PARTY TIME!!!

Ok guys, so a couple of my friends in bloggerwille have been down for some time now, so I decided to throw a party to perk them up and have some rocking fun

so all of you are invited tomorrow to my shoutbox to pop some beers dance away to glory and yes the best part.. gappofy till u drop!!!

A BIG BLOGGER GET-TOGETHER!!!!

so guys don't forget to bring your party hats.. and yes you can bring along as many of your blogger friends as you like.. aaaah and yes don't forget to bring food, booze and music along too :D

in case the shoutbox gets too crowded, we can always shift the venue to the comments section of this post

whatsay?

aaah yes, this story too has a slight twist... one of my friends is in USA and there was only one time which was convenient for all of us and it was... 6:30 am in the morning(IST)

so it will be an early morning party.. ok before all the lazybags(including me) start screaming.. guys think!! what better way to start the day than with dance, food, booze and making new friends

c'mon be a sport and and wake up early this once and make this party a success and I promise if there is a great response i'll hold another one, but at more lazy-bag friendly timings :D

so be there!!!

VENUE: Freeville

TIME: 6:30am

PS: guys don't forget the picture dedications are still on here. You can dedicate any message u want to anyone in the blogger world.. just say it with a picture :)tc

c you guys 2mrw :)

The Clear Glass

A tiny drop of air conditioned sweat trickled down his spine, chilling him to his very extremities.
He felt his hand reach out shakily towards the glass of clear mineral water, reflected shimmeringly in the spotless glasstop of the table facing him like an adversary. He raised it to his lips, taking a single swallow, measured precisely, as if the slightest overdose would kill him.
He slowly lifted his eyes and discreetly studied the man at the other bank of the glass river. He had never seen someone who resembled a wizened lion more. The conservative black suit with razor sharp edges; the immaculate black hair with the slightest tinge of graceful grey, as royal as the wild king's mane; the perfectly groomed beard, matching the authoritarian air to a T; and the gaze.. the gaze that was slashing his self-confidence to ribbons, like a lion's sharpened claws rip their victims to shreds.
"So, Mr. Delvehesh, what makes you think you are the man for this job?" the suited lion asked him in a quiet voice. He gave a start, he had expected a roar. "Err.. sir, well actually..", he stammered
"Yes?" , the gaze sharpened, even as the question was asked in a voice as quiet as the one before.
"Well, I am efficient and, and confident and I would love to do the work you are offering, " he tried valiantly, in a stuttering voice, that sounded so unlike his.
"I am sure you are all these things, but then so are the hundreds of young men standing outside that door. So, why should I chose you and be unfair to them all?", came the question, a subtle strain of mockery entwining with the quiet authority in the voice.
He opened his mouth, closed it again, swallowed and opened it again, but nothing came out.
He knew he couldn't afford to lose this job. He was at his wit's end.
He had gone numb, there was vaccum where his thinking machine of a brain had been a few minutes back.
He went into a sort of fever, losing control of what he was saying as he burst out "sir, well, I ... I am a peoples' person and.. and I can drive and I desperately need this job and I.. i can draw and and I can err.. dance and I am gay, " he clapped his hand over his mouth as he realised what he had just said. Torturously, in that moment of pure humiliation his mind was again crystal clear.
H clearly saw the the rocky grey eyes from across the table flicker for a moment before rippling back into a solid mass.
"That will be all Mr. Delvehesh, you can leave now." He staggered onto his feet weakly and struggled towards the closed door.
"And yes, tell the lady outside to cancel the rest of the interviews.. you are hired as my personal assistant." He whipped around in disbelief, a strange light entering his eyes, only to leave immediately as he saw the lion languishing in the chair, a lazy smile luxuriating on his lips. The penetrating gaze was replaced by a feather, freely roving over his body, marking him its owner's property...
"On second thoughts, you can stay right here and start immediately," the cat purred slowly, stretching himself invitingly...

PS: sorry guys got two examz tomorrow and haven't studied anything till now.. will pakka se reply to all comments 2mrw
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Your Friendly Neighbourhood Devil

Hello there..

I am your friendly neighbourhood devil..

No friend no lover,

is safe from my seed of evil

I bitch and I cry

and out comes my wicked laugh

as in anger I see u fry

With a swirl of my black staff

I can bring your world to a stupendous halt

I am behind every brag every rumour,

made bloody with that tinge of crimson salt


Aaaah.. Now don't you enjoy my chocolaty humour??


As I temp and I seduce

with the flutter of an eye or the swish of a skirt

your desire comes alive like fire on melting ice

With dangers many I make you flirt

I make you dream the wildest dreams

(and with a quirk of my smile,)

your worst nightmares I bring to life

My favourite music is the symphony of your screams

My favourite gift is violence and strife

My red horns rest like twin cherries on my black head

(and fill your mind with lusciously forbidden thoughts)

my forked tail tickles your senses

before plunging deep into u, twisting till u fall dead


Aaah.. Now don't I hear you begging me to breach your fences??


The ink of blood runs through my clawtooth pen

Beauty and lies are my weapons of lore

So run little kitten as far as u can

my shadow will creep into any safe hole u bore


to say..


hello there..

I am your friendly neighbourhood devil

come to complete my sphere

of untainted evil



PS: Hello everyone!

don't forget to dedicate your pictures in the comments section of the previous post
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Say it with pictures

Recently, bloggerville was taken by storm by Mez's post on crush dedications.

It gave people a chance to express how they felt about their fellow bloggers and earned mez a whooping (and well deserved, for coming up with such a brilliant idea) 269 comments :D

personally I thought it was a lot of fun and spiced up the blogger scene and also added a bit of intrigue to a lot of lives (what with all those guessing games with all the anonymous comments ;) ;) :D)

This post gave me an idea.. since I love using pictures and personally think a picture can sometimes say a lot more than we can ever put into words, so, I have come up with my own version of the crush dedication and with mez's permission(it being an extention of her idea) here it is:

if there is any message you want to send to any co-blogger...it doesn't have to be a crush dedication or even something nice.. could be that you are pissed off with someone.. feel free to leave absolutely any kind of message in the comments section of this post

the only thing is this time, use pictures to say what you want to say

Use google or any other source to search for the image you think suits your thoughts or views and leave the link along with the name and link of the blogger you wish to dedicate that image to in the comments section of this post

i'll forward the message to the recipient through their comment sections

of course it will be preferable if you leave your name, but if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave an anonymous comment :)

and yes try to stick to images but if you want to supplement them with a few words you are most welcome

all in all, I hope we all enjoy this little adventure.. I am already soooooo excited

so I guess i'll just shut up and let the pictures do the talking :)

PS: sorry for having had to discontinue writing a daily post on my other blog.. but now I AM BACK WITH MY DAILY POSTS!! :)

Bicycle of life..

The watch on his hand struck 11:30 pm.
The street was empty as was expected in any small town at this ungodly hour.
She felt a sharp prick at the back of her hand as a spirited mosquito plunged its sharp suckers into his soft skin and drank its full
The street light flickered and then pooof.., it was gone, plunging them into a pale pearly world, where the full moon was a great overflowing beacon and the stars its tiny companions..
A single furrow of sweat flowed down his leg as he prepared to strike the pedal on the shiny black bicycle. She clutched him around the waist, her breath coming out in scared whispers, as she balanced precariously on the wobbly carrier. He pushed his foot forward and struck the pedal nervously. The bicycle lurched a little and they whooped as they almost lost their balance. But then his feet were kicking the pedal faster and off they went, two little kids learning to ride a bike again. The bike gained speed, and the breeze flew through their hair sweeping out the fear and the nervousness. It started with a giggle and then turned into a full bodied laugh as his guffaaw joined her tinkle, dangerously shaking their fragile little ride. But there was no stopping them as they took a graceful curve around the park, zigzagging on the milky road, whistling up at the dancing stars. He began singing an old romantic number for her, she blushed and lowered her head to his shoulder shyly, hugging him tighter and giving him a little peck. He whispered something to her and then they were both laughing again, completing their little circle around the dark dense park.. they got off the bike. He took her hand and raised it gently to his lips, sighing "you know, ever since I met you I have wanted to ride a bicycle, with you in the back holding on to me just like this.. finally.." She smiled up at him in that way only people in the first throes of love smile and they walked hand in hand back to the gate.. two people radiating young love's innocent pink glow..
She is 45 and he is 49 and they have been married for over 22 years.. and after all these years their love has only grown younger. They are crazier about each other than many of my "madly-in-love " young friends.. They are the reason I am such a hopeless romantic 'coz they are the reason I believe that one day I'll love someone just as crazily and be loved just as much in return.. they are my parents...

PS: Congos dad for finally having fulfilled your long due wish and for making it so perfect for mom and thanks both of you for making me realize how important the little things in life are and how fulfilling it is to let go of fear and doubt and to give ourselves so wholly to someone else. I love you both more than I can ever tell you..

playing the tag game :)

I have just had an extended lazy weekend at home and have loads of lazy thoughts and ideas dreamily swimmimg in the clear blue ocean of my mind's sky... but then my routerwala seems to have taken a pledge of not coming and fixing my net router so I am down to scavenging a few minutes in the lab class for my blog and what better way to spend it than to reply to long overdue tags

There are three tags that i am going to deal woth in this post

the first one was by IMPRESSIONIST and goes like this:

I had to write a six word memoir and this is it...

I am a...

"wild adventure in a crazy dream

The second tag was by d sinner and its a quessionare about me.. do i hear any complaints that i don't share personal stuff here?? :D :D :D

Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.

1. Name three most valuable assets?

a pencil, a diary and a well-stocked library(could be a lappy with a net conn in place of all three) (no i don't consider people as assets.. they are companions to be cared for and enjoyed.. not things to be used and valued for the level of assistance they can provide)
2. One truth in your life that haunts you every day?

The fact that no matter how hard I try or how much i want to rebel.. there are still too many strings holding me down.. too many gates I can never cross..
3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the four blog buddies you would take alongside with you?

hmmm.. I would love to take everyone 'coz each one has some unique characteristic that I never tire of studying, but if it has to be four.. it would be

Soup for her sheer joy of living.. there is such exuberance in her that she can make me smile and raise my spirits under any circumstances

Eternal optimista for being my guarding angel

Gonecase for being such an absolute darling all the time (and for his cooking abilities of course ;) ;) :P)

and reeta skeeter for being a great friend and such a lot of fun

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?

hmmm.... that would have to be the end of the universe and beyond and you bet i'll get there someday :D
5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?

hmm.... I know this sounds kiddish, but I wish i was a witch in Hogwarts amd a great one at that.. how about Ginny's sense of humour and her spirit combined with hermionie's brains??

6. Till now, what is the moment that you regret the most?
I know a lot of people say "life is too short for regrets", but I think they are just being dishonest, I think its ok to have regrets, as long as you don't spend the rest of your life wallowing in them and thus turning it into one big fat regret

as for my regrets.. I have quite a few, but the biggest one has to be not following a more artistic line of work and choosing to be an engineer just 'coz it was the safest bet even though I am convinced it is neither my destiny nor my field of talent

7.What are you afraid to lose the most?

My family, my freedom of choice and my imagination

8. What would you do if you found a briefcase full of money?

Try to get it to the rightful owner and if that's not possible then donate it (it doesn't belong to me and no i am not being a hypocrite)

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?

no I am tooscared of rejection and too egoistical and basically just want to be vooed(did i mention i am too romantic??) ... but that doesn't mean i won't give out signals and if he can't understand them then i am sure he is just not worth my time

10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.

neha.. well, I don't know her personally but from what I have read.. She is a talented writer, socially conscious (she deals beautifully with so many sensitive issues, i wish i could write socially relevant things like she does.. girl you really make a difference) and a caring and sensitive person :)
11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?

aaaaaaaaah now this is going to be a very very long list(why do you think I am still single?? ;P )

(i)must have a great sense of humour

(ii)and a ready wit

(iii)and a sense of freedom and self

(iv) should be able to understand and respect what i write

(v) should respect my individuality and should treat me like an equal

(vi) but should still cherish me like a princess

(vii) should be head over heels for me :D

(viii) should know how to cook (guys i am just being practical!!)

(ix) should have nothing agaist books or dogs

(x) and yes how can i forget, should have an active imagination and a great sense of adventure and should be an absolute romantic(else i doubt he could live with me)

PHEW!!! could add a few more but I guess this covers the essentials ;) :D

12. Which type of person do you hate the most?

Child abusers, religious fanatics, rapists, cheaters, people who look at life with rose coloured glasses, supposedly "perfect" people
13. What is your ambition?

To write a book that drives everyone crazy
14. My Question: If you were given the chance to have one super power.. what would it be and why?
hmm.. here I am confused between the ability to fly so that I can travel far and wide and explore and feel free
or the ability to be invisible, so that I could observe everyone unnoticed.. I think i'll chose the first one

15. For you life is?

The greatest epic adventure of all time, with you in the starring role

16. If you could do one thing different in life, what would it be?

I would have been nicer to my kid sis and more understanding towards my parents

17. Are you a shopaholic or no?

lets just say I can hardly wait for the time I'll be earning my own money so that I can spend it on all the books clothes and exotic things in the world

18. Which actress or actors you would like to be?

none.. I am a nautanki in my own right ;) :D

19 what touches you?

love, care, honesty, pain.. dogs

20. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?

yup.. I am going home!!! will be back on sunday

last but far from the least we have Craziest and Gonecase's tag which goes like this:
I have to think of 7 random facts about me... hmmm.. now lets see.. just about everything about me is random so how the hell am I suppose to narrow it down to 7??? :|

chalo try karein
1) I absolutely love writing, nothing gives me more peace or pleasure
2)I love walking alone on my terrace barefoot, at night with just the moonlight.. sometimes I dance there and sometimes I talk to myself, pretend i am a princess or a witch or an ancient warrior.. its the best time of my day
3) I love Hot chocolate fudge and all kinds of dark chocolates... they make me go mmmmmmm.. :)
4) I am lazy to the point of being a sloth
5) I have discovered an all new passion--badminton which I try to play every evening, it gives me a mighty high and helps fill the otherwise empty evening hours.
6) I also enjoy painting with poster colours and gifting the results to my poor friends (coz i am arguably the world's worst painter)
7) I find tattoos on the back very very sexy ;)

as for tagging... hmmm... i tag maverick, rohit, anuj with the memoir tag

impressionist, craziest , gonecase, vandita and ankur with the questionairre tag

soup with the random facts tag

The fluttering White curtains...

She got up from her bed, closed her eyes and waited for the song to start. As, the subtle beginning strains reached her ears, she raised her hands to feel his clasp them gently. He started by giving her body a gentle turn. She didn’t open her eyes, relying only on the sensations flowing between their bodies to synchronize their steps. The tempo of the song quickened and their dance paced to keep up. They were swirling in a smooth fluid whirlpool.

She felt herself being lifted, high up like a log on a wave crest, left twirling there for what seemed like an eternity, before being washed over to the beach down at his feet. One moment, he was the master, and she his trusting slave, following every command in his touch as she danced to his tune and the next second, she was the unforgiving mistress, driving him mercilessly to the tempo of her absolute ownership.

Her skirt billowed around her, like a fan in full motion as he whirled her out… then wrapped snugly around her legs like the closed petals of a virgin rose, as in one swift motion he twisted her body in.. his hands moving to her waist as her fingertips landed on his shoulders and her toe-tips on his.

The music softened midway and they moved slowly, moulded together. Then, her fingertips slipped over his rippling shoulders and her body moved away from him, but still joined to him by the toes. She let herself hang there, over the abyss, her head thrown back, her hair almost touching the ground, only his hands tightened over her wrists keeping her from going over. And then, in a jiffy, as the music reached its pitch, he had whipped her back from the edge, back into a moving flowing swimming universe.

Their bodies met like two liquids meeting in a mighty splash and then receded into their own corners in the aftermath, as the energy between them, rippled them apart. And then, she was again revolving faster than she ever had, her feet spinning out from her still toe tips. Her arms passed through his hold, like satin flowing out a hole.. till her fingertips met his and the electricity coursing through them, made hers swirl in their wake..

She felt his hand let go and for a moment her blind feet staggered uncertainly… then his hands were at her waist again and the confidence flowed back into her, as he spun her around like clay on a spinning wheel, till she rose gracefully to the crescendo, like an elegant pot rising from the bowl of mud… her hands clasped high above her head. Then, as the universe around them came to a boom and the rhythm crumbled into a million stars raining down, she too crumpled, just as beautifully, to her knees like a ballerina’s final bow, with his hands holding hers above the crown of her lowered head…

As the last strains of the music died, she rose slowly, uncreasing her sweaty pajamas and opened her eyes.. coming back to the empty room around her, still except for the plain white curtains fluttering gently at her window….