Friday, September 27, 2013

A MOMENT'S MADNESS I jumped. I was not prepared for what happened next. I screamed and screamed. As the wind hit me, the speed at which I was falling startled me. My heart raced as things around me started to blur. I started to tremble in fear and my limbs started lose feeling. Why did I do this? A moment's madness!! I stopped thinking. About my life. My work. My problems. My commitments. My family.

As I braced myself and waited for it to end, I almost lost consciousness. I closed my eyes as I felt sudden jerks and then weightlessness. Everything stopped. Time. Sound. I was blank.

I heard voices. I opened my eyes. My friends and onlookers cheered. My head spun and I felt weak in my legs as I felt relieved that it was over. BUNGEE JUMPING is definitely not for me!!

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

Tuesday, September 24, 2013


Being acknowledged by peers is one great feeling. Thank you so much Proactive Indian...for nominating me for the Liebster award. And to Meera, "A rat", for the creative blogger award :)
Liebster Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. It’s appreciation from fellow bloggers and your chance to introduce yourself to other awesome bloggers.
If you receive either of these awards, you are expected to:
1. Post 11 facts about yourself
2. Answer the 11 questions the tagger has given you
3. Tag 11 more Bloggers (with no more than 200 followers; no tagging back) and make 11 questions for them
4. Tell the people you tagged that you did.
But then, the choice is yours... :)
1. Born and brought up in Chennai, I love the city and would rather not stay anywhere else.
2. Never shared my entire educational qualification with anyone, but I guess I owe it to the people who have accepted and acknowledged me within months of blogging.B.Com, MBA, CWA(Grad), MA(Psychology), M.Phil(Management), the last 2 through the medium of distance education.
3.My hobbies include a bit of drawing and painting, artificial flower making, patch work and quilting, dress designing and tailoring, reading, movies and now, I dont have time for any of these, my new love...blogging!!
4. I am a happy, loyal, hard working individual who takes people at face value, finds it very difficult to say "no", loves to help, does not hesitate to apologise.
5. Have a bad temper, dont forgive easily, am scatterbrained, messy and procrastinate a bit.
6.Love to cook but not to eat
7.Total movie buff...but no time now :(
8.Was a free lance soft skills trainer for 2 years. Love teaching :) and my students and my teachers
9. I would not consider myself an "animal lover" per se, but I am a member of the blue cross, I have and will help animals.
10. Mathematics is my most favourite subject and calculus my favourite chapter. to have a good discussion (that is a nice way of saying, i love to talk and yak and chatter)
1. Who’s the one person that can always make you smile?
Normally, I dont need anyone to make me smile. I have been a very "smiley" person all my life. you can see that in my comments and responses...too many smileys. Recently though, my daughter is one
person who can make me smile in any situation.
2. If you could eat only two things for a week, what would they be?
No second thoughts on this question : chips and chocolate
3. How do you want people to remember you when you’re gone?
happy and helpful
4. What would you do with 1 crore rupees, if you were given 30 days to spend it?
First, I would have to ask for the source. If it was given to me in cash, I will immediately return it. A cheque or a DD, I would deposit in my account and pay taxes, whatever applicable. phew!! feeling much better already. Typically, I would have put the money in a trust fund and put it to good use. Since I have to spend it in 30 days...and it would be impossible to process the registration of a trust and getting eligibility for an 80G exemption from the IT department within a month(trust me..i know..we've tried).
So, I would simply use the money to start a home : for infants, children, young, old, rejected, deprived, people who want to reform, victims of violence, harassment...(i guess its impossible to make an exhausitive list), Irespective of caste, culture and sexuality.
5. If you could have one supernatural power, what would it be?
I really can't be humourous or really imaginative. So let me tell you I believe that every person already has his/her own supernatural power that they only need to discover. These days love, friendship, empathy, loyalty, patriotism and many more such feelings are supernatural powers that each and every individual has to harness.
At the risk of sounding a bit arrogant, I'd say my supernatural power is "empathy"
6. Which living Indian politician do you admire and respect the most?
he he...I'd rather not answer this one question. kindly excuse :)
7. What do you want to accomplish in your life?
A personal accomplishment would be that at some point I would like to do my P.Hd.
A social accomplishment would be what I have explained as an answer to question 4., If not at that scale, will surely do my bit.
8. Which was the best moment in your life?
The day my daughter said her first word "Amma" :)
9. What was your most embarrassing moment?
Geez...shared with very few people. After I got my licence, a long time back, may I add, I have never taken it out of my wallet at the request of a policeman. At 33 years of age, when I was driving with my mother in law, I was stopped by a policeman. Not for speeding. Not for breaking a rule. He thought I was underage!!! I am small made and he probably could not see me above the steering wheel!! I was livid. That was the first time I took out my licence to show a now sheepish looking policeman. Ofcourse he let me husband had a good laugh!! :(
10. If you could spend a day with 1 person, living or dead, who would it be and why?
If I may be a little liberal...I would like to spend the day with 4 people, my parents and my grandparents. I would like to give them a day of rest, enjoying with my daughter, while I took care of every single thing they had to do during the day!!
Reason? I dont think I can ever match what they have done for me in my life. What I can give them is a day of rest and happiness of spending time with a 2 year old, who is the culimnation of energy, love and happiness.
11. What is the best gift you were ever given?
This year I got a hand drawn birthday gift from my sister in law's daughter that read "Happy birthday to my dearest ammayi(mom's brother's wife in malayalam) and my best friend! ". Beats anything else :)

I would like to present one more award to the following blogger : "the very inspiring blogger award",
for her amazing work, both in the blogosphere and in real life...
1. Why blog?
2. How has blogging changed your life?
3. Name One person who has truly inspired you, and has hence led
you to change something about yourself.
4. If there is something you would like to change about yourself,
what would that be?
5. What is your most priced possession in your room?
6. Do you think blogging can help anything in any way?
7. What is the one festival in India you love to celebrate and do
you think we still celebrate them in the same spirit as we used to
decades back?
8. If there is one thing you could do for your country(let's say
there are no restraints and what you could do is magical), what
would it be?
9. 3 words that would describe you.
10.Which is the best vacation you have had...and with whom?
11.What do you think the future has in store for you?

A request to you all. Please leave a link to your Award post in the comments section below so all of us can read your answers. Looking forward to your replies :)


One single word can have different meanings for different people.
In the way it is used. In the way it is perceived.
I choose "anger".
Anger is a "habit". For some, anger is a habit that is unleashed not out of conscious effort, but like a ritual. Probably, years of supressed feelings, anxiety and stress leads to such a situation.
Anger is a "luxury" to some. For some people, there is no option to ventilate their feelings. They have to supress their anger for several reasons which could be, to save a relationship, to retain a job, so as not to cause problems that may inturn affect them, fear of facing the consequences, doubt as to its outcome or simply because they feel anger is not a solution to the situation.
Anger is a "tool" for some. They use it when they need to get things done the way they want. Just like children who throw tantrums. It could also to establish power or to show who is in control.
Anger is a "weapon", mostly in self defence.  Some use anger as self defense. When proved wrong, when they have no other option, anger can be used for self defence to get out of a situation.
Anger is a "disease". The dictionary meaning of a disease is :
1.A disorder of structure or function in a human, animal, or plant, esp. one that produces specific signs or symptoms or that affects a person.
2.A particular quality, habit, or disposition regarded as adversely
affecting a person or group of people.
Going by the dictionary definition 2 would suit "Anger".
Anger is a "solution". In some cases, anger could also be a solution. Its high time some people spoke up, stood up for themselves instead of taking what life and people around them dish out to them. Anger may actually be the solution in such cases.
Anger is a "motivator". I would definitely say anger could be a motivator. If a person were to be challenged as to their capability or capacity of doing a certain task, the anger thus manifested could be transformed into action and achievement. The need to prove oneself can be very compelling.
Anger can also be a "protector". Anger against domestic violence, harassment, abuse can also evoke strong feelings of defence that may be manifested physically to protect oneself or the ones we love.
Anything could be good or bad. I guess it depends on how we use it and to what degree we let it affect our lives.
This post is written for "Free write" at Write
What is a free write? It is essentially writing without conscious thought. Most free writes go like this:You write down whatever comes into your mind for 15 straight minutes either as a word purge (no topic at all) or on a prompt.


100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe

The clock struck one. Between sobs she places a hand on the empty space next to her on the bed.  “I am strong. I’ll take care of our kids and your parents. I’ll make your dreams happen.  I will.”  
“My irate boss.  That colleague who waits to get into the crowded lift with me.  Crowded buses with cheap guys.  Lewd remarks as I pass the wine shop. Our seemingly concerned neighbor. That aunt and her “kind” son.  They don’t change, just feel worse.”
“I miss confiding and sleeping in your arms, your reassuring  hugs.  If only you were here.”

100 words on Saturday at Write Tribe prompt of 'if only you were here'

Saturday, September 21, 2013


And before I knew it, I had hit 'Send'.
A slow smile spread on my face. This was not a time to think but to act. I breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out on the hotel bed and slept almost immediately.
My phone rang incessantly. I woke up with a start and picked it up. I heard the panic stricken voice of my best friend's mother on the other end.  "Please come here immediately, everything has gone out of hand, uncle and I have no clue what to do!!"
"What happened aunty?...Please dont panic..Don't worry I will be there within half hour"
Between sobs...she said, "Meenu's wedding got called off. The guests have already started arriving. We don't know what happened, the groom's parents are not willing to explain. All I know is that someone has told them something about meenu and they have believed it. Ravi is also not willing to talk."
"Aunty, don't worry, let me speak to Ravi. I will be there as soon as possible."
I called the reception for a cab, dressed hurriedly, and ran.
As I was sitting in the cab, I thought, oh my god!! it had actually worked! I could not believe it.
I called Ravi. He picked up the call after a good couple of rings.
"What happened Ravi? Why did you do this? What is wrong with you?" I bombarded him with a volley of questions.
"I don't want to hear a word in support of her. So unless you have something else to discuss, this conversation is over."
"Look Ravi, Meenu and I have been in school together right from the start till high school. I know her very well. If there is anybody who will support her, its me. You can't stop me from doing that. If you have a problem, tell me what it is and we can sort it out."
"So what if you have known her for so long, you have known me since childhood till today...don't you know I will not take a hasty decision? Its not just one instance but several. I'd rather not talk about it. So just let it go."
"But Ravi..." The phone line was cut...
My cab just turned into the premises of the wedding. As I got out of the cab, I heard a blood curdling scream. I looked up at the direction of the scream and saw meenu falling of the terrace and heard a thud as she hit the ground.
I woke up with a start. I was sweating as I turned to look at the unsent mail on my laptop screen. I cancelled the mail and deleted it from drafts.  I breathed a sigh of relief as I got up to get ready for the wedding. As I got up I switched of the tv that was playing the end credits for the movie "My best friend's wedding".
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

This is not a true far as I know.

Thursday, September 19, 2013


I was a boy,
A boy as a boy can be,
Playing in the mud,
Rough and tough you see.

As I grew older though,
In most boyish things,
Interest I slowly lost,
I wonder what future brings.

When I did go shopping,
For clothes with my mum,
I lingered in the girl's section,
Till everyone was done.

I loved to comb my hair,
And stared at myself in the mirror,
God, what's happening to me?
Things slowly get clearer.

I google all my symptoms,
And am quite devasted to find,
I have a "Gender identity disorder",
I go out of my mind.

I lock myself in my room,
And cry for several hours,
Whom can I confide to?
In this family of ours.

My mannerisms change,
And more evident they become,
My parents are distraught,
Neighbors treat me like scum.

I am banished from my home,
I cried, try to convince and finally begged even,
But family honor and a sister's wedding is more important,
Away from there I run.

I try to find a job,
And a roof above my head,
No one seems to want to help,
I wish I was dead.

I try to keep to myself,
But no, they wont leave me alone,
Raped and brutally beaten,
To HIV I am prone.

By my own kind,
I am finally found,
Home at last I think,
To them I am emotionally bound.

I want to have a family too,
I life of my own,
An education and a job,
Not to be let down.

What I am is not my fault,
Blame it on hormones and what not,
But I have feelings too you know,
There are institutions whose help I sought.

I want the right to equality,
I want the right to adopt,
I want the right to insurance,
To get my time in court.

Why do you care what I am?
How does sexual orientation matter?
How is it your problem?
My mind is all that matters..

God has created me too,
Just as he has created woman and man,
Last time I checked,
We are all human.

Gender identity disorder (GID), also known as gender dysphoria, is a formal diagnosis used by psychologists and physicians to describe people who experience significant dysphoria (discontent) with the sex they were assigned at birth and/or the gender roles associated with that sex. Affected individuals are commonly referred to as transsexual or transgender. Evidence suggests that people who identify with a gender different from the one they were assigned at birth may do so not just due to psychological or behavioural causes, but also biological ones related to their genetics, the makeup of their brains, or prenatal exposure to hormones.

Here are a few links I found online of organisations in India.

The following page has links to such organisations and helplines in different cities in India.

This post is a submission for "Blog for a Cause"

Wednesday, September 18, 2013


100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe

The sun shone brightly as I walked down the street recalling notes for my interview. That's when I heard the screech of wheels and yelping.  Pedestrians including me, turned to see a dog hit by a car, struggling in pain. Cars sped by. People moved on. I was getting late. I turned away as I heard that cry again. I ran back, picked her up, hailed a rickshaw, and rushed her to the blue cross.

Hours later,  as I sat holding her paw, she opened her eyes and looked into mine.  What I felt was exquisite. I felt truly alive.

100 words on Saturday at Write Tribe prompt of 'Truly Alive'

Friday, September 13, 2013


A handful of students,
Seated on the floor,
A teacher by them stands,
A breeze flows through the door.

Let's learn colors,
Today is a beautiful day,
We'll go one by one,
What do you say?

The first one is "yellow",
Its the color of happiness,
What you feel when you smile,
When you taste success.

The second one is "Green",
The color of jealousy it is,
What you feel when others do well,
Its a bad feeling, this.

The third one is "blue",
Cold is what it means,
Like when you have ice cream,
Hmmm..Vanilla, caramel and praline.

The fourth one is "red",
Its the color of anger,
What you feel when someone lets you down,
You question them and you dont get an answer.

The fifth and last one is "Pink",
This color means love and caring,
The one you feel as your mother holds you,
When with others you are sharing.

That's all for today,
We'll continue tomorrow,
If there is anything to tell or ask me,
Please let me know.

They put on their black glasses and pick up their sticks,
One speaks up as others up and pack,
We do know one more color, the only color we see,
The color of darkness, that color is "black".

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

Wednesday, September 11, 2013


I was up all night as usual,
Its a beautiful morning,
My eyes are red,
Is cold and wet, its raining.

I look at my note and sigh,
Its all planned and set,
I am going to end my life,
Life is as bad as it can get.

My life was and is a nightmare,
"Night"mare says it all,
It happened when I was awake,
Into a corner I could crawl.

A child though I was,
I knew it was wrong,
Was it my fault?
Nights were always very long.

I could not tell my anyone,
Would they believe me?
He was the "best" uncle,
He was, was he?

I grew older,
We left town,
I went to a new school,
In studies my sorrows I did drown.

I topped my school and college,
Not a night but I could sleep,
A few friends I had,
I would just crawl up and weep.

A touch, a hug, a pat on the back,
Decent though it were,
Petrified I was of contact,
My eyes start to blur.

My body was violated,
Used and dirty I feel,
I have never trusted anyone,
I don't think I can ever heal.

I would love to live,
To marry to have kids,
But the thought of my past,
To think ahead it forbids.

Now my parents want me to get married,
How long can I run?
I am in a quandary,
With my life I am done.

As I sit by the window,
I hear the door bell chime,
I open the door to my friend from childhood,
Only one who knows the past of mine.

You have suffered enough, she says,
Come with me right now,
I reluctantly follow,
She is going to help me?, don't know how.

She takes me to a counselor,
A nice woman, with a kind smile,
Things will change, I promise, she says,
Though it may take a while.

Be strong, its not your fault,
You are not alone, I ask you try,
Live for the people who love you,
I break down and cry.

The international theme for World Suicide Prevention Day 2013 is Stigma: a barrier to suicide prevention.

Please do take a look at the following link..It is a heart wrenching suicide note from a 27 year old Bill Zeller, who comitted suicide in july 2011.  I found this in an article published in the web site of Kids At Risk Action (KARA), a non-profit advocacy network focusing on issues related to neglected and abused children. A few words from his letter:
"People say suicide is selfish. I think it’s selfish to ask people to continue living painful and miserable lives, just so you possibly won’t feel sad for a week or two. Suicide may be a permanent solution to a temporary problem, but it’s also a permanent solution to a ~23 year-old problem that grows more intense and overwhelming every day"

Sunday, September 8, 2013


I am a reporter. I cover celebrity events and parties for my newspaper "cheesy bites". I love my job. Hang around the best parties, have great food, and write what I want. I hang around to gather gupshup, pickup titbits about every celebrity I can and write for my column 'Celebrity bites'.

Today I was to attend the birthday party of the one year old baby girl of a well known actor, director and producer, RateeshKant. I enter the premises and look around. Hmmm...this time its a mickey mouse theme party. 

Mickey mouse balloons, read and white streamers, Mickey mo
use flags flying all around and a huge disney world castle built just for the party, moat, towers et al. I was stunned. The things people do with money. There is security outside the castle and I need to show them some ID to enter. I enter the castle's main entrance to see a huge stage set up with a mickey mouse backdrop. On the left I could see a row of counters with games to play, balloon sculpting and tattoos for kids.

What I was looking for was on the right. The food!! Aaah..tables and tables of different varieties of food. oodles and oodles of goodies I was waiting to sink my teeth into.

Mmmmm...Where to I start? Soups, starters, fruit juices, multiple choices
of main course or...dessert? I was very much a dessert person. The dessert counter was laden with cakes, ice creams, chocolates, pudding, souffle and jelly of several flavors. There was a chocolate fountain and fruit salad too...

I decided to start with my favourite. Hot brownies with chocolate sauce
, nuts, ice cream, and lots of wipped cream on top. mmm..just placing my order made my mouth water. I picked up my dish and found a place to sit down. A place where I can enjoy my food and over hear bits of conversation from adjoining tables.

I closed my eyes and bit into a spoonful of my brownie. I enjoy the soft texture of the brownie with the crunchy nuts and ice cream. hmmm...delicious :)

As I open my eyes to take another mouthful of the sinfully tasteful dessert, I realize something has changed. A little perplexed I look around. I see all the people are missing and instead see lots of rats and mice!!! What was happening and why?

I heard a ticking sound. I look down and see a small clock, g
'tick tock time is short,
Find what you have to find,
If you want to get back,
use your mind.'

What is even more weird is that they are all neatly dressed as though they were attending a party. huh?

Mickey mouse and Minnie mouse were receiving guests on the stage. The huge tables of food were now laden with different types of cheese...parmesan, gouda, cheddar, mozarella, feta and several others. There were chunks, rolls, cubes and slices of cheese. The chocolate fountain was now a 3 layered cheese cake. The cheese is being served by Remy the rat!! the great French chef from Ratatouille?

I have got to stop thinking about food. How do I get back?

There were so many rats running around I stopped to look around. There were several from the movie "the secret of the NIMH" and "An American tail". These were not just mice. They were celebrity mice!!

The little clock laughs again:
tick tock you forgot,
Did you start looking,
If you did not, do it fast,
Time is ticking.

I ignore its warning as i see a crowd at the entrance. A limo comes to a halt and out gets "stuart little"!! the security rushes to push back the crowd. They are lead by Barnard and Bianca from "the rescuers". wow!! this is turning out to be a great party after all.

I think it is high time I find a way out of here. I look around me. Who can I ask for help? hmmm.. then I spot Basil, "the great mouse detective" and I think...perfect, he is the only one who can help me.

"Excuse me, sir" I say. "Can you please help me, I have a problem." and I go on to explain what happened. He does not say a word...

the clock talks again:
tick tock its getting late,
you have but a little time,
do what you can right now,
Before again i chime.

I get panicky...I ask Basil what to do? Basil says,"You have wasted yours prying into other people's lives, writing what you want, not minding about their feelings or the outcome of your writing. You need to respect your profession and other's privacy and not make a mockery of what you do and others too. What you need to find is within you. you need to find remorse. you need to feel for others."

"Find minnie mouse's shoes, wear them, click your heels thrice, clear your mind, clean your heart, think of your destination and you will get there"

I rush and request minnie mouse for her shoes, wear them, click my heels, and pray, "Please get me back home, I realise my mistake, I am sorry and will never do it again". I close my eyes and hope it works.

I feel no change. I sigh and open my eyes. I find myself sitting at the table with my brownie, right where I was before, as if nothing happened.

I have never felt so relieved in my life. I realize, everyone is entitled to their own life, their privacy. To use such news to gain popularity, entertain nosy people and make money is no good. I get back to eating my brownie, relishing the taste much more than ever before.

This post is a part of the game ‘Nibble Promptly’ in the birthday party at A Rat’s Nibble.

Saturday, September 7, 2013


There is trouble in Timbuktu,That's a far off place,
Nothing can happen to us, We are always safe.

It may be an earthquake,
A bombing or a war,
A storm or a Tsunami,'
Its always somewhere far.

A strike, a strife,
A murder or a rape,
A medical negligence or accident,
A robbery or red tape.

There is trouble in Timbuktu, That's the other place,
What can we do?, Its not our space.

Petrol prices, auto fares,
Traffic jams and drainage blocks,
Street lights not working,
Bad roads and dug up rocks.

Garbage on roads,
Mosquitoes in stagnated water,
No security at night,
Thieves and robbers wander.

There is trouble in Timbuktu, We may stay there,
I did complain to the authorities, But they don't care!!

Women abused,
Children molested,
Lost or abandoned,
How horrible!!, abducted.

Drunken husbands,
Beaten up wives,
Sexual harassment,
All just thrives.

There is trouble in Timbuktu, I live around the corner,
I have to safeguard my family, cant worry about the former.

Visually, physically and the mentally challenged,
AIDS, STD's, Cancer and such,
Drug addiction, female infanticide,
And there is still so much.

Save the environment, stop pollution,
Save animals, become vegetarian,
Recycle waste, don't use plastic,
Discrimination based on color and religion.

There is trouble in Timbuktu, My children's future is at stake,
Tell me what to do, and I will part take.

Let's not be indifferent,
Let's do our bit,
Let's not be aloof,
Let's not ignore it.

Create an awareness,
Take a step, small it may be,
Make a donation,
Do service for free.

I am an Indian, its citizen I'm proud to be,
What happens to India, happens to me!!

Speak up, speak out,
Represent the needy,
Seek help, use the law,
Pull up the greedy.

Every action, every step counts,
Be a gaurdian angel to some,
Never underestimate,
The power of "one".

Thursday, September 5, 2013


I was a freelance soft skills trainer. During that time I had the privilage of training II year graduation students of a leading Women's college in Chennai. This experience that lasted a year and a half was one of the best times of my life. Of it I learned:

1. That one works hard as a student, one works harder as a teacher.

2. That 40 minutes is a very very long time :) Not in a negative sense, when we are in charge, time seems to creep and crawl. Though I can empathize with the students who feel the same.

3. That one can never assume to know enough. There is always more to learn.

4. That learning and interaction are amazing partners.

5. That one needs to concentrate more than the students on what we say, every word matters.

6. That Students can ask the darnedest of questions!! :) Be prepared.

7. That respect follows trust. One needs to believe in our own capabilities in order to be convincing and gain their trust.

8. That its a teacher who decides a student's favourite subject.

9. That the power of encouragement is much more than that of advice.

10. That the responsibility of a teacher is not restricted only to subject matter but also in encouraging and instilling self confidence in the student.

Last but not the least...That my teachers are the best!!

Monday, September 2, 2013


I was born with the proverbial "silver spoon". My father was in the top 10 list of tax payers in the country. Hardly anything to complain about. huh?

I had everything before I even knew I wanted it. I had the best of toys. I went to the best of schools. I went to the best shopping malls and had the best of vacations.

Simply put. I had everything. Is that so?

Everything but my individuality.

Expectations set on an only child of a high achieving father needs to be experienced to be understood. I was to attend business school. To be a successful business woman. Dressed smartly in designer business suits. Fly around the world in private jets to attend meetings and parties of the affluent.

But I wanted to write. To be a writer. I devoured books ever since I knew how to read. The library was my sanctum. I had written countless stories and was working on my own book.

I constanly complained to my mother. All she told me was, "look past your needs, and you will find what you are looking for. Look at what you have, and what others lack. Look into your heart, and then think with your brain."

I hardly saw my father, but met his reputation often. Where ever I went his reputation preceded me. And the result was that I never got an honest opinion about my writing.

Here I was, sitting in the waiting room of a publisher, waiting to hear the verdict on my work. I had lied about my name this time, hoping to get an actual opinion. As I waited, I looked outside the window, where, outside on the pavement sat a man without legs, mending shoes!! He could not wear shoes himself, but had the knowledge to mend shoes, and was helping people who needed shoes and making a living.

That's when I heard the sniggering and the subtle laughter. It was coming from behind where I was seated, from the cabin in which my manuscript was being read. Amidst the laughter I finally heard what I needed to hear for a long time coming. I was not good. I had no makings of a writer. Evidently my story lacked structure and was not going in any particular direction. The characters were sketchy. Essentially a big let down.

I sighed and looked around me. My eyes fell upon a guy who I have seen several times at several waiting rooms of publishers. His manuscript was all wrinkly from reading several times.

I suddenly knew what to do. I felt such a relief wash over me. I stepped out of the office and into the street, smiling to myself. As the wind blew on my face, I turned and looked at the lame cobbler. I never was meant to be a writer. I was going to be a publisher.

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Sunday, September 1, 2013


I am an android phone. Just bought, currently charging, all apps installed and set to go.

I blink and open my eyes to a squinting teenager, or so it seems. He configures his facebook, gmail, whats app and twitter and I get his name..."stefan salvator". I immediately use my resources that include google, true caller and what? I have an IMDB app? hmmm...and was quite taken aback on what I found!

This guy was a VAMPIRE!! well, i might as well get used to it, am not going anywhere.

Me : Hello there, Stefan.

Stefan : androids talk?

Me : vampires exist?

S: Fair enough.

Me: so, how long have you been around?

S : 163 years, was born in 1846, turned vampire in 1864, been 17 every since... :)

Me: And that makes you a teenager? HA..the first of my ancestors(the telephone) were patented in 1876. you are much older than that!!

s:Can we drop the age topic please?

Me: you have a dog?

s: no

Me: Maybe we can get you a blood hound...ha ha ha

S: hmmm...

Me: What's your favourite animal...a giraffe? lol

s: will you stop googling for bad vampire jokes!! I will cut off your wifi..

Me: Go should have thought about that when you subscribed for a unlimited 3G data plan..he he

S: you talk too need a good scare.

*shows his really scary vampire look with blood shot eyes and fangs et al*

Me: *flashes on screen some screen shots of exorcist, evil dead, friday the 13th and nightmare on elm street*

S:*grows pale and sighs* I give up!!


S:*cringes with fear, looks alarmed and then at his watch* WHAT!! its twilight...

Me:Configure the time in my clock will ya!! vampires are easy to are born suckers!! :P

Me: btw...what's with the IMDB app?

S: why not..vampires can't watch movies? What can vampires do? Watch world wars and attend speeches of great world leaders throughout my life?


S:Oh brother is here..

Me: why the "oh no"?

S: he is not a nice guy like me..

Me:Well...intro please

S: Damon..this is my new android. my dear talkative android...this is my brother Damon Salvatore.

Me *speechless and stunned, my lights burn dim and then brighter again*

Damon: *eyebrows raised*
I thought you said this android could talk..

S: *Smirking* So what's new...!!

Me: *still stunned and not even blinking now*

D: hey, can I borrow your android for the going out for dinner?

S: Am not sure...I just got it..

Me: Pssssst...*in a whisper* what's your problem? just let me go...or will show him your facebook friends list!!

S: *alarmed*...fine fine..

Me: *clicks a quick picture for my permanent memory*

It rains as we drive and pick up a girl on the way. I silently curse. We keep driving and reach the mountain side and a dark forest. What?

I then hear a shuffle, a push and then a blood curdling scream. Running and more running...then suddenly as it all began all grew quiet. The sight I then saw was one I was never going to forget till someone did a factory reset of my settings. Lying in a pool of blood, was the girl...dead!!

I started trembling. Damon noticed this, raised an eyebrow and asked me, "are you scared?"
I said, "No..I am on vibrate are getting a call."

P.S : The characters used in my post is based on the books and tv series "The vampire diaries",

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