<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:37:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Mysterious gems</title><description>Mumbai. Mystery. Me.</description><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-861774887832491608</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-12T19:54:11.221+05:30</atom:updated><title>story so far.......</title><atom:summary type="text">Here&#39;s a small recap of what has happened so far..........

It&#39;s actually nobody&#39;s birthday but the ones with birhtdays in February are throwing a party to their friends. Party is thrown by AbsD, Nikhar, ShubBHU (Oh... did i just write that?? Gosh... he&#39;ll be getting really angry... Just like those Girls in chinese cartoons on Animax... ) and Sameer (whtvr.. he&#39;s not much of a star material... </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-so-far.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-1341312202211181527</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-10T20:44:52.829+05:30</atom:updated><title>a rare gem: The Blue Umbrella</title><atom:summary type="text">
So, as the movie starts, you see an entire land covered with snow and amidst the misty fog, a small girl circling under a mysteriously enchanting umbrella. The starting credits say it’s a classic. These are not the movies that you get to see in abundance, these are treasures kept only for the worthy and the ones who really wish to have it. The Blue Umbrella is in a true sense a classic movie.
</atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/10/rare-gem-blue-umbrella.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-6771665193630678637</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 05:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-27T10:46:50.838+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 12: The Curious Case Of Pranav Kulshreshtha!</title><atom:summary type="text">
So he went to the seat where Pranav was sitting but while he was going there Abbas warned him not to as Pranav was not talking to anybody. 
But as the author had said just like a bad habit the thought of the two missing people though negated by Namrata and Sameer’s appearance which had resurfaced again when Sameer mentioned seeing Uday had caught Nikhar’s mind in a whirlwind. So instead of </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/07/episode-12-curious-case-of-pranav.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-566825533142192300</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-15T11:27:01.515+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 11: Of unexpected Hits &amp; Misses</title><atom:summary type="text">So, as they reached the coast of Mandava-the docking point of catamarans from where the passengers would be taken through the Alibag village by Buses, everyone was smiling and pretending to have a whale of time when they were not. (Everyone wanted to board on the first ferry back to Gateway of India but they carried on).
Two blue buses awaited Nikhar and his group. While they were getting off the</atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/07/episode-11-of-unexpected-hits-misses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-1960442426382971302</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 05:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-15T11:15:40.500+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 10: That Mousieee!!!! He can&#39;t be here!</title><atom:summary type="text">“That mousie… he can’t be here. Do you know how he behaved today in the morning? He pretended to be asleep and intentionally slept in the front-room so that everybody would ask him whether he’s coming or not and when nobody asked… he himself got up and announced that he was not coming” said Rohan. But Nikhar noticed that even after saying that he wasn’t sure. 
So as he was contemplating the idea </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/07/episode-10-that-mousieee-he-cant-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-3601025430721100972</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 11:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-07T16:46:41.726+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 9: 48 out of 50!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Although it was a group, it was more of a composition of many subgroups. Some of them mixed well between them while the others were friends just for the sake of it. So once the catamaran gathered speed and moved towards their destination, all the subgroups isolated and headed their private discussions.
While Nikhar and Nitesh Kumar Sharma were in a heated argument so as to who should be a part </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/07/episode-9-48-out-of-50.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-6314664542868437910</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-04T21:04:38.025+05:30</atom:updated><title>For a change: Reviewing Delhi Belly</title><atom:summary type="text">
After a long five month’s itch, I finally watched a Hindi Cinema in theatres. And technically this too wasn’t Hindi either although it had some of the best Hindi words spoken by Vijay Raaz in parts. 
Delhi Belly is not at all a Bollywood movie. Right from its narration, script and even dialogues, it follows a route that Bollywood movies generally don’t. For an example, the director who wanted to</atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-change-reviewing-delhi-belly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvdwIk2uTtTGogoSV696pcAey3QpqS-DLgBL1q4yEQsTxccx7655Us7frNRZ09GS8G2OJ6D3JK42TSy0vfRm3qqiWE__qjS3C5H0wKdwmBrgFFWa5w1ehfDR1hsVeOciMvAXtLMqlbZpg/s72-c/Delhi+Belly+Movie+Review.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-4133279240626703442</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 11:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-03T16:45:30.428+05:30</atom:updated><title>Chapter 2 Preview</title><atom:summary type="text">
Chapter 2: What Happened on the Alibag trip?
When one’s mind is filled up to the brim with heady concoctions blanking ones vision that one starts feeling dizzy, perhaps than the most certain thing that may occur is that one would overlook something which is very natural and almost too easy. One believes that a complex problem can’t have such a simple solution. It was the same thing that seemed </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-2-preview.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-4557141436893281890</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 09:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-24T15:18:51.790+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 8: Of Seagulls chatter and DEATH!!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Once on they all reached the upper deck, most of them took their seats closer to the edges where they could see the boat departing away from Gateway of India, the beauty of the sea and yes… the playful seagulls.&amp;nbsp;
So there is a saying in Bombay regarding the early morning chatter of these seagulls. Flying just above the sea-water and touching the water with their feet creating a stream of </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/episode-8-of-seagulls-chatter-and-death.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-6949570688608476901</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 09:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-24T15:05:03.850+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 7: The Last of the Introductions</title><atom:summary type="text">Episode 7: The last of the introductions... bringing to you the last few Culprits of the Alibaug Trip.



A proper sandwich bag, along with two bottles of buttermilk inside was first of the many things that Nikhar noticed about that strange looking couple. It looked to him that the lady well past her prime had decorated herself profusely and was rather just over trying just like Shray Desai. On </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/episode-7-last-of-introductions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-3549145910614229692</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2011 07:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-21T19:09:43.706+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 6: Before boarding the Shahjahan!</title><atom:summary type="text">
At 7 am in the morning, Nikhar got off from the Taxi and headed towards the grandeur of Gateway of India. He always thought that it wasn’t the monument alone but the emphatically beautiful surroundings that made that place extra little special. 
On the corner he saw his friends Satya Ranjan, Shray Desai and Aaditya Jaju. All of the three no matter what time of the day it may be, had their </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/episode-6-before-boarding-shahjahan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-4759301990109568320</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 10:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-21T19:11:57.957+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 5: Of a tale(marriage) full of sorrows</title><atom:summary type="text">


On either side you had a pathetically boring husband who would get angry at every little thing and an absolutely innocent, foolish wife who always thought that the angry husband liked him. Of course like a rare sun in Cherapunjee, there were those dinners, movie, and delicious homemade food (and sex), but in the midst of it all there was only a shadow of love. They were just ten when they were</atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/episode-5-most-revealing-post-read-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWxzineVcVFzmj5pjtH32LwluY3vz6D-7hqIkjMf8adnQS43KrtQ5i6vC5OI2_JkJobTpHuuqsPLYl-oSvcqog-znbtc18aPfDAY-Mk0Hgqpi1H0sTaD3GC3vT5CSuWbX6llY3B9Ls7k/s72-c/husband+sleeping.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-2061844743355496832</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 10:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-12T15:35:18.168+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 4: Of a Parsi Massacre</title><atom:summary type="text">
Episode 4: Of a Parsi Massacre
The renaissance of Rahim Khan was momentary. As he and his daughter took rebirth below a Parsi shelter, the clouds of despair circled above that Parsi abode. Not a day longer had Rahim’s ear gone mad hearing a confused Gujarati or should one say confused English, did the Muslims in his provinces find out that he had been adopted by a Parsi. The only fact that </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/episode-4-of-parsi-massacre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-3777042829829774131</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2011 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-04T19:06:36.073+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 3: Reaching Gateway of India (THE SUPER POST!)</title><atom:summary type="text">The reason why I say that it&#39;s a super post because... It includes a SUPER MISER (Nikhar i.e. myself!) SUPER SINGER (Pranay), SUPER GEEK 1 (Abbas) and SUPER GEEK 2 (Uday).. so sit back and enjoy.. btw... story&#39;s on the move!&amp;nbsp;


Episode 3: Reaching Gateway...&amp;nbsp;



Half expecting the morning to be extremely chilling in February, Nikhar Oza shivered while standing on the edge of the </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/episode-3-reaching-gateway-of-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-1236939381399279338</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2011 08:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-28T13:48:12.918+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 2: The Parsis and the Past!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Although their marriage was as ordinary and plain as all other marriages around the world are, their pairing was unusual. 
But one will gawk in bewilderment if I were to say that both Marian and Farooq belonged to the same family.
Marian was the daughter of Farooq’s mother’s brother. Both had grown up together playing in the backyard of their sea-facing building in Valkeshwar. And if those games</atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/05/episode-2-parsis-and-past.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-8807357212690357412</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2011 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-22T20:29:56.155+05:30</atom:updated><title>Episode 1: On the way...</title><atom:summary type="text">
The short-story sees three transitions1. On the way to alibag2. What happened at alibag3. And then!
Beginning&amp;nbsp;from today is the first chapter of the stories on the way to alibag.&amp;nbsp;
Synopsis: The story is a heady mixture of a Parsi couple (on their trip to Alibag) and a large group of friends who went one day on a trip to Alibag! And suddenly something ominous happened! MURDER! The first</atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/05/episode-1-on-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-5580450814717572002</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2011 11:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-19T16:57:11.049+05:30</atom:updated><title>CURTAIN RAISER: ALIBAG</title><atom:summary type="text">

Alibag- a short story (Cover Page)


Alibag- Back Page

</atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/05/curtain-raiser-alibag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPHhk2mtzZxnE6rVOa41hSJGaMcauBK3KSdKPBSlp1WLRfFWbsYq4yxTcza3VRGZE1-ARJbUMEpzs7o8j3d7M3eNalDjtm9aVfjkWpZI2dBk9Ge-DmuOdtMtu4ZOwit9jlBnEO3zw5mA/s72-c/alibag+coverpage.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-2821132013163376836</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2011 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-14T17:59:33.338+05:30</atom:updated><title>Bombay/Mumbai: A birdseye view!</title><atom:summary type="text">
I rose above the horizons spreading my wings like a tree spreads its branches and Mumbai woke up as usual with a tinge of chill passing through those fortunately empty roads.


I wonder that’s the reason, I’ve been given these feathers by almighty but it’s a little disappointing. Like a normal human being I can’t enjoy those tiny feelings, feeling of cold, and feeling of heat. But I can feel </atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/05/bombaymumbai-birdseye-view.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169709825530390424.post-8466333326245182583</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2011 12:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-14T17:48:06.290+05:30</atom:updated><title>New Blog! New Beginning!</title><atom:summary type="text">Hello, to all!

After a long while.. I&#39;m back again at writing Blogs!

Tiny Gems is a channel by which I&#39;ll be sharing with you the short stories, AND is there any other better way of beating the summer heat then sitting in your favorite corner of house and reading exciting little stories? (apart from Ice-Creams and Mango juice)

So whenever you feel like lazying around on net.. visit this blog!

</atom:summary><link>http://nikharshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-blog-new-beginning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nikhar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>