Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Love..!..

If you'd take a dictionary and look up for the word "LOVE", this would come up.:

loved, past participle; loved, past tense; loves, 3rd person singular present; loving, present participle
Feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone)
- do you love me?

Like very much; find pleasure in
- I'd love a cup of tea, thanks
- I just love dancing
- a fun-loving girl

loves, plural
An intense feeling of deep affection
- babies fill parents with intense feelings of love
- their love for their country

A deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone
- it was love at first sight
- they were both in love with her
- we were slowly falling in love

A personified figure of love, often represented as Cupid

A great interest and pleasure in something
- his love for football
- we share a love of music

Affectionate greetings conveyed to someone on one's behalf

A formula for ending an affectionate letter
- take care, lots of love, Judy

A person or thing that one loves
- she was the love of his life
- their two great loves are tobacco and whiskey

A friendly form of address
- it's all right, love

Used to express affectionate approval for someone
- don't fret, there's a love

(in tennis, squash, and some other sports) A score of zero; nil
- love fifteen
- he was down two sets to love

Aint love grand.?.
I mean, there is much more to it, besides looking at the meaning of the word..!
Believe not.?..Not to worry.. :) ..'cause I am about to unfold a chapter of someone's life.. Yes, it's a true story..!


Like always, Hernandez was riding his cycle in the block where he stays. He loves to spend time with nature when he is alone. steering through the cool breeze, chasing the occasional vehicle that passes, watching people doing stuffs at home, racing through the pits and holes filled with rainwater after the few downpours; all this was one of the daily my-special-time-alone routine he used to have. He always wanted to friend, but didn't had the honor to have kids of his age in his locality, call it luck or destiny, so he always missed being somebody's friend, more than just a boy who lives right next to my house.


Being a natural born'n'gifted mind, his parents had huge expectations as being the elder son (God.!.isn't that too soon.?). Hern (As called by his friends) was aware of it and tried to keep up. He believed that his parents' happiness would keep him happy too. He went to Maryland's State High school, one of the best and near home. The fee was hefty, $5000 a year, but his father paid it. Mr. Sanchez, his father, always considered spend money on education as an investment deal (And the best one.!). And so far, the educational and social (etiquette) front was well taken care of and was going good.


It's the social (emotional) arena, where he thought to be a sore looser. No one is born as an emotionally subtle person. It's the initial 6-7 years which makes up the psychological frame work of the brain. Hern's family had been a disputed one. He usually used to catch glimpse of his father and his uncles sharing uncouth words on mere issue of authority and ego, which used to disturb the peace which he shares with his parents. Effected by this, his father lose his temper very frequently. Hernandez was used of the scolding and frequent beating up by Mr. Sanchez on petty things. Frightened by these activities, he gradually lost his self-confidence and self-esteem.


This brought about change in his various, daily routine. Around the age of 12, he went into a shell, an invisible, unbreakable shell from where he saw no one and pretend to think that no one's looking at him. He ceased to exist. He became a bookworm, a psycho. He had friends but for namesake. Soon, he was trapped inside such a shell. His parents couldn't comprehend the reason behind recent behaviour. Hern became ignorant, dull, short tempered. Like his soul isn't there.


Would Hernandez be able to come out of it or will he crush under its pressure.?
How can a teen survive such self created atrocities.?
Is teenage really that difficult.?


I'll be continuing it...Stay glued for more...:D

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

...A DreaM...NightmarE...

I sit alone on my bed,
lights out..
I should be sleeping but I can't..
Knowing that you're here,
that I'm not safe from you, still.
You're free to come back and hurt me.
Tired of the fight almost everyday,
I'll let you.
Praying through it all,
hoping that I'll still have the strength to get up
another day a fake a smile.

Hearing your foot steps,
I jump up....
watching the door,
you peak your head in my room.





Your features are different,
not the same as usual...
That only frightens me more...
You let yourself in, closing the door behind you.
I watch you come closer to me...
Holding the cover tighter to my body.

You kneel on your knees,
laying your head in my lap....
crying...
Not knowing what to do,
I stare...
Your sobs disgusting me...
Your tears, seeping through my clothes...
burning my skin...
Yet, I can't push you away...
Why? ...
I hate you...
But still my heart feels heavy for you....
'Do onto those as you wish to be done onto you.'
That rings in my ear...
So I embrace my rapist...
The man who's hurt me repeatedly...
knowing the wrong in his actions...
No words were said...
I wouldn't have had it anyother way..

After hours of me comforting you(r) ....
sorrow, self pitty...guilt? ....
You stand up, and back away...
looking me in my eyes...
Shaking your head...
saying aloud,
' I don't know what's wrong with me, '
I can't say anything...
so I just look,
you then pull a gun from your pants....
my eyes bulge...
my heart rate speeds up...
palms getting sweaty...
I try to say your name aloud...
nothing comes out....
You hold the gun out to me...but I shake me head...
'no, '
is all i can bare to whisper...
nodding, you say,
' I'm sorry.... forgive me? '
Nodding my head.....shutting my eyes tight...
I whisper..
'I do, '
Hearing your body hit the ground....
my eyes open...
'So am I, '
I say...
Waking up the next morning..
thinking it was all a dream...
stretched out of bed..
I look down and see my feet in a puddle of blood....
It's true....
I am free........

...LovE StorY...

Above the sighing of the sea
a silver voice ensorcelled me.
She sang of other days and times
of coral sands and warmer climes.

The sweetness of the melody
combined with tales of tragedy.
Held me entranced I could not go.
It was imperative I know

who sang alone upon the shore
where I had often strolled before.
Tonight beneath the silver moon.
I felt my inner self attune.

I raised my voice a baritone
So she would know she’s not alone.
Our voices joined harmoniously.
I think she’s been aware of me.

before I sang a single note.
She sat upon an upturned boat.
Moonlight outlined her silhouette.
We sang together a duet.

I walked across the drying sand
to where she sat and took her hand.
I could not speak no more could she
but we established empathy.



We sat in silence side by side
and watched the slowly ebbing tide.
WE seemed to have no need for words
but thoughts between us flew like birds.

She was an exile just like me
her homeland far across the sea.
She had been born in Port of Spain
and longed to see her home again.


She could remember vividly
the beauty of the scenery
. I told her I remembered too.
The white sands and the sea of blue.

Two strangers met beside the sea.
We felt that it was meant to be,
no longer strangers but firm friends
As if the fates would make amends.

Our friendship deepened day by day.
Dan Cupid always gets his way.
I asked if she would marry me
she was quite happy to agree.

The dream we shared was to go home
where would find a warm welcome.
We both worked hard and put away
what cash we could against the day



We’d bid farewell to these cold shores
and make our way back home of course
. And that is how we came to be
the owners of a hostelry.

In San Fernando Trinidad.
Where bright sunshine makes our hearts glad.
A place where foreign tourists stay
on their sun seekers holiday.

WE have a daughter and a son
and soon there’ll be another one.
I bless the night I heard her sing.
Which was the start of everything.

We both still sing to entertain
our paying guests and we explain
How strangers met by accident
or perhaps divine intent.

Each time we sing a love duet
about that night when first we met.
Our voices blend I harmony
our love is clear for all to see.

Although we have fond memories
of that cold country overseas.
We know where we would rather be.
Right here in our own home country.

...LivE & LovE...




When you are standing by my grave
Don't ask the children to behave,
Let them run free and shout out loud,
The living joy of which I'm proud.....

When I am lying six feet deep
Don't sadly hang your head and weep,
But let my final epitaph
Be tales of life that make you laugh.....

When you are talking at my wake
Don't chat politely eating cake,
Instead buy champagne by the crate
Link arms with friends, dance, celebrate!

When people stop and say 'too bad'
Don't reminisce and then feel sad,
But raise your glass up high and toast
The joys of life you love the most.....

When all are shaking hands at last
Don't hold a grudge from years long past,
But face each other, then embrace,
Forgive, let love spread from this place.....


And finally, when on your own,
Don't think that you are all alone,
But sing out loud so I can hear
And wipe away that foolish tear.....

For I lived well
And I lived long
And none shall soon forget my song,
And all I wish,
From high above,
Is you live well and long, my love....



Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Best Friends..!



Although it's quite a statement
Well, it happens to be true
The best friend I have ever had
I'm glad to say, is you.
You're there if I should need you
And you never turn away
I know I can depend on you
At any time of day.
We've had our ups and downs
As nearly everybody does
But problems never last for long
With special friends like us.
Some people have so many friends
With whom they spend their time
But no-one has a best friend
Who's as wonderful as mine.
So thanks for always being there
Your friendship's strong and true
And I just want to let you know
I'm always there for you! 
" It's only me.........but i can change a Life"

Courtesy..."My Sister"... 


All New Hyundai Verna.!

It's like a trend...all sedans turning sporty and getting a new face-lift with new engine, better fuel efficiency, interiors and affordability.

Ladies and Gentlemen...Here is the All new Hyundai Verna Review for you.!

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

The Game..of Cricket.!!

The Cricketing world will be witnessing the 2000th match in the History of Test Cricket.!
Not only that. 
I'd be the 100th Test match between the two Test playing nations, i.e. India and England.!
And all of it to be at The Lord's Cricket ground.!!
...........
Aint we forgetting something.?.think....think..!!
It's gonna be a hell lot's of entertaining cricket in coming weeks...so...stay glued.!

Check out : http://www.devilspavilion.in/2011/07/cricketing-delight.html for further read.!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Jaipur: An experience

Here I am...from a wonderful trip from the Pink City of Jaipur..

Well, I won't be blabbering about the historical facts much here..'cause its all available on 'Google'..as we say, and also its too long and conspicuous at places that you'll probably start to sleep soundly. I must say that Jaipur is one of those cities which are smaller in area and population in view of people like me from metropolitan city like New Delhi, but is efficient in providing all the necessities required by its people in terms of food (availability and seasonal variety), clothing, shelter, heritage, transportation facilities (public and private), communication,  etc. I must admit that I was impressed to see the traffic police department and Jaipur police working together in units of 15-20 men in a radius of 1km to keep traffic moving at a brisk pace, though, corrupted behavior of them can be seen here too..!

Areal view of Jaipur from Amber


Above that, the city posses great deal of cultural taste. From those Rajasthani handmade dresses to way of speaking and hospitality and o'course, FOOD.!. The actual 'Pink City' is surrounded by large entry gates, which includes the City Palace (where the Royal family of Jaipur live), Hawa Mahal, Jantar Mantar (meaning Calculations using Instruments), ancient Govind Dev Temple, and the brilliant marketplace. This area was founded by the Maharaj Sawai Jai Singh II, ruler of Amber in 1727. Apart from these, the Amber Fort, where the kings and queens along with their private helpers and servants used to live, was a treat to the eyes and mind. The fort was divided into many segments like the Diwan-e-aam, Diwan-e-khas, the kings' quarters, the queens' quarters, etc. Another fort was made for the army to live and keep the security intact. The rain water harvesting system of the fort was spread over a stretch of 6km on the hilly terrain and could hold about 3 lac gallons of water.!. They also posses the world's most heavy cannon listed in the Guinness book of world records, which can fire to a distance of about 36km.!. But it was never needed or fired except while a test once.

The Jal Palace is a 5 and half storey palace where the king and queen used to visit during the summers and enjoy hunting from the palace. Cool breeze blows from water to the palace, keeping away the summer heat. Now only 2 storey are above the water and the rest 3 and half beneath water. It has been developed like 'Chowpatty' where people can come and sit, enjoy the breeze, snacks, etc.

After the day's sightseeing, 'ChowkiDhani' is a place you should be at to spend the night. Its kinda renovated wasteland into a cultural experience with all dress-ups, dance shows, puppet show, magic show...and last but not least, the Feast, where you'd be eating in the typical Indian style, blend with the Rajasthani taste in food.

The rest of the city is like usual modern city. Its developing fast and expanding at brisk pace. All in all, it is a place to be, being an Indian, its a must visit.