Crazy Me

 

“Ohh…I am afraid of breaking rules.” He said, embracing me tight.

“Ahh…I believe in breaking them.” I said, sealing his lips with mine.

We giggled.

Our giggles echoed in the eerie silence of midnight.

Thank You Stranger

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Suddenly a motor bike came screeching to a halt near my side splashing rain water on my new dress. I was already drenched while waiting for the bus at the bus stop, the winds were hard and the downpour was heavy. It was quarter to nine at night. I had been to my friend’s house for her birthday. The dark clouds were hovering since evening but till the time I left her place, there was no such sign of rain else I would have stayed back…

“Hey, what are you up to? Don’t you have manners?”  I literally shouted at him.

“What happened?”  He replied back casually as if nothing happened. So unmindful he was I thought to myself.

“You splashed waters on me & you are asking me” This time too my pitch was high.

“Sorry, I didn’t do .It was the bike who did the mistake & you are already drenched, it just added a bit more” His casualness ignited my anger.

“So irresponsible you are. It’s your bike.” I mumbled. It was quite late and I was new to this place so I did not want to drag the conversation at this time of the hour that too with a stranger. I grumbled within.

“Hey, are you waiting for someone?” he said

“How does it concern you?” I snapped

“Are you new to this city?” another question.

Was he a question box, idiot. I fumed within.

“Don’t you see I am at the bus stop so naturally waiting for the bus? Please don’t disturb me, do your job. Please leave me alone” I bashed him again.

I was already irritated been fixed on way due to heavy pours and more concerned about my safety. I was new to this city and the news of eve teasing etc. was already taking toll of me, already worried n this guy queries ignited my worries more.

The guy was watching me with utter coolness though I had been so rude with him (a realization sets in when we do it deliberately.) which raised my suspicion & I was alert. The roads were empty and was pouring incessantly. One or two cars or bikes passed but there was no sign of any bus. I was looking hither thither in anxiety.

“See, I’m sure you are new to this place. I am a nice person willing to help you out. At this time of hour in heavy rain, you won’t get a bus. I can drop you if you don’t mind. Don’t feel afraid.” He said with a concern in his tone.

I was totally petrified and confused. It was true that been new to this place, I couldn’t manage myself but how could I trust this unknown guy at an unknown city after hearing or reading so many cases of harassment every now and then. I was stuck in a dilemma n couldn’t think further. I checked time; it was 9:30 pm and I felt my heart pounding. He sensed my anxiety.

“Believe me; I will drop you at your place safely. Don’t overthink it’s already quite late. Rains in Chennai are terrible and soon areas get inundated, it will be difficult for you.” He pacified. He really had the patience what I noticed in between the conversation.

I had no choice but to agree. Tears welled up & I was feeling helpless. With a belief in god, I agreed.

He gave me his wind cheater to cover myself and started the bike asking me to hold the handles tight to balance myself because there might be pot holes on the road. He asked the location where I was staying. I was not keen to share but in this situation, I left all on my God Ganesha hoping that he would save me (may be this guy was his person in disguise to help me out.). I wasn’t god fearing but in this situation, I had pinned all my beliefs on him.

He dropped me safely at my PG in less than twenty minutes and I was lucky to reach safely.

“Thanks a lot” I said simply though my heart n mind thanked him profusely to come as a savior, really it was a big thing to reach my place safe at this odd time. I thanked my stars too.

As I turned to return the windcheater, I was astounded by his amazing demeanour, protruding eyes, prominent nose, broad shoulders n ruffled hair and rain dropping from his hair to his face stole my heart. In this one hour for the first time I saw him directly into him & my heart quipped. For seconds, I was lost in my thoughts.

“Bye.” He said & started off his bike and accelerated in full speed again splashing waters on my dress but this time I wasn’t angry. I smiled to myself and rushed inside.

The memory of this short meeting still pops up in my mind often and I secretly wish to meet this guy, but the irony of this meeting was, we brushed, we chided but we did not ask about each other nor exchanged numbers.

I am really thankful to the stranger who helped me on that fateful night and safely dropped me at my place… Still there are good people on this earth and because of few idiots, we distrust all. Really I was thankful to this guy n his magical ways had cast a spell on me.

Whenever, the musical pitter-patter strums, my heart beats for him and a desire soars to search him but where…Thank you Stranger…hoping to meet him someday if it is destined.

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

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बरसात #Poetry

लटें भींगी                                      

तन भी भींगा
आनंद ले रहे
थे
कपङे उनके तन के
जो चिपकी जा
रही थी
आनंदित हो
आहलाहित हो

उनके तन के
खुश्बू से।।

मैं भी कहाँ
शरीफ?
खिङकियों के ओट
से
नजर टिकी
थी मेरी
उन पर
जिनकी हर कोशिश
अपने आप को
सिमटने की 
हो रही थी
नाकाम।।
हाथ में लिए
दो प्याली चाय
करी हमने मिन्नतें बहुत
पी ले, हमारी
हाथों की
चाय
ठण्ड छू मंतर
हो जायेगा
तन में काबू
आ जाएगा।।
© इला वर्मा 26-06-2016

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’



Six Degrees – Book Review

 

Title- Six Degrees –Game of Blogs

Author – Various (Teamwork)

Paperback: 422 pages

Publisher: Blogadda.com/Leadstart Publishing; First edition (27 October 2015)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 9352013891

ISBN-13: 978-9352013890

Price – INR 349

My Rating – 4/5

I am a voracious reader and am in constant look to read more and more and been a blogger, I am always on a lookout for the new discoveries in the field of creativity dominating the world of writings. It satiates my hunger of reading and writing.

I received the complimentary copy of Six Degrees, Game of Blog from Blogadda under the book review program and it gave me an opportunity to present my honest opinion about the collaboration of authors from different streams.
In the beginning, when I came to know that about 300 bloggers have helped to strew these three stories, I was a bit reluctant. But once I started, there was no looking back till I finished.

The book Six Degrees, Game of Blog by Blogadda is quite unique and innovative way to bring authors from different stride to stand and unite to unravel three unique stories. The teamwork is praiseworthy and I love the efforts of Blogadda.

So, in one book, you get an opportunity to read the three components and it leaves you thrilled. There are few flaws but it can be overlooked seeing the passion of the contributors of the blogging world, who have made Six Degrees, Game of Blog, a successful read.

The most commendable thing about this book is that throughout the three different stories series, the five characters are the same and the basic characters holds the same characteristics in all the three stories.

I believe you must be interested to know about the portrayed characters and its worth to get introduced to them.

 

  • Shekhar Dutta is a stay at home Dad and a freelancer writer.

 

  • Tara Dutta is the breadwinner of the family, the dashing, ambitious and busy media personnel whose priority is her job and family and she is doing well in job.

 

  • Roohi Dutta is a nine year old daughter of the Dutta’s and quite smart and amicable unlike her age.

 

  • Cyrus is a law student who joins Dutta family in Mumbai and his character is on rapid change in each story.

 

  • Jennifer is a photographer and she continues with her character in all three stories.

 

  • Dr. Aryan Ahuja is a neighbour of Dutta and his personality is on change in each of the stories.

 

The Three Stories are:

  1. The Awakening is a science fiction. It deals with powerful alien who desires to preserve the Earth which is losing its sheen due to negativity around in all spheres. The characters are quite strong and they deliver well. I don’t wish to go into the details rather I would request the people to take time out and do read for yourself. You will be mesmerized with the descriptions and would appreciate my choice…I am pretty sure.

 

  1. Entangled Lives is a murder & mystery which goes unsolved till the end. It is quite intriguing and I liked the strong character portrayed of Police officer Jawa who takes on his power to solve and leaves no stone unturned to solve the murder of the support staff of Tara, who is more like a family member. As name suggests, it entangles the lives of all characters and the way of expression of the author’s team sends a thrill to the readers. The conclusion of the story is abrupt but still it is quite interesting…It’s my take…Do buy and read for yourself.

 

3.  Missing- A Journey is a thriller and it revokes the sentiments of different characters. The main characters of this story is Roohi Dutta & Cyrus. The missing of Roohi bridges the gap of the Dutta couple. Cyrus is a gay and it deals with his life, how people scorn at him, even his family takes a back seat and the saddest part of this story is the rape of Cyrus by his college mates and his sufferings. The bruises on the body goes off with time but the bruised soul remains with him always. The ending is happy but it stirs the readers.

My take: It is a wonderful read and it’s beyond belief that a collaboration of huge number of passionate bloggers can produce such a masterpiece for the audience. Tit bits of errors are there which can be easily rectified by the roving eyes of the Editor.For sure, grab the book and enjoy reading.

6 Degrees is India’s first book published through collaborative blogging, written completely by bloggers for the Game of Blogs activity at BlogAdda.

Know more about Game of Blogs hereYou can buy 6 Degrees: Game of Blogs if you liked the review. 🙂

This review is a part of the biggest Book Review Program for Indian Bloggers. Participate now to get free books!

Review By Ila Varma.

 

Prominent Man in Life

The sight of a Man leaves you with a sigh

His dynamics makes you awe

His proximity gives you strength to endure the odds

No Man on earth matches him

He is the only one male companion

Where you feel safe & secure

He is your pride

Who is He?

The first love of a lady

Her Father, Pa or Dad

However you call

You always try to follow him

Happy Father’s Day To All Fathers.

One day is not enough to celebrate

Why not we take out minutes five from our busy schedule to make him feel the presence of his children around, who are still a toddler in his eyes, how tall you grow, it doesn’t matters, in his eyes, you fit in as a small cute kid… 🙂

A small prayer for My Father, few lines scribbled in his thought.

On This Day
I just Pray
May God Bless my Father
Easing his suffering
Adding Smiles, Good Health
Returning Vigour & Brightness on his face
Keeping the sorrows away…Amen

 

 

Man Of My Life – #My Idol My Father





Abhay innate
desire was to be a carbon copy of his Dad, Mr.Rajeev a dashing IPS officer. He
tried to imitate his styles of presenting himself, walking, commanding and
ordering. As a person, Rajeev was a humble and down to earth person but his
official status demanded to maintain a demeanour which was reverse of his true
personality. Boys try to imitate their father in their teens and Abhay a boy of
hardly 14-15 years was no exception. He was so impressed by his personality
that he imitated his styles and in this rat race, he was becoming dominant and
rough in his ways of interaction. This abrupt change in his behaviour in his
mid-teens was a matter of concern for his parents and his mother Aruna could
not digest.
Aruna too was
a mild lady and was well-mannered and watching his son behaving like a rogue
was intolerable.
The height was
one day Abhay’s Dad found him with his service revolver. He was enraged and he
thrashed him severely. Hearing the commotion upstairs, his mother too reached
and she fainted at the sight of revolver in her son’s hand. This was the last
thing that she could expect from her only son.
Rajeev was
mentally perturbed and decided to sit and discuss with his son, why his
behaviour was on rapid change and that too not on right direction. He well knew
that the teenagers are the tough creatures to handle and this physical abuse
will not change him for the good rather the result can worsen the situation and
he needed immediate attention.
Next morning,
he asked Abhay to pack the bags for an outing. Abhay too was perplexed but he
obeyed the orders of his Dad. Aruna too sighted her husband with a questionable
look but did not indulge in questionnaires because she had immense faith in her
husband, Rajeev and she was well-acquainted with his tactics to handle.
Rajeev stopped
the car on the highway, away from the posting town, where none recognised him
as a Police Officer and it was easy for him to be on excursion with his son.
This was their first outing without Aruna at side.
They eased
themselves in a hotel and then they retreated for the restaurant to fill their
tummies and satiate the mind with the queries flaring in both minds…Rajeev
& Abhay.
Abhay could
not understand the purpose of unplanned outing and though he was enjoying the
proximity of his father but he was alarmed too for the bombarding and Rajeev
mind was on windmill…how to discipline Abhay who had started to tread on wrong
path.
Rajeev went
into a trance…down to the memory lane when his father had confronted him
playing marbles with the rustics of the town. His father had beat him black and
blue and locked him in a dark dingy room and he was locked for two days without
food and his mother could not supersede his father’s orders and she too was
without food for whole two days. This beating mended his life’s way forever and
he transformed into a dutiful son and a respectable figure of town and his hard
work and intellect applauded him with cracking Civil Services with a reasonable
rank.
“Good
afternoon Sir…here is the menu card. Order please.” The sudden voice of the
waiter broke his reverie and he returned to present.
He moved the
card towards Abhay and asked him to place the orders as per his choice for both
of them.
Abhay saw his
father with awe but did not spell out anything. He placed the orders for lunch.
“Abhay…why
there is a sudden change in your behaviour, is anything bothering you?” Rajeev
enquired with Abhay.
“Papa, I don’t
think so, please tell me…what are your complains?”
“Beta…I am
finding enormous change in your behaviour, your ways of interactions…you are
becoming rough day by day…don’t you know how dangerous revolver is…how you
dared to touch my service revolver. Don’t you know if any untoward incident
takes place with service revolver, my prestige and power will be at stake? Why
you are down this line?” Finally Rajeev cleared his observations regarding
Abhay.
“Papa…there is
nothing as such. I am a great fan of yours and I want myself to fit in your
shoes…your persona as a Police officer impresses me a lot and I am trying to
imitate your styles in uniform. I was posing with your service revolver…no
other intentions.” Abhay replied.
Rajeev was
stunned with his son’s reply and a lone tear trickled down his cheeks and he
was filled with remorse…guilt of misunderstanding his innocent son.
“Papa, why are
you crying? I am sorry if I have hurt you in any way.” Saying this, he came
near Rajeev and circled him in his small arms, giving a soft peck.
Rajeev took
him in his lap and showered kisses and hugs and it washed the burden of guilt
that he was carrying since more than twenty four hours and he felt quite
relieved.
“Abhay…have
you seen me behaving untoward in my family and friends. I am tough in my job.
If you really wish to imitate me then try to procure strength from me to endure
odds of life and inculcate habit of working hard and one day, you will be on
much better position than I hold today and that day will be the best day of my
life…I have to manage criminals & tricksters so I am tricky and tough but
that’s my artificial enamour dear. The real self is this me that you encounter
every day.”
“Yes Sir…here
is your order…It’s my pleasure to serve you…Welcome…dine and enjoy.” The waiter
interrupted us and laid the table artistically.
“Aruna…there
is nothing to worry…your star is on right path…prepare dinner of our choice, we
will be right there by late night…good bye my love.” Abhay called up Aruna to
deliver the good news that there was nothing to worry.
Abhay and
Rajeev felt relaxed and enjoyed the meal and high five the order placed by his
son.
They packed
their bags and with loud songs played in the Scorpio, Rajeev accelerated to
full speed to return back to Aruna who was waiting for her love, Rajeev and
Abhay.
‘This post is
a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by
BlogAdda.’
 #rediGO #JustLikeDad
Disclaimer: It
is purely fictional & any resemblance to living or dead is just
coincidental.









One Liner Wednesday -#Nature

 

Wish, I could enjoy the caresses of the soft breeze on a full moon day, lying close in the warm embrace of my beloved…a moment of ecstasy.

 

#1linerWeds.

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Limericks Week 24

Once upon a time, fell in love with a mime

Got crazy and wasted a lot of dime

In a short time, I realized the boy

Was dumb and coy

Moved further from committing a crime… 😛

© Ila Varma 13-06-2016

MINDANDLIFEMATTERS

 

 

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