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November 12, 2016
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THE GIRL FROM ROSTOV is a crime thriller/love story, but more importantly it is also a story of loss and the range of human emotions that a person goes through following it. The orphaned niece of a Russian gangster/international spy and arms dealer must find out who killed her uncle and why. She teams up with the son of a millionaire who has his own set of demons from the past.
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November 11, 2016
STRANGE PEOPLE AND STRANGER CONNECTIONS
shared misfortune
music
a misplaced smile
circumstances
likes
dislikes…..
shared hometown when in another city/ country(Somali K Chakrabarti )
The same UNREQUITED love..(Divya)
that unknown helping hand amidst the crowd.. those random smile which are similar to mine (Divya)
the same heart beating around 24*7 but divided amongst borders!(Divya)
the same tears which are unstoppable upon the death of our Martyr!(Divya)
You are free to add to this list in the comments section and I will periodically update this post along with your input.
November 8, 2016
JUST EVERYDAY STORIES – THE RECEIPT
“Do you know what this is,” he said pointing to the piece of paper in the little boy’s hands.
The little boy shook his head all the while looking at the burly man with his frightened eyes.
“This right here is the reason why I haven’t killed you yet’
The little boy squeaked.
“I ‘m joking you little runt, this is my receipt from the grocery,” he said snatching the piece of paper away from the little boy.
“Now go find your parents”
The burly man gave a grunt of approval as the little boy scurried away like a frightened squirrel.
November 6, 2016
Song for the day
Don’t go to war for me
I’m not the one that you want me to be
Don’t call me up at 2 a.m. tonight
It feels so damn good and I wish you would
Are we just gonna stay like this forever, floating
I’m serious, my heart is furious
Cause I’m so confused when we’re together
Feels like I’m choking, these emotions
I know I’m gonna let you down
So don’t hold your breath now
Bittersweet in your mouth
Can you stomach the doubt?
I wish I could say what I’m feeling
I’m scared to let these words out
Don’t go to war for me
I’m not the one that you want me to be
Don’t call me up at 2 a.m. tonight
It feels so damn good and I wish you would
And don’t cry no more for me
Don’t waste your time convincing me
That maybe someday we’ll get it right
Cause we never could, I wish that we would
But we won’t, so just don’t
We won’t, so just don’t
But we won’t, so just don’t
Don’t
I can’t trust you
Baby, cause I don’t want to
This isn’t fun anymore
Never hurt like this before
Broken dishes on the floor
Hearts exploding
Tell me why I’m still holding
Onto the love that we’ve been breaking
Damn, I thought we’d make it
No other way to say it
Don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t go to war for me
I’m not the one that you want me to be
Don’t call me up at 2 a.m. tonight
It feels so damn good and I wish you would
And don’t cry no more for me
Don’t waste your time convincing me
That maybe someday we’ll get it right
Cause we never could, I wish that we would
We burn faster than a cigarette in my mouth
I know it hurts, but baby, we can’t stop now
Baby, we can’t stop now
Don’t go to war for me
I’m not the one that you want me to be
Don’t call me up at 2 a.m. tonight
It feels so damn good and I wish you would
And don’t cry no more for me
Don’t waste your time convincing me
That maybe someday we’ll get it right
Cause we never could, I wish that we would
But we won’t, so just don’t
We won’t, so just don’t
But we won’t, so just don’t
Don’t
Don’t
Don’t
November 3, 2016
A DIWALI STORY – PART I
A DIWALI STORY
PART I
It was a time of celebration, of colors and decorations, happiness and gifts and a time too of smoke and fire. It was a day celebrated by over a billion people – the most anticipated day of the year for some and yet it was not so for the people of the Barkhani village. Here too there was light and smoke and fire, not in the form of firecrackers and harmless candles but the flash of the gun and the smoke and fire of the grenades which the enemy hurled.
Things had been quite for some time now after the din of the previous night. It was night time and while people all over the country were busy celebrating and praying to Lord Ganesh, the women of a Burkhani household were busy tending to a wounded soldier. His name was Kulbir Singh and he was in pain. He had been shot in the shoulder and he bit hard on the cloth in his mouth as they poured iodine over his wound. For the moment pain was his only thought and he could not think of anything beyond it. The moment it subsided it a little his thoughts wandered once more to his little girl back home, safe in their small village in Haryana and to the mother of his child and to his younger sister who was not yet married. And he knew that they were safe because of what he did and that he had to keep it that way. He drank the water that was offered to him and slowly sat up straight. He groaned as his shoulder wound hurt beneath the bandages.
“Those bastards are going to come back and we need to be ready. Did you send the message?” he asked the heavily bearded man sitting across from him. The man wore a white taqiyah, which is a small rounded skull-cap, on his head. Muslim men are not required to cover their heads and yet many chose to. The man’s name was Salim and he had just finished his evening prayers.
“I did as you asked,” he replied.
“Has any reply been forthcoming?”
“None so far, it will take to two days to reach the nearest outpost by foot and there seems to be no other way for us to communicate for now. Ever since the heavy snow two days ago there has been no network in our phones and there seems to be no way to get the message across. However I don’t think we can expect any help before the night is out. There is no way they can make their way here by then. No vehicles can reach the village right now because of the snow and it’s perilous even for planes and helicopters. The snowstorm has not yet completely subsided. They sure as hell didn’t expect to find you here. It’s a miracle you are still alive with only a mere scratch to your shoulder. Are they soldiers?”
“There is no way to tell. They weren’t dressed like soldiers. I think they might be militants trying to smuggle themselves into the country. However they are well trained in military combat and are well armed with Kalashnikovs and hand grenades.”
“I wonder how they made their way here. Our village is remote but we are nowhere near the border. This terrain is too perilous. It is the first that I’ve heard of anyone coming this way to cross into the country. It is far more likely that they are escaping from the military on the other side of the border and not being well versed in the geography they chose to come this way.”
“Unlikely, but it’s possible. Send for Jatin will you? We’ll see what can be done.”
A tall man with a crew cut walked into the room. He turned to face Kulbir Singh and saluted him.
“How are you doing Sir?”
“It’s just a flesh wound, I’ll be all right. What’s new?”
“Be careful Sir. There is no such thing as just a flesh wound in these parts. I have been communicating with the nearest outpost. They have said they’ll send men over as soon as possible but the snow is making it very difficult. No vehicles can come through. However they have already sent a group of men on foot but even they won’t be able to get here before the night is over and I have a strong feeling that they will try to get through again tonight.”
“We’ll be waiting . How many men do they have?”
“We have counted close to ten in total, not counting the three that died the other night, including the man who shot you.”
“Still it’s just the five us now and we need to be on our guard. Unfortunately I can’t partake in a gun battle so that leaves only the four of you.”
“Leave it to us Sirji. As long as I’m breathing they won’t set foot in this country.”
“I would expect nothing less. Jai Hind.”
“Jai Hind.” Jatin saluted him and turned to go but Kulbir stopped him.
“Oh I almost forgot. Happy Diwali Jatin.”
“Happy Diwali Sir. Good thing we brought the fire crackers.” He smiled, patting the gun that hung from his shoulder.
“A very good thing indeed. I’ve heard of green Diwali but I believe that this one might be red. Still better the blood of our enemies now than that of innocents later. Go, and brief me later. I need to rest for now,” he said as he slowly sunk back into the thin mattress.
To be continued…….
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October 30, 2016
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October 29, 2016
October 26, 2016
Songs for the day
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy, easy
Easy, easy
You break the bridals to meet
Losing control
Easy, easy
Crushed for your holy soul
Concealed and cold
Easy, easy
Oh, easy, easy
Burn all your things
To make the fight to forget
Easy, oh, easy
Burn all your things
To make the fight to forget
Easy
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy
Song for the day
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy, easy
Easy, easy
You break the bridals to meet
Losing control
Easy, easy
Crushed for your holy soul
Concealed and cold
Easy, easy
Oh, easy, easy
Burn all your things
To make the fight to forget
Easy, oh, easy
Burn all your things
To make the fight to forget
Easy
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy
October 25, 2016
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THE GIRL FROM ROSTOV is a crime thriller/love story, but more importantly it is also a story of loss and the range of human emotions that a person goes through following it. The orphaned niece of a Russian gangster/international spy and arms dealer must find out who killed her uncle and why. She teams up with the son of a millionaire who has his own set of demons from the past.
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