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Rose of suicide

noreply@blogger.com (Varun) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 02:24:21 PST

Rose of suicide

I sang all night, the night I cried,

I cried whole night, the night I died.

As I woke up, I could see my own body,

It felt little giddy, it felt real shoddy.

I went up and down, I went here and there,

I found myself hanging, in the soaking thin air.

I saw no long tunnel, I saw no bright light,

I ventured in the air like the freshly cut kite.

Then I saw a lake, a green fake lake,

Was it real lake or a cake angels bake?

I saw little angel, like a soft puppy,

Her eyes were slim, her lips were sloppy

Her wings where white, here eyes were green,

She was the cute fairy of my quintessential dream.

We saw the pink sun, we saw the grey showers,

On the bank of the lake we talked for hours.

“You hear the bells toll, you hear the black crow,

It’s been a long time, you must now go.”

“Take this red rose”, her sweet words said,

“Smell, this and I’ll come to you, if you feel sad”

She took me to a cliff, and shoved me down,

I crashed on my head, but I woke up in my bed.

No it wasn’t me, I wasn’t any dead.

It was my cute and lovely dream, which died instead.

I felt so lonely, so teary so low,

And so as I felt that, I had never felt so.

I took a decision, I picked the sharp knife,

To meet her again, I ended my life.

And then I started singing, I hummed all night,

The night I cried, was the night I died.

Even if I let you go

noreply@blogger.com (Tan) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 13:30:18 PST

I just want to ask thee
Before you leave me
In all these years we were together,
Did you love me, ever?

It was all clear on your face
You changed a lot these days
Fool of me, that I didn’t see you go away.
My life is at bay!

I knew girls don’t have a heart
I thought you to be poles apart
I fell prey to the dreams you showed,
To the solemn words you vowed.

Love, I know a lot about
But, I still have a little doubt
Is it fate that has parted us, or you?
It is hard to trust, but true!

There was so much in you
I always felt the bliss as new
As you leave me in the world of sorrow,
For a better tomorrow!

Even if I let you go
My love, I just want to know
Were all the words you said just fake?
For God’s sake!

Explicit terms, Implicit trust.

antarajo@gmail.com (Samata Joshi) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:35:41 PST

It's likely that this might not mean anything. Or this might mean everything. It's the degree of separation of acceptance and agreement. When i first started to write, I didnt know I could. Whether I could form sentences simply. It didnt make sense then to think. Then why now? It's the mere audacity of oneself, not even belief. Just the acceptance that you know it and you can do it. It isn't even difficult to inculcate things you learn, because "you learn whatever you want to do". It's not a compulsion or force. It's like how one sometimes hates gravity? And wishes to give back by learning how to fly a plane or a kite? I cant fly, so I run. I move on, because then it all makes sense. This running is not an act of cowardice or frustration. It's the other act of "running".
Where you know where you're going.
Headed someplace you know you will be resented. It's as simple as that.
There isnt a guide, there isnt a map, there isnt a future. There is just you and reality and illusion. (Richard Bach provides such insight I tell you. It's fortunate.)

Pleasure and pain both recieve each other well. Whether its a game, sex, a conversation, a relationship. We hurt because we apparently love. Pleasure and pain. Why is it so hard to listen to someone who is happy or sad? Mere jealousy? Or plain ignorance?

"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly."

This makes absolute sense. It's like the wheel of fortitude suddenly spinning in your direction with gratitude. The fortitude of a person to hold on to both pain and pleasure in thier lives is respectable for the fact of having emotion for the unknown or the very known. It's fundamentally human to depend on some figure for both these emotions. Fear to undergo it, is obvious ignorance of the same.

If you pick up the large black hat and there's no rabbit popping out of it, well, then, I guess you have seen what we explicitly call, reality.

Women's Day? Huh!

noreply@blogger.com (Varun) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 08:31:54 PST

Women's Day? Huh!

This is an era of celebrating days. Shedding off major chunck our responsibility towards certain endangered but important practices by celebrating a day or a week. Or may be commemorating something exactly opposite that has died a social death.

So how does one go on celebrating a women's day:-

1) Fighting for women emancipation on atleast that day?
2) Respecting women a little more that day?
3) Respecting women atleast on that day?
4) Pledge not to look at ongoing women's bodies on roads?
5) Pledging not to hit women in busy markets and streets?
6) Pledging not to molest girls in lonely places?
7) Pledging not to stare and stalk college going girls till they feel completely harassed?
8) Pledging not to kill a girl foetus?
9) Pledging not to rape a girl and not to ruin her life atleast on that day?

I think these rapes and molestations and female foeticide will go so common in future that govt. will have to announce:

-'Molestation free days'
-'Rape free weeks'
-'Special season's bonus to "non-rapists"
-'Financial help to families with two or more girl children alive

What have we become? Animals?

And

For those not 'confined to home after dark', those working late, those working in isolation, those walking on roads, those traveling in public transport, one can really see in their eyes :
-the terror of being followed, always alerted state, fear of encountering some bad guy, fear of strangers and of something unknown, an incident ruining a day or two, broken life after the heinous act . . .

And what can we do, just feel ashamed!

May be

May be all that becomes a habit for them, habit of being ridiculed, may be they get used to those one-liners and acts they experience everyday, everywhere. Don't know, never dared to ask anyone, have you?

The Gray Day (Part 2)

abhri.datta@gmail.com (h) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 01:27:04 PST

On the request of some friends I had to present the spicy part

Strangely that day at office I was a bit excited. I hardly could concentrate on any stuff. Few times I reminded myself all that happened was that my neighbor called me to watch a video and have dinner together. But yes, the location of my house, no one but us, rainy and chilly day, it was a bit sensual. Ok it was sensual enough to get me worked up. And I don’t even want to mention what I was getting all day at office.

I reached around 7 30. I was a bit early, awaiting eagerly my neighbor’s call. Waiting I don’t like and specially when you are waiting for a female who wants to give u dinner on a gray day and God knows what colour of night. I almost dozed off when her voice rang outside the door.

“Hey sorry dearie was a bit caught up with work”

Wow, dearie, she loves me already.

“Not a problem I reached a minute ago too” I lied.

“Let’s get something to eat from outside only, I am tired”- she stated.

“Yes we need all the energy we can save”- I blurted out.

“What??”

“I mean it’s a err umm joke for planet conservation or stuff..just sounded cool..hehe”

“You are funny dearie”

“Really? Hehe”

“Don’t stand grinning there like a girl and go get something to eat, I’ll change by that time”

I strutted off. Got some stuff from the nearest food point and came straight back.

“Wow! You are fast”

“I don’t like to waste any time”- I grinned.

I could see some red on her cheeks.

“Hey did you get my blanket”

“No dearie we just have to share mine”

Things were now really looking great. I waited for the movie to start. We were watching London Dreams. Not suitable at all for the occasion though. It was cozy laying there under the same blanket, I started to inch my way towards her. Almost half way through the movie our bodies finally touched.
She turned her gaze towards me. I looked down.

Suddenly I felt my head pulled by the hair. She made it straight for my lips. I was struck by lightening, everything was happening so fast. Here I was beside her wanting to touch her and now she was passionately kissing me all over.

“will the medicine shop be open now dearie? “

Medicine shops-protection- yes they must be its just 10 in the night. My head started buzzing. I nodded few times and went out to look for rubber.

I crossed Vijay and Sudarshan medical store but both of them had a large sign hung saying “Condoms out of stock”. Even stranger, I crossed four more shops with the same sign. How is this possible, food can wait but not sex. I sped towards the main road. There were so many medicine shops that my head started to whirl. And each one of them said “Out of stock”

“Hey watch the road!!”

Bad idea standing in the middle of the road.

Damn, was I in the hospital..things finally came into focus. The doorbell kept ringing. I had fallen from my bed. I had hurt my head a bit. I opened the door. There she stood smiling at me.

“Sorry I was caught up with something”

Some days are really confusing I tell you.

“Ya”- I murmered.

“will the medicine shops be open now dearie?”

I stood there, mouth gaping open.

“I guess you can find a bandage in Pooja stores below also. Go fix your head while I change. And stop falling from your bed. I hear you every other morning. Silly”- she giggled and went inside.

5 Days Late- Happy Birthday Sona aka My Lovely Mummy!

noreply@blogger.com (roshwrites) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:55:32 PST

In this post I would like to wish a very happy birthday to my mum, Sona! She is not a member here, although she has been asked to join! She reads most posts and always tries to comment if she has time! She loves reading at this place...

Leo, Ste, Cilla, Freelancer, Aarthi, Prats, Tan and more all know her...
If you're wondering why this post is 5 WHOLE DAYS LATE then it's cause I have been ill recently :(

Happy Birthday Mum!

I hope you had lots of fun

On your special day!

That was a haiku!

Happy Birthday!

I know she will be very happy to get a post here on her favourite blog!

Love from

roshwrites aka Roshni

The Gray Day

abhri.datta@gmail.com (h) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:21:36 PST

It was the gray day today. So chilly when I got up. Sound of rain splattering outside. It took me 30 minutes to roll out of bed. Too much rum was affecting me I guess. Thoughts of a bath made me shiver. I needed to buy a blanket soon. Bangalore was unnervingly changing. I lit my cigarette , the last one I saved for the morning.

Ring Ring. Did not expect anyone in the morning.

It was my neighbor. She looked 4-5 years older to me, a little on the stout side. I blinked at her. She was in a good mood today. She never talked to me so I suppose she was in a good mood today.

“I made breakfast for you”

My head was all heavy and I smiled weakly.

“I might get late for office you know”

“Even I need to go… so just come over and have something”

She made good breakfast and she was smiling all the time.

“Are you very happy today?” I asked.

“ya”

“Hmm, good to share the joy”- I commented.

When I finished eating, she took my plate and smiled again at me.

“If you don’t mind, we can have dinner together and watch a video. I am really in the cooking mood today”- she said.

“Ummm”

“It’s ok if you have something else”

“Do you have an extra blanket?”- I asked.

She was obviously surprised. “Yes I do”- she said anyway.

“Oh nice, it’s just gets chilly so I asked. Sounds, good. Been a long time, since I curled up, in the cold, inside one. See you”

Member of the Month - October 2009

noreply@blogger.com (Writers' Lounge Admin) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 21:41:47 PST

Dear Members,

We are proud to announce that Kajal aka Cilla is the Member of Month for October 2009. The Results are as follows.

#1.Kajal(Cilla) (9 Votes)

#2. Leo( 6 Votes )

Congratulations to the winners. Winner will get the MoM badge soon.

The Following members are being considered for MoM- November 2009 based on their recent activities at the Lounge -

1. Amity Me
2. Shraddha
3. Ste

4.Meow

5. Mads..

6.Leo

The selection is purely on the basis of their activity at the lounge during last month.

The voting process will continue to be the same wherein the members are required to mail their option to writers.in.lounge@gmail.com. Please note that votes from non members will not be considered.

Please send in your doubts or queries to our mail id. Our Admins would clear your doubts, if any.

Remember we need to select the best.

Cheers,

The Writers Lounge Team.

MoM of Writers Lounge since October 2008.

October 2008 - Sandeep Balan

November 2008 – Priyanka

December 2008 – Ste

January 2009 - Prats and Leo

February 2009 – Aparna

March 2009 – Prats

April 2009 – Kajal

May 2009 - Hashan

June 2009 - Arun Kumar

July 2009 - Aarthi

Aug 2009 - Abhrajit and Freelancer
Sept 2009 - Princess Sonshu

Oct 2009 - Kajal(Cilla)

PS:Winners for the previous 2 months will recieve their badges soon...

Ebony and Ivory.

antarajo@gmail.com (Samata Joshi) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 21:41:21 PST

7th June, 2009.
9: 43 am.

"You think you can heal people?"
"yes."
"How?"
"I touch them, and they heal."
"Alright. Who was the last person you healed?"
"I found a boy crying on the road the other day, I touched him. He stopped crying. He healed."
"He stopped crying? Okay. So have you ever healed a wound?"
pause
"Yes. I have. I must have. I'm sure."
"So tell me Anvesha, tell me about you. What do you think? What do you like? What do you don't like? go on... tell me."
"I don't like you."

14th June, 2009.
9: 30 am.

"You mentioned a friend the last time. Sonya. Who is she? Are you close with her?"
"She's the reason I'm here. She's my best friend. She means everything to me. She lives with me."
"She lives with you? Your parents allow friends to stay over?"
"Yess, yes. They do. They like her too."
" Are you lying Anvesha? "
" I told you I don't like you."
"So your friend, Sonya, does she know you can heal people?"
"Yes, I have healed her. Her parents were abusive. Her father drinks a lot. She was very depressed, so I healed her. Now she's happy with me, at home."
" So healing is like power to you?"
" I think I can see power. I can feel it. And I don't like talking about it, its very personal.
I came here for different reasons. I just need some therapy not some godliness advice. Sonya thought i should get therapy. not even me. So why don't you talk about other things and we can move along"
" But you told me about your power"
" So? I didn't give you a right to talk about it."

21st June, 2009
9: 56 am.

**sigh**
"Excuse me?"
**sigh**
"What? I told you I don't want to talk about it."
"You threw a plant at your teacher and you say you "quit" college?"
" She said I was wrong about everything! She said genetics isn't my field. How can she say that? I live for this. I live for this research."
"What research?"
"Mutating genes."
" Regeneration?"
"yes. It's my baby. And she asked me to shut up about it."
" So you quit?"
"Yes."
"How will you pursue your research then?"
"I'll join a library, I can do this on my own."

27th June, 2009
9: 47 am.

"...so I found this person online and I'm so excited about doing this project with him. He understands everything. I've never been so happy before!"
" hmmm. I see. So this guy? where does he live?"
" Here in Mumbai. He's a little older than me. Someone whom I sketched in my head when I was small to be my boyfriend! He's perfect. So perfect."
" How can you be sure?"
" You know what? You're a pathetic loser!" Anvesha reaches out to the pen stand.
"I hate you!"
She throws it at her.
"I hate feeling excited about telling you anything!"
She grabs her hand.
" You're nothing. You're not important!"

*

"So that was sudden. You were happy a moment before. Why this sudden rage?"
" I don't know. It happens sometimes. Maybe its your face."
"yes. I have a lot of freckles. Do you not like freckles?"
" I hate freckles. I hate looking at them. I hate those dots and those shapes. You're ugly."
"Maybe. You don't know that."
" I do know that. I do know that."
"yes, weekly, two hours has made you know that."
"No. I knew it when I saw you. You remind me of my mother. That face, that firm voice. I hate it."
"You hate your mothers voice?"
"I hate you."

4th July, 2009
9: 35 am.

"I think I need your help. I don't know...but I feel my husbands cheating on me. I cant get over this...", she sobs.
" So? Why do you need my help?"
" You can heal me! please heal me!", she screams.
" I don't think so. It's your problem, you handle it"
"But! You help people don't you?", she chokes.
"Okay. Fine. Give me your hand."
Anvesha closes her eyes when she holds her.
" There."
" I don't feel anything. I don't feel healed."
" I cant heal you then."
"Why not?"
" I don't know."
She stops sobbing.
" You couldn't heal me?"
"No."
"why?"
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!!"
"Alright."
"I hate you!"

11th July, 2009
9:45 am.

"Husband's still cheating on you?", Anvesha snorts in some confused emotion.
"I don't know. I haven't confronted him yet."
"Hah. Loser."
"Yeah. Maybe. You quit too. You're a loser too."
"NO! I'm not. Okay? I'm not a loser. I don't know why I quit."
"Are you on meds?"
"Yes, the doc says I got some bipolar shit or something. I wasn't listening. Mom gives me some tabs to eat in the night."
"Okay. Do you take them regularly?"
"Yeah. Whatever. Don't you speak to my mother like everyday?"
" Hah, no. You think am that interested in your life?"
" Liar"
"Yeah. Whatever. Don't you ask about me everyday?"
" I don't like you".

17th July, 2009
9: 32 am.

" How's Sonya?"
" She's fine. She's been busy."
"Doing what?"
"Things. I don't know. She just lives with me, what am I supposed to know everything?"
"Why so worked up?"
"Am not. She's just not been around."
"Is she scared of you?"
"Why should she be?"
" You have a tendency to yell and throw things? Maybe that's why?"
"No. It's not a tendency. It's involuntary. No one understands it."
"Do you think the bipolar might be a reason?"
"That's bull."
"Hahahah. bull?"
"Yeah, bull."
"Why don't you ask her?"
"She says she doesn't know"
"When did you ask her?"
"nn-now"
"Now?"
"Yeah. Now", she hesitated.
"She isn't here."

*

"My mom told me you left your husband."
" She did?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I couldn't heal you."
" Your mom told me you joined class again."
"She did?"
" Yes. I'm glad i could help you."
"You didn't"
"Yeah, sure."
"I don't like you."

*

"You know where Sonya goes?"
"NO! and I don't want to know!"

*

24th July, 2009
9: 40 am.

" She's gone. Her clothes. Her everything. She's gone!", Anvesha yelled when she entered the room.
"You know why?"
"NO!"
"Sit down."
"NO!"
"Sit down!"
"Okay."
"You know why? You're intelligent enough right?"
"I'm crying. I'm crying dammit! I don't cry!"
" I know. This must have really hurt you. Is this some sort of an epiphany? Your eyes look wide."
" She never existed!"
" Or maybe a revelation!"
"Shit. Fuck. No! What is happening. I read about bipolar. Shit. No!"
" Your mom told me you learn things when you see it front of your eyes. You believe in science."
"wh-what!?"
"Isn't it true?"
"Yes. Maybe,why are you asking me this?"
" Just wanted to know."
Anvesha had stopped crying.
"What was i talking about?"
" I have no idea."
"Okay. Alright. What else now? Are we finished? Feels like I've been here since long"
" Yeah. Sure."

*

"I have researched quite a lot you know."
" Oh good. With that internet friend?"
" What internet friend?"
" I might be mistaken. Sorry. Your college mate then?"
"Yeah. This friend in college is helping me."
"Great."

*

"I do understand things when seen. It's like facts. I believe in facts. Science is facts."
"Facts can be quite deceptive sometimes."
" Facts are real. Deception is emotional"
"I'm not married. I don't have a husband."
"OH."

31st July, 2009
10.00 am

"This might be our last-
"I like you."

***

The great Engineering copy cats ;-)

steph47@gmail.com (The Solitary Writer) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:21:43 PST

The post below is a general observation of the writer.

Well,how often do we realize that exams are nearing and we are busy involved in some other activities rather than studying.Don't we feel the pain in our ass when there are just 2 or 3 days remaining for the exam.Yes,we do.But what if by the time we haven't studied anything or may be studies only few things.Thats the time when the devil plays a trick .He gradually occupies our mind and persuades us to take unwanted or unnecessary steps that can put us to serious troubles.I am an Engineering student and I bet most of my blogger friends here are engineering students like Anurag,Sid,Sambit,Divinidiu(sorry for the typos ). I want to know how many Engineering students try to or atleast pretend to study as their semester begins.You will be amazed to know that hardly 10% of them start their studies as their sem commences.
Let us stay in this topic as I feel I am diverting away from the topic.

Ok ,now I am going to speak about few copying techniques in which I was involved .But , you see I am a sincere student and I don't copy during main exams .Its just for college tests.

Let us see various techniques first.
1.The Cellphone trick
This one is tricky .This sort of copying involves using your cell phones with features like bluetooth and camera facilities .I know a person who has mastered this art of copying.I won't wish to disclose his name here .If I ever do that,then I am damm sure he is gonna kick my ass hard in college.He sits in front of me during exams.He plans a backup technique wherein if he feels that the questions on the question papers are totally different ,he would seek help from his mobile phone...Ahh!! now don't be amazed or surprised.As I said this is one of the most dangerous methods.Firstly ,he looks for the invigilator.If he doesn't sights the person ,he slowly and steadily removes his cellphone to get the snaps of the answer.He then writes the anwer on his sheets and finally done with copying.There may be cases when his peers may need the answer.Then he would ask them to connect their phone through bluetooth connectivity.Please ,don't ever try that.

2.The Supplement Swap method.
As the name suggests ,this method basically involves two candidates who aim to share their answers.The first one would pass on his main sheet and the 2nd one would pass his supplement and write the answers.After completion,they would swap the answer sheets once again to get back their own papers.This is risky at certain cases.Imagine the case where you have the answer sheet of the 2nd person and you want to return it back to him or her.If the invigilator is near you then ...you are dead...call for almighty's help so as to divert the teachers way.I once tried this with one of my close buddy during semester 2 college unit tests.He had my physics paper while I had his chemistry paper and guess what we got same marks.

3.The Pendrive insert method .. applicable only for practical exams.
Look for opportunity ,if no one is aside you ...remove your pen drive..insert it on the slot and copy the programs directly.We un sincere engineering students do this.Imagine writing Cohen Sutherlands program which takes around 25 minutes.It is practically impossible to type the codes without any errors.Pendrive insert method may help in such cases.Few of my friends tried it once and they were successful.

4.The Table and desk method.

I do this thing ..where I write the formulae's and diagrams on the desk before the exams start.This is commonly practiced by our former topper of our class :p .Hope she is not reading this as I see her doing this everytime before
exams.Well,this is fun.

5.The chit

People make small chits with handwritten answers whose size ranges from 4mm to 9 mm.They make use of the chits for writing the answers

I advice all guys that you should study.The methods written by me are just observation.I have not tried it .Please do not try this .I didn't had any topics to write so I wrote on this.I have seen students doing this and thus wrote about it.Any ways good luck guys.....
Remember,

Work hard and I bet you will get the fruits of your hard work in form of good marks.
Hope to see you soon.
Cheers!!

What do you say about my observations and all methods?

"Virtuous sensibility, Escape velocity"

rashmirao51@gmail.com (RASHMI RAO) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 08:36:58 PST

Misty morning tells me something,
I wonder if my coffee beans mean anything,
My black clouds seem boring,
Instead I turned to the white mist

I see purity,
I see peace..
I see all that is deceived.

In need of Serendipity...

noreply@blogger.com (Mads...) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:47:57 PST

Celestial Soul,yours,
am blessed with,thou,
Within,fragment each,
is known your existence,
Without any piece of evidence,
Abiding in my heart,
absorbed deeply, in each of my breath,
resting within me,for
eternity with peace..
Despite,entangling in spirit,single,
I need to plea in petition,
You,the Creator of my Karma,
Owner of my actions,
Sealed my fate,
Concealed my destiny,
I obeyed each of your conduct,
Ranting,I'm in a hope,
Burning in the fire of wither,
Craving for that serendipitous moment,
will it ever happen to me,
will there be an end to my wait..
Oh..Mighty, lip to my woe,
tangled u, with sigh of my breaths..
Today,I Solicit you to,

Free me from my Karmas,
Take me into your spiritualism,
Obey,I will your Dharma,
Wipe off all my wither and worries,
Abate all my desires and woes,
Serendipity yours,I awe with a bow..!!!

From womb to an incubator

theselfloveproject@gmail.com (Shraddha@theselfloveproject) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 09:33:13 PST

One Single Impression Prompt - Departed

I was 25 weeks into my pregnancy
My twins were thriving inside my womb
On that day of january i got the bad news
My cervix was too short
Twins were ready to depart from my womb

The shock of it is hard to explain
My fear is palpable in its memory still
I was too far in pregnancy to get the cervical stitch
Complete hospital bed rest
Drug called Procardia did the trick

It was late January now
My marriage anniversary day
It was the day we found out
Cervix had started funneling
It had started to open from inside

Introduction to NICU was inevitable now
What is NICU?
Neonatal Intensive Care Unit

The days passed by
One day at a time
Hospital was our home now
Every day of pregnancy was a blessing

We made it till 32 weeks
32 weeks and 7 days
Cervix was still doing great
Thank you Procardia!
But i developed hypertension
High enough to indicate start of preeclampsia!
We do not want that..
If left untreated it can progress to toxemia
Mom can have seizures and stroke!
So Cesarean was planned
And my twins really departed from my womb

They departed from my womb
and went to an incubator
It is a best artificial womb
Helps maintaining temperature
Prevents from infection
Lets the little one live

I am thankful to researchers who developed incubators
This precious artificical womb is a life saver
They departed from my womb
As it was not a safe place any more
The research let them live
We are thankful to core

Things can even be better
Even more little preemies can be saved
We all can help
Spread awareness
Donate for this important research

November is Prematurity Awareness Month.We can all spread awareness and donate for more research.

Repost from The Self Love Project

Sorry for all the reposts last few times.Next week i will do an original post.

The wonder of it all...

noreply@blogger.com (Amity Me) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 23:18:13 PST

A hot and long shower.....

....soothes my tired body and sad feelings....

A walk in the park.....

......sounds romantic to me.....

A hot cup of tea, coffee, chocolate or milk.....

.

....keeps me going.....

Crying my heart out.....

......let the tears fall, feels better after it.....

On top of a mountain....
. ....I'd be amazed with God's creations.....

A walk in the beach.....

.....I long to have one.....

A soft touch on my hand.....

.....I'd feel feverish.......

A kiss on the cheeks.....

.....that's so sweet of you......

Whispers I love you.....

.....my heart goes pitter-patter....

Tells me he misses me....

...Oh, I'm on cloud 9....

A call before I sleep....

....gives me a deep slumber.....

A tight hug....

.....I feel safe in his arms....

He'd write a poem for me.....

..I'll forever remember it....

He'd asks me how are you today....

....feels he cares for me.....

Alone in my room....

.....gives me the needed solitude....

And so my blogging buddies, what can it do to you, too???? Share me....:)

Terminator in Hastinapur

noreply@blogger.com (Varun) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:17:08 PST

Terminator in Hastinapur

[Thousands years ago in Jungles of Hastinapur, India, a ball of fire originated, and came out a NAKED terminator

He was on lookout for clothes as-usual and black-colored glasses, then he saw maharishi vishwamitra, whose dhoti was fitting his match (on red screen), he spoke...]

Terminator: I want your clothes and sun-glasses.

Vishwamitra: I don't have any sun-glasses.

Terminator: I want your clothes and sun-glasses.

Vishwamitra: Do you even have an idea whom are you talking to?

Terminator: It's all over now.

Vishwamitra: What is over now?

Terminator: I am terminator and you will be terminated.

vishwamitra: Infact the one to be terminated is you.

Terminator: How?

vishwamitra: Do you see this holy water in my kamandal, i may curse u for eternityyyyyyyyy.

[Lots of lightening and thunder in sky]

vishwamitra: You see my power. My voice leads to thunder-storms in sky.

Terminator: Negative, weather department predicted rain and thunder-showers this evening.

vishwamitra: Theek hai, ja main tujhe shrap deta hu....

Terminator: De do.

vishwamitra: Arre, Hum toh sabhi bhashao ke gyata hain, par tumhe bhi hindi bolni aati hai?

Terminator: Mere mastishk ka sanganak, aas paas ke vatavaran se seekhta rehta hai, aur is karan atyant hi shaktishaali vyavasthao ke pradurbhav ke karanvash....

vishwamitra: Aree bas kar, itni mushkil hindi, ab toh mujhe bhi samajh me aana band ho gaya hai.

Terminator: You are forgetting something. You were going to curse me.

vishwamitra: Hmm, i have concluded that you are a nadaan balak, so i am in a mood to forgive you.

Terminator: I need your clothes.

vishwamitra: I have a spare dhoti fitting my size, you may borrow that for a while.

[Vishwamitra and Terminator are now friends, and they are walking down the jungle]

vishwamitra: Tell me why are you here?

Terminator: Classified information, not to be processed.

vishwamitra: Balak tell me, come'on, we are friends now.

Terminator: Negative.

vishwamitra: Okie ill give u some more dhotiz.

Terminator: Negative.

vishwamitra: [about to speak something]....

Terminator: Negative.

vishwamitra: [angry] I'll give you a shraap that your flesh burns in hell for thousand years.

Terminator: I am a cybernetic organism with metallic structure covered with human flesh, even if my flesh burns, i'll survive.

vishwamitra: What do you think, if you wont tell me i wont know. Balak I know everything, i have a divya drishti.

Terminator: Whats that?

vishwamitra: [smiles] I know, Duryodhan has sent you.

Terminator: How do you know?

vishwamitra: He has lost the mahabharata yudhha in future and he has programmed you and sent you here to kill parents of pandvaas, so that he may rule in peace.

Terminator: How do you know that?

[Suddenly Vishwamitra stabs terminator with his kamandal and terminator's body melts and burns due to high electric sparks]

vishwamitra: [speaks like a robot] I am T-1000, advanced prototype, capable of changing shapes, i was here to terminate you, and you are hereby terminated.

Terminator: [dying] Who sent you?

vishwamitra: Prabhu Sri-Krishna.

When V Met - 5

steph47@gmail.com (The Solitary Writer) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 11:11:30 PST

ALL CHARACTERS ARE IMAGINARY

Part 1

Jeet completes his studies and returns back to his home in Mumbai after 2 years.It was an emotional moment for all his friends as they lived together as an inseparable gang for the 5 years.Ishita and Piyu drenched in tears as they saw they friend leaving for home.He gets a glance of some one in the train who mesmerizes him.
Excerpt: ""Jeet!! Listen we are meeting up on 23rd May at Piyali 's place ," Ishita screamed as she bid me the final adieu."
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Part 2
Jeet meets a beautiful girl in train .She was Saya who was going to Mumbai for some work.This part deals with the introductory session of the two protagonist.They get to know more about each other.
Excerpt: "Oh!you are the mountain dew wala Jeet... that Darr ke aage Jeet guy," She cracked a joke.

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Part 3
Jeet gets to know more about Saya's nature.He gets to know the innocent caring girl within her.In this context they both meet a wounded boy at the railway station.Saya gives him some money and clears of the wound.At the end of the journey Jeet confesses his love for her.Wait for the girls reply in part4
Excerpt: "I loved the way you treat people,I loved your generosity ,your humbleness, your attitude,your love for writings, your smile and moreover you," I added.
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Part 4
Jeet gets low and depressed as Saya fails to understand him and leaves him without any reply.To get a change he goes to his best friend Kanika's house.The entire junior college gang of Kanika,Jeet,Parmeet,Anurag and Neeraj unite again.Jeet tells them everything about Saya.They party at a pub and leave for the quest next morning.
Excerpt:" Pussy Cay,Pussy Cat," I heard some noise early morning.It was Kanika's clock singing the rhyme.It was 6 20am .
"What a jerk?," I reacted after listening to Kanika's alarm clock and I turned it and I slept again
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WHEN V MET 5

What a jerk?," I reacted after listening to Kanika's alarm clock and I turned it off and I slept again.

Kanika always had this habit of getting up early since our school days. I could never imagine a life without my gang.But I badly miss my other friends.I still remember Ishita and Piyu waving me good bye.Sandy,my crime partner and Nishu,my darling.Each one of them have a special place in my heart.But I would like to mention my junior college friends.Parmeet,Anurag,Neeraj,Ananya and Kanika.I love each one of them. Thinking about this would definitely make me feel nostalgic.Kanika was the only studious person in our gang.Infact she used to teach us during our exam days.

"Hey Guys! get up ,we have an important mission remember!,"Kanika woke up everyone.
"Yo bitch! Why so early?" Anurag got vexed.
"dude, don't you remember the promise that we made to Jeet," Kanika smiled.
"Yes,we should find Jeets babe ," Anurag said and kicked down Parmeet and Neeraj from the bed.

"Tussi, you suck!," Parmeet said and arranged the bed.
It was 9 am and we all were ready to leave Kanika's place. I was skeptical about this approach of ours.
"Dude,do you have Saya's photograph,"Anurag curiously asked me.
"No ,I don't," I said with a sad face.
"Fuck you!Jeet you're a loser," he screamed at me.

"Chill guys,"Kanika said.
"Between are we supposed to meet Ananya today,"She asked us.
"May be we should!," I replied.
"Oye! Jeet at least tell us how she looks ," Parmeet asked me to describe Saya.

Saya was an angel.I may have met her few days back,but she impressed me.She had long hair which reflected bright shades of ebony.Her beautiful magical eyes and her alluring skinmesmerized me.Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were bright ,as dark as ink and seemed to brighten the world.Had she smiled, the world would have smiled with her. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort and soothe her.She was a beautiful girl who exhibited the quality of being a true Indian.She was devoid of western culture and seemed to be from a well cultured family.I told my friends everything about her.

"Wahh! kya baat hai bhai!," Parmeet grinned.
"That's great dude,do you have her contact details or anything," Anurag asked me.
'No dude,if I had her contact details then we wouldn't be here," I replied.
"Did she say anything about her place," Kanika asked me.
"Yes she said that she was going to live with her Aunty in Bandra," I replied.
"Achha hua,lets go guys!," Kanika said and we 5 left for Bandra.

We started searching for Saya in Bandstand. The blue sea was calm and smiling under the bright sky. Young beautiful couples were walking along the road.The sea waves would reach the road as we walked along the path.It was 3 pm and finally we gave up.
"Dude!, enough is enough!," Anurag said to me.

My eyes soon grabbed the attention of a tall girl who was walking towards the shopping mall with a carry bag.
I pointed my finger towards her and ran behind her.
"Jeet Wait.,"my friends followed me.
Any how I reached her.As I could only see her back so touched her to see her face.
She slapped me and went away.

"Sorry!," I said.I could see my friends and many people looking at me.
I could see girls giving me threatening looks.

"Yaar ,this is the limit,lets go," Kanika said to me.
"Fuck you Jeet,tu abhi bhi aisa hi hai," Anurag and Parmeet winked at me.

"Jeet,I guess you should go home,"Neeraj said.
My house was located in Bandra.We all left for my home.

"Jeet,Maa must be missing you ," Kanika said.
"Yes she would," I smiled back at her.

We reached home at 5 pm.
"Ding Dong," we rang the bell.

My mother opened the door.She was excited and her happiness had no bounds after she saw me.
"Maa tumi kamon acho?(Mom,how are you?)", I hugged my mom. I was meeting my mother after 2 long years.She was the only person in my life who struggled and worked for me. Paa died when I was very young.Mom could not afford me everything I wanted.She tried her best to make me happy at every stage of my life.She sacrificed everything for me.

"Ami bhalo achi,tui kamon achis beta(I am good, how are you beta)," Momma said. I could feel the tear coming out of her eyes.
We all got it.

"Ashirbaad din aunty(bless me aunty)," Kanika sought my mom's blessing.

"Tui kamon achis Kanika beti?(How are you Kanika?)" Mom said to her.

"Aona Ondar(come in)," Mom asked my friends to get in.

"Maa...tumi kintu mota hoye gecho(Mom,you've put on weight)," I said to my mother.

She smiled back at me.
"Beta...tor jonno ami khub gorbhito....ami khub khushi ki tui bari eshe gechis(Son,i am really proud of you.I am happy that you are back)," Her eyes shed tears and she couldn't stop crying.
"Maa...tumi dukkho peyo naa....ami eshe gechi naa...ar ami tomar shate shob shomay thakbo.(Mom,please don't be sad.I am back and I will be with you forever)," I replied back and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"hansho maa(Smile Mom)," I said and I went to refresh myself.
It was not a great day for me,but after seeing momma after 2 years I really felt happy.
My friends left my home at around 7 pm.
During childhood I used to sleep on Momma's lap and she would narrate me wonderful stories.
I slept on my mothers lap as she caressed my hair and told me about different things that happened in this 2 years.

"Mom tell me some good story like you used to say when I was young," I said to my mom.
"Hmm!I will tell you the story about two people,"She said,

"Whats so special about these two people Maa?," I curiously asked my mom.

"These two were made for each other," she said. I found it to be interesting.

"25 years ago ..," she said.

(To be continued...)
PS: posting this part after a long time..Please read the previous 4 parts

Phir yaadon ka karwa chal diya hai

noreply@blogger.com (ViDiShA) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:54:07 PST

Phir yaadon ka karwa chal diya hai..

Door tak bas akela hi chal diya hai..

Tapti doop ki garmi liye..

Kapkapati sardi ki narmi liye..

Barasti aankhon ki boondon sang..

Khilkhilati hasi ke phoolon sang..

Tanhai ko bhool kar..

Waqt ke sang jhool kar..

Phir yaadon ka karwa chal diya hai..
Door tak bas akela hi chal diya hai..

Mithya

noreply@blogger.com (Varun) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 01:11:53 PST

(A poem I wrote very long back, but the poem which i still truly believe in)

मिथ्या

क्या है जीवन, क्या है लक्ष्य,
क्या है इस जीवन का लक्ष्य,
क्या है इन श्वासों का मतलब,
क्या वह जीवन व्याख्या है?

अजब है अचरज, अजब अचंभा,
इस दुनिया का गोरखधंधा,
जिस आयाम में रहता है,
अनभिज्ञ उसी से रहता है,
जिस नौका में बहता है,
नही जानता वह क्या है।

जीबन क्या है नही जानता,
जीना क्या है नही जानता,
जीवन जीना आखिर क्या है,
पूरा जीवन नही जानता।

सत्य की खोज में जाता है,
दिग्भ्रम हर क्षण पाता है,
हर्षित, पूलकित, मुर्छित, चिंतित,
हर भाव विकल कर जाता है।

सोता है उठ जाता है,
उठकर फिर सो जाता है,
हर सुर्य अस्त हो जाता है,
हर पूष्प इक दिन मुरझाता है,
मानव जन्म जो पाता है,
हर ऍक क्रिया दोहराता है।

सोमवार से रविवार तक,
रविवार से शनिवार तक,
वर्ष के बारह मास में रहता,
जीवन के हर वर्ष को सहता,
क्षण क्षण करके दिन है बनता,
दिन दिन वर्ष बन जाता है।

ना यह है विधि का विधान,
ना कोई ईश्वर आज्ञा है,
मां की गोद से चिता की अग्नि,
यही बस जीवन व्याख्या है।

When you left...

noreply@blogger.com (PS the Pratsie) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:59:03 PST

The built up walls,
came crashing down..
the love that held them,
was no where to be found.

bricks of my trust,
you promised to care,
when hard times hit,
you were no where..

exposed to the icy stares
i stiffled my silent cries.
i will not waste my tears
however hard you might try.

the walls will be up soon

cemented well to stand tall

and i will fill myself again

with hopeful smiles and charm.

Inspired from the two lines of Ana's poem .. sorry for stealing gal ...

"Break"

noreply@blogger.com (Ana.) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:52:02 PST

This is the sound that echoes around,
Listen to the foot falls hit the ground,
Its tiring taking all the blame,
Somehow, we still keep playing the game,
It takes one time to make a mistake,
To count every single breath we take,
To sit and watch as the world shakes,
Then, we watch as we finally BREAK!

When we start to break down,
No ones there to stop the fall, but us,
In our mistakes, we start to drown,
Built up walls start to come down
(AS WE BREAK!)

It would take forever, to measure the fall,
How long it took, till we had to crawl,
It was a matter of time till our bodies ached,
We couldn't take another step, but we still faked,
Our condition, and still they believed,
They were on top, its then that they seized up,
Nothing survives a second mistake,
Its our turn to watch, as they BREAK!

All the pressure, can start to build,
Expectations, pile to high,
Theres this hole, nothing can fill,
Only covered, with half written lies,
so...

When we started to break down,
The only one, to stop the fall was us,
In our mistakes, we began to drown,
But built up walls, came crashing down!

Stranger then Fiction - 1

pulkit.tiwari@gmail.com (PULKIT) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 08:33:00 PST

dearest C

I love you... But I am leaving you forever. Take care of yourself...
I don't think I will ever be able to be what I once dreamt to be. tears...

Regards!
Yours
S

PS - you were the best thing that ever happened to me!

Aaj dil

noreply@blogger.com (PS the Pratsie) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 07:26:35 PST

आज दिल बहुत शांत है,
न कोई शिकवा गिला,
थोडी हैरानी की बात है...

आज धड़कन में कोई गीत नही
कोई धुन अधूरी सी,
या कोई बोल अनसुने से ही...

आज मैं भी तो चुप हूँ,
यादों से भरी,
कुछ सपने संजोती हुई...

"Where is the love?"

rashmirao51@gmail.com (RASHMI RAO) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 05:39:19 PST

"I don't miss friendship.I miss love though."

I loved this line I picked up from a random blog ( The Grey confessions by Dev)

Its so true..and this line just made me realise my morals that have gone with the wind..I mean, literally..!
I could honestly relate myself to this. I remember a time when I was a people person. I used to find my fix in people, loved being around with them.
But in time I realised that I trusted people but not the devil inside them. They came as such disappointment to me.The more surprising fact is, you cant really blame them, coz someone right now maybe saying this same thing in reference to us.
So does that mean people are unintentionally selfish and downtrodden without even realising it, just like us at the end of the day..?!

Study of a lonely night

abhri.datta@gmail.com (h) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 02:48:22 PST

Rajiv had always been surrounded by people. In school his brother, in college more brothers. When he started working he was with friends too. Living in a huge house with many people. Although secretly Rajiv desired some privacy. He fantasized all the things he would do if he lived alone. How he would decorate his own little place, how he would host his very own parties. He imagined a lot of things but he forgot one major difference. Parties and get-togethers would not be daily. In fact they would be scarce. And his major time would be spent alone.

This was his first night alone at his new home. Indeed a great party just ended. Dancing, alcohol, music the place boomed with energy. Today it was very quiet. He sat down on the double bed and looked at the little lounge he had made. A pretty cute space, with cushions, a bar counter (small table, very small) and his new speakers. They stared back at him with mockery. As if daring him to use them all alone. He shifted again on bed. Scratched his beard. This was too silent. He flipped open his laptop and turned on the volume knob. Music filled the room.
He shifted again and made himself comfortable on the floor with the cushions. He went closer to the only speaking things in his room, the speakers. He shifted on the floor and then wondered if the bed would have been more comfortable. Called a few people. The weirdness did not go, but it was fading away. Alcohol maybe the savior. Who knew?

No sleep, he took out his guitar and started playing on top of the music. Did virtual solos which did not look that bad with the music already playing. He headbanged his way through the last peg. Finally Rajiv was exhausted. He packed the guitar, turned off the speakers and without a second thought switched off the lights.

Prematurity Awareness Month

theselfloveproject@gmail.com (Shraddha@theselfloveproject) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 16:44:21 PST

Carry On Tuesday Prompt

He lay there in arms of an angel
Angel who carried him for 25 weeks
Angel who loved him with all her heart
All he knew was the love of those arms
All he knew was the comfort of that womb

If only we could have prolonged the pregnancy
Perinatologist thought
If only we could have saved the baby
Neonatologist thought

May be they could..
If the right research is done
We all can help
Open your hearts and donate for such research

November is Prematurity Awareness Month

Repost from my blog @ The Self Love Project