Saturday, April 24, 2010

Archive – Another chance

Here’s another story from my archive – Another chance


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 had never thought that one dreadful day, I'll kill my own brother. But never had I 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 had always been my idol. But all his love and care for me and dad was never genuine. He faked it ? Just for money?


That day 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 door.

He pulled out the oxygen mask from my fathers mouth and stood there watching him die. I tried to comprehend 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 I thought I must wait. But now the time has come.

Dad always treated me as his own son. He never thought me any different from you. 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. The Sin to kill my own father. I never wanted it, But the pain in his eyes only pleaded for a favour, favour 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 don’t want to loose him. Sometimes our vision fails to understand the reality.


Very soon, I’ll try to post a new story. Till then please bear with me.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Archive – The Strange Night

Nowadays I feel very bore to write, in fact, my brain creates a story up to a halve and then it just stops. I know that I am being very lazy but I dump it on the weather.

But then I thought why not dig up and present some good posts/stories from the archives. So maybe till my brain springs up again, I’ll present some of my favourites. So here we go, A fantasy to start.


The strange night

It was very dark and the thunders and the lightening was frightening the 10 year old. But now that he had already covered much distance, he couldn't go back. He had not expected the cloudbursts when he left the school. The then simple path now looked cruel. He would have never have made the mistake of leaving, but the rain betrayed him on his way.

It takes one hour of walking but four hours had passed but he was still too far from home. The thunders nailed him many a times and the wind was in full action to shove him back as he stumbled ahead. With the road lights off due to rains, at times he found himself at the same place, cramping in the dark.

He saw the field ahead, crossing would be a risk. He knew that with the waters in the fields, it would be ménage for the snakes and many other animals and insects. Also, he was very tired now. He looked for shelter around. With such fierce lightening, trees could prove fatal, he had learned in school. He figured a ruined house at a distance. Having found a shelter, he sighed. The roof was leaking, but it kept him away from the wild winds and the attacking rain.

Sitting in a corner, he squeezed his leg against chest. He was shivering with cold, and fear. Tears were rolling, as his sobbing got lost in the wild growling of the clouds. He could believe that he had come this long all alone. This thought brought some good feeling to him.

Blurp Blurp, he heard a sound. A frog with sparkling eyes, was croaking in a small puddle next to him. It brought a smile to his face, for a while.

Hey friend, came a sound. He looked at the frog, HE WAS TALKING.

You look tired. Are you hungry ? Why don't you come with me ? Come and rest at my home and then tomorrow you return to your home as the weather gets fine. Now, he was too surprise to say anything. he kept looking with his eyes wide with astonishment.

Yes, he heard himself saying with a shivering voice.

Suddenly something strange happened. He found that he was shrinking. He found it frightful but at the same time he was enjoying the moment, to his surprise. He then jumped on the frog's back. His bag looked so big now, This world is so different , looking at the now-so-big things around, he said, with a smile.

Here's my home he said and meet my wife Loveline. Loveline, meet my new friend.

Hi Loveline, whats for dinner, I am so hungry, he said, later getting embarrassed at his greediness.

Fish, she said as she threw a dead fish before him.

Surprisingly, in this strange world, he found the dead raw fish mouth-watering. Wasting no time he gulped it down.

A strange thing followed. He found that he is now turned into a frog and blurped every time he tried to say something. The other two fickling frogs were laughing and jumping with joy.

He kept bouncing, croaking loudly...A thunder and he woke up and found himself sitting like a frog in the middle of the puddle. It was a dream. He couldn't stop laughing.

The rain had stopped and the sun was just rising. He picked up his bag and started walking, smiling.


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Monday, April 12, 2010

When it sets, it calls…

When I look for peace
I sit at the sea shore
And talk to the rushing waves
They slowly open my heart's door

I invite the myriad colours
Red purple yellow and the greens
For they bring tranquillity to me
And the talk with nature begins

© Megha

P.S : When I posted this picture, it didn’t took more than 5 minutes for me to write this poem. I am not good at poems and I was really surprised with my response time in getting the words together. Seems I have a special bond with sea...I am sure there is.

Is there anything that you get connected with, easily ?

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Days, Months, Years…

The morning was foggy and cold, like her mood. Everyday she stroll the empty streets looking for him. It was one unfortunate day when she lost him here, never to be seen again.
For years her friends had tried to comfort her, to convince her that she needs to move on. But as her untiring search fell into her routine and their words on deaf ears, they were waited for time to heal the wounds.
She walked on the deserted streets, hands numb, her eyes grasped for every movement. Her brain tried to deviate from the hope while her heart followed her eyes which tried to identify any hazy silhouette as him, her son.
He was 8 years when he was lost. He must be 14 now. Today is his birthday... She felt bereft. The words came out broken, saturated with loss, Happy Birthday, my son.
Written for Three Word Wednesday : Prompt words - deviate identify saturate

Saturday, April 03, 2010


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 9; the ninth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.


They were total 150 freshers. It was the happiest day of their lifetime. They had their first offer letter in hand, the letter they have fantasized and doubted all their four years of engineering. Leaving home behind, they had migrated from their home town to Mumbai, the city of hope, city of dreams. The total conglomerate was divided in four batches for training. Two of the batches were sent to Pune. The training would last for six months where they would be groomed for Technical and Soft skills.
As time passed, the lot transformed into smaller groups. Spending day at office was their only time they looked forward to where they could keep their mind busy. The evenings were mostly sombre when they had to do their daily chores that they regularly procrastinated in morning. Many a times they skipped dinner as they weren’t in the mood to go out. Getting up in the morning was equally bad. Staying away from family made many nostalgic and low. No wonder they sought emotional support outside and every day a new gossip about someone seeing someone were heard in office.
Neerav was transferred to Pune unlike his friends who were given Mumbai location. He was from West Bengal. He was 5’8 & fairly attractive. He was ok with his relocation. The news of first job was enough to cheer him. When he had started, he regularly called his home, but as days passed, the frequency subsided.
The days were passing boringly for him until he found a friend on internet. They had met by chance and at once hit it off. Her name was Natasha. She was software professional too and worked for a small firm in Mumbai. Being originally from Orissa, she too was engulfed in the nostalgic state and each searched support in other. They had a lot in common and as days passed they felt like they knew each other for years. She was a shy girl who restrained herself when they talked about her. But with regular chats she was getting candid.
That day, he asked her if they could talk on phone or meet. He waited for her reply, but only in vain. He had expected similar reaction from a shy girl like her. He doubted if he acted correctly by asking her directly, but then how was he going to reveal this thoughts. Somehow the optimist in him kept assuring him about a positive outcome. From that day he waited for her to chat but her chat status never turned online. His days turned gloomy in her absence and world suddenly seemed cruel to him. His visage was always frowned and he knew that he was angry on himself and doubly on Natasha.
One day, his melancholic mind found a new hope when Natasha’s grey chat status turned green. She was the one to ping him first. Both were glad to meet online after a long time. She chatted as if nothing happened which he found strange and wanted to confront but forgave her the next moment. When he asked her again, she took no more than ten seconds to reply. He was happy. She was ok to meet him. He felt like a sad chapter from his life has ended and the new chapter was about to start. It was decided that he would travel to Mumbai. Place and time were fixed.
Neerav’s group divided when he was relocated to Pune. Life was no different for even the Mumbai guys. But together they had had loads of fun and enjoyed a lot. So when Neerav told them that he is travelling to Mumbai, they were very happy. They were eagerly looking forward to seeing him.
Neerav reached the venue a few minutes early. So he decided to revise his dialogues till she comes. But hours passed and Natasha never turned up. Did she ditched me ? He felt upset and his hopes crumbled. Yes, she ditched me.
The next day Neerav’s was welcomed to office with open arms. They revisited their old days with a cup of coffee. There were smiles everywhere. He wished he could stay with them. He needed them. He just had a heart-break.
The next mail was delivered to the complete batch.The subject was intriguing, at the same time conniving. “The inside story of Neerav”. It was a long mail from a batch mate to each and every one of 150. Neerav’s heart skipped a beat when he saw it in the mailbox. Some bastard had played a trick on him. And he had fell in the trap so easily ?
The mail had his entire chat history with Natasha...Natasha...So there wasn’t anyone called Natasha at all ? So some sick bastard who was hunting for entertainment trapped him ? His heart sank. He grimaced as he stared at the long chat. Her questions, his frank answers, Open, Private talks were all open to all. Everything was out for others to nose.
His friends were furious on the sender. They tried to support Neerav and claim that this was all false and bullshit. But everyone knew the truth. He was exposed.
Neerav sat humiliated, undignified. An emotional fool. He stood & walked out.
*** The End ***
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Friday, April 02, 2010

New template designer for Blogspot Bloggers

I would first like to wish my blogger friends a very happy fools day. Hopefully many of could have made your friend’s day by being a natural fool :)

This post is meant specially for my BlogSpot friends who in spite of it’s “technical backward-ness” and lack of tools and functionality, chose BlogSpot over many other tools that comes loads of features. The prime area where BlogSpot scores over others is it’s simplicity. It’s a blogging tool for layman.

Well, the good news is that Blogspot has introduced new feature called “Template Designer”. Now you can choose from various templates and customise them.

For more information, check this -

1. Blogger Template – Introduction

2. Tweaking templates

So for those who are looking for a make over, it’s a big news.

P.S : I know it sounds ironic to say, but I tried a few new templates but nothing matched my taste & I’ll stick to my current layout.

But people are different and so are their choices. So, enjoy!