Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Wait

Some cannot come to acceptance,
Some wait for acceptance,

What about those,
Who don't know who to ask.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

V Day

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Versatile Blogger Award

~ Versatile Blogger Award! ~

I love blogging, I love writing. I have tried my best to write across genres but writing is not yet coming very effortlessly. It is not like breathing yet! When it will come that natural, it will be the day when I would proudly say Writing is in my blood. I wish that day would come soon. 
But meanwhile awards serves the motivation to reach that goal. Every one needs motivation and person like me need the most in writing.

Thank you Amita for awarding the 'Versatile Blogger Award'!! 
Amita is a wonderful blogger and we crossed our paths while working on a contest by Blogadda. Her fortress is the romantic genre :) Not only she is good blogger but also a good leader and patient human being. She got us up and running for the contest when most of us were cribbing.

Thank you Meenal & Sonal for choosing me for the award!!
Meenal & Sonal share an inspiring blog space. They write wonderful poetry. They are fellow blog-a-ton writers and winners.

* 7 Facts about me *
  1. I was caught between Writing and Photography a few years back, torn between where to dedicate my time. I chose writing. I do not regret. I want to see my name on books as author...<dreaming>
  2. I love travelling and planning. I want to travel the Himalayan range. If possible own a beautiful house in the mountains.
  3. I love watching films. My favorite films are - Shutter Island, The Matrix, Tangled and many more. I have watched Friends all 10 seasons 5 times and I can watch again but I am holding myself as I then forget my other priorities ..
  4. I love watching anime. My favorite  anime are - Death Note, Darker than Black and Mushishi. I am exploring this arena..but I mostly stick to sci-fi.
  5. I want to visit Japan & China.
  6. My dream house would be in Himalayas, traditional/victorian look and furniture, overlooking a flowing river and the peaks and (my favorite part) it will have a library with a huge world map wallpaper, there would be a reading table with a laptop and my kindle.
  7. I am and am not introvert.

* My Nominations *

I nominate following blogs whom I love to read and have inspired me,
  1. Aesthetic Blasphemy - I love all his writings but I like his abstract the most.
  2. SOLILOQUIES - For his one-two-four liners that hold the power of a book.
  3. Panchalibolchi - A fellow Blog-a-ton blogger and an inspiration.
  4. Embark my words - For his inspiring promise to himself to write everyday and for his romantic posts.

All you guys need to do is -
  • Display the award on your blog
  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Share 7 facts about yourself
  • Nominate 15 blogs
  • Link your nominee’s blogs and let them know

Sunday, February 08, 2015

Dear Sir

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 51; the fifty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Red Ink Publishers and "Curse Of The Red Soil" by Durgesh Shastri. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.
And won the Gold

17th January 1889,
West Sussex.

Dear Sir,

Greetings. Thank you very much for not discarding my letter without reading. For it is only you who can make my life. 

I have seen many letters but this is the first time I am writing one.  If this letter may not seem very correct, please forgive me as a child. I have written it secretly as I did not want my mother to worry more about me. 

My mother says when God created earth, it gifted animals with alertness and doomed man with intellect. With intellect man can think, she said, he can plan and he can dream. Why? To survive, we need to think and plan. But why do we need to dream? I asked my her. She then showed me her empty purse. "My purse is empty now but when I close my eyes I see you me and your father smiling, we are at the opera, I am handing out the money, and the woman is giving me the tickets. 'Enjoy!', the woman says. I know nothing of it could be true, least of all having your father back. But in dreams, I can, Dreams is my second reality. You will not understand", she said tousling my hair. But I did. I loved that idea, Sir. And I too wanted to dream.

When I lied down that night, I thought what is it that fascinated me? What is my dream? What do I want to experience badly. I could not point out but I felt as if it was very near but still out of my reach. It was after that day that my mother says I started behaving crazy. 

She used to catch me starring at the knife. Once she caught me holding it at my wrist. Believe me sir I do not remember doing it. But whenever I saw it, I wanted to smell the mix of metal, blood and what I have never thought before, death. A child to think of such things, my mother was terrified. She slapped me. But that couldn't stop my whirling mind. My dream, I realized, was to know death. That thin line between life and beyond was so clear to me and I often thought how would it be like, to cross. And Sir, life didn't play fair too. Mother asked me to put the rubbish out of my mind. But death was so much easing around me. The salty sea and silver flying fish, the waves, how much they were inviting. The running engine, the speed, the wind and the rustles of passing trees, they were appealing, provoking thoughts of how it would feel to experience, the jump. The vast dark sky at the cliff , filled with millions of twinkling stars and the moon. It is disappointing that one would never be able to dive into them, the stars.

I never shared these thoughts with my mother but she saw them written on my face nevertheless. Finally, she took me to doctor. I don't remember what he said cause I was lost in that room, it was the like haven to my need. The scissors, knives, pliers, the small tall glass with blood, cotton, it was like the death was at play in the room. I could smell it. It was like hovering in the air and I just had to stretch out my hand and touch it. I was all smiles but when I saw my mother struggling to take out money from her purse, turning over her bag to make it for the doctor's fees I felt sad.

My mother held me closer that night. "What has happened to you?", She said. Her eyes were filled with tears. She looked as if she had aged by ten years in two weeks. She was so fragile, it was like I was looking into the eyes of death. I said sorry to her. "Don't do anything stupid, please", she said. I said I won't. She held me to her heart. I heard it, the pounding sound of her heart, dub dub. I never heard it sound so high. The sound of life. She looked at my face and read my hesitation. She sighed understanding. 

"What is it now?", she asked. I could hear her heart was beating loud and fast in anticipation. I want to be a doctor, I said. To my surprise she smiled and tears flowed down her cheeks. I think she thinks this is not one of my other stupid things. So I think, maybe it is not. And so here I am, writing this letter to you. I want to bring life back from the touch of death. To see death in face and bring life back. We are not rich people Sir but I am ready to do all your work, anything. Please take me as your apprentice and I will owe my life to you. I am waiting for your reply Sir, waiting to put that instrument you showed me that day, into my ears and hear life loud and clear. 

Yours faithful and obedient,
Rob Marcel

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