Motivation Required


I haven’t been blogging much for the last few days. Its probably because I have nothing much to write and I am home nearly all day long, being lazy. I could do with some motivation to write and if you want me write about something do leave a comment.

The heat is getting on my nerves, even more so because I have to go for my PHP classes from 12 noon to 2pm when the sun is cruelly glaring and draining all the energy you have. The classes aren’t even worth attending, its been 3 weeks since I am going there and they still haven’t taught the basics of web designing. We are doing the programs that we did in C and C++. Someone please convince if that makes any sense at all.This summer couldn’t get worse.

To top it all I haven’t got my passport even now, I applied it a month and a half back. The tall claims of passport authorities saying that they will dispatch the passport within two weeks are false. Thanks t o them my chances of visiting my aunt in US are decreasing with every single day.

Now I look forward to June, especially June 18th, that is when I leave for the Mumbai and Goa trip, with a couple of friends. Its going to be a LEGEN-wait-for-it DARY trip. In June I also complete two years of blogging, two years of being a part of a new and mesmerizing world, the cherry on the cake is I also complete hundred blogposts soon, this being the 91st post.

So get me closer to the century of posts, I want to be there by 16th June. Give me ideas for stories, I will be writing on readers demands now.

Cheers and hope you have a good summer.

Alone


In the middle of the night,

when the darkness was the only dweller.

I  walked,

strolling all alone

in the deserted alley,

where only the shadows lurked.

My thoughts reflected in those shadows.

There were words left unspoken,

as the distances had grown.

Time had gone by,

the voices of the memories

that were now a past, lingered

in my rusted head.

The sweet voices of us laughing

and giggling together.

We climbed the trees

with our skinny hands and legs

and played in the greens

where the daffodils bloomed in glory.

We were young and believed

this was all ever-lasting.

That was before you turned ,

into the devil you are now.

The time snapped the ties

we thought were eternal.

Now it was just me left alone,

walking with my shadow.

And you, my brother

have flown with tides of time.

Letting go


Letting go- How do I define these two words? They are easier said than done. In our lives we might have to let go a lot of things, people, desires and dreams. The hardest part of anything we do is letting go, when these words cross paths with you, you know its time to forget everything, you know its the end. Its always better that we never end up being on the letting go end.

These thoughts may sound pensive, but life isn’t all hunky dory, we do come across situations when all hope is lost and there is no way we can elucidate, the only  solution we have is-letting go. Most of us are clueless when we have to let go something, when we have to stop being the part of something, someone, a dream or whatever it is.

I am not sure how you let go something, everyone probably has their own ways of doing that. I luckily never needed to do the letting go bit in my life. I have got what I want and am sure in future too I  will get what I want. You might think I am an over-confident, over-achieving soul patronizing people. Its absolutely not true, I nearly have no achievement to my credit when it comes to bigger things in life and I am not over-confident either. Its just I learnt to believe in myself, believe in what I do, believe in people around me. I learnt to see success in small things, find achievement in every little thing I do. That probably formed bigger steps and the letting go end never came.

Letting go has two aspects to it forgiving and forgetting. If you learn the rules of two f’s life becomes easy. The forgetting happens when you want to disassociate yourself from some past happening that didn’t  leave you happy and the forgiving is something we all should learn, not everyone around us is perfect. We are prone to mistakes and repeating those mistakes, its not easy to forgive someone or even yourself for a mistake. But we need to do that, not forgiving just makes us resentful and sulky.

The moment the two f’s come easily to us we learn to let go things. I don’t say you have to let go every single thing its always better to avoid a situation that might lead you to let go. When despair engulfs you and you have no solution, absolutely no solution that is when you take the harsh decision. I hope you never really have to put yourself through this.

 

Thanks for reading, if  you made it the end.

An Attempted Murder


She was thoroughly enjoying her stroll when a man lying prone on the roadside caught her attention. Fearing the worst, she turned the limp figure over. Her heart leapt a mile when she saw the man’s face, she was shocked to find the body, this was the least likely place for the body to be in. She checked for the pulse and felt the heartbeat of a man struggling to breathe. She was petrified and couldn’t think of anything, that’s when she thought of a change in the plan. She searched her pockets for her phone and dialed 911 as fast she could with her trembling fingers.

“Hi, I am at the Northcross street and found an unconscious man there, can we please get the man medical aid” she said with an urgency in her voice.

” Yes, ma’am, the help will be on its way” said the voice on the other end.

As she waited for the medical aid, a wave of emotions engulfed her, drowning her in an ocean of memories. She wondered why the body was found at that particular spot. It was mysterious, to see the ex-cop, the ex-boyfriend lying there helplessly.

Just then she heard the sound of a police car, they were quick with their reaction, followed by it was an ambulance. A cop came out of the police car and two men from the ambulance, they put Steve’s body on a stretcher and the ambulance drove away. Leaving her and the cop behind. The cop was examining the spot where the body was found. She stood there, not sure if she could leave.

After he found nothing the cop turned to her and questioned “So missy, how did you find that body here?” The cop was a burly man, seemed around 6 feet tall.

“I was just taking a walk and stumbled on the body” she said, her voice still shaking with shock.

“Convincing enough, have you seen this man here before? Does he live in this neighborhood?”

“No, he doesn’t live here and that man happens to be my ex-boyfriend his name is Steve, we broke up three months back” she said, her voice choking.

“You stumbled upon your ex’s body in your neighborhood? You might be in trouble lady” said the cop. His name plate read Austin Rogers.

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“He was an ex-cop, fired from the police department for being involved  in the Marijuana smuggling scandal. That’s when I broke up with him.”

“Oh, so that is” The Steve” , this sounds fishy, I am sorry but you have to come  with me for some investigation.”
She followed him in the car, it wasn’t her first time in a police car, but this time it was different from all the previous times.

To her surprise they drove into a hospital, instead of the police headquarters. There was a cop, younger than Austin waiting for them.

“Sir, they have taken him inside the ICU, he was strangled, no signs of struggle. His pockets were empty, absolutely no prove of identity or any other clue.”

“The man has been identified, Marvin, he is Steve, the fired cop, from the Marijuana smuggling case” said Austin.

“Really, is that him? Unbelievable. Sir, I believe, Creeks, the chief of the gang might be involved in this attack.”

“And he was definitely not attacked on the spot where his body was found, there were no signs there”

“Yes sir, the physician said, they will take sometime to give us details on his condition” said Marvin.

“Okay, we will wait for a word from them, right now you go and question Creeks, that man can be upto anything even when in the lock-up. Also take along this young lady, she found the body and is Steve’s ex-girlfriend” Austin ordered.

She and Marvin drove to the Police headquarters, Steve often talked about that place.

Marvin asked her to sit in an interrogation room, which was devoid of any furniture except a chair. He pitied the poor innocent looking lady, she was unlucky to find her ex’s body in her neighborhood. It was tragic to deal with such a situation, he felt. She was not allowed to leave the headquarters until proven clear of all charges. He asked one of the junior cops to keep a check on her and himself went to Creeks cell to question him.

“Creeks, Steve was attacked today, we suspect you might have something to do with this” Marvin said.

“Loser, did he die? Hope he did, he is the reason I’m here, hadn’t that freak girlfriend of his heard that conversation between us, both of us would have been doing great now.”

“I just asked, do you know anything about the attack?”

“No.”

Marvin’s phone rang, it was Austin, he asked him to leave Creeks and interrogate him later.

A shocked and unsure Marvin left the criminal’s cell. He called up Austin, looking for the next instruction. Austin asked him to rush to the hospital, Steve had regained consciousness, the physician said the police could take a statement from him in sometime.

Marvin, was angry, he was sure that Creeks was responsible for the attack and felt it foolish on Austin’s part to interrogate Creeks later. How could a man injured so gravely be trusted to give a statement. He thought Austin needed to understand that. With these angry thoughts, he drove into the hospital. He parked the car and whistling coolly, entered the hospital. When he reached the reception, he heard Austin.

“Marvin, its Stella, the woman, Marvin, its her, where is she?”

“What are you talking about Austin, what woman?”

“His girlfriend, I mean his ex, its her who attacked him and then got one of her guy friends to dispose his body. Where is she?”

“At the headquarters, John is taking care of her” said an utterly surprised Marvin.

Marvin drove at 100 miles/hour, he had never driven so fast. It was bugging Austin was screaming at him to drive faster.They rushed to the interrogation room where Stella was. John was looking at his cell phone and grinning stupidly.

“John, open the door, we need to talk to the woman.”

“Sir, she just went to the restroom” said an unaware John.

“You fool, how long has she been in there? Marvin go check” said an angry Austin.

Marvin followed the instructions and without any second thoughts entered the lady’s restroom only to find the ventilator open and a rope dangling there.

She was gone.

EP!C Magazine May issue Editorial


Check out the article here

This issue is a tribute to the victims of terrorism in the world, those who lost their lives and those who witnessed the heinous terrorist attacks. The few seconds that changed their lives just because they were in the wrong place or should I say some cruel soul devised, planned the mass murder, the murder of humanity. There are a lot of untold stories of victims, we cover one such story in the article “The burning train” by Abhijeet Mohapatra.

The NCTC might be a good way to combat the terrorism but before we implement that we need to get the nation’s policies and rules clearly defined. It’s a surprise that something like NCTC can spark a debate. We need to get over the center-state disparities when we are trying to solve issues like terrorism.

Moving on, what’s your summer vacation plan? We are just a few days away from June and the heat in the country is a perfect reason to plan a getaway to the exotic locations. And if you can’t go on a vacation, don’t be disheartened, there are more ways to have a chilling summer. Jump into a pool nearby your place. There is nothing more refreshing than a swim. Or just go to the coolest café and get some nice cocktails and friends to hang-out with.

I have been talking a lot to people about EP!C lately especially older people. They feel that we should involve them too. We at EP!C will be more than happy if they contribute as well. So even if you are not a college student or just out of college you can write for EP!C. EP!C doesn’t limit itself to any age-group.

On thirteenth of this month we celebrated Mother’s day, and the EP!C Magazine gave an opportunity to all its readers to thank their mothers through poems and articles. We got great entries, each entry was a winner in its own way, and with each entry, it got more difficult to evaluate. Stay tuned to check out the winners of both the two categories – poems and articles, here on this page, the coming week!


Love you Maa…


Its mother’s day this Sunday, although thanks to my forgetfulness I wished my mother previous Sunday. I don’t know what got into me, in the middle of the afternoon I assumed it was the Mother’s day and called to wish her. She asked me if I had my facts right, I convinced her and my poor brother had to bear the burnt of not remembering the day that wasn’t.

I don’t know where I should start from when I talk about my mother, the words are too less to describe the most beautiful lady I have ever known. The word beautiful doesn’t do any justice to the wonderful human being she is. She has been now bearing me and my tantrums for nearly two decades now and that’s commendable keeping in mind I have a brother not very different from me. We are her immensely spoilt brats, we have always been choosy with food, a little troublesome sometimes argumentative and have fought with her. She has been greatly tolerant and patient towards us making us realize when we are wrong. Atleast making ‘me’ realize, I can’t be sure of her son.

She cooks us the food we like, its an arduous task, since the three of us including my father, brother and me never like the same kind of food. She listens to us patiently, well most of the times. I remember as kids she would teach us, she worked in a school and took extra classes for older kids in the evenings. Afternoons were the only time when we she had with us and she made sure that we finished our homework in that time. She was and always has been the superwoman from teaching us to being a soccer mom, driving us to our swimming pool, fetching us from classes in evenings. She has literally been always there, in the hard times been the support and been the encouraging factor when we did something good.

Now that I have grown up, I love talking to her especially the dinner time conversations the family has. The talks range from pulling everyone’s legs to discussing serious politics to deciding the flavor of ice-cream we eat after dinner. She is more of a friend now. I hardly get scolded, the mere scolding that now happens, is when I get back home late or spent too much money, but I even like that. Its really funny to see her turn red and she is generally faking it.

She has never been too expressive with her love and I really appreciate that fact, that has made me a balanced person. Can’t say how but yes it has. She has never really spoilt me but never deprived me of anything. That just means she is perfect. I absolutely enjoy shopping with her, she gets spent thrift just like me. It feels good to swap the driving seat with her although I wish she trusted the driver in me. She nearly screams asking me to drive slowly even when I am and every time  swears that she will drive the next time when the two of us go out.

She has the perfect advice for all the situations. And they always work.  There have been many instances when I was clueless and she came to my rescue. Whether it was a problem at school, college, with a friend or when my father got mad at me she gave solutions to all, helped me out of it and even scolded me before finding a way out for me.

Its just not possible to thank her in one blog post or on a specific day. She is the best mom anyone could have. I can’t thank her enough for whatever she has done for me. Love you mamma forever and always. Here is what I give her this mother’s day:

 

This isn’t my cup of tea.


I can’t bargain, not at all, not with the auto-wallah, the rickshaw wallah neither while I am street shopping. I am not good at it but does it matter? I am scorned upon due to this fact, people treat me like I am an invalid when it comes to bargaining. How can one bargain? I am never going to figure out the answer to that one question.

I always end up paying double the amount of money when I am traveling alone. When I am not alone, my friends  bully the poor auto-wallah to slash the prices till he agrees. I am just a mere spectator when these deals are discussed, standing like a child awestruck with the bargaining skills of the friends. Unfortunately we don’t have meter autos in Chandigarh.

When it comes to shopping, specially street shopping I either buy it or just let it be, bargaining is not just my cup of tea. I love shopping, like anyone else from planet Venus but I didn’t acquire the requisite skills for shopping. I definitely can’t bargain and I have an entire collection of clothes that I never saw again after purchasing. Those are signs of a bad shopper.

The best bargaining I ever did was with a traffic cop on the new year’s eve. He caught me for skipping a signal, I pleaded, begged, made innocent puppy faces and after half an hour of all that he let me go. It felt glorious, I was ecstatic. I saved my driving a license and 300 bucks. Apart from that I have never really bargained.

Its not that I have not tried at all, I do try but to no avail. I have this uncanny incapability of bargaining. What’s funnier is when people around me tell me its not a good thing. Does it really matter if I can bargain or not? Won’t change the world for me. So people around me stop pestering me about it.

Versatile Blogger Award


A few days back, Tanzz here nominated me for the Versatile Blogger. I was elated and would have loved to give an oscar winning like speech but that will get boring so I will just let it. Thanks a lot Tanzz for the nomination, it came as wonderful surprise.

There is a rule that when we get selected we have to nominate other 15 blogger to motivate and inspire them and write seven random facts about us.

Here are the random facts about me:

1) I love driving and swimming apart from reading and writing.

2) I don’t watch television, don’t find anything worth watching on it.

3) I want to travel the world all by myself.

4) I can be very serious when needed and rest of the times I am crazy.

5) I want to learn salsa, the only dance form I like.

6) I am more random than the facts I am writing here.

7) I am a pepsi and snickers addict. Pepsi is my all time favorite drink. Don’t swap it with coke.

Now my nominations, not fifteen right now though, do check these blogs they are worth reading.

1) Terror#1
2) emotionalsalad
3) I wish I knew
4) The serious butterfly
5) re-thinking life
6) Kishore on Shore
7) Indian Polity Today
8) My Pen’ll break yer sword

Birthday off the Highway


Immediately after the exams got over this time, it was my friend SM’s birthday, her nineteenth, her last teen year. We could not let this birthday, just be any other birthday, the party had to be glorious for dual reasons. First We all managed to complete two years of college, the time seems to have whooshed by and the birthday.

SM had been throwing subtle hints she wanted a surprise party and this made the task hard for us. What surprise this time? Her last birthday party was a surprise one as well. We were clueless and had very less time to plan a surprise because of exams. That is when CK came up with the igneous idea of going to Kikar lodge, seventy kilometers drive from here. It was a perfect idea, a getaway and birthday surprise planned together.

One of the many sign boards

We decided to leave early morning, at around 8:00 AM, few of us had a class, including the birthday girl, everyone bunked it. SM was blind-folded to add more mystery to the surprise and make it look more dramatic. I didn’t have my jalopy this time but didn’t miss it at all. We had two of my other favorite vehicles, Uncle V’s car and SWAT’s two wheeler. I accompanied SWAT on the two wheeler for the first bit of journey. Majorly because I wanted to drive and she let me drive. She is the only who lets me drive, nobody else trusts me with the two-wheeler. Well, I just drove for the first fifteen minutes of the two and half hour journey, rest of it I was crooning third-grade songs and enjoying the ride on the pillion.

We made it to Ropar in one hour or a little more than that. Most of it was a good drive, the highway is really nice and we have driven there before. We took a stop near a canal and took some pictures. The adventure began after that when we had to get off the main highway and drive on the roads where the width keeps on reducing like you wished your waistline should. There were twists and turns, the driving got dicey. Suddenly the mobile signals went off, we were in the unexplored rural Panjab, with no sight of Kikar lodge.

Scared we had lost our way, we stopped by at a Dhaba to ask if we were on the right track, elation engulfed when came to know we were but were still a twenty kilometers away. That is when I started driving again, I forgot putting on my glasses and could not see the potholes, and drove into every single pothole making the bumpy ride even more so. SWAT who was the pillion was cursing me, not her fault, poor her.

Before we realized the size of the road reduced and it was no longer a road just a track where one can barely drive, there were signs leading to that place all over but the road never seemed end. Swat and I even lost our way, we missed a sign board.It was frustrating but finally after a four kilometer drive on those roads we entered the massive gates of the lodge.

The place was beautiful, rejuvenating, lush greens trees surrounded us, their pools were bright blue and I wanted to jump into them. It was really peaceful to not have mobile signals, away from the city. Kikar lodge also provides some adventure sports, check their site for details, we could not indulge into those because of lack of time and resources.

The lunch was pretty decent, after the lunch CK and I jumped into the pool, despite knowing we could not because we were not entitled to and we didn’t leave until one of the guys came to tell us we weren’t allowed. After that we just sat by the pool and talked for sometime, by 2:30 PM we left the lodge. The place is paradisiacal for a getaway, it would be great to spend a weekend there. SM loved every bit of this surprise. Here is a hint guys, give me a similar surprise on my birthday, just don’t blindfold me :P The drive back was easier, nothing much happened then. I realized give me a car, good company, a swimming pool, a few good books and I could live my entire life with just these things.

When we were leaving this is the scene that bade us farewell

More pictures

The Dakku Getup for the ride on two-wheeler