Hold My Hand

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Why is it happening to me?
Why me?
Why are you leaving?
Why are you leaving to live ?
Why are you leaving to love?
Why are you leaving to live in love?
Are you just leaving or leaving me?

Or, Why were you made to leave me?

Why was it designed this way?

Who scripted it?

Why the inevitable separation?

Show me one man...
At least one person
in this entire existence...
Across Universes

Who loves you more than me
Who knows you more than me
Who cares you more than me
Who lives for you more than me

My life was all about you

Your unblemished smiles and happiness

Your ethereal presence and essence

Your innocuous choices and passions

I lived in your beautiful world

I am not letting you go

It is you who has the final say
I am no more me
I have always lived through you

Am boxed in your memories

Intangible and shriek

with crushing inexplicable pain

and torn worn-out neurons 

Come back ! My Dear!
Look at me
Give me a Hug
Hold my hand once
Show me the direction you always wanted us to go
Say loudly and Elatedly,"Papa, Let's Gooooooooooooooo!"
For one last time!

Come back! My Child!
For one last time!
Wipe my tears with your tiny hands
Feed me with you tender hands
Play with me like a princess!

Let me breathe in your lap
Let it be the final one
Let it be eternal
Hold it in your hand
Let it be with you
Let me be with you

Hold our memories
Hold our times
Hold our plays
Hold our mischief
Hold our love
Hold me

**From the last page(Day) of a Father's Diary(life)

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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 .

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

An Untold Story - Drabble

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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"

"Who???"

"It's you "....

........

The next day both were found stabbed to death.

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

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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 .....

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So.

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


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


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


PS : For a Touching stranger

Wish

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Karthik was a six year old boy. He was in  the park, which was near to his home, since 2 hours . It was  a summer evening. Few people were walking in the park, few of them were in chatting, few of them were writing and reading, and few of them in yoga. All these things didn't matter to him except the sight of few children of his age playing with balls and colorful balloons, screaming and running here and there, accompanied by their parents. Some kids were relishing ice-cream. It didn't grab his attention. His appetite wanted something else .

He didn't know whether the situation was like,  "I was not  alone  but feeling lonely' or whether, "I was not lonely but feeling alone". Those things were beyond his age's perception. He knew only one thing, pain, not the physical one, but the psychological one, which was quite torturing and pressing for his budding tender age. He hardly knew how to deal it. He didn't even know that it was called pain but it had got reflected in his body language and facial expression.  He also didn't know that he wanted to escape from it. He was just responding instinctively to the new stinging pain.

Karthik was sitting alone lonely on a corner bench in the park, with his face in between his folded legs,  frightened by his parent's fight quarrel last night, with gushing tears rolling streaming down his tender cheeks. The source of the tears was not his eyes, but it was his heart which had been pumping out unknown fear along with gallons of water.   Since few days, the events between his parents had left an indelible impression upon his young and unbearable mind. For his parents, more than the boy, their ego mattered the most. Nothing interested  or excited him, except the only choice, the corner bench in the park. He had preferred only two things, one the compulsive school, and other, the inviting park. He had been regular to the park since a month. The stress had lead him into a malady of depression. He even didn't know what it was to be normal anymore. For him, love and childhood were perpendicular to each other. 

The tears were streaming out
Not knowing the Boy
would cherish his childhood.

It was about to sunset. Mean while, a small girl in a cute white dress came near to him. She stood before him and  raised his chin. Looking into his submerged eyes, she wiped his tears with her tiny tender hands and gave him a chocolate with a cute smile. He didn't respond to her act but his tears had stopped after few minutes . She sat on the same bench beside him with her little hand on his shoulder.  She sat as if she knew what happened with him. They didn't speak anything, not even a single word.  Karthik couldn't realize that he was feeling better at that moment.  It was not the silence but her presence which had made the difference.  After half an hour she gave him a hug and  left him , smiling and waving her hand, along with her small bicycle.  He didn't wave her back but he wished she could stay for some more time. That was the first and last time they have met, but the tears were stopped for that day.

Though Karthik came to the park everyday, the girl was never seen in the park. For few days, he waited for her on the same bench. He wanted back those moments he had spent with that girl. Her absence had added more fuel to his burning aching heart.  As days were passing on, he was gradually habituated and trained his heart to control his tears but his gestures spoke volumes of pain. He had never shared anything with anyone.  There was not much change neither in Karthik's life nor in his parent's life. He neither sat on another bench nor someone sat beside him on that bench. Days were rolling on, pacing with his pricking emotions. The only feel good factor in his life was the bench in the park. 

After 10 years....

 At the age of 16, Karthik was sitting on the same bench controlling his volcano of tears and thumping emotions . The reason was same but the intensity and impact was more.  His father was in prison for murdering his mother.  Many words and hands tried to console his emotion,  but all in vain. None can make him normal as he was never normal. The only person who  had  that potential was the small girl he had met in his childhood . Nothing can replace her for him.  Nothing was silent in his life in the last ten years. Nothing had resonated his infliction.  His academic grades were just on the borders

Karthik shifted to his grandmother's place now . Nothing had changed for him. Though his life was budging, it was filled with her nimble thoughts daily. He wanted the girl, not desperately, but essentially. He was still in her waiting,  so much so that waiting was no more a waiting for him. He never categorized his relationship with her, but he waited. Waiting had become his living, along with the bench. No theory or philosophy could not convince him to stop the irrational waiting.  After few months, he had  lost everything. His bench in the park was no more.  The municipality had  demolished the park to build a commercial building.  Life was void for him. He had stopped going to parks. In-fact, he had stopped relating himself with things or persons.  All these years of his pain, his complex feelings got cemented into  a strong and only wish of his life - to meet the girl.  Strangely, he never wished to have good parents. He wished almost nothing.
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After few months,

Karthik was standing in the balcony, glinting at the sunset, with a  bunch of unquestioned answers and unfinished thoughts streaming in his mind.  

The sun had set to rise at some park in another place of the world. Many tears on tender cheeks across the world were still finding  their ways to evaporate by the heat of pains. There were unanswered questions too. Through out his life he could not find two things . First was the girl's name . Second was the fact that when she was wiping his tears, ten years ago, she had wiped her tears too ......  

And, he never knew that she had a similar wish too.

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Childplay - Drabble

Note:-A Drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.

Childplay

It is summer vacation...

The favourite game of all the kids in the apartment is knocking the door or ringing the door bell and running away to escape...

Door no 404 is their regular and easy target ...

Every time, the house owner Manjula opens the door and smiles happily, looking at the scattering kids...

Among all the kids, Karthik is the only one who stays away from the game...
 
 
He watches the game by hiding behind a pillar...

Though his childishness hints him to join the kids, something is stopping him to run ...

He is not physically disabled, but she is.

G'Love aka G'Rape

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20000 BC approximately...

Man was hungry. He looked around his surroundings in the forest. There was not even a single animal, until the horizon, to hunt and eat. He did not lose his hope and desire. His hunger made him to examine with more intensity for some prey. At a long distance he saw a small plant of grains. He got life for his life. He plucked those few grains and went back to his cave. Next day, he repeated the same act at a different place but another plant of grains this time. He had to travel miles, daily,  into the forest to search for plants with grains. Months were  rolling on. One shine day, he got few smart thoughts, "Instead of walking miles daily to pluck grains from plants, which  were quite far away from my cave, why wouldn't I cultivate them near to my cave? ". He had gathered few more people, cleared few trees and  uprooted plants, to make the land flat. Then he had started cultivating the plants and this was how agriculture was being invented. That was the first axe ever fell on the green lives. The human population increased, with easy availability of food,  leading to more hunger, and more agriculture, and hence more axes. More axes lead to more tools, like saw, and further to few more technologies.

Now, man has reached the stage of digital hunger and paved way for electronic saw , but the victims have remained same, the green lives.......

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It was the time of ambiance and aroma of Spring. The huge  and macho banyan tree woke up to the birds chirping and he reflected the early morning sun rays on to the leaves and twigs around his stem. Some leaves were dry and some  were alive. He was young with his aerial roots accruing to the grounds. His stem was sturdy with young cracks and new crevices. Black ants had already inhabited in those crevices.  What made the Banyan excited was the new creeper with beautiful flowers, enigmatic appearance and exotic leaves. She was quite slim and sensuous. He had seen many such creepers in his life till now but this one was special for him, for the reason, unlike other creepers, she was being germinated from the soil between his aerial roots. He admired her branches, particularly those alluring curvy endings and enticing petals . She had grown to the fullest and hugged his stem as if she was  made for him. Her flowers added colour to his rusty look. He felt that she had brought completeness of being a Banyan tree. Most of the birds in the surroundings preferred to have nests on him to have the glance of their wonderful combination. He made sure that the bird nests would not interfere with her growth by growing his branches and leaves according to her space and convenience.  He absorbed her from stem to tip. He expressed his greelings on her in every possible way. He started shedding his bark regularly now.  He knows every leaf and petal of her. He had never commanded or restricted her. He took her the way she was without any conditions.  She was growing rapidly and her roots gradually reached the ground from his aerial roots.  Now, she had got two supports  for her roots, but she still prefers his stem.  She started reciprocating her greelings to him. Now, she had spread all over him, not leaving even a single sub branch of him. For him , the hug was complete, absolute and eternal.  She was totally onto him and into him. He had become her. They became one though they belong to different species. Her roots were in his stem and his stem longed for her roots. He was quite elated and his entire body was filled with juices of greemotions . A greemotion would be the highest stage of a tree's excitement. He proudly displayed his new attire to the animals passed by him. He felt that he was no less equal than a peacock. He was enthralled by his fellow banyan tree's compliments. He was so  blessed with this unique and precious gift by nature.  At times, he protected her from the harshness of incessant rains. He stood by her when she became dry and pale during the season of Fall and celebrated with incredible joy when she got recovered with flowers and leaves, by blowing his branches vigorously to vent his greemotions.

  The sun was making his cycles. One whine day he woke up to face the most unfortunate  situation of his life. She was making steps in the direction away from him.  She started leaving him for the reason only known to her.  The first step she took was the separation of her roots from his aerial roots of his stem. Now, her roots were having the only support of ground. She was standing on herself  . He did not ask her anything nor did she explain him anything. The hug was becoming weaker. He could sense and greel that.  She gradually started withdrawing each branch every day . After few days she shifted all her branches from him and now she was totally on ground as if she was crawling on land.   Every cell of his body could greel the pain of losing her, though she was in-front of him, in his shade.  The pain got multiplied when she began taking the support of another banyan tree. Soon, she occupied the new tree and hugged him, which raked the past of their togetherness. Strangely, she hugged the new tree the same way she used to hug him, complete and absolute. There was no change in her lifestyle and pattern. She looked happy and beautiful as usual. The new banyan tree was also happy for his own reasons. He never complained against her nor asked her the reason of parting ways from him. He was in content with a greeling that at-least she was before his eyes, if not with him.  Though he looked sturdy and tough, he was dead greemotionally . His roots started losing grip under ground.  The next day, he died..... But what made her to  quit him was the ....

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Before the  Neem tree  could continue the above  story, the crow and sparrow got curios and asked the Neem tree, "Why did the creeper leave him suddenly?"

"She was a bad creeper, she was a sweeper",  the guava tree shouted.

"She was not a beautiful creeper, she made him weeper ", the bush  proclaimed.

"We should never believe creepers", echoed the young mango trees.

"I hate the other banyan tree which attracted the creeper ", the sandal wood tree hissed.

"Be silent guys, let the uncle Neem complete the story first", the tamarind tree said loudly.

The Neem tree resumed the story......

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After few days, he died..... But what made her to  quit him was an unavoidable compulsion. It was not the creeper who had left the banyan tree, but it was the initiation of the Banyan tree. Indeed, both of them had decided to part ways. The greemotions of both of them were hurt deeply. What made him to take the tough decision was his ability and cognizance to  sense that trees were being cut down in the nearby surroundings and he would be chopped down soon . He had only one desire before his death. He wanted to see how they exactly look like when they hug each other and hence asked her to leave him and hug his friend, so that he could greel the reflection and resonance of their hug for the last time, before his leaves stop photosynthesizing. She left him with much greeling pain and agony.  Though he was dead greemotionally, he was chopped down to death, by confining him to a stub. The creeper could not bear the greeling of greemotional pain of losing her source of germination before her eyes. The vision of his stub made her to stop photosynthesizing. The next day the stub was also cleared . After few days she was removed from the other banyan tree and was cut into pieces. She was dumped somewhere else.

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All the trees had started shedding  few water drops from their leaves.

"I am moved by the story", mango tree said in a low voice.

"It is like a love story", teak tree concluded.

The Neem tree said," No, it was not a love story, as they had  never loved each other, they were each other.

Teak asked surprisingly, "But they had died for their love, right?".

 Neem replied, "We tress never love like humans, all we do is  greemotionalize our greelings. What made both of them to die a greemotional death was not their physical  separation, but the thought of separation from the Soil  from where they had grown up because every tree dreams of only one thing in it's life. It is to die naturally and get decayed in the soil  to give rise to new trees."

All the tress and plants clapped with their leaves and branches for the Neem's wisdom. They were about to discuss regarding how to deal with the injustice of millenniums, but remained silent as they heard sounds of living beings walking on two legs and greedy brains. Somewhere,  the sound of electronic saw resonated all over the forest, alarming the flow of greelings and greemotions. The photosynthesis had already started to decelerate.

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2100 AD,

Man will be still hungry, not by need, but by greed. He will look around the solar system. Until Pluto, there won't be even single technology that can completely satisfy his greed.  His greed will make him to search, with more satellites, for more energy. At a long distance he will see a small planet in the nearby solar system. He will get greed for his greed. He will go there and pick some stones  and will come back to earth to do some experiments. Next year he will go to some other planet and will bring few more rocks. He will be traveling trillions of light years yearly into the Milky Way to search for planets with special rocks. Decades will be rolling on. One swine day, he will get few smart thoughts, "Instead of traveling trillions of light years yearly, why won't I shift my base to that planets? " He will make new planets  his home and will invent new trigital technology, through which he will rape every planet he lands upon there after in the Milky Way. This is how universe will be facing it's first absolute and complete virus, which will be born out of human's love for machines.....

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Planet Something said," Is love human?"

Planet Anything replied,"Am not sure about it but greed is definitely human"

Planet Everything opined,"Yes, because virus is human, may be, Human is virus"
Planet Nothing concluded,"Love is non-human, because for man, love is pure selfishness"

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* Greel = Feel; Greelings = Feelings.
* Greemotions = Emotions.

 PS :  This story is fictional and does not confirm to any of the sciences discussed here.
   

PPS: Here are the posts of my team mates for this contest

 

Nethra, Anney, Pooja, Swathi, Pranjal, Arjit and Anurag

Mother's Day, Motherly!

Mother Love. It gets more space in media around May second Sunday. Celebrations, seminars, bouquets, interviews, greetings, blogs, gifts n more. That is a feel good factor indeed. Of course, mother love has been existing in this evolving and uncertain universe, as a most certain thing, since the inception of life.  I had read in many books, magazines and articles about greatness and divinity of mother's love. I had watched and felt it in innumerable Indian movies. Anyway, what is 'Mother Love?'
 

Mother love, to put in a simple way, "The love of a mother towards her children/kids."  Let's say it again, clearly. "The love of a mother towards 'her' children/kids, ONLY her children/kids. Sometimes more love for, and only, her favorite kid among her kids.  Does it mean that mother love is bounded by certain parameters of being Self? Is mother love really altruistic and selfless?

When a mother loves her children, is it the love towards the children or is it the self love? I mean a mother loves her kids only because they are extension of her physical identity or does she really love the person in the kids? If a woman loves her smile, what do we call it, love or self love? In that case whether loving her biological extensions is self love or real love on kids?  I am not saying that self love is a bad thing. Loving one is quite a healthy factor in a person. My question is whether mother's love is all about just an extension of loving oneself/herself?  

When a mother says, "I love my kid", is she loving the 'my' first and the 'kid' next? Is it the 'My' factor makes her to support every act/feature/character of her kids and love everything related to her kid. Is it supporting and loving herself? Does she really love the person in her kids? Does the mother instinct in a woman take over the ability to love the person in her kids? Is mother love motherly?

My intention is not to lessen mother love. It is  a fact that almost all the living creatures are being genetically programmed to love their off-springs and vice versa. Every mother is a  beautiful person  from their children perspective and vice versa. My question is if at all mother's love is so special/unique/eternal/etc, "Can a mother really love her biological kid and a non-biological kid with equal intensity? Isn't the "My" kid syndrome pop up at every instance she showers her love towards 'her' kids?

The most striking feature in mother's love is the ability of a mother to sacrifice anything for her kids. Sometimes she can go to any extent to serve her child needs and security. This trait is present in every living being. Is Mother love one more instinct/trait or love? 

Mother love, most often, is defined as the only self less love where the person loving you loves you irrespective of whether you love her back or not. Is this something that a mother loves 'herself' in the kids and hence no expectations, only sacrifices?  Is it ‘My’ kid syndrome??

Contrary to this syndrome, we have many such instances in nature, where animals of one species feeding offspring of another species. I call such love as mother love, in fact, motherly mother love . It can be offered to anyone by anyone in this world. Indeed it do deserves celebrations and honors in a much higher level than the invisible Dog God.
You may doubt if i know what love is. May be i don't, because there are as many perceptions of love as the number of persons want to define it.

Finally.....self love, instincts, love, selfishness.....these are just names from different interpretations to one eternal and ever evolving-consummate-unadulterated-basic-essential-crucial-necessary-affectionate emotion of every creature's life called "Mother Love".

Irrespective of the above logic, my foremost intention is to raise a much relevant and substantial question to rake an honest answer within us.

"Do we love our mother just because she is our natural/biological mom by chance or do we really love her for the person she is?"

Had the 'My' mom syndrome peeped into your motherly mother love anytime? Am i blowing an invisible balloon? I guess for all these quite out of the box interpretative analysis, the only solution is  ....

"When logic stops, love starts....."
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"I love my mom, because she is more than love to me"












 P.S:  This is my entry for Blogadda’s ” WRITE A TRIBUTE TO YOUR MOM “contest on  account of Mother’s day..

Best mom
Of the world

Flavours!

Cold Winters...
in hinters
waking up at 4.30 am is really sweet...
but sleeping again with a hug of thick blanket is sweeter...
The sweetest thing to happen for ever is if it is a Sunday.

Scorching hot summer...
Standing since an hour
In a City bus wait
Hungry and angry appetite

Packed, tilted bus
Foot board Hangers
but still am into bus
Its drenching sweat
but still its sweet

In between the heat
I got a window seat
Isn't it sweeter?
Oh! Yes, am luckier

In between the journey
I got the Honey
Offering my seat
to an Old man's wait
Isn't it sweetest?
Oh ! Yes, more than Honey


Romantic Rains... 

Meeting a childhood friend, after years, is elatedly sweet.....
If it happens to be a girl, it is graciously sweeter.....
And if both exchange the rings in the next rainy, then its still sweeter.....
But, the SWEETEST honey can be, if they could remain as friends forever and ever.


In all seasons...
with all reasons....

Getting a job in a MNC, as a fresher, is a giga sweet...
Being offered an onsite opportunity is a bit tera sweeter.....
But, leaving the job in search of career, passions and dreams is the Uber Sweetest byte.


My 4ever Wish...

Having an elder sister is quite sweet......
Being gifted a bicycle by her is quaint sweeter.....
Sculpting her name on my bicycle, with pride and love , is the sweetest....
But parting with her coz of her marriage is damn hard......no its harder.......no no no...... its the HARDEST.

Chweet Secret...

Kissing a gal is curiously sweet...
If she kisses me back, its enormously sweeter...
But if her age is 3, nothing else can be deliciously Cho CHwEEeeeEetTesTt

" Happy UGADI "

Bonding - 55 Fiction

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

 Bonding

 

The nine months of her painful and anxious waiting came to an end  with the delivery of a beautiful and healthy girl child......

Small and cute eyes, pink cheeks, tender fingers.....

Everyone in the family are extremely happy.....

She is relaxed now.....

After few days she left her child forever.....

She is a surrogate mother.

PS: Surrogate mothers in India cost considerably lower (about, a fourth of what they would cost in the United States). 

Sorryism

Sorry  … I did almost spent 15 minutes on thinking how to start my sarcastic and satirical anguish towards this so called self proclaimed sympathetic and empathetic five letter word in English which has the capability of rebinding any relation in this world and has been hijacked by the corporate culture. This word has been percolated in our daily life so much so that we are using it on par with its sibling word “Thanks”…… Literally it’s a good sign of Humanity that shows our concern towards our fellow beings. Then again its your turn to ask, “Mahesh, what’s your problem?”. You are right as usual. I have a problem, but not with the word ‘sorry’ , but with the the way people saying sorry. If you analyse properly, when we are not punctual we say “sorry”…… when we don’t greet on someone’s birthday, we say ‘sorry’…… when we don’t call our dear ones at stipulated time, we say ‘sorry’………….when we cant get what the other person said, we promptly say ‘sorry’……… when we sneeze in public, we say humbly ‘sorry’…….when someone asks you something and you don’t know, we reply ‘sorry’ ……….when we hear someone’s death , we say formal ‘sorry’……….whenever something blah blah happens, we blah blah ‘sorry’……….. Wow! What a culture and concern. We are improving and evolving day by day as human beings. Really do we? No, we aren’t 

Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had humiliated someone just because he couldn't converse in English? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had looked down upon someone who is very much rural? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had thrown water on someone’s only hopes? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had underestimated someone just because he was yet to get the so called posh, bubbled, pompous, decorated corporate job which we got earlier? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had misguided deliberately someone so that he should not surpass us in this wicked competitive world? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had cunningly avoided someone who wanted us to share our over-rated technical skills? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we made someone to feel inferior through our superior attitudinal gestures? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we hardly cared for someone who is desperate to share his grievances with you? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had shown bias and prejudice towards someone who is physically unattractive? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had exploited someone's honesty, sincerity and innocence? ...  Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had shattered someone’s confidence levels so much so that he went into depression in-spite of knowing that once we were in the same position of someone? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when our harsh words and pierced into someone's heart?. Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when our superiority complex dominated the introvert's territory? Finally, Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ even after realising that we had made a mistake/blunder ? Is it Ego ? or Self respect?

Yes, we are improving and evolving day by day as Arrogant, Attitudinal, Self-centered, Egoistic human beings who are busy in winning the rat race of corporate Consumerism. We are simply tagged and branded. Most of the times, the brand image and tags speak more than the words from human heart.

I am grudging so much because our timely and whole hearted sorry could have stopped someone in a malady of depression from attempting SUICIDE. Its true…… we are habituated to plastic sorry, we need smile sorry, we project corporate sorry, we display casual sorry, we carry ready-made sorry, but we forgot the true essence n feel of Sorry…………..Think once ……How human-full it will be if our timely words and gestures towards someone may make him to feel concerned and may make him to think twice before he takes some extreme step. We are not saying sorry where it matters the most. Of course all we need is a sincere and compassionate SORRY………………….. Where is such sorry? Do we have such sorry? If you have such sorry then answer the below question.

" Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we hardly thought about donating towards recent flood victims?"

Now its up to you to choose which type of sorry you want to say……

I hope we will stop polluting and corrupting the gentle word Sorry.I want to say sorry to the word ‘sorry’ for obvious reasons.


Sorry "SORRY"…….!

Flavours

Cold Winters....
in hinters

waking up at 4.30 am is really sweet...
but sleeping again with a hug of thick blanket is sweeter...
The sweetest thing to happen for ever is if it is a Sunday.


Scorching hot summer......
Standing since an hour
In a City bus wait
Hungry and angry appetite

Packed, tilted bus
Foot board Hangers
but still am into bus
Its drenching sweat
but still its sweet

In between the heat
I got a window seat
Isn't its sweeter?
Oh! Yes, am luckier

In between the journey
I got the Honey
Offering my seat
to an Old man's wait
Isn't it sweetest?
Oh ! Yes, more than Honey


Romantic Rains.....

Meeting a childhood friend, after years, is elatedly sweet.....
If it happens to be a girl, it is graciously sweeter.....
And if both exchange the rings in the next rainy, then its still sweeter.....
But, the SWEETEST honey can be, if they could remain as friends forever and ever.


In all seasons....
with all reasons....

Getting a job in a MNC, as a fresher, is a giga sweet...
Being offered an onsite opportunity is a bit tera sweeter.....
But, leaving the job in search of career, passions and dreams is the Uber Sweetest byte.


My 4ever Wish.....

Having an elder sister is quite sweet......
Being gifted a bicycle by her is quaint sweeter.....
Sculpting her name on my bicycle, with pride and love , is the sweetest....
But parting with her coz of her marriage is damn hard......no its harder.......no no no...... its the HARDEST.


Chweet Secret...

Kissing a gal is curiously sweet...
If she kisses me back, its enormously sweeter...
But if her age is 3, nothing else can be deliciously Cho CHwEEeeeEETesT.

First Love

Hi Karthik !!! Hope you are doing great in your life and career and you did receive my mail in your smiles. Yeah! I mean it because i like when you smile . In fact it was your smile with which you met me when you were in 6th standard. Got me buddy?? Nah ???...... Me, your First Love. Anyways, I remember you, still, in spite of my hell called Life. Do you remember those days when you were deeply passionate and emotionally aroused about me and my looks?. I was your only dream and darling then. You spent almost 1 year just staring at me. You did impress me with your gross innocent attention and priority towards me. You were so desperate that nothing else could convince you to be happy other than me. I still remember those enthusiastic young looks. The way you managed to get me at any cost really impressed me. It was not that easy for you to get me. You overcame many hurdles and speed breakers with exuberance to have that ultimate hold on me.

Finally the day came. You won a big war at home to posses me. You got the way cleared. You just came near to me with certain emotional excitement. You had a instinctual glance over me from top to bottom as well as front and back. You were really elated with positive energy in your glittering eyes. It was for the first time you were so close to me and i was excited too. At last you touched my hand gently with warmth. It was still unbelievable for you. It took some seconds for you to realize that it is in reality indeed and not a dream. You were speechless and adjective less. From there started our beautiful journey, all over Mahabubnagar. We left no stone unturned to cover all the major hangouts, ice cream parlors, chat, movies, coffee joints, hillocks, parks, temples, lakes, exhibition, circus, cricket ground and what not. The times when you use to celebrate your hero Sachin's centuries and hum those Rahman's soothing tunes, still create a fragrance of your presence with me . You were so attached to me that you took at most care about me in every possible aspect. Did you remember the day when a thorn pricked my foot and the way you lifted and took me in your hands to get me healed. You use to surprise me with your decorative gifts, though i never insisted. I know they were just add-ons to show your care and love towards me. You were very expressive then. Neither the exams nor the cricket was able to take your attention away from me. The day still flashes in my mind on which you proudly introduced me to your friends with a pinch of exclusiveness and privilege. You were so obsessed and possessive about me that you even refused your friends and brother to have that privileged access to me. You were saturated in my love. I thanked god many times for blessing me with such a wonderful person in my mechanical life with whom i can feel myself. My world was filled with only one thing , You. I thought it was going well with you, forever. But after 4 years , fate conspired the bad phase.

It started when you went to Hyderabad for your Intermediate studies. You left me half-heartedly with a promise of returning soon. It was really a hell for me, but it strengthened our relationship. It got reflected when you came for your home sick holidays. You were excited by seeing me after such a gap. Your sweet hug gave me a sense of security but you seemed little bit matured and determined. I did sense some vibrations, not for me, but for EAMCET. I thought its OK , as career is an important and crucial part of life and of course i am your life. So, i was confident and optimistic about our relationship. In fact , i was happy for your aims and goals and i wish i could contribute my role to it. You went back to your studies. I was in waiting for you like a B.Techie for a software job. You came and went back in a hurry but didn't even bothered to notice me . I thought might be you were focused and concentrated on one thing you wanted. Anyways, by that time, our relationship was at horizon.

The day of Hell came at last. That shocking news still creates vibrations in me. Your brother told me that I am no more into your life and someone else had entered in your life by replacing me. And to my utter shock and surprise , you met her when you were in Hyderabad, and fell in love with her spectacular binding looks. I even heard that, you felt, your Second Love was gorgeous, splendid and was many times better than me in all aspects. It seemed that she was more convenient to your requirements and had got undivided attention from you. It was not a war, it was a battle you won, to get her. You broke the mirror of promises and love. At least, you could have told me what went wrong with me. Was your problem with me or with us or no problem at all.??. Might be i should understand that only uncertainty is certain. May be this is called as life and i have to move on. But i came to know that you were the happiest person in the Universe when you got her. You went for her because she was fast and cooperative as well as friendly enough, though she demands high maintenance you really never bothered about that. Whenever i use to hear that you were in vacation with her in a nearby picnic spot, i use to feel the pain of dejection and soon i was in the malady of depression which gradually effected my health. I know i am a bit conventional, slow and simple. I know very well that i really don't have that oomph factor and hot appeal which she has . But buddy......... what could i say and how could i express my agony and pain. The torture of being neglected was unbearable but i didn't had choice either.

I am not jealous about your love but i do miss you a bunch because no one can ever replace you for me, though, anything can replace me for you, easily. I was noticing every event happening in your life, wishing for your happiness and growth, but you really never bothered to ask at least whats happening with me. May be because you know better than me that Change is the Law of Nature and hence you just moved on with your requirements and priorities. Your college days were over and you were placed in a fancy corporate. May be your commercialized, materialistic and consumerist mindset want a new corporate girl too. Who knows?. You need a symbol for your numerical growth. I know i am a bit sarcastic but it came from my wounded and desperate heart. Not to my surprise, it happened one day, as i expected. Its your Third Love. Yeah, a new flashy corporate girl did enter your luxurious life in which you hesitate even to take my name in front of your new friends . All my sympathies to your second girl in your life. I neither can pronounce the adjectives with which your brother has described your new girl's features nor i am eligible even to talk about her. But somewhere i whole heartedly feel happy that you have reached great heights and i was part of it at least for some years if not for life time.

To be frank enough i am still desperate to have your cute smile and warm touch. You love me or You love me not, but i do love you . Now i am living with a only hope , somewhere in my wounded heart, that one fine day you will realize that i was once part of your life and try to spend at least few moments, if not hours, in my lap, at least as a childhood friend , if not as my love. Because I do always cherish the moments of being your First Love. Hmmm....... Keep rocking the way you are heading in your paced life. Have smiles and fun with your objectiveness love life .Finally, though i know that one shouldn't ask for love, care and concern from others, i am desperate in asking you to meet me this February 14 out of your busy lofty celebrations, not because its a Valentine's Day, but its my Birthday, may be my last Birthday, who knows?. If it is not possible for you, at least try to search for me in your childhood database for those tender moments you had spent with me. Anyways, do take care dear . Miss u a bunch, forever, and ever. Truly yours, your childhood pal, in everlasting waiting ............
By the way, do you remember my name? No?.........Anyways , my name is Hero Ranger........your bicycle and First Love.