘You want to do what Jere?!’ Keri shouted.

Jere knew this was coming. They had traveled so long on their journey because Keri trusted him. Because keri trusted his plan, even if it was unmentioned.

Now when they have traveled half way around the world and they have landed on this mysterious land far from their homeland Jere had to confide in Keri.

And that is the worst part. He had a confidence that this is his destiny. Everything’s he has done in his life has led up to this land.

Has led up to land of Dragons!

Now here he had to convince his best friend, his brother and only friend that his plan was going to work.

‘Yes we are here to catch a dragon. Don’t you see that this is the only way to win the war back home. War on a dragon backs. And you are here, might as well do it.’

Keri needed a lot of pursuing. An entire day later he went from blatant refusal to hesitation. Eventually he agreed to go ahead with the plan, only if Jere gave him half of whatever money he had back home.

Jere disappointed, understood that too late his best friend was only after the riches.

They ate and went into the land. Keri had no clue about the land. But Jere did.

The land was an empire. An empire which was ruled by one family for the last two thousand years. No one could conquer it.

Maybe because the land was so remote. But the rumors was dragons defend the empire.

And if only one of such dragon could be captured. Brought back to homeland and unleashed on the enemy. Fires and destruction all the way. And Jere would be the hero.

Jere The Dragon Catcher!

He liked the sound of that. That is what he kept on telling himself every time his resolve flagged. A Day of walking on foot they reached a village. Village surrounded by scorched earth.

Keri now believed in dragons, walking on burned earth makes you believe. But they have not yet spotted a single dragon.

They could spot villagers down the valley, minding their business. But they were strange. All of them were tall. Really tall. And from far it was obvious that they were bred warriors. They carried weapons on them.

But no dragon.

They scanned the village valley for hours, trying to gauge what they villagers do, what they eat. There were no farms and no market was discernable.

‘Say Jere where are those winged creatures?’

Jere was thinking the same when they heard some flapping noise. Noise of wings. BIG wings from the sound of them.

From the left they saw huge birds flying towards the village. Three of them were flying towards the village.

Too far to descry any physical features other than color: all of them were black. And they descended towards the village.

Jere’s heart leaped up his throat. Dragons were here to pillage the village. And their descend was as terrifying as it was graceful and swift. One moment they were up next they had almost on the village.

And the next they were three tall humans.

(Post inspired by Cloud Dragons)

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#1 Drink’s the Father


Fiction:

Her eyes were darting, always returning back to the same shelf on her left. She licked her lips, said “Andrew get me that sauce”.

Another lick of her lips. Andrew knew what was going on. He had anticipated it.

They were in the mall, holiday shopping it is. And the worse time of the year for his mom.

Holidays meant happiness, ideally. But for his mom they were cooking and cleaning and every other household chore that needs to be done so that the holidays all in all becomes perfect.

And the holidays were also the time when He left. His father. Her husband. Two years ago, no warning, no fights nothing. And till today no phone call or any message. Andrew was 11 then.

Mom cried and cried. Then she shouted and threw his stuff out of the house. Then she picked up whiskey. And she drank till she was peeing whiskey and drank more with arms she cut herself. Andrew and his sister Sophia cowed whenever she went into a rampage in the house. He was glad that the day mother cut herself, Sophia was not at home. Somebody called the authorities, it was not Andrew.

Large amount of anonymous alcoholics and anti-depressants later she came back. Sophia cried herself to sleep every night, Andrew used to hold her while she slept. And now while mother is almost normal the holidays are here. And they are standing in the mall with alcohol on the shelf to the left.

Mother pulls herself together and moves forward. They shop, Andrew pleading for every new toy he sees, mother persuading him to buy it the next time he comes there. But he could see her hustle. She wants to leave and drive home and have coffee, have this mall as far behind as possible. So he stops pleading eventually.

Sophia is not at home, at some of her friends place. Its snowing outside, driveway is piled up with snow. They get inside the home, mother whining about having to clean the driveway after dinner. Leaves the shopping bags on the kitchen and just  drops on the couch.

Unsure of what to do, Andrew turns on the TV. They watch a couple of minutes while mother is drinking water, like three bottles of water. She is keeping her hands busy, with remote or with her hair or with her sweater. Anything to keep her mind off.

Sophia is about to be home any minute now, its almost 7 pm. Mother has fallen asleep on the couch. Andrew wakes her up with a coffee.

“You know how to make coffee?”

“Yeah I watched you make them. You were asleep and tired so I made one for you. And no mom, I did not drink it”

She smiled. And Andrew recalled her old smile. There was just a hint of that old smile and laughter now. But it was there.

“Andrew!!” Sophia shouted from the driveway, “come here and help me clean it up.”

Mother looked perplexed, Andrew gave a loop sided smile and said “I may have ordered her to clean the snow. She refused. We had to have a compromise.”

He wore his gloves and opened the door, and there was Sophia with a big fistful of snow in her hands. She threw it at his face.

Mother gasped. Andrew gasped. Sophia laughed and bolted outside.

Andrew ran after her. Mother sighed suddenly remembering that they are just children yet. For now.

(Post inspired by reading Candid Kay’s blog post: Christmas tree left of centre)

30 Days 30 Fictions


When I started this blog, I did it to improve my creative writing.

Now my exams are finished and I have a month of free time, I intend to make use of it.

So in the coming thirty days, starting from tomorrow I will write a fictional story each day and publish it.

I think I can come up with a fiction a day!

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Words….


( ( Calling Uncle Bob

Have you ever faced a difficult situation when you had to choose between sorting it out yourself, or asking someone else for an easy fix? What did you choose — and would you make the same choice today?))

As I sat preparing for my exams my dog Jimmy decided that was the best time for him not to sleep.

Though he was supine right in the middle of the bed he was someway irritated and looking to chew something, maybe trying to grab air and chew it. This has happened many a times before and like always I gave him my hand so he could chew.

He doesn’t bite, just takes my hand inside his mouth and keeps it there. And after a while he sleeps, mostly with my hand still in his mouth, me feeling as a small dog chew toy. This time I had to scratch his head.

So with one hand tracing the textbook lines, other kept scratching and petting jimmy. Whenever I stopped scratching he would wake up and look with those big brown irises asking me why I stopped.

So this went on for half an hour, me scratching and studying. And when I stopped he was still asleep, dreaming of chicken and bones and everything favourite.

Makes you wonder what he would have said if he could have. Like somewhere along the lines of ‘Hey I have an itch to scratch, on my head. Help’ Or something else entirely.

It is thought inducing how him without saying a word or making a sound could convey what he wants. And how simple is it for him. Life’s big questions for him would be where to sleep now or what’s mummy making.

No words. No complexity.

Words. I always had a problem with them. I could never put them together, make them jell. Make the listener completely comprehend the kernel of what I intend to say.

And then I started blogging.

It is freedom.

I can write anything I want, how I want. Completely independent of who reads it and what they will think. Freedom which you will not attain outside the webpage where conversations cut short your thoughts, and sociality and mannerisms hamper you.

It is honesty.

Honesty that is interpreted as a fake in real life simply because no one can be that honest.

Every single one of the seventy something posts is me. Me, unfiltered and complete. People liked my thoughts and words, praised them. Writing became the sole way for me to express myself. I wrote to say sorry, wrote to say thank you and wrote for everything I could write on.

And I forgot that blogging ends with the website. That as soon as I click publish I have to attenuate myself for this world.

My honesty in real life spurned loose, and transpired to shamelessness. My freedom is now what I take forcefully. In complete disregard to others around me.

I forgot that blogging and real life is never the same. One of them is a page to write some four hundred words, other is more than just words. It is life. I got carried away.

I said things that have repercussions beyond my control. And now I realize that while my blog posts are me, I am more than those one paged posts. While I get followers and likes on blog for my thoughts, in my life thoughts are just a small role to play. My actions speak louder.

So here I am maybe taking an oath. I’ll change. Keep my freedom and honesty to my blog. But somehow finding a correct balance in life. Because I should.

Because I got carried away

Jimmy has it so easy.

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http://unbolt.wordpress.com/2014/08/29/i-was-walking-too-fast/
http://thecrookedmind.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/daily-prompt/
http://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/miss-independence/
http://vexingpoint.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/daily-prompt-calling-uncle-bob/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/dp-uncle-bob-o-o/
At the end of the day there is no sorting hat: But Love and a greater good shall guide me
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http://509majesty.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/sword-of-damocles-borrowing-money/
Pushing It Hard, Why wait for Uncle Bob?
http://namelessspaces.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/band-aid/
http://parkinkspot.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/calling-dr-bombay-emergency-come-right-away/
http://pinoyteacherabroad.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/when-times-get-tough/
http://oh3za.com/2014/11/25/calling-uncle-bob/
http://quotidianrevisions.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/forget-uncle-bob-call-momma-2/
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http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/vito-i-tole-you/
http://livingonchi.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/daily-prompt-uncle-bob-is-a-sweetheart/
http://www.kansamuse.com/2014/11/when-life-gives-you-too-many-choices/

Ask and you shall receive


http://lifeisgreat0.com/2014/11/25/the-note/
UNCLE WHO?
Daily Prompt: Calling Uncle Bob – and Uncle Jim, Uncle Harry and Uncle Arthur
http://jfirefox10031974.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/hindsight/
Uncle Bob by Default, It’s Me
http://ripplesnreflectiontimes.wordpress.com/2014/11/15/achievement-weekly-photo-challenge/
http://shazzameena.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/in-need-of-soup-and-diplomacy-with-marcella-79-80-of-466/
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Be a role model like


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http://traversinglines.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/id-gladly-let-you-know/
http://ripplesnreflectiontimes.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/1005/
Calling Uncle Bob: Unfix easy
Duck, Duck, Use
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http://warriorfreya.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/post-0063-daily-prompt-calling-uncle-bob/
http://plaridel.wordpress.com/2009/05/31/long-lost-relative-found/

What Does It Mean to Amplify?


http://emotionalfitnesstraining.com/2014/11/25/how-to-overcome-perfectionism/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/random-thought-to-todays-prompt/
http://psibrone.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/help/
http://myleviathan.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/calling-uncle-bob/
http://sincerelyloewe.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/part-xv-the-boy-with-the-golden-feathers/
http://thegadabouttown.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/gratitude-week/
http://willowscottling.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/bobs-your-uncle/
http://whenmybrainfarts.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/i-tried-i-didnt-quite-conquer/
http://pigeoneyeball.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/uncle-bob-no-one-of-that-name-lives-here-sir/
http://tylershepard1991.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/asking-for-help-vs-asking-for-advice/
http://juliepowell2014.wordpress.com/2014/11/26/standing-on-my-own-two-feet/
http://jackiesworldtravel.com/2014/11/25/cesky-krumlov/
http://rojo1990dotcom.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/a-little-bit-of-help-please/
http://strikeforceshooting.wordpress.com/2014/11/26/sucking-it-up-and-drive-on/

Inside My Head


Fiction:

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There were three brothers once:
Let’s call them Good, Bad and Third.

Good wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted to be the person who takes care of others, who is the perfect son, the perfect Friend.

He could not see others in misery, their pain weakened his knees. He couldn’t imagine a world with sorrow and suffering. All he ever wanted to was to bring smile to everyone’s face.

And he had to fight to do that, and what was worse: He had to fight his brother Bad.

Bad hated the world. He wanted to inflict pain on others. Make fun of them. Bully them. And every blow given to Good only made Bad more heinous. He just wanted to make the world burn.

He hated God, for he hated himself too. He hated his brothers but he hated someone else hurting them more. Whimsical and tyrannical, he sought to make sure that when he gained control of world, he would remember everyone who brought him to his knees would suffer.

And so fought the two brothers. Again and again. Good crying over fighting his brother, Bad laughing in self hatred.

But where was the Third?

Third sat on the throne. His cavalier manner, indulgence and negligence exacerbated everything. After all, Third decoded to sit on the throne only till either of the two brothers become victorious just so he could be on his way.

This is how it has always been: Good and Bad fighting through all eternity, while Third sat idle. And under his, world rejoiced in freedoms, and under his world burned.

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Loss


( By Heart

You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?)

Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw-huh,..
As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw-huh,..
Oh I’m a lucky man, to count on both hands
the ones I love,..

Some folks just got one,
yeah, others, they got none,

The song is Just Breathe by my favorite band Pearl Jam. While watching a TV show once I heard this song for the first time, and I absolutely loved it. I still have this song in my phone, and the line from the song always touched a cord. Always.

After I heard the song I did the same, I counted the ones I love and care about. Counted the ones who I think love and care about me. And as ashamed as I am to admit it, I never count family. They are bound to love and care, they have always done so. So in conclusion I could never reach four fingers.

I cared about so many people, yet I never felt that the feeling is mutual.

I feel alone. In crowds. In the seclusion of home. I am not ashamed to admit it. Everyone feels the same, everyone is looking for something in their lives. So am I.

And now more than ever. When everything is golden and blissful, at those times the ephemeral feeling of accomplishment, the feeling of not being alone even for a small time lifts you up. When surrounded by people who laugh with you, eat with you. But when things turn sour, the people disappear with the wind.

When someone who I got really got attached to decided to walk out, I had to reevaluate my life. With the anger of  feeling of being discarded as thrash, the mourning and the selfish sadist urge to hurt back, I realized that maybe I am doing things wrong.

Maybe I expect people to be like me. To live their lives by my ideals. To fill in the picture that I painted for my perfect life. And that, even for all my nice intentions, is really the most selfish I could be. And I never realized it.

I cannot even live up to my ideals, how could I expect others to do so? And how could I expect them to know answers to questions that I should know.

The only person who can help me is me. About time I realize this. Only I can decode my life. No one else can decide which master’s am I supposed to pursue, or how to manage the abrupt stress of college work.

I have a direction, and I intend to improve myself down the path just opened.

To the friend who decided to walk out, I want to stay angry. I want to hurt you, even for small measure of pleasure I could get. But I know it is not going to help me. Your decision to end things, so be it. No more heated words exchanged, no more shouting in front of others. And I hope that when you decide to talk again, I’ll have lower expectancy. And I’ll be better. And I hope the same be said for you too.

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Holidays!!


They are a benedictions and yet most often a malediction. And expectation come hand in hand with them.

If you have read my previous posts you will know that I absolutely abhor expectations. In fact I’m irreversibly marred by them. The tyranny of expectations breathe down the neck when holidays are descried in the horizon and I know, I have a gut feeling that they will end in tears and heartbreak.

It is like one is not complete without the other. And if I may, it is like they are fraught with sadness. Like expecting a heavenly time and getting, kind of hell. It seems a bad conclusion of Newton’s second law of motion.

Holidays for me are simple: watch movies, read books and eat and sleep. I don’t want to shop, roam pointlessly, just relax. After all I deserve it, working and traveling so much is grudging and I need some time off.

But a upcoming family holiday changes the dynamics. Everyone has expectations and abashed as I am to admit it, no one wants their perceived version of holidays to shatter. Father wants to do something, Mother wants to do something else. Brother, for the matter, just swings with the flow and is ready for every plan.

Unfortunately, not a single one of their plans is compatible with the other. And all of their ideas are resolute without any scope for compromise. Hence the tears and heartbreaks.

So my holidays are an anticlimax. With a heightened enthusiasm at the onset, disappointment comes at the end. And with each person the way to express this disappointment differs. And at the end no one is happy and praying that no such holiday comes again.

Such a scene in a few days of reprieve has been repeated so many times that even if I try, I cannot possibly come up with something new to say or do to lighten the mood. I don’t like the dolorous ambience at home but what can I do?

So when at times of Diwali(Reason for holidays, most auspicious festival in Hindus) when everything is expected to be beatific, nothing really is.

But the holidays this time had a special moment too. See on the first day of the three day family holiday, we all had breakfast. Now we never do that.

With my college, my brother’s and parent’s job schedules we never have viands at the same time. Never.

This time we did. Only once in the three days but we did. And we laughed and talked. All of us sitting in that table together and eating and sharing stories. No sadness, no tension. And to make things better even my dog came along to eat. Yeah, he completed the family picture at that time.

If we all weren’t so disheveled and somnolent I would have clicked a picture. I can’t even believe that the best time was then, when no one was wearing newly brought clothes, no expensive food or sweets. Just tea and some breakfast. And it was perfect.

I later said that after how much time did we all eat together, that now my Diwali is now complete. I probably jinxed the mood.

I hope that in a couple of days or months when I look back I only remember that morning and not the subsequent days. Because that morning was special. What followed was like a over repeated commercial that you are fed up with.

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

(Lack of) Equality


( Unequal Terms

Did you know today is Blog Action Day? Join bloggers from around the world and write a post about what inequality means to you. Have you ever encountered it in your daily life?

(Don’t forget to tag your post with “Inequality” — or #inequality on Twitter — so that other participants might find it.))

Recently I was accused of being libidinous and lacking any sense of propriety and mannerisms when talking to women in general. Though insulting in every sense possible, I concede that the accusation may hold some merit.

Most of my jibes do run along some lines which women in general may take as insolences, they forget to notice some mannerisms that guide me. And if I may, I’ll probably say that it is the women who accuse me of imprudence are in fact using gender as an excuse to protect themselves from my pokes.

After all it is the same girl who would not think a second before poking my patience. Where does the shield of ‘Being A Girl’ disappear then? And where does the equality lie?

I hate it, when girls(Not going to call them women for their immaturity) decide to use their gender as a means to win argument. More often than not, I have heard them say ‘I am a women and you will talk this way to me?!’ Or something of that order. But that same girl wouldn’t hesitate a second before crossing the same metaphorical lines for another person. So why use their gender to hide behind, when you can very well use individuality as a means to win an argument.

In short what I mean is that (some) girls more often than not think that they can get away with anything uttered or done simply because of their gender. But their same ideology vanishes into smoke when they should practice it.

The apparent hypocrisy of these individuals and their claims of being morally and ethically sound are what infuriates me. And then they decide that they are the perfect judges of your character.

How many times have you encountered a girl(or a guy) who wouldn’t give a second’s thought before that person starts bitching? And you could bet that the next sentence uttered will be along the lines of ‘I don’t like bitching, I’m not her’

It is asinine to be advocate of feminism and yet not understand that it encumbers no special preference to being a female.

I am not against the idea that certain reverence has to be given to females. Not because of their gender but because of their circumstances.

I should curb my ranting for now, I won’t be able to stop. After all I son want good amount of views and feedback on my post.

The very concept of equality is ideal at best. There couldn’t be equality among the gender because its prevalent to have chivalry and mannerism specific to a gender. And that is just the beneficial aspects of inequality. For women of course.

I treat people equally. Regardless of your gender or your sexual orientation you could expect me to.
treat you like I treat everyone else(I pass verbal jibes and pokes at everyone). There is your equality and that is possibly the best you could get from me.

Your gender doesn’t define you, its your abilities and choices that do. So possibly stop hiding behind the Being A Woman remark and face the world for what it is. Its hard, and it has nothing to do with you being a woman. We live in twenty first century, and in urban areas of Mumbai. You are not going to find any better place for gender equality in India(I think so).

FYI post is directed at a certain generic girls, not at females in general. I have had the pleasure of having great friends who are as open minded as they can get.

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Let’s see what others have written:
http://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/10/15/cries-of-the-first-trillionaire-of-the-lost-planet/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/10/15/purity/
Unequal Terms: Inequality
Unequal Terms – The Daily Post.
Unequal Terms
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http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-thanks/
http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/not-at-par-with-each-other/
Equality
http://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/equality/
http://designersophisticate.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/no-one-can-make-you-feel-inferior-without-your-consent-eleanor-roosevelt/
http://starfor52.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality-blog-action-day/
http://youaintspecial.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/nope-never/
http://suestrifles.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/blog-action-day-2014-mental-vs-physical-health/
http://beartales.me/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://charlafarmington.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality/
http://sayadpoet.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/so-what-am-i-chopped-liver/
http://namelessspaces.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/woman-to-woman/
tantalising
http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality-is-the-law-of-nature/
http://hoangmkvu.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-ground/

Unequal Terms


http://oh3za.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://fibercompulsion.com/2014/10/16/inequality/
http://theyyouandme.wordpress.com/2014/10/15/feminism-or-sexism/
http://fcmiller3.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality/
Life is not fair, but it need not be filled with inequality
http://randomactsofsnark.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://joantatley.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/my-two-cents/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/03/24/work-is-a-four-letter-word/
FAR FROM EQUAL
http://katherinewebber.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://thewindroseblog.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/daily-prompt/
http://anupturnedsoul.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/connecting-the-dots-some-thoughts-on-criticism-empathy-blogging-and-being-human/
http://liveoutloudandproud.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/lifes-not-fair/
http://noemptywords.net/2014/10/16/the-layers-of-inequality/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/the-haves-and-have-nots/
http://www.prayersandpromises.org/7-reasons-to-let-go/
http://raspberrydaydreams.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality/
Daily Prompt: Unequal Terms – That’s life unfortunately.
http://deepmarvel.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/conscription/
http://carlosxcunha.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/my-neighbor-wants-me-in-prison-because-i-hate-coons/
http://mojowritin.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/the-deepest-hours-part-two/
http://scienceinpolitics.com/2014/10/16/misallocated-billions/
http://ajustmanishardtofind.com/2014/10/16/man-in-the-mirror/
http://vexingpoint.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/daily-prompt-unequal-terms/
http://unravel286.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/the-daily-prompt-3/
http://lifeisgreat0.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://randomscores.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://apparentlyanna.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/blog-action-day-why-i-fight-inequality/
http://yzhengblog.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-opportunity-employer/
http://vagariousvoyage.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/insult-with-a-smile/
http://losingmyreliginity.com/2014/10/13/marriage-equality/
http://notapunkrocker.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/give-it-time/
http://aliceandeve.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-perspective-privilege/
http://secretmuhajaba.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://l5gn.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/butch-geek/
http://girlinagameworld.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality-in-the-gaming-world-sucks/
http://foreignforeigner.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/equally-yoked-as-humans/
http://risingrave28.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/on-inequality-and-social-mobility-short-notes/
http://carolinethroup.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/every-child-matters/
http://pippakinclawz.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/daily-post-blog-action-day/
http://insach21site.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://megselizabeth86.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/you-are-not-entitled/
http://whenmybrainfarts.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/i-didnt-ask-for-this/
http://ambikarani.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://bbnest.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/equality-isnt-fair/
http://imanikingblog.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality/
The Importance of Educating Girls
http://terriwebsterschrandt.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/the-inequality-of-leaning-out/
http://yellowstonewords.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/gray-wolf-talks-inequality/
http://macbofisbil.com/2014/10/16/in-a-prison/
http://cartervail.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality/
http://thegadabouttown.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality-for-no-one/
http://ungiornonellavita.com/2014/10/16/what-does-ocd-mean-to-me/
What Inequality Has Meant to Me
http://moosha23.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
My Perception
http://www.pghlesbian.com/2014/10/pa-state-house-candidate-throws-down-the-anti-trans-card/
http://thescaredone.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/77/
http://impossiblebebong.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/you-talkin-to-me/
http://normashilpi.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/treated-with-cucumber/
http://redswrap.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/the-reflex-of-deference/
http://emo1956.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality-and-the-state-pension-a-personal-view/
http://kosheradobo.com/2014/07/29/colorism-in-the-philippines-youre-not-white-enough/
http://allthingscuteandbeautiful.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/daily-prompt-being-inequal/
http://livelovelaughdancepray.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms-the-daily-post-inequality/
http://endeavoury.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://tidlidim.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/daily-prompt-unequal-terms/
http://joatmon14.com/2014/10/16/perspective-of-inequality/
http://biancapaigesmith.com/2014/10/16/who-says-you-cant-do-that/

What About Me?


http://clairecrowe.com/2014/10/16/inequality-when-the-guys-get-all-puffy/
http://wtfaioa.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/443/
http://finaletoanentrance.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal/
http://livinglearningandlettinggo.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/experiences-of-inequality/
http://spadethought.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/we-deserve-equality/
http://slimcrescentmoon.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/shout-if-you-have-to
http://barbarapyett.wordpress.com/2014/10/17/httpdailypost-wordpress-comdp_promptunequal-terms/
http://kaoutarchahbane.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality-can-we-stop-it/
http://chasinglifeandfindingdreams.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/inequality-hits-us-all-even-if-you-dont-realize-it/
http://maggiecarlise.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
http://conqueringanthropophobia.wordpress.com/2014/10/17/the-equality-complex/
http://www.deliberatingdave.com/created-equal/
http://jaynesdailypost.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/unequal-terms/
My Suffragist Grandmother
http://basicallybeyondbasic.com/2014/10/16/daily-prompt-unequal-terms/
http://1874firstimpressionistexhibition.wordpress.com/2014/10/17/unequal-terms/
http://caliten.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/brony/
http://thejournalofabeautifulmind.wordpress.com/2014/10/17/different-yes-its-one-of-my-assets-daily-prompt/
http://focalbreeze.wordpress.com/2014/10/17/wont-back-down/
http://grrrrrrl.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/notes-on-inequality/
http://testmecards.wordpress.com/2014/10/17/blog-action-day-2014-inequality/
http://ritalnielsen.com/mind-the-gap/

Transiting


( In Transit

Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?)

This post can be taken as a continuation of an earlier post about the train travel experience.

Almost three and a half years of travels via trains,  which could be summed up to about four hours a day. That’s a lot.

When I started my college, everyone said that college is too far,  which they are right,  and I politely replied ‘You get used to the travels.’ You do get used to it,  the train journey becoming an integral part of everyday life. Leaving college according to the train timing and waiting at the edge of station straining to get a glimpse of imminent train. 

Mumbai Local Trains. They make your life.

But my post isn’t about the trains. It’s related to what happened in 2006. (For full story read here and here)

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File photo of the blast. Image courtesy : http://www.outlookindia.com/article/Forking-Paths-Of-Faith/235136

Those terror attacks changed everything. I mean everything. I admit,  from the first day of my college my parents told me to call them when I reach college.  That habit grew old and I stopped it. But it doesn’t change anything.

Those attacks killed common people,  commuters like me.  Maybe they were returning from jobs or from college and they never reached home. And ever since trains are no longer completely trusted.

Authorities did what they could,  and stations still have metal detectors and emergency ambulances standing by and countless measures were taken but the fear is still there.

When I travel there comes a time when I suddenly notice a rather normal looking Bag. Completely ordinary yet it grabs my attention. And I take eschew glances till someone picks the bag up and departs the train. I sigh in relief,  guilty for mentally accusing a person’s innocuous bag as a means of terror and death.

And I’m not alone in this. I have seen people who form groups and sing pious lauds but are very cautious about the luggage. Every bag that seems to be left out is called out. Mostly at Dadar where the trains halts,  commuters calls for the owners of the bag.

The fear is now ingrained. Every train journey there is a nagging sensation that something can go wrong. And the thought scares me.
At that time people who died, were grievously injured were unaware. And now the vigilance in the trains, portrayed by everyone is some assurance.

Everything else in the trains, like fights and cussing,  the rush to grab a window seat or even the stupid couples standing near the door when the train is empty seems natural. Seems a part of the routine.

But the dread of a mishap is not. Don’t get me wrong,  being wary and vigilant is our responsibility. And I will do the same whenever I travel.

And this is what travel is. A promiscuous mixture of kindness, anxiousness and apprehension.

The four hours of life.

Let’s see what others have written :

no parking
http://randomactsofsnark.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/in-transit/
http://lewellynhughes.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/traveling-with-strangers/
http://alightningbug.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/life-in-transit/
http://aerretha.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/oh-joy/
http://quotosphere.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/363/
http://betterbloggingat.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/in-transit/
http://privyperspective.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/on-fainting-in-a-train-station/
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http://ripplesnreflectiontimes.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/in-transit/
http://notstargirl.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/noisy-thoughts-on-a-train-station/
http://thedarkerandshadier.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/last-train-to-home/
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http://macbofisbil.com/2014/10/07/airport-panic/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/3576/
http://geletilari.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/rush-hour/
http://conqueringanthropophobia.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/beyond-the-subway-tracks/
http://myauthoritis.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/terminal-illness/
A Yellow Tale: part ii
http://20000milesandcounting.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/daily-prompt/
http://thejournalofabeautifulmind.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/in-transit-daily-prompt/
http://jaynesdailypost.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit/
http://thelarksroost.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/132/
My Secret Thoughts!

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http://positivatude.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/love-actually-is-all-around/
http://wileyschmidt.com/2014/10/06/everything-in-transit/
http://dailymusing57.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit-daily-prompt/
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http://fcmiller3.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/train-stops/
http://pigeoneyeball.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit/
http://ungiornonellavita.com/2014/10/06/daily-prompt-in-transit/
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http://jayhouse.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/train-of-thought/
http://corinthialynne.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/the-daily-post-in-transit/
http://djgarcia94.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/crossed-paths/
http://tidlidim.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/daily-prompt-in-transit/

Moving People


http://worldwidesoulmate.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/writing-101-lost-and-found-forget-me-not-2/
http://camembertandchocolate.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/canned-sardines/
http://thegadabouttown.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/sick-transit-gloria-on-a-monday/
http://traversinglines.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/i-am-just-another-zombie-til-you-said-hello/
http://colourunabridged.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/accidentally-sincerely-yours-2/
http://mojowritin.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/connect/
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http://waywordness.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/silent-movies/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/okay-i-know/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/hard-transit/
http://moosha23.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit/
http://philosaic.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/transition/
http://steve-says.net/2014/10/06/id-never-had-one-that-big-before/
http://yzhengblog.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/train-rides/
http://petrd1.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/a-tale-of-two-bus-stops/
http://bobbeck1600.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/daily-prompt-in-transit/
http://emotionalfitnesstraining.com/2014/10/06/how-to-get-more-emotionally-fit-an-online-course/
http://ajustmanishardtofind.com/2014/10/06/eau-de-new-york/
http://unravel286.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/the-daily-post-2/
http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit/
http://oartheboat.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/an-airport-is/
http://psibrone.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/the-world-moves-on/
http://katespencer17.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/heartprints/
http://emo1956.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit-in-a-transit-van-why-do-these-things-always-happen-to-me/
http://lifeisgreat0.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/running-fast/
http://worddisorder.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/inspiration-comes-in-many-different-places/
http://vid00shak.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/joy-of-giving-in-a-metro/
http://jaysiphonesnaps.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/somewhere-to-be/
http://cartervail.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/daily-prompt-crossing-paths/
http://rustyiam.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/transiticity/
http://greenlegs7.wordpress.com/2014/09/21/a-sea-of-asters/
World’s Best Teleportation Device

http://jaysnaps.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/most-transitatious/
http://stuffenonsense.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit/
http://alisha3cats.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/stuff-to-do-when-youre-bored-on-the-subway/
http://joatmon14.com/2014/08/04/this-time/
http://oh3za.com/2014/10/06/in-transit/
Hanging out at the train station
http://theodorazheng.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit-throwback-monday/
http://jenbrunett.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/morning-state-of-mind/
http://pippakinclawz.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/daily-post-in-transit/
http://threepsandq.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/prompt-in-transit/
http://anupturnedsoul.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/a-very-knotty-problem/
http://sweattearsanddigitalink.com/2014/06/08/snippet-sunday-8614/
Daily Prompt: In Transit – in Switzerland
http://avatarofmrbean.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/ps-woes-with-customs-lest-he-forgets/
http://shawnwingsit.com/transit-ever-ridden-nyc-subway/
http://underthemonkeytree.com/2014/10/06/does-moving-count/
http://allthingscuteandbeautiful.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/daily-prompt-being-magical-3/
http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/waiting/
http://kindlingword.com/2014/06/04/the-days-of-our-lives/
http://trablogger.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/my-love-affair-with-indian-railway/
http://youaintspecial.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/the-other-other-other-white-meat/
http://mydecadelongtravels.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/the-joys-of-traveling-and-racial-profiling/
UP THE MOUNTAIN
http://aliceandeve.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/a-story-in-each-face/
http://lifeconfusions.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/rails-and-ties/
http://rsativus.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/instant-friendship/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/the-mta/
http://ettemeyer.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit-poem/
http://lifeassirli.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/train-station/
http://laughagain.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/zombies-dont-eat-breakfast/
http://charlafarmington.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit/
FUN IN TRAIN, SOULFULLY YOURS
And I was No Where at All #microfiction #travel #dpchallenge
http://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/people-watcher/
http://suejutakeshi.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/end-station/
http://movingtowardsthelight.com/2014/10/06/angel-at-the-ferry/
http://mycurvyattitude.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/in-transit/
http://geekergosum.com/2014/10/06/in-transit-the-hell-of-other-commuters/
dreams
http://tnkerr.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/daily-prompt-in-transit/
http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/another-life-on-another-side/
http://designersophisticate.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/too-many-people/
http://sayadpoet.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/wisp-of-dream-daily-prompt/
In Transit: Solitary Reader
http://namelessspaces.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/oxford-circus/
http://ourgorgeouschaos.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/the-luxury-at-shanghai-international-airport/
http://vexingpoint.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/daily-prompt-in-transit/
http://fibercompulsion.com/2014/10/06/in-transit/
http://badosto.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/daily-prompt-in-transit/
http://isimonfiction.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/reblog-generosity/
http://mcswhispers.wordpress.com/2014/04/13/how-to-spend-8-hours-in-an-airport/
http://guthonestfaith.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/victoria-station/
http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/staying-put/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2013/11/21/sudden-inspiration-by-music-journey/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/dp-prompt-as-a-new-story-begins/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/10/05/highway-to-heaven/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/shades-of-last-evening/
http://crashcoursedummy.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/ttt/
http://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2014/10/06/transitions/

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

I’m proud


Daily Post
( Truth Serum

You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?

Not the best relation to the topic. But if I could frame a question to this post it would probably be like what are you proud of?

I did my best.  Really I did. I don’t know how it didn’t go so well.

In retrospect I can’t even count how many times I said this.  I repeated this again and again to everyone and everyone who listened. 

And I did this every time I failed.  I was distraught,  the weight of disappointment too heavy for my lank shoulders.

Tonight when I was watching a tv show,  a reality show nonetheless,  I heard one contestant say she is proud of what she did. Even if she is eliminated she knows she couldn’t have done better.

And she is proud of that fact.

That one line caught my attention.  If she fails or she isn’t up to the standard,  she is eliminated.  No second  chance.  No retries. Just gone. 

But she said she will be proud of what she did regardless the results.
I never said that. I never said that when I screwed up a big exam three years ago.  I never say it now when I have so many things to be proud of.  I never say I’m proud of that.  Even when I got great scores which I just recently did,  I was ecstatic but never uttered or felt proud.

Is that even possible?

So I asked friends.  Almost all said the same.  They were proud of themselves when they did great.  But when they didn’t accomplish what they sought,  they didn’t feel happiness much less pride.

And they certainly never felt pride when they fell. Unlike the girl on the show.

Maybe the show is fake and not reality, a deceiving telecast just to win audience.  Or maybe the girl lived halfway down in Australia maybe.  Or some other rationale can be valid here.

It is like someone poured an ice bucket on me.  Realization is disheartening and sends a shiver down my spine.

So I ask you,  After you failed in something you put your heart and soul into, after you did your best, 
Did you say to yourself that you are proud of yourself? Not after days of crying and hurting yourself.  Immediately after.  When and if the shock is just given and the first thought in your mind is ‘Hey I did my best,  I’m proud of that’

If you are anything like me you wouldn’t have.  You would have cursed and punished yourself for the failure.  I always said to others it is the efforts that matter,  not the end product.  Now I regard this a bit differently.

Being proud of your investment is what matters.

And this is rather more important to believe in when you fall.

Saying it that matters. Believing it that matters. Because great outcomes are rare.  And when you are down,  clothes bloodied and downcast sight only pride on your efforts may lift you. And make you try again.

If you do not feel the same then I plead you to consider it.  Ponder it for time being.  I propound this to you.

Next time when you fall,  which honestly I don’t want,  I want you to say you are proud of what you tried to do. It couldn’t have been otherwise.

And I vow that what come in near futures, I will always be proud of my efforts. It will not be easy. Appreciating the good amidst the worse situation is never easy. But I’ll try.

I always put in my best.  Be it my family or friends, or academic or my extra activities, I’m proud of I chased and achieved,  and what I fell short of grabbing. Good and the bad.

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Let’s see what others have written :
WHERE OH WHERE HAS MY LITTLE PROMPT GONE?
http://emo1956.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/the-truth-will-set-you-free/
http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/you-cant-handle-the-truth/
http://petrd1.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/simply-ire-quizzical/
http://crashcoursedummy.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/better-way/
http://iamj0ann.com/2014/09/30/b101-truth-serum/
http://theempathyqueen.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/the-truth-is-not-only-words-but-experience-daily-post/
http://msbstories.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/consent-and-truth-serum-dont-mix/
http://mojowritin.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/tooth-be-told-a-green-lake-tale/
Daily Prompt: Truth Serum – the truth always hurts
http://kenyindian.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/just-friends-or-something-more/
http://suejutakeshi.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/the-truth-has-been-spoken/
http://mybeautifulbreakdown.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-served-cold/
http://debooworks.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/any-takers-2/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/09/29/dwellings/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/09/29/governance/
http://stilllifewithgradstudent.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-serum-comes-in-a-little-glass-vial-a-little-glass-vial-a-little-glass-vial/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/wheres-all-my-stuff/
http://bhalsop.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/daily-prompt-truth-serum/
http://yzhengblog.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/if-i-have-a-vial-of-truth-serum/
http://raspberrydaydreams.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/truth-serum/
http://tnkerr.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/daily-prompt-truth-serum/
http://whenmybrainfarts.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/veritaserum/
http://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/the-whole-truth/
http://evolvingruminations.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-will-out/
http://l5gn.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/the-truth/
http://berryduchess.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/the-absolut-truth/
http://csaravg.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-serum/
http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-is-better-than-lies/
http://watermovesme.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/prompt-and-thorough-ish/
http://apparentlyanna.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/i-dont-need-truth-serum/
http://youaintspecial.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/you-cant-handle-it/
http://watermovesme.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/prompt-and-thorough-ish-2/
What do you live for?
http://pippakinclawz.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/daily-post-truth/
http://www.ryanerickson.com/writing/2014/09/30/using-a-truth-serum-on-__________-perhaps-not/
http://allthingscuteandbeautiful.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/daily-prompt-being-truthful/
http://robertmcq.com/2014/09/30/the-truth-potion9302014/
http://amakaanozie.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/independence/
http://thoughtsofajunkiemisfit.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/do-you-swear-to-tell-the-whole-truth/
http://scriptunderconstruction.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/lying-to-myself/
http://sayadpoet.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truthful-me-daily-prompt/
http://teachezwell.me/2014/09/30/teachers-lounge-chat-3-truth-serum/
http://beginnersblessings.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-serum/
http://teachezwell.me/2014/09/30/daily-post-prompt-blogging-racial-sterotypes/
http://djgarcia94.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-shall-set-you-free/
Truth Serum
http://silverthreading.com/2014/09/30/truth-serum/
http://schattenengel.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/a-truth-serum-for-myself/
http://psibrone.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-tactics/
http://waywordness.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-serum/
http://dallernaturel.com/2014/09/30/truth-in-black-white/
http://thegadabouttown.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/deus-ex/
http://movingtowardsthelight.com/2014/09/30/the-hunters-high/
http://mjamesjackson.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/i-cant-handle-the-truth/
Whoppers

Truth Serum Special Guest


http://kizzyandizzy.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/blogging-101-is-honesty-the-best-policy/
The Easy-Peasy Road
http://thedailybants.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/could-you-handle-the-truth/
http://daniellewong09.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-or-truth/
http://emotionalfitnesstraining.com/2014/09/30/how-and-when-to-lie-five-tips/
http://joatmon14.com/2014/09/30/all-in-the-name-of-science/
http://stepstimestwo.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/simply-truth/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/the-whole-truth/
http://backinthecityblog.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-serum/
http://idleandboredtwo.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/daily-prompt-truth-serum/
http://ajustmanishardtofind.com/2014/09/30/does-the-truth-have-to-hurt/
Truth Serum or are you listening?
http://letthestarsout.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/blogging-101-one-vial-of-veritaserum/
http://brennquenn.com/2014/09/30/veritaserum/
http://writingfromunderabeechtree.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/the-truth-is-there-for-the-asking/
http://aussieemjay.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/fact-or-fiction/
http://fcmiller3.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-serum/
http://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/all-i-want-is-the-truth-just-gimme-some-truth/
http://spadethought.wordpress.com/2014/09/18/knowing-the-truth/
http://speculativeparadigmshifts.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/moment-of-truth/
http://closetoeighty.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/how-i-would-use-a-vial-of-truth-serum/
http://danaldaggett.com/2014/09/30/no-bake-dog-treats-truth-serum-optional/
http://macbofisbil.com/2014/10/01/public-enemy-number-1/
http://jaysnaps.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/truthishly/
http://dhglearning.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/truth-serum/
http://rustyiam.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/puphood/
http://helenmeikle.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/daily-prompt-wouldnt-waste-me-time-mate/
http://lemonlimefollies.com/2014/09/30/i-envy-you-not/
http://traversinglines.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/truth-be-told/
http://literaryfaith.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/what-does-sasha-think/
http://oh3za.com/2014/10/01/truth-serum/
http://amiewrites74.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/house-of-cards/
http://anita64.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/4186/
http://anita64.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/and-nothing-but/
http://thefailingadult.com/2014/09/30/i-have-the-truth-serum/
http://fromthestickstothebricksandbackagain.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/truth-serum-no-5/
http://namelessspaces.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/look-me-in-the-eyes-and-lie/
http://asqueezeofbliss.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/calling-a-spade-a-spade/
http://betterbloggingat.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/truth-serum/
http://xavanessa.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/perspectives-on-truth/
Truth Serum: Q & A
http://perferviddreams.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/truth-serum/
http://spilledthoughtsandcoffee.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/the-upsetting-truth/
http://etor237.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/serum-of-truths/

Piecemeal


What the hell am I doing?!

(This post I wrote in two parts: prior to my results and after my results are out)

Part 1:

What the hell am I doing?!

I kept asking myself the same question the moment I woke up. I already woke up late, I saw the clock reading 6:18 am and there was no way I’ll be able to attend the morning 8 am lecture. But I still got ready for college. I did my morning routine and got frustrated when I had to comb my hair. I left it all disheveled.

And to make things worse, the trains were late. I had no intention of studying in the train today, neither did I want to listen to songs. And continuously asked myself the same question. Attending lectures isn’t my favourite past time and today I knew I don’t want to stay at home either.

There was no rickshaw and my impatience didn’t let me wait for it either. So I as I walked with showers of rain I kept thinking what I am doing I realized the entire picture that is making me so disgruntled.

With my hair all sodden and and stuck with scalp making me looking bald, I knew I wasn’t asking about my lectures. I was asking about what am I supposed to do about my future. With my Ielts results coming today I have to decide where am I heading.

I gave my Ielts. I got selected in Accenture and now in like fifteen days or so I am giving GRE. I have to fix what I want to do with my future. No longer dubious about my caliber, I know I can do great where ever I route myself. Unfortunately I don’t know what I want more. And being irresolute is difficult because every time someone asks what’s your future plan(everyone asks me that) I can’t answer. I don’t know and even after almost six months of research I can’t decide.

One would assume that after giving an exam the decision would become easy. After getting a job offer I would have realisation. But I don’t. While I am not thrilled about Accenture(though its a job) I dread my results. I have a huge phobia about it.

I am assuming that I am not getting great marks. Honestly I think I can’t get the minimum required marks either. No matter how much I try to think positively, I dread the imminent mail that is going to make or break it for me mostly.

I just hope that I sleep a little better than I did last night from now. I am tired of this pressure. The expectations I have imposed on my shoulders is like breaking me down step by step.

Part 2:

Um, now this is awkward. I am not going to edit the preceding paragraphs because they are what I was feeling like in the morning.

Now its three hours after my tests are revealed. And I got a score of 8 out of a possible 9.

Yup, 8 out of 9. That’s amazing. I am happy, friends are demanding parties and everything looks brighter suddenly. For the moment or so my concerns are worries are eclipsed by what I achieved. I literally didn’t feel like I’ll receive a 6.5 out of 9 in the morning. I didn’t believe it when I saw this. For two seconds or so, I think my breath stopped and then I basked in all the air, which tasted sweeter abruptly.

*Sighs*

I still don’t have any ounce of perception, no direction about what next. But for once maybe I’m really happy about NOW.

Sporting a huge cocky smile, standing like I just completed a impossible mission, I stand awaiting my bus.

I am suddenly optimistic that if not today, I’ll figure out my life’s calling someday. And I’ll grab it. Till that I’ll strive for better, doing colossal tasks (GRE and applying to universities, graduating…. You get the picture here) one step at a time.

Easy and slow.

In piecemeal.

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Recruitments, so Chill


Sometimes I think that my brain is going to commit suicide. Honestly. It has all premontions of it, the frequent migrains are maybe my brain warning me to cool down. I am not saying I am suicidal, I am great and happy, its my brain that concerns me. If my brain ever starts speaking to me, mostly in a dream I think the monlogue will probably be like this:

Brain:

You can’t even get it that I can’t take it anymore. I have to do so much and youy, you idiot just rush headlong into indiscrimante commitments that even I can’t keep track of them all. Seriously, bro stop! Or else I’ll stop and you will end up all ‘vegetabley’ in a hospital.

Well I think that’s what he’ll (definitely HE) say. Last time I mentiined about my upcoming recruitment process. Now for an engineer this is important. This is how Indians will recognize you mostly (He got into Delloite/L&T/XYZ) , you will get respect(if you get a good salary package, of course) and blahblahblah all the other stupid social norms (Who started things like this?!!!)

Now let’s back it a bit. Engineers are born the day when their father/mother/some random elder look at them and utter in all pride “Mera Beta Engineer banega”,(My son/daughter is going to be an Engineer!) I am sure that most people who stand where I stand now, are mostly cursing that abominable day. ‘3 Idiots’ movie that line so funny that even mentioning that line brings out fits of laughter among engineers!

https://i0.wp.com/filmykeeday.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Mera-beta-Engineer-Banega-3-idiots-dialogues-memes.jpg

(Courtesy:http://filmykeeday.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Mera-beta-Engineer-Banega-3-idiots-dialogues-memes.jpg)

I am a super idiot, considering I came home one day and said “I am going to be an engineer!” So stupid. And yet I think better than my decision to aspire to be a doctor some years ago. Imagining myself cutting up cadavers on a monday because it is that practicals, I laugh at the incredulosity of it. It isn’t for me.

Then we give a thousand exams whose abbrevations sound like a terrorist organizations, join coaching classes, accumulate illimitable study materials that our storage space becomes glutted. And that is before engineering mind you, it only gets worse. Just to get into a great college. When I say a great college, I mean to end up in an city, like Bandra in my case.

You expect people to be different in big hotspot colleges like these. They aren’t. The just are more affluent than your previous classmates. Many fakes, liers and sycophants you will encounter, likes of which you will definitely find a local Pan wala shop(hangout spot). It takes a while to spot the authentic from the horde and guess what, you are mostly wrong. But that’s okay, sometimes you do find great people.

Now skim to last year and the recruitment. I really can’t emphasize how important this day is. You find the library packed with students revising aptitude and various programming languages a month before, or two months. We engineers are awesome, aren’t we?

On day, your nerves kill you. You find yourself thirsty even if you just gulped down a litre of water. Hands are sweaty and feets are tapping restlessly. And guess what? I think I made an blunder in my interviews too! I’m human so its okay.

Well I just gave one interview after which I was ashamed to death by the mistakes I made. And I decided never again. Last five days in a row, I woke up and I prepared myself mentally for the tasks I have to achieve. Whether it be the IELTS exam (which went okay) or the recruitment. I was determined and persistent that no more mistakes! I may have that line my phone wallpaper too.

And I (actually a group of us) were thrown out like a some leftover rotten last night dinner in the next recruitment rounds. We weren’t eligible and that’s a story for another day. With the recruitment officer resonating “I have 200+ students to cater to, I can’t entertain everybody’s individual problems”, we walked out in shame.

I was angry, agahst and a little disappointed. I wanted that comapany’s offer letter.

As i woke up today, with practically no tension and nothig to prepare for, I ended up chuckling at how much this is affecting me. With continously flagging confidence levels, I should be worried.

I am not. There is always some other opprotunity. And when it knocks I am going to go there, grinning the entire time and try my best. If I’m not able to achieve it then something else will come up. And I’ll try again.

Speaking/Placements Day 1


It is kind of Amazing how things pan out sometimes!

As I mentioned before today I had a part of my IELTS exam, only the speaking module. And also today we have our college placements beginning.

Day 1.

Today we had the aptitude test for Accenture at 8.30 am. That’s right, 8.30. I never reach college by 8.30 and I had to come for the aptitude test by that time.

Not only that, my speaking module was scheduled at 9.00 am. The aptitude test timing I didn’t know till a day ago. I had asked in the college about it, but they didn’t disclose it.

And my college and the speaking test module location were far, like separated by an hour or so. So I had to make a decision, either Ielts or aptitude.

Rescheduling my speaking test was not an option. No way! I had prepared for this exam, a month’s worries and tension had cumulated to this. No way!

Don’t get me wrong, I am not greedy. I just wanted to do both, get good grades in my speaking test and achieve passing in my aptitude. But I knew I could do only one.

I reached the speaking module location, which by the way is the ITC Grand Central in Parel. Mind you, the hotel is amazing. Just by looking at it I was agape. Huge and sumptuous.

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The lobby, i just did not want to leave!!

I was a good hour before my test. I waited in the lobby for the test to begin. Met a couple of people there, all test givers who for various reasons were giving the test. I found out that I’m the first person to give the test. Okay, I can do it I thought. And I gulped down some water for my parched throat.

Finally they called us, took us to the tenth floor, which turned out to be the spa floor(?) And one by one checked our documents and took one photograph. I was escorted to room 1007(I not gonna forget the details of a test like this!) Where I met my test taker Mrs Poonam.

Now I can’t describe my test in words. It was good, satisfactory. She asked a couple of questions I answered them. And in a blink of an eye, my fifteen minutes of speaking test were done. I enjoyed it, and I hope the results don’t disappoint either(coming on 19th September).

Turned out when I reached my college, I could give my aptitude too. There was another batch and I squeezed in. I hardly prepared for this but I did my best.

And voila, I got through the aptitude also!

Tomorrow I have group discussion round of Accenture placement. Followed by the remaining modules of Ielts exam on Saturday. And from Monday again I’ll have other companies coming to college for recruitment. Talk about a busy schedule! But this is better. I find myself growing more and more restive each day, that such coming days may prove fruitful for me. I don’t know what tomorrow holds for me.

Just because today was a good day, doesn’t mean tomorrow I’ll be lucky again. Luck is capricious bitch which hardly favors me. But I will still do my best. Funny thing is this, my classmates had more confidence in me than I did. Now to amidst all the bantering I received they held the opinion I’ll get recruited tomorrow.

I know it is not going to be easy. With such a huge pool of candidates applying tomorrow, I find my chances miniscule. But even if I don’t get in, I do hope I could remember the fact that I DID give it my best shot. That it is okay to not get in.

Let’s see how tomorrow goes!

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Numbness


( Pains and Gains

Do you agree with Jane Fonda’s favorite exercise motto, “no pain, no gain?” Is it impossible to attain greatness without considerable hardship?)

I haven’t written in a ten days. Neither fiction nor reality.

I hardly checked other people’s blogs either. I have no clue about what’s happening in their lives either.

I could lie about having a hectic schedule, or about being tired all the time (I am!) But that isn’t the reason.

It’s because I feel numb. Completely and utterly numb. Lifeless and senseless.

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I should be tensed, I have my Ielts this Saturday. But I don’t feel tensed.

My college’s placements (Job Interviews) start this week. I should feel anticipation. I don’t.

I should feel anger at my friends for not inviting me for festivals. I don’t. I don’t feel morose either.

I should feel something. I don’t. I’m filled with apathy and it sickens me. I am human. How could I feel nothing!!!

I read news. Ukraine. Gaza. Israel. Russia. Islamic state. Ebola. Rape. Murder. Scams. Scandals. Etc. Etc.

That’s what they are to me now. Not some other human agony. Just some blah, some etc. And it is sickening for me.

I don’t even feel anything when things turn sour at home. I should feel anger, concern. Nothing!

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It is like I have exhausted myself. The sudden bereavement of my emotions is like I have lost some intrinsic quality. I feel as if I have been supplanted by a clone.

And without these little tiny prompts that are born within, I couldn’t write. My posts are all driven by them. I stalled thinking I’ll find something to write about. I didn’t.

And that was the last straw. I decided I’ll come back to writing. With the number of people in life with whom I could talk to less than my fingers I needed an outlet. I don’t want to end up as a caustic fellow, full of hostility and lack of concern. Or I don’t want to end up a taciturn either. It took a whole lot of courage and will to reach this place, I’m not going back.

I read other people’s blogs. And that isn’t easy when you have about a hundred or so posts backlog. I did my best to read as many as I could. I either starred them or commented on them. I read and read. With each post my comments became more and more thoughtful. With each comment I retrieved the urge to write again.

I don’t know how much power this post is going to have. I have no idea about how you, as a reader will see me after this post. I just want to get back into writing.

I recently tried getting into the Internship Story Contest by Internshala.com.  Don’t know how that will turn out.

I want to write more. I want to participate in more contests, grab as many chances I can to be able to be empathic again.

I’ll take pain. But I want this gain back.

Let’s see what others have written:
http://yougottawrite.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/its-all-in-our-heads/
http://randomactsofsnark.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/pains-and-gains/
http://vmtranblog.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/daily-prompt-pains-and-gains/
http://jesstyt.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/no-pain-no-gain/
http://awlscribe.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/pains-and-gains/
http://myauthoritis.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/pain-free/
http://sayadpoet.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/pains-and-gains-daily-prompt/
http://flashinthepanwritings.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/no-pain-no-gain/
http://neverfinished.net/2014/08/30/slump-busting-at-the-halfway-point/
http://helenmeikle.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/daily-prompt-depends-how-you-look-at-it/
http://katherinewebber.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/pains-and-gains/
http://wileyschmidt.com/2014/08/30/belong-to-your-dreams/
http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/the-voyagers/
http://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/have-to-and-get-to/
http://shyspark.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/hardship-versus-hard-work/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/on-childbirth/
http://endeavoury.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/pains-and-gains/
http://lewellynhughes.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/pains-and-gains/
http://kansamuse.me/2014/08/30/no-pain-no-gain-that-is-the-question/
http://adjustingyourfocus.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/making-room-for-courage/
http://rodgersthat.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/daily-prompt-no-pain-no-gain/
http://insach21site.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/flying-without-falling/
http://willowscottling.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/actually-no/
http://tidlidim.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/daily-prompt-pains-and-gains/
http://emo1956.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/define-greatness/
i don’t need your rocking chair: daily post
http://mcswhispers.wordpress.com/2013/04/02/on-the-tip-of-a-pointe/
http://myviewonlifeafter65.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/painless-greatness-wp-daily-prompt/
http://designersophisticate.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/that-which-doesnt-kill-you-makes-you-stronger/
PAIN AND GAIN? NO SUBSTITUTE FOR USING YOUR BRAIN
http://dossiersofsbk.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/pains-gains-greatness/
http://tornin2.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/there-has-to-be-pain-to-achieve-greatness/
No gains without pains
http://thedailyblabber.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/reach-our-dreams/
http://januarysdream.com/2014/08/30/wrestling-jacob/
http://agileopedia.com/2014/08/30/no-gains-without-pains/
dialogue
http://joantatley.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/no-pain-more-gain/
http://angelamccauley.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/i-agree-with-the-statement-no-pain-no-gain/
http://cockatooscreeching.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/does-pain-really-equal-gain/
http://geekergosum.com/2014/08/30/pains-and-gains/
http://terry1954.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/pains-and-gains-the-daily-post/
http://pippakinclawz.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/walk-it/
http://tnkerr.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/daily-prompt-pains-and-gains/
http://csaravg.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/no-pain-no-gain/
http://preciousjalisa.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/thorn-removed-a-journal-entry/
http://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/double-double-toil-and-trouble/
http://joatmon14.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/no-pain-no-change/
Daily Prompt: Pains and Gains – I have plenty of pains, where are the gains?
http://corinthialynne.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/daily-prompts-pains-and-gains/
http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/you-can-see-the-summit-but/
http://runtrading.com/2014/08/30/pains-and-gains-in-trading/
http://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/daily-prompt-pains-and-gains/
gr8 formuLa
http://thewriteweb.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/my-pain-is-my-gain-therefore-i-live/
http://fibercompulsion.com/2014/08/30/pains-and-gains-no-not-jane-fonda/
http://jaynesdailypost.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/pains-and-gains/
http://flippyzipflop.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/pain-is-my-teacher/
http://cxianliu.wordpress.com/2014/04/14/realization/
http://milambc.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/bleed-to-succeed/
Pains and Gains: Fly light
http://seikaiha.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/daily-prompt-only-pain/
http://valprehension.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/brief-thought-applying-no-pain-no-gain-to-blogging/
http://hobilari.com/2014/08/30/how-to-grow-my-audience-its-a-pains-and-gains/
A Satisficer I am not: No pain, No Gain indeed
http://laughagain.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/experience-makes-you-stronger/
http://helenccsmith.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/daily-post-pains-and-gains/

No Pain, No Gain


http://quotosphere.wordpress.com/2014/08/26/37/
http://shesrambling.com/2014/08/30/pain-is-not-always-physical/
http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/really/
http://badosto.wordpress.com/2009/04/05/pain-and-balance/
http://sugarcoatingsince91.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/no-pain-no-gain/
http://kevinsunny.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/try-try-again/
http://davidfetzer6271951.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/pains-and-gains/
http://dancingtotherain.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/no-pain-no-gain/
http://vexingpoint.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/daily-prompt-pains-and-gains/
http://itsmatthewburgos.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/sliced-skin-daily-prompt/
http://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/pain-and-gain/
http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/with-gain-comes-pain/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/where-to/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/looking-for-you/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/skyping-long-after-midnight-and-4-margaritas/

7 Seals – a personal Matter


http://caliten.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/pain-and-gain/
http://glowingcoatofawareness.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/challenges-yield-personal-power/
http://sweetykannoth.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/no-pain-no-gain/

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

You Did it!!


I should be angry. Disappointed. Maybe even depressed somewhat.

I honestly expected myself to be. For what I got. I got less than what I got the last term. But I’m not.

I’m surprised at this too!

In fact I feel relaxed and tranquil. A month long trepidation and suspense is over. I finally now have my grades.

And as I sit in train, writing this post with a huge grin on my face I can see fellow commuters looking at me as if I have gone mad.

I’m happy. I don’t feel even a speck of disappointment. And it gets better.

My friends got such nice grades!

The friend who I study with, who put in so much efforts into this exams, has got so good. She stands just beside me on the scores. Another friend who I have always competed in grades has the same grades as I do. She just told me a couple of days ago she wanted such grades. She got it. My best friend scored more than me! Such meteoric progress! That bastard!!

In fact, all of the class got better. All of them deserve a full hearted cordial congrats!

I was always the competitive type. I always said, I’ll get more marks next time. Never liked being outstripped. Always a race.

Today isn’t one of those days. Today I find myself so happy for their feats. They did it. They deserved it. I’m not gonna go the next day and say to them ‘I’ll get more the next exam!’. In fact I won’t mind the next time they get more.

Never thought I’ll be so glad to see others achieve more.

It felt so good to achieve something last term!. It feels a thousand times better when all those who I call friends achieve what they want and more.

Maybe I’m learning what friendship is finally.

Congrats to all my classmates who are reading this!

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Wrinkles


(New Wrinkles

You wake up one day and realize you’re ten years older than you were the previous night. Beyond the initial shock, how does this development change your life plans?)

Ten years a night;

A week’s lifetime.

Midnight stroll,

Weather’s cold.

Would hardly sleep,

To feel time slip.

There would be no Too much Time,

Seconds worth more than thousand dimes.

Nothing left for the morrow,

No time for sorrow,

No time for regrets.

Feel the death rushing at the weekend,

And not able to stop time’s gallop towards our end.

Will we still worry?

Live our life in a hurry?

Let’s see what others have written:
http://wporterxblog.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/342/
http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/another-day/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/if-ever/
http://vexingpoint.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/daily-prompt-new-wrinkles-i-see-an-opportunity/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/depth/
http://guthonestfaith.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/bizarro-world/
http://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/zipping-into-the-future/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/where-the-heart-truly-is/
http://shiradventurist.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/struggle-wrinkles/
http://underthemonkeytree.com/2014/08/11/ten-years-big-deal/
http://zainabjavid.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/let-time-stand-still/
http://onemanversustheworld.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/it-will-be-what-it-will-be/
http://whatwouldkirstieallsopdo.wordpress.com/2014/01/09/the-student/
Fly like an eagle: Soar and land with grace
http://davidfetzer6271951.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/new-wrinkles/
http://hopethehappyhugger.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/balance-the-odds/
http://ambitiousdrifter.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/but-no-wiser/
http://dailymusing57.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/new-wrinkles/
http://mjamesjackson.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/what-are-plans/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/what-we-have-yet-to-learn/
http://epentesi.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/thirty-five/
http://tnkerr.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/daily-prompt-new-wrinkles/
http://flippyzipflop.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/still-younger-than-my-boyfriend/
http://pippakinclawz.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/daily-post-new-wrinkles
http://tyrocharm.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/to-whom-it-may-concern/
http://charronschatter.com/2014/08/11/10-years-have-got-behind-u/
New Wrinkles: Daily Shock
http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/that-scary-day/
http://stuffmydogtaughtme.com/2014/08/11/helen-mirren-wrinkle/
http://moosha23.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/new-wrinkles/
http://fibercompulsion.com/2014/08/11/no-time/
http://risingrave28.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/a-dream-of-old-age/
http://monicleblog.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/too-old-to-party-too-young-to-die/
http://wriculent.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/just-living-on/
http://turboblaze09.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/no-wrinkles-no-studies/
http://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/what-on-earth/
http://terry1954.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/new-wrinkles/
http://daringtodream92.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/new-wrinkles-new-perspective/
http://theflowersofmymind.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/holy-shit-i-need-to-do-stuff/
http://thoughtsofawanderlustmermaid.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/im-freakin-33/
http://seikaiha.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/1127/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/wrinkle/
WELCOME BACK, RIP VAN WRINKLE
http://kartikkotian.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/growing-old/
http://thedespicablehuntress.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/the-daily-post-new-wrinkles/
http://shiradventurist.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/jungle/
http://thedespicablehuntress.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/the-daily-post-new-wrinkles/
http://onmyfrontporch.com/2014/08/11/7731/
http://joantatley.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/the-wish-to-spit-at-the-mirror/

Sharpen one another


http://badosto.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/daily-prompt-new-wrinkles/
http://jaynesdailypost.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/new-wrinkles/
http://yzhengblog.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/the-shock-in-10-years/
http://siapositive.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/the-new-rising-2024/
http://lifeisgreat0.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/so-sad-2/
http://meaningunfolding.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/new-wrinkles-ouch/
http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/dont-want-a-change/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/ten-years-from-today/
Praise
http://seriouslyjustsayingdotcom.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/new-wrinkles-and-prunes/
http://gjrblogger04.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/dp-new-wrinkles-an-odyssey/
http://writingpromptsforrookiewriters.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/the-daily-posts-daily-prompt-new-wrinkles/
http://turquoisenoises.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/old/
http://soulnspiritblog.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/an-open-letter-to-a-wrinkle/
http://nitinnair.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/ten-years-what-the-hell/
http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/heaven/
http://ivymosquito.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/this-is-my-answer/
http://mydailyminefield.com/2014/08/11/i-want-it-back-now/
http://katefrazerwrites.com/2014/08/11/daily-prompt-new-wrinkles/
http://jessiebardell.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/new-wrinkles-and-a-young-life/
http://insach21site.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/new-wrinkles/
http://forgottencorrespondence.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/chaotic-renaissance-the-14th-of-july-2001-orange-city-iowa/
http://barefootnpregnant.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/1522/
http://wanderingideasoflife.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/what-a-difference-a-day-can-make/
Ten Years in One Night
http://catscoffeelifeatrandom.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/day-2-plus-daily-prompt/
http://robertjepson.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/transmutation-flash-sci-fi/
http://mariesmemoirs14.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/life-is-a-vapor/
http://joatmon14.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/it-happened-to-me/
http://adayinthelifeofana.com/2014/08/12/a-few-more-wrinkles/
http://scrapydo.wordpress.com/2014/08/12/new-wrinkles-the-daily-post/

Artistic Vision Pgh Focuses on Eye Health of Local Artists


http://thegadabouttown.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/daily-prompt-king-for-a-day/
http://suejutakeshi.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/sweet-dreams-or-a-beautiful-nightmare/
http://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/when-im-sixty-four/
http://mindfuldigressions.com/2014/08/11/i-aint-dead-yet/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/dear-robin-williams/

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

The Other Species


( Not Lemonade

When life gives you lemons… make something else. Tell us about a time you used an object or resolved a tricky situation in an unorthodox way.)

(Not a tricky situation, but I found some relation to the post I was writing so I submitted anyway)

Women.

I’m not going to say that I am some expert, in fact it is the complete opposite of it.

If I talk about the different women in my life, I’ll probably never finish this post. Not because I know so many, it is because they are so complex that I won’t be able to pen down one point. So I’ll probably stick this posts to the main and vital ones.

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First and obviously, my mom. And yes, after living with her for twenty years I still can’t foresee when she will break down and cry rivers. Sometimes I could get it, but most of the times it is ‘let’s see how it goes’. And what’s worse is when she says ‘okay’.

Example, I say I’m going to my friend’s and she says okay. I know I am in trouble. Extent of the trouble I’ll find out later. And all at once.

But she is my Mom and still comparatively easy to understand. I know she cares about me, and most of her actions are still based on that affection. And it is adorable so I never say a word. She is best mom ever!

Now let’s talk about women/girls of my age. It wasn’t always difficult picking up conversation with them when I was tiny.

Then they decided to hit puberty and well grow things.

In summation, my school and junior college went with as limited interaction with girls. Only Hi! And usual assignments.

Cut to present day. I am in a class whose sex ratio is like 3 girls to 1 guy. Seclusion won’t work, and honestly I didn’t want to either. I wanted to talk, get involved because I felt I was missing out.

To paraphrase a friend, I not only speak now, I speak a lot! Somehow the awkwardness around girls, stammering and shyness reduced.

But that doesn’t mean everything’s okay.

I have a teacher who could not give one lecture without passing a jibe at me. Literally she made me a joke in class (no she isn’t ragging me!)

And the girls!

They are so so so so confusing. Seriously. I know they are as confused as I am, and I shouldn’t be so harsh in judging them. But sometimes it is like they are from another species. So frustrating it gets!

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One moment they are all so nice and saccharine, next I feel their animosity towards me that I get an urge to go and hide under some rock. I am seriously afraid that one day one of them will stab me.

Friends for one day, next they say they aren’t talking to me anymore. Random reasons to pick fights. I Didn’t tell her to join me when I ate, ‘Don’t talk to me anymore’. Or the latest, ‘You are gonna forget me anyway’.

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What did I do? I find the most complex maths problems easier. Studies is easier. Talking to bunch of guys is way easier.

And talk between guys is fixed, either sports or end up telling how hot the girl passing by is. No offense girls. Men will be men.

But somehow I managed. Today I don’t stammer whenever I talk to a girl. Their erratic behavior is somehow amiable, in certain girls cute too. And they know something about listening.

A friend who I judged incorrectly in the beginning turned out to be the best friend I could have asked for.

Another girl who I befriended is complete opposite of me. I still don’t get how we end up being friends. Ended up among the leftovers and made a presentation group. Talking to her is so easy. If I could go back two years and help her, I will.

The main reason I am writing this post is that I found out that I can’t say no to girls. Logic goes completely out of the window when they ask for help. And they know just how to ask. Puppy faced, slightly tensed visage.

It isn’t possible. I agreed to stupid thing for which a guy is teasing me to death. Not exactly a stupid thing, just headlong. Should have given it more thought. But she really needed my help and I couldn’t say no. And my help paid off, I got repaid and now no harm done.

Try saying no! I dare you!

This isn’t a big tricky situation like so many others may be facing.  But I wanted to share anyway.

(Girls of my class if you are reading this, just because I can not say no doesn’t mean I am going to say yes. I learned that trick!)

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Let’s see what other have written:
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/edifice/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/08/03/brave/
http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/bad-drink/
http://kosheradobo.com/2013/12/15/how-a-dirty-joke-saved-my-green-card/
http://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/lemonade/
http://vexingpoint.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/daily-prompt-not-lemonade/
http://gabicringus.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/not-lemonade/
http://guthonestfaith.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/yo-mama/
http://shiradventurist.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/just-cry-it-out/
http://livingbreathingbeing.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/when-life-give-you-lemons-no-no-i-wont-make-lemonade/
http://mcswhispers.wordpress.com/2014/04/10/wake-up-and-smell-the-lemons/
http://flippyzipflop.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/1071/
http://kate0murray.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/once-upon-a-time/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/compulsion-to-rhyme-all-the-time/
http://wanderingideasoflife.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/stinkin-thinking/
http://risingrave28.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/the-comeback/
http://jaynesdailypost.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/not-lemonade/
http://laughagain.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/thank-you-steven-soderbergh/
http://mindsoffollowers.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/conflict-management-helps-to-make-lemonade-out-of-lemons/
http://breakingbadness.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/the-daily-prompt-not-lemonade/
http://wriculent.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/not-another-unorthodox-story/
http://msbstories.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/the-blunt-object-of-compassion/
http://loisajay1213.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/daily-prompt-not-lemonade/
http://yzhengblog.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/getting-lost/
http://joatmon14.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/when-life-gives-you-a-friend/
http://pippakinclawz.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/3291/
READING THE BOOK OF ALL-ANSWERS
http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/tale-of-a-stepmom/
http://meaningunfolding.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/not-lemonade-acceptance-the-route-to-ease/
http://thereluctantbaptist.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/and-the-babies-lived/
Turning a Meltdown into Songfest 🙂
http://guidetogettinglost.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/how-to-avoid-trouble-while-traveling-abroad/
http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/lemons-are-not-always-lemons/
http://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/curtains-and-clothes/
http://deanbowman.co/2014/08/09/paper-august/
http://perfectpubquiz.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/theres-something-about-terry/
http://ifollowislands.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/guinea-pig-on-the-road-no-lemons/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/wordless-crushed-but-never-broken/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/true-strength-begins-with/
http://stepstimestwo.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/lemonade-with-a-twist/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/support-hose-incident-debriefing/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/support-hose-incident-debriefing/
http://griefhappens.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/sometimes-you-have-to-make-things-happen/
http://fibercompulsion.com/2014/08/09/not-lemonade/
http://siapositive.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/taste-the-lemons/
http://griefhappens.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/talesfromtheteenyears/
http://photofaithchallenge.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/more-than-i-deserve/
http://fieldofthorns.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/loss-objectified/
http://greyzr.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/stranded/
http://theshotgungirls.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/the-hungry-calf/
http://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/finding-the-hidden-good-in-lemons/
http://withafrenchmaidfetishwhilstmusing.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/have-kitchen-will-travel/
http://thisonpurpose.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/a-lemon-of-a-class/
http://thegadabouttown.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/daily-prompt-born-at-the-right-time/
http://thisonpurpose.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/a-lemon-of-a-class/
http://wileyschmidt.com/2014/08/09/an-open-letter-to-the-haters/
Not Lemonade: Have some!
http://sienawritesthings.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/not-lemonade/
http://no1muzzy.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/brown-chook-v-black-puppy-2/

Take What You Get..


In the recent years, there have been hospital visits for my family.

My dad had an kidney stone operation some two years back. My mom had to remove her appendix a year ago. My big brother too was in the hospital for a week because of a chest infection.

Now too my dad is undergoing a dental procedure. My mom is showing early signs of arthritis. My brother is well, he is the same idiot he was.

So whenever they undergo some procedure, they call me.

They have to get an X ray done, they ask me why should they. Or what may be the alternative to a certain procedure. And I tell them in elucidate details.

I know I have ranted and whined about there may be no good employment for me in the coming future. I don’t know where my life is going. I don’t know if I could pursue further studies or not. I can’t possibly predict what is going to happen.

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It isn't easy

And to start thinking about, fretting about what may happen and what may go dire; it is gruelling. There is prophetic way.

Not to mention, my nerves are all jarred and the anxiety is too much to bear. My results are yet to be revealed, while most of my friends who study in different branches have already received their scores. The trepidation is killing me.

I have my impending exams to study for, I worry more than once in a day about how am I going to survive in the world when I find myself struggling in college. Other than this blog, even communication with my best friends is difficult for me. No clue about what to do after college, no clue what to do in college!

If you think I am forlorn about this, then no, I am not. I am actually laughing to have a written the same list of worries here from my brain. And for the first time, these concerns no longer concern me.

Back to the scene at my home then.

With the way my parents ask me about all medical technicalities these days. More often than not, I find myself describing in length the different mechanisms and working of these procedures or the way their body works. I do have the knowledge, though I am no doctor but I do more learned here than my family.

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And they never understand a word that I utter. No matter in how simple I make it sound. They never do! And yet each time I find them agape.

They can’t understand it, I know. They have done their degrees in commerce while I am yet the only (imminent) technical degree holder in the house. I can’t understand either when they start talking about accounts and taxes.

But I absolutely cherish those moments. To amaze my family with my ken. To find the same pride in their faces that was lost somewhere when I grew up.

The concerns in my life aren’t going away. I may still end up in some underprivileged employment where I cannot tap my caliber. Or in some foreign university where the scene may be worse than what I face here. Or something else may go wrong.

But today I find myself proud and immune to those concerns. I am happy with what I am accomplishing at home. The small happiness and pride in what I do. In what I love.

And maybe that’s what I should seek.
Why look for the monumental felicity when you find yourself facing ephemeral joy.

You take what you can get right?

(Sometimes I find my dog too staring at me in awe!)

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Tranquility


Today was pretty much normal. Aside from the fact that we had to present our engineering projects to the professors, yeah it was normal.

The project was approved, officially. And then we went to lunch. And lunch isn’t the commonplace restaurant like McDonald or KFC. We went to a shabby dhabba kind of place.

For its Misal Pav.

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Misal Pav

I used to eat there when I used to practice my street play in college. I knew, a few of my friends knew it. All heard about it from me, of course. The food there was long overdue. I loved eating there, so did a few.

It was kind of fun to enter a small stall and ask seats for ten people. They had to array their customers around to make space for all of us.

We ate.

We laughed.

One got scared of a small cute black kitten.

We laughed again.

And again.

It is a memorable day in itself for me. Possibly the best I have had in a week or so. No worries, just favourite food and congenial company.

But the day got better for me after it.

I am not a atheist. I am not a believer either. I don’t know what I believe in, but it may have its roots in fatalism.

Temples are not for me. All the carillon ringing is never amiable. But I always adored Sikh temples or Gurudwalas.

Ever been to one? No? Then I highly recommend you to go there. It is like unparalleled.

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Sikh Temple

Doesn’t matter when I go, with whom I go, it is the place that imbues peace to me. The Tranquility there is always surreal.

I could never shut my mind. There is always something that my brain keeps processing (Engineers will laugh at this!) A moment of quiet for me? Absurd.

Today I got it. The ten minutes there, I just looked. My mind didn’t even dare whisper a thought. For once, I was at the place where I stood. My mind didn’t take a trip down the memory lane.

And I relish those ten minutes profoundly.

I could hear my own heartbeat. Listen to the ceiling fan spin, cutting the air.

Whenever I visit Sikh temples, I never know what to do. But my subconscious does. Most of the time it is like I have lost control of my limbs, and my subconscious drives me. The number of times I prostrate myself, how much time should I bow my head. It is never a decision, it is autonomous.

So definitely I enjoyed the lunch. But the temple’s quietude I will not let go.

As I write this post, there is a peace in me that I never feel, and now I am basked in it

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Who Made You?


(Handmade Tales

Automation has made it possible to produce so many objects — from bread to shoes — without the intervention of human hands (assuming that pressing a button doesn’t count). What things do you still prefer in their traditional, handmade version?)

Fiction:

The huge metal exoskeleton looked at him. His red LED eyes could be surmised at being bloodshot. And his gargantuan arms had lifted a SUV off the ground. The internal mechanisms of the automation seemed to sound more and more like ragged breaths. Andrew gulped.

And as suddenly as that the automation went inanimate. The SUV still lifted off the ground by at least ten feet, the automation turned off. Andrew was confused. The automation shouldn’t be turned off now, not when another needs to go below the SUV and repair it.

“Heinous things aren’t these” Shawn called from behind him.

Andrew turned and greeted his childhood friend, who as of now was his boss too. But who cares, meeting him was always a good feeling.

Shawn continued “If they spend thousands of dollars making these machines can’t they look a little less horrible. I mean look at it, all the cables popping out of his limbs, cables all over him. If you have a figment of my imagination, that looks like a crabbed old man. Um wait, it also looks like your granddad Andrew.”

They both laughed at the similarities between the machine and the loving granddad. Shawn was always like that, he could smell if anyone had any difficulty and would always come to  aid. They both talked for a while and then continued to move towards the cafeteria.

The entire factory was deserted. Most of the workers were on strike, opposite the factory. Strike was simple, stop using machines, it increases their chances of getting a pink slip. A couple of the other issues, unions and certain interested parties also had their motives in the strike. But the main concern was this. Workers are being replaced by machines.

“Say Shawn” Andrew began “How long do you think the strike is gonna go on for?”

“Can’t say. They always go to strike these days. Every issue it seems is solved by strikes. But I don’t think they should be concerned with they getting replaced by machines.”

“Um, we are replacing them aren’t we? That’s what those machines are for?”

“Yeah but they,are forgetting something. Who is gonna make those machines? We are. That’s right, the authorities are so darn impressed by these bots that they are considering building a separate factory just to make that. And then sell the machines of course.”

Andrew couldn’t help but think about Terminator. His face must have shown it because Shawn continued, “You see the bosses are not very keen on mass termination of employees”

Andrew looked sharply at Shawn who snickered a laugh and continued “You aren’t looking at the bigger picture here. The more bigger the neighboring new factory is gonna be, the more employees they are gonna handle. We have employees who are loyal just there, doing nothing. They are great in mechanics and auto machinery. Perfect for new factory.”

Shawn has a point. “After all these machines aren’t here to steal people’s jobs, they are here so that people couldn’t work more. Simple jobs that require the employees only to press buttons.”

“You must have forgotten something. Even if we are turning this town into machines, who makes these machines? Well we do. And as long as the machines are there, there are jobs!”

Andrew was convinced that Shawn was right. More machines, more jobs. After all these autos were nothing but man made creations aren’t they?

(Since I am an engineer, I couldn’t write bad about these automatons. So I just wrote that these machines too are man made!)

Let’s see what others have written:
http://sugarcoatingsince91.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/bread/
http://guthonestfaith.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/the-brave-little-tailor/
http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/time-user/
http://pintsof.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/daily-prompt-handmade-tales
http://wporterxblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/fast-food-is-fantastic/
http://transformsiberia.com/2014/07/30/nosh-some-khuushuur-taste-the-steppe/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/daily-prompt-automation/
http://deanbowman.co/2014/07/31/obscurity
http://zainabjavid.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/hand-skills/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2013/12/22/take-a-break-and-see-the-place-we-truly-call-home/
http://onemanversustheworld.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/married-to-a-friend/
http://wanderingideasoflife.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/divertiti/
http://fibercompulsion.com/2014/07/31/handmade-tales/
http://risingrave28.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/the-story-of-bread/
http://yellowelcamino.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/the-art-of-coffee/
red speck
http://oneseventwentyfourteen.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/committing-technologicide/
http://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/my-favorite-things/
http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/just-one-thing/
While on CIPRO longing for a handmade strawberry daiquiri and mojito
http://dumbifyisnotaword.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/not-blog-10-blogging-before-internet/
http://priyankakanagaraj.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/your-hands-are-your-art-2/
ONE-OF-A-KIND
http://charlieray45.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/leave-my-biscuits-alone/
http://mjamesjackson.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/use-your-hands/
http://wordswewomenwrite.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/a-handmade-tale-the-myths-say-that-the-raven-brought-fire-to-the-people-by-stealing-it-from-the-sun-im-similarly-enlightened-by-the-ravens-and-childre
http://artmoscow.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/naming-the-dog-on-my-plate/
http://seikaiha.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/daily-prompt-handmade-tales-a-confession/

Monochrome Monday: Craft Fair


http://jahnavichintakunta.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade-oh-soooo-sweeeeet/
http://yzhengblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/thick-and-thin-plates/
http://jaynesdailypost.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade-tales/
http://wherevertheheartgoes.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/a-tribute-to-the-good-old-fashioned-maths/
http://senorpez.com/fresh-ground/
http://keyboardpizza.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/home-cooked-history/
http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/romance-novel/
http://mywitchkitchen.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/chocolate-my-guilty-pleasure/
http://mariesmemoirs14.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade-pulls-on-the-heartstrings/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/luddite-within-reason/
Daily Prompt: Handmade Tales – I am Mrs. Do-It-Yourself in person
http://suburbanunwife.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/daily-bread/
http://pippakinclawz.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/3228/
http://psibrone.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/of-snickerdoodles-and-lemon-meringue-pies/
http://livelifeincrescendo.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/homemade-canning/
Rise of the Machines: 3D-Printed Pizza Vs. Handmade Pizza
http://moreactionresearch.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/acting-handmade/
http://themasculinepen.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/daily-post-that-one-handmade-thing/
http://cognitivereflection.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade-tales/

http://theshotgungirls.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/considerately-made-presents-and-pies/
http://joantatley.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/why-do-we-give-in/
http://pollyannapress.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/my-kind-of-bling/
http://kansamuse.me/2014/07/31/hand-made-treasures/
http://agonyandecstacy.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/reading-the-old-fashioned-way/
http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade-tales/
http://joatmon14.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/the-only-way-to-read/
http://basicallybeyondbasic.com/2014/07/31/daily-prompt-handmade-tales/
The lost art of penmanship (writing prompt)
http://stepstimestwo.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade-tales-homemade-mozzarella/
http://musingsofawarmheart.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/amigurumi-2/
http://knsalustro.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/maybe-im-biased-on-this-one-maybe/
http://ava1martini.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/the-show-cover-ukulele-and-guitarlele-version/
http://randommstuffblah.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade/
http://briething.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/good-old-fashioned-words/
http://typosandterseness.com/2014/07/31/a-handmade-pregnancy/
http://allthingscuteandbeautiful.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/daily-prompt-being-handmade/
http://fisundigniuwe.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/what-things-do-you-still-prefer-in-their-traditional-handmade-version/
http://bobbeck1600.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/daily-prompt-handmade-tales/
http://thisonpurpose.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/the-fine-art-of-making-tasty-treats-and-edible-edibles/
http://wriculent.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/non-modern-art/
http://rustyiam.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handy/
http://beatofmydrumx.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/how-can-you-beat-handmade/
http://flippyzipflop.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/986/
http://mindfuldigressions.com/2014/07/31/homemade-or-made-from-scratch/
http://insach21site.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade-tales/
http://goodgollymissmollie94.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/daily-prompt-handmade-tales-from-the-mouth/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/lets-go-back/
http://musingsofawarmheart.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/my-world-of-play-amigurumi/
http://shardsofsilence.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/lobster-love-blogniversary/
http://badosto.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/daily-prompt-handmade-tales/
http://meaningunfolding.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade-tales-kintsugi-and-other-things/
http://meaningunfolding.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade-tales-kintsugi-and-other-things/
http://emotionalfitnesstraining.com/2014/07/31/laugh-play-pray-make-something/
http://silverthreading.com/2014/07/31/prussian-crochet/
http://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/frankenstein-opens-pandoras-box/
http://windywonderings.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/the-sock-story/
http://acmelodyblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/why-i-dont-eat-ice-cream/
http://meowscripture.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/black-magic-vinyl/
http://stuffmydogtaughtme.com/2014/07/31/friendship/
http://myjourneytofindmyself.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/books-vs-the-kindle/
http://epentesi.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/racconti-fatti-a-mano/
http://thisblogneedsatitle.com/2014/07/31/daily-peompt-reading-a-book/
Handmade Gifts of Love
http://stuffenonsense.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/left-foot-right-foot/
http://sienawritesthings.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/handmade-tales/
http://theultimatefundraiser.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/handmade-tales-handcrafted-furniture/
http://purplepeninportland.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/dial-me-a-phone/
http://testmecards.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/learn-science-by-handmade-experiments/
http://legendsoflorata.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/handmade-tales/
http://jaysnaps.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/at-the-show/
http://20somethingrealism.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/daily-prompt-handmade-tales/
http://99problemsanddone.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/made-with-love/
http://fieldofthorns.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/dreams-twilight-a-nyquil-sight/
http://lifeassirli.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/do-it-youself/
http://soulfoood.me/2014/08/01/the-mummification-is-now-complete-love-letters-to-my-son/
http://funnierrevolt.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/handled-letters/
http://writingpromptsforrookiewriters.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/the-daily-posts-prompt-from-yesterday-handmade-tales/
http://laughagain.wordpress.com/2014/08/01/stainless-steel-chef/

Thanks For Reading
Itsmayurremember

Resuscitation


(Back to Life

After an especially long and exhausting drive or flight, a grueling week at work, or a mind-numbing exam period — what’s the one thing you do to feel human again?)

Feel human again? That’s new.

Post exam/stress condition:

My right hand is numb, pains all over the arm. Writing so much has its consequences.

My back is killing me simply because they don’t make benches for tall people(stupid college authorities).

And I can’t think. Numbers are all still floating in my head. And if I start to so much as suppress my mental activity I get reminded of all the mistakes I made in the papers.

Its like my mind telling me to let itself unwind! So I don’t even try to control my mind.

See after my exam is done the next day I always have to, I repeat I HAVE TO watch movies.

It can be either a comedy or action packed movie. Or a simple decent movie that leaves me moved at the end.

But does that make me feel human again? Probably not. Don’t get me wrong, movies do work great. I forget all about my stupid exams(during which I end up being so distraught that I write stuff like these!) And I just enjoy those two hours.

I become enthralled by those movies, even if they are stupid and they don’t make any sense. That’s why after my I exam day I have now a Movie Day. After every single one of my exam. If you are engineering student in Mumbai University you would know how many days we have between exams.

But that’s not the point. They relieve stress, but they don’t exhilarate me.

What then makes me human?

Simple it is the sleep that I get in the train. See I have mentioned before I have an hour or more of travel in the train one way. And while coming home I do always make sure I get a place to sit, listen to songs and just close my eyes. And let the tiredness run its course.

It isn’t perfect, but it is like splashing water to my tired face. Works wonders.

And it is way better than reading books, or watching movies or any other thing. Because it is the only thing my body needs. Reprieve.

Let’s see what others have written:
http://sugarcoatingsince91.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/art/
http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/rest-from-vacation/
http://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/the-collapse/
http://guthonestfaith.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/lounge-sluggard/
http://pintsof.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/daily-prompt-back-to-life/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/away/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/daily-post-back-to-life/
http://onemanversustheworld.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/relax-and-unwind/
http://muddyrivermuse.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/i-go-walking-days-end/
http://livingbreathingbeing.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/daily-post-i-wanted-to-feel-human-i-wanted-to-feel-alive-i-thought-suicide-could-do-this/
http://wanderingideasoflife.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/humane-association/
http://seikaiha.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/daily-prompt-back-to-life/
http://laughagain.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/life-unplugged/
http://musingsofawarmheart.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/somewhere-over-the-rainbow/
http://risingrave28.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/1562/
http://kosheradobo.com/2013/10/10/taking-off-my-shoes/
http://mauldinfamily1.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/daily-prompt-back-to-life/
http://kaapitimes.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life-after-work/
http://bobbeck1600.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/daily-prompt-back-to-life/
http://kansamuse.me/2014/07/29/desolate-drives/
http://fibercompulsion.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life/
http://themasculinepen.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/the-daily-post-back-to-life-read-or-go-flying/
http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/unwinding-with-music/
http://hopethehappyhugger.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/life-to-back/
http://meaningunfolding.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life-from-dismemberment-to-re-embodiment-in-two-easy-steps/
http://yzhengblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/the-rhythm-of-life/
http://blainecindy.com/2014/07/29/music-is-the-key/
http://sweattearsanddigitalink.com/2014/04/11/tips-for-freelance-writers/
http://coffeeandtheoffice.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/to-feel-human-i/
Daily Prompt: Back to Life – did I die??
http://develynwymore.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/tired-all-the-time/
http://keyboardpizza.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/worked-hard-game-harder/
http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/hell-on-wings-part-two-parigi/
http://maya0615.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life/
http://cognitivereflection.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life/
http://turquoisenoises.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/how-to-be-human-101/
5 Ways to Unwind After a Stressful Plane Flight
http://pippakinclawz.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/daily-post-back-to-life/
http://traversinglines.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/wake-me-up/
TIME WHORES AND THEIR DAMNED GAMES
http://ivymosquito.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/zzzzzzzzzzzz
http://writingpromptsforrookiewriters.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/the-daily-posts-prompt-back-to-life/
http://writingpromptsforrookiewriters.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/the-daily-posts-prompt-back-to-life/
http://shesramblingaboutstuff.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/how-to-feel-human-7-steps-with-photos/
http://completelydisappear.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life/
http://mjamesjackson.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/resetting/
http://lifeassirli.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/lazy-day/
http://kindlingword.com/2014/06/25/ode-to-joy/
http://no1jenn.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life/
http://lifeisgreat0.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/dolce-far-niente/
http://rustyiam.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/feeling-human/
Como se dice? #dpchallenge #poetry #children
http://thedailyjuniorblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life-what-would-the-therapy-dog-do/
http://thisblogneedsatitle.com/2014/07/29/daily-prompt-watching-some-comedy
http://joycepoggihager.com/2014/07/29/daily-prompt-back-to-life/
http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/first-thing/
http://basicallybeyondbasic.com/2014/07/29/daily-prompt-back-to-life/
http://alienorajt.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life/
http://avatarofmrbean.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/synergy-and-energy/
Force myself to relax and then hit the ongoing fast-paced merry-go-round
Revive, rejuvenate, or, how I relax (writing prompt)
http://ifollowislands.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/flight-from-hell/
http://thedailyblabber.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/please-pass-the-potatoes/
http://oneseventwentyfourteen.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/go-to-my-happy-place-aha-thanks-tom/
http://psibrone.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/what-a-day/
http://emotionalfitnesstraining.com/2014/07/29/pray-for-relief/
http://kevinsunny.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/revitalisation/
http://goodgollymissmollie94.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life/
http://normashilpi.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/got-my-life-back/
http://learningneverstops.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life-through-exercise/
http://rockportshirl.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/write-with-your-heart/
http://soulfoood.me/2014/07/29/the-taboo-of-being-too-human/
http://fieldofthorns.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/path/
http://ungiornonellavita.com/2014/07/29/daily-prompt-back-to-life/
http://willowscottling.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/bring-me-to-life/
http://preciousjalisa.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/coming-undone/
http://thisonpurpose.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/the-profession-that-makes-one-batty/
http://treasuraa.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life-pet-therapy/
http://senorpez.com/resurrection-by-chords/
http://kimaedwards.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life-from-solitude/
http://theultimatefundraiser.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life-into-the-arms-of-music/
http://pigeoneyeball.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/that-feels-much-better/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/after-work/
http://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/normal-whats-that-2/
http://djgarcia94.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/krash/
http://thatgirlfromfriday.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/on-feeling-productive-and-the-need-for-weekends/
http://creativestoryline.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/refresh/
http://ascribetodescribe.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/back-to-life-read-to-write/
http://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/recuperating-from-stress-or-exhaustion/
http://abbiesbabble.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/in-my-own-head/
http://thedaily400.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/wash-cloth/
http://jaynesdailypost.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/back-to-life/
http://99problemsanddone.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/back-to-life-back-to-reality/
Back to Life: Unwinding
http://thegadabouttown.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/daily-post-stress-is-a-six-letter-word-so-is-human/
Post A Day: Back to Life
http://patcoyle53.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/staying-in-focus-daily-prompt-back-to-life-let-s-be-real/
http://sienawritesthings.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/back-to-life/
http://pickedlastingymclass.com/2014/07/29/how-do-you-feel-human-again/
http://osuzyquilts.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/cleanse-your-aura/
http://tnkerr.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/daily-prompt-back-to-life/
http://asword684.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/take-me-away/
http://testmecards.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/sit-on-the-couch-and-rest/
http://siapositive.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/back-to-life/
http://helenmeikle.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/daily-prompt-no-brainer/
http://l5gn.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/the-kiss-of-life-back-to-life-the-daily-post/
http://funnierrevolt.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/but-i-need-that-one-thing/
http://psmithak.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/a-way-to-unwind/
http://weedytan.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/brainstorming-and-brainwriting/
http://niquelektra.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/human-again/
http://ledrakenoir.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/the-almost-naked-truth/
http://frenchtouchincebu.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/back-to-life-right-after-my-nap/

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Age is


(DAILY PROMPT

Age-Old Questions

“Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?)

I’m a twenty years old kid. Yes I still am a kid. Just because I crossed the threshold of eighteen doesn’t change it. Neither does the fact that I have just progressed into my twenty’s.

I am still a kid.

And that is the thing about age. It is just a number.

I am here talking in general about people aged between adolescence and retirement.

Let me explain that.

Age doesn’t guarantee respect. And that coming from an Indian is a contradiction. Indian culture a founding stone in respecting elders. But I hardly see that. Sure we append ji as suffix to them when we converse, but it doesn’t mean respect.

I believe we live in a world that is adamant to the idea, “You want my respect, you have to earn it”. Wonder whatever happened to “Give respect first and then receive respect”.

Next important thing, age doesn’t mean experience. Experience isn’t something that gets cumulated by age. It is accumulated by what all you do in that age/time spent.

Age doesn’t give you maturity, and increasing age doesn’t take away your jovial nature.

Yes, experience is by what YOU do with the time spent. It is your choice! And respect is also at the end is still your choice!

So if I may conclude I’ll say this, age doesn’t mean anything, it is just a contributing factor. It is at the end your choices that decide things.

So age is just a number. That increases without any control.

You are as young as you want to be.

Let’s see what others have written:
http://wporterxblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/how-old-am-i-again-oh-yeah/
http://davidfetzer6271951.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-old-questions/
http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/big-number/
http://sugarcoatingsince91.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-a-convenient-concept/
http://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/justification/
http://dcmontreal.wordpress.com/2014/06/05/today-i-am-my-fathers-age/
http://seikaiha.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/daily-prompt-age-old-questions/
http://pintsof.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/daily-prompt-age-old-questions/
http://livingbreathingbeing.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/daily-post-age-not-just-a-number-but-an-achievement/
http://wanderingideasoflife.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/the-candle-burns/
http://ajvalliant.com/2014/07/27/essentially-forty/
http://omasuino.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/whats-my-age-again/
http://kosheradobo.com/2014/02/08/accidentally-aging/
http://lxylb.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/what-age-is/
http://zainabjavid.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/as-old-as-you-feel/
http://pippakinclawz.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/daily-post-age-old-question/
http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/scared-of-getting-older/
http://jaynesdailypost.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-old-questions/
http://dumbifyisnotaword.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/not-blog-8-cause-8-is-great/
http://mywitchkitchen.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/the-invisible-gift/
http://alienorajt.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/dancing-with-ex-pupils/
http://moosha23.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-old-questions/
http://shesramblingaboutstuff.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/just-a-number-i-care-about/
http://stepstimestwo.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/she-knows/
http://risingrave28.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/la-la-la-la/
http://aerretha.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/bunch-of-numbers-actually/
http://monicleblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/daily-prompt-sixty-one-applause/
http://swarasa.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/thirty-forty-fifty-and-beyond/
http://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/shut-up-about-it/
http://thoughtsofajunkiemisfit.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-defying/
http://basicallybeyondbasic.com/2014/07/27/daily-prompt-age-old-questions/
http://activearmywife.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/my-numbers/
WHICH NUMBER IS AGE?
http://rouladen.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/im-not-to-my-ideal-age-yet/
http://ifollowislands.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/aging-without-social-preconceptions-and-prejudice/
http://yzhengblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-the-indicator-of-time/
http://layloushti.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/i-just-turned/
http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/6238/
Daily Prompt: Age-Old Questions – The Golden Oldie strikes again
Daily Prompt: Old as Dirt
http://jedsplayhouse.com/2014/07/27/what-me-old-never/
http://samhitarhodes.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/the-alive-and-the-grateful/
http://blainecindy.com/2014/07/27/age-is-a-work-of-art/
http://josephrathjen.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/5-ways-to-convince-yourself-and-others-that-you-are-still-young/
http://mauldinfamily1.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/daily-prompt-age-old-questions/
http://angelocrux.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/why-i-climb-mountains/
http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-doesnt-matter/
http://mindfuldigressions.com/2014/07/27/its-all-about-senior-discounts/
http://finaletoanentrance.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/2186/
http://kate0murray.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/i-lost-a-year/
http://dlrjournal.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-really-is-just-a-number/
http://fibercompulsion.com/2014/07/27/age-a-period-of-time/
http://lourdesmint.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/day-66ish-daily-prompt-act-your-age-mama-not-your-shoe-size-prince/
http://lifeassirli.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-is-just-a-number-kinda/
http://janeydoe57.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/im-how-old/
http://develynwymore.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/a-case-for-yolo/
http://livelifeincrescendo.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-not-a-number/
http://normashilpi.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-and-life/
http://shardsofsilence.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/the-secret/
http://dailymusing57.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-is-just-a-number/
http://whoison1st.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/grizzly-adams-and-eves/
Worn
http://medlefn.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-for-the-ages/
http://justlikenooneelse.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/daily-prompt-age-old-questions/
http://authornicholascatron.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/a-question-of-age/
http://willowscottling.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/whats-that-about-age-again/
http://virallyyours.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-old-questions/
http://katcarpita.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/the-best-is-yet-to-come/
http://thisblogneedsatitle.com/2014/07/27/daily-prompt-age-old-questions/
Musings on age (writing prompt)
http://ripplesnreflectiontimes.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/the-best-is-yet-to-be/
http://pieniajaristyksia.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/i-am-not-a-number-i-am-a-free-man/
http://daniellejkoon.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/blog-post-post-a-day-ageold-questions/
http://emotionalfitnesstraining.com/2014/07/27/growing-old-i-hope-so-alternative-uncertain/
http://eatlesssugaryouresweetenough.com/2014/07/27/elle-macpherson-mango-sorbet/
http://bluejbluej.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/age-matters/
http://joecasta.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/time-makes-fools-of-us-all/
http://jeansayers.com/2014/07/27/age-is-just-a-number-or-is-it/
http://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/been-a-long-time-been-a-long-time-been-a-long-lonely-lonely-lonely-lonely-time/
http://reddoorponderings.com/2014/07/28/the-passage-of-time/
http://traceyupchurch.com/2014/07/27/forty-four-eighty-eight
http://thequotegal.wordpress.com/2014/03/10/age-is-just-a-number-ha-age-is-a-bunch-of-numbers/
http://noririn148.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/daily-prompt-age-old-questions/
http://wordsofavirgo.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/22-2/
http://polyproticamory.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/millennialproblems/
http://acmelodyblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/act-your-age/
Age-Old Questions: Father Time times out?
Always Sixteen
http://thegadabouttown.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/daily-prompt-45-and-me-a-love-story/
http://bluejbluej.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/this-many/
http://musingsofawarmheart.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/that-day-i-turned-thirty/
http://amiewrites74.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/fab-at-40/
http://sienawritesthings.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/age-old-questions/
http://bylrose.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/the-vet-says-my-cat-has-the-body-of-a-6-year-old/
http://maggieliuu.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/100-years/
http://helenmeikle.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/daily-prompt-were-worth-it-wrinkles-and-all/
http://testmecards.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/age-to-me-is-watershed/
http://siapositive.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/age-is-just-a-number-says-the-well-worn-adage-but-is-it-a-number-you-care-about-or-one-you-tend-or-try-to-ignore/
http://laughagain.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/its-how-much-not-how-many/
http://keyboardpizza.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/age-old-questions/
http://thatsmyanswer.com/2014/07/28/daily-prompt-from-wordpress-is-age-just-a-number/

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Turning Tides


Ever had a day where things go bad?

Definitely you must have. And I want you to look back on that day, and see if you agree with me. That a chain of bad things, like everything else, do come to an end.

I haven’t written for a while. I had some dull couple of days. Nothing to talk about. And honestly I guess I wanted a break.

But these two days were enough to make me write something.

Fights suck. I know, had enough if them myself. Thankfully I had none myself now. But I saw others recover from their wounds. Saw others try to help anyway they can. Even if it means trying to arrange a birthday party at the end of the day. But it doesn’t happen in a second. I hope it gets better for my friends.

And I wonder what exactly happens to me in college? It is like as soon as I enter the gates there I discard all sense and maturity. I become a jerk. I speak obscenities, my arrogance knows no bounds. It is like having some multiple personality disorder.

That is a complain that I usually get. And I noticed that it is true. Sadly, I am a different person in college. It is like wearing a mask with which I am so comfortable with I can’t even realize where I feigning starts.

Or maybe me as a person is a haphazard mixture of parts jerk and parts…(I can’t find a word here).

I planned on going for trekking on the Sunday.  And I love treks. It feels so good standing at the peak and look around. Effulgence of vista is breathtaking. But I had to cancel. Yesterday I twisted my leg in the train. That gall decision was the start of today.

And to continue, I just got the worse upbraiding in the three years I have had. Stupid mistake and if you are talking to someone who gives marks, its is better to keep quiet. Endure the heckles, cause things may deteriorate if more words are exchanged. And I can bet on me to exacerbate the scene.

After that I just stormed off. Didn’t say a word to anyone. Plugged in earphones and listened to songs and tried not to recollect the words directed at me. I still recollect them, phrases like what sort of upbringing have I had. I am not going to forget that one.

But like how I began the post about BAD things ending, I meant it. The difficult times in the past, I know it gets better. That time there may not any hope but the path is just ahead of you.

And my shame of making that stupid mistake in college was soon eclipsed.

I got my first check. My intern ship’s payment came through. And irrespective of how my temperament was that time, the message of getting paid brought a smile to my face.

First paycheck!!!!

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