tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28497128017719419322024-02-21T06:53:26.579+05:30Beyond MeSravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-72363317057821480342015-10-26T14:38:00.001+05:302015-10-26T14:38:26.339+05:30What life taught me # 1<p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This post was written wayyyy back. But through Wordpress. Forgot to post it here as well. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Anyways. Here it is. Thanks for reading</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Throughout his life he chased money,<br style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none;">pocketing as much as he could lay his hands on,</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">All the running made him sick one day, While his body just couldn't go on.</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He realized that when he ran behind money, he was actually a strong current of fresh water, fighting his way against the dam.</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A dam called his near and dear ones.</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">His current was too strong and it broke the dam and he went and joined the sea. </span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It was then he realized,<br style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none;">that the dam wanted to retain his fresh water while now he is all but salty.<br style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none;">And tomorrow even if he evaporates and joins the river back through rainfall,</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The dam would still remain broken and this time no one would be there to hold him back.</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span class="post_sig" style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">-Shraviii<br style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none;">Twitter ID: @papps_gunner</span></p>Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-2001623143329722772015-05-17T19:12:00.001+05:302015-05-17T19:14:05.496+05:30Tiny Tales #2<p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Earlier that day Chris observed Jonathan buying a new mobile phone from flapkart. </span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"This is so easy" Jonathan exclaimed.<br style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none;">"I get to easily browse through so many mobile phones and compare. They even have a discount on the one that I bought. And the best part is they deliver within 2 days at my address. I just hope Mr. Steve takes the delivery of my package. He really a good neighbor."</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Chris nodded approvingly. He knew he could not afford shop on luxuries. He had to live on 2 small meals a day if he had to survive the next 2years of college.</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He sat there in the living room starring at the ceiling lost in his own thoughts when suddenly the door bell rang.<br style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none;">"Its time" he said to himself. </span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Removing the rubber gloves he had worn while breaking into the house, he opened the door with a handkerchief.</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">At the door he found a thin fellow with a flapkart T-shirt on. "Mr.Jonathan?" He enquired.</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Chris nervously nodded yes.</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Sir, We've got your mobile phone. Can you please sign and take the delivery"</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Chris nodded signed and took the laptop. </span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This had been the best and the easiest theft he had committed till date.</span></p><p style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px;"><span class="post_sig" style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">-Shraviii<br style="outline: transparent solid 0px; -webkit-touch-callout: none;">Twitter ID: @papps_gunner</span></p>Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-27532248572747318182015-05-14T15:49:00.001+05:302015-05-14T15:49:39.281+05:30Tiny tales series #1<p dir="ltr">afternoon. 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Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-54344043723787457032015-02-26T20:45:00.001+05:302015-02-26T20:45:03.226+05:30The Flame<p dir="ltr">They waited patiently. Having absolutely no idea as to why they were called up so early. They always thought there was still time. <br>
That there would always be "their god" to help them live longer. That they could continue doing what they thought was right in his name.<br>
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<p dir="ltr">Then a giant flame rose. Giant only by its size. In all other ways it seemed gentle and in the cold weather, it brought its own warmth.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Nazir spoke first "You must be Allah. For you are the light which showed us the way. You are the flame which gently lit up in our hearts. And you are the same fire with which we fought for jihad.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Tanner spoke next " I don't know who you are sir. But you are definitely not god. Alien, perhaps yes, but definitely not him. You don't even have a face. You are just a flame, burning away till your fuel lasts. Much like these Arabs. They think they've got all the oil. Lets see what happens when that empties up."</p>
<p dir="ltr">Lakshman spoke the last "You are definitely Agni, the fire god. You are the one who makes the sun shine brightly and give warmth. You are second to none. I remember I prayed to you to burn away all these people of other religion in my country. It is Hindustan for a reason. I know you know it as well. How long will my people have to put up with outsiders. Have you called me to discuss it"</p>
<p dir="ltr">The flame which glowed with peace, suddenly started to grow viscous. It gave a menacing look to the three of them seated together. The three humans started panicking a bit looking at that menacing fire.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The flame finally spoke</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Do you know why you have been called up here. It is because all three of you died today. Under different circumstances."</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Nazir, who gave you the right to decide what's or wrong under the pretext of Jihad. Did you know that the person who fired at you at the LoC in Kashmir was a Muslim too. Even he could have fought for jihad. But he chose good over evil. He chose to fight for his country defending millions of Muslims from you blinded fanatics. You shall never be at peace and that's your punishment"</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Tanner, I know you don't believe in god. Consider this as a confrontation with an alien species if that serves your purpose. You were the captain of your regiment and served your country well. But, there were times when you didn't value other lives. Tanner, you could have stopped that aerial attack when you were asked. You knew there were no threats only women and children in those settlements. Yet you authorized the attacks. You may not realize this, but you do have a lot of blood on your hands mister. So believe me, if you don't think I am god, know that I am your karma. And this time you have no escape."</p>
<p dir="ltr">"And Laxman, you think you have a clean slate buddy. Let me show you how dirty your life has been. You always think that your country was only for Hindus eh. Then why did you aspire to go to America for a job. I know you most certainly tried so much. Beats me. I always thought you'd be the perfect human until you raised your sword against a family asking for your help. When those riots occurred, you could have saved so many of them. Knowing you I was so sure that Laxman would help. But I never knew I had sent a coward down to earth. Sigh!!!"</p>
<p dir="ltr">At that moment all three of them had a moment of realization. May be this was really the Lord speaking and they had been so wrong all their lives.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The flame rose and shouted "You three will go to Hell" and upon saying vanished immediately.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And in an instant they were transported to another place. It was a very depressing place and even more depressing sight to see people injured very badly who needed help and medical attention. There was a bad stench which came from those people. Their eyes called for help, but their mouths were tightly shut.</p>
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"Come on get to work. Your job is to help these worried t. You don't recognize them, do you? Neither did your bullets or swords recognize them. You will be helping people like these for the next 250 years" he said.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"250!!!" Exclaimed Laxman</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Is this our punishment. That's a bit too harsh don't you think" a worried Tanner sighed.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"This is not a punishment. This is something different. You see these people lying here. They have been punished with infinite pain. Everyday you help them with medicines and care, their pain and injury subdues for a while. The next day the wounds reopen and their pain returns. Its like a never ending matrix. And they can never open their mouths, neither can they cry. Its cruelty at its best" the person added.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Welcome to Hell. Here I make the rules. And you violent chaps ain't gonna like it eh tanner" he turned back walking away.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"I almost forgot the best part. You shall be supervised all the time by my guards. And the moment you stop working, they shall punish you in the most humane way possible till you start working again."</p>
<p dir="ltr">"You always have a choice. To do what's right and stand for what's good against evil. In the end your karma helps you get into heaven or push you down in hell."</p>
Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-57301183377846432322015-01-20T11:08:00.002+05:302015-01-20T11:09:18.379+05:30Is it New Year yet?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-18500165676840761862014-07-03T00:23:00.000+05:302014-07-03T00:23:37.916+05:308.45 CST semi fast...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Boarding the train is a painful task, but when you have friends who pull you in with ease, the world is sorted.</div>
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Surprisingly, he has reached there first today. </div>
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Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-2262930559987426872014-06-18T00:09:00.003+05:302014-06-18T00:09:32.546+05:30My Best Friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I bade him good bye.... This was one last time before I would call him my friend ever again..</div>
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He was my best friend.. A friend in need... A friend in deed as well...<br />It was as though he was the chosen friend for me... </div>
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And who else than my parents made it possible... They found him to be a good partner in crime for me</div>
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He met me in pre-school. And since that day he was my fort. </div>
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He stood guard and ensured I never fell down.</div>
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In school, when I ranked 1st in class, he was the one who was more happy than me...</div>
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He boasted around, he made even the second rankers look puny ans sad...</div>
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And when I came second in school, he made me work harder to turn the tables...</div>
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From school to college and from college to my masters degree... He was there</div>
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Ohhh ... We had such a fine time... I cannot recall when his friendship overpowered me.</div>
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And I slowly realised it during college. </div>
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When Shyam and I had a small disagreement and he said, "No buddy, you are a merit student. You can never be wrong. And forget about apologizing to Shyam"</div>
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Shyam and I never spoke again... </div>
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May be i should have spoken. But I chose to stay silent.</div>
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My world crashed when she left me at the altar, because of my behavior. </div>
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Oh gosh I did not even spare the Father of the Church when he shared a light joke. I pounced on him.</div>
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That day I cut my friendship with my oldest and my so called Best Friend.</div>
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My Best Friend... "EGO"... He came, He saw, he conquered, he left...</div>
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He deserted me at that moment. But yet, there was a sense of total freedom...</div>
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Life they say, teaches you as you grow older. It took its time with me...</div>
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**This is a real life story. All of us live it. Even I do. But I have started trying to break out of it**</div>
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Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-30458549436128872992014-04-05T19:24:00.000+05:302014-04-05T19:24:08.943+05:30The Pawns<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Hey Amit... How are you man.. please come inside" exclaimed an excited Karan...<br />
His old buddy and his school mate had come to town on business purpose and paid Karan a visit..<br />
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"So what brings you to Mumbai eh" he asked.? "Nothing just the usual bro."<br />
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Amit worked as a journalist and was covering the latest bomb explosion that had taken place in a village.<br />
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"Life is so messed up right now, what do I tell you. There is someone out there making headlines every day. And We are the ones who are supposed to cover it." remarked Amit<br />
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"I am particularly amazed that none of the bombings have been claimed by any terrorist outfits yet. Also they have not targeted the general public.. All of them were planted in the village's Sarpanch, Thekedaar and all other corrupt men, who have had a criminal record" sighed Amit<br />
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"Hmmm...so this is an operation clean up by a vigilante eh??" Karan smirked...<br />
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"You yourself watch it on TV. Let me show you some images bhai. Let me turn on ur TV" saying Amit picked up a TV remote lying on the end of the sofa, where karan was sitting.<br />
"Oh wait wait, that remote is dead.. Doesn't work. I have got a new one. Ye le" Karan said while handing the new TV remote to Amit.<br />
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Amit and Karan watched the TV report which Amit had covered the previous day. He was amazed by the facts presented by Amit. Sadly he knew there was nothing Amit could do to solve it.<br />
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A while later Amit took leave of Karan.<br />
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"Its been great to see you bro. Please do come again. Bomb blast hi sahi, atleast you did come here" remarked Karan while both laughed. "For Sure man.. I hope I crack this case" Amit sighed...<br />
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"I'm sure you will" Karan smiled and closed the door...<br />
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He knew Amit could never crack this. He himself did not know whom he worked for.<br />
<br />
All Amit was told was to press the blue button on the dead remote and enter the code 38281945.<br />
In an hour's time, he would come to know of an explosion in a Village. And subsequently he would receive a cash bundle in his letter box the next day. He didnt even know who kept it there or put it.<br />
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He was told to either do it or risk being killed along with his family.<br />
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He still remembered the cold voice on call of the man who had threatened him<br />
"Dont even dare to report this. It takes us 10 minutes to set up an explosion, how much time do you think it'll take to blow u off". He still remembered the distinct "Jai Hind" the caller voiced before hanging up.<br />
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Immadiately his mobile phone rang<br />
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"So, a press reporter for a friend eh... Badhiyaa hai ji... Bas yaad rakho, woh waise bhi 2 wheeler pe hai.. kuch bataayaa use toh 5 minute mein woh kisi ko bataa nahi payega. Keep doing the good work bhai. This is all for the greater good. I have my eyes on you. One mistake and your house shall be a rubble the next moment. Jai Hind" saying the person cut the phone<br />
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Karan was sweating profusely and shut himself inside his Bedroom... He had to clear his mind...<br />
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While all this time his Neighbor, laughed hard at Karan's apathy... Locking his sattelite in his cupboard he was all smiles.<br />
"Poor guy... Tries so hard to break free but can't. Doesn't understand the implications".<br />
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The smile had gone off his face.<br />
For he remembered the time when his bungalow was bombed down by the same set of people.<br />
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"Everybody is a puppet here,left to die. The kings are the real puppet masters, cutting us off when the game's over"<br />
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-Shraviii<br />
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Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-2595153998971904322014-02-06T22:51:00.001+05:302014-02-07T23:57:14.283+05:30My Brother<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Before you read this... </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This was written with a perspective of a Rich boy talking to a boy from Sudan and other such famine hit countries...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">#Respect for them... ☺</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Our worlds were the same, our dreams so similar...<br>
Yet one look at him, he never seemed familiar...<br>
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We both loved our families, while they too loved us back.<br>
Yet today, while I grew stronger with them, he completely had lost their track...<br>
<br>We both had a roof above our heads, </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">And got our share of daily bread,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">But My house for me was my Home, </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">while that was something he had never seen, only read...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">While I slept, I slept peacefully, dreamed beautiful with nothing to care about the world,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">He slept, A numb heart, and a hurricane within his head into which he'd been Hurled...<br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My sun shines for me beautifully throughout day be it bright or dim,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">While his Sun blazes its wrath mercilessly on him.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I wake up everyday with dreams, aspirations and everything to move ahead,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My brother wakes up every morning wishing he was Dead.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">While I got respect and love from all the world around me,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">All he could ever garner was sympathy..</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I asked him how did this ever happen...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">When my world glitterer, how could yours darken..</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">He remained calm, while I grew restless,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">He said this is the same reason why they became helpless.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I asked him if he could sort his problems, I'd lend him some money,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">He said that had been the root cause of all the despairity, It was like a poison, which looked like Honey...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My brother here is found in every nook and corner,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">He comes, lives and dies a loner...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">His only wish is that the world would see,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">They are too a part of this societal Sea...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I hope a day does dawn when Disparities cease,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">But even while reading it, u know you hold the keys...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">-Shraviii</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div>
Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-67624718020174922862014-01-12T11:00:00.000+05:302014-01-28T09:16:51.257+05:30Fair Play<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It had been 3 weeks since Ali had been buying these lottery
tickets everyday. It had infact become a worry for his family since he was
spending all his savings on it...<o:p></o:p></div>
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One fine day as usual Ali picked up the playwin lotto
slip and was going to select the numbers,<o:p></o:p></div>
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when someone kept a hand on his shoulders and said
"Select 5, 24, 65, 72. I leave the 5th number to you. Lets see what luck
you've got.."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ali shrugged off his shoulders and said " kaun ho bhai
aap. Apne kaam se kaam rakhiyega. Fokat ke ye pravachan apne ghar pe
sunaaiye" <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Teri marzi..." grumbled the guy and walked
away...<o:p></o:p></div>
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That Sunday, Ali went to the lottery shoop to find out what
were the numbers...<o:p></o:p></div>
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"3 numbers bhi sahi aagye toh 1000 rupye toh ban
jayenge" he thought to himself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He was flabbergasted when the numbers came out as 5, 24, 65,
72, 91.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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"How could this happen. was that guy some babaji or
what" he wondered..<o:p></o:p></div>
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A thousand thoughts flooded his mind, when the same guy
came out of nowhere. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"So Ali, ready to make a deal. Its quite simple. I help
u win the lottery while u give me 5 lakhs. Not a rupee more, not a rupee less." The guy spoke
with a serious voice. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ali hung his head down and agreed reluctantly. "But
why did u choose me." Ali asked.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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"You'll See" smirked the guy while they walled back
towards Ali's bungalow.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ali had no money or asset except the house which was his ancestral wealth. Also how could he trust a guy who came out of nowhere only on verbal deal.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He decided to ask Nasser, his friend and the only educated fellow in the village. Only he could give him a sane solution, he thought.</div>
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Nasser, son of the zamindar (landlord), was simple and straight forward with his question. "Do you want to take such a risk? If Yes, I will arrange the funds."<br>
This lightened up Ali. he immediately nodded his consent.</div>
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"Look Ali, I'll need your house as a mortgage against the money I give you.My father wont lend a single paisa without a security, you know that well." Ali nodded again in agreement.</div>
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Nasser drew the papers while his accountant gave the money to Ali.</div>
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"Ali, dont give the entire money to him. Give half the amount now and the balance after the work is over. And at any point you feel cheated in the deal, just back out. At any cost I want my money back on time. I dont care what you do with it" Nasser said. </div>
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The next day the guy arrived at his place with an envelope...<br>
"Ready? You got the money?" He asked<br>
Ali nodded..<br>
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The guy put his hand forward. Ali hesitant handed half the money.<br>
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"What the heck is this, half money is not what we spoke. Give me the full amount now. And the next time, decide what you want to do for yourself. Dont go to your friends and leak the plans. You have No idea what you are up against."<br>
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"Now the full money or this" the guy removed a gun from his back and stuck it in his head.<br>
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Ali immediately raised both his hands and agreed to give the money.<br>
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Once he received the money, the guy gave Ali an envelope and said that the numbers were inside.<br>
"Dont worry, I dont make shitty deals" the guy said and walked away<br>
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Ali went to the lottery center and picked up those numbers, and waited patiently for a week..<br>
With each passing day he became more and more stressed and it was taking a toll on him.<br>
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Finally the day arrived and he went to the lottery center to claim his bounty.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He was awestruck when he saw the numbers on the grid. It matched exactly with the numbers he had chosen.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Thanking a thousand gods he went to the lottery center guy and gave his ticket and to claim he money</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">The lottery center fellow immediately was taken aback and called up someone from his telephone and confirmed the ticket number. </div><div class="MsoNormal">"Oh, okok sirjee. That's a great news. Bye" saying he put down the phone</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Ali was told yo come the next day and claim his money. Likewise he went to the store and waited with mixed feelings. He was relieved when the storekeeper called him in and handed him a suitcase. Ali was ecstatic. He could not believe his luck.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">He collected the money and without even counting it, left the place and headed straight to Nasser's home.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Nasser was happy when he heard the News.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">"10 lakhs you've won eh!!! Ab toh tu badaa aadmi ho gaya" smirked Nasser.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Finally after all the pleasantries were exchanged, Ali opened the suitcase to take out the 5 lakh rupees and give it to Nasser.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">And then something happened which made the world around Ali crumble....</div><div class="MsoNormal">The case only had 1 lakh rupees...</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">"No, No this must be a mistake.. This can't be right. There is only 1 lakh in here" Ali exclaimed. He was literally in tears.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">"Go asap and check with the Lottery fellow. Go now. I'llI'll try doing something from my end as well" remarked Nasser.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Ali ran all the way to the lottery shop. He was running with his life on his sleeve.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Eventually when he reached, he found that the store was closed and the shutter was downed. He was so mad with rage now that he went and opened the shutter up himself only to find the shop was vacant.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">How could this be possible. I met him just today morning he retorted to himself, While Nasser arrived at the spot along with a few policemen.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Nasser could only pat the crying fellow and ask him yo calm down. What else could he do.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The shop fellow had run away and going to the police was ineffective.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Nasser took Ali home and handed him a packet of 1 more lakh.</div><div class="MsoNormal">"This is for our friendship sake. Now take these 2 lakhs and go find some work in a city.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I have to tell you to vacate your house immediately, for I have to recover my 5 lakhs asap. If my father comes to know that I helped you, I'll be killed".</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Ali was dumbfounded. There was no way to go for him. He eventually decided to go to the city and find some work while living on rent in a small shanty. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">He called up Nasser to thank him for his help.</div><div class="MsoNormal">"Are its nothing Ali. U stay safe. That's enough" saying this, Nasser kept the phone down.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">He picked up the receiver to make another call.</div><div class="MsoNormal">"You received the full amount from Ali that day??"</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">"Yes Sir" said a person on the other side.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">"Cool.Enjoy. also keep a tab on that lottery shop fellow. He needs to stay away from the village as far as possible"</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">"Will be done sir" </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Nasser again disconnected and called another number...</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">"Shaikh sahib. Deal pakka samjho. Bungalow khaali kar diya aur mere naam karwaa liya".</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">"Are price is negotiable. You tell me what price do you want it for?"</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">"3 crores!!!! Deal. Main abhi papers banwaa deta hun"</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">Nasser hung up. He knew he was the real winner in this deal...</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal">-Shravii</div>
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Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-38178286248160882882013-06-20T23:36:00.000+05:302013-06-21T21:19:40.698+05:30Winner takes it all<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">His “Spidey” sense was working overtime today. “Killer Instincts" was what his friends called him.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Taking one last look at his work, He stepped on the gas and hit the road. His work there was done.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The D day had arrived. The clash of the titans for the coveted NPower football championship. The Red Giants were to take on The Royal Blues in an epic final.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Jose, the Reds coach was with his team. He was taking them through the pre-match warm up and practice. He'd noticed that the team was quite nervous. He signaled his team to round up.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Guys, I want you All to give your 100% while playing today. I know each one of you is a bit nervous on how to tackle Micheal’s goal scoring streak. But remember, if we stick to our style of play, we can literally reduce them to shreds. I believe in each one of you, question is, DO YOU?" Jose could sense that the team looked upbeat and ready.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Just then Thomas called him on his cell. "My Office, Now!!!”. Thomas was the director of The Red Giants Football Club and also was a footballer himself</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Jose knocked "May I come in"...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Oh cut the crap old man... Come on in and sit" Thomas exclaimed.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Jose wondered what was so important just 10 minutes to the game. But all he could manage was a smile.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"So, the lads ready for the game eh?" Thomas asked.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Of course, the preps have been fantastic. I am confident about the team." Jose spoke.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"And, you have made any special arrangement for handling Michael" Thomas winked. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"What, No No. No special plans. Our gameplay is our strength you know that Thomas" Jose remarked.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"To hell with your game play Jose. I know Michael won’t be playing today for the Blues.They say he met with a freak accident yesterday night and fractured his toe. Now all of us know that without Michael, their team doesn’t have a chance."</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Oh yes sir, but they also do have other players!!!" and Jose sarcastically spoke while smiling devilishly.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Thomas rose from his desk, went towards Jose's chair and putting his hand on Jose's shoulder, </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Well played boy. You, my man, are the Man of the Match today. You almost single handedly won Reds the match"</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Actually I use both my hands while driving Thomas" Jose remarked and both shared a laugh.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"By the way, did you wipe the blood off your car" Thomas enquired.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Not a trace" Jose rose from his chair and waved goodbye, while he could hear the sound of the fans cheering Reds 2nd goal in 10 minutes.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">-Shraviii</div>
Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-75379867032542023272013-06-14T14:12:00.001+05:302013-06-14T21:18:26.150+05:30Deceptions<p dir=ltr>Akmal just kept starring at John... Their lives were so different. Yet as fate would have it, both lived under the same roof...<br>
"U both are such Contrasting personalities", their landlord would exclaim whenever he saw John.. look at Akmal beta. So calm and composed. U on the other hand, Hopeless.</p>
<p dir=ltr>But Akmal envied john... <i>"Such a carefree bandha he is... Look at me...</i><br>
<i>A terrorist jihadi, sent to kill people"</i></p>
<p dir=ltr>Akmal was slowly starting to feel love within him unto others. A year back he had so much hatred filled inside that he wanted to kill anyone in sight...<br>
But now he wanted to live. He could not confess to anyone about his background or motive. Not even to John. For he feared repercussions. </p>
<p dir=ltr>He always kept to himself. "Not a single extra word to be uttered" were his precise orders from across the border. And he was living in Mumbai under the disguise of a Engineering Aspirant from Kolkata who was scheduled to give his entrance exams..</p>
<p dir=ltr>John also was an aspirant but he seldom cared to study.. he enjoyed his life to the fullest, but through his own simple means. He loved music and Football and always would take Akmal to watch him play..</p>
<p dir=ltr>Such was the camaraderie which got built in a matter of 7 months that both became dependant and more importantly, Akmal had changed. </p>
<p dir=ltr>One day while listening to a Lucky Ali song "Anjaane raho mein" a tear came out of Akmal's eye and he broke down in front of John... He narated his entire past...</p>
<p dir=ltr>"I wanna leave this Jihad" Akmal exclaimed when,</p>
<p dir=ltr>Bang Bang Bang...</p>
<p dir=ltr>3 bullet shots were fired.<br>
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<i>"Saalaa insaan banne chala tha ye akmal kaminaa. Kya training de rahe jo tum log waha pe. Abhi 4 aur ko bhej do.Aur yaad rahe, mere baare mein kuch nahi bataanaa. Parakhna mera kaam hai"</i><br>
Rehman disconnected his satellite phone. Ever since his plastic surgery in Pakistan, he looked atleast 5years younger...</p>
<p dir=ltr>"John" he smirked "What a funny name I've got"</p>
<p dir=ltr>-Shraviii</p>
Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-17143708210997075202013-06-07T00:16:00.001+05:302013-06-08T11:20:01.983+05:30Swades<p dir=ltr>Param waited patiently at the local municipality office with his son and his father for his turn. <i>"Aaj ye flood relief ka kaam khatam karke hi jaataa hun"</i> he mumbled. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Their town had witnessed heavy flooding recently due to a nearby dam overflowing.  He himself was quite well to do and had no interest in the flood relief which the state had declared for the residents. </p>
<p dir=ltr><i>"Areeee aur kitna time lagegaa sahib.Hum garibon ke pet mein laath mat maariye janaab. Poori kheti beh gayi hai aur ghar mein ek daanaa anaaj nahi bacha" </i><br>
Param's attention immediately turned towards the commotion at a officer's desk nearby.</p>
<p dir=ltr><i>"Abbe Oye bhikari ki aulaad" </i>The govt officer exclaimed <i>"Jyaadaa shaanaa banega na toh saale nakli entry karke tere hisse ka anaaj aur paisa main le loonga. Jyaadaa hoshiyari na kar."</i></p>
<p dir=ltr>Just then as Param returned to his own file, He heard a thundering slap...</p>
<p dir=ltr><i>Sataaaaaaak</i>...</p>
<p dir=ltr>The next moment though, the officer was on the ground while the farmer who slapped him stood there fuming furiously. Param immediately left the place..</p>
<p dir=ltr>On the way back in his car, he exclaimed to his son <i>"Bade hokar tum aise kabhi ni karoge, Samjhe... Ye kisi sarkaari naukar ko maarna fully galat baat hai. Yaar kuch rishwat de diya toh kya ho jata.. ISS DESH KA KUCH NAHI HO SAKTA"</i></p>
<p dir=ltr>His father who was listening patiently interupted.. <br>
"Param, the last statement u made did hurt me a bit. <br>
Tht poor farmer had nothing to fall back on. Only the govt money which he is rightfully supposed to get.. In a way, he stood up for his rights..For in his mind, tht was the only hope which remained."</p>
<p dir=ltr>When I was in the freedom movement I always had the option to choose... Either peaceful means or revolutionary methods... But all were directed in one direction... A Ray of Hope... Independence to my nation... Though our methods were completely world apart, at no point did we even think ki iss desh ka kuch nahi ho sakta...</p>
<p dir=ltr><i>"Badlaav aayegaa, aur tum hi ye badlaav laoge.. mujhe yakin hai"</i></p>
<p dir=ltr>Param smiled...It had been 15 years since that incident in the year 2013.</p>
<p dir=ltr>And his dad was as always Right... The change had indeed arrived... Though through tough choices... Neverthless....</p>
<p dir=ltr>-Shraviii</p>
Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-88821566255840273822013-05-31T00:16:00.000+05:302013-06-03T11:59:59.420+05:30Truth the leveller<p dir=ltr>"Aaj kitno ko chuna lagaaya bhai. Bag toh badaa bhaari lag raa hai" Chamanlaal exclaimed when they met in their so called office...<br>
"3 laalchi business wale, aur ek churan faayde ka sauda. Fir kya, Loot liya.. Poore 20 lakh.. Haraami kitne laalchi hain re ye sheher wale. Apnon ko bech denge faayde ke liye" Raj exclaimed.<br>
"Toh tu kaunsaa doodh ka dhula hai bey" Chaman added, while they both shared a laugh.</p>
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<p dir=ltr>He had been working with Sundaram Chit Funds for the past 1 year. Raj knew that the business was a sheer scam. But he got a big cut, so he enjoyed duping people</p>
<p dir=ltr>   Yet, that day was so different. He just entered his cabin when he saw a form on the table. </p>
<p dir=ltr>He just lifted to see the form and froze in horror with what he saw...</p>
<p dir=ltr>Name:Smt.Nirmala Devi. The photo confirmed it all... His mother's form had been filled in... She was just duped by a scamster in his own office. His world fell apart... His conscience pricked... </p>
<p dir=ltr> He could not believe what had happened. Anger steadily started rising within him....</p>
<p dir=ltr>"Aaarrrrrgh' he shouted on top of his voice while throwing the vase kept on the table on the mirror on the wall... His anger was so intense that he wanted to beat up every single person in his office who was a part of the scam...</p>
<p dir=ltr>But somehow his legs just gave up and he sat down in his chair nearby. Tears which had evaded him till date started trickling down his face... He sobbed uncontrollably...</p>
<p dir=ltr> He wanted to talk to her... but what would he say. "Aapka beta chor hai Maa" he spoke to himself..</p>
<p dir=ltr> He lifted his mom's application and the cash and kept it in his bag... He reached home and there she was waiting for him with a smiling face...</p>
<p dir=ltr>  He ran and hugged her and started to cry loudly... His mother, though shocked initially at his reaction, calmed him down... She sat down on the floor while Raj rested his head on her lap..</p>
<p dir=ltr>He narrated the entire incident to her while she grew more shocked at the incidents which he narrated. "Main bahut bura insaan hun maa"</p>
<p dir=ltr>"Listen beta", she spoke calmly as though she had everything planned in her mind.</p>
<p dir=ltr>"When u started working for this scamsters, you knew what you were doing. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Being quite well educated,You always had a choice naa.. To choose between what is right and wrong. It is the path which we take which makes us who we are..  <br>
Just because your mother got duped today, it pricked ur conscience and hurt you badly. Just imagine what would be going through the people whom you've looted all this while. Unke bhi toh Maa, Pitaji, Biwi bachhe honge naa. Kya pataa ab woh kis haal mein honge."</p>
<p dir=ltr> "Now I'll not say much further, but you know what you should do. I trust you on that". She got up and went into her room...</p>
<p dir=ltr>That moment, Raj got up, and left his house... he reached the street and called out his usual rickshaw wala frnd.. He knew what he had to do...</p>
<p dir=ltr>"Oye Birju, Chal Ramnagar Police Station"...</p>
<p dir=ltr>"Kyu bhai kuch jhol hua kya" asked Birju....</p>
<p dir=ltr>"Haan, Jhol hua...Par ab se nahi hoga.. Aaj surrender karunga khudko... nayi shuruwaat hai ye" Raj said while he climbed into the auto. </p>
<p dir=ltr>He knew he had made the correct choice this time<br><br></p>
<p dir=ltr>-Shravii</p>
Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-83973540026304315942013-05-24T08:12:00.001+05:302013-05-24T08:27:01.331+05:30Micro Fiction: Ego: I won right???<p dir=ltr>The meter read Rs.27.00.<br>
Akash gave 3 10Rupees notes to the rickshaw walah and waited for his change...<br>
"<i>Chutta nahi hai... 7 rupya khulla do"</i> sandesh the rickshaw wallah said.</p>
<p dir=ltr><i>"Nahi hai matlab kya yaar. Poora din toh sawaari kiya naa.. kaise nahi hai chutta. Check kar, zarur hoga tere paas".</i><br>
Sandesh outraged said <i>"Ab tu decide karega ki mere pocket mein kitna chutta hai saale".</i></p>
<p dir=ltr><i>"Abbe saala kisko bola bey. Jyaadaa udtaa hai kya. Rukh teri main bajaataa hun</i>". He called up om the RTO helpline and within 5 minutes the local Beat Marshall came to the spot.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Sensing trouble Sandesh apologised to the RTO Marshall and Akash and paid the 3 rupees change. Yes.. he had 3 rupees change all the time.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Next day while akash was crossing the road to catch his usual rick to office,<br>
A carrier van which rammed into him and he died on the spot...<br>
The van did not stop and nobody even noticed the number of the vehicle. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Vikas the van driver told sandesh <i>"Saale kutte, 3 rupye ke liye ye tune kya karwaaya merese!!!! </i><br>
<i>Jaan le li ek bandhe ki sirf 3 rupya chutte ke liye".</i></p>
<p dir=ltr><i>"Saalaa mereko pulice mein pakdaane wala tha... abhi pahucha diya upar seedha. End mein apun jeet gaya na???"</i></p>
<p dir=ltr>Vikas just nodded his head in disbelief.</p>
<p dir=ltr>-Shraviii</p>
Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-69197942318897332242013-05-22T00:08:00.001+05:302013-05-22T01:36:42.690+05:30Winning is everything????<p dir=ltr>"Oye Veeru" Jay Mehra yelled thru the intercom... <i>"Takle ne bulaya hai..Jaldi aa jaa</i>"<br>
"<i>Thik hai tum jaanaa, main piche aataa"</i> Veeru mumbled in his broken hindi...</p>
<p dir=ltr>Veerabhadra Mudaliar had been working with Royal Valves for almost 10years in their Madurai office and yet, he could not grasp hindi at all.. He always ended up putting in bits and pieces together. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Back in their boss Anand Takloo Gupta's cabin, both Veeru and Jay presented their ideas to him on a deal which both were working to grab .<br>
<i>"Jay...tera idea achha hai Satyam pumps ke liye. ye client ko tu hi deal kar aage se"</i> Anand exclaimed...<br>
<i>"But Anand, Ye idea nahi kaam karna Madurai mein. Main tamil log ko achhe se jaantaa"</i> exclaimed Veeru.</p>
<p dir=ltr>"NO VEERABHADRA, u will not interfere in this project anymore..IS THAT CLEAR???" Takloo exclaimed in a rather high pitch. "Ok Anand" Veeru tamely sighed and left the cabin.. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Veeru was Very Upset. Being the top most performer year after year and getting all biggies as clients into this company, he thought he shud have got the 1st preference.<br>
"Bloody Northy Donkey" he mumbled under his breath while Jay came up to him to talk...</p>
<p dir=ltr><i>"Takle ke saamne bhadaktaa kyu hai tu.. thik hai ek hi toh client gaya..tere inne saare aur bhi toh hain.. chill maar oye"</i> Jay said and went into his own cabin.</p>
<p dir=ltr>He immediately called up his best friend, his dad..<br>
"Appa... help" he exclaimed and narrated the whole incident..<br>
His dad exclaimed "Dont worry kanna, God is great". And he hung up.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Jay had informed Anand that the client had asked for a month's time to get back on the deal, since the deal value ran into crores...</p>
<p dir=ltr>After a month, Jay called the accountant of Satyam Pumps, but his landline was not working anymore...<br>
Feeling something amiss, He immediately reported it to Anand..</p>
<p dir=ltr>Anand fortunately had the owner's mobile number, just in case if a call was to be made...<br>
He called him up immediately..<br>
"Hello Satyam Ramamurthy sir, How r u doing. This side Anand Gupta from Royal valves. What happened Sir, we were supposed to close the deal"</p>
<p dir=ltr>"Gupta, which world are you living in...<br>
I sold my company 10days back and now I am a independent director in it...<br>
Seriously, try to keep a closer tab on ur clients" Exclaimed Satyam.</p>
<p dir=ltr>"Ohhh!!!!! Is tht so.. I was not aware of this development" sighed Anand. Sweat had started forming on his forehead due to the News which he heard later...<br>
He realised there was a bigger game being played out there.</p>
<p dir=ltr>He immediately hung up, and summoned both Jay and Veeru immediately...</p>
<p dir=ltr>"Jay, I am taking you out of the Pumps deal. They specifically want a Tamil speaking person only to deal with them".<br>
"<i>So Veeru kal se tum handle kar lena unko"</i></p>
<p dir=ltr>"Lekin boss what happened suddenly with Satyam Pumps. Till last month they were ok with me handling them." Jay exclaimed</p>
<p dir=ltr>BECAUSE IT WAS SATYAM PUMPS TILL LAST WEEK.<br>
Its now MUDALIAR PUMPS and they specifically want Veerabhadra to handle their account....</p>
<p dir=ltr>Jay realised what had just happened and left the cabin quietly and was walking towards his,  when Veeru smirked at him and said "I ALWAYS WIN BUDDY...Veerabhadra Mudaliar ALWAYS <u>HAS</u> THE LAST LAUGH"</p>
<p dir=ltr>-Shraviii</p>
Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-30131627311880131252013-02-11T00:54:00.000+05:302013-02-11T00:54:28.148+05:30Her World<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She's always kept to her own self.. Her 3 children meant the world to her...<br />
For, in her eyes, it was a cruel, ugly and cold world outside,and the only thing she was worried about was protecting her little ones from it. They called the small structure their home and were quite happy. <br />
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Yet the sight of Ramlal approaching towards her got her worried. It brought back her old memories.<br />
He'd killed all of her kin and yet nothing ever happened to him. It was as if she'd lost her voice.No one heard her. <br />
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But Ramlal's footsteps brought her back to reality.<br />
Today was different... Ramlal was accompanied by a Fat guy whom he was trying desperately to impress... "Sahib" he called him..<br />
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Ramlal walked nearby her place and showed him the area... He did not even pay heed to her...<br />
"Kitna kachraa hai yahaan" mumbled the sahib much to Ramlal's discomfort.<br />
"Hum yahaan reh nahi sakte.Ye sab Fataafat saaf karwao" he said pointing towards her home<br />
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Ramlal sprang into action and assured his sahib that everything will be taken care of.<br />
"Bas aaj shaam tak ka time de dijiye. main ye poora kachra saaf kar doonga".<br />
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For her, this meant trouble. Ramlal had already destroyed their settlement 2 years back and her entire family had got killed when they opposed it.<br />
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Ramlal immediately signaled his men to start working and destroy her house...<br />
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The men took up their instruments and neared towards her...<br />
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It was precisely at that moment she'd made up her mind on what to do..<br />
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She grabbed her 3 children immediately ran across the room and into the adjoining room.<br />
Their she found a small hole and immediately she and her children hid in there...<br />
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And the men started their work.. Whooosh..with 1 hit they destroyed her entire home...<br />
All that she had was gone,... <br />
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But she was not perturbed at all... She stood still...<br />
She calmly watched as Ramlal's men cleaned up the house..<br />
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While Ramlal called up his Sahib to tell him that his Farmhouse was now clean,<br />
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The Spider knew that she could weave her web anywhere anytime she wanted... <br />
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-Shraviii</div>
Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-87521062731511025372012-12-06T23:46:00.004+05:302012-12-06T23:46:55.693+05:30Last Man Standing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Captain Singh was at cross roads.... His small regiment was almost down to 2 jawans...<br />
He had fought the enemy in this territory for so many years now...<br />
It was as if this was his backyard and he was the SHER...<br />
But still to date it surprised him like hell...<br />
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His 2 men had fallen like a pack of cards to snipers... God what on earth had he thought when he'd committed to this... 48 hours his team had been on their toes.. Countless attempts foiled the terrorists and still they did not accept defeat...<br />
And he feared the end was not near.. He did not even know how log they would have to go without food, water and most importantly rest...<br />
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He sensed some movement somewhere ahead... "Guys.. Ready ho jao..Aage hi chupe baithe hai chu**ye saale". Gaye 48 ghanton se maar ke rakh di hai"<br />
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Suddenly there was a loud THUD... "Oye kya hua" Singh asked...<br />
"Dada, headshot.. RIP terrorist 1. Bas ek baaki aur hai chupa hua hai kamina woh door ke peeche" replied his jawan<br />
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Suddenly out of nowhere, bang bang.. 2 shots in a row.... the terrorist made a last attempt to cause max damage... It hit the captain directly on his head and chest...<br />
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The Captain lay down on the ground , DEAD... <br />
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But it was just a few seconds and the monitor flashed " Counter Terrorists win"....<br />
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Huffffffff...Sighed Anshul.... "What would life be without Counter Strike"<br />
while his other friends looked up from their laptops and shouted CHEERS to CS.....<br />
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-Shraviii<br />
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Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-44727101564949585262012-09-11T01:56:00.002+05:302012-09-11T01:56:35.090+05:30The Guerrilla<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The meeting place was decided. Right behind the sewage drain which ran through the outskirts of the town.. Simply because no one came there after 7pm<br />
He'd said the attack would take place that evening... and come what may it'll be executed...<br />
There was no plan B. Neither was there a plan A.<br />
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Nobody knew each other in that group... They all only knew him. No one knew who he was or what he did.. He'd gathered them with a common purpose.."Destruction"<br />
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He had already formed flanks within the group.<br />
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With his loud voice he thundered "My brothers, I know they are way more than us and can easily overpower us. But we'll fight till death"<br />
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"Attack".... They all moved towards the town through 3 different directions.<br />
No strategy nothing.. Just attack whatever comes your way..<br />
His army took to the streets and now barged into homes of people.. <br />
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But something strange happened..It seemed the town was already prepared for this attack..<br />
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His men fell. They were no match to the modern weapons used..The attack had gone horribly wrong..<br />
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But he was not the one to give up... He charged towards the town and barged into a bunglow..<br />
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He entered the living room and was just about to attack when......WHACK...<br />
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"He" died peacefully, knowing that this was not the end for his people, and that his death shall be avenged..<br />
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-Shraviii <br />
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Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-70709114654326428182012-08-30T22:50:00.001+05:302012-08-30T23:08:46.087+05:30FriENDships last???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stan never thought it wud get this far, after all Miranda had been his best pal since college.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stan, a topper in his class, a favourite among his professors,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">while Miranda was one of those average girls who always thought career was a joke and slumber parties were more important.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But something between them clicked well.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most of their friends thought they wud eventually get married, but fate had a different plans..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Miranda got married to a US Marine while Stan had no such plans.. But their friendship lasted...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It became even more stronger when Stan stood by her side all along when Miranda's husband died fighting the Taliban in afghanistan during the war.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stan asked Miranda to work with him in his Company. An offer she couldnt say No to. Stan spoke to the director of the company which ensured tht both Miranda and her 2 year old son were taken good care of. Through all this difficult time Stan stood by her. The friendship blossomed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even Miranda started to feel nice around him. She was slowly coming out of her depression and always had a thought tht Stan wud be a great Dad to her son. She sometimes stared at him with a smile for No reason at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Coming back, Today was different. He was stressed out. What he was going to say, was going to decide the fate of their Relationship.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Its only 3 words.. You can do it." he said to himself..</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He wondered how he was going to muster so much courage to tell this to her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">He </span><span style="color: #222222;">practiced</span><span style="color: #222222;"> himself before the mirror saying them confidently, but hopelessly failed. He had never done this before.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He asked his secretary to call Miranda upto his cabin asap.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She came up in no time.</span></div>
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"Knock Knock".. "Heyaaa Stan..U called"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He waved her to come inside.. His heartbeat increasing with every step she took in.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Miranda, You are FIRED"</span></div>
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Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-72331674017508153952012-08-20T00:37:00.000+05:302012-08-20T00:55:03.673+05:30Second Thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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For Ajay, the term "A pen is mightier than a sword" couldn't have been more apt.<br />
What he was gonna write today, he knew, would never get published. No bouquets,but brickbats would surely follow.</div>
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But Ajay felt differently today, like He was the editor, aur jo woh chahegaa wahi likhegaa.<br />
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He
started with politics. He wrote how a worthwhile Finance minister of
his days had now become a mere puppet of an Italian Lady and her Band of
Pimps.<br />
How the country was both ruled and opposed by a band of thieves. "Jo bhi aayegaa Satte mein, Loot ke Jaayegaa Saste mein".<br />
We dont need an enemy in the battlefield, This country can self destruct internally, he thought.<br />
He added, "Nothing wrong with what happened in Assam. U don't cross
borders and then screw with my people. If u do, be prepared to be kicked
out".<br />
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Suddenly shifting to Olympics..Whats with China. Why aren't
we even close to competing with them.. Don't blame it all on corruption.
There is No willpower within our people in here.<br />
Even parents dont encourage their children, let alone the govt.<br />
And our Movies are worse than our Olympic performances. At least our athletes give in their 100% in what they do... All actors know is to show off their bodies, while actresses show off their cleavages to gain publicity...<br />
He wondered with so many Policemen kept on duty just for these film stars and their security,who on earth will solve daily crimes... And then u say Crime rates are increasing... Strange...<br />
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He
stopped writing for a moment and wiped the sweat on his forehead. No it
was not what he wrote that had caused the sweat, but the repercussions
that would follow.<br />
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Thoughts flew endlessly in Ajay's mind, while he kept writing them down..<br />
He was in his own world and everything was going good..... EXCEPT......<br />
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A loud bell brought him back to Reality.....<br />
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"Ajay" the lady called out his name "Jaldi Assignment dena", while he smiled weakly and gave her whatever he'd written....<br />
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Roll No.15 knew he had flunked his Semester 3 Engineering Assignments again....</div>
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Sravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305123081921827340noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849712801771941932.post-28286956758069499382012-08-14T23:40:00.004+05:302012-08-14T23:40:38.716+05:30The Awakening<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Salim knew what he had to do..<br />
He had waited for this moment ever since he'd seen his father do it.<br />
Many of his own kin told him it was futile. They said no one benefited out of this. <br />
Some even threatened him of dire consequences.<br />
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But salim thought differently. He thought this was greater than JIHAD.<br />
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Starting his bike, he looked at his worried ammi and said "koi galat
kaam nahi kar raha main.<br />
Ye bhi allah ka kaam hi hai, hum sabki
kushahmati ke liye".<br />
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He rode quickly to his destination, a government building.<br />
He knew what he had in his hands was the more powerful than any other
weapon made.<br />
What he was going to do today would decide the fate of a
billion people.<br />
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He entered the building and made his way upto the 1st floor. Room
no.104 it was. He flashed his ID to the official present, who looked at
him with suspicion for a moment and allowed him to enter.<br />
Inside the room he was all alone. All the equipment was already set up. All he had to do was push the button.<br /><br />
This was it. The moment he had waited for such long time.<br />
He closed his eyes to gather himself for a moment...<br /><br />
Then opening his eyes , taking a deep breath he pressed the button....<br />
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"Beeeeep" .... Salim had cast his vote...</div>
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