Thursday, May 24, 2018

The Mighty - sorry Micey Eagle

Once upon a time there was an hardworking Eagle family. They got a baby, and they loved him very much. They wanted to take utmost care of him and not let him near any kind of danger. They never let him fly alone. Never let him fly far. Never let him fly in windy, rainy, or stormy conditions. Never let him hang out with other eagles in case they take him somewhere and put him in danger. Never let him go hunting, instead they brought him food, broke down into nice little clean and easy to eat pieces, and gave to him.

As he grew up, they teached him how to make a nest, and they made a nest together. After that parents got him married to a beautiful eagle and he loved her dearly.

But soon his wife got bored of him, as he was unlike the other eagles who would fly freely in any weather, hunt for live food, have fun in the skies etc, so she left him and went away with another eagle.

He was now alone, weak (as  his wings were not trained enough), friendless, limited choice of food (cause he was used to clean food broken into small pieces provided to him, and he didnt hunt and didnt like to eat directly from dead animals body too).

He tried to make friends, but felt out of place and boring to others, as they had exciting stories to share and fun things to do and he didnt have anything to talk and couldnt do the things they could do.

He led his life keeping his nest clean and good and doing the same chores everyday, alone and unhappy.

How would you like your kids to grow up?

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

A home




A home is that welcoming place,
Where a loved one is waiting with wide open arms,
and not need a locked door with alarm.

A home is that musical theatre,
Where the echos of laughter can be heard around,
More than the music playing in woofer and surround.

A home is that comforting place,
Where there is always a shoulder to put your head on,
And forget even whether it is dusk or dawn.



A home is that magical dreamland,
Where dreams are made sweet with kisses,
And not with good night & sweet dream wishes.

A home is that weather proof place,
Where warm hugs defy the chilling winter,
And cool jokes melt the scorching summer.

A home is that medical centre,
Where talking relieves all mental stress,
And smile revives all physical aches.

A home is that architectural monument,
Where truth and honesty form the foundation, 
While love and care make up the walls and decoration.



A home is that reality show,
Where each others life is heard and felt,
More than the reel life shows, time spent.

A home is that delicious restaurant,
Where core ingredients are love, fun and some naughtiness,
And the plates are filled with respect, gratitude and loads of happiness.

A home is that secure place,
Where hearts can open without fear of scars,
And egos are kept behind strong solid bars.


Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Most memorable moments of my life


(Some of them may look like normal stuff to others, but these are the moments I cherish. they made me most happy, and they still make me happy)

And note that these exclude the default ones like, clearing exams, getting job, birthdays, promotions, engagement, marriage, news of becoming father, holding my baby for first time etc.

·         When I was in school (8th std), a class mate of me told to another classmate that “don’t challenge him with anything, He can do anything”. On another occasion I heard them talking “Even without studying, he scores so much, what if starts studying” – this brought about a turning point in my life… I DID start studying after that, and the rest is history J… I am so very much thankful of their conversation.

 

·         Some very memorable moments playing cricket(@home, @school and other grounds) –

o   Amazing diving catches,

o   Some wonderful drives (and on one occasion, I replayed the same drive back to back, which on both occasion went through the legs of the fielder :D)

o   A memorable pull shot

o   A number of superb spin deliveries

 

·         On the first day in my college, while returning back in bus, my seniors were calling me “Hero”, for reasons which happened during the day.

 

·         One day at NIIT, when the girl I was in secret crush with waved hands at me, spotting me far away, while talking with her teacher. (She was not my batch, and her timing was quite different from mine).

 

 

·         All the times when the couple of chicken we had raised into fully grown cocks, ran and came into my hands as soon as they saw me at a distance

 

·         When one of my colleague fought (verbally) with Asst. Commissioner, because he referred to me as “novice”, when I was demoing the application that I had built, at Chennai Customs office. He did not have any part in the application, nor did we have any friendship. He was there just because it was being demoed from his machine. I didn’t even knew what it meant at that time. I got a feel of it only by his reaction, and later went back home and checked the meaning :D

 

 

·         My last weekend in Bangalore (8 yrs back), when I was departing a good friend of mine, she came really very close to me physically (probably, she was expecting a goodbye hug or a kiss), but I was too naïve and innocent to understand that, and all I ended up doing was “Cough” :D.

·         When in my previous company, and I was about to go on a 4-5 day leave for attending my exams, one of my closest friend, came running up around my desk. She did act like she was there for some other reason, and met me by accident. But you know it.

 

·         Once in Mumbai when I was having lunch alone, another girl that I had a secret crush on, came upto me and talked a lot with me… it was more like an interview.. We had never met or talked before. I had just seen her a couple of times.

 

 

·         When I sponsored a costly dinner for the first time. It was 3 of us (Me, my colleague and my manager) in Mumbai. And a couple of occasions when this manager had praised my free spiritedness.

 

·         A number of moments in Thailand, where the colleagues and generally most people showed a lot of respect and helped in all possible ways.

 

 

·         When I took off my vests, ran and got on top of a huge rock, and stretched my arms wide open, in heavy rain, in front of a waterfall, in the middle of nowhere, during our Brisbane to Cairns road trip.

·         A number of memorable moments with a bunch of very good friends in and around Brisbane.

 

·         Extracurricular:

o   Completing 14 Kms in a marathon

o   My solo sky dive

o   Participating in flash mob

-But on none of these occasions, I had anybody around to share a hug L - so these would feature in both feel good and feel bad lists.

·         Dance related

o   When my dance teacher appreciated me during my first ever dance class. It may have been just a formality, but it had a big impact J

o   When another dance student talked me into and encouraged me to join for social dancing, after the class had completed and I was trying to hide away.

o   When a couple of girls (my dance class mates cum friends) hugged me during my birthday celebration at dance class. I hadn’t expected it. Those are the only ever hugs that I have got aside from family members.

 

·         Celebrating Christmas eve with a couple of Danish bros in Melbourne. They were missing their family a lot. So cooked chicken for them, bought cake and showed them around the Christmas celebration arrangements in the city at night.

 

·         When a girl (who I had met just 1 night back and talked with, for maybe an hour or so only), woke up early next morning to say me good bye, and stood outside waving her hands till my van left. This was when I was on a road-trip in Tasmania.

 

Monday, July 4, 2011

...Dil se...

While i am at my next short story, thought i would post some shayaries i composed for my beloved one:

Tujhse hi meri har khushi ab to,
bin tere na kuch chain mile is dil ko,
har lamha tujhe yaad karte rehte hain,
mere dil ki ye pukar, tum ab to sun lo,
ab to sun lo tum, mere dil ki pukar,
tumse hi to hai mere dil ka karaar,
chalo ab tum kuch to ishara kar do,
ke tumhari taraf se hai inkaar ya ikraar?

------*---------------*----------------*----------
pyaar tumhe main kitna karta hoon,
kabhi lafzon me ye na keh paoon,
bas ye jaanle meri jaaneman,
tere bin ye zindagi na jee paoon.

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Jab tumhara naam cell pe dikhta he,
aisi khushi ki leher dodti hai dil pe,
msg ko baar baar padhne ko dil kare,
msg na aaye ko rone ko ye dil kare.

------*---------------*----------------*----------
Din raat mere khayalon me ho tum,
aise hi kahi ho na jaun me gum,
yaad karte rehta hoon waqt jab saath the hum,
jitne bhi pal bitaye saathme, sab lagte he kum.

------*---------------*----------------*----------
meri jaaneman ki main kya tareef karoon,
uske roop ka main kya misaal doon,
lafzon me na sama paye uski khubsurti,
kisiki nazar na lage, bas yehi dua karoon.

------*---------------*----------------*----------
khubsoorti ka vo ek misaal hai,
chaand nahi usme bhi to daag hai,
nazar jab pade to hat ti hi nahi,
tamanna meri ek khilta gulaab hai.

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** Copyrights Reserved (informally) ;).

Monday, May 16, 2011

The Story Writer Series - Last Part

...Continued From here...

until fine day, when the thought of writing something sinister overwhelmed me.
This request of mine was met with raised eyebrows in my clan and was finally granted to me with 3 conditions in place.

1. I would no longer be a member of the clan and relinquish the clan’s magical powers
2. I could neither create nor destroy characters. I would have to use only the characters produced by the clan.
3. The clan would have authority to add to my story such that it rewards the character if he performs a good/desirable action.


At that time, my mind was so consumed by the thought of writing something out of the ordinary that I accepted the conditions without any deliberation. And here I am now – still unable to steer the story in the direction I want.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

The Story Writer Series - Part 2

...Continued From here...
As I reached back to my desk with a cup of strong smelling coffee in my hand, to my disappointment, I noticed the story had already moved forward. I quickly ran through what had happened while I was away, and it read as:

Moments after the taxi started, the lady asked AK about where he was going and where is he from? Is he a tourist? Etc, and so began their conversation. And to their surprise, they found out that they both worked for the same company, and same office building, and same floor too. And while they were busy discussing all this, the taxi stopped somewhere and at some distance AK could see large board reading “MoChit Bus station”. He got down and asked the driver how much. But the lady was much faster and she paid the full amount and refused to get any money from AK. She then took him to the platform where he should wait for his bus, and left for her bus.

“oooh noooo...!!!” I exclaimed. “Why? Whyyy?” I asked in a disappointed voice, as if there was somebody around me to answer “He did not do any good now, then why!??” and I rested my forehead on my hand. And immediately I heard the familiar whispering voice of the magical entity, soft and slow “AK showed faith in God and his people” and the voice faded away “even through suspicious time”…
I frowned dejectedly, and decided to get ahead with story. I was very angry as well and wanted to take out my anger on the character and I started scribbling furiously


The platform was heavily crowded and very noisy as well. People were moving hither and thither. Near the platform from where AK had to catch the bus, there was a big mob of people. AK, somehow moved in through the crowd and noticed that there were two old, but well built ladies sitting at a table with and old pc. From what was happening around, AK, could make out that they were the bus coordinators and so he showed them the tickets which they looked at hurriedly and muttered something in thai. AK looked confused and looked around if there was anybody who could translate for him. No luck, everybody was thai local. The crowd seemed to get bigger and bigger and forget walking, even standing was difficult. After few mins a bus arrived, and the people at platform ran crazy. But AK did not know if that was his bus. He once again asked the lady at the counter, and she seemed to get irritated, and again muttered something angrily. Another lady nearby who heard her reply and expression on AK’s face, said to him that all buses are late. 6.30 pm bus reached just now (8.30 pm) only!.

The same situation continued for 1 hour, 2 hours and the crowd kept increasing and AK became very tired. He could not stand anymore and held on to the chair of the lady and tried to manage standing. It was getting more and more difficult, and his mind was suggesting that he get the ticked refunded and go back home, but he continued to hold on…

“How are you feeling now, baby..” I said softly to myself with a wide smile on my face…, but this smile was short lived, as the pen started moving by itself writing something. I held on to it tightly and tried to stop it, pull it away, but it was no use. It was ever so powerful, I could not do anything. Then I accepted defeat and asked again “what now?!”, and again the soft whisper came “AK showed endurance through physical and mental turbulence and hung on to his goal…” and in about a min, the pen stopped writing and dropped.
I quickly read out what damage it ended up doing


“all of a sudden, the lady at the desk started looking around, and then pointed at AK, and asked him to give his ticket, and then scribbled something, cut a piece out of it, and asked him to get into a bus that was standing in next platform. She escorted him through the crowd and into the bus and told something to a person inside it. AK realized that this was a VIP bus, and he had booked for a second class only, but he was promoted to this bus, for reasons unknown.”

As I read this my face again dropped in spirits, and I thought there was nobody to blame for this situation of mine - except me. I remembered how I was part of the same Magical Writers clan who always wrote only good things and one fine day …
...Continued here...

Saturday, August 21, 2010

The Story Writer Series - Part 1

Characters:
First Person (Refered as “I”): An author who is writing a story about AK (fictional character-as far as the author is concerned)

Magical Entity: It is something/someone that interferes with the authors writing and adds its own twist to the story (magically). He/she/it is not visible, but jumps in important situations of the story to give the story a different twist.

AK: The Main Character of the story written by Author. He is bitten by adventure and enjoy/experience life bug… His life events are controlled by what the author and the magical entity writes in the story.

Legend (Color coding):
This font & color represent the author speech and actions.
This font & color represents the Story



Note: Please dont forget that "I"=Author ... NOT Me (Abdul), while reading....





As I walked over to my writing table, with a notebook in my hand, I thought “I hate this character - AK… no matter what I do, he ends up being happy. Of course, I know it’s because of that damn magical thing, but there ought to be some way, to get this story forward in the direction I WANT!”, and I sat on the nice comfortable wooden chair saying to myself “it’s been few days since that sprite has interrupted me, best time for me to make the story more interesting”.

I quickly ruffled through pages of the notebook and found the point where the story was hung. “Ok, so here it is. AK is about to go to Chiang Mai… hmmmm… poor fella! Now see what i do to you” and I had a secret chuckle on my face with my eyes bright and twinkling.
“Ok, so here you go baby”, saying so I started



AK comes out of Kamphaeng phet station in Bangkok and looks around. He has to go to Mochit station to board his bus for Chiang mai, but doesn’t know the directions. He walks up to middle aged lady, standing on the pavement near a busy road, and asks her for direction. The lady’s eyes lit up seeing the bus booking receipt that AK showed. She stuttered back that she can take him to the station in Taxi along with her

I rubbed my hands together at this point and had a big secret smile on my face… and again continued back to scribble…


She looked around the road, left and right uncomfortably, as many taxis passed, but did not bother to stop them. She spoke on phone (in thai) for few mins in between. AK, watched this impatiently, and finally after about 10 mins, she said, its difficult to get a taxi here, lets walkover to the other side, and try, and saying so, she walked back and towards left side. AK followed her wondering what was going on, thinking he was better off getting a taxi himself.


They walked around to a little more quiter side of the road, and there was a rickshaw like taxi already standing there. She directly walked up to it, spoke something in thai, and asked AK to get in and she got in too.

“Ah! this is going perfect” I thought, as I turned the page, “And more importantly, its still in my control” with my face still smiling. “Let me grab a cup of coffee, this is going to be interesting”, saying so I stood up and walked over to the kitchen, leaving the notepad on the table. Little did I think, how a cup of coffee could impact my story…

Continued here...