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  • Ram 1:35 pm on December 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: a plain haircut, Beauty salon, , , , Hair Care, Hairdresser, Hairstyle, , , , ,   

    Hairy tale 

    Anirudh went inside the newly opened hair salon near his house. The name ” Two Coins Hair Salon” attracted him. The salon was a week old and it was crispy clean. As Anirudh sat down on the first empty chair near the entrance, he saw three hairdresser’s rushing towards him to claim him as their own for the next half an hour. After a small fight, a lean guy won the battle and took position behind him.

    “Sir, only haircut or…….?” . ” Yes, a plain haircut, medium at the top and very close behind the neck and sides ” said Anirudh. ” OK Sir “.

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    ” Sir, your hair is slightly rough. When did you last shampoo?”  ” Four day’s ago” said Anirudh. The dresser started cutting a few strands of hair near his neckline and said ” Sir, we have a special ayurvedic shampoo called medmix. It’s very effective and cheap. It’s just 1200 Rupees. ”

    ” I see “. ” Sir, there are so many black spots on your forehead, and nose. We have a golden facial treatment. Just try it. No one will recognize you. It will make you so fair. Sir, you also have a double chin, which is not so good for your age. We have a special aloe vera chin massage. It’s quite cheap. Just 1500 Rupees. Sir, we have a ………..”  ” Please stop ” said Anirudh, and took out a sheet of paper from his pocket and gave it to him. The hairdresser was taken aback. It read “ DO NOT DISTURB . I have tried all the above hair treatments, golden facial’s and face massages. I am fed up of all this fuss over a simple haircut for which I came here. So please keep quiet and do your work.”

    The hairdresser nodded and continued, in silence.

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    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

    This time your entry must contain, ‘Do Not Disturb’

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  • Ram 3:51 pm on December 15, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Bipolar disorder, , , College Life, , , , gulmohar tree, Hallucination, , , ragging, schizophrenia, Schizophrenia Research, ,   

    Under the Gulmohar tree 

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    Mukund, was on his third lap of his morning jog at the park. He felt that he was being watched but couldn’t figure out from where. In a flash he turned his gaze at a Gulmohar  tree, and there he was. A very familiar face. He altered his direction and sprinted towards the tree. The other guy was turning his face away and Mukund was moving in a circle, and he stopped. He felt a shock and a jolt when he saw Easwar,  his senior at college.

    He rewound five years. Then he played the movie in his mind. Easwar was the arrogant bully who made him run errands at college. He had done so many unlawful things for him in the guise of ragging. Mukund was also arrested once, for carrying illegal drugs for Easwar and his friends.

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    Mukund wanted peace. The only way to get that was to finish college without any arrears and escape from this bully. Everyday was a night mare, for Mukund, since he could not share this with his parents or friends. It was because Easwar’s uncle was their college correspondent.

    “How did you know I was working in this city? I am now married. Please leave me alone.” Mukund pleaded and sobbed with his head down. Gone. Easwar had vanished. He might have come there just to intimidate Mukund. Feeling better, he drove back home and told all  that had happened to his wife Kamini. ” I caught him looking at me.”  Kamini listened patiently and hugged him and said ” Things are going to be alright. Take your day off. Let’s go out.”

    The next morning Mukund was jogging, and he saw Easwar again. This time he did a sensible thing. He called Kamini and said ” Come fast. I will keep him busy till you come.” Then he persuaded Easwar to sit down on a nearby bench , and he started his chat. He was furious and he used so many expletives at Easwar, driving him and the passers-by, crazy.

    Kamini was at the park in ten minutes. She could see her husband chatting even from a distance as far as the entrance gate. As she came closer, she stopped walking and stood in silence. Mukund was busy chatting. But there was no Easwar there. He was talking to the bench.

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    This post is a part of write over the weekend, an initiative for indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. This time your entry must contain ‘I caught him/her looking at me.’

    Schizophrenia can be cured. Handle them with care.  Image credit – Naturenursery.in

     
  • Ram 12:50 pm on December 10, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Aam Aadmi, Arvind Kejriwal, Delhi, , , , New Delhi election   

    An Uncommon Victory 

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                         A A P

    Place :                                                 New Delhi

    Date  :                                                 8.12.2013

    How  :                                                Broom Stick

    Result  :                                             A  NEW  SWEEP

     

     

    image credit : http://www.ibtimes.co.uk/

     
  • Ram 2:58 pm on December 8, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , kollywood, PASS contest, protest against smelly stubble, Sharukh Khan, , tamil hero's   

    Start Action 

    ” Shot ready “. Kollywood’s most famous director Anil Rathnam whispered in his inimitable style. Anil, clad in jeans and a white shirt looked more like a professor, than a typical Director. His favorite heroine Vaishali was escorted preciously out of her caravan, like a foreign dignitary and made to sit comfortably next to him. She was looking as gorgeous as ever and her skin was glittering in the sun. The whole unit looked at her as she carried herself with grace that made Anil to continue with her in his sixth film.

    Anil’s assistants were giving the final touches to the lavish dance set in which they were preparing to shoot the first scene. ” Anil Sir, Is the new face not yet ready. I just cant believe this. What the ….? It is his first day of shooting and this fellow, Ragubav….what bav, OK .. Ragav . Does he want us to wait for him. Is he Sharukh Khan?  ” Hey”. ” Relax Vaish”. ” Relax. I may be the trendsetter in low lighting, but today I’ve done something totally new. Just watch.”, said Anil.

    The company car arrived, and out stepped Ragav. Vaishali nearly jumped out of her seat and was gasping for breath. She stood up, then, ran and kissed Anil on his forehead, then went straight to Ragav. She stood silently for a few seconds. His clean-shaven look bowled her over. Then she hugged him and kissed him on his cheeks, forehead and was all over his face. Ragav was totally embarrassed by this attention.

    Anil continued ” Vaish, of late, Kollywood’s heroes don’t need a razor as most of them are running around with smelly beards. I decided enough is enough. I am introducing a new face with a clean shave.”

    Anil cheered his unit – “OK guys, Start Sound.”

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    Garima shrivastava nag , amarnaik.com , ( Amar ) 

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    This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.We’re here with the biggest and most interesting activity for bloggers where you write a post with a minimum of 200 words and maximum of 300 words using either “I hate that smelly stubble” or “His(My) clean shaven look bowled me(her) over”and weave a creative story around it.
     
  • Ram 12:19 am on December 8, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , female child, , , , say yes to a girl child, , ,   

    The Scooterist 

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    It was a Sunday morning. The door bell went on for a minute, till Mukesh ran all the way downstairs to open the door.The apartment security guard was standing there with a puzzled look. “Sir, there is a parcel for you. A scooterist came two minutes back and delivered it. But..”    “What ?”

    “But Sir, before I could ask his name he vanished. I got scared, so I have kept the parcel  safely inside my cabin, Please come.” Mukesh was annoyed at the fuss and followed the guard to his cabin.  He grabbed the parcel and walked towards his apartment. He saw a note pasted at the side. ” Call  9633430022 “.

    He called the number. ” I was surprised to see a parcel with my name on it . Who are you? ” Open it ” said the male voice. Mukesh opened the parcel cover, Then he opened the lid. His skin grew pale in shock.

    ” Mr. Mukesh, I know what you did yesterday evening. It’s a promise. It will be a secret between us. Your identity will not be revealed and this will be forgotten now. But on one condition. Promise me that it will not happen again.”  Mukesh was crying loudly now. ” Sorry, Sorry, I promise you. What a foolish thing I have done.” Mukesh disconnected the phone and hugged his three-day old baby daughter. He and his wife were expecting a son and since it was a girl, he left her inside a dustbin at a lonely street corner. The scooterist had followed him and united them.

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    This post is a part of write over the weekend, an initiative for indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. This time your entry must contain, “ I was surprised to see a parcel with my name on it.”

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    • Abhra Pal 6:12 am on December 11, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Though you have taken a good theme, but I am sorry to say that there are a number of loopholes in the story and confusing the reader….

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      • Ram 7:43 pm on December 11, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Hmm, I wanted to keep the suspense till the end Abhra. Thank you.

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  • Ram 5:29 pm on December 1, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: archangel, , , , , devta, hourglass figure, , , , indian meditation guru, meditation, , , , , yoga   

    An Hourglass Figure 

    imagesGuru Hemchand’s secretary gently opened the CD player and inserted a CD. After a few seconds, “Aum…mmmmmmm” , the enchanting  sound filled the huge hall. When “Aum” is chanted in a chorus, it fills the air, and like tranquil waves, the mind becomes calm and relaxed. The hall was  filled with mostly Westerners and Indians, who closed their eyes and started to feel one with this chant. This early morning session was eagerly awaited by many guests, hmm…… followers, no, disciples……No no. Hemchand didn’t like to tag them with any of these words. They were all like his friends.

    Vedhika, who was in her late twenties, married with a son, joined this meditation course two weeks before. She opted to join here because this centre was close to her house and she could just walk, meditate, then walk back home. It sounded easy.   Hemchand was more like a corporate consultant, than a guru. He didn’t have any assistants washing his feet, or people bowing before him. Nor did he have pictures of him plastered all around the place. He spoke when needed. But his mind was razor-sharp, very disciplined and mature. The westerners liked this aspect, since they didn’t have to bother with arrival and departure. No signatures were asked and  no registers were maintained. Above all, the whole course was free. Hemchand was in his mid forties, and had withdrawn from a successful career as a lawyer in the US. This meditation centre was his baby for the past five  years and he had enough money to just sleep in his “easy chair” for the rest of his life. But his mechanical life in the US, taught him the importance of human values, love and relationship. He decided to pack his bags and go back to India.

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    Vedhika’s presence at the centre, was watched with envy and irritation by the administrators and participants. She had an hourglass figure, and dressed mostly in sarees, with very low-cut blouses. She daily wore a strong “Bvlgari Jasmin Noir” perfume. It had notes of pink pepper, bergamot and Jasmine and it was the jasmine that stood out most. The overall effect was provocative, sexy, and alluring.  All other participants would be dressed appropriately, but Vedhika intentionally concentrated to draw attraction, rather, cause distraction. After a few days, her presence started to become an eyesore to everyone because she always appeared to talk in length about meditation, vibration and yoga to others, though she always appeared fidgety and restless.

    Hemchand studied Vedhika from the day she arrived. He noticed all her flaws, and being a psychic, he knew what she was up to. That day, during the class, Vedhika posed some weird questions to Hemchand. She said ” Sir, I have been meditating for nearly three months and my kundalini is not rising. I have not heard any bell sounds, and no “Devta” has appeared in my vision, as promised by you. I came here to witness all these.” “Please wait” Hemchand interrupted. ” Please meet me in my room later, where your questions will be answered. ”

    Vedhika was pleased. She was waiting for such a moment. After the class got over, she was asked to come inside the private room of Hemchand. She went inside and sat down on the broad, yellow floor mat. ” Vedhika , I am sorry. Meditation is not what you think. It is beyond thinking. There are no expectations here.” Hemchand laughed, and continued. ” Bell sounds, Archangels and Devtas are not servants to appear at our will. It is they who decide when to appear, and to whom to appear. It doesn’t matter if they appear or not. It is the great cleansing process which we are doing daily, shedding all our garbage out of our system, which is important. For some it takes minutes, for some it takes years. I presume your married life is not in order. Your husband is not devoting any attention on you because he is busy with his work. So, you are trying to garner attention with your skimpy dressing. Actually you are an innocent victim of this mechanical life pattern. I suggest you bring your husband to me, to have a chat. This can be sorted out easily.

    Tears were rolling from Vedhika’s round cheeks. She thought, how did this idiot know about their married life? She then stood up and thanked Hemchand. ” Sorry Guru, I am sorry to have asked so many questions. My husband is returning from the US next week. I promise, we will come together, to meet you. Thank you.

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    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

    Every weekend, we give out creative writing topics for the love of writing.

    This time your entry must contain the three words idiot, perfume and CD.

    hourglass sari photo credit – utsavfashion.in.  Lotus pose, photo credit – flexifitness.runningcoachsg.com  Bvlgari Jasmin Noir – http://www.kraseybeauty.com/

     
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