Lost but not found...

Oh my dear,
My life's so haywire without you..
You were so important to me, didn't I knew..
Now, I feel, I lost everything with you..

We were together for three years..
And now you are gone, I am under fear..

I thought you would would return..
But you didn't, I should take care, Why don't I learn..

I searched for you,every place, every hub..
Now I am sure, everyone should have a backup..

But now I don't see any signs of your coming..
So now its time to forget you and get going..

Now I am looking for New One..
This time an Advance one..
A brand new Mobile..

I lost my dear mobile, I have already misplaced it many times before, but this time its lost :(
This time I am planning to by an affordable PDA. Let's see...

Old is Child

It's about Patience...
As father teaches child to walk
It's about Patience...
A son who wants to understand his old father
Ageing is a test for the Son and the Father..
It's Patience,
It's Test
It's Love

Written for Sunday Scribbling Prompt : #156 -- Aging

College Campus : Tug for Rose

"Lets see whom Rohan gives the rose!" bawled one of the two girls. One of Rohan's friend who was in vicinity didn't miss to SMS about the betting to him. Looking at the message Rohan shrugged. "Once again I have to find out a way" he thought. One of the two girls was his childhood friend while other was his good friend-neighbor. The Rose day was coming nearer, the girls were in full force to impress him. One had bought an expensive perfume for him while other had bought a costly wrist watch. Shopping went on.

The Rose day arrived. The two girls were waiting for him in the campus. Hours had passed but Rohan was nowhere to be seem. His mobile was unreachable. Both of them were fuming. In the background, songs were being dedicated and layers and loads gifts were being exchanged. With the gifts in hand, they stood waiting for their dream boy.

"Hi" somebody said from back. He is was one of her classmate. "I have two tickets for the new movie release. If you have time, could you join ?" he asked. She stood in dilemma. She looked at her watch and decided to go with the offer in hand. "Off course" she said and off they were on his bike. She saw her competitor driving away with someone else. She sighed. It was sure Rohan would not come today.

No sooner they were off, Rohan entered campus with his bike. he switched his mobile and gave twinkle a call. "Both the girls were earnestly waiting for you. You know ? Why don't you tell them about us?" she suggested. "Yes I will" he replied, not being reactive.

There was a glow on his face. "Wow Three girls after me! Great. I need to find some good excuse to throw at these girls...Well not so difficult for me." he winked to himself, happy with the achievement.

Written for Three Words Wednesday Prompt :Layer Earnest Reactive. Used the latter 2 in my writing.

He knows everything…

The speeding Merc entered the palm grooves. It came to halt with the screeching sound. The frightened driver grabbed the cigarette packet and stepped out. His had shivered as he lit the cigarette. The place was deserted, which he appreciated.

It was a big accident. Even their bike was speeding, not completely my fault. Who will believe me. But they were hit bad, almost thrown away, impossible to survive the accident. What I was suppose to do? Take them to hospital ? ………..they hit to the right of the car.

He reached to the right of the car. He bent down to his knees to see the damage. The scratches and bump was prominent with few tinges of red. His heart was pounding. With hands in hair, he stared at it.

Just ahead, he saw feet, surprisingly they were glowing. His eyes ran down to top. A mysteries man with a glow stood. A book with a feather was floating before him. Is this a dream ? he couldn't believe. The man was not ordinary.

Who are you ?

I am Chitragupt*, I have come from heaven. I came to write what you just did. People think they can hide their sins and nobody can find out, but they forget that nothing is hidden from God.

Your Deeds decide your destiny!! , he said as he vanished….

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*Chitragupta (Sanskrit: चित्रगुप्त, rich in secrets) is a Hindu god assigned with the task of keeping complete records of actions of human beings on the earth, and upon their death, deciding as regards sending them to the heaven or the hell, depending on their actions on the earth.

Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt #155 - "I come from..."

Always in wonderland!! – Escape from the train..

Ritu was sitting in the fourth seat of the ladies compartment of the train, with her office bag and other bag with vegetables that she bought before getting into the train. She had to prepare the food once reaching home. It was almost 6.45 pm. It would be 8.00 pm to reach home. She was used to it by now. Every day seemed just the same. Weekends were nothing more exciting. She had to be on her toes as she juggled work and personal life. Closing eyes, she plugged her earphones and increased volume enough to cut-off from the populace around.

The view was beautiful. The sun rays were entering the bathroom through the silky curtains, filling the room with natural tender ambiance. The fish bowl stood on the curved wooden stand. The two Goldfish playing inside. As the rays passed through the fish bowl, the wavering reflection ubiquitous around the room complimented the luxury. She lay there in the tub, as the aroma unwounded her. Lavender was the chosen aroma of the moment as the soothing romantic music was played in the background. What a lavish life, just what she wanted. As she basked in the sumptuous bath, the fish holdout watching her, she felt proud. The fishes were jealous of her…

The dream vanished with the loud horn. It was the train. …Jealous of me ? She laughed to herself. What a wonderful dream, like always. Persuading herself to come out of dream, she got down from the rain. The fact was so different from the dream. The kitchen flashed before her eyes. Come back, she told herself. The other mind still wanting to run back to the dreams. Snapping the maverick mind, she headed towards home, as she felt the burden.

P.S : Ritu is a married working women who is trapped in the home-office-home routine who finds a rescue in her dreams, where she lives the way she wants.

Written for Three Words Wednesday Prompt : Burden, Ubiquitous, Natural.

Dear Past Me, Dear Future Me

Dear past me : A Simple girl with lots of hopes and dreams in eyes...
Dear Future me : Still Simple girl with more dreams, like a bird to savor the beautiful places around the world.

Dreams drive me!

Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt :#154 -- Dear Past Me, Dear Future Me

College Campus: While Returning from College Function

The girls were tired and hungry. They hopped in the bus from college. They had planned to stay at friends rented home. The festival was fun and the girls had enjoyed dancing to the DJ music. It was 10 pm and the bus was almost empty with only few college students returning from the annual college function.

They were whispering about the guys in the bus who had deliberately left the function following the girls. They whispered and giggled. The guys took the backseat from where they could get the view of the girls. Among the guys was Rahul who was famous, rather favorite in the girls group.
The bus stopped. The girls got down. As the bus started, a crumpled paper ball popped out of the bus landing in front of the girls. The girl's group chief signaled to ignore it and just keep walking. The bus sped away. They tried to ignore any look towards the bus.

After confirming the bus was out of sight, they took an about turn and giggling and teasing, they hurried back to the bus stop. The paper ball was still lying as if it was waiting just for them. One of the girl hurried and picked it.

She smoothed it and started reading slowly and slyly, her eyes twinkling, she read the mobile number under Rahul's name. Each looked at each other. Eyes opened wide. Some giggles, Some sighs. Some advised to throw it away. Some recommended to save the number. The chief took the lead. She took the paper. Every eyes on her. With attitude, she took it and saved the number to her mobile.....

Wounded Pet

The car sped away recklessly. In the silence of the night, she could only hear the sound of the speeding car and the piercing cries of Tommy. Her temper changing, she ran towards her wounded dog ambivalent, curses for the driver, but solitude for Tommy. With tearful eyes, she dialed the veterinary. In the dark night, in the void, she sat, cajoling her dear pet, praying for the doctor to reach soon...

Written for Three Words Wednesday. Words - Cajole Reckless Temper

On the day of Colours!

I locked the door and instructed mom to tell any visitor who asks for me that I am off to aunt's place. It was a trick to keep away the colors.

The bell rang. I signaled mom that I would be in the kitchen, just in case they try to hunt me down. Some sounds were heard. Few seconds later she came to me. "Who's Priya ? She is here to wish you Happy Holi!" she said with a teasing smile. "Priya? Wow, she came here to wish me Holi greetings!".

Blushing and grooming my hair, I reached the door. I opened it.. And splash! "Happy Holi ! Priya ? See how we got you out of the hiding!" And a loud laugh. Some more splashes of coloured water on me. Coloured hands were reached my face. Somebody pulled my legs and I was down on the floor.. Some more splases and colors. Laughing, I got up and made a counter attack on my friends. I managed to get them down to the floor. I was enjoying every bit of it. At the door, my mom was smiling, enjoying. I reached to color bag and attacked her and took revenge. Somebody switched on the music. And were started dancing, colored, drenched, face unrecognizable, like Crazy!

Happy Holi!

The buzzing Mumbai streets

As I was walking from station to my home, somebody was talking very loudly. I looked to my right, and found two girls were too engrossed in chatting. As I walked further, the noise just added, the cars honking badly. I stopped to cross the road. In the absence of any traffic rules,crossing roads in Mumbai too seems a small adventure in itself. I followed the protocol, Look left, Look right and then move (which is one of the rules that are taught in childhood. Another such rule is, Do not talk to strangers!) As I crossed the road, there was sudden burst of laughter and babble. The two girls had joined their group! All of them were talking at the same time.

I pass the street everyday, but for the first time I took a closer look. It was crowded. Some political hoardings with not so attractive faces were up at the light poles. Some guys were sitting on the two-wheelers parked at road-side. Some of them, out for bird-watching while others just to discuss some very important matters like Cricket or the new mobile in market. Some talking endlessly on mobile. Some eating the Pani-puri or Vada paav from the vendors along the road. Group of kids playing cricket in the lane…It is a view of most Mumbai Streets! A part of Mumbai life!

Something to listen…Music, best stress buster

My stress buster is Music and Sleep.

Both refreshes my mind! I don't follow a particular music genre. What I listen totally depends on my mood at that time.

I would like to share some of my Favorites songs.

 

 

1. Baatein kuch an kahisi…(Hindi film – Life in a Metro)

2. Ye Rishta kya kehlata hai…(Hindi film – Meenaxi)

3. Soniyo…(Bollywood Film – Raaz)

4. Is This Love - Kahin Na Laage…(Bollywood Film – Kismat Konnection)

5. Bakhuda Tumhi Ho…(Bollywood Film – Kismat Konnection)

Listen to Fav 5 For Blog songs on Dhingana.com

Created by: Megha Haware

Listen to all Smartlists created by Megha Haware

Fight Global Warming ! Spread the word!

the Balls of papers in the bin…

…the Smoke in air to breathe in

thousand of Cars on the road…

…each Speeding and Honing

chemicals from Factories…

…mixing with Stream

More Ignorance, More Pollution…

…now suffering from Global Warming

-Megha

Written for Sunday Scriblings Prompt "Listen up because this is important!"

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Its time we open our Eyes and Save our planet !

If you care for this beautiful world…spread the word

Drive Smart! Take public transit, walk. Else think of Car pooling.

Buy Local and Organic

Support clean, renewable energy.

Replace incandescent light bulbs with compact fluorescent bulbs.

Saving energy at home is good for the environment and for your wallet.

Become a smart water consumer.

Buy energy-efficient electronics and appliances.

Plant a Tree, protect a forest.

Reduce! Reuse! Recycle!

Mount a local campaign against global warming.

- From http://www.sierraclub.org/energy/tenthings/

When eyes lie..

Sitting at my study table, I tried to calm myself. But the more I tried, the more I got restless. Thoughts kept churning on my mind. I have never thought one dreadful day, I'll kill my own brother.But I have never thought that my own brother would kill my father. How could he kill my father, the same man who had changed his life from a orphan to a well educated doctor. He was always my idol. But all his love and care for me and dad was not genuine. He faked it ? Just for money?

When I rambled to the ICU, I was sure that my brother who was handling my dad's case, will be the best doctor for my dad. I was assured. Until what I saw from the glass opening of the ICU room door. He pulled out the oxygen mask from my fathers face and stood there. I couldn't understand what was happening. I didn't knew it was an attempt of murder. Hastily, as I knocked the door, he opened the door. The mask was in place. "You have to be strong. I am sorry. He is no more" said my sly brother unconscionably. I stood there crying over my father's still body.

Opening the drawer, I ascertained the gun was there, hidden under the books. The plan is in place. I don't know what would happen of me. I am just 16. But I will avenge my father's death. Above the books, there was a letter folded. I picked it and opened to read. It was by brother's writing.

"I know you couldn't get over dad's death. It's painful for me too. But you should know the truth. I wanted to tell you personally, but you have been very depressed, so thought I should wait. But now its the time. Dad always treated me as his own son. He never thought any difference between you and me. He was a brave man. But he was very ill and had already lost the will to live. He wanted to get rid of the incessant pain that he was suffering. I knew what he was going through. Maybe that's why he chose me to do the sin. Sin to kill my own father. I never wanted it, But the pain in his eyes only pleaded for a favor, favor that was sin for a son. A mercy-killing. I had to do it, for his sake. You are too young to understand. But you should know. I am sorry"

I was shocked. Wiping the sweat, I turned around. He was standing at the door, with tearful red eyes. Running towards him, I hugged him tightly. I realized I didn't want to loose him. Sometimes our vision fails to understand the reality.