Last Trifecta Challenge :(

Miniature writings

Pouring ourselves out

Trifecta,

A big shout-out

Seeds of imagination you have sown

Creative words on paper grown

As curtains go down

You shall be missed from all of us around

This is written for the last Trifecta Writing Challenge. It was a free write. 33 words. 

Sand : Haiku

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Etched in sand                                                         

Temporary it is

May ‘we’ sustain forever though

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Like castles, we built of sand

Wish life could be molded

Like we wanted

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You never realize

How quick they grow

And like sand, time slips away

This is written for Haiku Horizons Prompt # 5 – ‘SAND’

Unmade as always

Unmade as always

But hey, I like it that ways

Creases forming intricate designs

This bed has seen all my mood signs

Cried I have sunken on the pillows

When life was vague and nothing but hollow

Privy to all sweet nothings

Along with sweethearts, it listened to talks so mushy

Sitting in my sweat pants

Writing poetry and the rants

While readying for the hangouts

On it, all the dresses have been laid out

Jumped on it in excitement

Punched it hard in resentment

Pizza crumbs on it be found

And yes, my phone must also be around

Cuddled on it with soft toys

Under warm blankets, oh what joys!

Lazed around for hours at a stretch

Lost in thoughts sitting on its edge

Me and my world it has held

Oh yes, I just love my unmade bed!

This one is written for Mag # 212

Oh Laptop Oh Laptop I Miss You Like Hell

That’s what friends are for! To lift you up when you are feeling down. So while I sulked on Facebook about not having my laptop with me during the weekend to write, Amrit Sinha (www.livinglifegreenspeck.blogspot.in) came to my rescue. He gave an idea. And then, we rhymed. Without any reason. On a chat. The result is below. Have a look! A stanza each written by both of us. And being my first ever duet poem, this one is sure going down the memory lane. We had fun crafting this up. Hope you have fun reading it too. And Amrit - thank you, this sure made me smile J

Oh laptop, oh laptop,

I miss you like hell,

When will you, when will you

Again get well?

My laptop, dear laptop

Why did you go away?

Don’t you know oh dear

That being with you makes my day!

That hour when you arrived,

You gifted me with smiles,

We promised to be together,

In journey across miles

Ah, the caress and the warmth

When I swiftly glide along the keys

How badly, how badly

Those silent tickles I now miss

The games that we played

All day long

Movies we watched

And all my favourite songs

Writing the poems and posts

On those lonesome nights

The creativity inside me

Kissed greater heights

And then came the darkness

Flooding the dawn

My passion screamed tears

My heart thus mourned

I crave to write, to touch

The desire to see you again

Pouring thoughts and my world

‘Cause that’s what can keep me sane

For you, I’ll wait

My love all day

Come back to me

Just find a quicker way

Ah, Whose could it be ??

It's a WOW !!  

With a throbbing headache I wake up

I need nothing but a strong coffee cup

Housewarming party images from last night

But, oh, the messy surroundings was not a very pretty sight

Gone are the friends and their friends

‘t was fun, food, music and booze flowing without ends

Cleaning up the corners of my new place

Need to buck up, I just can’t sit and laze

As I hurry to order up things

A half-eaten cake, mobile phone and an earring

Resting on my newly acquired centre-table I see

Now whose earring could it be?

Tried hard to recall, but how could I tell

After all, the expensive booze had done its work well

Ah, I am never gonna find out was my apprehension

But somehow that earring had my attention

I picked up my phone and browsed casually

To take a picture and instagram it quickly

Half face of a lady in green earring sat in my phone gallery

So, the special connection with the earring could not just be a fallacy

But how do I find out whose it could be

Voila, why not check if a new number in my phone I could see

Yes, her number I saw with the picture

Hope of new beginnings inside me now flickered

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

Haha.. Let's joke on women today as well !!

It is almost evening as I type this. I wrote about an inspirational woman here during the Write Tribe Festival and hence, my mind was still searching for clues to write upon for today’s theme. It is a weekend and my cheery mode was on activation, especially with all the wonderful messages I received and posts that I read for today. And then, I received the following message in one of my Whatsapp groups:

HAPPY MEN'S DAY!!! For the first time something on a MAN. Do read it...Who is a MAN?

A man is the most beautiful part of God's creation who starts compromising at a very tender age. He sacrifices his chocolates for his sister. He sacrifices his dreams for just a smile on his parents face. He spends his entire pocket money on buying gifts for the lady he loves just to see her smiling. He sacrifices his full youth for his wife & children by working late at night without any complain. He builds their future by taking loans from banks & repaying them for lifetime. He struggles a lot & still has to bear scolding from his mother, wife & boss. His life finally ends up only by compromising for others' happiness.

BECHARA MARD...!?

Agar aurat par hath uthaye to besharam, aurat se maar khae to buzdil,

Aurat ko kisi ke saat dekh ker ladai kare to jealous, chup rahe to darpok,

Ghar se bahar rahe to aawara, ghar me rahe to naakara,

Bachhon ko daante to zaalim, na daante to laparwah,

Aurat ko naukari karane se roke to shak karne wala, aurat ko naukari karane se na rokey to biwi ki kamai khane wala,

Maa ki maane to chamcha, biwi ki sune to joru ka gulam..

Na Jane Kab Aayega.. "HAPPY MEN'S DAY” Respect every male in your life. You will never know what he has sacrificed for you. Worth sending to every man to make him smile & every woman to make her realize his worth!! HAPPY MEN'S DAY JO OFFICIALLY KABI  NAHI AAYEGA..

Had it been any other day, I would have laughed it off adding some tongue showing emoticons in the response. May be I would have taken this with a pinch of salt and started a friendly Men vs. Women argument. May be I would not have even responded.

But not today. Today, something irked me with the above message. I know the above message was not against women per se. But today, when the world is celebrating the women in their life, there was one man who thought of sending the above message.

I could have put up an equally strong and long message about the sacrifices women make but I am sure it would have hurt my fingers typing such a huge list. And an equally acerbic response to the way women are labeled and judged on whatever they do. But no Sir. I did not do any such thing to avoid much hurt to my delicate fingers who I thought should better be used for typing some wonderful posts. And I just responded by saying that there is a special day dedicated for men which is celebrated on 19^th November every year and that the above message was distasteful for today’s day.  

I was replied with a message that wasn’t it distasteful of me to think that we should be celebrating womanhood only on a single day rather than everyday?

Oh, what a wonderful thought it was!! So my response to this wonderful thought was something that I read today from one of the fellow bloggers - that we live every single day of our life, then why do we celebrate our birthday only once a year? If there is a particular day dedicated to celebrating womanhood, why can’t we just revel in it?  

And also the fact, that I celebrate the woman in me and wonderful women around me, every single day. It’s just that today, along with ourselves, we give the men around a chance to celebrate us.

I don’t know why any joke on women today irked me. I even sent a disclaimer warning to a dear friend saying that dare he irk me more today with jokes on women, the HALO on my head would not take time to get converted into some deadly HORNS ;)

It’s not that I have not read such jokes on women before. Trust me, there are ample of them and some are pretty creative too. I have laughed them off as well. May be, I have even sent a few around myself. But, I really don’t know why could I not take a joke on women today? I am not anti-men or something but today I just couldn’t take a joke on me. Is it because I thought that why can’t there be even a single day when women are not mocked about or something else, I really don’t know.  

I don’t even know if this post makes any sense on today’s occasion. Hope you had a better celebration of Women’s Day. To all the lovely ladies out there, a Happy Women’s Day to you.

This post is written for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – Day 7. And the theme was WOMEN.

Beast In The Cage

Assault on a neighborhood woman I hear

Guess I felt rolling down of a painful tear

Beating her almost to the grave

She didn’t bear a son and that meant punishing her with a stave

Husband goes unapologetic about it

She deserved no mercy he says with full grit

Six days and she is still unconscious

My heart cries for his behavior so obnoxious

Triggers something within the soul

The world about this ghastly act needs to be told

His should not be an easy exit

Cage is the only place where such beasts should exist

Double spaced, list of all his horrid deeds I type so furiously

It goes into next day’s newspaper, I now wait anxiously

Fuels a reaction I didn’t not expect

Better medical services now she would get

The beast is well within the cage

Our small town for such inhumanly act now writhes with rage

Hope the rage within the country spreads like wildfire

And such monsters face consequences always so dire

This post is written for Sunday Whirl, Wordle 150 where the words shown in the above picture have to be used in the post.

A Bunch of 55 Fiction

In love with a Blogger:

He:   I like you and I know you don’t. I can’t force you to like me.

She: I hope you understand.

He:   Yeah. But hey, I hope you are not going to blog about this proposal.

She: Nope. I won’t.

Half an hour later

Post Title – The Proposal

*Now, what should be the character’s name?*

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The Misunderstanding:

She: Come on, she was not worth your love. Move on buddy. And what is all this shit about not getting married ever? Trust me, if you don’t marry, then an amazing woman shall loose an opportunity to have a superb husband in you.

He:  *Amazing woman? Oh my God, is she talking about herself? *

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What are friends for?

Me:        Tomorrow is first exam of our MBA. Its accounts and you are a science                     graduate. Would you pass?

Friend:   Don’t you worry. I am going to score good in this paper too.

Me:         Ok. What is a balance sheet?

Friend:   Balance sheet is where journal entries are made.

Me:         *He is going to fail*  

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Destiny?

Jia:     You know I have phobia of doctors. Just tell him that I have fever and                      cough.

Mom:  You can’t take medicines like that every time. And this new doctor doesn’t              prescribe medicines without seeing the patient.

Jia:     Then, I would prefer dying here.

*A year later on a wedding card*

Jia Weds Dr. Sushant

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Tit for Tat:

Neha:     That client Rahul is giving me such nightmares with the agreement. He                  just rejects whatever I propose.

Meera:    Forget him. Somebody coming to see you tomorrow for arranged                              marriage thing?

Neha:      I don’t even know who has been called by Mom now?

*Next Day*

"Rahul Malhotra, you are so getting rejected". *Cheshire Cat Grin*

This post is written for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – Day 6 And the theme was 55 Fiction.

Inspiring, isn't it ??

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Inspiration. One of the most positive words when it comes to us writers. We find inspiration in the most common looking things and in the most routine of the circumstances. Or in most ordinary people. Real people. Not just the heroic tell-tale ones. The ones, who fell down at some points of time in their lives but didn’t give up, stood up again. I know everybody would have heard this line a million times. Sounds clichéd isn’t it? But still, when you see people actually following this line in the truest form, you believe that yes, there are people like these. People around us.  

Five Years Back:

She is a friend. A college friend I met in my Business school - the place where young harbor the dreams of high-flying corporate jobs. We weren’t any different. We had similar hopes too. It was just that we entered or rather we were exiting a B-school at one of the worst times. The doomed financial year of 2008-09. The one which changed the future of many companies and along with it the dreams of many B-school students who were to pass out that year. The companies were distributing pink slips and hiring was the cuss word. And that too fresh MBAs? No. Never, said most of them. The Placement Committee (of which yours truly was a part of) worked in overdrive. Calling companies one after the other. Trying to lure them to visit the school. Just a handful few paid heed to us.

It was late January. Quite late by B-school standards of getting placed. More than half of the Finance stream students were yet to be placed. A bank had shown some mercy on our school and had come for recruiting. But, that Bank was the last hope. Because after that bank, there were no companies lined up for recruitment. Group Discussions and Interviews. We gave our best. Hoped.  Prayed. Prayed hard for getting placed. But luck had different plans. We (as in me and my friend) weren’t a part of five students that were recruited that day. Sad faces loomed around. Because as I said, we didn’t have any more companies lined up.

Everybody left one by one. We were the last ones. We were sad but none of us was in a mood to say anything. Just before leaving, at the parking, she broke down. Completely. I joined too. The ‘what nexts?’ found their place in our tear laden voices. Take up marketing jobs, may be? And then, came the ‘why does God always have to do this to me’ questions. The ones for which we didn’t have any answers. She cried about her unused law degree, her lost dreams of clearing IAS exam even after slogging for years, the fact that her younger sister was well settled in her career, the fact that when she entered the best B-school of the State she had hoped that now, atleast now her career would take a better turn. I had never ever seen her like that. Broken down, totally. I don’t remember how long we cried that day in the empty, dimly lit parking lot of a place which once held high hopes for us.   

Today:

That was some other day. Today is another. And today, my friend runs multi-crore business ventures. Yes. You read it right. The same woman who had broken down in the parking lot five years back for not getting placed in a bank, today runs business ventures giving employment to many. She runs a Credit Co-operative society with eight branches all over Gujarat and Rajasthan. She runs another business of manufacturing ready-to-eat snacks and a venture in textiles. And she does it, single handedly.

Wasn’t an easy journey for her. She eventually did get placed in one of the Credit Co-operative societies from Rajasthan at a salary most of us would not have taken. She stayed in various cities of Rajasthan away from her family for a year and half surviving in that meager salary, learnt the ropes of the business, left her job and created her own Credit Co-operative society which today is giving some serious competition to the one she initially joined. And mind you, the one she joined had been established way back in the year 1999.

The woman I knew back in cold January of 2009, the woman who cried along with me for not getting placed in a bank is the woman today who is a business woman, the woman who has learnt the ropes of the trade, who knows how to deal with people. She is the woman who has made something out of herself. Inspiring. Isn’t it?  

This post is written for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – Day 5 where we had to share an inspiring story / a personal experience that will inspire.