tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39663172407973308932024-03-13T07:04:08.239+05:30Lost in Reverie~~All the world's a stage~~Archana Nagarajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010032691794145039noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966317240797330893.post-27915922253857525772017-06-03T09:45:00.002+05:302017-06-03T09:45:25.462+05:30I love you too, Zindagi! :) <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Its been a while hasn't it , well I can imagine some of you yawning and rolling your eyes. Ok I think I will just cut to the chase. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now I wanna talk about something that made me move my lazy bum and actually take some time out to write. I have been meaning to write for a very long time (I know I know, cliche but you gotta bear with me. I really did) but never actually could force myself to do it. But today I just had to do it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thing is, I saw a movie called "Dear Zindagi" today. For the uninitiated, it is a Bollywood romantic drama. No drama though as the genre suggests(well that wasn't a good one was it? Still working on my jokes sorry about that.) A class apart from the run of the mill films that come out these days. The funda is very simple. Love your life. Can it get any simpler? Well but in practice, is it actually as simple as it sounds? Absolutely not. But why is that? A Calvin and Hobbes strip comes to my mind which pretty much sums it up. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eureka! That comic strip ought to drive the point home. Before I go yapping about how beautiful the movie was, let me quickly summarize the plot. Nothing fancy, nothing out of the blue. The story revolves around a girl, Kaira in her 20s struggling to put the pieces of her life together. To her rescue comes a guy, Jug who becomes her confidant(also happens to be a therapist) and thus begins her journey of self discovery. Yes, it is that simple. Kaira, so beautifully portrayed by Alia, not only learns her lesson, but also teaches us a lesson for life. I can say with certainty that I am not the person I was 3 hours ago. Remember how as kids, we were asked to suppress our emotions. Do not throw tantrums, do not cry etc. This film says why it is not only ok to cry when you feel like, or yell when you are hurt, but it also says why it is the right thing to do. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>"Tum agar khulke ro nahi sakogi ... toh khulkar has kaise sakogi" (translated to - If you can't cry out loud, how can you laugh out loud) </i>makes you think doesn't it. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some of the dialogues were so profound that it will be lingering in your mind days after you have watched the movie. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One other thing I loved about the movie is that, it shatters so many stereotypes. How many times have we hesitated to do things just because, hey what will others think. You know what, that really doesn't matter. The film deals with a lot other issues/problems us millennials face and the way they were handled deserves to be appreciated. All in all, this movie was one hell of a rollercoaster ride. It makes you laugh, it makes you cry and most important of all, it makes you feel good about yourself. If you haven't watched it yet, I highly recommend you do. As the dialogue goes, Ja Simran, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">jee le apni zindagi :P (no? ok I give up) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">P.S. :Thank you Dear Zindagi, you gave me something to write about and rekindled my passion for writing. :) </span></div>
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Archana Nagarajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010032691794145039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966317240797330893.post-32422026046062353122016-05-12T15:51:00.000+05:302016-05-21T19:12:24.983+05:30You, Me and (not) our love story - Chapter 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It was still raining. But that didn't seem to stop her. She was in an unusually good mood. She wasn't the type of girl who made men turn their heads in awe. Sure, she had big beautiful eyes, jet black hair that reached a little below her shoulders and a perfect jaw line which only accentuated her already perfect smile and those mesmerizing dimples that showed up every once in a while if and when she had a hearty laugh. But all this often goes unnoticed as she liked to keep a low profile. The closest that she had ever come to make up was using a Kohl and eyeliner occasionally. Her eyes radiated so much confidence and spoke volumes to someone who was observant. She was used to hearing as to how beautiful her smile was, but this compliment about her eyes totally caught her off guard. She was intrigued. She wanted to get to know that person who could read so much into her and yet she had absolutely no clue as to how he even looked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She quickly started recollecting what all she knew about him<i>. </i>What is that one important quality that an author must possess, she quizzed herself. Imagination!! squeaked her mind. Over the course of years,she had made up a couple of imaginary characters in her mind. So up till now, there was idealistic Avanti(IA), overly dramatic Avanti(ODA), smitten Avanti(SA), jocular Avanti(Javanti) and finally the one and only sane one, not so Avanti(NA). <i>Well because you know, I am anything but sane, she chuckled. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You know smitten is an understatement. You should be called obsessed. And you are this close to becoming a stalker, Javanti guffawed and the rest joined in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">As soon as she reached home, she hastily put down her bag and logged in to her laptop. On her way back, she had dropped a message to her boss saying she will connect from home. And so she had to. She had a couple of emails and she started responding to them, almost typing unconsciously. When will I ever muster the courage to quit and do something I want to, she sighed. She hated her job. She religiously did. But somehow she was still working. The money was good. Job nature wasn't very demanding. And hence she continued. After about 2 hours, she thought of taking a break. She logged into her facebook account and the 1st post she chanced upon was about some trip to Ladakh. Out of curiosity, she navigated to that link only to find herself so captivated by what the trip had to offer. And in no time, she was drafting an email to her boss telling him that she will be going on a vacation for about 15 days in another 2 weeks. </span></div>
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Archana Nagarajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010032691794145039noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966317240797330893.post-27561616098710417912015-06-20T19:03:00.000+05:302016-05-12T15:55:30.529+05:30You, Me and (not) our love story - Chapter 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A heavy downpour accompanied by a major thunderstorm brought the city to a standstill. It seemed like the rain gods were lashing out for all that is done against the nature. Here she was caught in the middle of nowhere, begging the rain gods to show some mercy but all her pleas were falling into deaf ears as the rain only seemed to gain momentum with every passing second. She was a Senior Executive in a reputed multinational company. As fancy as the name sounds, the job involved prosaic number crunching, not exactly the kind of job that excites her. Secretly, she had always wanted to be a writer and she kept assuring herself that she will become one, someday. Needless to say what she would be doing in her free time. Reading and writing had become part of her biorhythm. A bibliophile that she was, she had a separate room for the love of her life, her collection of books. As much as she wished she could go back home, cuddle up and read , she was overcome by a disquieting restlessness. It was getting late to work, same old mundane work, she thought. If only I could gear up the courage to quit and not care, she sighed. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">It was 9:30 and she was already thirty minutes late to work. Her stomach started to growl reminding her of her hunger. Great, she thought. Just then her mobile began to ring. Another call from work which she had no intention of attending. She switched off her phone and headed to the small restaurant which was pretty close to where she was waiting. She ordered a sandwich and went to occupy the extreme corner which was isolated from the rest of the restaurant. She fished for the book in her bag and started working on the story that she was writing. Halfway into her sandwich, she felt the presence of someone sitting right opposite to her staring at her intently. She pretended to be impervious to the eyes that bore into her and then she was no longer able to take it. </span><i style="text-align: justify;">What? she demanded.</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> He responded with a nonplussed silence. She gave him a good long disparaging look and when she was satisfied, she got up and left. Exactly then, the waiter ran towards her with her sandwich. It took her a good 30 seconds to realize what she had done. She turned back only to find him gone with a note on the table that read, </span><i style="text-align: justify;">you are welcome for the sandwich by the way. And hey, beautiful eyes Avantika. </i></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;">She was washed over by a gamut of emotions. She was enraged, guilty and happy all at the same time. Enraged because he was gutsy enough to look at what she was writing. Guilty because of her brash behaviour and finally happy because, well obvious reasons. She couldn't help but blush. All the bad things since morning seemed like it never happened. A random comment by a random stranger made her day. Without second thoughts, she headed home.</span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Next chapter : <a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2016/05/you-me-and-not-our-love-story-chapter-2.html"><span style="color: purple;">You, Me and (not) our love story - Chapter 2</span></a></span></span></div>
Archana Nagarajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010032691794145039noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966317240797330893.post-19768137597250954792013-11-16T20:14:00.001+05:302015-06-20T21:39:46.237+05:30Love Undefined - Finale<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Archana Nagarajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010032691794145039noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966317240797330893.post-91107583383350099422013-07-28T18:53:00.002+05:302015-06-20T21:34:47.803+05:30It's a girl? Say WOW! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What is even more shocking is the statistics. 200 million women are missing in the world today which apparently is more than the devastating deaths from world war 1 and 2 put together. And our country is yet again famous for a very wrong reason. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My blog turned 4 and I didn't even pay my blog a visit, let alone write something nice about it. (oh by the way, that was a long time ago.) Couldn't come up with a good starting line. Lame huh? Alright , I give up. Who am I kidding anyway! Never ever been good at that, but hoping to be someday. :) Hey now what's wrong with hoping huh? For all we know, hope is a good thing,maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies(rhetorical I know) . Okay this is getting ridiculous. I so get carried away and I am not gonna let that happen now. Now coming to the point,( well I don't really have a point) . This is just me trying to get back in form. Its been ages(literally) since I blogged and I feel terrible about it. Few years ago I have been so obsessed with blogging that I check every once in a while to see if someone has dropped a comment. I check Indiblogger way too often than necessary,to see if someone has voted for my post and this has been my crazy routine for a couple of months no matter what. I so eagerly wait to see my ranking and one sweet comment used to make my day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today I'm wondering where that part of me is. Has it just faded away or have I become way too busy to not find time for something I used to be crazy about. Well the answer is very simple and it pricks me as hard as ice. I lost interest. I wouldn't let myself believe that as well but that doesn't make that any less true. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Every time someone asks me something about my blog, I brush it away saying, I just stopped. Somewhere in between, I lost interest and why is that, I have no idea. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now how many of you can relate to this? Not necessarily your blog, but just anything that you used to love doing but you no longer do. Can you think of a reason why you stopped doing it? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This crazy life of ours has made our routine so monotonous that we stop doing things that made us who we are now. Never ever let that old self of you die. No matter how busy you are and how much you get carried away, take some time away from this crazy routine and spend some time with yourself, for all its worth, we get to live only once and there is no promised tomorrow. I do not wish to make a promise or anything of that sort, but I will strive really hard to not let that part of me die. </span></div>
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pleasant to many of us. Although the change terrified me, going to college was
something I looked forward to. For some reason, breaking out of my cocoon sounded
fascinating and challenging. The fear of an unknown future was over powered by
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academics. Learning doesn't end there. I learnt the hard way that not
everyone is alike and it took a lot of me patience to get in terms with that.
On the plus side, I realized that this has strengthened my fortitude. Being an
adult brings its own baggage. You ask for it or not, responsibilities will be
thrust upon us. Call it a woe of being an adult or whatever, but the grass is
always greener on the other side isn't it? The self-confidence and the courage
to face the world that this instigates is something that I will treasure for
the rest of my life. Had I been anywhere else other than SSN, I wonder if I
would have been the way I am now. SSN is the place where I was given the
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seniors made me feel at home. No I don’t quite term it as ragging. Someone needs to break the ice after all. Those endless bus journeys. Now let me tell you something. It will take about an hour for me to reach college. So that had been my time to write observations (God, that term sounds so alien to me right now ) ,study for the unit tests(now don't laugh ok? Those were taken into serious consideration. That fetches us our internal marks),talk ,talk and talk and when its finally time to get down, finish with an "I will continue that story tomorrow :D " The last minute preps for the semester exams! This list is just never ending.. Those were indeed the moments that will be etched in my memories forever.! Just
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The next day, Radha remained silent and it was very unusual of her. Priya was struck by guilt and the worst part was she had no idea what she should do to set things right. <i>A voice inside her spoke, Give time some time Priya. Almost everything heals with the passage of time. All you have to do is be patient and wait.</i> That sounds right,she thought but to no avail.With every passing day, she seemed to be living with strangers. Even Tarun seemed like a person she hardly knew. And finally the day came when Radha would be leaving to India. Their relationship had been so strained that all Priya could do was cry and cry about her misfortune and Radha wondering if she was really happy when her son got married. It all seemed so strange and weird. Everyone seemed to be speaking in silence except for Shrey of course.He had come to love his grand parents so much that he did not like it when they bid good bye to him. He wanted to leave with them and he somehow succeeded in strongly conveying that. It took a lot of her patience to calm Shrey down and by the end of the day, Priya was completely exhausted and she finally called it a day.<br />
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Just when Priya was losing her patience, he spoke.<i> We are going to India next month.</i><br />
Priya was so stunned and she stood there frozen. Tarun's words re-vibrated in her mind. She couldn't quite comprehend if it was anger or anxiety that she was feeling. Innumerable questions popped up in her mind but she couldn't find the courage to spit it out. So she decided to stay silent. Who knows what other surprises he's got in store for me, she mumbled. What? ?? Tarun sounded irritated. She decided not to speak against and decided to go with the usual stereotyped reply.<br />
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Shopping and packing occupied her mind for the next few days.She didn't have to try so hard to distract herself. By now, Shrey had turned 2 and he wouldn't stop talking. Everything fascinated him. He was like the most adorable kid one could ask for. Atleast that is what Priya thought he is. If someone was most excited about the trip to India, then it was Shrey. Ofcourse he didn't know what it meant. All he knew was that it is where his thatha and paati(grandparents) lived. He would daily ask if he would be meeting them today and that ofcourse irritated Priya. Everytime he questions, that would send a chill down her spine. She wasn't very sure how she was going to confront Radha and make up for all the misunderstandings that has happened over the past few months. She tried hard to push that thought but it somehow kept resurfacing. Apparently her mind was not familiar with the quote<em> "Let her cross the bridge when it comes" </em>Days passed and finally the day came when they would be flying to India. <br />
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Shrey!!! Wait.. Radha bellowed..Shrey is now 1 year old. And he had recently discovered the art of moving around with 2 legs and is quite excited about it. When he had started walking, he takes few steps and then gives everyone a look-even-I-can-walk kinda look. There is now not a place in the house which he hasn't explored. He knows every nook and corner of the house. Not just the place but the things as well. Tarun's cell phone often is taken out from the washing machine whereas the keys somehow find its way to the refrigerator. Laptop is his favourite eating spot. The food and himself take turns on who sits on it.No you cannot fool him with a fake laptop.He knows to differentiate between the original and the duplicate. Radha cannot help but talk about how similar Tarun and Shrey are. Brag rather than talk. She would say that a minimum of 10 times a day. Even though it irritated Priya, she would pretend as if she's least bothered about what Radha says. One thing Priya could never tolerate is the way Radha pampers Shrey, just like the way she did to Tarun.<br />
She had spoke about this to Tarun umpteen times and not once did she get a proper reply. She was afraid that she's gonna burst out someday and that day is not so far as with every passing day, her rage kept rising. <i>This too shall pass,</i> she convinced herself and fell asleep.<br />
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<i>Hopefully</i>,she thought... But something told her that things are not gonna get any better. She tried hard to sleep, but she couldn't. When it comes to taking sides between mom and wife, the guy invariably supports his mom.<i> </i><br />
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<i>So much for 8 years of being in love,she shrugged.</i><br />
<i>Wouldn't you want that when it comes to Shrey? A voice from inside called out. </i>Priya did not have an answer for that.<br />
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<i>The voice went on. See this is the problem with you. You want everything to be as you want it to be. Why can't you digest the fact that she's his mom and that is never gonna change. Possessiveness is the sweetest and the most dangerous thing isn't it? she said out loud. </i>That woke Tarun up.<br />
<i>What? He sounded irritated. </i><br />
<i>No nothing, she whispered back. </i><br />
It was obvious that she was disturbed and Tarun did not bother questioning further as he very well knew the reason.<br />
<i>Just go to sleep. You staying up all night and shouting random sentences is not gonna change anything,he said as he switched off the bed side lamp. </i><br />
Priya thought to herself, <i>starting tomorrow, I am gonna try to be a better daughter in law. She smiled to herself and she drifted to sleep. </i><br />
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The next day dawned. She had decided that the first step towards being a good DIL is getting up early.She had decided to get up by 4:30.Fail.It was 5:45 when she got up and Radha was already up.<br />
<i>Okay don't give up now. You can do it,she tried strengthening her determination.</i><br />
She switched on the light and she took a look at Shrey and Tarun. Look at the way both sleep.Like dad like son , she thought<i> </i>and she scurried to finish all her morning chores and hurried to the kitchen to make some coffee. <i> </i><br />
<i>A day just cannot be called one without a cuppa coffee,she sighed.</i><br />
She thought of draping herself in a Saree. But fail, she had long forgotten the art of wearing one. Her pep talk seem to have no effect with every passing moment. She thought of having a "friendly conversation" with her MIL and she started with a Good morning Ma. Radha smiled and replied back. Silence prevailed. Priya did not know how to proceed and she left the place embarrassed. <i>Fail,fail and fail again, she sighed.</i><br />
Her next venture was to prepare Radha's favourite food and did a pretty good job messing up with it. <i> </i><br />
<i>No wonder, she thought to herself. </i><br />
One thing that made her happy is that she managed not to keep a straight face when Radha was with Shrey and trying to boss Priya around. It did irritate her, but she managed to put up a smile on her face. <br />
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Meanwhile Radha was noticing the series of strange events happening around. She smirked, it takes a lot more than that to be a good DIL. <br />
Tarun was having a good time watching this from a distance.<br />
<i>For once I get a chance to stay away and enjoy the show,</i><i>he grinned. </i><br />
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Days passed and<i> </i>with every passing day,Priya seemed less motivated towards being a good DIL. She was trying hard to keep a check on her temper. Priya knew that no one's at fault.<br />
<i>Its just the differences we have that is keeping us from getting along,she was talking to Tarun. I am clueless about how this works. You have no idea how badly I want this to work and how hard I am trying. </i>Tears started rolling down her cheeks.<br />
Tarun hugged her and spoke, I know Priya. I know how hard it is for you. I have been seeing you try so hard and I know how hard it is to convince my mom let alone satisfy her.Don't push yourself so much. Everything will be fine soon. I will talk to mom about this. Priya continued crying silently. She felt better crying on his shoulders and in no time, she was sound asleep...<br />
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It took them another one hour to finally reach the airport. Being quite an observer, she kept turning her head 360 degrees and tried to survey the environment. Meanwhile, her husband was taking care of all the pre boarding formalities. And then someone caught her attention. He must be 2-3 years old. He was busy playing with something. It took her few minutes to realize that its an iPad similar to the one Tarun had gifted her. She approached him silently and sat in a seat next to him. He was still engrossed in the game of his. She took a peek. No luck.She could hardly guess what he was doing.<br />
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<i>She smiled, Can you teach me how to operate this?</i><br />
Hearing that the kid started laughing and spoke, <i>You are this big and you don't know how to operate this? He kept giggling.</i>She was taken aback and she decided not to converse further and hence went back and stood next to her husband.<br />
She was now seated in the plane and to her surprise the kid took a seat next to hers.Too adorable to avoid, she decided to talk to him again and sooner they became good friends.The rest of the journey went in a jiffy and she couldn't bring herself to say goodbye when they had landed. As she came out of the airport , there was her son, waiting to pick them up. She rushed to hug him. Tears of happiness started rolling down her cheeks.<br />
<i>Ma, do you wanna meet your grandson or not?, Tarun laughed</i>.<br />
She had only seen pictures of him and couldn't wait to meet him. <i>Yes of course.Come lets leave, she spoke hastily. Tarun , you know I met a kid during my journey and I was so reminded of Shrey. How is he doing? </i><br />
<i>Tarun smiled, see for yourself. </i><br />
As they reached the place, Priya welcomed them home and spoke<i>,he is sleeping in the other room and he might wake up anytime now.</i><br />
Radha couldn't wait and so she tiptoed to the room and sat next to him. She placed her index finger on his hand and he wrapped her finger tightly. She gave a gentle kiss on his forehead and went back to where everyone was sitting. The jet lag seem to take toll on her but she did not want to go to bed , not without seeing Shrey. As they were talking, Shrey came crawling out of the room and looked at the strangers in his house. Radha ran to pick him up and no sooner he started crying. Priya took him away saying he's not that comfortable with strangers yet. Radha was hurt but did not respond. She was happy as long as she could see him even if it was from a distance. She tried to play with him but in vain. Whenever she approached him, he would cry and hence she stayed away.<br />
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Happy birthday ma! It was Tarun on line.He is always the first person to wish her on her birthday and the tradition has never been altered.<br />
Tarun, when are you planning to come to India? Its been 2 years since you got married and you are yet to visit us, Radha sounded excited.Whenever she talks to her son, her first dialogue always remained the same. When are you planning to visit us and Tarun answered with utmost patience every time he was asked that question.<br />
Ma listen, its really hectic here and I am trying my best to get a month off. So please bear with me. I will definitely visit India soon. And did you like me gifts? he asked. <br />
Oh yeah gifts! Loved them. I never knew you noticed so much about us. He had gifted her an album. A journey till date since the day she got married. Precisely her journey with her husband. I got all overwhelmed when I saw that. And the other gift, well your dad is fiddling with it since morning and he still doesn't know how to operate it.<br />
Ma, its an iPad , Tarun laughed. Since you have trouble using PC, Priya thought this would make things easy for you. Operating it is pretty easy. <br />
Oh let me see. I never get a hang on all these things you know, Radha sighed. <br />
Tarun cut in. Ma, there is something important I have got to tell you. Assume its your additional birthday gift, Tarun blurted out.<br />
And there is more? Radha couldn't control her excitement. Tarun please spill the bean soon and don't keep me guessing, she spoke hastily.<br />
Ma, we had been to the hospital today and the news is that you are gonna become a Grandma soon, Tarun said.<br />
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Yeah sure mom. Just hang on, he said as he handed over the phone to Priya.<br />
Happy birthday Ma, Priya spoke with a soft tone. Thanks Priya . You both just made my birthday the best ever. Priya blushed and not knowing what to say remained silent. Radha then went on and on about how careful Priya should be without a pause .Priya listened sincerely to the endless list of do's and don'ts and then handed over the phone to Tarun. Ma listen, How much would you like to visit us, Tarun smiled. Radha was pleasantly surprised by that question. She had imagined that day when she will be visiting her son but did not expect it to come this soon. She was lost in thoughts . It took her few minutes to come back to reality. Tarun, don't you know how much I would love that? she sounded overjoyed. I know Ma, Tarun smirked. So I was wondering if you would like to come here sometime next year so that you can spend quality time with your grandchild. <br />
Do you even have to ask that Tarun? she quizzed. It is an obvious yes. She was very much thrilled at the way things were unfolding. Her happiness knew no bounds. After all my prayers didn't go unanswered, she thought.<br />
While she was talking, she heard the doorbell ring. Tarun, there is someone at the door. I will talk to you later. Take care of yourself and of course Priya.<br />
Of course Ma, and you too and then the line went dead.<br />
She hung up with a wide grin speaking to herself, best day ever.<br />
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<i>Please don't leave us.... Please.. Please reconsider your-----</i> Radha wake up, Narayan was rattling her violently trying to bring her back to senses. Radha slowly opened her eyes and tears started rolling down her cheeks. It was just a dream, she cried. I am having this same dream ever since he left us, she spoke as she wiped the tears. Narayan who himself was going through an emotional turmoil couldn't find words that would comfort his wife. After a long silence, he spoke. Listen Radha, he might be married, he might be a hundred miles away , but nothing can shake the fact that he's our son. More than anything, I am bothered about your health right now. You have not eaten properly since he got married and you are always having a disturbed sleep. This is definitely not a good sign. Please stop worrying. He was terribly worried. Ever since Tarun got married, she was losing her identity. There have been terrible moments in my life when your smile did wonders, he spoke as he switched on the bedside lamp. Your mere presence makes me feel that there is nothing to be worried about as long as you are there to support me. My pillar of support. The agony that your eyes convey these days is very depressing. My wife who has always been so determined and stayed strong cannot be so vulnerable,he spoke with his eyes fixed on hers. Venting out definitely eases out the pain, she thought. She was feeling better now. She looked around to see what time it was. The clock struck 4. She was in no mood to go back to sleep. She decided to get up and make some coffee. The day being Sunday, she was way too excited. It was on this day, that she will get to skype with her son. </div>
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As she poured coffee for herself and her husband, she chuckled. Do you remember his first day at school? He happily bid goodbye to us while the other kids were crying so hard that their tears would fill up a pond. Oh yeah, he never fails to surprise us, Narayan exclaimed. When I went to pick him up, the teacher kept telling me about how he consoled other kids not to cry. Radha could see Narayan's eyes beaming with pride and she couldn't help but smile. <br />
I will go prepare breakfast. Its already late and I cannot afford to lose that few minutes I get to see my son , she spoke as she hurried into the kitchen. No sooner she was done preparing breakfast for the two. Her hunger was lost in her excitement and hence she quickly filled her stomach not really bothered about what she is eating. The clock stuck 8 :00 AM. She sprinted down the hall towards the computer and switched it on hastily. She has been using it ever since her son went abroad for education and she still has trouble operating it. Why doesn't the mouse click twice when I do it, she shouted with a frustrated tone. He would be waiting for us and here I am fiddling with this thing, she thought. After about 10 minutes, she manages to login only to find that he was not on-line yet. Exactly when she started to get worried, the telephone rang. Narayan picked it up and it took her very few seconds to guess that it was her son on-line. She rushed towards the phone and before she could even reach, Narayan hung up. Why did you hang up so soon? She shouted. Is he coming on-line now? She kept talking without a pause. Arey wait Radha, let me fill you in.Looks like they have planned a weekend trip and he called up to say that he cannot skype today.Tarun said he will talk to us when they get back. He seemed to be in a hurry and hence I hung up, Narayan explained. Hearing this, her jaw dropped. The only thing that makes me happy is that I get to see him every Sunday and now even that is being taken away from me. Fine I will live with this, she cried and she rushed into the bedroom..</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Feels good to be back after what feels like a lifetime.I was wondering what I am gonna post about. I can as well continue with my short story. I have been waiting to continue. But as you can very well see, something else took precedence. The title is self explanatory. :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>I wonder when will you ever grow? Do you even realize you are elder to her ? Shouted my mom out of frustration</i>. Yes it was us fighting again over something very trivial. It always is. </span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Why should I when she is the one at fault? Can't I even defend myself and make my stand clear? I yell back at my mom. </span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">God knows how many times this has happened over the past 18 years. Believe me, it is not that easy to be an elder when you have a younger sister. I believe its easier to tackle a younger brother. At least that is what I hear. </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So it is said that being the eldest, there are certain norms to be followed.</span></i><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">3) Does she wanna play with you and your friends? C'mon take her in, as you know you are the elder one. (This used to happen when we were kids :D)</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This is an endless list. Is this what I have to listen to just because I am 3 years elder to her. Seriously 3. Is that even a number that counts? I keep quizzing. Maybe I can do that if at all she behaves like a younger one. Listening to what her elder sister has to say and abiding by it. But hell no. She never will. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Be it anything, a lame advice or even a suggestion, she says "keep it to yourself" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Huh! Why should I even sacrifice when I don't receive an iota of respect, I keep asking my mom. She says " <i>Someday, you will understand that you can never have a friend as close as your sister. </i>" Today as I pen this down, I realize how true that is<i style="color: #4c1130;">. <span style="color: #0b5394;">Its not about not fighting. Its about fighting like we hate each other the most and still talk like nothing happened the very next minute</span>.</i>Fighting or arguing doesn't strain the relationship. Not talking about the problem to the concerned person and go ranting about it to a 3rd person does. We are humans. Each one is unique in his or her own way. So it is obvious that the thought process will never be the same between 2 persons no matter how close they are. I do not go complaining about my sister. Rather I pick up a fight, we argue and eventually resolve it. So the more we fight, the more closer the fight brings us. She is definitely close in the aspect that we do not hold grudge on each other.<br /><br />I know I have said things I never meant to and I know I have hurt you. I am truly sorry about that. No matter how old we grow, I will still keep fighting with you. I am not gonna say that I have written this one . So if at all you come across this, don't be lazy as always and do comment. When your sister has spent sometime to write this down, you can spend few minutes to acknowledge her words . Lets see how long it takes for you to reply :D</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dedicated to all such elder sisters out there ! :) </span></div>Archana Nagarajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010032691794145039noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966317240797330893.post-55758458148179055482012-03-07T11:59:00.001+05:302012-05-19T14:43:55.727+05:30TAG-athon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So I was asked to join this "TAG-athon" by Uma of </span><a href="http://idioticyahoo.blogspot.in/" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Un-Lackadaisical Craps</a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Thank you Uma for the tag.<span style="color: blue;"> </span><b style="color: blue;">Not just for the tag, but also for making me write my 50th post :) </b></span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I am so sorry for taking so long to pen this down! been busy :P </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So here goes the set of rules to be copy pasted..</span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: #00b0f0;"><span style="color: black;">. </span></span></i></span><br />
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<i><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Chiller; font-size: 16pt;"> Rule#2: Every person tagged should tell 11 things about themselves,</span></i><i style="background-color: white; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Chiller; font-size: 16pt;">Answer the 11 questions asked by the one that tagged you and </span></i><i style="background-color: white; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Chiller; font-size: 16pt;">Tag 11 other people and ask them 11 different questions.</span></i></div>
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1) Looks are deceptive. I perfectly fit in that category. First impression about me would usually be "She seems reticent" Believe me, I am the exact opposite. Talk to me about anything under the sky. I am all ears.. <br />
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2) I take pride in saying I am a volunteer with BHUMI. For those who don't know what Bhumi is, its an NGO . We at Bhumi teach kids who have so much calibre but lack exposure. More on that in my next post :)<br />
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3) I am not a morning person.One thing that I hate is to get up early in the morning. I can never compromise sleep for any damn thing. <br />
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4) Horror movies are so not my genre. Watching even a lame horror movie has a terrible effect on me for days. <br />
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5) I love eating :D Wait not just that, I love cooking as well. Have tried out few dishes and did not screw up even one. :P *beams*<br />
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6)Music makes my day. <br />
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7) It annoys me when people fail to keep up their promises. A word is a word. And hence I never promise if there is even an iota of doubt on whether I will be able to accomplish the task at hand. <br />
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8)I am a very independent person. Being dependent leads to expectations which eventually ends in disappointment. So why depend on someone when you can do it on your own?? <br />
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9)I am an indoor person. Traveling around is not my kinda thing. <br />
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10) I have got a variety of interests. Today I like something and tomorrow something else. Is that called being fickle minded?? well if yes, then I am happy to be one. Live to explore :)<br />
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<i><br /><span style="color: #990000;">I have so much more to say :D But I guess I will stop with this as the rules say ! </span></i><i><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><b><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"><span style="color: purple;"> </span></span></span></b></i><br />
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Hmmm lets see. How about mind reading?? No not like Edward in Twilight. That is more like stalking. There were times when I have been desperate to get to know what is going on in someone's mind. So yeah that would be my 1st wish. "Selective" reading of minds! I repeat, only selective. <br />
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To own a chocolate factory. Exactly like the one in Charlie and the chocolate factory :D Choco addict I am :D<br />
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My third wish would be to go back in time and relive those moments that I cherish till date.<br />
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Sport- I love to play Table tennis and Badminton. Not really into watching any sport. <br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;">4. How and when did you start blogging?</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b> </b></i>I</span> started blogging 3 years ago. It was an accident. Instincts, I should say. I thought I shall start a blog and here I am writing my 50th post :) <span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;">5. The inbox sms which you never wanna delete?</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></i>Each and every appreciation/criticism that I received for my first short story is something that I treasure the most. :)<br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;">6. What is the craziest thing that you’ve ever done?</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></i> Craziest thing?? Err I am a crazy person and I do every crazy thing :D Not just one to name. Reason for being very abstract is that nothing strikes me right now :D<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> I do not quite understand your question :P Every gift I have received till date is special in someway or the other. :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">*sigh* Finally I am done answering! Its now my time to question :D</span><br />
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<i><b>1) The one thing that cheers you up no matter how bad the situation is??</b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2)Do you believe in a miracle? If yes, has it ever happened to you? When and how? :)</span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">4)If given a chance to go back in time,what is that one moment you would want to relive?</span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">5)Things done cannot be undone.! If at all given one opportunity, what is that one thing you wish you can undo?</span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">6)Do you believe in love at first sight? If yes, then why? </span></b></i></div>
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<i>Tarun was all dressed up for the occasion. It was his D-Day. The day when he will be starting his own family with the girl he had been in love with for 8 years now. Being the only son to his parents, he underwent a pampered childhood. Starting from the day he was born, he became the world to his parents. His parents had often narrated their sleepless nights when he was an infant not with regret but with so much happiness. He became their first priority and hence his wishes. They sacrificed every desire of their's just to fulfill his wishes. He is 27 now and is also getting married. But to his parents, he's still their little adorable kid. He joined an engineering college of his choice and then left India for higher studies. After completing his PG, he decided to work there and that became his home. When he broke that news to his parents, they hid their tears behind their smile as all they had ever wanted was for him to be happy.</i><br />
Radha, can you believe that our son is getting married? It feels like yesterday that he started going to school and now he's getting married. Time flees with the blink of an eye.. Narayan exclaimed..!<br />
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Looks like our chotu is no more a kid. He's a grown man now and is all set to start his own family. Look at him. How happy he is with her. They are indeed made for each other. Such a beautiful pair isn't it? Radha's eyes welled up as she said those words.. It tears my heart apart to think that we wouldn't get to see him and his family. I wouldn't be there to tell my grandchildren stories that I have always wanted to. Why are we not gifted to stay closer to our son, she cried out. Shhh Radha, do not worry. He will keep coming to India now and then. And who knows, may be he will take us there to stay with him too. This is his marriage. You are not supposed to cry on such a happy occasion, Narayan consoled her. She quickly wiped her tears with the pallu of her saree and put up an instant smile on her face. As they were speaking, Tarun tied the thali chain around Priya's neck and they became husband and wife..<br />
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The next day dawned. They were at the airport to bid good bye to their son. Narayan whispered, Radha do not get over-whelmed. Our son might feel bad. Radha frowned, Its my son and he's leaving us and I don't know when I will get to see him. What is wrong if I cry? Narayan gave a comforting smile and walked towards his son to have an usual dad-son talks. Radha tried to initiate a conversation with her daughter-in-law. So do you like to live in a country that is so different from ours? she quizzed. I think I will be able to adapt myself to a newer environment,Priya hesitantly replied. If you do not like that place, then convince Tarun to come back to India,Radha beamed. Priya did not know how to respond and hence simply smiled. Having failed in the attempt to cajole her DIL, her jaw dropped. As a silence breaker , announcement came that it was time to board that came as a relief to Priya. They bid good bye and Tarun along with his wife left the place and their heart deserted....<br />
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Next Chapter :<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/04/love-undefined-chapter-2.html">Love Undefined Chapter 2</a> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Previous Chapter: <a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/02/new-beginnings-chapter-11.html">New Beginnings Chapter 11</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The next day dawned. Preshika was asked to take Ishitha to the coffee shop near her house.Preshika did not want to get involved in this.But unknowingly she was also one of the reason they broke up.So she wanted to make up for it. She dialed Ishitha's number. <i>Tring tring... </i>And it went on and on until the line went dead. She dialed again. On the second ring, the line connected.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Preshika hesitated for a moment . She gathered her courage and spoke, Well Ishtitha, today is Shilpa's birthday.We are planning to throw a surprise party. Are you in? Silence prevailed for few minutes . Hey are you listening, Preshika inquired.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yeah well I have never spoken much to Shilpa.I am not really interested to come,Ishitha replied. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yeah I know that. This will be our last year together.So we thought of having a get together.All our classmates will be coming.Please do come. Preshika requested.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What do you mean all our classmates?You mean EVERYONE? Ishitha couldn't control her anxiety.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No not everyone. Only girls,said Preshika.</span></i><br />
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By the time Ishitha reached the coffee shop, they had made the necessary arrangements. She surveyed the environment. The entire coffee shop was deserted.<i> That is very unusual, </i>she thought. This is one of the places which remained super busy no matter what day it is or rather what time it is. But she was not bothered much about it that day. She wanted to leave the place as soon as possible. As a birthday gift, she had bought a cute little teddy for Shilpa. 10 minutes passed.Still no sign of anyone coming. She started to get suspicious. She dialed Preshika's number. As soon as the line connected,she yelled, where are you ? I see no one here. What is happening?? not really bothered about her very annoying tone. Preshika replied in a hushed tone, we will be there in another ten minutes. Kindly wait . And before Ishitha could ask anything, the line went dead...<br />
Another 15 minutes passed. Frustrated as she already was, she stood up to leave when the gang of girls entered the restaurant. Apparently they were accompanied by a group of boys as well. She quickly glanced at the guys to see if Pritam was present. He was nowhere to be seen.Despite her bitter disappointment , she managed to put up a smile on her face. No one knew she hid her tears behind that beautiful smile of hers. <br />
Everyone quickly settled down and the fake birthday party begun. Shilpa cut the cake and everyone gave her the gifts most of which were empty boxes.They couldn't control the excitement of what was going to happen next. Ishitha's instincts kept telling her that something unusual is going on but she did not ponder over it. Half an hour passed. They decided to play a game and their obvious choice was truth and dare. Ishitha stood to leave, but the people around made sure that she stayed back and not just that but also play the game along with them. The game began.<br />
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<i>He was standing far away from them. Far enough to be out of sight and close enough to watch what was going on.. With every passing minute, he became more and more nervous. Will she accept me? his mind kept shouting out questions</i> . <i>Only time can answer my questions. </i>He was not bothered about anything else today. <i>I will keep apologizing until she is convinced, he promised to himself.</i><br />
Another half an hour passed. It was now Ishitha's turn to choose between truth or dare. She did not want any of them to question her about her relationship, so she decided to go with dare. Dare, she said out loud. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This was the only flaw in their plan. While Pritam was narrating his plan, Arjun questioned. What if she chooses truth? Pritam thought for a while and finally spoke, <i>Lets hope not. </i>Arjun spoke, so the dare for you would be to talk to the one entering the shop first once I say start.Walk towards the entrance with your head facing down. She nodded.<br />
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The surrounding suddenly became silent. So silent that the pounding of heart could be heard distinctly. Start, Arjun said. She stood up and walked with her head facing down, as instructed and waited near the entrance. Someone patted on the back.She turned around. There he was on his knees with a box in his hand. He gently opened the box and uttered those magical words "<i>Will you marry me? " </i><br />
She was totally taken by surprise. It took her few minutes for the news to sink in. And then her eyes welled up. She cried, silently. She did not know how to respond. The minute she saw him on his knees, she had forgotten every dispute between them. By that time, every friend of theirs had gathered around.<i> </i>She kept staring at his eyes. Having received no response, he spoke, <i>I know we are too young to be married</i>. <i>This was just to assure you that you are and will be my only love. We will not be married until both are settled. I have spoken to my parents. They are very glad to have you as their DIL. We will convince your parents as well. Please accept this as a token of my love..Say yes please??</i><br />
<i>She stood up,hugged him tight and whispered in his ear, if not you, then who...!</i><br />
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<i><b>As most of you already know, this is my 1st attempt at a short story. I have tried my best.Perception differs though.! It would be really nice if you could give me a feedback on the entire story, the flow and any other suggestion that comes to your mind. Criticism? most welcome :) Help me in improving the quality of my writing :) I would like to thank all my readers and for the support you gave. Thank you :)</b></i><i><b> </b></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">On february 15th 2009, I met you for the very first time. I remember. It was around 2:00 in the afternoon. It was an accident. We did not plan on meeting. But still we did and in this 3 years, we have got really close. So close that I wanna spend everyday with you. Hope we stay close forever. You showed me the way to vent out anger, frustration and despair. You showed me the way to follow my passion no matter what comes my way.Love you with all my heart :) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Happy birthday my dear blog :) :) </span></div>Archana Nagarajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010032691794145039noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966317240797330893.post-64206471276299761552012-02-12T13:17:00.001+05:302012-03-15T19:54:46.449+05:30New Beginnings - Chapter 11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">She lost her hope that they would be ever back together. She had accepted what fate had offered her. She had given away all her self respect and had literally fallen at his feet , but he did not show an iota of respect towards her.She placed her relationship before her ego but he did not seem to bother. She decided to "mind her own business" as he had asked her to. Few days passed. Even though she did not make an attempt to patch up with him after the way he ill treated her, a part of her wanted him badly. She missed his presence more than anything in the world.She had none to talk to about her misery other than her dear diary. She poured her heart out to her diary until she began to feel light. This happened every other day....</span><br />
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<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">He was happy the first few days thinking that he was out of the "wrong company". But with every passing day, he started feeling otherwise until it dawned on him that he had lost what he cherished the most, her love<i>.Aren't girls always that possessive? he thought. It only means that they care the most right. What did I think I was doing when I yelled at her? When I don't even understand her, how can I be the right person for her? She literally went on her knees and I am such a cold hearted person to not even melt a little. She apologized for her part. I shouldn't have over reacted the way I did. If not her, then who will be my best friend/lover/well wisher. I am such a jerk. </i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">.With every passing day,he had lesser
time to set things right. They were approaching the end of their college
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Every time he saw her, something pricked him hard. Guilt it was. He knew that very well. <i>I should make her feel like a princess that she is. A mere apology wouldn't do justice after all that I have done,</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>he thought.</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i> </i>He wanted to make her feel protected and he wanted her to believe in him. He wanted to wipe out that insecure feeling she had forever. <i>I want her to know that there is no other person in this world who can ever take me away from her. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">He sat down to plan. <i>She should never forget this day in her lifetime. </i>After about an hour, he had his plan ready. But he knew he couldn't work this out all by himself. He needed people to help him and he went to his friends for help. After explaining the plan in detail, his friends said in unison, "I am in man" He was super excited. For his plan to work, he needed Ishitha's friends help as well. He called up Preshika, and elucidated the plan to her. After a prolonged thought process, she finally conceded to his plan and said she would talk to few other girls to help him out with his plan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So with everything set, he waited anxiously for the next day to dawn. It was a Sunday. A perfect day for a perfect happy ending, he thought. He couldn't sleep that night. The next day, he would have her back. He couldn't hide his obvious exuberance for what was going to happen the next day. It was today, that he went to bed carrying a smile. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Up next</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> : Finale it is... :)</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/02/new-beginnings-finale.html">Chapter 12</a></span></span></div>Archana Nagarajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010032691794145039noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966317240797330893.post-82360408600506894502012-02-11T13:22:00.000+05:302015-06-20T21:23:35.540+05:30Short Stories - Index<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2011/11/call-it-as-you-like-it.html">Chapter 2</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2011/11/new-beginnings-chapter-3.html">Chapter 3</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2011/12/new-beginnings-chapter-4.html">Chapter 4</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2011/12/new-beginnings-chapter-5.html">Chapter 5</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2011/12/new-beginnings-chapter-6.html">Chapter 6</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2011/12/new-beginnings-chapter-7.html">Chapter 7</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/01/new-beginnings-chapter-8.html">Chapter 8</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/01/new-beginnings-chapter-9.html">Chapter 9</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/02/new-beginnings-chapter-10.html">Chapter 10</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/02/new-beginnings-chapter-11.html">Chapter 11</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/02/new-beginnings-finale.html">Finale :)</a><br />
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<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/02/love-undefined-chapter-1.html">Chapter 1</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/04/love-undefined-chapter-2.html">Chapter 2</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/05/love-undefined-chapter-3.html">Chapter 3</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/06/love-undefined-chapter-4.html">Chapter 4</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/06/love-undefined-chapter-5.html">Chapter 5</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.inchapter%2062012/08/love-undefined-chapter-6.html">Chapter 6</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2012/12/love-undefined-chapter-7.html">Chapter 7</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2013/07/love-undefined-chapter-8.html">Chapter 8</a><br />
<a href="http://archurohi.blogspot.in/2013/11/love-undefined-chapter-9.html">Finale :)</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"<i>Its over</i>" he had said. It kept ringing in her ears. She was guilt filled. She knew that she went overboard by bringing her friend in the conversation. She wanted to do everything in her power to save the relationship but something told her that the damage is done and its beyond repair. She wanted someone by her side, comforting her and reassuring her the way he does. His voice kept echoing in her ears. She badly wished she could take back her words. She wanted to apologize to him but she couldn't find the courage within her. She wept in silence. She finally decided to make a call and fiddled for her mobile and dialed his number as soon as she could. It kept ringing and the receiver did not respond. <i>He doesn't wanna talk to me. I have made a terrible mistake, She cried.Or may be his mobile is in silent mode and he did not notice my call,her optimistic voice called out. </i>She redialed. Again, no answer. She kept dialing and after god-knows-how-many-missed-calls, the female on the line replied <i>The mobile number you are trying to reach is currently switched off. </i>Frustration filled,she threw her mobile as far as her hand could stretch. Her next thought was to see if he was online. She logged into Facebook and Gmail . He was online. She immediately pinged him. Seeing her ping, he instantly went offline. She couldn't control her tears. If only I want a second shot at something, I swear to God it would be him. The feeling of living a life without him teared her heart apart. Staying up did not seem to do any good. So she called it a day and went to bed.After a really long struggle, she finally slept.</span><br />
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