Month: April 2014

No (Z)eal anymore

It took me a while to figure this out, that
The heart which had bled to death
And the brain which had lost its sanity
Wasn’t for a sane cause
It was for the lost unacknowledged purpose
The love, which never was mine
What was left a soulless body
With no heart and a brain to control
Such is my state now, withered and wounded.

** This post is written for us for letter ‘Z’ by Kripali who blogs at Sumptuous Living


The (Y)elling

She yelled
He yelled
They yelled
The thoughts yelled
The emotions yelled
The mouth yelled
The tears yelled
The hands yelled
The brain yelled too
But the heart had decided to go silent
For forever, for its own good.

** This post is written for us for letter ‘Y’ by Kripali who blogs at Sumptuous Living

(W)ierd Dreams

The path of chocolate chip cookies

Crossing the rivers of maple syrup

The mountain clad in whipped cream

And the island made of icecream

The buildings that were chocolate, the dark and the white

I wished to taste every bit of that place

But shaken badly by my colleague

To wake me up

As I was smiling while taking that nap on my office desk

It was tea time for sure.

**Note : This post is written for us for letter ‘W’ by Kripali who blogs at Sumptuous Living 

(V)ote For A Rate?

Back then in my school days April and May were the months when we get ‘Exam Fevers’. Times have changed and for the past 6 years it is ‘IPL Fever’. This year in addition to the IPL Fever the ‘Election Fever’ is going viral. I am one of these modern youths who get to know about most of the social affairs and recent trends from Facebook than from Google or Newspapers. These days from a movie review to an election campaign everything is going social media based. Of course, the social media has become a very useful and sensational way to reach to the audience; from a school kid to a grand mom everyone is using Facebook these days. Therefore logically marketing or promoting via FB sounds sane and wise.

However, what bothered me in the recent times were few posts and ads by FB Fan Pages which stated “Show your inked finger, get a free …” My FB newsfeed was flooded by these posts that made me curious and I opened one of these links. It was very simple, all we got to do is register our name and contact details in the form provided, vote in our area to any party of our choice, and then show our Voters’ ID and the inked finger to the franchise nearby our vicinity and claim the reward (as they call it). The prize, reward, or freebie ranged from a meal voucher to a spa voucher amongst others.

I was seriously wondering what exactly these brands are going to gain by making us vote by giving these freebies. Firstly, their online presence increases as we visit their page often to know about the offers or freebies, also we share their posts with our friends online that gets them a new set of audience or fans. Secondly, they get a good image on the media and amongst their customers as they are promoting a social cause (voting, in this case). Finally, this works same as daily deals concept; the customers get the voucher and when they visit the store they may buy more goodies or even better when they like the service and become a regular customer to the stores. This is a win-win situation, the customer votes to the party of his/her choice and gets some goodies, the government gets their voters ratio improved (especially the youth), and the companies that provide the freebies are benefitted for the reasons said above.

Well, all is well till here but then what bothers me was a question that my mom asked me this morning, “Have you people come to a stage wherein even to perform your fundamental duties you need freebies? How different is this from bribing?” This is something we should ponder about and react.


**Note : This post is written for the letter ‘P’ for us by Srilakshmi Indrasenan aka Stri who is a freelance content writer and editor. She writes technical, creative, fiction, motivational, fashion, and relationship based contents. She has 4+ years of experience in content writing and editing and also she is open to jobs like EmCee and Wedding planning. She blogs at where she writes on categories like fashion, social issues, short stories, memoir, and humor.


The (T)ower

I build up and up
into the clouds
and settle in the sky
for some sleep
hidden in white
surrounded by blue
it’s better up here
than down in the grey
of the cities I left.

I build up and up
to into silence
and clean air
breathe deep
watch birds fly by
though few come
up this high
still a better view
than the cities I left.

I build up and up
too far some say
but I cannot hear
from my tower
the world exists
without me
and I exist
without the world
and the cities I left.


***Note : This post is written for us by Rhi who is an anxious geek and poet, living in Wales. Blogging, writing and sleeping as much as possible and who blogs at .

(S)TOLEN Bananas…………

Seema admired Pradeep chettan so much.For her he was an iconic figure.

Tall and handsome and the studious one.He was the one who helped her with her homework, who taught her how to hold the badminton racket,who cycle raced with her and let her win.He was her next door neighbour but to little Seema it seemed that Pradeep was a family member.She aspired to be like him,taking the first postion in any endeavour that he was a part of.Every single inmate of the neighbouhood she lived in had only praises for him………

Her admiration for Pradeep…………….was inmitable…………

It was the last day of school.Seema was euphoric……… she would be taking a train to her hometown in Kerala two days hence…………..her heart somersaulted with happiness,it formed ripples bursting with…………maginificient brilliance.

She rushed to take her school bus.

“Pradeep chettan,”she called out.

“I will go with my friends,darling,he yelled back.Today is the last day,so will chill out.”

Seema smiled and climbed up the bus.She reached home in forty five minutes.

She waited for her father to reach.She would accompany him to the local bazaar to buy sweetmeats for her cousins in Kerala.She sat on the window sill waiting for her father and went into deep sleep.She woke up to whispers outside the window.She stood up to peep out.

She saw Pradeep chettan talking to a banana vendor,who had a soft wood dumpster on his head…………..decorated with sweet smelling bananas.Pradeep chettan stood facing Seema and motioned her to keep quiet.The banana vendor,gullible and honest,immersed in talks did not realize when another friend of Pradeep chettan came from behind and picked up a bunch of bananas and hid it on the window ledge.The banana vendor………said goodbye….and walked ahead………..”sweet bananas……sweet bananas……….come and have a look.”

Stolen bananas………..hidden………………

Seema saw that devilish smile of Pradeep chettan.Her heart gathered the broken pieces of the pedestal on which Pradeep chettan had stood for years in spectacular grandeur.She sat crouched.

She had lost a friend………….forever.


***Note : This post is written for us by the lovely Sitara Nair who is a teacher by profession and a writer by choice. She had been a banker for seven years but quit the job to take up to cute responsibilities. She blogs at .