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Sense Of Society

Image Source: Google What will people say They say it time and again Makes no sense to us Makes no sense to us Giving in to society Who defined these rules Who defined these rules That divide us based on caste Can we escape it Can we escape it Without the curse following Should we fight for love Should we fight for love Our happiness matters too Are people aware Are people aware Of the society rule book That blinds all of us That blinds all of us It did not make sense to them Society wins again Written for Haiku Horizons : Prompt - Sense .

The Fairer Distraction

Image Source: Google Today's newspaper was all about the dismal performance of Virat Kohli in the test matches against England. All fingers were pointed to his so called girl friend Anushka Sharma . Then, the Indian team manager  had the audacity to comment that " Only wives are allowed to be a part of the tour. Indian culture does not allow girl friends to come on a tour ". Seriously? The guy actually went on to say that Anushka stayed with Virat in his room, until the third test match. I do not know what exactly he has a problem with. With her being there, or the fact that they were not married yet. If I am not wrong, we won the first test at England. And the Indian team was held on a pedestal for a record victory and the same Virat was hoisted on shoulders. So, this happened when Anushka was staying with him right? Then why all this hue and cry. I somehow cannot help but think if Anushka would be still blamed, had we won the series. Probably not. I am not a

Book Review: Happily Murdered

Image Source: Google Title: Happily Murdered Author : Rasleen Syal Publisher : Srishti Publishers Genre : Mystery/ Drama Price: Rs. 111 on Amazon. Pages: 246 The author,  Rasleen Syal got in touch with me after checking out my reviews on Goodreads . She liked my detailed and honest review and wanted me to review her book. Very well knowing the fact that I dissect every paragraph and every word. I hadn't even heard of her before that, but when I read the gist of the book I wanted to read more. She sent me a copy of the book and I sat down to read it immediately. I finished it in a day and was strangely surprised. Not because I finished reading it in a day. The story surprised me. Gulab Sarin, the radiant new daughter-in-law of the influential Mehta family dies mysteriously on the very next night of her wedding. The murder is an inside job, the police are certain. It could be anyone, the adulterous husband, conniving in-laws, jealous friend and the love struck e

A New Life

Copyright-Roger Bultot I waited at the bus station like you had asked, right next to this parked bus for more than an hour; but you did not arrive. Your phone is switched off too, I guess you chickened out at the very last minute. I am standing here with all my belongings hastily dumped into a bag and a photograph of my family, whom I left, just to start a new life with you. Of course I cannot go back now, I do not have the guts to face them after this. My new life shall sure start, with or without you. This five sentence fiction is written for the topic ' Waiting ' at Lillie McFerrin Writes . This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 22nd August .

Book Review: Private India

Image Source: Google Title: Private India Author : Ashwin Sanghi and James Patterson Publisher: Arrow Books Genre: Mystery/ Thriller Price: Rs. 269 on Amazon Pages: 470 The gist of this book is what made me sign up for the review. Indian mystery novels are known to be blah, but this one seemed interesting. And within a week, the book was shipped to me. The first thing I noticed was that it was thick and had 470 pages and that it was signed by the author. I thought it would take me atleast a week to finish it, but surprisingly I was done with it in two days. Yes, the book was interesting enough to keep me occupied with it. But the story line? Hmmm, lets get straight to it. As the name suggests the book is all about Private India, a branch of Private Worldwide, a private investigating agency founded by Jack Morgan. The Indian head for this is Santhosh Wagh, who looks and feels like a poor caricature of Dr. House and is constantly battling his alcohol addiction and

Pricey Bones

Image Source: Google They call me pretty I don't see what they do see It does not matter It does not matter This is all that I can do I need the money I need the money So this is how I should be Thin, frail and fragile Thin, frail and fragile Almost lifeless I feel now Beautiful they say Beautiful they say Its so hard to stay this way I only feel bones Written for Haiku Horizons : Prompt - Bones .

Hope Floats

Yell Sound, Shetland, 2014, by R.A.D. Stainforth Look ahead, don't look back We have a pretty future ahead Whenever fear crosses your mind Just remember what I have said These clouds cannot dampen us Our love shall help us sail through Ignore the dark canopy for a while Look beyond at the skies blue Do not be worried by this storm The water shall not rise above us Hold on to my hands, my love We shall make it without a fuss Hope is a very good thing Just believe in what I have to say Our life together is not over yet Just kneel down and slowly pray This boat shall not give up on us We are going to start a new life Our journey shall not be cut short One day, you shall surely be my wife I have no fears within me now My love for you keeps me strong When I have you by my side I know that nothing can go wrong Breathe free now, my darling This ordeal shall be over soon We shall get home in a while Before the shine o

Doubt Free

Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields Sitting at this desk I wondered for the millionth time, had I made the right decision by quitting my job as this is exactly how I had mapped out my career and life. Being a writer was my passion, my dream and is the only thing that I have wanted to be. The lure of money never seduced me, but how would I make ends meet without a regular job and steady income. But the minute I started writing, letters became words and then paragraphs, and then nothing stopped me. This contentment and happiness within me, erased all my doubts. This five sentence fiction is written for the topic ' Maps ' at Lillie McFerrin Writes . This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 15th August .

The First Cut

Image source: Google They say the first cut Shall always be the deepest Oh yes, they were right Oh yes, they were right I can see the dark crimson Flowing out of me Flowing out of me Love that I have felt for you Erasing the pain Erasing the pain Taking away everything I then close my eye Written for Haiku Horizons : Prompt - Cut .

Book Review: Ramayana - The Game of Life: Rise of the Sun Prince

Image Source: Google Title: Ramayana - The Game of Life: Rise of the Sun Prince Author: Shubha Vilas Publisher: Jaico Publishing House Genre: Mythology Price: Rs 250 Pages: 252 After reading ' The Winds Of Hastinapur ' by Sharath Komarraju, my interest in mythology piqued. There is something so fascinating about mythology, that keeps you glued to the book with its descriptions and depictions. Just like the Mahabharata , the Ramayana also has been re-told many times. I recently had read a condensed version of the original Ramayana but I was only too glad to read this one. Shubha Vilas's Ramayana is a series of six books, and ' Rise Of The Sun Prince ' is the first book of the series. The cover of the book looks magical, with bows and arrows and brilliant hues of green, purple and blue. The cover casts a spell and soon you cannot wait to devour the book. I know the tale pretty well, but I wanted to see if this book does justice to the actual epi

Healing Wings

Image Source: Google I had two options in front of me and I had to make the choice now. Bleary eyed I looked at the pale white card in front of me as I held the knife that was intended to slit my wrist. I sat still for more than a minute contemplating on what to do. I knew I did not have the guts to kill myself but at that point of time I wanted to prove it to myself that I could. Maybe it was my ego, or maybe I had seen too much of my suffering. “ Come on. Do it .” I yelled refusing to plunge the knife into my pale skin. Frustrated with myself I throw the knife away and it falls on the carpet without a sound. I look at the carpet. It was a red Kashmiri carpet that I had picked up during my honeymoon. Nithin was against it as he felt that it would be too heavy to carry back to Mumbai in a train. I had argued relentlessly and he had to give in when I threatened that the only way I was returning to Mumbai was with this carpet. I smile at the old memory and bend down to pick the

Reason To Live

Copyright - Björn Rudberg Our holiday home is situated between the mountains, enveloped by lush greenery and the smell of nature. This was the first time I was coming here after the divorce, something that I had not seen coming. I intended to punish him by killing myself in the very room where he made love to me for the first time, the same room where he had proposed. I look around, the house seems empty and devoid of emotions but suddenly I hear giggles. The innocent laughter of my children and the luminous smile on their faces, change my decision in a second. This five sentence fiction is written for the topic ' Luminous ' at Lillie McFerrin Writes . This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 8th August .

The Final Justice

Image Source: Google They tore my body Left me helpless on the street No one offered help No one offered help They just stood and watched me die I held my hand out I held my hand out They walked away in silence As I shut my eye As I shut my eye My soul is still left injured I shall not forget I shall not forget My tormentors shall die soon My spirit shall kill My spirit shall kill All those who just watched The final justice Written for Haiku Horizons : Prompt - Justice .

The Honest Post - Phase 10

The story so far. Image Source: Google We continued to meet every single day and the love was blossoming into madness. His parents had known it by then and were happy with us. I was wondering when do I break it to my parents, when one fine day my mom asked me if I was dating Cal. I was shocked. Apparently Cal's grand mother and my aunt had informed my mom about it. My mom was shocked initially, but when I told her this is what I want she was happy too. From the next day onwards, Cal's mother and my mom were on the phone everyday. Thank God we decided to not beat around the bush and directly tell his mother about us. Once the parents knew about it, then there was no looking back. A lot of people spoke a lot of nonsense, but thankfully it did not affect him and me. Or our folks. Some people even had the audacity to call Cal's mother and tell her what a horrible person I was. They told her I smoke, drink, have boyfriends and am of loose character! And that they should

Action Replay - July

Image Source: Google Yay its August! Yay its my favorite month of the year! Yay its my birthday month! Okay, you can see that I am excited. Of course I am. Finally after a year of waiting, here it comes again. My birthday. Gifts have already started appearing and I am thrilled to see how this unfolds. More on that later, but for now its all about what happened in July. July was a pleasant month, with hell loads of work and more hell loads of learning. July started off with a bang with a visit to Hyderabad for Cal's friend's wedding. I went in there with zero expectations but came back with a bright smile and a relaxed body. Yes, I loved the City of Nizams. Hyderabad is the only city that comes close to Bangalore. In terms of lifestyle, fashion, infrastructure, people and most importantly weather. Luckily for me, we went on the onset of monsoon and the weather was divine. I've heard of tales about how hot it can get, but thankfully was spared of it. We stayed in

Day Four - Final Product #WhatTheBlack

Image Source: Google Since I did not receive the clue for day 3 yesterday, it came in today. But the final product did not come in as promised. Sigh, I guess it shall appear tomorrow. But now that we all know what the final product is, I am awed by their wonderful marketing strategy. Candid Marketing Pvt Ltd , you guys rock! What brilliance! Especially the black newspaper. It was an awesome initiative and I'm so proud to be a part of this in some way or the other. Check out their site now. If that is not creativity then what is? Three days, three clues and one hell of a mind boggling activity. Maybe I would have guessed it too, had I received the clue for day 3 on time. But it was Anmol , who played Sherlock and solved this mystery! Three cheers to him. Day 1 : Black egg filled with black chocolate Day 2 : Black news paper Day 3 : Black paper cup and black tissue All indicate mornings. And what is the first thing you do in the morning? Brush! Yes, so this is wh

Day Three #WhatTheBlack

Image Source: Anmol Rawat Day one was a Black Egg. Day two was a black newspaper. Both indicated mornings. Today there was no one at home to collect my clue for day three. Thanks to twitter, I found out what it was. Day three was a black cup with a black tissue. So #WhatTheBlack is going on? It definitely has to do with mornings, I was sure of that. And then I read Anmol's post . Image Source: Anmol Rawat And I agree to it! I think this is what it is. Colgate's SlimSoft Charcoal Toothbrush . No matter what it is, it was an excellent marketing strategy and a mind boggling one at that! Even if I am wrong, the final product will come in tomorrow. Then the mystery will unveil itself. If it is what I think it is, then Anmol is a genius! #WhatTheBlack is a four day activity in association with BlogAdda . Each day, the selected candidates will be receiving a clue and finally on the fourth day, the actual product will unveil itself.