Saturday, October 24, 2015

Flash Fiction

One Night Stand

"I know the deal was for one night stand but I have fallen in love with you" She muttered.

The mirror laughed at her stupidity

Wedding Tales

She embraced him warmly and said “Happy Birthday sweetheart! Love you forever and ever” 

Just then, her handset beeped with an SMS “Hey wifey! My flight is postponed to tomorrow due to heavy fog in Edinburg. Missing you"

She replied "We miss you too...Wish you could be here on Aaron's Fifth birthday"

Game O Mania

He drove dangerously to the left and then to the right dodging the vehicles on the road. And then, he smashed into the huge truck in the opposite direction

Alas..! he cried.. “I lost the game again”

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Bittersweet October

The table calendar with scenic beauty reminded that clock entered into the second week of October. She wrapped her eyeballs under the flimsy eyelids as an endeavor to forget the distressing past. And the lady of sleep slowly indulged her into her lap.

 “Congratulations! Mr. and Mrs Rao…you are soon going to be parents. Mrs. Rao, you need to take care of yourself now.  Your little one will be in your lap in the second week of October”.

She woke up when puffed and salted tears in massive droplets plunged on her Shiny red cheeks. Turmoil of emotions stirred like a directionless devastating cyclone.

The small nap acted as a crazy bitch revoking the memories which she was trying to bury forever. She moved her hand over her belly cursing all the gods out there for her fate. The miserable incident of miscarriage few months ago still haunted like a perilous phantom. Had that not happened, a little angel would have been in her arms by now.

On seeing her tear filled eyes, sunny jumped onto her making gentle noises and licking her hand. “Sunny” a crossbreed tiny pussy cat, a gift from her beloved husband is a new hope and remedy.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Friday, October 2, 2015

The Encounter

Life has its own way of throwing surprises in our mundane lives. Few of them leave us with remarkable experiences of thrill, wonder and delight.  Probably, these are planned by the supreme power and act as a source of recreation to humanity.  As a ray of hope in this insane world.  Couple of such incidents transformed my insight to the purpose of existence.  And one of them implausibly changed my life for eternity.

I was already hired as a technology analyst when I was honored with Masters Degree in Information Technology from the State University of New York. Since then, New York has become my home next. The city embraced me into its arms with warmth.  Friends from corners of the world made their way into my heart.  Since then trips to the abodes of nature and wild life became very often. That was when I fell in love with the wonders of nature. Not a single weekend was spent without a getaway. We didn’t wait for a reason to flee to explore the quaint and blissful spots in and around the States. Gradually as years passed, folks in our crew diminished and our very often adventures came to end. Perhaps, folks were occupied with routine chores and big things like wedding.  

That left me with humungous amount of time to think and introspect deep inside. Feeling of loneliness, longing for love, whining for care slowly crept inside me. Within no time, social networking sites occupied the most of my free time. On one such routine day while I was surfing a site on candid photography, I stumbled upon a comment by a gentleman.  My eyes strolled around the pages and I unconsciously landed on this gentleman’s FB page. Since then, I followed his status updates, photographs, likes and dislikes.  Above all he was handsome and charming.

The MIT grad with great sense of humor, sensibility and great vocabulary just impressed me in no time.  Because his opinionated messages are rational, thought provoking and smile inducing. His posts turned out to test to my vocab skills and I had to flip the dictionary often.  He was an ardent follower of cricket, football , Hollywood and Desi movies.  An amateur photographer with great sense of capturing emotions. A socialite with bunch of buddies living around the world. It looks imprudent to judge a person by his FB posts and pictures but I always believed that our posts and status messages are reflections of our personality. Sooner than later I realized, a sense of liking blossomed in me. Certainly, it was a crush. A genuine feeling of fondness and inclination sans expectations. Although, I knew I was no where a match to him.

Later, that year I had to visit India to attend my cousin’s wedding. Amidst the celebrations, my parents brought up to me a suitable match from known sources. Incidentally, the so called NRI was in India and I was supposed to meet him the very next day at my cousin’s wedding.  Although, I wasn’t keen as it came out of the blue, I frantically agreed for the meeting for the happiness of my parents. 
Assorted thoughts in varying intensities hit my mind like electric waves.  The whole night was spent anticipating the questions for the kinda interview. Frankly, I was preparing myself to behave civilized and sophisticated. Owing to the impromptu meeting, I didn’t have the liberty to have a look at the guy’s photograph or bio data. 

Never in my life, I imagined something like this would happen to me. And while I was busy applauding the flamboyant pieces of jewelry and sarees at the wedding, I heard a “hello” from behind. I fervently looked back and was aghast to see the man in front of me. My secret buddy in FB. My parents stood beside him conversing with an elderly couple. I instantly assumed them as his parents. I pinched myself to make sure if I wasn’t hovering in a dreamy land. 

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Shattered love

She ordered fresh orchids for the vase in the living room. Every corner of the house was well decorated with balloons and candles. She chose the best outfit from the wardrobe. The thought that she is going to meet him after 2 years made her exciting. The day she had been waiting has finally come. To pour her heart out to her childhood the true man in her life…to her soul mate.

As she moved towards dining table to the set porcelain plates, the phone rang.

“Miss claire, I am calling from Emirates International. We are sorry to inform you that flight L27655 travelling from Zurich to Washington has been blasted with explosives by unknown resources”.

#My first attempt at Flash fiction

Friday, July 3, 2015


I have been a great fan of 19th century’s sensational poem “Invictus”.  The powerful lines “I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul” are thought provoking and inspiring. Many times I am left with goose bumps and magical motivation. Probably never before in my life a poem created such an impact and imparted the power to live and lead a life more positively. It always brought hope out of despair, strength out of weakness, dream out of reality and life out of death.

Often I wonder if what is said is true, then why do we find handful of successful people. You may argue with me on the definition of success. Lets leave it aside now. If our lives are in our hands, then why can’t we mold it as we wish?.  Sometimes even after invariable and relentless hardwork, we fail.  And then people blame on luck. They say hardwork and luck should go hand in hand. When they are together magic is created and sky is the limit. It is said that world will be at your feet and you can rule it.  

Having born to a Hindu family, I have been exposed to the philosophy of karma since childhood. The great epic of Indian mythology “Mahabharata” emphasis on karma siddhanta. To put in simple words “the doings of one life impact and design/creation  our next lives”.  This has been believed by the people of Bharata land since ages.

Did you sense what I am trying to say? Not yet! Let me put it this way..If destiny of one’s life is already written and hardcoded, then why do people say “you can change your life with your hardwork’. Doesn’t  this create a conflict? Where does the truth lie? And where not? What to believe and what not? What rules life? Hardwork or destiny? Which one has the upper hand? What is god made and what is man made?.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Book Review: Ramayana – The Game of Life: Shattered Dreams

This book Ramayana – The Game of Life: “Shattered Dreams is the second book in the series of Ramayana -The Game of Life after first book of “Rise of Sun Prince” written by Shubha Vilas.
About Author: Mr. Shubha Vilas is a spiritual seeker and motivational speaker. His leadership seminars are famous in the corporate world.

Blurb: Blurb of the books gives a gist of the plot explained in the book about the drama of Rama’s exile. Inference of Kamba Ramayana, Ramacharitramanas and Folk philosophy and tales were mentioned.

Book Cover: An age old Pic of lord Rama is interesting and captivating. Emotions of Dasaratha and Kaikeyi are well depicted in the background.

Publisher: Jaico Books

Pages: 387

Chapters: 9

Plot: The story begins with King Dasharatha feeling distressed and struggling between delusions and consciousness. Description of Rama and Sita before the throne ceremony is truly eye captivating and interesting.

Then the story takes turn with Kaikeyi expressing her wish claim her two boons.
  • 1.To make Bharata, the king of Ayodhya
  • 2. Send Rama to exile into forest for 14 long years

Lord Rama obediently accepts the wishes expressed by kaikeyi with tranquility. He quickly makes up his mind and respects his elders, especially his father Dasaratha. Emotions of Dasaratha explained in the book during Rama’s exile are heart wrenching. Sita and Laxmana decide and convince Rama to take them along with him. Thus, fulfilling their respective duties.

People of Ayodhya express their greif and agony with Rama’s exile. Bharata’s army along with people of Ayodhaya start their journey to forest in search of Rama and bring him back to the great city Ayodhya.  

Each scene is described elaborately in the book capturing feelings of every character in the story.
The story depicts Rama’s loyalty, Sita’s and Laxmana’s obedience, Bharata’s respect, Dasaratha, kausalya and people of Ayodhaya’s love for Rama.

The title of the book “Shattered dreams” is apt for this part of Ramayana. There is spill on everyone’s dream, Dasaratha’s dream to make Rama the king of Ayodhya, people’s dream to see Rama ruling their land, protecting them. By the end even kaikeyi's dream to see Bharata as the king is shattered.

My Experience: I being a fan of Indian mythology had great expectations from the book. Unlike Mahabharata, story of Ramayana had been told several times and imprinted in my mind since childhood. Though the main drama is always known, reading this book has enlarged my scope of thinking. I got to know many aspects of the story which were not known. The reference of the foot notes is a great idea by the author and is the USP of the book. However, these notes left reader little boring after couple of chapters. Short and crispy one –three lines would have made a positive impact. Even though the foot notes were philosophical and enriched, lengthy lines giving lot of information in a single page and made it boring and repetitive.

Best of the book: Six Anartha’s were beautifully described.

Rating:  3/5

Thanks to Blogadda for choosing me to review the book and their persistent follow up to ensure that the book reached me is appreciative.

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Sunday, January 25, 2015

Wedding Fever

I eagerly glance at my handset responding to the beep noise, hoping to see an offer letter from a fortune 500 company. A fancy wish. Here I see, another wedding invitation from a school friend of mine. The other day I open my FB account to see several notifications. 70 % of which are of change in relationship status from single to engaged or married.  And I wonder, if there exists a classy, non poky, focused world.  After all, the world around me intentionally or not is constantly reminding me that “I am of marriageable age”.

The beautiful lehengas, luxurious decoration, stunning jewelry, and gorgeous bride in royal weddings is seen and heard these days in pictures, videos and posters. Folks at home and office, parties and dinners have fallen short of topics like nature, career, travelling, food and life. The ominous word everywhere is “Wedding”. Everything and anything is twirled and intertwined with “My wedding”. Uff….and many interviews and questions on this global issue. Nevertheless, II am prepared with quick answers to the kind of potential questions I face. Apparently, I have been adapting to such situations since 2 years now.

 I always wonder if it isn’t unfair to decide someone’s marriageable age. I mean, how can it be decided?. By biological age or emotional age or intellectual age. Why is biological age always judged when it comes to marriage? For instance what if a biologically fit person does not have that intelligence or emotional capacity to handle the institution of marriage. Or to respect  and understand the partner and develop trust and love. Every person has a right to think and make a decision. A wise decision to make no regrets in future. Similar to a happy fairy tale ending.
Marriage is not an event which is done in x number of hours and sustained for y numbers of years. It is a life long commitment, responsibility, loyalty and security.

Life is not always black and white. There are many colours hidden and needs to be explored.  It would be simple and uncomplicated if things happen like bollywood movies. Like the first site love and first touch feelings. An utterly tough job for a girl like me is to judge the guy sitting across the table posing with lasting smiles all throughout. I sit crossing my legs and trying my best to evaluate one’s character. I impose strongly on my brain. I apply visual graphics to my grey matter. I fancy walking, talking and kissing trying to forecast the comfort levels. Sounds awkward but I shamelessly admit it. And that isn't wrong I say. Because, the theorem of marriage proves 30=70 in case of arranged marriages. My 70 years (or whatever it may be) of life is based on those "30" minutes of conversation.

On the contrary, May be I am worried and apprehensive about those 30 minutes. And that big thing that follows. I am not doubting on my judgmental skills, but I am skeptical about the to be groom's acting skills. May be I still want to roam freely around the world. Take on a world tour on my own. Visiting places like Turkey, Stockholm, Sydney, Vegas, Capetown and many more. May be I am waiting for a big break in my career. May be I want to set up a profit making company. May be I want lead a social cause. May be I want to be established as a 50,000 copies selling novelist. May be I want to freeze my age at 24 to perennially be that hot, independent, single, passionate free bee.