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Someone Like You

noreply@blogger.com (Nic.) — Thu, 24 May 2012 05:56:32 PDT

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 (Chef.Dro) — Sat, 19 May 2012 07:19:40 PDT

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...

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THE END

Whispering a Secret

noreply@blogger.com (Ragpicker) — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 12:54:13 PDT

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 (Varun Sayal) — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 12:21:25 PDT

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 (Varun Sayal) — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 10:24:00 PDT

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

regarding

noreply@blogger.com (Now Writing) — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 20:29:38 PDT

I’m twenty-five.

Mushy brains and mushier guts.

I have to make jokes to keep talking.

Observation, situation,

I make fun of what I see you might laugh at if I make fun of it.

And sarcasm: my wingman.

I’m twelve again.

Shit for brains. Guts scared shitless.

I can’t start myself talking.

You’re watching, listening,

laughing at me laughing at what you’ll laugh at.

With Sarcasm, my protector.

I regress in a matter of minutes.

Confident then. I can’t now.

Because you’re smiling.

You’re looking at me.

You’re not looking at him

and he needs you to look at him…

I just want you.

I’m twelve again.

Deciding what’s wrong is wrong.

Choosing what’s right.

Right now I can’t choose you.

Because he doesn’t have you.

Because I was taught to help the helpless,

those who have less than me.

I can’t because he can’t.

I’m twenty-five.

My brain stops what my heart wants.

My gut tells me to listen. My hands reach to take.

They all want you but I can’t choose you.

He’s my friend. He needs you.

But maybe I need you.

Help the helpless,

those who have less.

Neither of us can have you.

Though without you,

no one has less than me.

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मोहब्बत भी अज़ीब हैं

noreply@blogger.com (Chirag Joshi) — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 18:05:04 PST

मोहब्बत भी अज़ीब हैं....
उसकी मुस्कान से हो जाती हैं
और उसकी आंखो मे खो जाती हैं

मोहब्बत भी अज़ीब हैं....
दिल की सुन लेती हैं
ख्वाब बुन लेती हैं

मोहब्बत भी अज़ीब हैं....
लफ्जो का सहारा लेती हैं.
और लबो को बंद कर देती हैं.

मोहब्बत भी अज़ीब हैं....

(चिराग)

It’s been long that I wrote

noreply@blogger.com (Tan) — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 05:12:29 PST

It’s been long that I wrote
Long enough to make you feel that I am gone
To the weirdest realm of life
From where came back none!

It’s being long that I said how much I love you
For not that I have stopped loving
For not that I have stopped living
The dreams that we saw – together, once.

It’s being long that we sat together
Hand in hand; eyes in eyes.
You and me, all alone in the darkest nights
Hugging each other and bidding goodbyes.

It’s been long, I know
For I miss you all the same
Now that you are in my closest vicinity,
So close, that I don’t even have to take your name.

Come, once more
We have many more dreams to realize
Together, that we dreamt one day
From the depths of hearts, let us rise
Again, and live those wonderful moments
Come, once more
Into my arms – slowly but surely
Like olden times.

I promise, I will write more
I know we will love more
A few steps you take forwards, I’ll take a few
My heart is still filled with love
And, I love you…

peeling

noreply@blogger.com (Now Writing) — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 12:47:50 PST

We walked along the stream

of counterfeiters and vendors.

Canal Street on a Thursday morning.

I held our bubble teas,

one in each hand,

while you worked on peeling

a half-drunk coconut.

Laughing, I followed

as you pointed at each guy

whose clothes I would look better in.

I laughed because you were so serious,

coconut bits covered and Canal Street scented,

minutes away from a job interview in SoHo.

I had to clean you up before you walked in.

You kissed me goodbye.

You were wearing my hoodie.

Five hours later,

you gave it back,

coconut bits-less and you-scented.

I can count the deeds and feats

I did and laid like roses shaped napkins of

surrender before your feet.

Like fragile bubbles floating

from toy guns wielded by foreigners along the canal.

Against your skin they burst violent

but so small they go unnoticed.

My deeds and feats,

they went unnoticed.

I can count the seconds in each

of the 5 hours. The 5 hours we were apart.

When I didn’t know

you changed your mind.

I can count the months

I left the hoodie in my car.

Coconut bits-less and you-scented.

I washed it recently.

It hangs deep in my closet.

I walk along Canal

past bargaining counterfeiters,

past foreigners wielding plastic guns.

The past as distant as the months

and 5 hours since.

The old stream still runs beneath the street.

And the air carries your scent.

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I - Part 3

noreply@blogger.com (Chef.Dro) — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 07:07:45 PST

I guess a few hours might have passed by the time I woke up again. I was still in the same chair. Guess no one cared about me.
When I saw around, papers were flying all over the place. A sense of being in a massacre came to me.
So I stood up and went to the room hoping to see that man or that woman.
En route, the guy came towards me and said "You should not be here. You have to leave right now". Saying this he dragged me towards the wall where a map was put up.
He showed me directions on how to leave the building.
And he vanished to nowhere.
I had another glance at map and found where to start.
So I started to run towards the first exit which led to a set of steep stairs that lead downstairs. I could have gone but there wasn't any light in the staircase. Fully dark.
Then I recognised another exit from the map.
So I ran towards that only to find another steep staircase that led upstairs.
A sudden loss in my energy made me contemplate whether I could climb those.
But then that guy emerged from nowhere and said "you'll never make it that way. Follow me". He led me to a place which looked like a loading dock. It had a wooden sledge on a track and a cable that was suspended from the ceiling. I understood what we are gonna do.
He allowed me to take the seat so he can push from back.
He then started pushing while I gazed around. It looked like only the two of us were inside the building.
Papers flying everywhere. When asked what's happening all I got was "trust me, you don't wanna know". God give me strength, I thought while being pushed around.

It was a palace. Full empty. The track moved across the rooms throug holes only large enough to accommodate the height of a sitting guy.
When going through that hole, the guy kept crouching and commenting about the features of the place we were entering to. But none entered my head.

Then we came to a wall. So high and I could hear the seas more clearly now. It was an open area that looked like an outer compound. He stopped talking and came beside me and said "you are going to go through that wall now. Do not be scared. You will have a safe landing. This is best and fast way outta here". While saying this he started strapping me to a belt that was attached to the base of the sledge.
Landing? I wondered.
My head nodded without my consent.
Taking that as an yes he pushed me. I went through a curtain and was shocked to see the view out there. It was like a rollercoaster ride. I was at least 200 ft high and the drop was almost 85 degrees down.
And I couldn't stop the sledge. It went on.
I must have touched at least 50 mph speed but then the curve angle started reducing and started moving more forward towards the land. By the time I reached the water I was gliding above it.
Now I could have a clear view of what was moving around me.
Cars. "Strange" I thought.
Yea, cars that floated on water.
I felt a sudden jerk and came to know that the track ended. Yet I was gliding over the water speeding towards land. I was very much surprised because the speed of the vehicle kept increasing. I looked down and I saw that the sledge had now turned to a vehicle attached with a powerfull motor.
It was too much for my brain could take.
I fainted again. The last thing I saw was nearing the docks.
When I regained consciousness I was been walked to a room in a house. There was a couple seated beside a dining table in that room.
The moment I saw them I realised they were my parents.
And the next thing I knew, I woke up.
Gosh! The entire series of events was just a dream.

But I now have a very strange feeling that it might not be.

To be continued!

you are literally

noreply@blogger.com (Now Writing) — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 05:23:57 PST

I misspelled your name and found the word.

It was real: the kiss.

I felt the soft… the moisture behind your upper lip.

The weakness behind my chest,

the empty in my stomach.

You asked why I didn’t do it sooner.

You kissed me again.

And it was real: this kiss.

You reached for my right hand,

our fingers interlaced, your left hand.

Then we walked.

The worn wooden planks, discolored

like the sky above the unfamiliar boardwalk.

I sensed the sand of the beach made white by the night.

I felt where the sand touched the discolored sky.

The beach of white reaching for blue hues.

The ocean between them trembling in waves.

I felt where our hands touched. It was real.

I counted the tangle of our fingers. Your soft palm,

the moisture… but I knew.

So I squeezed until I woke up. And I woke up.

My hand was empty.

I misspelled your name and found these words.

It was a dream but it was true.

I felt where my hand touched my sheets of blue hues.

I trembled, sensing the ocean between us.

The girl in my dreams.

I never kissed you. I never told you.

But I want to.

Really do.

Wish you knew.

Words are true.

They’re for you.

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Four Famous Cities of Pakistan.

noreply@blogger.com (Raafay Awan) — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 21:37:02 PST

Just to give you people an insight of the real Pakistan..

Karachi:

Karachi is the heart of Pakistan, Easily the biggest city with a population of 13,052,000 (2010). It was the previous capital of Pakistan and a massive metropolis with a cosmopolitan lifestyle. Karachi has absorbed the charm and beauty of modern and conventional way of life. What makes the city more proud is the fact that Quiad-E-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan was born in this city and his mausoleum is the identity of the city.

It is the most populous city in the country, one of the world's largest cities in terms of population and also the 10th largest urban agglomeration in the world. It is also known as the city of lights and the bride of cities due to its liveliness where people from all over the country come for jobs and labor. Other famous places of Karachi include state of the art Air Port, The famous National Stadium, Tooba Mosque, The National Academy of Performing Arts, The National Museum, Karachi Expo Centre. The Port Grand Food and Entertainment Complex is the largest food street of Asia. It is located near the Arabian Sea and once It was the world's most popular silver-sand beach and health resort during 20th century.

Islamabad:

Islamabad is the capital city of Pakistan and was built in early 1960. The city is more famous due to the political hub, beauty, cleanliness and more Importantly the location in the beautiful Magrala hills which are regarded to be one of the earliest sites of human settlement in Asia.. Faisal Mosque of Islamabad is the biggest mosque of South Asia and sixth biggest of the world. The famous places for food and cafe' are Jinnah Super Market, Blue Area, F10 Markaz.

The city is a developed one and divided in different sectors. F-9 sector is called Fatima Jinnah Park which is one of the biggest in Asia. Some of the famous places of the city Include Daman-e-Koh, Monal, Shakar Parrian, Islamabad Zoo, Rawal Lake, Khanpur dam lake, Pakistan Monument, Pakistan Museum of Natural History, Golra Sharif. Islamabad is home to the some of the top-ranked universities in Pakistan, including Quaid-i-Azam University, Air University, Pakistan Institute of Engineering & Applied Sciences and the National University of Sciences and Technology. Allama Iqbal Open University in Islamabad is one of the world's largest universities by enrollment. The Saudi-Pak Tower is an example of the integration of modern architecture with traditional styles. The beige-coloured edifice is trimmed with blue tile works in Islamic tradition, and is one of Islamabad's tallest buildings.

Multan:

Multan is one of the oldest cities in the Subcontinent Indo-Pak, this peculiar due to almost never-ending history of religion and politics for near about five thousand years, according to many historians it is the oldest city with a history in the modern world. Multan is the City of Saints. It is also known as the City of Sufis and Madinah-Tul-Oleyah due to the large number of shrines and Sufi saints from the city. It is also known as the City of Mangoes and produces the most juiciest of mangoes. The people of the city are polite and the thing that differentiates Multan from other cities is the calmness.

It is also a city where the five rivers of Punjab meet. Multan is famous for its crops: wheat, cotton and sugar cane as well as mangoes, citrus, guavas and pomegranates. The best part of the city are the shrines of famous Sufi saints like Bahauddin Zakaria, Shah Shamas, Shah Rukn e Alam etc. According to Hindu legends, it was the capital of the Trigarta Kingdom and stayed a power house after that. Multan is also one of the hottest cities of the country. It has a population of over about 3.83 Million, making it the sixth largest city in Pakistan. Nishtar Medical college and hospital was once the largest in Asia, The parks such as Cantonment Garden, Jinnah Park, ShahShamas park are the biggest in the country. The State Bank of Pakistan, BZU Campus, Arts Council building with and auditorium, MGM, Multan Railway Station building the famous Clock Tower building of the Multan Municipal Corporation are the other worth places of the city.

Lahore:

Undoubtedly the heat of Pakistan, Lahore is the second largest city of the country and one of the most densely populated city of the world. A legend based on oral traditions holds that Lahore, known in ancient times as Lavapuri. It is the City which never sleeps and also known as the City of Gardens thanks to the Mughal Emperors. Lahore also has a rich cultural and architectural history which goes back over a millennium. Lahore has a lot to offer, including, from its popular film industry known as Lolly wood, Mughal and highly ethnical architecture to the most hospitable culinary fiestas, Lahore has a breathtaking charm and charisma that enchants every one that happens to be in Lahore.

It is the city of happenings and colorful events, Festivals like Basant, Spring Flower Festival, international Theatre and Film festivals and a lot more that adds the colors of vibrancy, animation and joie de vivre to the city full of energy and life. There are many places you can visit in Lahore and you can go on and on with the names, The Badshahi Mosque, Mausoleum of National Poet Allama Iqbal, Lahore Fort, Shalimar Gardens, and the mausolea of Jehangir and Nur Jehan are popular tourist attractions for the city. Golden Mosque; 13 Gates of Lahore and Lahore Zoo are also visited by people. The National College of Arts is a place where people all over the world come to learn the modern arts, whereas many famous universities are also in this city. Food Street of Lahore is the most famous in Pakistan which people mostly visit after midnight.

I - Part 2

noreply@blogger.com (Chef.Dro) — Mon, 07 May 2012 06:32:21 PDT

Seeing my face as a human was a shock to me. A face that I coudn't identify myself with.
And I was in too much pain to justify it.
Then I heard a some sound and I turned. A figure suddenly jumped inside behind my back. It didn't startle me much because I was expecting it.
"Gotcha!". It was that guy. He said he wanted to test me so that's why he pretended to be in trouble. I was just blank.

"Come on lets get moving", he said and proceeded down the corridor.
I followed him as if a dog obeying its master.

We kept walking. He kept talking but nothing entered my head because I was amused like a child who sees the merry-go-round for the first time.
The walls were decorated with the carvings of a man who just appeared from nowhere and how he realized his purpose and eventually became something which I could not understand.
And what made it spooky was the images that depicted the progress of that man. It depicted hell and heaven combined.
We turned off to a corner and entered a room which was eventually the room where I saw that lady.

"here we are" said the guy to that lady and they both winked.
I was now led to the auditorium and offered a seat in the middle.
"just relax. We have everything under control" said the lady who followed behind me.
This was the point where I realized I had not spoken anything.
"who are you and what is your name?" I asked. It was as though I spoke for the first time in my entire life. "and who am I?"
"you will soon know who you are and who we are does not really matter" a new voice from behind me said this. I then turned around and saw no one. And everyone started staring at me. "who is this?" I asked again.
"it does not matter" the voice echoed throughout the hall.

Before I could realize what's happening, I fell to the seat half dizzy.

Am tired......!

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 22:58:01 PST

Yes,
Am tired.
Dead tired.
Tired of holding up this burden
And living up-to the expectations of all.
Am tired of being older than my age
And
Bear all these responsibilities.

Am not complaining,
Am not crying,
Am not cribbing
And certainly am not regretting,
But am tired,

As
I am not that strong
As I look, say or fake to be.
I am weak.
I am not that much full of faith
To keep pacifying my heart
That things will settle.

I am losing my patience,
Am losing my strength,
Am losing my peace,
Am losing it all.

I am escaping my own self
Am hiding from being what I am.
I am drenched of love,
Am deprived of care,
As I have spent all that I had
On people I cared.

Will I meet somebody
Who will support me one day?
Who will care for me?
Will I be loved by anyone someday?
Questions are many
Answers are none.
Expectations are dead
And only struggle is left!

Smita

New Year Wishes from Stephen!!

noreply@blogger.com (The Solitary Writer) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 19:55:30 PST

Dear All,

Wishing you all a very happy and a prosperous new year.May this new year enlighten your life and bring you goodies in form of health,wealth and Mirth.May this joy filled new year bring back TWL to its old glorious days of 2008 and 09.Signing out with a positive note that TWL will be back with a bang this year.

Love,
Stephen
www.thesolitarywriter.com
we read.we write.we lounge

Flying.........!!

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 00:09:55 PST

"What happened?",she asked.

"Nothing. I just got up and the skin just got rubbed so it's paining",he answered, rubbing the back of his leg down the knees.

"Ohhh...How can that thing pain you? You don't even know how to get up",she teased.

They both had been sitting on a raised gravel platform when he decided to get down first and stand in-front of her facing her.

She was still giggling!

And he made a face and gifted a swift slap on her face!

"You get down then, then you too will feel the same pain!", he said, kinda irritated with her laughter.

"Why would I experience the same thing?",she resisted,"I know how to get down, I am not a child like you", and she giggled again.

This irritated him more.

He came to her left side and sat besides her on the platform.

She was still in teasing mood! And he was still irritated!

She said something , he replied with something!

She teased, he got irritated.

And hence came the time for revenge.

He tangled his shoe with her slippers to make it escape her foot but un-fortunately he couldn't!

"What! I knew this intention of yours hence I had made a firm grip on my chappal", she said, thinking she had won but poor girl didn't know he was not such an easy guy to accept defeat!

"What? What are you looking at?"she said in a humble voice when she noticed him looking at her from sideways, breaking the silence of few seconds that had lingered between them.

And this was enough to distract her and the devil got the chance to play his best shot! There went her chappal, a few metres away from her foot, the flying chappal!

He had finally been successful in sliding away her slippers from her feet.

Immediately her ran to collect it and just hold it high in the air, taking advantage of him being taller than her!

Smita

Please, come back!

noreply@blogger.com (Tan) — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 10:31:00 PST

If only you can see me this way,
I believe you will come back
If only you could feel the pain, I feel
I am sure you will come back…

If only I could tear my heart apart and show
If only I could have said that simple, ‘No’
If only I could make you smile, for once,
… I know, you would come back!

Happy New Year, my friends here in WL. This is just a call to all those who used to be here and now, life has swung them apart. Wish this new year would see us all back here, in our own place, where we belong to. Please, come back!

I - Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (Chef.Dro) — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 07:54:08 PST

I woke up with a terrible headache.
I didn't know where I was and how I ended here. Four desks of which 2 was empty.
It felt as though I had an hangover. All I could realize was that I was in a room that felt like an abandoned building and the sound of sea banging the walls.
I turned around and saw two doors, 1 closed and another open to sea. There was a ladder that gave access to the roofs just outside the second door. I started climbing.
Even though it was just 10 steps it felt like 100 thanks to my headache.
Struggling myself to stand up I saw the building that I was standing on resembled the Alcatraz prison. Surrounded by sea, I could see the land not less than the distance of four empire state buildings.
Confused I started descending the ladder and went inside hoping the other door is not locked on the outside.
It wasn't, gave away on 1 push, and the creaking sound echoing throughout the room.
A passage way, lighted by a flickering bulb, led to another door leading to stairs climbing down.
When I got down there were two ways which looked like the sides of a room that looked more like an auditorium.

I chose to go right as I could confirm that there were some people talking in a room.
The passage then turned right which led to a room.
The moment I turned right, a man suddenly appeared on the right and spoke to me.
He was wearing glasses, a bit brown complexion, average weight and height.
He was talking something but I couldn't listen. I just couldn't concentrate.

He then led me to a room which looked like an office of a printing press. There were a few people walking here and there,
He offered me a seat in front of a female who looked like an Japaneese.
She then started talking, but could not understand anything in her accent. Imagine a computer voice that has the style of a Chinese trying to speak American English using the UK accent. Weird right? That's how she spoke.
All I managed to understand was that she insisted me to accompany the man who had accompanied here.
Before I could respond, that guy pulled me outside and started walking. We went towards that auditorium, which was now occupied by some people, dressed as street performers.
But this guy kept moving. Muttering something, he turned the opposite way from the stairs that I descended from, which I guessed to be "this is where you were kept". Things started to flow into my mind. Why was I kept here? Was I a prisoner? Who was I?
I then decided to ask him, but before I opened my mouth, he said wait here. It was an h-type section. On the left there was again a bulb that flickered the way and on the other side it was fully open, without a fail safe support. The passage turned right and then left. He said again "wait here" and jumped off to the open holding a rope and landed 1 level below the one that I was standing on. After sometime, which felt like ages, he shouted "Dude, I can't make it. You carry on."

I didn't know what to do. So I turned around and on the wall a small flash of light showed a mirror and what I saw in the mirror, made a shock go down my spine.
I was a human.

Yes, I will...

noreply@blogger.com (Tan) — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 10:25:12 PST

Yes, I will still love you.

Not because I can forget all that you have done, but just because I can forgive you for all that you have done. You did not betray me; probably, I was not able to keep your trust.

Not because you left me staggering in this stringent world – all alone – all by myself; but because you have taught me to live alone, which I had forgotten since I met you.

I will still love you.

Not because of the way you behave; but, because of the way you made me to behave. I will still love you, because you make me live my life, even now, when you are far away from me.

Not because I want to love you, still; but, because that’s what I have done all my life – I do not know anything else to do. That’s all that I have been doing – that’s all that I can do.

Yes, I will love you, because it’s only you and your love, that I will live for.

The Pink Orchid Meets Kiran Bedi !!

noreply@blogger.com (The Pink Orchid) — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 02:54:41 PST

I met her. I have grown up listening that I should become like her and learn from her. A die hard fan, me! I couldn't stop smiling when she was finally in front of my eyes.

God of Luck has been so kind to me that not only did I get an autograph, India Today put this picture up on their website, for which I will be grateful forever.

But this joy would have been incomplete if I did not share this with my family here!

Stibu, Vinu, Sandeep (Golu), Asbah, Prats, Tan, Pinkzz, Mona, Neha, Priyanka, Rose, Freelancer, Aarthi, Hashan, Arjun...wherever you guys are, I just want you to know that I miss you!!

Lots of Love
SunSandRain
Previously "The Pink Orchid"
AAS - A Beginning...

History of Intel Microprocessors!

noreply@blogger.com (Raafay Awan) — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 19:52:01 PST

Here is a list of all the microprocessors from Intel and their brief history.

Intel 4004:

1969
Clock speed : 108 KHZ
Number of transistors:2300
4-bit register and 4-bit data bus.

The world first microprocessor

Intel 8008:

1972
Clock speed : 800 KHz
Number of transistor:3500
8-bit register and 8-bit data bus.

Intel 8080:

1974
Clock speed : 2 MHz
Number of transistor: 4500
8-bit register and data bus.

Intel 8086:

1978
Clock speed : 4.47 MHz
Number of transistors: 29000
16-bit register and data bus.

Intel 8088:

1981
Clock speed : 4.47 MHz
Number of transistors: 29000
16-bit register and data bus.

The worlds first PC ran on an Intel 8088 microprocessor

Intel 286:

1982
Clock speed: 12 MHz
Number of transistor: 134000
16-bit register and data bus.

Intel 386:

1985
Clock speed: 16 MHz
Number of transistors: 275000
32-bit register and data bus.

Intel 486:

1989

Clock speed: 25 MHz

Number of transistor: 1,200,000

32-bit register and data bus.

Intel Pentium:

1993
Clock speed: 66 MHz
Number of transistor:3,300,000
32-bit register and data bus.

Intel Pentium Pro:

1995
Clock speed: 200 MHz
Number of transistor:5,500,000
32-bit register and data bus.

Intel Pentium II:

1997
Clock speed: 300 MHz
Number of transistor: 7,500,000
32-bit register and data bus.

Intel Pentium III:

1999
Clock speed: 500 MHz
Number of transistor:9,500,000
32-bit register and data bus.

Intel Pentium 4:

2000
Clock speed: 1 GHz
Number of transistor: 15,500,000
64-bit register and data bus.

Intel Pentium D:

2005
Clock speed: 3.6 GHz
Number of transistor: 47,500,000
32-bit register and data bus.

Intel Core 2/Quad:

2006/2007
Clock speed: 3.6 GHz
Number of transistor: 214,500,000
32-bit register and data bus.

Guardian Angel

noreply@blogger.com (Sonshu) — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 21:44:03 PDT

She walked across the beach, pondering over her already messed up life. She was stranded and helpless, what she needed was an angel in disguise. She continued walking and then began picking up shells, just as they used to do together. Then she sat down and buried her legs in the sand. She remembered how he would playfully sculpt the sand around her legs and then she would to his. They used to sit for long hours at the beach, smiling at each other enjoying the beauty of God's creation. But all of that came to an end when he was called from above. He was snatched from her. That stupid man who ran over him, would probably be feeling guilty even now, but a mistake is a mistake and no one could do anything about it. His carelessness had cost her husband his life. She cursed.

The air gently blew and she felt like he was around. Telling her that he'd never let her out of his sight. She smiled at the enveloping air and tried to catch it. She spent the entire day walking and running around the beach trying to feel him and then catch him. Stupid as it may have looked to others, she had every right to behave stupidly. After all, it pains to lose your first love. Her only love. She thought back to how their fingers had been entwined all through their marriage ceremony. Everyone called them the happiest couple. That was her moment of bliss.

Slowly she settled down on the rug, in their loft. The small one, they'd acquired over time with a lot of struggle and perseverance. She observed everything, each picture, each furniture, everything had its own story. And all of it was as crystal clear to her as his face was. Then she went to their bedroom. The place they'd decorated as they'd always imagined. She opened his cupboard and took out his clothes... laid them down neatly on the bed and then she noticed something weird in the cupboard. There was a box, she'd never seen it.

Slowly she took out the box and placed it on the bed. She sat down and wondered if she should open it. It was his after all, he deserved privacy. Alive or not. But then she saw her name inscribed on the lock and it hit her. The necklace he'd given her a while back which his name on it, the one in the form of a key was the one that would open this box. He knew that we were incomplete without each other. She began crying, their love was deep and crazy and she knew that she'd never ever be able to live the same normal life.

Slowly she unlocked the box with the key and was surprised to find a letter. He'd not left her after all.

'He always wanted to ensure his presence. He'll never let me stray, never let me alone. He's always going to be my guardian angel'. She mumbled

And just as she was reading the letter absorbing every word as if he was saying it to her...

The bell rang.

Love

Sonshu

Will you still love me? Part 5

noreply@blogger.com (maithili) — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 22:44:56 PDT

A story of Insecurity after betrayal, hope after reassurance and ... Love after tears

Continued from Here

HIM

I felt alone walking past a busy street. It was 8 in the night, Friday was ending, seducing the hyper maniac crowd of Delhi into the weekend frenzy. There were people in metro who knew nothing about each other and yet passed a smile, just to rejoice the collective freedom from work. I was standing right there between them, frozen into the numbness of the strange emotions that all electrified my senses for the moment. I walked out of the compartment, out of the noisy cheerful aroma of the platform, out on the celebration of life on the street, silently walking towards my friend's apartment, where I had planned to spend the weekend watching football matches and drinking beer, but somehow I felt like doing none of that at the moment. Those eyes, Those irritated angry mysterious and enigmatic eyes. Those beautiful eyes, they chased me along with the words that I read. Those painful words that tip toed silently into my thought process and here I am cluelessly trying to find the reason behind them, knowing that I should not give a damn. But yet.

4 hours back ... I was happy. I was cheerful, It had been going as I had hoped it would. Miss Too-beautiful-and-Too-confusing and me had our first conversation, and I soon realized how true is the saying that people with strong hostility shield around them are like coconuts, soft from Inside and hard from the outside. I mean, here is this one girl who gives me these cold looks whole of two weeks or something and the moment we first chit chatted, she was so warm, so good, so joyful, and so friendly. The most beautiful eyes in the world, looks even more beautiful when there is a smile on that angelic face. She was intriguing to say the least, I mean like her or hate her, but she was the kind that you would notice.

The laughs came to a halt as time pushed us to return back to work and a bizzare serendipity occurs.

Here I am, on my desk, take phone out from its leather cover, trying to put earpods and switchin on the music player on my cell. I unlock the keypad by the usual "menu" + "*" combination and what I see is miss-enigma herself, wearing a white plain suit,red dupatta, blue bangles and pink nail polish, looking like an absolute adorable kiddo, standing next to a lady who might be in her early 40s or something, who apparently looked like her mom or something. That wallpaper pic also had a birthday cake which said "happy 19 years angel", so that means it was an old pic. She looked just the same though, with a bit more life may be. This seemed interesting, I clicked on --> Gallery and then on the folder Photos --> Personal pics (to find what archives of this beautiful girl I can see which might reveal more of the real her) but what I found Instead was a text draft that read "Me"

I clicked it open.

14 Feb, 2009

.... Not even in my distant dream I thought that dreams would ever come true

I thought some people might fall for me but I never thought one of them could be you

of rainbows and showers, of breezes and flowers, of destiny and love

beyond the promises, beyond the stars, beyond the heavens up above.

29 March, 2009

Seven years we had known each other

from days of laughter, days of friendship, days of love

Yet when today you held me in your arms

and planted those lips of yours to mine

I felt Its the first time we have ever met.

I felt that I would like to explore my whole life, the lover in you!

8 April 2009

The tender touch

The raindrops

Ok It was your shower

so what

Under those wet moments

we saw a dream

The more I recall last afternoon

The more I smile

It was so unplanned

It was so blissful

I your arms, feeling your breath, sins drive my smiles.

The sins that you persuade me to do

The sins I enjoy every second of their occurance

and the everlasting happiness of acceptance

That stays beyond the moment of those sweet sins ;)

15 June, 2011

12 pills. 4 for every 1 of those 3 times that you sold me.

12 more pills, 4 for every time you entered the cage of my body

12 more pills, 4 for every time I swallowed your love

12 more pills, for the 12 times I saw myself doing the regrettable

12 more pills for the 12,00,000 people who enjoyed my sale

How could you? Why did you? For what?

I smile for the mistakes I did

I smile for the coward you are

I smile for the fool I was

I smile for the trust that was

I smile for the life of those lies

I smile for the death of this bird, The one that lived in me

I close my eyes, and wish that u die a more painful death then mine

30 August, 2011

My life has not been saved

I have returned to this world, Dead

15 May 2009

To Escape into the mountain forest

The bird jumps from the trees above

midway in her flight she realize

her wings are not with her anymore

2 September 2009

I drink to sleep, I blink to sleep

I cry to sleep, I try to sleep

The one thought that never let me sleep

is that out there, people are watching me sleep

every night before they sleep

6 December 2009

Blood all around me, The blood of my legacy

The blood of my recognition

The blood of my achievement

The blood of my victory

The blood of my defeat... The blood of the girl in me, who for the world shall stay a whore

I cut. I bleed. I die.

1 Jan 2010

They saved me again

"Buzz" his phone beeped, and He realized that Its 10 and he had been standing there outside his friends apartment for almost 1 hour. He was so lost in the thoughts that he just could not realize the time passing by. He took his phone out from his pocket, It was from office. Strange! They never call at night!

"Hi Suraj, This is devyati from work, Did I disturb your pre-weekend party?", It was a senior from the editorial department.

"Oh! Not at all mam, It is yet to get started", he replied casually.

"well I have a pretty spoiler coming your way then" she laughed.

"shoot mam, I am already in a not so party mood, the news might not affect me much anyways" He smiled in a lighter tone

"I want you to do me a favor, please fill in for the Sunday entertainment page, the soul-curry column inputs"

"I shall do that mam, but were they not suppose to be provided by your favorite intern in the team"

"Ah! She mailed me in the evening today about her plans of not working more in the internship"

"You mean? she has quit?"

"Yeah, I hope I have not spoiled your lazy weekend plan by some extra work" she replied disinterestedly.

"No you have not spoiled it, or may be just a little" I smiled back to her and kept the phone down,numbness took over me the very next moment, to my amaze I felt an unlogical tear pushing its way over my eyes for no reason known to me.

(to be continued)

Pulkit & Maithili

Tacky Imprints !!

noreply@blogger.com (Smita) — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 10:45:02 PDT

Sob Sob.

"Why Aniket? Why?", teacher asked furiously.

"Why did you hit Rahul?", but came no reply.

She dismissed both of them from the class for that hour.

( Next day )

Sob Sob.

"Mam, he again bullied me.", Rahul said crying.

"Aniket", teacher shouted at top of her voice.

"I warned you yesterday not to repeat this again na?", and she tried threatening him not to do that again.

They both were again dismissed for the hour.

( Next Day )

"Aniket!!!!", even today Rahul complained being beaten by him.

"Why do you have to hit Rahul everyday? How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? This is too much now."

The teacher was in a fix now what to do. It was becoming a daily nuisance for her now. Everyday she warned them both but one could clearly see that it had no impact.

She was unable to make out the reason for such beatings between both of them. As they literally had no issue of rift between them for such violence to take place daily.

Transfixed, she ordered Aniket,"Alright, ask your Father to meet me tomorrow during school hours positively".

She had thought that this might be enough to surface some fear on his face but the person who did get scared off was Rahul and not Aniket.

Today even he stood there, cool and calm, listening to the scoldings of the teacher .

( Next Day )

( In the Staff Room )

"Good Afternoon Madam.", said a husky voice.

The teacher looked up from the copies she was correcting to see Aniket's Father standing along with him.

"Yea, Sir. Please have a seat. The reason I called you for is, your son has a daily activity which is really annoying".

"Everyday in the recess time, he has to slap Rahul. Sir, I want you to ask your son the reason for such violent act as I have already tried my best to discover the reason but have always failed."

"I can't let this happen anymore because his parents are complaining to me every then and now to take serious actions against your son, so if please you could make him understand that whatever he is doing is just not done.", teacher completed the whole drama story in one go.

"Why did you slap Rahul?", now the interrogator was his Father, so keeping quiet seemed to be a bad idea.

He tried answering but words just won't come out.

"Answer me, why did you hit Rahul ?", this time a more threatening voice was heard in the staff room.

For a moment even the teacher got scared, but then came the reply.

"I love to see the imprints of all my fingers on his face after slapping him", came the innocent reply.

Smita

Will you still love me? Part 4

noreply@blogger.com (maithili) — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 04:12:06 PDT

A story of Insecurity after betrayal, hope after reassurance and ... Love after tears

Continued from Here

I was sitting alone in the cafeteria, having my lunch. The company gave us a voluntary break time and it worked in my favor. I would sneak in for lunch when the rest of them would get back into their cubicles. The cubicles made me feel secure. It was where I felt most comfortable these days. They were impressed with my work and thankfully did not make me go on field. Maybe they realised I excel at my work when I don't have to interact with people. What a contradiction to my previous life!

I had just started on my coffee when I saw him enter the cafeteria and frolic with the girl at the counter. I silently prayed that he doesn't see me. That guy was persistent. I had rebuked him enough times and yet he didn't get tired of starting a conversation. I began to realise that he isn't that irritating when he isn't around girls who drool over him, like in that metro the other day. He looked so lost that I almost thought of talking to him. The way he was trying to wipe his shoes clean reminded me of the school assembly, when first grade boys did the same thing before the inspection! I couldn't believe I actually smiled looking at him. How long was it since I smiled anyway? He caught me smiling at him and gave me that idiotic grin. Ok, I didn't feel the same way about it then. It was something different as if we were sharing a private joke which only we understood. The walls built around me threatened to collapse and I immediately looked away. Gratefully the station arrived soon and its been awkward with him since then.

Oh no ! he was coming towards my table and without even asking he settled himself across me. He smiled and got busy with his burger. It was strange to see him so quiet. I looked at him closely for the first time. His dark eyebrows in a perfect arch above his dark brown eyes (I m not sure if he wears lens). His thick hair as usual flopping and covering his forehead which he tried to pull back again and again. His sharp nose and his perfect jawline. If one sees him in the way he was right in front me, one would think of him as a mature and reliable guy. One look at his slender fingers carefully picking out the vegetables in the burger and placing it at the side of his plate, you know what you are dealing with! He looked up at me and once again smiled (does he think the whole clan of girls would fall for his smile?? I admit he was cute though!)

"Why do they call it chicken burger if half of it is stuffed with these ghaas phoos?" he said gesturing childishly at the dressings as if accusing them of coming on the burger and making it less delicious. I do the most unexpected thing! I laugh out aloud at his action.

"OMG OMG!! You laugh as well!!" He got hyper with his reactions.

I nod silently and listen to his blabbering. I notice that for the first time he was talking more about work than about me and him and unknowingly I join in the conversation. My phone beeped and I see that it is already 2! For last one hour I have been talking to him and my cheeks hurt due to all the smiling and laughing I had done. IT had to, considering the long period of rest it had got. He noticed my phone and remarked, "Hey I have the same model."

I just said, "Congrats" and even though I didn't think it was a great joke it set him rolling with laughter.

I finished my second cup of coffee and we returned to work. I noticed that for the first time he was wearing formals ( read proper formals with tie and all) to office.

I started my work and after sometime out of habit went into the gallery of my mobile. The image folder looked strange and the contents left me breathless. I get an anxiety attack of sorts (It hasn't happened for long) and I close my eyes and sit still till the turbulence has passed. I opened my eyes to see him smiling upon me

'Hey payal I think thats my cellphone you brought by mistake. Here is yours!"

I got up in a fit of rage and thrust his phone into his hands and grabbed my own phone.

I picked up my bag and rushed out of the office. Tears poured out of my eyes and I took in a quick smoke. My thoughts before hailing a cab were of resigning from this office..

Maithili & Pulkit

(to be continued next Wednesday)