My first story

Hi All,

This is my first story . ( Actually the second , the first being in Tamil . Also the earlier attempt never saw the light of the day :) Nobody read that. So this can be called as my first story )

Here goes....

Aditi and Anand are in love.

It all started in the first semester. It was the first day of college, Aditi was a nervous wreck. All her friends had warned her about ragging. Though being a premier institution, her college was renowned for "ragging". She was worried and kept dreaming the worst possible scenarios, that can happen.

All her imagination didn't go in vain. Aditi was a beautiful girl, with graceful walk, big bright eyes, long silky hair, and angelic , captivating face. The moment she stepped into college, a senior gang, noticed her. They called her aside, and started talking to her. They all appeared as cinema villains to the innocent ,naive mind of Aditi. As if her life was a movie, out of the blue came Anand, Their eyes met for an instant , and that instant was enough for Aditi , for she knew instinctively that he was not only her savior but also her future.

Thus started their love story. They had their ups and downs but they held on.
After five years, during which Anand had finished his MBA from IIM-A and Aditi had completed her engineering . Both were settled with great jobs..
They decided to take the next step . They planned to get married. Surprisingly, there were no villainous parents. Both were smart, talented, good looking. Even their parents knew, they could never hope to find a better match.

Anand wanted to gift the perfect house for his beautiful angel. During their long courtship ,on one of the occasions ,on a long drive on the ECR , she had squealed with delight, upon coming across a small, elegant beachside cottage. He had vowed to himself that he would do whatever it takes to present it as their marriage gift.

Now was the perfect time to go buy it. On a auspicious day, just weeks before their marriage they set out, seeking "their" property. When they came to the cottage, they found it deserted.
There was no sign of human inhabitation. All around, wild trees had grown,giving the whole place a desolated feel. Aditi had second thoughts , is this the place she wanted to spend her rest of her life? Surely no. Not such a haunted looking cottage..

Disappointed they were about to turn back, when an old man walked towards them .
He noticed their disappointment in their eyes, and yelled..

"Go away..Kids.. This is not the place for you. Strange things have been happening at night. Windows keep fluttering. I keep hearing a woman wailing all through the night. The place is haunted. Don't come here. She'll seek you. And then , she'll kill you. Go away."

Even in the mid of march , in the blazing heat, they were chilled to the bones. They quickly turned back. Aditi clung to him, as though she might lose him the very next minute if she didn't hold on.. Terrified they made a hasty departure.

They got married.Few weeks of bliss went by. Though they seemed the happiest couple on earth, Aditi could sense something troubling Anand. She could sense the quiet moments of reflection, in his faraway eyes, which upon her inquisitive gaze would turn into a drawling smile, chiding her questioning gaze. Somehow he wasn't his usual self ever since the visit to the haunted cottage. He seemed different , as though he was on the verge of disclosing a grave secret.

Suddenly , one day, driven by impulse, Anand decided to give "their" haunted cottage a visit. He was still feeling guilty for not presenting her with the only house she had desired. Deciding to brave odds, he asked Aditi to get ready. Noticing his excited state, Aditi got ready without asking a word.

She had no clue as to what was in store for them ..


I know how I want to end the story , but I want the audience response. All those who read are welcome to write their own version of the climax. The original climax will be posted in a week depending on the response. Also complying to a request from one of my good friends, will post a second climax, which would be selected from the comments.

Come on guys and girls, write out your version.

Value of a woman

When will guys learn to respect a girl. Not for her beauty, but for herself, for her capabilityies, for her abilities, for her mind, for her thoughts, for her spirit ?
When will they ever realise that girls are not mere dolls of affectation, but are sensible beings equal to them in all fields.
When will they learn to appreciate a girl for what she is, when will they learn to welcome her thoughts , ( because its her thoughts , not just a replica of the guys ) When will they realise that , she has a mind of her own. She is capable of all emotions that guys experience. Feeling are universal. Why should she be submissive , jus because few who don't understand that she has a mind of her own, ridicule her, and subject her to submission.
Its nothing short of harassment . mental harassment . to say how a girl should behave with propriety at all times. Isn't it the same for guys ? Why is it that girls should have a check on themselves. Why is that the guys can run loose. Society is too very unfair. I am not suggesting for an instant that i want to break loose, and do what i want. Fortunately, the peple around me, know that i can, but don't do so because of my own restrictions on myself, not anyone else's.
Its jus that , when society imposes restrictions it should for all, irrespective of gender. When will gender bias end ??
a big ??????????? is the only answer i get !!!!

Thee By En'Core

Hi All,

I went to the release of this album. It was a simple ceremony.. But their music, in a total contrast to them .. Totally professional.. Read about the album review in lazygeek Couldn't resist quoting it here.
"Now a bunch of guys, naming their band as Encore have come out with a Tamil pop album Thee. They sent across an email with a pointer to their music samples. Listening even to the first one, I've to say I'm thoroughly impressed. At first it seemed like an email to get some blog bandwidth but they sure rock. Their title number, Thee has some amazing strings and some superb rhythm programming(notice the aygiri nandhini tune jammed in-between). The music sounded very professional and nothing close to being an amateur troupe. I just glanced down to read the credits and saw Percussion - Sivamani, Bass - Keith Peters. Both, masters in their own areas. And the label of release was Saregama. The singers list had Devan, Malgudi Suba and Chinmayi. Seems like they got the big fishes in the industry for their album. Apart from their title track Thee, I also liked Dhinam Dhinam and Chinmayi's Thaai Polavae(can't sing at a lower pitch than this).
Though one has to listen the entire album before jumping to a conclusion, I loved majority of their samples and am looking forward to the rest. Encore formed by Bharat / Jagdhish / Karthik / Krishna and Katz are trying to revive Tamil Pop. I hope and wish their attempts gets noticed and reaches out to the masses. "
Another one by Suresh Kumar :
The most likeable thing about the album is the way they have beautifully built the layers one over the other in preludes and interludes of the songs. The layers in harmony and nice orchestration make us feel ecstatic when we listen to them. Also they have tried different sounds and fusion and it has worked out well. Summing up, Encore proves that they have a fire within with their debut album “Thee”.

To quote these guys "Life is short; We wanted to make life worthwhile through our music. We have started the first step, but still as Robert Frost's saying goes, "We have miles to go before we sleep"...... mail@theebyencore.com "


I have heard the songs over and over again.. Believe me , its a great effort. Worth every single peeny you speand on this.Wish i had lived upto my own expectations :(
Still i can though :)

CIAO.

I am happy

Hi All,

I feel good ( tada tada tada tan..)
I feel good ( tada tada tada tan..)
I feel good ( tan tan)
Feel good...

I know I'M not making sense.. but thats me.. whnever i am too happy or too sad( which is most of the time ) i don't make sense .

CIAO

My home Comp's alright !!!!

Hi All,
Now i don't have to look around furtively wondering whether anyone in office wold catch me blogging. Nothing wrong, but still would feel embarrassed if caught . Now bak in home turf !!
Great !!!!! You can expect frequent blogs from now on

CIAO...

Feels nice to be remembered

Hi All,

Its been long since I posted.. Was not free (read :not busy) . Just not free!!!
I have been thinking about this blog for quite a few days..
About the people who don't matter to us, but who touch with their warmth and honesty.
They are unforgettable people in my life. Though I don't even know their names. They are the kind of people we meet everyday on the roads, nothing extraordinary about them , but people blessed with something which most of us, in this materialistic world have forsaken.
They are kind, attach value to humans. ( I have been with them for utmost 5 minutes) .Yet their aura was so powerful that they really make me wonder..

One is a salesman in a huge textile showroom.(The one that I frequent) The person is atleast 20 years elder to me. Yet he called me Madam .. That hurt. ( Its the same when the security people in my office refer me by the same) Just working in reputed firm , and earning more than these people doesn't qualify me to be treated that way. What sort of world this, which judges a person by their bank balance.. Anyway coming back to this guy, he was so honest. He could have cheated me quoting a price far above the original, and I would have bought the salwar for the same, but he chose not tooo. Lotsa people are honest I agree, but the amount of dedication he showed to his work overwhelmed me.. Before I left I just told him, one day you will start your own shop. He seemed both happy and embarrassed by the remark.
The next time I went to the shop, I was a bit preoccupied and didn't notice his attempts to catch my eye.. Just when I was about to leave the shop, I noticed him and went to him and said HI ..Do you remember me'
He replied 'ungala eppadi madam( no madam please) marakka mudiyum' meaning --how can I forget you' chatted with him for few minutes (showed him the bag he sold me on the previous purchase) Its felt really nice to be remembered by him.

The other person is a road side vendor. We buy groundnut from him. (i.e. my mom used to buy, occasionally I accompanied her .But that was long back. Recently when I went to my old place after a long time , I just came across the vendor. So thought of buying groundnut..
He remembered me. And not just me.. My mom... My brother..He even remembered where my brother studied..I was really surprised (I was really happy).

Both are honest people, who attached great importance to people. They could have been just another person on the road , who doesn't give a damn about anything else.
They just restored my faith in humans.. Its requires greatness to instill faith.
I salute and bow to their greatness.

Till my next post...
CIAO..

Fear that i can't express the depth of what i feel...

Hi All,

I am writing this in a sober mood.
Part of me crying, part of me jumping out with joy,
Partly in ecstasy , partly in agony...
Too many emotions that can't be defined. I know the cause, i just read something, which is too wonderful , absolutely brilliant, emotionally binding, that tears were the natural course of it..
All other unfortunate souls who cannot read coz i lost it.. lost it forever...
Read a truth unleashed...
Too good that it i feel worhtless to write my own version for the fear of losing the sanctity of what's been written..
Words... how deep, how natural, how powerful..
Is there a sword too sharp to cut like words, or a knife that can pierce through your heart leaving a scar forever and ever..
Felt worthless to read it.. Because i don't deserve to read such pure, untold , submission of self..
Just not worth that much..
Somehow, some angel blessed me with such luck..
Today's the most memorable day in my life cause , though i can't explain the implications of what i read, the significance have to be said... Not to do so, will only trap me in my own grief , agony and ecstasy.
Confusing isn't it. Too feel all the emotions at the same time ... Too have all bundled up, that you can't recognise your own feelings, nor understand the prevalent mood , with the present being of no consequence , a feeling of numbness that doesn't subside, making you confused more than ever. Making you an alien to yourself.. I don't find it odd. It has been a way of life all the time..
Wary of surroundings and place, i neither think nor react, not even aware of what i am doing or supposed to do..
A single article... a single man's greatness, wishing it could have been otherwise ...
But fate... and fear that i have expressed too much...

Without a beginning , and an end i quit this ...

CIAO..