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Man who never died!


I had imagined this day in my head numerous times, I thought I wouldn’t be able to stop crying, crying till the time my stomach felt sick, till my body had nothing else left to spare.

 But I didn’t.

 He was gone, and all I did was sigh!


 As I replaced the receiver, I felt relieved. At least, He wont be bothered any more!

 I should have cried, bawled, for he was gone!

 I was mad at GOD, not for taking him but for the life he made him live and the way he made him die.

 I know he probably wasn’t the greatest father or may be the strongest human being, but he was the best Grand father in the whole wide world.

 He was the single most pleasant memory of my otherwise sick childhood. He was the one who turned me to books and story world.

 No one knew him like I did and all those secrets and stories were left in between, still waiting to be told.

 The oldest story he ever told me was his first childhood memory.

 How his mother had managed to bring him up, after his father’s sudden death. How the poverty was as common as a cheese burger today and staying alive was a miracle, no less.

His school days were magical! There were stories, of classmates haunted by past lives, strange animals and restless souls.  The teachers seemed like character out of different time and learning seemed like so much fun.

 I remembered how he told me about his Uncles and sisters.

How he missed my grandmother so very much.

He had lost his young wife – she was gone, even before he could know, she was sick.

He lost his eldest son at the age of 16, but he couldn’t say, he was hurt.

His faith in GOD was miraculous, I often argued with him, for not being there for my mother, and he would nod  and leave me to fuss.

He was always carrying my youngest cousin around as he was polio struck. He never complaint for having to nurse him or for when he kicked.  I didn’t understand why he did it, it wasn’t really his job.

He was this kindest, down to earth soul who never let any thing get to his head.

When I saw him suffer from throat cancer, I couldn’t help it, I was so angry with GOD, I know every one is going to die, why couldn’t he take him with less pain. He lost his voice, but we still shared our stories, I watched him fade away.

I remember asking GOD what was the point of his life, was he here to live a curse just like ‘Devrath‘?

It took me a while to find my answers as I was just a child myself. I saw myself growing and with each day, I looked more like my oldest crush! I couldn’t believe that out of all his offspring’s, his grandkids, I was the chosen one, who took after him. Even though he has been gone for more than a fifteen years now, but in me he will always live!

** Image is of Mary Pickford, thankfully borrowed from, http://elizs.tumblr.com/post/16006704518/legrandcirque-mary-pickford-writing-at-a-desk


Stepping Up!


Last year, I read Chicken soup for writers soul. The book is amazing and leaves you with a lot to think about. Even though the book was filled with stories from all sorts of writers, but one just stood out to me. I do not remember the name of the writer or the fine details, but I remember, that her mother used to make up tons of stories for them, she used to tell them about the books she will write someday, never really penning a word.

That’s really how it is with me all the time. On most average days, I pan out about three to four stories in my awake hours, all in my head,  sadly enough hardly any of them ever make it to the paper.

Why do I do that?

Is it just because I am too lazy?

Or am I afraid, that I wont be able to do justice to the concept, it deserves?

Regardless of the reasons, I feel its time to change my ways, without caring about the out come, I will just type away every story that is crying out loud to be told,  for any one who cares.

**Image is work of  Neathasha Neat Pieces, and has been thankfully borrowed from her on line portfolio.  

Sex, Porn and Talent


The other day, I was talking to my girlfriends and topic of Sex came up. Now, if I was back home, it sure would have given me the “Stoned” effect, however I think, being in Netherlands changes things.

Conversation grew more and more personal and after digging through every ones bedroom and libido upside down, we moved on to discussing Porn.


The mere word makes me jump a little and causes me to look over my shoulder.

Well, on my confession of disliking the usual Porn videos and stuff, so many kind souls stepped up to rescue me.

“May be you haven’t seen the good kinds.”, one of them beamed. 

“Right, You just don’t know where to find the right stuff, I will send you a few links.” Other offered. 

“The shop on the XXX Street is good too!”


(followed by that great silence, for the desired effect)

“we all have different tastes, may be you don’t know yours yet.” I heard the new voice, that didn’t belong to our table.

We had almost forgotten that our order had arrived and our conversation had hooked our waitress too.


“Now, don’t make us beg you to enlighten us.”

Luckily, it dint take any persuasion from our end to keep the information flowing….

“Well there are kinds of Porn, Motion, Still Pics, Cartoons, and Stories, may be this boring soul here may like to try something other than the usual Hot movies…”

and that’s where it all begun!

Now, i am not saying that, that chatty afternoon changed my life for good or any thing, but I do dig good stories, so off I went….

You wouldn’t believe how much crappy fantasies people have on the internet, but after days  of hard work (mostly my pleasure), I found a few that I just can’t keep to myself.

There are few writers that can make you like even the worst nightmares of any healthy, sane person, just by the power of narration.

No wonder, good stuff can be found anywhere regardless of the place and time.

Check out….


Name is Furry Bert and man this woman can write.

Even though, I hate the idea of non consensual Sex, but this girl made me want some too…

The way she wrote the story, full of violence yet a love story just around the corner waiting to happen. No matter how cliché  the idea of falling in love with your hunter might be, I still loved the way she wrote it.

I was so impressed by few of her stories that I had to know more about the writer herself, I checked a bit and found the same person has published one of her good stories as an e-book too. Now that’s SOME work.


Name is MS_Girl23

Man this girl can write… better than any Sidney Sheldon Novel, I have ever read!

No matter how dirty the place gets, there is always a Gem ready to shine through, I hope to read More of Furry Bert and MS_Girl23 stuff and not just on the naughty side of the internet.



May be, I am the kind of person who likes to see whole lot of small things, behind all the big nothings.

May be, I just want to fish a story or make one up in an empty space… but doesn’t   that make you feel so young and alive! Just like, being five all over again. Not so long ago, in moment of heat, I was told that ‘I am a spoiled eight year old with no sense of reality and who thinks this world is nothing but Cinderella’s big pumpkin.’

Well, in my defense, I would like to differ. I don’t think I am 8 years old, I am Five and I like it that ways.

Today, let’s just take a look at a place we all go for the stories – Blogs. Random Blogs!

I like the colorful, sensible yet fascinating blogging world, better than the real deal.  However, when ever I come across a blog, that has been estranged by his once proud owner, a sense of sadness takes me over. It’s like those beautiful left alone housing buildings. Don’t they spook you just a little? I mean, what does it take for one, to just get up one day and leave, Never coming back! I am sure it takes more than a day to leave a life behind!

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In  the world of blogs, we see lives, its like a whole new planet out here…

And there are so many of them, not just on wordpress, they are just there, one day thriving with amazing images, words, recipes, songs, secrets and then… well there is not another date.

It makes me sad.

If you have left someone/Blog behind, please come back, cause its waiting for you, right where you left it.

***These images are thankfully taken from http://hermuddysocks.wordpress.com/2012/01/02/abandoned/ 

A friend, who also inspired me to write this, cause i miss her in her blogging world.