Random Thoughts

To hold and to know it makes no difference, To drop and to know it does not break, Guess I know what it is! A mass, cozy and warm! Twist it, squeeze it, It still retains its form, The print fine as new, No stain, no fringe, just perfect! In which it contained, it feels the twist, Marked and deformed, yet whole somehow! One and One, always make two, Two of its kind, make a wealth, Rich or poor, caste or creed, All rich with two of it! One of its kind, Old or young, witch or beast, God or human, all alike, Sour and sad, pay a price! What is it?

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. --------------------------------------- She looked across the hall from over the rim of her champagne glass. The casual grace with which he stood, the slight curve of his mouth, the attention in his eyes and then she heard his voice, the educated lyric in his words and then the chuckle that escaped his lips. She stood stark still, taking in everything she could hold, his masculinity, his charm, his grace, his aura, his very presence. She wants to snatch him away, from all these people. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”, she heard someone say. “Oh My! Bless my soul!!! He is superb and he is also insanely rich”, she heard someone answer. “I think he is gay”, someone quipped. “Oh no, he is not. He cannot be. I just set my eyes on him and he is mine”, someone said. “He is mine and mine alone”,...

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. --------------------------------------- He was looking out of the window and into the back yard when he saw his wife rushing into the back yard threatening his daughter to not jump from the tree. His heart did a flip flop when he saw his six year old daughter do just that. He leaped down the stairs and into the back yard, just in time to notice the swell of the leg. “Ritu…”, his voice thundered as his daughter looked at him with tear stained face. His wife was already fussing over her. He lifted her gently into his arms and rushed to the car to take her to the hospital. After the leg was properly casted and they were heading home, he asked, exasperation clear in his voice, “What were you thinking?”. “Dad, I was trying the trapeze act. Remember the circus you took me to? I loved that...

Cannot understand why there should be comparison of the greats or legends from different eras or from the same era. How can one compare Federer to Sampras or compare Rahul to Sachin? Can Federer play volley as brilliantly as Sampras does? Can Sampras read opponent’s serve as splendidly as Federer does? Can Federer produce a power shot (slam dunk) as superbly as Sampras does? Can Sampras play well on clay as well as Federer does? Can Federer match Sampras pace in the serve? Can Sampras produce angles at impossible points as Federer does? Can Federer play for a point as long as Sampras does? The list goes on and on.. and every minute detail can be pointed out, but the fact that Federer is ten years younger to Sampras and has grown up idolizing him should put a break to all this Sampras and Federer, who is great debate. But no, people have to indulge in this. Sampras is a legend and the games of the then era were not one-sided. I do not want to get into the debate about competitiveness an...

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. --------------------------------------- Abhi was staring at the computer, hoping for some miracle, as his new problem does not seem to dissolve at his persuasive attempts. The clock keeps ticking as the seconds tick to minutes and into hour. At the strike of six O’clock in the evening, his calendar snoozed reminding him that he promised his girl friend a ride and dinner, as her birthday present. His heart did a flip flop as he realized he might not make it and ruin her perfectly good day. “Are you done?”, his manager was standing next to him. “Not even close”, he responded. His manager grunted and went his way. Abhi was frustrated. He loved his work and prided himself on his priorities and days like this, he wished he was working else where than this timeless job he landed himself in. ...

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. --------------------------------------- “Betrayal! Long ago I heard these words, not exactly those words, but the essence and years ago, the pain was as acute as it is today and if years have taught me anything, well, I thought they taught me how to deal with words, but alas, they have not taught me how to deal with pain! Words are the cause of pain, I can ignore the words, but can I ignore the pain?” Maggie sat stuffed with her teddy, softly caressing it and lost in the chain of thoughts, leaving her vulnerable than ever. She wished she could do justice to herself. Why is she inflicting this upon herself? “Go ahead Mom, I am tired of telling you to leave me alone. You want it, just do it, but do not expect me to keep jumping up and down and say, ‘yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy’. You want something...

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. --------------------------------------- “Let me drop you”, he said. “Not if you are the last one left on this earth”, she growled. His pride took a ride, yet the fear for her, overbearing every rationale. The terrorists are loose in the city and the thought of her life in danger, however remote the possibility caused him to swallow his ego and ask of her again, “Please…” “I would rather be within the touching distance of a suicide bomber”, she said. Turning her back to him, she walked away, muttering, “So typical of him to think I require him now, as though I have not survived without him. I do not need him to feel secure in my life. I am happy and perfect and ….” “Are you?”, her conscience questioned. “Yes” “Stop lying to yourself at least”, her conscience countered. “I am not”, she a...

But for you, this attempt would be in vain, Yet I write to dissuade my pain! Someday you will know to overcome your fears… Someday, when all is lost and nothing remains, you will learn to be brave… Someday, when you need someone and you find yourself alone, you will know that life’s battles are always fought alone… That day, when you need someone, think of me… I promise not to be there, for I am not one to forgive… But I will ache for your attempts in vain, to reach beyond the dearth, That day, I will weep, seeing you fumble, for I chose my path!! Blissfully ignoring your chivalry, I walk ahead, A mirthless laugh, a careless word, was it worth it? It doesn’t matter! You took away from me, a thing of value, I am not above foolishness, knowing the bungle in my ways, I steer through the muddied waters, through the murk, where my doom lurks, Hell hath less fury than a scorned woman, goes the saying, I walk ahead, to the precipice and into the hell, Where I mourn me… Goodbye, my love, don’t...

Hmm, again, a tag … but considering that the operative word is ‘hate’, I am unsure if I want to take it up, for I do not generally like using such strong euphemism when it is negative. I would post what I dislike the most though… 1) I cannot stand indecisiveness. That is a BIG minus to me. C’mon, you either do it or you don’t, each triggering their own paths. Being afraid of consequences you can’t forever be in an indefinite loop. 2) I do not like double standards. You say something, you mean it, else don’t say it. How difficult can it be? 3) I do not like beating round the bush. I consider it a sheer waste of time and would rather get to the point than fish around for a trap. 4) I do not like satisfying people for the heck of it, I mean to say, one cannot satisfy every Tom, Dick and Harry, nor can one satisfy their loved ones at all times and just to get over the immediate wrath, I rather not give a satisfying answer, when I know I will end up hurting them in...

What is it about a birthday that wants you to be more of a kid than a grown adult? And what is it about wrapped presents, the glittery paper with just about any color you can imagine, that kind of makes you look forward to it like a kid being promised a candy if he behaves in the party? (Were you ever bribed like that? Fortunately for my parents, I never threw tantrums except for not going to a party and if I ever went, I was so scared of crowd that I used to run behind my mom, not even dad, always mom :), but I know a couple of my friends who knew how to turn a party into a nightmare and they were promised anything they craved, as long as they behaved and boy, did you get to see the angels they were!). Though this birthday was far from being the best, it certainly made it to the top ten and considering I am half of half way there (wherever the heck it is) – that is the exact verse of my birthday wish!, thanks to my Mom for cheering me up, as she always did, to Sand (Sandeep) and Sri (...