The Writers Lounge

noreply@blogger.com (Saras) — Thu, 9 Dec 2021 15:16:00 +0530

Tips to Safeguard your Online Privacy Unless you are careful, you may end up compromising your privacy, inadvertently of course, and may lose money, information that is very Private to you, be victim of extortion et all. The first step of this macabre menace is the "Sharing of your Number". While it is inevitable to share for essential purposes like Personal Doctors, Banks, Utilities etc. it is not necessary to share your number casually to any Tom, Dick and Harry. The Fraudsters first step is to get hold of your number and some relevant details about you, like your Bank Name, credit Card company you deal with etc. They then start calling you pretending to be either of these agencies and ask you to part with vital info like your PAN, AAdhaar, or OTP sent to your mobile to swindle your funds. Their apparent familiarity with your Bank Name, Credit Card details or Workplace often lures to fall in their trap, and you begin to trust them and part with Information sought by them. Well then how do you safeguard against this menace? Simple. Follow these steps: 1. Ensure that your Mobile Phone Contacts are only in respect of persons whom you know and are well acquainted with and trustworthy; In case of doubt, remove their name from the Contacts immediately and note it down elsewhere. 2. When you receive a call in your Mobile which does not show a name from your contacts, do not answer it. Just send a Msg asking "Who is This" and wait for the reply. This deters the Fraudsters mostly. The persistent ones may try and say something to convince you but you have now got the Upper hand as you know they are outsiders in the first place. This is very important because it is enough if the call is connected even for a couple of seconds, for the fraudster to Skim all the information he needs from your phone. When the caller hangs without sending a reply, immediately mark the call either as Blacklisted or spam folder to ensure he cannot bother again. 3. It is unfortunate that at times, very rarely of course, some insiders in Banks / Govt depts themselves try to misuse the data available with them by calling the customers with an intent to de-fraud them. These guys are more dangerous because they have full knowledge about your data, fund balance etc.,. Hence, they will confront you with details like your Phone Number, Address, Nominee name etc. to convince you. You should never share info like your Customer ID, Password, OTP etc. over phone to anyone whatsoever. No one has the authority to seek this sensitive info over phone. Remember. 4. Never store information like you Credit Card / Debit Card Pins, Passwords etc. in your mobile. It is extremely dangerous. Try to memorize them instead. I know you are saying, "I am over 65, I cannot remember Numbers". Well then you may have them written down in detail in a Notebook which is always in your personal Locker at home. Just note it down in apiece of paper before you go to your Bank / ATM without descriptions like ATM PIN / A/c Password Etc. I am 73 and I use a small technique. If my ATM PIN is 4569 for ex, I will remember it as DEFI (Sound like DEFY). You got it !! 5. Please ensure that you have a Good, Dependable brand of "VPN" for your laptop, and Mobile Phone. This is VERY ESSENTIAL for those who do online Net Banking, Online Purchases etc. often. Their affairs will remain anonymous to prying guys, thanks to the VPN.

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noreply@blogger.com (MIRAGE) — Tue, 9 Feb 2021 22:42:00 +0530

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All this while ... and for What !

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Tue, 4 Apr 2017 09:01:00 +0530

She protected herself from that

She had heard but she never tried

She believed that

'To try the doomed is to become an evil'

All this while

she guarded the integrity

KEEPING IT SAFE

by displaying animosity

Pure as anyone could be

Senile as anything could be

Escaping the stains while walking in the dark streets

She managed to remain spotless above all

But

All this while and for what

She asks herself now

She fell and fell so hard

that scattered pieces are now hard for her to find

She sits and weeps

and continuously asks only one thing

All this while ... and for what !!

I Fail...I Pass

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Mon, 27 Mar 2017 09:44:00 +0530

I try

I try hard

I fail

I get scared when I fail

But so do everybody

Winners were once losers

And that is what made them a winner

So why get scarey and be worried

I fail

You fail

They fail

We all fail

But the aftermath

The constant fear of losing

Seperated and abandoned

Scares her a lot

I will continue

Continue to fail or pass

Results will keep burdening

In the worries of the past

Hunger Games

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Sat, 11 Mar 2017 23:31:00 +0530

Nature at heart
is still is that of sharing
but
Nature at stomach
is what is driven by hungriness

Given food item
only for oneself
but having others around
raises the question of sharing

Few food options for oneself
Desire to eat it all
Are some of the clustering mind thoughts

Share or not?
Question arises
Yes or No
decisive power is tested

Evil at mind
yet can't decide
Wicked in thoughts
yet can't leave people alone

Share food and wish had more
to eat and not share
is the thought that finalizes in the mind.

You ... It

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Sat, 11 Mar 2017 23:26:00 +0530

You say things

You say mean things

You move forward

You move way forward

It affects her

It badly affects her

It weakens her

It weakens her will

You continue doing things

You continue to jeopardize things

You hardly care

You hardly care for her feelings

It traumatizes her

It traumatizes her soul

It pinches her

It pinches her heart

One fine day ... !

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Sat, 25 Feb 2017 09:16:00 +0530

Walking on the sideways
Going towards a shop
With a wandering mind
Not in place of the stop

At times
it gets difficult
difficult to adjust with inattention
yet time has shows no affection

On the street
stands a man
behind him
stands a girl

He was talking
she was lost
he turned to look and to look away
all this time she never looked his way

Oh my god you are so beautiful
Such a serene face
and such natural beauty
he had turned to her with such gracious words

Omg, what it could beautiful
These words shook her with surprise
Not ready to accept praises like this
She moved ahead and passed him a smile

Strange how strangers appreciate the beauty
while close can't
Strange how life plays
while she can't

As a Child

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Wed, 15 Feb 2017 09:42:00 +0530

As a Child

Your heart is like a clay

ready to be moulded

in any way

Things that you see

Things that you perceive

Become an urfogettable memory

Like an Imprint for-ever

As a Child

It's not on you

To control what happens

To control how it happens

You are simply a spectator

A spectator of what and how it happens

Some get good memories

Some get bad

Some are left without memories

Some just go mad

How you will be

A portion of it lies how your childhood has been

But wha will be the future of someone

Who's childhood was never in the scene

All it takes

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Tue, 14 Feb 2017 03:41:00 +0530

Filled with anger

sitting quiet

doesn't want to talk

is the current attire

Just one word on the text

or some small talk

a word over the phone

is all it requires

All it takes

to break the silence

And all it takes

to break her anger

|| शरारत ||

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Sat, 3 Dec 2016 05:58:00 +0530

कद ६ फुट

सीना ५६ इंच

उम्र २६ साल ९५ दिन

इसको छेड़ दूँ

उसको छेड़ दूँ

पूरी दुनियां छेड़ दूँ ।

आँखों में शरारत

दिल में बेचैनी

दिमाग सोच में

क्या कैसे किसको कब छेड़ू !

हर समय चलता एक विचार

किसको बनाऊ अगला शिकार

कौन है मेरा सानी यहाँ

एक ही हुआ है मुझसा यहाँ !

सबको हँसाने का है ज़िम्मा मेरा

सच बोलके या झूठ

कौन करे इसकी परवाह ।

कोई हँसता

और कोई रुठ जाता

कोशिश में इसकी

कभी कभी हू मैं हार जाता ।

पर कोशिश नहीं छूटेगी

एक दिन ये दुनिया याद करेगी

वो जो हँसाता भी था

और साथ में मारता भी था ।

Till death do us part !

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Wed, 19 Oct 2016 08:18:00 +0530

I hear your cries

Yes, I do

I see the pain and suffering

It makes me restless to see you faint like this

But I won't let you die!

I am gonna be there for you

For you have been my sole friend in this lone journey of sad life

You let me by myself

with no fear of being ignored, misjudged and ill-treated

So how can I let you die alone

You are gonna revive!

That's a promise.

Till death do us part !

It's been a long time...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 17 Sep 2016 13:10:00 +0530

Its been a long time, friends. My heart aches to see this place in such a state. The place that once used to be a breeding ground for talented bloggers seems shredded into pieces. Today morning, I had thought about the good times we all had here. Its true that we can't travel back to those days. But yeah, I had not seen such a fate for this place. One thing is sure that we all have moved on! That's the best part.But this place will remain as a memory, best memory for all of us. We all stayed together, learned together and wrote together in this very place. I am hopeful that this place will see the light of the day soon for it doesn't deserves such a treatment! So many memories stroll across my minds when I hit the url of this blog. Wow! down the memory lane!

We all were young then and now we have bloomed into professional. Some of us got married and some even have a kid. SO nice to hear all this!

Take care guys!
Love..

There is so much more

noreply@blogger.com (anup) — Wed, 4 Mar 2015 05:57:00 +0530

There is so much more to me than what I allow most folks to see. I shall keep this part of me hidden for I have learned that it is unlovable. Can I really become what they want me to be? Why is the world so harsh? Things that you say to mask the truth, to appear to be in control. You force yourself to use words that you don't mean, that you don't feel, hiding away your soul. Is that even living. Mere existing it is and surviving if you are the fittest.

Out of all the things I live for or I believe I m living for, i don't even know what’s worth living. Ironic. Some things rank higher than other yet priorities change with every other day, whether set intentionally or not.

We all run after lot of things career, money, relationships, good health and happiness. Still everything revolves around happiness, we chase all the things so as to find happiness. The question is does happiness find us after we give it all to the things we expect to get us some. Us creatures are never content, always wanting more, better; is more ever enough? Best always changes. And happiness never exist except for the temporary moments and days of joy that do not last because it isn't even happiness. Happiness is no feeling; it should be the state of consciousness. Being happy and staying happy needs a lot of work (at least for me) and it took a whole chunk of my life to understand what it takes, not the career, not the bestest of health, neither a good relationship with your parents, siblings or your significant other. But being true to yourself, not doing what you don't like, not being with who you don't want to be with, having no conflict with yourself, no lying, no cheating, no judging, letting go, no extreme attachments and loving yourself & people around you. Spread love. Is it that hard? Only six million things to remember. I guess we can do it.

Hey Loungers

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 11 Jan 2015 01:47:00 +0530

Hey there! What's up

Hello

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 30 Sep 2014 01:11:00 +0530

Hi friends. How are you all?

रस्ता

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Fri, 27 Dec 2013 23:36:00 +0530

य़ू तोह हम चले अकेले थे
राह में सहारे की सोच ना थी
तुम थाम लोगे दामन ऐसे
इसकी भी उम्मीद ना थी

थामोगे कुछ इस तरह
की फिर कुछ नही होगा तुम्हारे सिवा
ऐसा तोह हमने ख्यालों
में भी सोचने की गुस्ताखी नही की थी

राह में फिर चलते हुए
ना जाने किस मोड़ पर
तुमने हमसे अपनी मंज़िल बदल ली
सुबह की धूप ना जाने क्यू काले बादलों में बदल गयी

ठोकर लगी तोह होश आया
साथ जिसपे फक्र था, ना हमसफ़र बन पाया
फिर भी हम संभले
खुद ही अपनी मंज़िल की तलाश में चल दिये

आज़ लगता है मंज़िल करीब है
ख़ुशी की तलाश में निकले थे , ये बात का यकीन है
हमसफ़र कुछ ऐसे मिले जिनकी हॅसी कानों में ठहर गयी
ख़ुशी के मौसम से हमारी ज़िन्दगी सवर गयी

Smita

A letter to J

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 4 Oct 2013 15:34:00 +0530

It has been many years in which every other song I hear reminds me of us, or of you. In every movie I watch, every novel I read, when the couples kiss, I wonder if it will ever happen to us. Each time I write with the pen-name Nic, I remember the time you said it's a special name and only you can use it to address me. Every time I read our letters to each other, I dream of you pointing out those slanted lines to your grandchildren one day (though they may not be mine), showing them that was how you first told a girl 'I love you'.

But dear J,

You do not dream the same things I do; in fact, you do not dream of us at all. But that's ok, because one day, there will be another guy in my life who will sing my favourite songs to me, telling me they remind him of us. He will take me to movies and when there is a happy ending, he will tell me that is how we will end up to be. He probably will not write some hundred letters to me, like you and I did; but he will mean every "I love you" he scribbles on my birthday cards. He will love me as a woman, his woman; not just a friend or a sister. And I will love him back.

When that happens, I will be very much older than the teenager who used to be in love with you. The way we love each other may be very different from what I imagined for you and I. Perhaps I will not write his name a hundred times when I miss him. Perhaps he will not call me every night to say goodnight. Perhaps he will never send me roses. Perhaps I will not mind that, but perhaps I'd get angry once in a while. Perhaps we will argue more than we hug and kiss.

Perhaps.... We will live what every teenager will see as a boring love life.

But in times of trouble, he will be the first one I call for help, because I know my problem is like his problem too. And in precious moments of joy, I will be the first one he misses, because to him, I am his greatest joy.

And you, my dear friend, will find such a woman too.

If I cannot be her, I pray that she will be even better.

Thank you for being my first love that never really happened. You were perfect the way I imagined us. You were my dream, and you were the reason I now know how to dream. Thank you for all that.

May God also bless us and strengthen our friendship to last for many many many more years, so that when I find him, and when you find her, we will tell each other and smile from the bottom of our hearts with sheer joy for the other.

ILY,

Nic.

Why my father is my Inspiration!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 24 Jul 2012 13:05:00 +0530

This boy had shifted to the city for the first time in his life, he was in grade six technically spending all his live in a village..

It was the first day of new school when during the english lesson his teacher asked him to stand up and read out an application.. The young boy had no clue about what he was being asked to do and all the knowledge he had of english started reading out " A B C .. Z " and a few more english words he had memorized, whole class burst into laughters and so did the teacher.

"What do you want to become when you grow up?" The teacher asked.

"I will become a doctor." He replied.

Another pause and the whole class along with the teacher laughs again.

"You and a doctor? you will be lucky enough if you pass Matric exams". The teacher replied back.

Couple years passed and he wasn't the most gifted one. Biology wasn't the easiest of subjects for him, with all the english and the alien terms used. he bought a dictionary, started studying with the book infront and it usually took him 3 hours just to cover one page of the book, but he never lost hope and he kept on working hard.

By the end of the year his vocabulary had improved considerably and he could now read one page in 45 minutes. His uncle, who was a doctor told him if he wanted to be a doctor he should cover one page in 10 minutes with all the understanding.

He worked more harder and harder.. now just before his Matric exams, was able to cover a page in 30 minutes... After the result was out, he had topped in his school.

First thing he did was to take his result card to that teacher, handed it to him and stood silently!

The teacher wrote his name with the initials of DR. before it with best wishes!

That boy is indeed a doctor now, working at the second biggest hospital in Asia. His name is Dr. Ashraf Awan and he is my father :)

An Orange Day

noreply@blogger.com (Shreyans Mehta) — Thu, 19 Jul 2012 09:53:00 +0530

It was an orange day. I don’t know why but it was one of those rare days I classified as orange. Days can be easily classified using colours; my mind automatically arranges them for me – yellow when I am bright, white when I am calm, black when I am mournful and so on. Every hue carries a message and my intuition said today was orange. Something special was destined today.

In Mumbai, it does not rain, it pours. During the last hour of college, it was pouring madly. We requested our lecturer to leave early; he denied permission. Everything seemed just as usual. Afterall, heavy rains aren’t unusual phenomena in Mumbai.

When the college bell rang, we moved down the staircase that took us to the front gate, but we were stopped short by the sight before us. The rain gods had gone berserk and the pouring looked plain catastrophic. Cell phones beeped wildly and the verdict was out – No moving out of here! All rail routes, road routes were closed.

The next few hours were spent discussing gossiping about our "favourite" lecturers. I did not know that Emily was going out with Muthu Kumar! What a combination - two of the most hated lecturers! We cracked jokes on what would they name their kid. “Artificially intelligent”, came Armaan’s prompt reply while someone said it should be “Network failure”. Emily taught us Computer Networks, Muthu Artificial Intelligence.

Few hours passed and the rain subdued a little. The more adventurous lot started moving out of college. Heading home was impossible but people were trying to go to places of people known to them living nearby. Seeing the college getting emptier, I decided to go to a cousin’s place living some blocks away.

While I was still waiting for the orange spark, it dazzled brilliantly through the grey alley I was moving in. She asked me if I could help her under my umbrella. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was beautiful, elegant, graceful. It was her eyes I couldn’t take mine off from. Dark jet black – incomparable beauty! I felt a deep connection. I felt something about her that I had never felt before. I felt as if my heart had close for any other woman on earth. It was unusual but a moment to be revered for life.

“Excuse me?” I got back to my senses. “Sorry”, I mumbled. “You can get under the umbrella. But I don’t know how well this would be able to protect us both.” She got under the umbrella. She smelt of sandalwood – pure and holy. “Thanks”. I was wondering if she felt the same clinking of metals within her, the same current running under her skin as was running through me.

I tried controlling myself but blurted out, "You are so beautiful." How can you ever say this to a girl when you have only just met her? What will she think about me - would she find me desperate? But she smiled. "I know and I am glad you can see it too". Glad that I saw it too? Does this mean other people did not see her as beautiful? I was confounded.

It suddenly started pouring madly. The water in the lane we were now walking in was already above waist-level. Luckily, I noticed that an electricity pole dangling dangerously around the corner of the lane. If the pole fell down, it would electrify us both to our deaths. I caught her hand and asked her to run. The pole could collapse any moment and we had to hurry. But, she did not move - out of fear or shock I do not know. "What? Do you want to die?", I asked. She said, "Nobody wants to die. But we all have to." Wow! This wasn’t time for philosophy! But she continued, "People find death ugly for it takes them by shock. But, there are few who understand the beauty in it. Death is transformation. Can you imagine how would it be to just live on and on with this body ageing but there being no death. How ugly would that kind of immortality be?" I thought she was crazy.

I left her hand to run away but she held my hand tightly and I just couldn’t move. I was mesmerized. She continued, "People see in death what they are. You saw beauty in me. Since you are beautiful! You will pass into a newer life without any pain, or trouble. You deserve a beautiful transition". Till I could grasp what these words meant, the pole collapsed. A strong current ran through my body and I smiled. Life had passed in the time my lips had curled. It was surely an orange day - the last of this lifetime.

Tarun

Unsaid Words.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 2 Jul 2012 18:10:00 +0530

And the evil momentum passed by,
taking away it's blues;
rose amongst the faded shades,
Sun amongst the darkest hues.

And the one who should've waited left,
ot wondering what was to happen now,
They were all the same,
faces of slander, wrath and brawl.

The part of me that he took away,
killed out the left one,
and all that marked its presence,
was a loud shreak of silence.

From lefts to rights,
every curve gave away it's facade;
and crushed out the feel of pain,
the left outs were just a broth of vain.

Everything went back to nothing,
and took off with the filths of wonder.
And I was left by,
within nowhere to ponder.

Context:
Test of time is something everyone goes through, those times add shades of blue to our lives. We give up to grow up and take those memories to write our memoirs of hope.
And sonner or later, we rise again either with it or without it.

Someone Like You

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 24 May 2012 18:26:00 +0530

There will never be someone like you on our planet.
Some people probably won't stay forever, but some memories will follow us as we journey into life.
I don't know if I'm just a fading passer-by, in your world.
But I know that in my world, I will forever see traces of you, the places where our shadows once walked together.

My dear friend, will you ever realize how much you mean to me?

p.s.
It's been a year since I posted here, many months since I dropped by.
The site changed a whole lot! How is everyone? :)

I - Part 4

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 7 May 2012 19:02:00 +0530

If you expect me to say I'm your friendly neighborhood then you are wrong. Nor am I just a regular guy around.
I am totally different from what you perceive to be. Not the smartest not the sexiest not the ugliest and definitely not the brightest.
The feeling of being a "Gaijin" never leaves me and haunts me 24/7.
The not so welcome everywhere.
It's not an issue anymore as I have learnt to live with it.
I can guess what you are thinking. Yes, it was not like this before.
Happiness, joy, anger, sad was all something that never existed in my world.
Peace and nothingness were the only one that existed.
No people no world.
The moment I came to earth, and came into contact with earthlings, my world changed which was just empty.
The usefulness of a cup is in its emptiness is a line by Bruce Lee.
So that means you want to use the cup.
What if the cup doesn't want to be used?
My peaceful world was suddenly filled with the emotions of an average earthling and before I could realise what happened I was just carried away with every emotion.
It was then I understood, earthlings are ones who are so dumb enough to believe what everyone says and so numb enough to not verify it.
Snapping me out from my thoughts, the door opened. A guy who claimed to be my father came. Lifted me, changed me, fed me while speaking a strange language with strange expressions which I perceived to be human emotions. He then placed me in something that had cushions and was small enough just to accommodate me. So small that the father who was standing beside me was so huge, I felt like a dwarf.
The thing started moving. It felt good as though I was gliding above the surface.
And then it came, the Sun.
Oooh, I have that Sun. Not because it ate someone's planet, but I'm just allergic to bright light. And I wanted to shout aloud. But I had no control over my vocals and all that was coming out was a noise. The light was so disturbing that the pain made me cry, out loud.
Then a women, who was walking wit the father and who claimed to be my mother did something and the light was blocked in entering my face.
"Wow, a shade" I thought, then I received a kiss on my forehead that made all my pain go away.
Magic. And I couldn't stop noticing that my face was actually smiling.

It was then I assumed that my body had adjusted to the human environment.

For the rest of my life it will be a known fact that I am different from what my body showcases, that an earthling sees.
A life that I never wanted in the first place.
Who would ever want to escape from bliss?

And I thought it was the end...

--
THE END

Whispering a Secret

noreply@blogger.com (Ragpicker) — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 01:17:00 +0530

A black sky ascends, promising judgment
For an endless realm of squander and pain
Reeking a soul for a soul, nothing less
Symbolic arrival of the dark commander

Clouds scorched through the heat
Of a jarring sun, broken and stained
Hour hand hit another usual morning
A blackhole of void deeply entrenched

Winds blaze through the rusted plains
The soil casted by the lifeless philosophies
Claws of whispering death in disdain
Our self-deception is the commander’s trophy

Are we heading towards an eternal glory
And to what cost do we bear this
Earth has been mutilated and amputated
To a point of never return , commander’s bliss

Feeding a cancerous foundation of
Misplaced wisdoms through out the civilizations
Commander prepares his whiplash
And smiles at the thorns of our abomination

We have injected a catalogue of distorted ambitions
Falsified, Morbid and Smoldering rot
Claims of dissonance in our faithless murals
And a reality burned alive, point blank shot

Bound to absolutely nothing, scaled beyond
Horizons after horizons the earth is raped
Depleted, Tortured and tormented every hour
Destruction awaits , silently at the 9th gate

Casement of slanderous initiations
A thousand ways to save our souls burned
Glimpse of our numbness and tranquility
At the hands of the time , pages have turned

Hear the skies burst , the volcano erupt
the quake and tsunamis , the grand master’s plan
Mother nature hails the black commander’s arrival
A much needed clean up job, the grand master’s plan

With thy commander , my allegiance stand !

p.s: Feels good to write here after 3 years.. My regards to all , Rags !

Waxed is my soul

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 15 Apr 2012 00:51:00 +0530

How shall I soothe, how shall I stop
This screeching scorching pain,
I’m afraid to go out because
I fear I’ll melt with rain . . .

Beneath the black blur
My tears turn tough
My moans mix in mist,
My ride remains rough . . .

Waxed is my soul,
Stained, no longer sane,
I’m afraid to go out because
I fear I’ll melt with rain . . .

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 2 Apr 2012 22:53:00 +0530

A heap of blurred images,
ever suitable to the last breath,
beyond the paranormal expanse
of the human peculiarity called life...