tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020Fri, 27 Jan 2012 08:20:16 +0000romancelove balladPoetic JusticeSRKDelhi DiariesdrabbleCancer2011hindideathFriendsFunny BoneHow she met himdreamshillongfirst-time adventuresNostalgiaMundane Matterschurchyearly reviewTravelTV TALKawardsgod100th postFilmy Gupshuplove storyTrivenibloggingfictionnituLessons life decided to teachA space for a self-professed narcissist. A world where nothing and no one can demarcate fiction from reality.http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)Blogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-7691313093228242578Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:12:00 +00002012-01-26T00:24:43.665+05:30FriendsLessons life decided to teachlove balladdreamFunny BoneFriday was like any other ordinary day in office. I had entered office shaking my head to the songs playing in my head. Before 10 o'clock Lopa had dislodged a glass tumbler from its right place spilling water all over Anuradha’s desk. Vinata had told us all about her new sweater and had agreed to all the compliments showered on her conveniently forgetting to thank the compliment givers.With the http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-i-met-oprah.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-757962276690535517Fri, 20 Jan 2012 17:37:00 +00002012-01-24T14:29:09.562+05:30romancedrabbleThe January air was cold as ice but she was surrounded by friends and the warmth of their laughter. With every sip and every bite her jokes got funnier and their laughter louder. She thought she had forgotten him forever. Just then, she saw his ghost in the face of a stranger. The stranger’s dimpled laughter reminded her cruelly of the time last winter when he had smiled and promised her the mosthttp://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2012/01/ghost.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-5968323155220867075Fri, 30 Dec 2011 07:13:00 +00002011-12-30T12:44:52.968+05:30yearly review2011<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-IN X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-challenge-accepted.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-2826254895335926254Mon, 14 Nov 2011 16:55:00 +00002011-11-14T22:40:25.503+05:30Poetic JusticeTriveniकल फिर कुछ कहूँगी मैं,तुम फिर सुनने का नाटक करना |इसी बहाने, परसों मिलने की आस रहेगी ||http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_14.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-844084665079969585Sun, 06 Nov 2011 17:37:00 +00002011-11-06T23:23:40.253+05:30Poetic JusticeTriveniतुम सुलगते रहे,मैं पिघलती रही,और वक़्त गुज़र गया|http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-8742548512782356609Mon, 31 Oct 2011 10:12:00 +00002011-10-31T15:44:24.879+05:30Poetic Justicelove storyTriveniOnce again, we meet at the crossroadBoth of us go our own wayTo meet again at another intersection.Connect the dots, one by oneStraight or crooked lines will formTry, you might be able to read our future.http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/10/us-and-our.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-6922572319276642601Tue, 25 Oct 2011 18:24:00 +00002011-10-26T17:17:30.649+05:30hindiPoetic JusticeTriveniबहुत नामों से तुम मुझे बुलाओगेकई नाम मैं भी दूँगी तौफे मैं तुम्हेंपर सुनो, 'सोना' मत कहना मुझे!त्रिवेणी (Triveni) is a form of poetry introduced by Gulzar. My first attempt in the genre. You can read about it here.http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/10/triveni.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-7248397101058807598Fri, 07 Oct 2011 17:15:00 +00002011-10-07T22:46:40.101+05:30Friendshindiदोस्त का लिबास पहन के आया था वोइसलिए अपना 'गुब्बार' छिपा ना सकीकल पता चला की अपने दोस्त की पैरवी करने आया थाखुशनसीब है कुछ लोग की उनके दोस्त बहुत अच्छे हैंhttp://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-777519024564789646Tue, 04 Oct 2011 18:39:00 +00002011-10-05T00:21:52.807+05:30How she met himdrabble<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-IN X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/10/3-how-she-met-him-wait.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-7410922273422465628Thu, 22 Sep 2011 18:12:00 +00002011-09-22T23:46:49.108+05:30Lessons life decided to teachdeathPoetic Justice<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-IN X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-want-to-be-strong-any-more.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-316890047353832200Sun, 28 Aug 2011 16:15:00 +00002011-08-29T22:41:05.448+05:30Lessons life decided to teachdrabble<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-IN X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-she-cries.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-5088472074016439198Tue, 09 Aug 2011 07:07:00 +00002011-08-09T14:08:54.026+05:30Lessons life decided to teachFunny Bone I’m not sure which is my favourite shoulder. Now, you would think that no one will ever ask this question and no one needs to know this vital piece of information. I’m sure even stars like SRK haven’t been asked this question. Surprise, surprise! I was asked this very question recently by my dear senior Anuradha. While shaking like a leaf minutes before the tattoo artist, Teji, needled me, I washttp://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-not-sure.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-7271253491241595272Fri, 05 Aug 2011 18:29:00 +00002011-08-06T17:06:37.645+05:30NostalgiaLessons life decided to teach<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-IN X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/08/letter-to-my-16-year-old-self.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-1317523158265600633Mon, 11 Jul 2011 18:55:00 +00002011-07-12T01:18:49.341+05:30CancerFriendsLessons life decided to teachgod<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/07/gods-chosen-one.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-4916746041522361787Mon, 28 Mar 2011 10:05:00 +00002011-03-28T16:08:43.348+05:30CancerLessons life decided to teachPoetic Justice<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pthttp://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/03/guilt-of-moment.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-2779742753344123826Thu, 17 Feb 2011 15:41:00 +00002011-02-17T21:18:35.005+05:30Lessons life decided to teachfirst-time adventuresDelhi Diarieslove balladfictionHis palms were huge. Broad at the base, they had tapered long fingers with neatly trimmed nails. The lines on his palm were few, dark, and deep. The strong forearms spoke of a man who had spent a lifetime engaging in physical labour. They exuded strength but at the same time it was easy to tell that the man could hold a baby without harming it. The hands could soothe a crying teenager after her http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/02/hands-and-smiles.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-2142228232662917961Wed, 16 Feb 2011 19:26:00 +00002012-01-26T20:49:06.318+05:30drabblePoetic JusticeA clean sheet of paper And a black pen Alphabets swimming Random words popping Unable to string a story I write about my misery I hope my troubles Entertain you a little Getting over a writer’s block I would have instead loved To give you a shock Destiny has a different plan Please bear with my whining If you really do care I will be back with words soon A promise to http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/02/bring-me-back.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-9092012485781203106Sat, 01 Jan 2011 18:48:00 +00002011-01-02T00:37:39.401+05:30yearly reviewLessons life decided to teachThe year 2010 was the year where most of my prayers were answered. I love to travel and this year, to my heart’s content travel I did. I love meeting new people and I am happy to say that the people, who have come into my life this year, by design or pure destiny, are some of the bests I have ever met. I made two appearances in the magazine sections of national dailies. I read books, explored http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-that-was-2010.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-9004847832519668168Thu, 30 Dec 2010 02:09:00 +00002010-12-30T07:39:42.131+05:30A 14-year-old girl was crouching in the corner, below the flight of steps. It was the space reserved for the huge broom used to clean cobwebs, especially during Diwali. Burying her face in her knees, she concentrated all her energy into suffocating her sobs. The April day was just not to her liking. While her friends were eagerly looking forward to the summer vacations and a break from http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2010/12/suffocating-sobs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-7522692840808653202Wed, 03 Nov 2010 18:41:00 +00002010-11-04T00:23:01.246+05:30Poetic JusticeA faithful follower<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2010/11/give-black-life.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-2291521944793886818Tue, 19 Oct 2010 11:51:00 +00002010-10-20T15:48:40.596+05:30Poetic JusticeShe braced herself and asked‘What kind of a husband do you dream of?’Irritated by the blank look she received,She continued, ‘List the qualities you desire.’Thousands of points rolling in her headCaused a turmoil that the blank look maskedThe daughter, took her time to answerThe most important question of her life.‘Let him be educated, not just literateHave a sense of humourSense of http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2010/10/wish-of-daughter.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-6018012791016020797Mon, 23 Aug 2010 16:52:00 +00002010-08-23T22:47:55.733+05:30Poetic JusticeSitting on my park bench seat I saw a child playing with a paper sheet He folded it once, and then twice I saw several slices of life as he folded it thrice They say pre-decided has been each fold Each crease is living its destiny I’m told But I was amazed to see the wrinkled mould As life in a million ways I witnessed unfold The fist that folds the first love letter The kiss http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2010/08/folds.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-4049781657592201801Thu, 22 Jul 2010 03:01:00 +00002010-07-22T08:48:35.263+05:30Poetic Justice <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2010/07/walk.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-229429037191638952Mon, 07 Jun 2010 16:21:00 +00002010-06-07T21:54:29.753+05:30hindiPoetic Justiceजो तुम्हारी अहमियत राहे-ज़िन्दगी में महसूस होती इजहारे दिल करने की गुस्ताखी ना की होती गुरूर तुम्हें हो ना कहीं अपने ही होने का गुज़री शामें जों, वो तुम्हारी जुस्तजू नहीं मेरे दिल की लगी थीं...****मैं अपनी दो बादामी आखों में समां रही हूँ तूफ़ान और यह विशाल अम्बर कुछ बूँदें ना रोक पायाhttp://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25721020.post-59124271640162590Tue, 01 Jun 2010 17:54:00 +00002010-06-01T23:34:10.863+05:30100th postPoetic Justice<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; http://priyankas-point.blogspot.com/2010/06/raise-toast-to-my-100th-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Khot)9