Monthly Archives: May 2010

She, Me, And A Love Story

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They say, Love is hopelessly blind,
A feeling that can make you laugh and cry.
I thought, these words, belonged to love songs, alone,
Until, that day, I saw her pass me by.

I considered myself a bad, ‘Accidental Poet‘,
So bad, that I made ‘site’ rhyme with ‘with’.
But this time I confess, this was no accident,
It was she who made me a full-fledged lyricist.

It was purely, Love at First Sight,
When I saw her, and fell in love, sometime back.
But not surprisingly, I wasn’t her only admirer,
I was the proverbial – ‘Needle in a Haystack‘.

I’ve seen her, going out with other men,
And my poor heart, skipped a beat, each time.
A dark cloud of gloom, crept over my tiny heart.
But deep inside I always knew, she was going to be mine.

There were a few strange ones, who hated her,
A few mortals, who I thought, needed vision correction.
I’ve spent my energy in explaining to that crowd,
That the cutie, that she is, she has no competition.

After a while, I had almost given up,
I was sure on this story, remaining a fiction.
I thought, my love epic had come to a premature end.
But then, science can’t explain the laws of attraction.

And then, that day, she saw me with her big round eyes,
I was head over heels, hopelessly in love again.
Through that thick sheet of glass I could see her smile,
I knew it was time to break open the Champagne.

I asked her for her hand in marriage,
I promised I would take good care of her.
She said nothing, but smiled in affirmation,
And I knew, we’ll be spending our lives together.

I spent a long time convincing my parents,
They thought, she was just too good for me.
She was a spoilt, rich and glamourous girl,
While a plain and simple professional, I was trying to be.

But love, they say, knows no odds,
Opposites attract with brute magnetism.
It is when each partner completes the other,
And Life becomes colourful as light through prism.

Our coming togeter, now had everyone’s approval,
There was still a tiny problem, however.
I still had to take care of the marriage expenses,
And as luck would have it then, I was a pauper.

I didn’t think twice and loaned money from the Bank.
For a rate of interest, that made the Banker smile.
I was doing this for the love of my life,
And I knew, I would be repaying this for a while.

And then one day, it all fell into place,
And the both of us were solemnized in a quiet ceremony.
It happened in her house in a quiet little corner,
She and Me were thus bound in Holy Matrimony.

She was all dressed up, looking beautiful as ever,
While I looked as shabby as I ever could be.
But even then people saw us and remarked,
We looked every bit the couple that we were meant to be.

And finally I took her home, amidst rousing reception,
As friends and family rejoiced, a few had concerns with her colour.
But, deep inside, my love for her had only started growing,
My Little Red Car and Me were just made for each other.



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55 Fiction: Playboy

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Mala was beautiful, Tracy was hot, Kayal was homely, and Divya was just about perfect… No, I’m not a Playboy. I love all these women equally. I’ve never missed meeting them whenever they’re in town… Everytime I watch my wife Viji play these characters on stage I fall in love with her one more time…



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Aapis Aapis – 2: Miss-Train


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Flowers: A few clicks from Kodaikanal


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Aapis Aapis – 1: Unfollow


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New Cartoon Series – Aapis Aapis! (Coming Soon)

I’ve been a huge fan of cartoons, and workplace humor, and here’s just a crazy idea of putting the two together. Lets see how it goes. Presenting, my take on humor at office, inspired by real life events – Aapis Aapis!

Hope to do the first episode soon…


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Reunion – A Perfect Murder

Here’s my entry to the “Mystery Fiction Contest” on Blogadda. This is the climax to the story – “Reunion” by Ajay Nair.

A Perfect Murder

…I knew what had happened that fateful night. Lila was too smart to be killed by anyone. We all had tried our best, but had failed miserably. Only one person amongst us could have killed Lila. And that had to be Lila herself.

But then, Lila was too smart to die….

Lila wanted all of us to suffer, perhaps even die. But she couldn’t do that and risk being caught. And she knew very well that we’ll refuse the poisoned tea that I had once used against her.

And hence she decided on doing the next worse thing. Frame us for murder. All of us had a motive. She had the brains. She spread all the artifacts she had collected from us across the room to try and make all of us suspects. All except one. One who did not have a motive any more.

And then, she pulled out the masterstroke.

Sia, was her identical twin. She was as different from Lila as possible. But then, they shared the same face. A fact that Lila used to her advantage that night. When Sia went in to meet Lila that night, something transpired that none of us could have imagined. Lila cried and apologized profusely to Sia, about how much she had missed her, and how sorry she was to have hurt her. She told her about the virus and how her days were numbered. Sia was sweet. She believed her. Lila, however, smart. She wanted Sia to believe her. Lila offered the poisoned tea to Sia during the conversation and she took the bait. The poison would take some time to take effect, and hence she pulled out one last trick for the evening.

Lila explained to Sia, that for the rest of the evening, she wanted to live like Sia, and begged her to let her take her place for the night. The sweet Sia was so shocked to hear this ‘last wish’ from her ‘dying’ sister, that she readily agreed.

So when Sia, came out crying, it was Lila finishing her masterplan. Sia never realized that she was going to die as Lila. She was shocked and that showed on her face. And then slowly when the poison took effect, it was too late for her.

Lila was dead for the world. But she was alive as Sia. Lila had achieved it – a perfect murder



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You gave me life, you brought me into this world,
Enduring pain that no other mortal could bear.
You cared and loved me like no one ever could,
You quitely shed a tear when I wasn’t there.

You made me the man, that I’m now.
And I would owe everything I have, to you forever.
I wondered where you got all that strength and love.
You’re a goddess, but you chose to be called a Mother.

– To an Angel, a Goddess… my Mother

Love you Mom… 🙂


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He stood there in the shadows, hidden away from all
Time stood still, with a bruised knee, he hid in the dark.
And as light of the day faded, silence echoed in the night.
You’d hear no soul, except hushed beats of a scared heart

His heart nursed a fear that his mind was aware of,
But he fought with that and stood his ground.
He wiped that stream of sweat with his dirty hands,
But he made no sound lest he would be found.

With each beat of footsteps he heard them coming for him.
He prayed to the almighty like he had done never before.
But nobody knew where he had hid himself that night.
And that was exactly what he had hoped fervently for.

He stood there motionless, while time flew by.
They hadn’t found him yet, that gave him immense joy.
He couldn’t afford to be found, not this time atleast.
There was a lot at stake, it was part of a ploy.

And then at last, his stiff, hidden body relaxed,
He sighed relief and rubbed his knee he had scraped.
He heard faint cries of “You’re it!” from his friends far away,
And ran to them with a smile, proud of having escaped.


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