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  • Ram 3:04 pm on April 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    The Waiting Room 

    imagesPriyanka was all drowned in sweat. She was perspiring. God! What had happened to her? It was spine chilling cold in her  air-conditioned office. The office, that  she was so used to, day and night. Rather,day shifts and night shifts for four years till now. Life hasn’t been the same when she landed on this job after graduation. An IT career, her parents dreamt of. Infosys was her dream, for a girl from a far away smaller city like Salem. She got what she wanted. Her parents pushed her out of the house as soon as she graduated, and talked with pride about their daughter, to all their relatives. ” You know, my daughter Priyanka is at Infosys. We are looking for a handsome bridegroom.Horoscope work is in progress” her Dad would say this to his cousins when they came home. Her mother would have a proud grin always, as if she had won a lottery. Priyanka’s pals were taking their afternoon break, and here, she was all alone staring at her blank PC screen.

    She was a goody-goody girl so far. Just casual chats, no serious stuff with any guy until yesterday. Rahul. Yes. Rahul was the guy who was causing all this sweat. The tall and handsome Rahul, whom everyone at office was willing to kiss in public. Her friends at office would jump into his lap once he arrived, and sip coffee with him for hours together and exchange pizza bites just to taste his lips. This would happen so often that, Priyanka would get annoyed and would just close her eyes when he arrived and concentrate on her laptop. Rahul had called her yesterday and asked her for a date. At first she just froze. Why me. She wasn’t close at all. It was surprising that he got her number. There were so many cute girls waiting to jump into his car. She was not “Fair and Lovely”. She was above average, but presentable. Ok..She was different. Rahul had asked her to wait at the lounge at the ” Tonic Bar ” at 7 pm. She felt odd. She was there a couple of times with her friends, but wasn’t familiar with the place. It was close to her office, though. It was 6, now and couldn’t take it anymore. Waiting here was the same as waiting at the Lounge. ” Why not be there early, so that this whole thing would get over soon” she thought. She took a break, and took out a few cleansing wipes and touched her face. It was so cool. Refreshing.

    She left her office quickly, before she got confused. So if it’s going to be Rahul, why not. It was only the girls who were after him. He was not. He just chatted. That’s it. He was smart, handsome and if it’s me, he will be my trophy. The Tonic Bar was a small place. Mostly the IT crowd flocked there. Noise and laughter mixed with hiccups was all one could hear. She took a comfortable sofa and dropped down. The graffiti in the wall in front of her was screaming red. She told the guy who came to take orders, that a friend is coming in half an hour and she will wait until then. The guy smiled, and left. It’s so scary to be in a bar without drinking she felt. So many guys and girls were talking the truth. After a couple of shots, it was “truth time”. True emotions, feelings, lies, bullshit, all poured out in each table. She felt like recording the conversation’s, because she knew it would all change the next morning. She set her gaze, moving her eyes all around. “Holy cow”. It was Rahul. What the… What is he doing at that corner table she thought. It was only 6.30 and here he was, talking to a waiter , so close to his ears and pointing his finger to a cocktail glass on the table. The waiter nodded his head vigorously and Rahul smiled and pressed something into his hands. The waiter was over joyed. Why didn’t he call her and tell her that he would be early. Her mobile vibrated now and started dancing in her handbag.

    It was Rahul. ” Hi. Priyanka, Sorry , I will be a bit late. Be there at 7.30 at the lounge. OK. I’m at my cousins place. Damn. This traffic is annoying” he said. “I will be there soon”. Wow. He had mastered the art of bluffing. She was screaming inside but concealed it elegantly. He was a con guy. So, Mr.Rahul was right here, and was giving her the “cake”. She quickly gathered her thoughts.  His waiter buddy was busy chatting with him. Her heart was fluttering but  she was smart enough to understand, the finger signal by Rahul. They were planning to spike her drink when she arrived. May be after a few rounds. Then….Then, he might even carry her to his car and head straight . Straight to his apartment, or a Hotel. Who knows? Her heart was racing now. It was worth the wait. She was lucky to be early. Early enough, to know the real Rahul. She quickly, but silently got up, turned her head slowly, and dashed her way to the exit. She wasn’t noticed at all. The dim lights came to her help. The wait was finally over. wowbadge______________________________________________________________________________________________ This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. This week’s WOW prompt is – ‘The Waiting Room’ Waiting rooms are a pretty common sight, being ever present in many places. In the doctor’s office, at train or bus stations, at airports or in universities. You might have been directed to a waiting room before your interviewer was ready to meet you. Waiting rooms not just denote a halt, but also a transition, don’t you think? What are the stories that can take place in a waiting room? Write a superb blog post on ‘The Waiting Room’ as soon as you can, because we can’t wait to see your entry!

     
    • Viyoma 11:39 am on April 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Interesting…dark side of the charming professional. The character of Priyanka is well sketched.

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  • Ram 8:30 pm on August 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    You are watching 

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    “You are watching the news hour tonight, and with you is……………..” Click. Enough I thought. I shut off the TV and threw the remote on the bed. It was 11pm on August 14th, and the nation was waiting to hear the PM’s Independence Day speech the next day. “No news is good news”, I mumbled. The mindless chatter of spokesperson’s  from various party’s went on their usual daily grind, throwing daggers at one another. Wasn’t this a daily spectacle conducted by most of the TV channels? Gosh. What a waste of time!

    I switched on the FM radio to catch up with some late night melodies. From one idiot box to another music box, if I may call it. Nowadays melodies have been cast aside for the 11 clock slot, when the nation sleeps. I tried a few FM stations patiently and settled down for 97.2. The slow Tamil numbers from the 1980’s were like lullaby’s. I was half asleep….” Vikram. “Vikram”. A clear and bold female voice jolted me as I woke up and opened the door. To my surprise there was no one. I wondered, if it was the ” news effect”. I knew it. Seeing so many channels I felt a bit confused I thought. Again the voice “Vikram”… This time I knew the source. It was from the FM radio. I felt dizzy. I went close to the speaker and listened. ”

    The voice said ” Vikram, this is Mother India”. What ? I jumped. ” Yes, It’s me, Vikram, she said. Don’t you idiots know that this is the sixty-seventh year of our independence. I am fed up of seeing so many channels  showing the flag hoisting on independence day, year after year, state after state. All you guys just assemble and salute the flag for a day and then carry on to do your lousy work. It’s sixty-seven long years Vikram.  I thought you guys would take this wonderful country to a place of envy. You say you have so many cell phones, set-top boxes, TV sets, online shopping, so many new cars on the road. It’s of no use.

    I have chosen you Vikram, to voice my outburst. You are going to be my knight in shining armor. You will be bestowed with special powers from me. I am going to give you the power to implement policies, change the rule book, implement new ideas, build bridges, lay new roads, hmm.. you will be armed with all the knowledge to govern this beautiful country. You are the chosen one. So don’t waste time sleeping. Wake up to a new tomorrow and be ready to hear me everyday, same time, in the same FM channel. It’s Mother India broadcasting to you and only you. See you tomorrow

    I pinched himself. Ouch. It was real. What the sh…? Am I the chosen one. Out of so many millions. I safely unplugged the radio and kept it inside my desk, my hands shivering with excitement, waiting for 11 pm tomorrow.

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  • Ram 2:34 pm on May 9, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    A Bright Summer Day 

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    This time we’re having at a mother’s day special! Your post must contain the word MOM and you have just 5 sentences to complete your story.

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

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  • Ram 12:03 pm on April 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Nameless Island 

    Lalith Gyaneshwar  buys an Island in Bahamas to make it nameless“…

    “The headlines screamed and echoed in as Vikram read the “Times of India”, this morning. What the heck is wrong with this guy? Buying an Island is not an everyday joke. It seemed cranky as he read further with curiosity. ” Lalith Gyaneshwar, the well-known NRI businessman from India will hereafter call himself LG. He has purchased this island to keep it nameless. Yes. He has invited people from all walks of life to be a part of this virgin island. He has offered them beautiful luxury villas with all amenities one can dream of at a reasonable price. The only million dollar condition is that people inhabiting it will be nameless. They would be known only through their initials. There would be no religion nor any religious activity on the island. They will be allowed to follow their own religion inside their mind, and let me say that again inside their mind only.

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    It will be an out and out a non religious society, with no names. Quite funny. LG ( Lalith Gyaneshwar ) wanted it this way. He wanted to keep religion and the communal forces from interfering with people in their everyday affairs. It will be just human interaction…..”

    Vikram closed the paper and his mind wandered with so many things. Crazy guy this LG, he thought. Then he laughed for a second. If India can think of this…. “God.” A land of many castes, divisions, religions, taking its toll in our daily life. From Kindergarten to a government job…So many names, so many states, so many communities….Mind boggling.

    Vikram smiled as he stood up, and wished LG all the best for a different cause.


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    Write Over the Weekend theme for this week

    Invent a hot and sensational news headline and write a story about it this weekend.

    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. Every weekend, we give out creative writing themes to rekindle the love of writing in all you creative writers. Island image – businessinsider.com

     

     

     
  • Ram 3:08 pm on March 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Students ! 

    Location – A remote countryside school for the aged in northern India.

    Synopsis – A new and young English teacher, Mr. Rahul arrives from Mumbai to teach a batch of twenty students between the age of sixty to seventy.

    Rahul : Good morning to all of you. This is my first day at this school. I understand that you are all very nice, good and obedient students. That’s what, Mr.Panicker, your correspondent told me. You have all been in this class for a month. So, let me begin by testing your knowledge. Hmm. Your name Sir. ” I am Pramod, Masterji “, he answered. OK Pramod, come here and write the word KNOWLEDGE on this board. ” Me, Me, Me. Masterji.” There was a chorus in the class, but Pramod ran faster with the chalk piece, towards the board.

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    He wrote a really big ” NOWLEDGE”, on it. Rahul laughed. So, where is the K, in the word. Pramod said ” Masterji, how can there be a K in this word. Not necessary. It is Nowledge. See ” Nonsense, Nomad, Naughty”. All these words have no K. Rahul got irritated and said ” Students, we can’t change the grammar according to our will. So don’t write your own grammar. This word begins with the letter K. Understand. The class shouted in unison. ” No, No. It is not correct. You are a cheater teacher. You don’t know English. Let’s do the same thing, what we did to Pandey.Come friends. ”

    They ran to Rahul, and turned him upside down and tied him on the ceiling fan. Rahul was pleading for help. His mobile rang, and he answered it with great difficulty. ” Help. Help. What? Are you waiting for me in the class. But I am already in a class in the town street. What? It’s on the north town street. Why didn’t you be clear. Then what class is this. Oh God!

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

    This time we’re aiming at making it more creative! Your post must contain a text conversation ending with someone saying “k”.

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  • Ram 10:55 pm on February 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    The Debut 

    Pyarelal was breaking his head, inside his air-conditioned recording studio. He had beads of perspiration running all over his forehead. Still, no magic was happening. He had exhausted all his ideas in the morning and sent the CD to his director Ajay Panicker, but,  Ajay did not pick a single tune from the CD.

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    He normally would call his music director and chat over a glass of beer. But today, he played the CD at home, and found it useless. He called Pyarelal and used harsh words. No one talks to Pyarelal in that way since he was a ” name ” in the music industry and in business for nearly twenty years. Pyarelal felt miserable, because Ajay was a director with only three movies, but all of them were mega hits, and his value was sky-high now. Irritating him would be disastrous. He had worked with legends, but times have changed now, he thought. Melody was out. If the lyrics were understood and audible, then it would be much worse. The whole song should be disguised intelligently. The digital age. Ha. His mind was racing. He had one option and only one option. He pulled the second draw in his cabinet and pulled out a CD. The cover read ” Demo by Arjun”.

    He called Arjun at once. “Arjun. You must be happy to hear this. Your tune is going to be born, but,  I am ashamed to tell you this. The tune will be in my name.  The whole world will be listening to it. Arjun. Don’t lose heart. Your day will come and the world will know. Thanks for your CD, and thanks again for agreeing to keep it that way.” Pyarelal was now a relieved man. He knew this tune will go through. He felt guilty, but, the only solace being, the secret remained.

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  • Ram 4:03 pm on February 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Pssst 

    “First Aid Box. Check. Knife. Check. Spectacle Case. Check.”  OK fine. Got you all guys. Now, off we go. Pratap stored the items neatly in his backpack and ran to the privacy of his room. He made sure to bolt the door securely, and then switched on a single lamp. He opened the cupboard and took out a dark blue yoga mat and spread it neatly on the writing desk. He has done this before but today was going to be slightly different. He smiled for a while, and then opened the backpack and placed the first aid box, knife and the spectacle case on the mat, one by one.

    He then spoke softly. ” Guys, Come to LIFE. Come to LIFE……….” After a minute he could see the objects moving. Pratap was a psychic having a weird quality of conversing with any object. He claimed objects have life too. He tried to talk about this to his friends, but was ridiculed and laughed at, in College. After which he kept these experiments to himself. The first aid box was the jovial of the lot and whispered ” At your command Sir “. The knife and the spectacle case shouted in chorus ” At your command Sir “.

    hearingPratap was highly thrilled. ” OK, guys. Who do you think is the most important object among you. “Of course it’s me” said the first aid box.”I have everything inside me, in case of an emergency. “Ha Ha, you do. Do you?” said the knife. “Until I move an inch there won’t be any work for you, dumb box.” shouted the knife.

    ” Wait, Wait. What’s the fuss all about” said the spectacle case. He then whistled and said ” Come on baby”. Out came a pair of spectacles from the draw and climbed onto the table. Pratap was engrossed in hearing and watching this. ” So we are the most important here. Without us you cannot see a damn thing. ” Pratap was smiling again. ” Tak Tak”. Someone was knocking the bedroom door. Pratap shoved all the objects inside the backpack and rushed to open the door.

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    image from http://www.hcplive.com   This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

    This time we’re aiming at making it more creative! You have to write a post starting with ‘First Aid Box. Check. Knife. Check. Spectacle Case. Check.’

     
  • Ram 3:53 pm on January 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    and the winner is … 

    Sharmila adjusted her car’s rear view mirror and surveyed her face. A quick check for black spots, excess oil and over make-up. “Wow! I look cool na. Dinesh will surely like me na. She turned and looked at Kamini. ” “Why are you so tense? I’m the one who is going to meet him. Cheer up Kamini.” “Hmm, that’s right Sharmi. I’m a bit nervous in accompanying you. You should have gone alone to meet him. You just pulled me out of my bed and see how I look. A cotton churidar is all I got to wear in such short notice. I have not even completed my nail polish. You look so cool in that, black, body hugging dress. Dinesh is just going to fall flat when he sees you.” Kamini tapped her head with a wry smile.

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    “Kamini, don’t forget you are the connecting link. When Dinesh came to our office last week, you spent an hour talking to him and convincing him for the marriage. His parents wanted a bride from Mumbai, but you spoke with them and later with Dinesh. I’m going to miss you after marriage da. Please drop in to meet me often. Kamini smiled.

    They reached Dinesh’s apartment, and went inside. Dinesh looked awesome  in a white kurta and jeans. ” Hi Dinesh, sorry to keep you waiting” said Sharmila. ” “Here is your present, as promised.” Sharmila took Kamini’s hand and joined it with Dinesh’s. Her eyes were moist. ” What is going on?” Kamini shouted.

    “Kams, Dinesh sent me a sms last week saying that he was in love with you. He fell flat for you and not me. I cried the whole night thinking how this could happen to me. I felt shattered but I liked his frankness. What if this had happened after our marriage. You are my best friend Kamini and I have kept my promise in bringing you here. ”

    Kamini could hardly believe this, as she saw Sharmila walking  away hurriedly towards her car.

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    This is a post for Blogadda “Write Over the Weekend” theme for this week

    This time your entry must contain the three words – rear view mirror, nail polish and awesome.

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  • Ram 1:35 pm on December 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    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
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    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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