A Simple Story

"It's not my life! I am living somebody Else's life!" What this line suggests you? What I will be writing around such a line? 1) Some fiction story with memory loss... 2) Fiction about death of a person giving responsibilities of life to someone causing drastic change in his life.... 3) Some kind of a science fiction using non-existent weired ideas of many dimensions.... 4) Some magic or fairy story of the different world containing all different species like vampires, wizards, ghosts, goblins, dragons etc... 5) I can even write a non fiction giving ideas about managing your life successfully by using this Mantra! 6) This will be very ideal opening line for a spiritual book as well... But NO! I am not going to write anything like that. Not at least now in this post. (As all ideas are stored in my brain, I can't guaranty about the next post anyway!) Today I am going to write...

After a very very long time she had come to this place. She never thought she was so closely related to this place. Yesterday when she was cleaning her closet she found the photograph of this place taken long back. Then she couldn't stop herself visiting this place. The longing was so strong! 'The Railway station'! How this place had become so important to her? Not only important, it had a mysterious outline to it in her memories. Many memories were such when she was not travelling by the train but just had come there to visit someone. She had discovered someone who had found the privacy in the crowd of this station. She was totally stumped by the idea when she first heard of it. But now she could see so many aspects she hadn't seen that time to this idea! She had done something that day, that was totally out of character, when she had gathered the courage to tell him that she loved him! The totally unconditional love. He had reciprocated the emotion and had taken her t...

I am writing this post after a long time. I have changed the picture on my profile as well... Want to know WHY? Then you have to be patient and read on... I can give any no. of excuses for not writing so long. But the real reason was I needed time. I needed to think badly about my writing and what I really wanted to do with my blog! When I started blogging I was thrilled. I learned and experienced so many things in such a short period of time. I started writing in new formats like 55 fiction, tags etc. I started to write witty remarks and made so many friends! But somehow in the process I lost myself! Blogging is very addictive. You have to write everyday. The pressure of writing, to be read and to get lots of comments is tremendous. Yet you have to write creatively. You have to produce new ideas and most of all you have to satisfy yourself with it! Which I lost completely. I was really very unhappy with my writing....

This post is for the contest "FRIENDS FOREVER" by Blogadda. For more posts visit- http://blog.blogadda.com/2010/07/28/friends-forever-friendship-day-2010-contest I have not being writing for a very long time! And what could be a better opportunity to start writing again than a friendship day? Writing about the person who taught me to read,(Not a,b,c,d... kind! Reading books, understanding books, reading the persons and so on...T hat kind of reading!!) constantly inspired me to write and in a way who is the major influence on me to make me a person I am now! Many things define one as a person! One of the major things that defined my life is my friendship with Gauri. I am at the stage of life where I do not believe anyone or anything very easily but I do not question them as well... Friendship is very hard to find and impossible to maintain. And I am going to write about the stage when I used to question a lot, believed everything that came my way and made friends with each and...

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 6 ; the sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Note- All the characters in this story are fictitious. I have used the names of the fellow bloggers just for fun. No offence meant! When I started my computer I was shocked to see this image on my screen... What does it mean? This is so typical of Vipul ! He always does that. Some code or the other to decode for everyone else...He so much enjoys pulling legs of others on top of it... But this time he had overdone it! Ok. I am on it! I have to do it before anyone else this time. I was concentrating very hard on it when the phone rang. I didn't hear the noise first then I didn't recognise it. But my brain came to its normal sharpness after a while. I have to answer the phone right now! This has to wait for a bit then... Vipul.!.. Again so much like him. Disturbi...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 5 ; the fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . I usually woke up at 6:00 o'clock in the morning. Actually I set a alarm for 5:30 with the snooze of 10 minutes! So after two snoozes I wake up at the third snooze...Oh what a heavenly feeling my mind feels when I get that extra 30 minutes sleep! Yes sometimes I press wrong keys and the snooze alarm turns off...Then I have to rush through my work like a rocket but still, 'that 30 minutes' sleep and 'that heavenly feeling 'worth ed more such havoc mornings! I love these mornings as well for they show the signs of aliveness present deep inside me. I have to find out the recipes which are fastest,I could find out how fast my child can cope with the situation without complaint and how much my husband is capable of helping me if the time comes... My da...

On the land alone I stand... I am a nobody, loves me nobody Still I am alive,so I stand! Sending the vibes of the life... Against all odds I just stand! Life cycles around me I have work just for me... Doing the work I try to stand Alone I live all my life Give the life take the life To my own limpid stand... I am responsible for all I have! On the land alone I stand till the death come to me... On the land alone I stand... Nature always provides inspiration to live the life differently and write something totally different! This is my attempt to write a poem on this tree I spotted standing alone in the field but I have seen some people like this tree standing alone against all odds... This post is related with "Today's Flower". For more beautiful flowers visit- http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/

This is the second chapter of my Science fiction. I hope you will like it! "Come on Guys, Please!Think about it again! I beg of you!" Shyam was at the point of break down. Lata could not take it any more! "OK Shyam I am ready to do it!" "What?!" Four voices said in unison. Two openly , one ; her own, in secret of her mind in great astonishment and one in pure joy! If she would be allowed to do some child's play she would say 'jinx' and nobody would able to say a thing till she want them to and say their name three times....For once she could talked and would be listened to without disturbance; or she would beat them. She couldn't stop laughing at the idea! "Lata! What are you laughing at? Are you with us at all?" Maya's agitated voice brought her again in the present.In their dining room. For past two weeks all three of them had successfully avoided Shyam talking them into this.But they all knew it was unavoidable. Today Shyam...

I am starting to write a science fiction.I am trying to write a big story with the chapters each containing a full story. My first chapter is this.... She sat very disoriented in front of her computer.She wanted to write something....No, She has to write something but...She had an argument with him and now all she could think about was that argument! He never understood her! Nobody had understood her! Does she herself understand her? The question didn't surprise her. Sometimes she didn't understand herself! Before she used to defend herself to others as well as herself. But now a days she did not bother to do that! What difference it would make any way? Blaming any one would not take her anywhere. She couldn't change a thing. At that instant the phone rang. She ignored it. It ranged for a long time and then stopped. Who was that? She wondered. She must buy an answering machine. The phone started ringing again. It must be someone who know her very well to know that she would...

I am posting flower photographs after a really very long time! I have spent some time taking pictures to post and now I have armful of them! Enough for few weeks! Here are two of them! This post is related with "Today's Flower" For more pictures visit http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/

I am back after a long time! I was having fun in this holiday! I had done some cleaning for Diwali. Then I kept away from this "time consuming box" as my daughter was having her exams.It is such a great distraction for her...Here I must confess that I am so addicted to it that I couldn't quite keep away from it. I just then started using the time I got on Face book to play farm ville and other games! So... All I am doing here is giving some excuses which are not true for my non creative period. So after Diwali we went to the smashing holiday to Goa! We visited all the beaches had a great swim.Then we enjoyed a sunset cruise on river 'Mandavi'. We tried some adventure sports like para sailing and speed boat ride. We visited some temples, a spice garden and a church! We even got to see some Dolphins! It was a wonderful holiday overall! Here are some photographs of my holiday for you. On the left it is a Miramar beach of Panaji. Our Hotel was on the beach itself. Th...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 3; the third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following "Blog-a-Ton" I was very much confused with this subject when I started thinking about writing it! It is so vast subject! What am I going to write? I was thinking about it for whole two days. Yesterday I slept thinking about it only and I had a dream..... In that dream I was in a room full of people...No...Wait. It was full of many me's. All different creative me's. All me's were busy doing something or other and 'I' me started doing a tour... In dream everything is possible, you see! First I visited a me who have all different maps of India scattered all over the place. "Indian Dream is not only the dream of Indian people but it can be a dream of some other people as well. We have to take those dreams in consideration as well...." She was say...

I was sitting idle staring at the water surface. It reminded me of myself! Very cool and calm on the surface but very deep. So many secrets, so many mysteries it must be storing in its depths; no one knew. Suddenly I wanted to throw a stone in that lake to disturb it's calmness...To create some movement. I was looking for the stone when I saw her. Was she coming to me? Really coming to me?I couldn't believe it! Was I happy to see her coming to me? I didn't know. I was a bit confused about my feelings. She is the only one who knew where to find me and how to find me still I didn't wante her to find me! What an irony. She seemed very eager to meet me. She was almost running. She was very happy. Her face was looking like a fully bloomed flower with the morning dew. Her eyes were sparkling. If she was happy why is she coming to me? I started to feel very excited. Was she going to disappoint me? She came near enough and saw my expressions which I was trying to hide. " I...

The two photos today are Hibiscus and Yesterday-Today -Tomorrow flowers. Look at the three colours of these delicate flowers. These flowers change the colour as they get older... This Hibiscus flower is double in shape and size. Generally we can see these flowers in India in abundance.They come in many colours as well now a days.Leaves and flowers of this plant are used for the hair treatment. This post is related with "Today's flower. For more beautiful flower photos visit ( http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/ )

I had received the award from Shilpa ( http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/ ) Thanks Shilpa!! It is called as:- The rules and regulations are as follows... “Honest Scrap” Award, is given by bloggers to other bloggers who express themselves and write/blog from their heart & soul. List 10 honest things about yourself — and make them interesting, even if you have to dig deep! Pass the award on to 7 bloggers who you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap and whose blogs you find brilliant in design and content. So now I have to write 10 Honest things about me and I have to make them Interesting as well. How is it possible? See if all producers and directors made an honest movie , what will they be showing? If every writer started writing an honest book, what will they write about?( Can you see how naive I can be sometimes?!) OK. Yes I agree some people have such a life that if they start writing honest things people will be more than interested. But what can a simple middle class (ok....

55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words. For more information check( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction ) POSSIBILITY The night was cool. Breeze was blowing sweet smell of flowers in air. Faint sound of radio playing somewhere made atmosphere romantic. She was sitting alone. She felt lonely. Loneliness brought anger. She has to do it! No other choice was there...She went to kitchen. She chose the sharpest knife and............................. .......................................................started making dinner!!

Today I am going to write about the book "Acts Of Faith" By "Eric Segal". At the back page of the book it says Acts Of Love They met as children, innocents from two different worlds. And from that moment their lives were fated to be forever entwined. The unforgettable story of three extraordinary lives... and one forbidden love. The three characters are Timothy, Daniel and Deborah. The book is written in the form of 'self narration' by all three of them. I liked this style of writing as it gives all characters different perspective. Writing for oneself and giving opinion about others gives us kind of broad outlook for the characters. It also shows us different angles of same happening! So I think it is very difficult to write in this style. Erich Segal had given justice to all the three characters. The book impressed me from it's first page. After the dedication page, he had quoted a verse by St. Augustine, Confessions X.27:- "Too late came I to l...

Candle Stick Hyacinth These two pictures are taken when we had gone to the Kerala trip. There we visited so called botanical garden in Thekkadi. I used the words so called because that was not the conventional botanical garden with glass globes and all as we see in foreign countries. It was more like a nursery. They just give you a guided tour with local names of trees and the information they know. They allow you to take pictures. So I do not know the scientific or general names of these flowers! I so wish that we have really good botanical gardens in India soon.. The first picture was taken in Thekkadi and the other one was taken in the back waters of Aleppi. In India we find this Hyacinth almost in every river and pond. Many times it is very annoying as you can not control it's growth. But the purple flowers are so delicate and beautiful... This post is connected with 'Today's Flower'. For more pics of beautiful flowers visit-( http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/...

CRIME Yesterday his company bagged a prestigious award. Today he got that anonymous Threatening mail...Was it real? Was there a virus in that mail? In next room, his wife sat with laptop. "Just kidding! Congrats!" She was writing... Police van came near the house.They were coming to arrest her for the cyber crime! 55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words. For more information check( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction )