Sunday, November 25, 2012

Are you SWEET or NICE ? Good ?

Respected(Expected so) Sri Police Sir,

Our India is a FREE country... with DEMOc'RACY'.
All Indian politicians, living and dead, and religious leaders are very good and nice persons....also Great(capital G).
Indian government is very very good (two verys) and nice....sweet also.
Indian police also is good sweet honey....FINE
Indian laws are sweetest sweet...add 'the' before sweetest.
My Indian sweet English is should be also good ... am blushing(Posh)
I will always praise everything which is Indian..... Bhaarat also(Ayyo! i forgot Bhaarath what..)
Only, We Indians are very Ggreat in this bad corrupt poor hypocritical world....HurtBEAT.
There are two types of people in our Mother India, Nice and Sweet.
Sometimes nice Indians are sweet and sweet Indians are nice ...
So we Indians are Nice Sweets.....with lots full of plenty goodness ...
We love all 'cultures' and 'languages' in India......dont ask me WHY
All Indian Wise matured modern laws are totally citizen friendly like Free Gifts....Dhamaka offer!!!....No Sale!
Indian government allows all good-sweet-nice expressions as per Indian Constitution's 'Right to Freedom(Xpress)' ..... ONLY
beCause India is so very much perfect ..... so much that even no one can tell and say how much .......what much also ...... that much perfect it is.....I tell you....more perfect than the word 'perfekt'..... Yes no?
I have by-hearted this answer as i am a good by hearter and so give me full marks with first rank only..... SUCCESS.... only for me

So, please do not ARREST me Sri Sir...
Arrest only those people who write bad sweets on all the walls, faces and books...On LINEs ....all LIEs only 
Thank you a Great Sir.
Your's  Highly obedient and submissive sweet, with nice good 

PS : I did not add any 'smiley' ......... searched 'letter writing' in Google.
PPS : PS means Post Script. Ignor Ispeling mistakes.....Please!.... Request only no. 

Friday, November 23, 2012

Keep Running

They make us to run...
Just for the sake of running
to set their business in motion...

They even disturb peace 
to sell their arms
to run the war

They even sell diplomacy
to dump their products
to run their economy

They have a vision
They want everything in motion...
to continue their hegemony 
to continue their domination 

They are the masters of capitalism...
We are the slaves of capitalism...

They are the drivers of the world
with a self interested vision....
A vision which is less peaceful and full of motion...


PS :Written for 3WW with words Motion, Peaceful and Vision

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Sensitivity- Drabble


It was a summer afternoon. 6 young cute chicks of a hen were very hungry since a day. The hen could not find food for them in those fully concreted dry urban streets. After struggling for two hours she found some grains, but the cock ate them. After one more hour, she found some small insects  and quickly signaled her chicks, who finished them in a brisk pace. The hen was still hungry but she was more happy for her kids. Ironically, our empathy and compassion are strangely and brutally detached from the pain of miserable mother of those tiny insects .


PS :  drabble is a fiction of exactly 100 words in length.
PPS :  Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Brisk, Detached and Miserable

Sunday, October 7, 2012

An Untold Story - Drabble

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second 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. The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story'

It was 2 in the Midnight.

Charan was in acute depression.

It was been a week since his wife Anjali committed suicide...

His best friend Vincent came to console him and said

"How did this happen?"

" She came to know that i had an affair with my colleague"

 "Is it true?????"

 "Vincent, you know very well about me and the truth "

"Yes, of course, I do"

"But someone had lied to her "

"Who's that??"

"You know him, Vincent"


"It's you "....


The next day both were found stabbed to death.

Later, police investigation revealed that Anjali's death was a planned murder


PS: drabble is a fiction of exactly 100 words in length.

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Thursday, October 4, 2012


Few people have got definitions
Few of them are with opinions

Wrapped with bias and prejudice
Mostly, it is a matter of convenience

More of a comfort zone 
and less of rationality....

Religion stamping.
Dignity, definitely, is your perception

Finite truths
but, Infinite Sins

My definition. My perception
My dignity. My dress

Length and depth
Long and short

Torn and fit

I say Open
You say Revealing 

Equal rights

More equal rights
More equal gender

My ripen beauty
Your bestial aberration.

Thirst of lust.

Lacerating all definitions of dignity.

At the end,
Blame is mine
Dignity is yours

When there was a country I searched for freedom
Now I am free, but have to search for a country.


PS :  Expressed for 3ww with hinted words DignityRipe and Lacerate

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Bland-55 Fiction

Note:- 55  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 55 words

I know very well about your skills and capability...
You are adept in doing it...
You have got great experience.
You did it earlier..
at many places...
with many people...
Now, you have got the chance to entice me with your suavity
and something in me is desperate for it...
but still, go back! Walmart!


PS: Brand but bland
PSS: Expressed for 3ww with hinted words ChanceEntice and Suave

Saturday, September 22, 2012


The truth.
No one knew it...
No one knows it...
Everyone knows the opposite....
may be
Everyone believes the opposite
may be
Everyone wants the opposite
may be
Everyone is being just the opposite

The truth...
I knew it,
when it happened
I know it,
how it happened
why it happened...
Who made it to happen.

My fall is absolutely Absolute,
nestled in absolute prejudice
and, absolute bias....

The Absolute truth is ...
No one knows that I fell.


PS: Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Absolute, Fall and Nestle
PPS : My comeback and am smiling:)

Sunday, May 13, 2012

May Mother- 77 Fiction

 Note:- 77  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 77 words 

                                               May Mother

                Lakshmi had almost spent entire evening, after her working hours,  to select the finest gift , along with a beautiful colorful greeting card, flowery, printed in English, for her mother, for a special day, Mother's day....
The next day she met her mom and wished her with the gift and a bouquet...
As the time lapsed, Lakshmi left the jail with tears in her eyes, mercilessly ignoring her mother's brutal act of  causing dowry death through kitchen fire .....

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


It is still a So.
Let it be So....

only for sometime...
Until the So 
makes the way
for another So...
which asks,
" So,  Whats next?"

I am still waiting 
for your So.
a 'So' ,
which can trigger many 'So's
So, So ?

PS : For a Touching stranger

Thursday, March 8, 2012

I did it...

I did a mistake
not when i did it
but when some people said it
they said it is deviant 
as i didn't bow before the stone...

I did a blunder
not when i did it
but when some grades held it
they said it is minuscule
as i needed one more mark to make it...

I did nothing
though i did it
it is trivial 
but the world said i am a success
just because i fell down and got up with a fake smile...

I did it...
on few occasions 
for myself 
without adjectives 
Neither impressions nor expectations 
just to realize that i did it....
and, i will do it. 

 Expressed for 3ww with hinted words DeviantMinuscule and Trivial

PS : Thanks Rachana for being the inspiration :)

Sunday, March 4, 2012

When Journey Meant More Than Destination - 55 Fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 25; the Silver 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. The topic for this month is 'When Journey Meant More Than Destination'.

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

Her age of 10 is craving for the delicious eye appealing ice creams...
Her taste buds are yearning for the decorated chocolate fountains...
The teddy bears and tweeties are inviting her for embrace...
She exchanged cute smiles with other kids...
Then came the flight announcement and she is yet to know that she is being sold.
PS : The original title for this post was "Terminal"
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

FaceBus-77 Fiction

Note:- 77  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 77 words 


Venkat was travelling in 225D which is one of the busiest city bus routes in Hyderabad...
His focus and concentration was more on the beautiful female conductor rather than his destination...
He catches the same bus, daily, exclusively, for her...
He was observing and scrutinizing every minute act of her...
He was eagerly waiting for her and she was nearing him gradually ...
She asked him for ticket and he smiled .....
She too smiled back at her Husband.