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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Feels like love...


It’s not important as to how long we have been with each other
Its how many memories we have of each other that counts
It’s not important as to how well you know me
Its how you always understood
It’s not important how often you held my hand
Its how you never let go
It’s not important how many times you called
It’s how you were always there
It’s not important to remember everything
Its how you never forgot to make me smile


Friday, October 21, 2011

Faithfully Unfaithful


He never felt his body being aroused this way, never with his wife, this he knew was “love”. It was time for him to go…. a look was enough to make him stay, but he had to go to come back. He kissed  him , and left for his home.....




Monday, October 10, 2011

For my Princess


The home still feels empty without your presence,
There is a void, but no one talks about it
There is loneliness
But no one can sense it
There is pain; no one can feel it yet
It was different when you were there
The house felt warm and welcoming
I used to love coming back home
And hear your excitement
See you jump up and down in joy
Till I scooped you up in my arms
And told you I missed you too..
Whenever my eyes were moist, I would find you in my lap
Making sure I was alright
You never left me without making me smile
Your tilted head stance was all it took...
I miss cuddling up with you, at night
My mornings were incomplete without hugging you tight
13 years of unconditional love baby, and here I am
Talking about you
Your memories bring a smile on my face
And yet something feels heavy in my throat
Will you comfort me again if I cry...?
I feel your presence at times in the house
It’s where you breathed your last
I scooped you up in my arms
But your head didn't nestle in my shoulders
You didn’t move after that....
There was no one waiting anymore
There is a lot of pain
I wish you were here to ease it out
I miss you... I miss having you around…
I might have not said this often...
I love you princess...
Our lil Princess....Snoopy

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 ...
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