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A Morning View

2010-02-08T13:50:00.001+04:00

This morning at 5 am

While I sat in my garden

And read the morning newspaper

I watched two Parrots’s perched on

A drumstick tree,

Swaying on the branches, chirping away

And enjoying, the fruit of the tree.

Below the tree stood two little kittens

Dreaming of attacking the birds

Little do they know that should they even

Dare to go close to them they would be attacked

For, their beaks are sharp and a piece of

flesh they could lose in the bargain.

Then came the mother cat out of no where

And jumped on the branch,

To try to reach for the Parrots’

Alas she fell with a thud and the birds

Flew away!

Leaving the the cat and her kittens staring in dismay!

A Morning View

2010-02-08T13:50:00.000+04:00

The Desert Life

2010-02-08T13:48:00.000+04:00

From my window I see the big desert,

That seems so quite, then all of a sudden

I hear a hissing and swooshing sound

The desert sand blows across my window

Blowing sand all over and making the air thick with dust.

In a distant I see a camel walk by

not bothered of the blowing sand

for he is used to it, living in the desert.

I decide to take a walk across the desert

As it seems so welcoming

With the sand dunes all around

The sand seems to flow like a river,

My feet sink into the sand,

Leaving big footprints,

But when I turn back I see no foot prints in the sand

For it’s gone with the wind.

I see a caravan approaching,

I stand by to watch them

When they see me they give me a smile

Their camels are laden with goods to be traded

Across the borders that join the deserts and the cities.

As I walk further I spot an Oasis and see Camels

quenching their thirst from it

Tents are pitched and there are some families

Sitting besides the oasis, and chatting,

smoking the Hukka and sipping Kava (Black Arabic coffee)

Two little children playing in the sand

They seemed so calm and relaxed

As it was getting late, I headed back.

And realize that this is life in the Desert.

Am I dying in his Silence

2010-02-08T13:41:00.000+04:00

Silence is a sure killer

For your silence kills

Kills me slowly and softly

Your silence is like a song

Sung silently but killing me at the same time.

I hear a song in the quiet of the room

and in the still of the air

A song of our love

A song of our life

Every word in it

Has so much meaning and pain

I hear you singing that song

So soulfully, but hurting me at the same.

In silence I bear the pain

As Life goes by

The colorful past seems all over

A new day is born

And a new life has begun

Sometimes I crave to just

A hear a few words from you

But you just seem to ignore me

And pretend like I was not there

Like a few drops of water

that quench my thirst

So do I miss a few words from you.

Yes, I miss you

For your silence is killing

And I am waiting

For a few words

To show me a sunny day

Or even a rainbow in the sky.

To my Dad

2008-09-11T12:27:00.000+04:00

Today 24 years ago I remember you dad,

A sweet memory of you I have

It was a day before my birthday

And I was waiting for your call

That day the weather seemed gloomy and sad

And I wondered why

I was excited for it was my birthday the next day,

And new red dress I had brought

All of sudden there was a down pour of rain

Which lasted only five minutes and

Then there was sun shine again

What a funny weather I thought

But that kept me thinking

For on my way to college I was,

And it wetted my dress

From college I returned a little late

Hoping to receive your call

I was too shocked for the call

I got was not that from you to say Happy Birthday

But a call from my aunt

To say, that you had passed away.

Alas it was too late for,

You had left me alone in this world

And had gone to live in a better place

to another world alone.

May your soul rest in peace dearest dad

After all these years this poem to you

I dedicate

May you rest peacefully in that world of yours

And to thee I pray may you always guard and protect me,

against all evils and bad of this world.

Your Picture

2008-09-07T11:12:00.000+04:00

T’was that day

Time flew by for us,

We went in different ways,

We spoke from time to time

And kept in touch on email

But we had never seen each other after that unfateful day.

Today after 20 odd years I see a picture of you,

A tear comes to my eyes

My heart is filled with emotions

And all the past memories came alive

I turned cold and stood still staring at the picture in my hand

You had changed so much from what I had seen,

You look so sad and laden with life’s burdens

And no smile on your face

I just keep staring at the picture

And wondering if it is really you?

Its funny how my mind is disturbed

And memories of you keep flooding back to me

For my heart still yearns for you

You were my first love then,

And nothing could stop me from loving you

I missed you yesterday

I missed you today

And always will as long as we are apart.

In a Hurry

2008-09-04T08:14:00.000+04:00

In a hurry I write

In a hurry I make a mistake

In a hurry I post it on my page

In a hurry I forget to mention the Title

In a hurry I wrote what came to my mind

But I forgot to mention the most important lines

That in a hurry I wrote

An forgot to post what

I had written.

This Moment

2008-09-04T08:13:00.001+04:00

This moment I thought

I'd write a line or two,

but my brain box is not working

and I don't know what to do.

My mind seems blank and I have

run out of words,

I have run out of thoughts,

I have run out of everything.

This moment I want to say something

But I cannot seem to open my mouth

the words don't come easy and

I just don't know what to do.

This moment I hear the phone ringing

And I want to say Hello,

but I cannot seem to reach the phone,

for everything seems so far away

in spite of it being so near.

I wake up from this funny dream

at this Moment , I am happy

to be writing what I am doing.

A Tidal Love

2008-08-25T14:03:00.000+04:00

Like the wave of an ocean

So cool & yet so calm

I was drawn towards you,

You were like a magnet

Drawing me closer to you

Like the wave that sweeps

The sand into the sea

You swept me of my feet

And locked me in the ocean of your love,

It was a tidal lust and that passion and emotions

That came wave after wave.

We were laughing, playing and enjoying

The game of love in our life

The illusions of love were so exciting

That I was submerged in your love.

But was is that unfateful day

When an ill wind blew my love away

I felt ripped like the angry sea

And was torn into two

I stand deeply submerged in love

Not knowing where to go or what to do?

Was it a Tidal Love?

Sometimes

2008-08-21T12:22:00.002+04:00

Sometimes, I guess I can be creative, but just sometimes
Sometimes, I feel on top of the world,
Sometimes, I feel like I'm all alone,
Sometimes, my life is spiraling out of control,
Sometimes, my heart, I swear stops beating,
Sometimes, my heart is so full it could burst,
Sometimes, I feel like I've got it under control,
sometimes I just dont want to talk to anyone
sometimes I dont want to hear anything
sometimes I cant do anything right
Sometimes I want to laugh
Sometimes I want to cry
Sometimes I want to live
Sometimes I want to die
Sometimes when I am sad and I watch the wind sway reeds by the water
And there are days I feel exhausted
Almost like I have been combusted But that’s only sometimes

Behind the closed door

2008-08-18T12:01:00.003+04:00

Behind the locked door was once

a house that had seen the sunshine
of many different years.
a house that had seen some happiness
a house that had seen tears.

This lovely house now seems so empty
Since you left with last goodbyes.
The smiles and talk, the happy laughs
Echo above the lonely sighs

Whether leaves are green in springtime
snow leaves lightly on the ground
This old house will hold the memories behind the locked door.

Those Moments

2008-08-11T13:04:00.002+04:00

My heart begins to race;
I can feel the rush of adrenaline.
As your palms perspire and my mouth goes dry,
I feel the butterflies in my stomach.
I am keenly aware that this is the moment I have prepared for.
I gaze at you and see that your eyes are watching me with anticipation.
After a deep inhale and a slow exhale I begin…..

A lonely Star

2008-08-10T15:01:00.000+04:00

How can anyone be lonely
With so many people on this planet
Who would love a kind word
From someone like you.

Why am I feeling very much lonely?
What's wrong with me?
I don't know.
Seems all my friends have disappered.

These are lazy days
And lonely nights
Am looking for a lonely star
who would keep me company

TO THAT FRIEND

2008-05-28T08:52:00.000+04:00

As I sit by my office window,
and watch the setting sun,
my thoughts begin to wander
to thoughts about you
Of how I first met you
and how different you were.

We had so much to talk about,
and so much to share.

Now as time as elapsed,
I see a different you,
I see a you - as one who is playing hard to get,

You said you were my friend
but is just fooling around
and playing with my emotions,
can there be another you?
can I find that you whom I met
a few months ago?
I guess no.

I see you have time for everyone,
but no time for me,
is it because -
I am from a different planet
as you may think?
Or is it because I am married?
Can she not have a soul mate?

Whever I have asked you out,
You are too busy or have a lame excuse
When I ask you to reply to my mail,
you have not time and have lot to do
When I convey my feelings
You have nothing to say.

All I can say is that,
I wont bother you anymore
and ask you no more questions,
send you no more emails
that would need a reply
All I wanted to just say to you

Thank you for being a True Friend!

Is this Love or Passion?

2008-05-27T08:13:00.000+04:00

Passion is a horse that knows no master,
And I cannot with fences make it stay.
It must run free towards daylight or disaster,
Away to a new day .
So I must say what you don't want to hear,
But it's a truth that both of us must bear.

For us life passes like a dream,
Revealing only what is on our minds.

I don't understand what happened to us
Or why you have turned away.

Guess you are playing Hard to get?
Of course you are free to do as you like,
But first I have something to say.

To me it had seemed we could go on forever,
So close were our hearts, and at ease,

I want you to know that your friendship,
I treasure, and would not now end.
If you would be willing to turn to embrace me,
You'd find in me still a good friend.

How can I tell you what I feel for you?
When I think of you my feelings twist inside

I write to let you know I always think about you,
Lest you not decipher how I feel.
Our friendship gives me courage to reveal
Vain hopes I've long since harbored silent for you.
Even though right now we are just friends,
Your closeness to me makes me want much more,

Is it the same with you?

In Silence

2008-05-02T16:08:00.000+04:00

Silence awakens the sleeping seeker in me,
Silence enlightens the aspiring seeker in me.
Silence fulfils the self-giving seeker in me

His Silence has awoken me,
his silence disturbed me,
his silence brought another
silence into my life

Silence is word that cannot be spoken
but can be felt!

An Ode to my friend

2008-05-02T16:06:00.000+04:00

The day I met you
I found a friend -
And a friendship that
I pray will never end.
Your smile - so sweet
And your talks -Kept me going
When day was as dark as night
You made life seem so good.
There were times when we didn't see eye to eye
And there were days when both of us were too busy

Circumstances are pulling us apart,
We are separated by many things.
Truly, the only thing that keeps me going
Is my treasured memory of your mischivous smile.

This friendship we share
Is so precious to me,
I hope it grows and flourishes
And lasts unto infinity.

Our friendship is one-in-a-million
So let's hold on to it and each other.
We cannot let this chance of pure bliss fly away
For there will never be another.

One sided telephone converstaion

2008-04-28T21:14:00.000+04:00

Rrring rrring
Hello
Good morning
Is that you?
so how have you been lately?
Heard you had been on a date with the girl in town?
Is that true?

Hey sure you had a swell time with her,
for I know she is gorgeous and pretty and sexy,
so says all the guys in town.

so tell me how did it go?
did you try all your naughty tricks on her,
did you coo to her and tell her
that she was the most beautiful and sexy woman
you had met.

I am sure you did,
and she fell for your sweet talks.

Okay gotta go now,
will call you later
Bye for now

For my friend Mariam

2008-04-21T16:30:00.000+04:00

She is a very delightful lady,
and friendly with one and all
She is very bubbly and always full of smiles,
but at times in in the world of her own.

She has working husband and
little handsome son
who she worries too much for.
She works for him from dawn to dusk
to always keep him smiling and happy.

She very good at figures
and makes no mistakes at all
Her boss is always after her
and so are her colleagues
and she is always at their beck and call.

She makes very good company,
and tries to ape one and all,
Guess what - she can be the noisy one at a party.

She is quite a foodie
and takes delight in all the food,
but pizza's being a favorite of all.

Within herself she is soft and gentle
and has that mental strain,
But yet she can give you that lovely smile,
and keep you smiling all the while.

And lo behold she is smiling after reading this poem!

If

2008-04-21T16:29:00.000+04:00

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.
If you want.

I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
If you need.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
If you think I should.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help If and when you ask.

I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.

I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.

I can't tell you who you are.
But I can only like you and be your friend.
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, or from me.
But I can only pray for you, AND wait for you talk to me.

The wait

2008-04-17T13:55:00.001+04:00

You make me wait
for you to come online
I forget my work
And wait for you to just say a simple HI!

I know not from whence
these feelings come
But comes from deep within

Can I still wait
Or should I just move on?????

Can we still be friends?

2008-04-17T13:49:00.000+04:00

I was cold and hurting lost out in the night
wandering and searching for heaven's light

As I saw the night sky clearing
and you spread your rainbow wings
But little did I know
what joy you would bring

From that moment on a friendship did start
you kissed away my tears and sheltered my heart

I cried for a friendship I thought I lost
But then felt your warm, gentle hand
You then whispered in my ear
that by my side you'll forever stand

But did I tell you this feeling
of I grew fearful
for I thought I had fallen in love?

The lonely tree

2008-04-17T13:47:00.000+04:00

I am like a lonely tree in the middle of nowhere
Spreading it branches far and wide
Waiting that weary traveller or a passerby
to lay beneath the tree
and take shelter from the heat.

Many a traveller has come by,
stopped and rested from the heat,
but do I have to wait for that
traveller to come along who
is stil travelling along life's path
and yet to reach me?

Please tell me he has not passed,
without stopping by,
for I still await that traveller

LOVE

2008-04-15T15:09:00.000+04:00

Love is the ultimate,
Love is sacrifice
Love is war

Love is Love
Love is being happily married for 17 years
Love is good communication between the two
Love is understanding and forgiving each other
Love is one stays quite while the other one
goes on and on...but in the end its LOVE who WINS

Love is the sweetest things that could happen anyone this earth!

Love has no age barriers
Love has no race
Love has no colour difference
Love comes in all sizes
That is why we say LOVE IS BLIND!

Amen!

An ode to Anoop my colleague

2008-04-09T13:17:00.000+04:00

I have been here for three months,
And have met many a colleague or two,
But among them I have met one,
a lovely colleague, whom
I misunderstood at first,
a proud one I thought him to be,
but turned out to be delightful as can be.

Among other colleagues in the office
he is always surrounded by women
He seems to have that charm,
to stand & talk to and leave a mark on them
by making them laugh or
lending a ear for their talk.

In love he has never been too lucky
and has always broken a heart or two
or has been rejected for another.

In life he has come up through hard work,
For he lost his father when he was much younger
and looks after his mother and brother
He has turned out to be a go getter.

He loves to read books,
and mind you - not the common authors,
he loves to read autobiographies
and some rare author would be one among them.

He seems to be a very devoted one,
and lucky the lady would be
to have found one like him
for he plans to settle in life
and make the best for his wife.

I am glad he is my friend,
for we share a couple of things togther.

Flowers

2008-04-09T13:16:00.000+04:00

A big vase of flowers stood
on my desk
I just stood an admired its beauty
and did not for whom or from where it came,
just then I saw a small note and on it
it read ;

GOODLUCK.....from all your friends at ITP

I write

(12 June 07')

I write about love

2008-04-09T13:14:00.000+04:00

I write

If life were a dream,
I'd run through a rainbow
pick out each color,
just so you'd know..
my love for you
will always glow.

:)(04 June 07')

I write

As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Thouh she draws him, yest she follow,
Useless are they with out each other.

(07 June 07)

Why

2008-04-09T13:12:00.001+04:00

Why am I scared?
Why wont anyone answer?
Why am I alone?
Why werent you there?

Can you take away my fears?
Can you stop all my tears?
Can you help me?
Can you save me?

I write

(June 04 - 07')

Of our 21st Centuary

2008-04-09T13:10:00.000+04:00

I write

Our communication - Wireless
Our dress - Topless
Our telephone - Cordless
Our cooking - Fireless
Our youth - Jobless
Our food - Fatless
Our labour - Effortless
Our conduct - Worthless
Our relation - Loveless
Our attitude - Careless
Our feelings - Heartless
Our politics - Shameless
Our education - Valueless
Our follies - Countless
Our arguments - Baseless
Our boss - Brainless
Our Job - Thankless
Our Salary - Very less !!!

(May30 - 07')

I write - continuations

2008-04-09T13:05:00.000+04:00

I write

When people are around you,
they seem to absorb your uplifiting attitude.
When I think about you,
I can think of happiness and
how lucky I am to know you and have you as
My Friend!

I write

A single rose can be my garden... but a single friend, my WORLD.

Perhaps it is nostalgia for
A long uncertain glow,
Or just some hope so beautiful
I cannot let it go.

I write

May23 - 07')

Is this love

2008-04-09T13:03:00.000+04:00

Like a sweet taboo,
That life should contrive,
I’m just aching for you!

What is it with Love
That makes me
then breaks me?

I can’t talk to you!
So this piece I write.
It’s all I can do…

(May16 - 07)

For my friend who passed away in 1980

2008-04-09T13:00:00.000+04:00

It is so sad for us to see
A girl living in pain and agony.
She has the looks that can kill,
and the beauty of a Queen,
The riches of a King and the best of everything.

But what most she does not have
Is the precious life to live a long life,
Yet she lives a happy contended life..
that maybe you and I wont live.

She would give you any amount of riches
in exchange for a longer life
but alas she knows.,
that she cannot live too long.

Imagine what a life it must be,
for her to know and to live
That the Angel of death,
Is only at her door step.
For her now life is too precious
And not moment to be wasted.

So I pray to God,
that should death come to her like a thief,
to let her die --- a peacful death
A peaceful death when she's asleep.

Reposting - May06 - 07'

Dreaming of you

2008-04-09T12:54:00.000+04:00

I write

I'll leave my window open till sunrise for you
I'll keep my eyes patiently focused on you
where are you now I can hear footsteps,
Am I dreaming and if I am;
keep me from waking up to believe this is true.

2008-04-09T12:49:00.000+04:00

I was so happy to chat with him,
he asked me if I could call him,
I said yes and dialled his number
the phone was ringing,
I got connected,
I hear him say hello,
my heart beat faster,
as I just listened in silence
to that voice I missed so much,
I could'nt say anything,
as I just kept on listening
until he disconnected.

I still hear his voice and,
its still playing in my mind.,
I can say no more
so

I write.

(May 02' 07)

The orphanage

2008-04-09T12:47:00.000+04:00

At a visit to the orphanage
I see those little smiling faces
What joy they have,
no one can tell
as behind that smile lies,
a different world.

they know no where they come from,
or they will go.
their home is their orphangae
and the love bestowed on them
from the care takers to every visitor
that comes to see them or pick
one of them.

Alas they wait their turn to come
to live in this wide world
little do they know that they
would get more peace and happiness
in the orphangae than in this big
wide world.

Amen I write.

(May 02' 07')

An ode to the Mango

2008-04-09T12:46:00.000+04:00

It seems to be mangoes all the way!

I ate a mango yesterday,
and oh the taste still lingers in my mouth.
I am looking for more,
but alas there is none left,
for the last guest that came,
walked away with whatever was left.

Mango the sweetest fruit
Mango the tastiest fruit
Mango mango mango all the way!

I write

May 01 -07'

To my friend

2008-04-09T12:44:00.000+04:00

I feel inside of me
the sadness in your heart
when things are'nt going right

all I have to offer is
my love......
my friendship.....
my desire to share your
joys & sorrows...
your good times and bad times
to be with you when you are
lonely and blue
and help you to overcome
your dreams and make
life little pleasure come true.

I write

(Ap 30. 07')

A Casanova

2008-04-09T12:43:00.000+04:00

I was mesmerized by his looks.
His looks could kill.
I longed to talk to him,
I longed to be friends with him,
But he had those airs,
That no one could kill.

He was a casnova they said,
But I did not beleive it,
Unitl I saw it.
I was hurt and wanted to cry
For he promised me the heaven
Only to let be burn in hell.

He looked at every girl,
And gave them that cute smile,
He let their hearts miss a beat,
He stole a smile from every girl,
And let his heart hang on his sleeve.

Alas he was a Casanova!

I write (Ap 25. 07')

About Love - I write - continuations

2008-04-09T12:41:00.000+04:00

Stumbling through the lanes of memory,
I found another piece I wrote

In love there is no race
no creed or no age
In love ther is no language
Cos' love is a language by itself.
that one and all can understand
Love has no limits,
Love has no bounds,
for if you fall in fall
you cannot come out of it.

and if you did
you would regret for a fault,
For love tells no lies
As love is sweetest thing
that could happen to you.

I write (Ap 24 . 07)

Love is A movement

2008-04-09T12:40:00.000+04:00

Love is movement
In which you have a Master Menu
Every move you make
and step you take
Enters the stock file of your life.

You stock file all the movements
And then one day analyse its mistakes
You correct & delete every fault,
and then when the bad times is over
You let your love taste another
Option of spice from your life.

Once again you accept a new life
And when finally all is well
You end that movement of your Love life,
by joining together in Holy Matrimony
And another new movemnt if your Love Life
has begun.

Blessed are they that join together in
holy matrimony!

I write

For my friend Frances

2008-04-09T12:39:00.000+04:00

Dedicated for my a real sweet girl

F ull Of energy & vigour
R osey smile you have
A lways ready to help
N ever says not to the needy
C ool, calm and courteous she is,
E verlasting friendship she can get
S weetest girl I have met!

I write (Ap 23. 07')

I write

2008-04-09T12:20:00.000+04:00

I write

It was a long weekend
very hot and humid
I got fed up and waited for it
to end
A new week has begun
and new day
and new thread
phew that is a lot to
Write

Good threads always last long
good friends join the gang
and write good things
and keep this thread
going forever
Until BMW publishes it
all in a book

I write (Ap 22'07)

You know how people say
that someone is lucky in love?
Well i feel like
I'm lucky in Frienship
for I have found you my friend

I wirte.

It means a lot to have a friend
like you
You have become apart of my life
I feel so comfortable when I am with you
& the times we share are a delight.
& I know, no matter what,
I can always count on you my Friend.

I write ( Ap 23 07')

True poets don't write
their thoughts with a pen,
They release the ink that flows
From within their heart.

Amen!

I write Ap23. 07')

FOOTBALL

2008-04-03T16:44:00.000+04:00

I am picked up by group of 11 a side,
tossed and turned from side to side,
then I am kicked and kicked
all over the field, back and forth,
high above the grounds.

Sometimes I am held in the hand and tossed to another,
To be once again kicked to the other,
I get no rest until the half time whistle goes,
I lay in a corner waiting to picked up
and kicked again all over.

At times when I am kicked into the
goal post, I am given a break or two,
with cheers from the crowd not for me
for the group.

oh their shoe hurts and I get bruised,
in spite of that I am being kicked
all over the field to the delight of other,
and the big game is over.

YESTERDAY

2008-04-03T16:40:00.001+04:00

Yesterday, I met a stranger
and today we are friends,
I am glad I took time to say Hello
and return a Smile.

I would have not know this stranger,
had I not met him yesterday,
and then if yesterday was today,
it would be too late.

For today is gone and tommorow,
cannot bring him back.
so I am glad that I met this stranger
yesterday and became his friend,
for we share so much together,
and make the best of life today.

Smile and lend a ear to the stranger
you meet today,
For you never know who that stranger
will be to you...

From a total Stranger to a good Friend!

A seed and Love

2008-04-01T12:19:00.000+04:00

I planted a seed in your garden,
and watered it everyday,
I waited for the sun to shine
And rain to give it more water
I peep out my window to see the new day

I jump out of my bed
And come to the garden
I see a small plant growing
And know it’s the one I planted

I smile at it and feel happy
For the seed I planted in your garden
Is finally growing into a tree

It is the same with love

Happy New Year

2008-04-01T11:45:00.001+04:00

H ours of happy times with friends and family
A bundant time for relaxation
P rosperity
P lenty of love
Y outhful excitement as the years pass

N ights of restful slumber
E verything you need
W ishing you success

Y ears and years of good health
E njoyment and mirth
A ngels to watch over you
R embrances of a all previous happy years!

The Lass from Bangladesh - Part V

2008-01-17T13:23:00.000+04:00

The first day at school is only getting acquainted with the students and scanning their syllabus.

A week goes by Mumtaz is pleased with the school and her work. She loves the little children that she teaches and they too seem to react with her very well. Mumtaz becomes a very popular teacher and is admired by all her colleagues. Soon it’s Children’s Day and they have to get the kids to do something special that day. She helps the children in staging a special play and some skits. All the children do very well and all the parents have a good time on that day. When all the parents and children were leaving she notices one little boy sitting and crying in the corner. She calls him towards her and asks him “Jaffar why are you crying?” She thinks he is worried because his parents have not yet come to pick him up he must be crying .He looks up at her and cries, she hugs him and wipes the tears from his eyes. She tells him not to cry and that his parents would come anytime now. It was getting late and the teacher too was getting worried. At that moment the principal comes by and sees the little lad crying in her arms and feels sorry for the boy. She tells the teacher that he is an orphan and is being looked after by his uncle. Mumtaz asks the principal how this happened and she told Mumtaz that only a few weeks back his parents met with a freak accident and passed away so now she realized why he was crying. She knew that he must have missed his parents on this special day as every year his parents would come to see him perform and this year no one turned not even his uncle as he was a business man and was very busy. The driver was late to pick him up from school to that day.

The teacher sits with the little boy in the school lobby and waited till he was picked up. Jaffar was nine years and handsome little lad. She told him about herself and told him that she too missed her parents but that life must go on. Mumtaz told him that his parents were up there and were surely there watching over him and seen his performance. She was sad for him. She heard the lobby door open and in walked a tall man with broad shoulders. She assumed it could be his uncle. The boy looked up and said teacher my uncle is here. She thought that Jaffar looked handsome like his uncle. Jaffar introduced the teacher to his uncle Imran and his uncle thanked her for her patience and waiting until he came. He apologized for the delay and assured it would not happen. All along his conversation he kept staring at Mumtaz. Mumtaz although in her early thirties was very pretty looking. She suddenly caught him staring at her and felt a bit uncomfortable. She suddenly said that it was late and they leave. They said once again said thank you and good night and left.

That night Mumtaz was really very tired, she took a hot shower changed and went to bed. She could not sleep well she was very restless, she kept thinking of Jaffar, her herself and his uncle’s stares. It was all very disturbing. But next day was a day of surprises for Mumtaz. When she woke up she was surprised to see Nina up before her and found it very strange – she then thought that she must have over slept and work up late. And she gets ready and the transport is there to pick her up. Nina has this strange smile on her face all the while. Mumtaz ask’s her she is up to and Nina just smiles and says nothing. They reach the school. Mumtaz goes to the assembly hall; she thinks that she sees that there is a strange smile on all the faces of everyone out there today, but she cannot understand why. Then when she enters the class was a bigger surprise, she says a big bouquet of flowers at her table and then all the children stand up and instead of wishing her they sing to her “Happy Birthday teacher”. Mumtaz was surprised as she herself had forgotten that today was her birthday. Al the children bring to her little bunches of flowers and cards that they have made. She goes to the bouquet and sees a small card attached to it and wonder who has sent it. She smiles when she reads it. It was from Imran the uncle of Jaffar. Besides saying special thank you to her he wishes her on her birthday, she looks at Jaffar and sees that Jaffar to is looking at her and giving her that cute smile. She thanks all the children and they all get back to studying.

That evening Mumtaz waits with Jaffar till her goes as she was waiting to thank his uncle for the special flowers and greetings that she received. The wait seemed too long and she was getting rather restless at last he came and when he approached the boy they (Mumtaz) and he exchanged quite smiles and she thanked him once again. Later that evening was yet another surprise all her colleagues and the principal gave a dinner treat she was very thrilled and appreciated it with thanks.

Mumtaz was tired and had to call it a day. She went back to her room and sat and thought of the lovely day she had. She decided to pen a long letter to her friend Shakila. She wrote to Shakila the whole day events and also of her silent admirer or the one she quietly admired in her heart. Life went on for her. She saw life changing on the fast lane for her. From where she came and how she reached the Gulf was all one big change in her life. She was happy as she forgot about her past although at times whenever she sat back she would think of her childhood then her married life but smiled when it came to the present.

The Lass from Bangladesh - Part VI

2008-01-17T13:22:00.000+04:00

Mumtaz was as usual on her way to school one day when she came across this good looking man. His name was Naser. He was a new teacher in the same school that she was teaching; they got talking and sort of became friends. Naser was very curious to know more about Mumtaz but she kept aloof as once bitten twice shy. Naser father was a big business man and used to run a consultancy business. One day Mumtaz asked Naser what his father was doing and he said my father sends people to the Gulf to work, he arranges for visa and does all the formalities until they go to the Gulf. Now this idea sort of interested Mumtaz. She thought to herself since she had nobody left here only for her friend Shakila why not go to the Gulf and work as she had heard that there were lot of opportunities to work in the Gulf.

One day she approached Naser and asked to make an appointment with his father. So the next day was Sunday and so she went with Naser to his father office. His father saw her asked her why she wanted to go to the Gulf all of a sudden. Mumtaz told him that she did not have anyone left here and only a friend so wanted to see what was life in the Gulf. Her father told her that he would let her as soon as some good opportunity comes up and in the meantime she would have to make a passport for her. Luckily for Mumtaz an opportunity came sooner than she accepted. Her passport was ready and her visa too had come. She was sad to leave her best friend Shakila but promised to take her too once she was settled in the Gulf.

The next day she was ready at the airport to the board a flight going to Bahrain. She was happy, sad and excited. , as it was going to be a whole new beginning for her. Naser father told her not to worry and that someone from a school in Bahrain would come to pick her up at the airport and take her to her accommodation. She hugged and kissed Shakila her best friend and boarded the flight for Bahrain.She got a window seat and like a little child she looked out of the window to see the world pass by under her. She was in the clouds and she felt as she was in heaven. She suddenly felt as if she was going to heaven as all around was thick white clouds. She sighed a relief when suddenly she heard the big machine make a noise and heard the captain telling them all to fasten their seat belts as they were ready to disembark at Bahrain International Airport in a couple of minutes.

Mumtaz’s heart was beating fast and she was bit nervous. The plane came to a halt and all the passenger were alighting from the aircraft. She too alighted picked her baggage from the counter and went to the counter where her visa had to be stamped before she exited. All of a sudden from the glass she sees a big placard with her name on it. She waves at the man who is holding up the placard acknowledging her presence. She stamps her visa and goes to the man who is standing there. He greets her and he tells he is the driver of the school and has come to pick her up.

He put the baggage in the trunk of the car and she sat in the back seat. As the car started off she was like an excited child looking at the new place and world she has come to. She could see that all the women wore Abhaya’s and the men in Dishdasha’s. She found it a bit strange but she knew that in the Gulf the muslim were very strict where their clothing was concerned. She reached her accommodation a small flat. There she met her room-mate (Nina) also a teacher in the same school. Being the first day she did not get sleep and was alone in the room as her room mate had gone out. There was a TV, so she turned it on and was watching the news channel. She kept awake very late and then heard a click on the door – she was glad that finally her room mate came. They sat for a while and they deicded to call it a day as the next day would be another new big day for Mumtaz in a foreign country.

It was 6 am on her watch, so she woke up and found that her room mate was still asleep. She took a shower and was getting her clothes ready to go when her Nina woke up and asked her where she was going so early. Now Mumtaz did not realize that there was a two hour time difference, so it was actually on 4 am when Mumtaz woke. Mumtaz smiled at her. Nina went back to sleep as school began only at 9 am and there was a lot of time to get ready. Mumtaz took a back seat and just relaxed. She was thinking how her life is and thought of her lovely childhood days, then when she got married and now she is here. She thought of her friend Shakila, she missed her a lot already. So she grabbed a pen and thought that she would pen a few lines to her. She seemed to have been really lost in her writing and her thoughts about Shakila, when Nina wakes up from her sleep. It is 7:30 am, they both start getting ready to go to school. Nina tells her that a transport will come to pick them up by 8:30 am so they have enough time to have a quick breakfast. Nina briefs her about the school, its envoirnment and the students. Mumtaz is very happy and when they reach the school. The principal Mr. Patel comes to greet her. He takes her on tour of the school and shows her the class that she would be teaching. The children are very excited to see their new teacher and they greet her with a big “Good Morning Mam”.

The first day at school is only getting acquainted with the students and scanning their syllabus.

The Lass from Banglasdesh - Part III

2008-01-17T13:21:00.000+04:00

Now back to the city Mumtaz found work in a small school and used to teach the little children there. Her grandmother too passed away that week, she was sad that she too had gone but was happy that she had tended to her in her final moments.

Many proposals came for Mumtaz, but Mumtaz never wanted to get married she never wanted to part away from her uncle and aunty the only relatives that she had. Her uncle told her that she was a grown up lady now and she had to move ahead in life. He told her that they were getting old and did not know how long they would be able to look after her. He told her he wanted to see her happily married & settled in life before they both passed away. Mumtaz kind of agreed but very hesitatingly, she made a deal that she would marry on one condition that she would be able to live with them and care for them until they were alive. So the deal was done.

Mumtaz married Tahir one spring day. There was a big wedding reception and Mumtaz was looking very beautiful with the jewels that she wore that her mother had left back for her. She did miss her parents very much that day.

Tahir ran a small grocery store. He was a nice man and she was very happy with him. Her uncle gave her his house as her wedding gift and some jewellery from her aunty. Life went on, Mumtaz would go to teach at the little kindergarten and Tahir to his tore. Days and months passed that summer, her uncle passed away and in another month or two her aunty too passed away. Mumtaz was very sad as she had no one left in this world except her husband. Life went on. Tahir business grew and grew, he managed to buy two stores now and was becoming a big man. He told Mumtaz that she should stop working and stay home. Mumtaz was on her way to motherhood. She too thought it would be good idea as she was getting tired and soon the baby would come. So Mumtaz decided to stay home. It was September and one night Mumtaz felt pain and was screaming, she yelled for Tahir, he came running and then rushed her to the hospital. At the hospital they rushed her to the maternity ward; Tahir was very anxious and happy too. He had no relative himself as he too was an orphan and was brought up by a distant aunt who passed away when he was old enough to stand on his own feet.

The doctor came out of the Operation Theatre – Tahir ran up to him and asked the doctor – the doctor looked at him and said –sorry we could not save the baby but Mumtaz your wife is fine, she had some complications and the baby had actually passed away on the way to the hospital. Tahir was very sad, but glad that his wife was fine, he went inside the ward and sat beside. Mumtaz did not know what happened. She was sedated and deep in sleep. He just held her hands in his hand and stroked it. She stirred a bit and opened a eyes a bit. , she saw Tahir sitting next to her but fell asleep again.

In the evening when she regained consciousnesses she asked Tahir where the baby was. Tahir did not know what to do but explained to her that not to worry. He told her the child had passed away on the way to the hospital, she began to weep, and he consoled her and told her that they could have another baby, but he was glad that she was alive. They discharged her from the hospital and she came home. She was very sad as she had prepared a special crib for the baby but alas no baby. She asked Tahir to move the baby crib and all the décor that would remind her of the baby. She requested Tahir if she could go back to her teaching for which Tahir agreed as he knew if she stayed home she would suffer from depression. So in October Mumtaz goes back to her teaching and is very happy to be back with the kids.

It was Eid so there was a lot of preparations going on Tahir too were very busy with his store running with full business. Tahir started coming every day late from work and Mumtaz would be asleep by the time he got home as she to used to be tired after her teaching at the school. It was very strange although they lived in the same house and slept on the same beds life was different. Mumtaz hardly saw him or got to talk to him. Even on holidays he would spend his time at the stores that he owned. The next day was Eid and Mumtaz was busy cooking while Tahir walked in by midnight. She was glad to see him, but she found a strange look on his face. She asked him if he would like to eat but he said no and that he had already eaten and come. So he took a shower changed and went straight to bed. Mumtaz tried to talk to him and asked him if had invited any friends over for eid. She said that she had invited a few of friends from school and if he could join them all for the Eid celebrations. Tahir turned away and said no and that he was too busy. Mumtaz felt a bit hurt but just hid her emotions she did not want to feel sad on Eid day.

Eid day was very busy all her friends came over and they ate drank and chatted for hours together. One of her friends saw a picture of Tahir and her and said to “Mumtaz so that is you husband Tahir” she said yes with a blush on her face. But she found her face sort of different and she noticed a sneer on her friends face Shakila and asked her why that smile on her face. Shakila did not want to upset her and said nothing. But the next day Mumtaz got hold of Shakila and pulled her aside and asked her the same question. Shakila told her that she was not sure she should tell her but since she insisted she would tell her. They both met in a park after school and Shakila told her a story that would change Mumtaz’s life completely. She told her that he Tahir was having an affair with another lady by the name of Latifa and that Latifa was Shakila’s neighbour that is how when she saw the photo she was shocked.

That day was a dooms day for her, when she got back home very confused and rejected in life, she waited up to meet her husband, but he did not turn up. She fell asleep waiting for him. She waited a whole week but there was no sign of him. She had fallen sick due to depression and had stopped going t school. Shakila her friend came to visit her and told her that she would try to talk to her neighbor Latifa and tell her what was happening. So Mumtaz was kind of okay. She waited next day for Shakila to come. Shakila came to see her but with bad news that he Tahir had gone ahead and married Latifa a month ago. Mumtaz just fainted; her friend sprayed some water on her face and made her sit up. They two sat talking for hours – Mumtaz was very hurt but she wanted to know why Tahir married another lady and what was lacking in her that he found in Latifa. She nor Shakila could not come to any conclusion. Mumtaz and Shakila became very close friends. Mumtaz accepted Tahir being married again as in the muslim custom the man is married to marry again by just saying ‘Talak’Talak’Talak” thrice. (which mean divorce, divorce, divorce)

After a couple months she spotted Tahir he tried to avoid her but could not and so she confronted him, she asked him why he had left her for another, when he told her that he loved kids and wanted to have kids of his own, but learnt that Mumtaz would not be able to bear him anymore kids. She was shocked at what he told her. He told her he knew it the day they lost their baby at the hospital, the doctor had told him that Mumtaz would not be able to get pregnant again. From that day he had decided to find another wife. He told her he did not want to hurt as she was already going through so much in life. Mumtaz had nothing more to say. She left him standing there and went her way.

The Lass from Bangladesh - Part II

2008-01-17T13:17:00.000+04:00

It was a long and dusty way they had to change two buses before nightfall. They reached the next morning.

At the bus-stand her father washed her and freshened her up, they had some breakfast and went to the uncle house in a cycle rickshaw.
Her uncle was delighted to see them but sad that he had lost his sister-in-law. He hugged little Mumtaz and took her in. He gave her a doll to play and while she was busy Pasha related what happened in the past week. He then asked his brother if he would keep Mumtaz with him, his brother was very delighted ofcourse. But he was worried would Mumtaz stay without her parents. Pasha stayed with his brother for a few days while Mumtaz got accustomed to living with her uncle and aunty and one fine morning Pasha left back for the village. He was very sad to leave Mumtaz with him but knew that she would be well looked after by his brother. He kissed the little one while she was still asleep and left the little pouch what her mother had given and left.

It was a new day for Mumtaz when she woke up the next morning she never really missed her dad as she was kind of used to him and her uncle going to market. Her aunty gave her some breakfast and she went to play with her doll and the other children in the neighborhood. When evening came she missed not seeing her dad and asked her uncle where he was. He told her that he had gone back to the village but would return soon, she was happy with his answer and went back to her playing. She had a very long day so fell asleep early that night.

Mumtaz was admitted to the nearby government school, she was a very smart girl and stood always first in the class. Many of her friends would ask her where her parents were but she would always tell them that they were in her village and they would come to fetch her once her education was over. Mumtaz was growing up soon and tomorrow would be her thirteenth birthday. She was anxiously waiting for her dad to come.

Next day she woke up early in the morning wore her new dress that her uncle had bought for her and was waiting anxiously by the door for her parents to come. Her uncle had been to the market and on his way back had been to the post office. She saw him coming and ran to him and asked where and when her parents were coming. Her uncle had a slight smile on his face, but he just took her home and sat her down, then he told her that he needed to talk to her. He told her that she was a big girl now and it was time he spoke to her.

She was very confused but sat down impatiently for her uncle and aunty to come and talk to her. Her uncle held her hands in his and her aunty gave her the little pouch that her mother had given when she looked into the little pouch she was very happy to find some jewellery and money she asked them who gave it to her and they said explained to her that when she was 6 years old her mother had passed away, and she had left this pouch for her. She then asked for her dad not moving her eyes fro her uncle, he told her that last year that he too had passed away. She was very sad and sobbed. She asked why she was not told earlier about them. Her uncle explained to her that he had promised to keep it a secret until she was old enough to tell her about them. She sobbed and sobbed. Her uncle and aunty hugged her and let her cry. She then turned to her uncle and aunty and as if in gratitude she gave them a kiss each. They were very delighted and knew what that meant.

Today Mumtaz is 21 years old and beautiful damsel. She had finished her education and done a course on Montessori. Her uncle and aunty too were getting old, she was great help to them and loved them very dearly. That year she went to visit her village and looked back at her childhood. Her grandmother was very old & withered. She(grandmother) could not recognize her (Mumtaz), she just murmured something and smiled at her. Mumtaz felt sad and saw how frail she was, she asked her uncle if she could take her along with her to the city, her uncle agreed and together they all came back to the city.

The Lass from Bangladesh - Part I

2008-01-17T13:16:00.000+04:00

Bangladesh is a country situated on the Indian subcontinent in the southern Asia.
Bangladesh means “Land of the Bengali people”

They are famous for their hand crafted & woven goods.

Chittagong is another big city which is overpopulated. On its outskirt lived this small family. Muhammad Pasha, his wife Banu and daughter Mumtaz. MP would toil in the paddy fields while his wife worked on the woven goods. Little Mumntaz a toddler would tag along with her mother everywhere she went.

It was one of those days where Banu was really tired, she gave little Mumtaz some food to eat and went to take a nap. When Pasha came home he found his wife sleeping and when he tried to wake her up ,he found her body very hot and burning with fever, he saw little Mumtaz also asleep besides her, he picked up the little one and put her in her bed to sleep and then went out to call the local doctor. When the doctor came and checked on Banu he found that she was turning red and had very high fever. He advised Pasha that he should take his wife to the city hospital which about 10 miles from where they lived.

So quickly Pasha packed a few clothes and picked up little Mumtaz and together with his ailing wife they left for the city hospital. She was taken in an emergency. The doctor prescribed some medicines and told Pasha that she needs to be kept at the hospital under observation. So Pasha along with little Mumtaz waited in the hospital lobby. Pasha was very hungry and so was little Mumtaz so he went to the cafeteria outside the hospital to have some snacks. They both returned back, by now little mumtaz was getting sleepy and crying, she was asking for her mother. Pasha was getting worried and went to the ward to look upon his wife. He found her looking so pale and tired. He felt sad that she too had to work because his wages was not enough to look after the three of them and his old aged mother too who lived with them.

The doctor came out and told Pasha to go home and to leave his wife here and that she was very ill and needed lot of care and attention. He told Pasha that he hoped Banu would get better tomorrow so that he could take her home. So Pasha along with little Mumtaz returned back to their village on the outskirts of the city. Pasha took Mumtaz to his mother and she slept with her. Pasha was very worried as the doctor did not tell him what was really wrong with his wife; all that he told him was that she was really ill and needed a lot of rest. Pasha was restless the whole night, he woke up early next morning and instead of going to the field he went to the city to visit his ailing wife.

The doctor was waiting for him and he too was anxious to hear about his wife. The doctor asked him to sit down and offered him a hot cup of coffee. He asked him how many children he had. Pasha told the doctor that he had only one little daughter who was then 6 years old. The doctor asked Pasha who else lived him in his house, Pasha was confused why the doctor was asking so many questions but he answered him humbly. Now Pasha was getting very restless then asked the doctor “Doctor could you please tell me how is my wife Banu today?” Can I take her home? The doctor did not know what to say but with a hand on Pasha shoulders he took him to his wife. Banu looked liked she was asleep, but when Pasha went close to her he saw that she was no more. He began to sob loudly and hugged his wife. Then Pasha asked the doctor please tell me what happened to my wife. Why ?why? Did this have to happen to her. The doctor felt very sad but explained to Pasha that his wife was ailing from long time but maybe she has never told him. She knew they were very poor so could not afford to see the doctor. Pasha was hurt and broke down. The doctor told Pasha that his wife had died as the fever was very high and had gone to her brain and caused her a brain stroke and she passed away in the early hours of the morning.

Pasha was too shocked for words how could his wife left him alone to look after little Mumtaz, he was immensely hurt as he could not afford a doctor and that his wife had his her illness from him. Before he left the hospital with the body of his wife, the nurse came up to him and gave him a small bag – she said that his wife had regained a little consiouness and ws asking about her daughter and husband she then handed over the little pouch and told her that it was for her daughter. Pasha took the little pouch and and opened it in it her found a ring, a pair of earrings and a chain. , and some money which she had managed to collect when she was working.
He was very touched and cried and cried till he reached home.

His little daughter came running to him when she saw the big white vehicle stop in front of their house. His mother too was came out to greet the daughter-in-law but alas only to receive her dead body. The old lady began to weep loudly holding Mumtaz close to her chest; she (Mumtaz) did not know what was happening. A lot of neighbors came and Mumtaz was wondering why they were all fussing while her mother was asleep. Mumtaz was kind of excited to all of a sudden see so many people at her house, she ran out to the yard and began to play.

Banu was laid to rest that evening in the village cemetery. Pasha came home to a home where there was only his daughter and mother. He looked at her innocence and was wondering how would he be able to take care of her as his mother too was very old. He just held her in his arms and cried. Mumtaz asked the father a couple of times where her mother was but he could not explain to her and said to her that her mother was very ill and that God had taken her away to his house. She asked if her mother would come back for which he had no answer but tears rolled down his eyes. That night Pasha could not sleep he thought of his lovely hardworking wife and he lost her leaving their little daughter for him to look after. He was lost in his thoughts as to what his daughter’s future would be.

Pasha had a brother who lived in the city. He was married but never had any children. He worked in a silver factory. Whenever his brother came to visit them at the village he would always tease his brother and say “brother give me your daughter” I will look after her”. Now Pasha remembered these words and decided to take his daughter next day to the City. Little Mumtaz was very happy to go back to the city and that to her uncle’s house. She rose early in the morning. Her grandmother dressed her up and packed a little snack for her and some clothes. She bid her grandmother a farewell and she and her father left for the city of Dhaka.

An ode to the Kitchen

2008-01-17T13:12:00.000+04:00

K Keeping it prim and proper is our duty

I ideally ready for a place to cook

T trying to make the best special dishes

C catering to every hungry tummy needs

H home to the handsome/beaustiful CHEF

E enjoying creating new receipes

N never forgetting KTICHEN is the place for the hungry.

Why oh why

2008-01-08T21:04:00.000+04:00

Why do I keep going to him,
when he can give me no more,
why does he make false promises,

why why do I get hurt,
when I know he does not love
me anymore,
why do I keep running back
to him for more.

Why why does he play the fool
with me and hurt me more,

am I meant to be played around
and tossed like a toy?

Why why do tears fill my eyes,
when he fools me with his
false promises

Please oh please tell me
why do I love thee so much more!

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Love in the age of Technology

2007-11-19T07:42:00.001+04:00

On Parish Island off the cost of Virginia there is a company called Blue Chip. This company deals in all software and hardware and all things related to computers.

Several hundred of people work here. Among them is a software engineer Rohit, who iss very tall dark and handsome and about 30 years of age. He works in this company and was a very good worker. He does not talk much but is the idol for all the women that worked for Blue Chip.

Anna, was also a software engineering who has recently joined the company, she has come from Bangalore in India. She is a very friendly young lady. Since she was new she was taken around and was introduced to all the staff by her Manager.

Anna was introduced to Rohit as they were to make team and work together on a given project. She found him to be a very cool calm person. He spoke very less and worked very hard. Anna noticed that he rarely spoke to her unless required. It was one of those days when they had to work late. Anna was tired of constantly sitting at the computer so she wanted to take a break, she was hesitant to ask Rohit if he would like to join her, but she dared to ask him. Rohit agreed and so they both went down to the cafeteria to have some coffee and a short break.

Anna being the talkative one decided to break the silence, and so she asked him from where he was and how long he was working for Blue Chip. Rohit told her that he was actually from Delhi but was based here in Virginia for over a decade that his family too had settled here. Rohit then asked Anna about her, she told him that she was on a short term of three months and would go back to Bangalore after the project was over.

It was very late by the time they finished work for the day. Anna had to take a cab, but Rohit was driving his own car. Anna was hoping that Rohit would ask her to be dropped home, but he just said goodnight and left. Anna found him to be a very strange man, yet there was something about him that she liked.

Next day, was another day at work, too much to do and very little time. Time was running out they had only 15 days to finish the project. Almost every day they had to stay late and finish of the days work. There was many a time when she never knew certain things and Rohit would come to her aid.

The project was over and was time for Anna to leave. The entire office got together to bid Anna a farewell, but Rohit was missing. Anna looked a bit upset that he was not there, she asked around but no one knew where he was. Anna got into the taxi and went to the airport. When she reached the airport and was about to get off the taxi, she thought she saw Rohit, and so looked again and yes he was there standing and smiling at her. She did not how to react, but was happy in her heart that he had come to see her off. She wanted to ask him why he was not there at the farewell, but time was little and she had to check in. She found it very strange that he came to see her off. He waited at the counter while she checked in her baggage and picked her boarding pass. When she turned to look at him, she found him staring at her. She felt a bit uncomfortable, but did not show it.

Funny but they did not talk much – when suddenly it seemed they both spoke at the same time – he asked her if she would ever come back to Virginia, she told yes if she was given that opportunity. Then she heard her name being called to board the aircraft. She was about to say bye to him, when he brought his hand and gave her a small gift. He barely hugged her and let her go. She was dumfounded, there was something that they both wanted to say but could not at that moment, he waved to her as she went in.

Back in Bangalore, and at work, she could not concentrate that day at work. She turned her computer on and was checking her emails and the first mail was from Rohit. She was so excited that she opened to read what was written. All that Rohit said was that he missed her presence back here in the office and a friend to talk too. She was touched. They kept in touch through emails and chat and yeah must tell you the little gift that Rohit had given her was a lovely high tech mobile with all the latest accessories and a roaming one. They would speak for hours together. Nearly after six months of chatting, emails they realized that they were falling in love, but they were so far away and yet felt near when they were on chat, emails or on the mobile talking. Rohit had taught her so much in her field that she was an expert.

The next day as usual she was at work, but saw no emails from him not did he come online to chat with her, she even looked at the mobile and found that there was no missed calls too. She was kind of worried, and waited the whole morning. Luckily that day there was not much too, but she was worried and as the afternoon came she decide to call him, due to the time difference, she waited for noon to come. She dialed his number and when it got connected the voice on the other end said that this number is no longer working and has been disconnected. She was not very worried and it showed on her face. He colleagues too knew about her chat and email friend. They were also worried. She could not call the office as it was a holiday there. She was in tears now. It was 6 ‘o’clock and time to go home. All her friends were getting ready to go, she did not know what to do, she kept looking at her computer and hoping she was would see him on line or receive any message from him. She took her bag and was about to leave when the watchman said that there was someone to see her. She was taken back as she was’nt expecting anyone at that time, she asked her colleague if they had made any appointment for her, they too said no. Anyway she asked to watchman to make him sit in the meeting room and that she would be there in a minute. She kept her bag back on her desk and took her note pad and pen and went to see the visitor.

When she reached the meeting room., she could not say anything , she was shocked and wanted to scream with joy. It was Rohit . He had a big bunch of flowers for her. He had come to see her. She just went into his arms little realizing that all the staff were watching her. Suddenly it hit her; it was her birthday and he had come especially to wish her. She introduced him to all her friends and together they left the office. She told him how anxious he had made her by not calling her or writing to her. She told him how worried she was. He just smile at her and said that he wanted to surprise her. This was the best birthday gift that she had received for her birthday. Rohit was her life now, for they both planned to get married and she would fly back with to Virginia.

I Write

2007-08-12T16:21:00.000+04:00

Debra N
I write

We met as strangers,
then we fell in love,
was it too soon,
we parted and went our ways.

I was hurt, was he,
I never knew,
we get married,
same year, same month, same week,
but to another.

Life goes one,
and one day I see an
email from him,
my heart skips a beat,
I am angry, but I want to take revenge,
But can I do it , will I do it.

I learn,
he is still in my life
by his brother marrying,
another relative in my family.

Now he is back in my life,
seems he cannot forget me,
and nor can I ,
are we doing wrong.,
is this love?
Can anyone tell,
or this hate/love for each other!

To Him

2007-06-04T13:46:00.000+04:00

I remember the first time I met you
I never thought you'd be the one
Who'd take my heart away
I even thought you were bad & strange
But seems I've been wrong anyway

Then my feelings grew for you
I liked you, I did’nt even know why
Maybe because you're sweet
You knew how to care about me
When I was feeling lonely
You were there to let me feel your warmth

You knew what to say
When I was troubled and confused
you were able to see me
through my letters and
You wrote such sweet letters to me.

Now I loved you
And this feeling became deeper than I imagined
I wanted to tell you how much I love you
How much I care for you, how much I need you
But alas it was too late,
For your heart was already tied to hers

If, I was brave enough that time
to tell you all these before you met her
would something have changed?
Would you have loved me?
in just the way I love you.

But it was just another heartbreak? :)

Nisha and Anirudh - Part II

2007-05-29T10:50:00.000+04:00

They arrived in Switzerland early morning and went straight to be, due to the time difference, they suffered from a jet lag.

Later in the day when they woke up, they had a good brunch and went on a sight seeing spree. They spent a week there and had to return back to home base.

Back home in Shimla was a new beginning for them both. Ani had bought a beautiful house and had it all ready for his lady love. Two months passed by quicker than ever and Ani had to go back to his work. Nisha was not happy as she would have to be alone, but Ani promised to take her too once he went there.

That week was very busy one a lot of guest and relatives came for dinners, lunch etc as Ani was leaving and also to welcome the new couple. Nisha used to get very tired by the end of the day and would fall of a sleep lie a little baby. The next day early morning was his flight. Nisha was not a mood and did not feel like talking to anybody. Ani tried to console her and tell her that he promised to take her once he got there.

Since there was no direct flight from Shimla, Ani had to fly to Delhi and then to Bahrain. Nisha cried a lot at the airport, it was a sad sight to see. Nisha mom and sister and her in laws too had come to the airport. All were sad that Ani had to go back.

Back home Nisha just wanted to be alone, so she went back to an empty house and did not know what to do as she was really lonely and missing Ani very much. She turned the TV on and saw what she did not want to see. All flights to the Gulf country were delayed by a day, so which means that Ani would be stuck in Delhi for another day or two depending on the weather. She was hoping that she had at least gone with Ani to Delhi. Just then the phone rang. Nisha ran to the phone “of course it was none other than her Ani. He called to her that he was already missing her and that he would be staying in a hotel until he received information from the airport. They must have spoken for an hour. Ani told her that he would call her back once he checked in the hotel.

Nisha waited by the phone like a little girl waiting for her dad’s call. Nisha left the TV on to get the latest news. She must have been so tired that she fell asleep on the couch for when she woke up it was about 10:30pm, she woke up with a start, she was wondering if the phone had rang and if she had missed her Ani’s call. She was all confused. She went to the kitchen as she got a bit hungry, made herself a sandwich and glass of orange juice. She was getting impatient as they were no news from Ani, she did not know where he was staying or any number to contact him.

Nisha could not concentrate on anything, she did not want to call her in-laws too as it was too late. She changed the channel to a movie and sat watching the movie with no interest in it. By the time the movie got over it was way past midnight. Nisha was not sleepy as she seemed to have slept though the whole day. She got up and had a glass of water, and then went back to her bed hoping to catch a few winks before the morning came. She looked at the clock by her bedside, which said it was about 4 am in the morning. She dozed off to sleep only to be woken up to the ringing of the telephone. Nisha almost tripped and fell as she ran to the phone. She picked up the received and heard a hello on the line but could not recognize the voice, her hello in a sleepy voice. The voice on the other line asked if she was Nisha she said yes and asked who was speaking, she then said that she was calling from Bahrain and that she was the operator.
In a minute Ani came online to her delight. He was worried and asked her where she had been the previous night; she then realized that she had missed his call. She apologized and told me that she was watching TV and fell of to sleep and only woke up late night. He told her that he had to board the flight midnight and so now was calling her from his office in Bahrain. He told her that he too was missing her but that it would take a month to do all the paper work to bring her to Bahrain.

They would chat everyday on the phone and on the net. Then one day all a sudden she got a call from Ani telling her to get packed that she had to come to Bahrain. She was so delighted and happy. Nisha was to travel the next week, so she was busy preparing for her trip to the Gulf. One morning as usual she woke and felt nausea, she did not know what it was but was feeling very sick. She called her mom and her mom came to see her immediately. She told her mom that she had vomited and was getting giddy spells, for which her mother smiled and said to her that she was going to be a mother. , she told her that she was pregnant and that she had to see the doctor before she left for Bahrain. Nisha’ mother made an appointment with the family gynecologists. Nisha went to see the doctor the doctor took some tests and then told Nisha that she was on the way to motherhood but that she could not travel now and had to take bed rest.

Nisha was sad and happy too at the same time. She called up Ani to give him the good and the bad news. Ani told her to go and stay with his parents so that she could get help when needed. Ani was very excited that he was going to be a father, he told Nisha that not to worry and that he would take her as soon as the doctors tell her that she was fit for travel.

Two months passed by Nisha was getting bigger, but she needed a lot of rest, as her womb was very delicate and if she moved too much or carried anything heavy she would loose the baby. Since Nisha needed constant care she decided not to go to the Gulf the baby came.

Everyday Ani would call her and would enquire of her health. She was getting ready for the baby, as a matter of fact the whole house was very happy and excited and were preparing for the arrival of the baby. Her sister Anamica who was married before her had twins and she had comet o spend time with her mother. He mother was very excited as another baby was going to come. Nisha’s younger sister Rhea, was engaged and was to get married the following year.

One day early in the morning Nisha woke up with severe pains, the doctor was called for and she was rushed into emergency. Everyone was worried as it was not yet time for the baby to come, there was still a month to go. All were praying for her and the baby’s health. Ani too was informed and he too was worried. The doctors came out of the room and told her mother and in-laws that she was already getting labour pains and was taken into the Operation Theatre, after half an hour they could hear the cry of a little baby all were delighted to hear the little cry from the baby. Just then the doctor came out with the little baby in his arms and gave it to Nisha mother. It was a little boy. The doctor told them that Nisha is too exhausted and is resting, they had sedated her. The little was boy was then taken back to his little crib and kept under observation.

Ani was very happy to hear the good news but was waiting to talk to Nisha. After a couple of hours Nisha woke up, and looked around her and saw a little crib next to her, she tried to get up but could not move as she was keep on drips, she called for the nurse and they came to her immediately and showed her , the little boy. Nisha was so excited and asked if any of her family members were around. He mother was with her waiting in the waiting hall, the nurse called for her mother. A soon as she saw her mother the first thing she asked if Ani had been informed her mother said yes and that he had called a couple of times, but since she was sleeping they did not want to disturb her.

It was the evening of the ext day, she had many visitors besides her family members who had come to see her and the little boy. Nisha was to be discharged the next day. The next day was a big day Nisha held her son in her arms and was about to leave the hospital when she got a call saying that her sister Rhea had met with a tragic accident and was admitted in the same hospital but in a different ward.

Nisha was not allowed to see her, but her mother and other sister told her that Rhea was in intensive care and they pray that she comes out of danger. Nisha went home a little sad but happy as she had her son with her.

A lovely crib was set for the baby. Weeks passed and Rhea was still in ICU, she was hit by a car and had fractured ribs and hands.

The baby was turning a month and it was time for the naming ceremony, that day was set by the Hindu priest. Everyone was busy preparing for the day when she got a call from the hospital that Rhea was not out of danger and was transferred from ICU to the normal wards. She was very happy. And so was everyone at home. All were worried as Rhea was due to get married early next year.

Guests started arriving and to her big surprise a taxi pulled up at the entrance and she was so excited as it was Ani he gave her a surprise visit. All were so excited and there was so much of noise and commotion. Ani was thrilled to see his little boy. They name him Sagar. Sagar was the apple of everyone eyes especially his dad. The biggest surprise that Ani had given was that he had left his job in the Gulf and that he was starting his own business here in Shimla. The next day Ani, Nisha and little Sagar went to see Rhea who still in hospital and was recovering well. Rhea was delighted to see her nephew.

Sagar was now four months old toddler and kept Nisha and everyone very busy with his gurgles and cute smiles. Rhea was discharged from the hospital. She looked different as she had undergone many operations and had to walk with crutches for a month until she gained strength.

Ani was very busy with his business that he had set up in Shimla. He was doing very well. Everyday when he came home he would take little Sagar out for drive and Sagar would get excited to see all the lights on the streets, he was getting bigger and bigger.
His first birthday was coming very soon. Ani planned a big party for his son’s first birthday.

A day after Sagar’s birthday little Sagar was looking at a Photo Album, he was thrilled to see all his birthday pictures. Then he came upon a picture of a little boy and girl which caught his eyes. He asked his mum who they were – she smiled and him and told him that it was his dad and her when they were small.

Time went by now Sagar a little lad all set to go to school. Nisha also decided to take up a job and Anirudh was busy with his business, it had grown in twofold ever since it began.

Nisha and Anirudh Part 1 - Short Story

2007-05-29T10:48:00.000+04:00

Nisha and Anirudh were childhood friends. They were both born and brought up in Simla. It is a very beautiful place to the North of India. They were neighbors and always went to school, studied and played together. Their families always got together on weekends and even went on holidays together.

Time flew by they both finished school and joined college, but their streams were different. He chose to join Commerce while she joined Arts. They did from time to time meet when on a day off.

Life changed, Nisha lost her dad and she now had more responsibility, she was the eldest of the four children and she decided to do Night College and work in the day. It was very hard for them as the younger sibling were still in school and college. Her mother was always a housewife and so could not go to work, but she would sit and at home and do some tailoring work that she would get from time to time. They had move from their house to a smaller place, she was sad to bid farewell to her neighbors and all her friends whom she had grown up. She has missed Anirudh that day when they were leaving as he was in college. They moved back to her mother place in Ooty. She joined another night college and in the day time she found work at a Modeling Agency. She used to work as a PA to the General Manager. It was about 5 years since Nisha was working, she had passed her college with honors, and she wanted to pursue her career further but decided to take up a proper job instead. Her younger sister and brother who were twins passed school and were now in college. The last was in her final year of school.

On the other hand Anirudh had left Simla and had gone to Bahrain to work. He was now the Business Development Manager of a big IT firm in Bahrain. He often used to visit his family back home, he was the only son, and whenever he came home he would always ask his parents if they had heard from Nisha or her family. All that his parents said was they had lost touch with them and did not have any address for them; they knew that there were in Ooty.

Back in Bahrain he used to be a very busy man and very rarely had time for anyone other than his work.

Many years went by, Nisha was promoted to the position of a General Manager, her younger siblings were now all grown ups and were working. Her mother was getting very old and was always worried and was after Nisha to get married but Nisha always put it back, she would always find her excuse. Nisha twins got married latter that year. She was very happy as the twin brother and sister got married to another set of brother and sister. Her younger sister was left but she was graduating that year and had to study a lot and also look after her mother. Since Nisha was promoted she had moved to Bombay and was very busy with her work, she was given an opportunity to go abroad but refused due to her old ailing mother., who was back home in Ooty then.

Though she missed her family and friends her sense of fulfillment in her workplace and in her career made up for it. He younger sister that year completed her graduation and took up a job in Ooty itself. It was the festival of Divali, so Nisha went home, her mother and sister were very happy to see her. They planned to Simla that holiday just to meet all their old friends. They left the next morning for Simla and booked themselves into a hotel. They then went to meet their old neighbors there was so much of excitement and chattering as everyone was happy to see Nisha and her family. While they were busy talking Anirudh mother asked Nisha if she was married and she with a blush say no. Nisha asked about Ani and was told that he was in the Gulf and that he was expected to come down this week.

While Nisha went o meet her other friends both the parents got talking and Ani mother asked if she would get Nisha married to Ani. Nisha mother was very happy as she knew him a little child, but said to them why you don’t ask Nisha herself. Then they decided to wait for Ani to come and they could ask her hand then.

Next day they were invited for lunch so she, her mother and sister went for lunch to Ani place. When she entered in the house all of a sudden there was a kind of pin drop silence and all were staring at her, she saw a young handsome man just staring into her face. He came and said hell to her, she was surprised as she did not recognize him, his mother told Nisha how could you have forgotten your childhood friend, for which Nisha was shocked and with a big expression on her face just hugged him like old times. Everyone was watching them, they then sat had lunch and then talking and talking for hours and hours together. Nisha and Ani had so much catching up to do, so they both decided to meet again the next day. Nisha told him that she was staying at the Hilton.

Next morning Ani came to the hotel to pick her up. They went for a long drive and had so much to talk about their college life, their work and the present. Suddenly they both felt silent for a moment as they both asked each other the same question, both asked one another if they were married and out came the answer no. She asked Ani why he had not yet married and he told her that he had fallen in love with a girl since long time but that girl had left the place and had gone, he never knew her whereabouts and so was waiting for her to come back some day. She was very curious and asked him who that girl was. For which Ani asked her why she had not married yet, she then told him that she had to look after her younger siblings and never really thought about marriage since she was so buy with her work and home, her life was the same routine like before.
She again asked Ani who the girl was then Ani told her after a long time that it was her; she was shocked but never knew that he was in love with her as they were childhood friends. Before she could say anything he asked her hand in marriage. Nisha was speechless, and was blushing but shyly said yes.

That day was the best day for Ani and it was Divali and so the celebrations were grander. Ani told his parents they were very happy and so was Nisha’s mother, the next week Nisha had to leave so they decided to get engaged before she left. The marriage for planned for the next month, as Ani had come on a long leave, but Nisha had to back to apply for more leave. Next day were big celebrations and all their old friend from college and new friends had come for the engagement.

Next day Nisha and her mother and sister left for Ooty. Ani and family had gone to drop them of at the airport.

Now back at Ooty Nisha was exhausted but there was so much to do and so little time. Her mother was very happy and was very busy with the wedding preparations.

The following week went very fast. Nisha resigned from her job, her sister too resigned from her job, they sold everything that they had and were ready to move to Shimla.

Nisha was anxious and nervous too at the same time. Life was going to be different for her now. They arrived early in the morning and Ani was there to receive her at the airport. The house was ready for them, all the preparations to move into their new house was done by Ani. She was very happy. He left them at home and went back as he had a lot of work to do. The day was a very busy one for all of them, guests started pouring in from different places, and she and her sister along with their mother had gone to distribute the invites to her wedding.

It was henna (Medhi night) there was lot of singing, dancing and the bride be adorned with henna. She looked very pretty in a green shalu sari. Ani house too was a very busy one; he had his celebrations of a Bachelor’s night. The next day at 10:00 am was scheduled for the Muharat. The wedding procession had commenced the bridegroom party had come to pick her up and take her to the hall where the wedding ceremony was going to take place. There were about a thousand guests. Nisha was dressed beautifully in a red sari and adorned with flowers and lot of jewellery. The Muharat began sharp at 10:00 am. The nuptials got over in an hours time and all the guests were there ready to greet the newly wed.

It was late night by the time all the guests’ left, early next morning Ani and Nisha were leaving for Switzerland for their honeymoon. They bid everyone a good bye and went to their room.

Creative ADD on

2007-05-27T12:50:00.000+04:00

The Cat was big..
His whiskers were like Twigs,
I thought and I thought and I thought in vain,
And then I let the cat go in the lane.

It scared the folks living there
for they ran helter skelter,
bumping into everything that came their way.
Alas, he was not after the folks,
but after his master who let him loose.
Bark and a yap
that what he does
the whole day long
Frighten's every stranger
that passes along.
He is but a lovely pal
with little kids
and an eye for the blind
but above all
my best friend
and my bodyguard.

You missing mommy,
and I am missing him.
Lets get together and chat
and forget our loved
ones while they are far away.

Turn on the music,
get the gin and the vodka,
call up a friend
and make the best of your weekend
Happy weekend!

Creative ADD On

2007-05-27T12:48:00.000+04:00

Glad this thread has come back
to life
Better be warned Asha Don
is after you to write
So back on line everyone
and continue this thread!

Ice cream you scream
Ice cream we all scream
for a bowl of mango Ice cream
for bowl of pista Ice cream
or for a Bottle of chilled beer!
On this hot summer's day.

You dont need HAzmola
whatever that is
Ice cream before or after
is welcome on a hot
summer's day.

A cool one here
and cool one there
a cool one everywhere
Everyone is chilling
out - in the pool over there.
Beer beer beer please
Its the call for beer
and no more ice creams
for ice creams melt
and only remains vapour
for hot is the air
and hot is the month
so come one folks
lets chill out
and have a nice cold
one
Hic Hic hic

OOps!
Ma and Pa sat in a car
And went to the bar
They drank from a jar
Then got back into their car
And drove to the park
They sat in the dark
And were lost in the park
Only to be woken next morning
With the singing of the Lark!

Creative ADD on

2007-05-27T12:45:00.000+04:00

Anu if the wheels are turning around
Hurry dont let it stop
for if you do
This thread will stop
And no more wheels turning around

T'was birthday time
so Anu forgot
that her wheels were turning around
Enough of cake and wine
Music and dancing - and
Come back to this thread

That is what is left to do
You and me enjoy this thread
With a bottle if Fizz
And corn on the cob
I am continuing on this thread

Seems all are asleep
Or lazing on the bed
As its sunday afternoon - and
to early to play
on this thread.
So, early did I wake the
dead from sleep or the lazy
You sound so sad and dejected
You are home sick
so get back to base
And bring the smile back on your face.

We'll take it from there
As there is too many mixers happening
On Nukkad these days
Too much of wine and dine
And all people's a knockout
the next day!

Creative ADD on

2007-05-27T12:42:00.000+04:00

There'll be more than just dancing
There'll be laughing and prancing
And eating and drinking
And back pats and winking

Yeah! there will be romancing too!
As Love is sailing in the air
You and me will be there
For the weather is fair
And love and music in the everywhere.

The colored paper is bought
And the kite is made
But whose gonna fly it first
As there's dust storm coming up.

Lets make a hot air balloon
instead
So you can fly in that balloon
Against the dust storm
and dusty air.
Until one finds a better suggestion for you and me
Lets take to the sea
Sail away on a cruise
Into the Arabian sea
You and me and all folks on Nukkad

A big liner will it be
The cost has to be free
For we'll find a big Don here
And make him sponsor our trip for all
to be free
The trip sure sounds like fun
Cmon,Cmon, where are you Don?
Wanna get away from this soaring Sun
Now,be sweet and stop being such a CON ;)

Yeah Aarti get on the phone
And wake up the Don to this thread
Tell him peepals are waiting
For the answer to their trip

Ask Anu to join in the pun
Wake up everybody to this thread
Work up your grey cells folks
If you want to win a trip.

Welcome aboard the liner Asha
Your on the guest list
Inez, Don,where are you
Come quickly before the liner
sails away again
to another port to another country.

Aren't we missing more of the folks
Where are Vijay's, Anu's,
More the crowd more the merrier
Hurry all, lest we all get left out.
Lets do that Inez and
Get back to our Kitchen
The way to a man's heart
is the woman food and her kitchen
So lets get busy in improving
Our culinary skills
and put an end to their Cricketing skills

Creative ADD on

2007-05-27T12:40:00.000+04:00

Dining is not the time,
For there is party.....ing
Happening everywhere
Lets join the gang
And make the best of everything there!

Pull Inez in to the party,
Swirl to the music, dance.
Names in the gang matched to faces,
We greet faces calling thier names, smiling.

Come Asha let's you and I dance
Lets dance the rumba,the samba or the tap
Let have fun and frolic
And wake all the crowd up tonite!

Creative ADD on

2007-05-27T12:38:00.000+04:00

Yes back online is where we are
To spend good times with friends afar
But when the Bell of Duty rings
We must log off and see to things :(

But Nukkad is such a place
that when you have a couple of minutes
You come back to spend that time here
and keep in touch with the folks on line

So folks lets make the best of this
time we have on Nukkad
Enjoy every moment we spend
By making more firends and
lesser enemies
Lets together make a chain of Friendship.

Come folks
join me on the Ship of Nukkad
And sail on the sea of Friendship
Lets together dock on the shore of
enemies if any
And make them all friends of Nukkad.

The friendship wand I can see from afar
Lets welcome the ship as they dock
The welcome band is ready & champagne a flow
Hurry folks,
Its happy moment for you and me !

Lapsi gets more but when he
see the champagne, he say no more
to Rhea
The folks are busy ashore
Eating and drinking
and having fun galore.
As long as Inez there
there will more fizz
The City of gold is all a buzz
With V twins arrivals
and all the Fuzz (ss)

Creative ADD on

2007-05-27T12:37:00.000+04:00

But soon my eyes begin to tear
It's the truck's exhaust I do fear
I thought they'd make good morning friends
But this is where my story ebds

The highways too busy
For a friend in need
Its a foggy morning
So lets keep our eyes on the road
Ahead,
for there are friends waiting for you on
Nukkad.

Nukkad I reached in time
To have a lovely cup of coffee
And chat with the friends on line
Got the latest gossip - that
Don, Inez,Asha are back on line

Creative ADD on

2007-05-27T12:35:00.000+04:00

I am waiting for you,
Please come back to me
Or I will fade away
Like the colour on the wall.,
Like the flowers in the vase.
Come back, oh come back to me and brighten my day.

dont tell me that because of work
you have forgotten me
that I am second thoughts for you
you assured me that I am the only one for you
And that you will never let me down.

You are the only one my dear
But we must eat as well
I'd like to see much more of you
But the Boss will give me Hell!

And if the Boss gives me hell,
It's not good for me
As I would out of job
And that is real hell

So come dear, bear with me
Tomorrow is another day
And we will surely meet
Like we do every Sunday.

Creative ADD on -

2007-05-27T12:33:00.000+04:00

So thank you my Love for being there,
For supporting me, my life
I'll do the same for you, you know,
YOUR LOVE, is the ultimate.

I have found a true love in you
Cos’ life without you dear friend
is a life of emptiness!
Its like a boat without a sail
and a day without the night

I remember the day you said good-bye
I laid my head on my pillow and cried
left all alone again left in the dark
my only friend
its really something this love I have for you
is never ending

Creative ADD on - continued

2007-05-27T12:31:00.000+04:00

I maybe an Amateur
In writing a verse or two
But in a language of my own
I’d like to get the message across
Some may like it ,and some may contradict it,
But as long as I can get the message across
It makes no big difference to me.

A stranger you were once.
There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,
your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares,
someone who's there through your good times and tears,
who stays by your side as your friend through the years

A Stranger as A friend?

2007-05-21T11:22:00.000+04:00

People ask me often,
"How can you be friends
with someone you've never met?"

I tell them,
" You've never been online I am sure!"

It's something people offline will never understand.
You open up your heart to friendship
with your fingers typing away fast.

It's a world full friendship at your finger tips,
there is so much online,and
it only takes a heart to reach people
with your touch.

First you start out online, surfing all around.
Next thing you know a great friend will be found.

You will chat a lot and surf a lot.
Soon it will be your second home,
a comforting, and special place.

You will find a
Friend to share your dreams and your tears
and to help each other wipe away life's fears.

You will share life together
and help each other along
You will make it through bad weather
because friendship is so strong.

No matter how far apart you go,
your keyboards will keep you together,
and in your heart you will know
you don't need a face to be a true friend forever.

So, How do you explain this to people
who've never been online?
I guess it takes a gesture of friendship
& a little bit of time & effort.

So let's start by keeping in touch
and passing our special touch.
A smile, a website, a gesture starts it all
becoming friends doesn't take much.

:)

The Rain

2007-05-16T13:18:00.000+04:00

As the hot May winds blows through my hair,
Its sends a chill down my spine,
Leaves fall from the trees,
and the wind comes with heavy dark clouds

I see dark clouds,
and a gray sky
then a streak of lightening,
followed by
thunder clashes,
as lightening flashes
a storm rolls in,

The gentle cadence of falling rain
Its soft pelt splashing
upon the window pane
makes my heart miss a beat.

The golden sun is hidden away
with the gray clouds,
the rain falls on the earth,
like cyrstals falling from heaven above.

Making the earth so wet,
and the earth smelling so sweet.
Everything around turns wet and cold
And yet the rain is welcome on this
hot summers day!

Missing Him

2007-05-14T09:18:00.000+04:00

Its been a few days since he's gone

And I have already begun to miss him

As I sit by window and watch the sun setting,

My mind begins to wander

Of the lovely days that we spent together on chat

I miss him every single day

Why is this happenig to me!

I find no interest in my day to day work
Is this called infactuation!

He is only a friend to me

Is it because we share the most intimate chats,

Is it because we share our lifes on chat,

His absence is driving me crazy

Can anyone tell me why?

He told me that she is aware.

That we are chatting and does not care

He wants us to stay friends forever

He's been happy being friends....till now

Love is A movement

2007-05-03T12:54:00.000+04:00

I found my old scrap book and in it dated 27/01/1990 I had written:

Love is movement
In which you have a Master menu
Every move you make and step you take
Enters the stock file of your life।
You stock file all the movements
And then one day analyse its mistake
You correct & delete every fault,
and then when the bad times over
You let your love friend te another
Option of friend pice from your life।
Once again you accept a new life
And when finally all ifriend well
You end that movement of your Love life,
by joining together in Holy Matrimony
And another new movemnt if your
Love Life has begun।

Blessed are they that join together in holy matrimony!

I write

I write

2007-05-03T12:52:00.000+04:00

True poets don't write their thoughts with a pen,
They release the ink that फ्लोव्स
From within their heart।

Amen!

I write

I write

2007-05-03T12:49:00.001+04:00

You know how people say that someone is lucky in love?
Well i feel like I'm lucky in Frienship for
I have found you my friend

I write
It means a lot to have a friend like you
You have become apart of my life
I feel so comfortable when
I am with you & the times we share are a delight
& I know, no matter what,
I can always count on you my Friend

I write

I write

2007-05-03T12:49:00.000+04:00

2007-05-03T12:46:00.000+04:00

Creative - ADD on's

2007-05-02T10:48:00.000+04:00

Rhyme, i see has become the name

Ff this post,that has become quite a game

Now,now,dont give me no excuses

For i know if you try, you can add to the juices

Cmon now,stop prancing about,

i know u aint so tame

I maybe an Amateur

In writing a verse or two

But in a language of my own

I’d like to get the message across

Some may like it ,

and some may contradict it,

But as long as I can get the message across

It makes no big difference to me

The message is clear, as clear as ice

and now's my turn to add some spice

and turn it away from bricks & bats

It's valentines day, let's tip our hats

to all the wonderful ladies out

hereand everyone else we hold so dearA stranger you were once।

There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,

your laughter, your secrets,

your wishes and cares,

someone who's there through your good times and tears,

who stays by your side as your friend through the years

Creative - ADD on's

2007-05-02T10:46:00.000+04:00

Come out of hiding from under your beds

For fellow Nukkadites seldom lose their heads

They just talk more than chew

Confused most times with their points of view

There will be no outburst of words or cries

No slapping of fingers just people going crazy

Not knowing what to write or to say

And confuse the other writers all the way :)

Creative - ADD on's

2007-05-02T10:43:00.000+04:00

Methinks there's something going on

Of which I understand none

So with hand on

head am hiding under the bed

Till the storm or tempest is gone

And when the tempest is gone

I'll come out from underground

To see what is happening

And the cause of this destruction

Love around Technology

2007-04-25T12:32:00.000+04:00

Love in the age of Technology

On Parish Island off the cost of Virginia there is a company called Blue Chip. This company deals in all software and hardware and all things related to computers.

Several hundred of people work here. Among them is a software engineer Rohit, who iss very tall dark and handsome and about 30 years of age. He works in this company and was a very good worker. He does not talk much but is the idol for all the women that worked for Blue Chip.

Anna, was also a software engineering who has recently joined the company, she has come from Bangalore in India. She is a very friendly young lady. Since she was new she was taken around and was introduced to all the staff by her Manager.

Anna was introduced to Rohit as they were to make team and work together on a given project. She found him to be a very cool calm person. He spoke very less and worked very hard. Anna noticed that he rarely spoke to her unless required. It was one of those days when they had to work late. Anna was tired of constantly sitting at the computer so she wanted to take a break, she was hesitant to ask Rohit if he would like to join her, but she dared to ask him. Rohit agreed and so they both went down to the cafeteria to have some coffee and a short break.

Anna being the talkative one decided to break the silence, and so she asked him from where he was and how long he was working for Blue Chip. Rohit told her that he was actually from Delhi but was based here in Virginia for over a decade that his family too had settled here. Rohit then asked Anna about her, she told him that she was on a short term of three months and would go back to Bangalore after the project was over.

It was very late by the time they finished work for the day. Anna had to take a cab, but Rohit was driving his own car. Anna was hoping that Rohit would ask her to be dropped home, but he just said goodnight and left. Anna found him to be a very strange man, yet there was something about him that she liked.

Next day, was another day at work, too much to do and very little time. Time was running out they had only 15 days to finish the project. Almost every day they had to stay late and finish of the days work. There was many a time when she never knew certain things and Rohit would come to her aid.

The project was over and was time for Anna to leave. The entire office got together to bid Anna a farewell, but Rohit was missing. Anna looked a bit upset that he was not there, she asked around but no one knew where he was. Anna got into the taxi and went to the airport. When she reached the airport and was about to get off the taxi, she thought she saw Rohit, and so looked again and yes he was there standing and smiling at her. She did not how to react, but was happy in her heart that he had come to see her off. She wanted to ask him why he was not there at the farewell, but time was little and she had to check in. She found it very strange that he came to see her off. He waited at the counter while she checked in her baggage and picked her boarding pass. When she turned to look at him, she found him staring at her. She felt a bit uncomfortable, but did not show it.

Funny but they did not talk much – when suddenly it seemed they both spoke at the same time – he asked her if she would ever come back to Virginia, she told yes if she was given that opportunity. Then she heard her name being called to board the aircraft. She was about to say bye to him, when he brought his hand and gave her a small gift. He barely hugged her and let her go. She was dumfounded, there was something that they both wanted to say but could not at that moment, he waved to her as she went in.

Back in Bangalore, and at work, she could not concentrate that day at work. She turned her computer on and was checking her emails and the first mail was from Rohit. She was so excited that she opened to read what was written. All that Rohit said was that he missed her presence back here in the office and a friend to talk too. She was touched. They kept in touch through emails and chat and yeah must tell you the little gift that Rohit had given her was a lovely high tech mobile with all the latest accessories and a roaming one. They would speak for hours together. Nearly after six months of chatting, emails they realized that they were falling in love, but they were so far away and yet felt near when they were on chat, emails or on the mobile talking. Rohit had taught her so much in her field that she was an expert.

The next day as usual she was at work, but saw no emails from him not did he come online to chat with her, she even looked at the mobile and found that there was no missed calls too. She was kind of worried, and waited the whole morning. Luckily that day there was not much too, but she was worried and as the afternoon came she decide to call him, due to the time difference, she waited for noon to come. She dialed his number and when it got connected the voice on the other end said that this number is no longer working and has been disconnected. She was not very worried and it showed on her face. He colleagues too knew about her chat and email friend. They were also worried. She could not call the office as it was a holiday there. She was in tears now. It was 6 ‘o’clock and time to go home. All her friends were getting ready to go, she did not know what to do, she kept looking at her computer and hoping she was would see him on line or receive any message from him. She took her bag and was about to leave when the watchman said that there was someone to see her. She was taken back as she was’nt expecting anyone at that time, she asked her colleague if they had made any appointment for her, they too said no. Anyway she asked to watchman to make him sit in the meeting room and that she would be there in a minute. She kept her bag back on her desk and took her note pad and pen and went to see the visitor.

When she reached the meeting room., she could not say anything , she was shocked and wanted to scream with joy. It was Rohit . He had a big bunch of flowers for her. He had come to see her. She just went into his arms little realizing that all the staff were watching her. Suddenly it hit her; it was her birthday and he had come especially to wish her. She introduced him to all her friends and together they left the office. She told him how anxious he had made her by not calling her or writing to her. She told him how worried she was. He just smile at her and said that he wanted to surprise her. This was the best birthday gift that she had received for her birthday. Rohit was her life now, for they both planned to get married and she would fly back with to Virginia.

I write

2007-04-18T15:39:00.000+04:00

I have got a cold
I have got a flu
I have got a runny nose
And dont know what to do
I feel sickand my body feels limp
I am tiredand my head seems sore
I just want to go to sleep
But before I do
thatI just want to Write

I write

2007-04-18T15:32:00.000+04:00

May your FROWN emerge into a sweet SMILE
may you see better days than these
may all your dreams come true
may you see that at theend of the tunnel the
re is a big bright light
every dark cloud has surely a silver lining
and every bad day has its end
I write

The streets are crowded
and hawkers everywhere
There's dust and smoke in the air
as the men smoke their cigrattes away
I am suffocated as
I walk downthese busy streets
I take a breath and
I write

Children playing the garden and
yelling everywhere
Women sit by the benches
and its gossip there
A lonely child comes upto me and
asked me what do you write
and

I just smiled at him and
said
I write

I looked at the innocence in his eyes
he seemed so lost in this world
I asked him from where he came from
he smiled at me and
saidI dont know।
He took the pen from my hand
and said to me
I also would like toWrite

।

I write

2007-04-11T10:04:00.000+04:00

Yesterday I got a message
to say he was in love with me
Why are you making fun,
Stop fooling I said
and take life seriously।

I cannot take it again
You hurt me once
And will not accept your love again
I have shed enough tears
And can shed no more

I want to live my life my way
Please lets just stay friends
But dont say you are in love with me again।

I hurt, I want to cry
But I said no more tears now
for

I write

I Write

2007-04-09T16:36:00.000+04:00

If you are lonely and blue
find a friend who will be with you
forever & true
I write

I met him today so handsome & cool
Yet behind those glasses
there was a devil in him instead

I write

I maybe an amatuer in writing
but when I write
I make sure only you can understand what
I write।
That's what I did,
I could not find a true friend
As true as the pen and paper
But now its my computer and keyboard who are my friends

I dont know what
to say
Just feeling lonely and blue
So I long onto Nukkad and found this thread
to express my thoughts and feelings
and make sure what
I write
is read!

I Write

2007-04-09T16:21:00.000+04:00

The flowers stood in a vase on my table,
looking so colourful and smelling so sweet
that
I wanted to write about them
I write
I woke this morning smiling
अस
I saw my love sleeping so peacefully besides me
He looked cool and calmand
I felt the urge to writeabout him so
I write

There was a dust stormand then came the thunder and lightening
Down came the rainsplitter splatter acrossmy window pane
I had nothing to do but wirte about the rain
I write

Time passes
Life happens।
Distance separates।Children grow up।
Jobs come and go।Love waxes and wanes।
Men don't do what they're supposed to do।
Hearts break,
Colleagues forget favors
Careers end

I write

I wirte
Men get offenedsooner than ever
But hey wont show ituntil their pride is hurt
I write

A girlfriend is never
farther away than needing her
। write

When you have to walk that lonesome valley
and you have to walk it by yourself,
the women in your life will be on the valley's rim,
cheering you on, praying for you,
pulling for you,
intervening on your behalf,
and waiting with open arms at the valley's end।
Sometimes,
they will even break the rules and walk beside you,
or come in and carry you out।
I write

I pray to God to give me wisdom
to understand him,
To give me love to forgive him,
To give me patience to understand his actions
And prayed God,
dont give me strength for if you did
I would brerak his neck!
I write

Lack of sensibility as the darkness surrounds
Visions of destrution runs into actions
I write

Into each life a little rain will fall,
but if you have a friend,
you can bear it all,
for a friend is an umbrella,
to hold above your head,
and help you think about,
the sunny days instead।

I write

A Woman

2007-04-03T12:25:00.000+04:00

Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don't do what they're supposed to do.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.
BUT - Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles
are between you. A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her.
When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by
yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering
you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf,
and waiting with open arms at the valley's end.
Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you, or
come in and carry you out.
Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters,
sisters-in-law, mothers, grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins and
extended family all bless our life.
When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the
incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead, nor did we know how much we
would need each other.
Every day, we need each other still.

I write

2007-03-26T13:00:00.000+04:00

I have fallen in love
But I want to make sure its all so true
I dont want to live alone
I need you to prove it to me
Since you came back to me
I need you to

Write

Like I write

I write
to you every day
and put the paper away
afraid you throw it away
when you see it
for am not sure
if you really love me !

I sit back and think
Did I make a mistake of loving you
Did I make mistake of waiting for you
I am lost in this world of blues
I was happy when you came back
into mylife

I smiled and the world smiled at me
I cried but the world laughed at me
They said go out - its wide world out there
Yet I loved you and waited for you
But alas I learnt now that its of no use
The wait, the love is all a waste
So I do now is to
Write

I wirte about the past
I write about the present
I write about the future
I write whatever comes to my mind
But now all I do is when
I think of you is to
Write

I write
Because I cannot hide
myfeelings so true
I write cos' I am feelingso blue
I write cos' my love for you
was so true

I write
Because I am hurt
Because I want to cry
Because you have left me for another

I writeTo wish you luck with the other
To wish her luck too
To wish you both luck

I sigh as
I write

Missing Him

2007-03-25T11:01:00.001+04:00

Its been a few days since he's gone
And I have already begun to miss him
As I sit by window and watch the sun setting,
My mind begins to wander
Of the lovely days that we spent together on chat
I miss him every single day .

Why is this happenig to me!
I find no interest in my day to day work.
Is this called infactuation!
He is only a friend to me.
Is it because we share the mostintimate chats,
Is it because we share our lifes on chat,
His absence is driving me crazy.

Can anyone tell me why?
He told me that she is aware,
That we are chatting and does not care.
He wants us to stay friends forever
He's been happy being friends....till now

2007-03-25T11:01:00.000+04:00

I write -

2007-03-25T10:39:00.000+04:00

She showed me how to hold the pen
And taught me my first words so
I write

You said I will never leave you,for another -
but you did
I am lonely and broken hearted,
And stand speechless all alone - so
I'll write

And when my heart breaks
I cry
When no shoulder to cry on
With my tears
I write

My imaginations run wild
Have no control on it
So
I write

Pick up the newspaper to read
But find it better to reply So
I write

The phone rings
I dont want to answer
I'm totally lost,Coz,
I write.

Thank you BWM
I accept what you say So
I write

I opened the dictionary to find a word
I found it - so
I write

The days work is over
My mind is rid of work So
I write

The weekend is here
Feel like partying
But dont want to miss the thread so
I write

Have a nice weekend
But dont forget this thread
Come back to thread and say So
I write

Back from the long weekend
dont know where to start
Then I remember so
I comeback to this lovely thread and
I write

I have work to do
And memos to send
I have lots of work to do
but before all that
I write

A break away from home

2007-03-22T16:29:00.000+04:00

We were just friends, he said hey since you and I needed this break then why don’t we go away together. It was then we decided we needed a break away from home. , but where to go what to do and whom shall we go with came the next question. We both asked each other at the same time “Why don’t we go together”?So we decided to go up north where there is a lovely place with the river flowing and the mountain in the back drop was just the place we would like to be. So the next weekend off we went, he drove me as I don’t drive. It was a two hour drive so we started early in the morning so that we don’t get too much sun and could reach the place by mid morning. We were rather quite and guess each lost in our own world. But all of a sudden he turned to me and said hey what are you thinking and it was that instant when I too turned and asked him the same question. Funny but we both smiled at one another and said nothing. We spoke for sometime and again the silence fell and we were again lost in our thoughts. It was an hour since we were driving. Since he had to fill up on gas we took a short break. Then after we finished with the Gas station we just pulled up the car to the side of the road and got out the car to stretch for a while, here the view was amazing, we could already see the mountains the air seemed too smell so sweet and there was this cold draft of wind that came from time to time. I felt I missed something and just folded my hands and stood. I found my friend staring at me, he asked me if I was feeling cold, I said no and said it was that cold draft that made me feel cold. We went back into the car and drove until we reached our destination.The hotel that we checked in was lovely and had the most amazing view. It was situated a top a mountain, the drive up to it was simply too beautiful to explain. The long winding drive with all its turns and bends and the trees that were planted all along the road were in full bloom. At the hotel we learnt there were no single rooms so we checked in a double room, at first I was a bit hesitant to stay with him in the same room, but then had no choice and since they said they would give us two beds it was okay. We went in had a wash changed and then decided to just tour around the place. The place was like an old laid back village but because of the scenery the place was full of tourists and we among them had come to take a break here. After an hour of touring around, we were getting hungry so headed straight back to the hotel. The hotel was really full so we went into our rooms, ordered some lunch. We had a nice balcony and the view from it was simply fabulous. He asked if I would like something to drink, I said yeah vodka with orange juice topped with ice was just ideal. I took a book and sat reading until our drinks & lunch came. We had a quick lunch and then just sat drinking and talking for such along time that we had forgotten that it had become dark, the scene was ever so romantic, the hotel had candle lights lit everywhere and on every balcony there was a light that we did not bother to turn on as there was enough light coming.We kept talking until the wee hours of the morning; it was getting colder by the hour, so I grabbed my shawl. It was rather strange that he and I could keep talking and talking and then suddenly I felt him move a little closer to me, I did not mind as I was feeling cold and I could feel the warmth of his body. That masculine scent that he wore was really getting me turned on. He just looked at me as if to say oops sorry I looked back and him and smiled.It may have been the smile but then we just got talking more intimately about our life and different things that were happening. He drew more closely to me and slowly he put his warm arms around me, by this time I sure needed a hug as I found my self crying. Well I don’t know if it was the vodka or his story or just the two of so lonely and needed each other to cry on. He held me tight and the next moment we were kissing so passionately and then made love. We were too lost to realize it was dawn, we both slept so peacefully and when we woke up, it was mid morning, strangely we both woke up at the same time and just smiled at each other (sheepishly).We realized what we had done but were happy that it had happened. We then took a shower had some brunch and decided to go on a long drive by the seaside. During this drive we were a quite again and of course we were lost thinking of the previous night. It was getting little dark so we stopped by a clove. It was one breath taking view from the clove. We could see the wide sea and the sea gulls flying. In the distance were the fishermen. As I was leaning on the rock, he just turned towards me, he gently put his big arms around my waist drew me close and asked me as he was playing with my hair if what had happened on the previous night was wrong I could not say anything as I knew that we both enjoyed every moment of this ecstasy, he looked into my eyes to find an answer, I asked him what he felt, he too just smiled at me and said I will cherish the memory of this lovely day forever, with this we got back into the car and drove back home.That was a lovely break away from home with my friend and me.

Lost Love Found Again - Part II

2007-03-20T17:21:00.000+04:00

The following week she left for her aunt house in Bombay. Her aunt was surprised to see her and how she had become so quite. She would just sit in the balcony and stare at the road down and not talk to anyone unless spoken too. Days, weeks and months passed by, she would take a book to read or just write. She became a very emotional and sensitive girl and started hating men in general. Her aunt tried to send her to college but she kind of refused. She would see her cousins going, but was not very keen, then one day it so happened that she just decided that she wanted to go back to college, her aunt was very happy and got her admission with the other cousins. She told her niece that this time she must be more careful as to whom she chooses as a friend as there are many boys in the college, and gave her some advice, with a smile on her face, she told her aunt “don’t worry I hate all men and to shy to be bitten by another love bug.

She finished college but when she was in her final year she lost her father. She was the oldest of the three girls and so decided to work. Between work and college she met another young man and was afraid to tell her aunt at first, but since her cousin had already let the cat out of the bag she told her aunt about him. Her aunty asked her to bring him home. So the following week he accompanied her to her aunty house. She introduced Noel to her aunt and the rest at home. They all liked him instantly, she was very happy. While her aunt was talking to him she went in and was telling her cousins about him and how she had met him.

Their friendship carried on for almost six to seven years, and one day they decided to get married. They are now happily married it’s been 12 years and they have two lovely kids too.

She also joins Noel in the Gulf and then one day – while in the Gulf she one day happens to bump into Ricky her first love. Imagine what she felt, she was shocked to see him for he stopped her and wanted to talk to her, but she refused as she was now married and did not want to have anything to do with him. He kept pestering her until she spoke to him. She dared not tell her husband that she had met him and that he lived close to where they lived. She learnt that he too was married and had two children too. Life went on, after a couple of years she and husband and children moved to another country. She got a job and was working as a Manager. One day when she opened her mail, she was surprised to see his name and was shocked how he had managed to get her email address.

She was scared but was curious to know what was written so she opened his mail, and all he had said “Hi, how are you and the family?” She was not sure if should reply or not but first love is first love, she replied to him. Ever since that day they are both in touch with one another. He chats with everyday and every time he gets an opportunity. They chat for hours together and really talk and exchange very intimate things between them. She just cannot forget him and it’s the same with him. She tried to ask him why he left her for another but he has no answer and just tells her that he is glad that they are friends again would cherish this friendship forever. She laughs.

To feel that vanished years have not estranged us, distance has not diminish love; although they are apart there is still that chemistry that is happening. to feel again the fondness, to hear once more the accents of his voice which to me had been for years so still,--a voice that brings with it the gush of memory! Past days flit before us; feelings, thoughts, hope, we deemed were dead, all rise again, and summoned by that secret witchery, the well-remembered though long silent voice.

Oh, time, and grief, and blighted hope, in its undimmed and joyous beauty, its glow of generous feelings, its bright anticipations, all, all again be ours.

Once when I was young and true, someone left me sad-

Broke my brittle heart in two;

And that was very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk.

Love is but a curse.

But now her love is back!

Lost Love Found Again - Part I

2007-03-20T17:19:00.000+04:00

She had just finished with high school and was planning to join college.
She was a very quiet girl and was brought up by her grandmother. She was very simple and shy and always kept to her work and her hobbies. She used to collect coins, stamps, cartoons characters, and all sorts of nick knacks that were of interest to her. She had a good collection of novels too as she loved reading.

It was one of those days when she was busy sorting out her stamps when
there was a knock on the door, when she opened the door she saw two young boys standing at the door, one was her sister's friend whom she recognized but who was the other, she wondered. Well she greeted them in and there were introductions. Since it was her sister's friends , she went back to her collection. While she was sitting in the far end of the hall, she could feel someone coming towards her, and when she looked up , it was Ricky. He came up to her and says
"Hi, is stamp collecting your hobby" and she shyly answered yes. He said "I also collect stamps maybe we could exchange our collections", and he told her that some of the stamps that she had were bent and would be of no use.

Ever since that day he would accompany his friend to her house. He seemed to be very interested in her. One fine day, he approached her grandmother and asked her if he could take her out. The grandmother although being very strict agreed, as she found this boy to be good. She told her granddaughter "he likes you so why don't you go out with him". She was very shy and refused but relented after much persuasion from her sister and granny.

Then It happened once that Ricky and his maiden beheld each other in a public assembly for the first time…He gazed with great delight upon the beautiful face until he caught her eye…And, oh, how blessed is it thus to meet! Their friendship carried on for few months, after which he went back to the Rigs where he was working and she continued with her college. They would correspond regularly and both were in love with each other only through their letters, then came December and there was no mail. She would wait for the postman to come, but he would smile at her and say "no mail today".

She was getting very restless and did not know what to do, she kept writing to him but it seemed of no avail. She never knew what had gone wrong and why he had all of sudden stop writing to her.

Summer vacation had come; knowing that his brother was going to meet him, she gave him a letter and asked him to let her know what happened. She was getting very worried and two months passed yet no news from him.
Then his brother returned and all that he said to her was "just forget my brother and carry on with your life". She was hurt and upset. Soon, she started falling ill and was wondering where she had gone wrong. She truly loved him and never did anything to hurt him, then why was she being treated in this way. She did not do too well in her exams, due to the heartbreak. It took a toll on her health, she was sick. Her grandmother got worried and called up her aunt and told her the situation. They told the grandmother to pack her things and to send her to Bombay.

A Lovely Dream

2007-03-19T10:17:00.000+04:00

It was warm spring day, the air smelt so sweet, so I just decided to take a walk in the garden, the flowers smelling so sweet and the roses in full bloom, the May flower stood bright orange and the grass all green.

I sat on the garden bench and was lost in a magical world. He came and sat down besides me, we sat talking for hours before we saw the time, the skylight shone bright with the trillions of stars shinning brightly above us. The moon was in full bloom. Everything around looked so heavenly. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear and we chatted away the whole night long.

It was getting late so we went inside the house and sat by the fireside. It felt like one magical night. I brought out the best wine and sat the two glasses down, we drank and nibbled as crisps, we chuckled at the jokes we made and forgot how time was flying by. He whispered in my ear, and touched my lips and said that they felt so hot, as he touched me, my body ran a shiver he said that I looked beautiful tonight than ever before. He ran his fingers through my hair and smelt it and let it fall on his face. His body felt very hot, we knew we both wanted one another, he just pulled me into his arms, caressed me until I was I asking for more. I said I don’t want anyone just you. The heat was raising the fire dimmed and we were at the height of ecstasy and when I turned to grab him, I fell of my bed.

I was breathing hard there was no one it was just my dream. I still live for the moments I have only dreamt about.

Pre-Party Preparation

2007-03-14T12:09:00.000+04:00

All the chicken ran away
The rice field burnt to ashes
The vegetables in the garden got rotten
all that is left is the
Pitta bread and Humos

Oh worms were found in the Pepsi cans in AUH
And soda has too much gas
Coke will give you a stroke
Fresh orange jiuce has gone stale,

Alas what is left
Is just whiskey, wine n Vodka all good for the soul!

An Ode to a teacher

2007-03-14T12:08:00.000+04:00

Drink hot coffee
Drink hot Tea
Burn your lips and remember me

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The grass is green
And to the teachers
I say I like you

The sky is blue
The sea is clear
My thoughts for you Anu teacher
Are very clear
I respect you
For you are very dear!

My Silent Admirer

2007-03-13T17:30:00.001+04:00

Who does not have one today? I remember the times when I was younger I had so many admirers. I used to get flowers, cards from people I never knew or perhaps met and who had a soft corner for me but had never admitted it to me. Now to think of it that now that I am much older I still do have one who is so romantic. I love and wait for his calls to come.

The moment the phone goes rrrring rrring and I see the number on the phone my voice softens as it is he my silent admirer. My heart does miss a small beat too. Anyone can see that naughty smile on my face when I am talking to him and they would ask me is he your silent admirer.

He talks to me so many things, we share our daily trivia’s, jokes, but at the end of it all he will not admit that he has that special soft corner for me.

We are both married and with kids. No harm done,guess its human nature to just like or to admire that someone. His talks are so interesting that he comes to that point of saying that sweet things to me and then just backs off like the Fizz of the Soda.

He sends me mails and I send him mails, we chat everyday and have so much fun. Strange when we were together we had fought almost everyday but now that we are apart we miss each other so much that although we don’t show it – there is that special feeling that we have for each other. There is a chemistry that is happening.

Oops there goes the phone again….cannot see the number now!

In short I say – “Always yield to temptation, for it may never cross your path again.

Absence makes the Heart grow fonder

2007-03-13T11:41:00.000+04:00

We had been happily married for over five years and he had to leave as soon as we got married.

It was now time for him to return Oh! Yeah I remember that day... the wait was too long,” he is coming back", I said to myself. On the previous day, I had gone to the salon and made myself look the best as I could.

I was now in the airport, eagerly waiting for him Time wasn't flying, so I grabbed the newspaper but just could not get down to reading it. I was disturbed, and was filled with thoughts about him, his face and was wondering how its going to be and how we are gong to react to one another, it's been five long years of separation, he on the rigs and me at home doing a part time job as a free lancer for a small news paper.

Finally I heard the voice on the microphone announcing the arrival of the Boeing; my heart began to pound faster. I got up from my seat and went to the balcony from where one could see the plane landing and the people arriving. It was very crowded; I saw the expressions on everyone's face. There was a mother who was anxiously waiting to see her children, then a sister waiting to see her brother, there were a group of young teenagers who were waiting for another group teenagers arriving and here was me, trying to squeeze my way into that crowd.
I got pushed twice, I just said sorry and moved away.

There was this lil' old man sitting on the chair who had an anxious look on his face. I knew that he too like me was waiting to get into the crowd but he dared to. I just waited my turn, till I got my chance to get closer to the glass, I was thrilled and felt like a little girl. I felt sorry for the old man and hoped he would look at me and I would call him and give him my place, I was afraid that if I moved I would lose that place. I tried to draw his attention but it was of no use, he just sat there calmly. I gave up and then as I turned I could see him coming, began waving my hand like as if he could se me through the glass.

I hurried to the customs where I could get a better view of him coming out. I stood there just squeezing my fingers and very impatient. I had worn his favorite suit which he had sent me the year before he could come, blue in color. Finally his turn came he handed his passport for stamping and then went o pick up his Baggage and was walking out the gangway, I ran to him. He just dropped his bags and hugged me so tight that I almost suffocated. Tears of joy rolled down my eyes, I could see all the people staring at us. He then put his arm around me, picked up his baggage and we came out. There he stood staring at me, I knew he had a lot to say, but was waiting for the right moment. We hailed a taxi got into it and drove home. We were rather quiet in the taxi. I thought that I would not stop talking when I saw him but it was the other way round, we were very quite until we got home.

As he went in to get changed I got he meals ready, I had cooked his favorite dishes of Chilly chicken and Dhal.

He got changed and came down. I had my back turned but I could feel his breath as I turned and before I could say anything he kissed me and he held me so tight and we were lost in the world of our own. He made love to me until the early hours, we were left so exhausted but it was his way and of course the wait was too long. I could see the sun peeping in through the curtains, so I just snuggled closer to him. I had missed him so much and just realized it when I was looking at his naked body sprawled on the bed. I just pulled the sheets over us and holding him tight tried to remember the first day when we got married and how time had passed by and he had now come back.

He stirred and woke up he looked at me and smiled and whispered in my ear as to how much he had missed me and everyday was a like a year for him. I wanted to get up but he just held me more closer and said don't get up lets lie here I have missed you so much that time is very precious and every moment that I missed I need to cherish.

We were in a haven of our own!

A Woman Breasts

2007-03-08T10:38:00.000+04:00

It is important for women to become familiar with the normal anatomy and physiology (function) of their breasts so that they can recognize early signs of possible abnormalities. This section outlines basic information on breast composition, development, and typical changes from puberty to pregnancy to menopause.

Breast Composition

The breast is a mass of glandular, fatty, and fibrous tissues positioned over the pectoral muscles of the chest wall and attached to the chest wall by fibrous strands called Cooper’s ligaments. A layer of fatty tissue surrounds the breast glands and extends throughout the breast. The fatty tissue gives the breast a soft consistency.

The glandular tissues of the breast house the lobules (milk producing glands at the ends of the lobes) and the ducts (milk passages). Toward the nipple, each duct widens to form a sac (ampulla). During lactation, the bulbs on the ends of the lobules produce milk. Once milk is produced, it is transferred through the ducts to the nipple.
The breast is composed of:
milk glands (lobules) that produce milk
ducts that transport milk from the milk glands (lobules) to the nipple
nipple
areola (pink or brown pigmented region surrounding the nipple)
connective (fibrous) tissue that surrounds the lobules and ducts
fat
Arteries carry oxygen rich blood from the heart to the chest wall and the breasts and veins take de-oxygenated blood back to the heart. The axillary artery extends from the armpit and supplies the outer half of the breast with blood; the internal mammary artery extends down from neck and supplies the inner portion of the breast.

Initial Breast Development

Human breast tissue begins to develop in the sixth week of fetal life. Breast tissue initially develops along the lines of the armpits and extends to the groin (this is called the milk ridge). By the ninth week of fetal life, it regresses (goes back) to the chest area, leaving two breast buds on the upper half of the chest. In females, columns of cells grow inward from each breast bud, becoming separate sweat glands with ducts leading to the nipple. Both male and female infants have very small breasts and actually experience some nipple discharge during the first few days after birth.
Female breasts do not begin growing until puberty—the period in life when the body undergoes a variety of changes to prepare for reproduction. Puberty usually begins for women around age 10 or 11. After pubic hair begins to grow, the breasts will begin responding to hormonal changes in the body. Specifically, the production of two hormones, estrogen and progesterone, signal the development of the glandular breast tissue. This initial growth of the breast may be somewhat painful for some girls. During this time, fat and fibrous breast tissue becomes more elastic. The breast ducts begin to grow and this growth continues until menstruation begins (typically one to two years after breast development has begun). Menstruation prepares the breasts and ovaries for potential pregnancy.

Breast Size, Appearance, and Changes Over Time

The size and shape of women’s breasts varies considerably. Some women have a large amount of breast tissue, and therefore, have large breasts. Other women have a smaller amount of tissue with little breast fat.
Factors that may influence a woman’s breast size include:
Volume of breast tissue
Family history
Age
Weight loss or gain
History of pregnancies and lactation
Thickness and elasticity of the breast skin
Degree of hormonal influences on the breast (particularly estrogen and progesterone)
Menopause
A woman’s breasts are rarely balanced (symmetrical). Usually, one breast is slightly larger or smaller, higher or lower, or shaped differently than the other. The size and characteristics of the nipple also vary greater from one woman to another. In some women, the nipples are constantly erect. In others, they will only become erect when stimulated by cold or touch. Some women also have inverted (turned in) nipples. Inverted nipples are not a cause for concern unless the condition is a new change. Since there are hair follicles around the nipple, hair on the breast is not uncommon.
The nipple can be flat, round, or cylindrical in shape. The color of the nipple is determined by the thinness and pigmentation of its skin. The nipple and areola (pigmented region surrounding the nipple) contain specialized muscle fibers that respond to stimulation to make the nipple erect. The areola also houses the Montgomery’s gland that may appear as tiny, raised bumps on the surface of the areola. The Montgomery’s gland helps lubricate the areola. When the nipple is stimulated, the muscle fibers will contract, the areola will pucker, and the nipples become hard.
Breast shape and appearance undergo a number of changes as a woman ages. In young women, the breast skin stretches and expands as the breasts grow, creating a rounded appearance. Young women tend to have denser breasts (more glandular tissue) than older women.

Short Story - Bus Stop Stranger

2007-03-07T16:18:00.000+04:00

I was at the bus stand one day and saw this handsome man standing in my wayHe looked so good and charming, that any lady would give him the second look.Even though I was tempted to say hello,I dint, instead just stood staring at himThe bus came but neither of us moved. Alas,we were left alone on the stop, and I sneaked a look at him from the corner of my eyes And found that he had a worried look and kept looking at his watchHe looked at me as if to ask me something, and I took this opportunity to say hello to him. He just smiled at me, but did not reciprocate my greetings. I found it all so strange and just then a car drove up to where we were,he then looked at me again as if to say bye ,got into the car and left. That day I could not stop thinking of this handsome man and hoped I meet him again someday. Days and weeks passed by, but yet I could not stop thinking of him, I wonder why – what was so special about him. That evening as I went to the café I saw this advertisement in the newspaper and a vacancy for a Administration Manager. I decided to apply for the job as my qualification and experience matched the advertisement, I then sent my CV by email. I was just getting out of the café when all of a sudden I saw him standing there, this time the urge to go up to him grew stronger. As I was about to approach him, I noticed a young lady walk upto him, exchange pleasantries and he then pulled up the chair next to him for her to be seated. They two seemed to be so locked in their conversations, so much so that he dint even me passing by . I am getting restless and wanting to know who he is and how she is related to him. I see the waiter approaching him, he greets the lady and offers her the menu. The trio gets talking; she does not take the menu but asks for two coffees. I feel that the waiter knows them, so out of curiosity I call the waiter and ask him about them. He then tells me mam ‘don’t you know Sir’ he is the owner of this company and owns the entire place around here. I leave. The next day I get a call from the company that I had applied. I was scheduled to meet the CEO at 11:00 am., so I get dressed and go to get the bus, and there again I cant stop thinking about him. I reach the office with 10 minutes to spare, so go the washroom to freshen up and straighten my hair which was all in a mess. I am a bit nervous, as the time is approaching. The receptionist tells me that I am called. I knock on the door and enter and there I see my handsome man sitting in front of me. I am at a loss of words(when all along I was longing to talk to him). He asks me to sit, and make myself comfortable (but now I want to run away). My hands began to shiver as I handed my papers to him. He asks me not to be nervous. With the corner of my eyes I see him scanning my papers and I scan the office. A lovely office with dim lights and his table made of teak dark wood, stood so elegantly. There was a vase of fresh flowers on the side table and a sofa set facing the window. A small fridge stood in the corner of the room and next it stood the stand to hold his suit. On a shelf nearby stood a picture of a couple, I was dying to see it but could not as it was too far from where I sat. He said my name and I must have been lost for that moment, for he touched my hand to draw my attention. I said sorry, he just smiled at me and told me that he would like to see me again the next day. I got up to go he stood up and shook my hands. His palms felt so soft and had that strong hold. I would have loved to have stood holding it forever and looking into his eyes. I quickly withdrew and began to move, when he said you need not worry as you have been selected but we need to discuss further so he asked to see me again saying this he walked me to the door. I could smell the very masculine perfume that he had worn. I came out of his office with grin on my face, I found the receptionist staring at me, like as if she knew what happened inside. I felt his eyes on my back and thought I would stumble while walking. I came out of the building and took a deep breath. Tomorrow is another new day! Phew~~