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Wednesday, October 05, 2011

Almost ...


She passed the dark alleyway, with her heart thumping faster than usual, she was 5 minutes away from home, when she saw a silhouette of a man, he was coming closer, her heart was almost in her mouth. She could not move, he came closer……

------ “ amma, bhagwan ke naam pe kuch dede” -----------


P:S - Based on a real incident :P ... :D

Friday, September 30, 2011

ADRIFT A Junket Junkie in Europe – Puneetinder Kaur Sidhu


Before we go into a review of the book, let me be honest here. Im a devotee of fiction and the other areas of literature don't really get a second look from me. To change that habit, I took up the task of reviewing ADRIFT a Junket Junkie in Europe. I have tried to be as unbiased as possible with regard to my opinion about the book.



ADRIFT  A Junket Junkie in Europe – Puneetinder Kaur Sidhu



                                

About The Author :  Puneetinder Kaur Sidhu is a self-professed travel enthusiast (her motto, “have money, will travel" is almost respectable), fiercely independent, thirty -something, single, and endowed with a wry sense of humor. A former travel and food columnist with Hindustan Times, she has been regularly contributing articles to travels and airline magazines and national dailies for over 15 years. She is on the book review panel of The Tribune, having reviewed numerous human interest stories, with travel and food being her preferred genres.

The Plot : It always helps  having friends and relatives in the right places , and Puneet, who traces her decent to the Arnauli family, certainly has them. Her sister gets her a ticket, the Captain of the plane puts her in Executive Cabin and so begins a journey that takes the reader on a tour of people and their relationships; places, often taking the road less travelled; and food.

Owing to a shoe string budget she prefers staying with the people she knows, than at hotels. Trading expertise with hospitality, she cooks Indian food for her hosts, though she would as much love to check out the local stuff and beverage for which Europe is famous.

Certain accounts like the one about, ‘Goa' recreated in Germany, where "a certain suspicious odour, reminiscent of evenings in and around Manali, pervaded the air," has a wistfulness about it.

Certain parts are informative like the one about ‘Mitfahzentrale', a government-encouraged car pool service for travelers, which  takes her journey forward  to Sweden, Denmark, the Netherlands, Hungry, Austria and France.

Certain descriptions like when the author goes around exploring the paintings of Vincent Van Gogh, and shares her agony of not being able to understand them, inspite of having read a biography of the artist , is a good read. However her wry wit, wherein she keeps reminding us that she is "over weight", is not something that I could connect with, or rather make me smile (I hope imp not being too harsh here).

Another aspect that I could not seem to connect with was the different  characters that pop in and out of the journey - Anne Aunty, Moni, Kristen, Zina, Joszef, Eszter, Sanjay, Gunjan, Kaushik, Georges. Certain dialogues, situation seemed too personal to be listed in a book.

Now, if only the author had not bound herself to those "cardinal travel rules" (you will have to read the book to find out which), there would have been another story! (I’m guessing here).I would definitely give it to her for having had the courage to travel alone, however, since, she was travelling alone I was expecting a little more from the book (call me a cynic here).

My Opinion: All that said and done, what would have taken a day to have read the book, dragged on for three days. It was something what I would not have wanted to read, maybe because of my liking for fiction and books that keep me engrossed. The entire book seemed a little too fast, it felt like the author was in azury r had a certain limit with the number of pages/ words that could be used. The tour through Europe was the only one which was clear, the rest seemed like a blur, like a dream you wouldn’t be able to recollect once you wake up.

The style of writing is simple, however not one which leaves you wanting for more. What I liked was the inclusion of pictures which did give a break from the reading (now I don’t know whether that is good or bad). Also the cover of the book is striking yet simple which lends it a second look for sure. And a small description in the index about the places she has visited is also noteworthy.

My rating: I would give it a 4/10

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Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Perfect moment


He was waiting for her....... She glided into the room, and sat down gently. They exchanged smiles, it was the perfect moment... She was ready...She could feel his eager breath...


“Open your mouth… aaahhhh now that’s a cavity you got there”

Friday, September 23, 2011

Reel story


My first attempt at 55 Fiction....

She could hear the curtains ruffling,  there was definitely someone else, an entity….. She moved up the stairs looking for something to protect herself… no sooner had she gone upstairs than a loud crash echoed in the living room…


Shaking, she opened her tightly shut eyes to view the next scene …..




P:S - I never thought i could write something so short... lol.. hope it makes sense ...

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Glamdoll....



Touch up, hair, stilettos, designer dress and out to strut...
Her eyes feel heavy
It has been a tiring day
Still she has to maintain a grace and etiquette
She whistles away to ringlets of smoke..
She is the one to start the show
Her feet ache in the colored glossy 7 inch heel
Yet she has to make a stride
Nothing comes easy she knows for sure
For many are waiting for her to trip….
The familiar music begins
She knows its time
The show has started
Her pain forgotten
She pouts, and stands with the spotlight on her
Walks like a cheetah amidst catcalls and jeer
She stands like a princess
In the long flowing gown
A smirk on her face says it all
Rushes back to put on another layer on her
She has forgotten her inhibitions
As the time is few
She gets ready and stands in queue
She goes again..
And again and  again….

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The make-up is of, and so is the designer wear
She slips her hair in a pony
And is in her comfortable gear
She lives a normal life as well…
Far away from the maddening  shutterbugs…
This is her “life”.


P:S- This is something i had written eons ago, went bonkers when i found it ;P.. hope you enjoy it..;)




Sunday, September 18, 2011

Just plain ordinary .....


                                                         

Damn so much for missing my train to Chennai, I wonder when I’d get there for my lecture… hmmm…

So Joel’s exclusive plan backfired.. He thought that he would reach Nagercoil by train.. sleeps…... eat…sleep....drink….and sleep and wake up for the next day.. but voila…. He had to reach the station 2 MINUTES after the train left , only because a cow blocked his vehicle on the way to the station and earlier because he forgot his cell phone in his apartment and had to go back to retrieve it, and then forgot where he left the house keys…

So much of coincidence ,for one day…hmm…maybe it is fate, maybe it is destiny…now whatever the difference between the two is… what if I am to meet the girl of my dreams, what if life has something more to offer me…

With that thought he left for the bus depot, with a smile plastered on his face. And was he lucky , within 5 minutes he found the bus that leaves for his destination…

Yeaaa, now destiny, what do you have in store  for me…he thought as he stepped onboard… to be met by the most beautiful sight…

The only seat that was left for him to occupy was next to a woman with a wailing kid in her arms...

Destiny!!!!!!!!!!...... bullshit!!!........

He continued the rest of the journey with the child’s spittle drenching his shoulder.

P:S :- Thank you Munchkin for the thought ... :)

Thursday, September 15, 2011

My favourite Pyjamas.....


“Why don’t you change those pyjamas of yours? you have been in them since you were born…”

“Have you heard of - that girl in yellow boots???, well I want to be ‘that girl in pyjamas’, makes sense?”

“ Oh of course, rubbish!!.. Are you coming to The Tahama in those??, seriously, girl you gotta be kidding me, i'l sponsor your wardrobe if needed…. Please wear something other than those pyjamas!!”

“Aaahhh, yes and no thank you and no..”

“Huh? ?? whattt!!.. aarrghhh … it’s like banging my head against a fucking wall”

Stop banging babes.. simple.. I mean against the wall.. your head!!!”

“ ha ha.. very funny!!, anyways lets go, and seriously, your idea of finding true love with those pyjamas of yours, is never gonna work, I mean c'mon what sense does it make , if a guy likes you in those pyjamas bit”

“hun , it’s hard for you to understand, you have a new guy everyday.. I want to be with someone who’d  like me for what I am, and in these pyjamas, if he can like me in this, he would like me all the time..makes sense???.. chill don’t worry .. don’t stress the pea  sized intellect of yours…, let’s go and shake our booties tonighttttt, cause tonight is the nighttttt”

“i’l bet my Gucci bag that you will not find anyone today or tomorrow or day after, Chloe..”

Aarika, Gucci bag!!! Lol.. I never knew you could get a Gucci for 500… hahahah .. anyways the bet is on, and if I lose you wear a pyjama for  a week and no hanky panky as well…deal?”

“500!!! Fuck you.. yes done deal.. and if I win…hmm..well il think about it and let you know”

“done deal  pea brain”

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“ Hi I’m Nikumbha, love your pyjamas..”

She couldn’t hide her excitement or the color that flushed her cheeks…she had seen him by the bar and had smiled back at him…

“hmm.. really???, hi am Chloe, and I’m a proud owner of a Gucci bag…”

“huh?? I’m sorry what??”

“nothing, lol, just thought about something….so what do you do…”

And their conversation went on that night

 “ When will I get to met you next Chloe…could I have your number?”

“sure Nikumbha…can I call you niki???... and well I’m glad I met you here”

“i’l call you soon Chloe”

They met again and again and again…. Chloe was the proud owner of a 500/- Gucci bag, and Aarika was forced to wear the same Pyjamas for a week.

They had loads in common, they loved the same type of music, books, and Chloe found it easy to be with him. It was like as though she had found her better half. Her life never felt empty anymore. They discovered new eating joints in the city and were in awe of each other’s company.

“Chloe, why don’t you come over to my place, I could cook us lunch”

“Today??, mm how about I meet you post lunch?? I have some work to take care of, however you could definitely cook something, i’l come over and  we could eat it together”

“alright, i’l see you soon”

Chloe reached his apartment at 4:00pm. She was nervous as hell, but happy that she was to meet niki. They adored each other , and were the perfect ever couple, they never had a spat in the 4 months that they were together, they felt completely at ease with other.

“Shall I make you a drink Chloe?”

“sure niki, the usual ok… let me freshen up till then”

Sure bitch, freshen up.. Nikumbha thought to himself, this is going to be your last drink!!...he made her drink and put in his favorite arsenic to the drink… She is going to die just like the others … he smirked to himself....

Chloe was  looking at her smudged kohl in the mirror, and rectifying it, unknown too what was waiting for her outside…. She felt inside her bag and a smile lit her face… she looked radiant.. her eyes looked mesmerizing with the kohl, she applied some more gloss, combed her hair and was ready for him….

you are looking beautiful baby”

She blushed and gingerly looked inside her bag…. Her hands found what she was looking for, and she took it out and showed him…
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The look on his face was something that she still remembered , a smile broke on her face thinking about him.. she was dressed in her favorite pajamas.. and was walking towards The Tahamas… The memory of that day kept playing on in her head…

“Chloe, why don’t you come over to my place, I could cook us lunch”

She had so waited for this moment, she smiled as he smoothly invited her home, and she couldn’t contain her excitement at the invitation. She calmed herself….

“Today??, mm how about I meet you post lunch?? I have some work to take care of, however you could definitely cook something, i’l come over and  we could eat it together”

Today..was going to be it.. yes!! !it was his fate…..

“alright, i’l see you soon”…….

She played the scene in his room as she got out from the bathroom…

“you are looking beautiful baby”

She blushed and gingerly looked inside her bag…. Her hands found what she was looking for, and she took it out and showed him…

His eyes spoke fear.. he couldn’t say anything.. he was too shocked to respond to her waving a gun at him.

She looked at him ….. and at her 9mm pinfire revolver…. She loved the sound that it made …. almost orgasmic … she revelled at his motionless body and at his shocked open eyes…

“better luck next time baby…"
                                            

She kissed him on his cheek and left….she made a mental note in her mind … Pyjamas lover number 22!!!

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