Posts

Software Engineer's Cry ~ Storizen Magazine


A Software Engineer life is not a happy tale to be printed in words, he or she has to undergo a lot of troubles to sustain in the industry. Here is a cry which I scribbled a few weeks back. (based on the inspiration from my project manager and my second project)

This poem has been published in the September issue of Storizen. Please click on the image below to read.


You are welcome to Promote this post on IndiBlogger, Like & Share on Facebook, Plus & Share on Google or Retweet on Twitter.. Do leave your footprints! Thanks in advance!

Struggle of a 30-year-old bachelor


And before I knew it, I had hit ‘Send’. Was I frustrated too much or lost my patience that day? I really can’t answer.

I had so many reasons to stay in this company: my girlfriend, my teammates, and my supervisor. Still I had to quit…though Outlook had a feature to recall sent emails before reading them I decided the other way.

I phoned my girlfriend on her mobile and informed her about my resignation; she got angry and ended my call without speaking any word. Even my friends were angry as well. My supervisor called me on my phone enquiring the reason, but when I said the reason, he called me an idiot and scolded me badly. Everybody had a reason to blame me, but no one was ready to think from my position. I did not resign because they paid peanuts or because they failed to recognize my talent, but for the sake of my small skinny stomach: food.

How could someone resign a good job for the sake of food? Was that the question in your mind, come and stay with me, you would understand why.

That night I could not sleep at all, I was in tears, as she too did not understand me instead of thinking of ways to stay in touch with me, she texted Let’s breakup. Long distance relationships will not work for me.

Hell it was. Next 30 days were the worst days of my life. I left the city without any regrets, as I learnt the difference between love and time pass; real friends and fake friends; everything I learnt in those days made me a self-made man.

Five years have gone now. I have come back to the same place. Memories evoking again like a silhouette of me. I believe that there should not be any problem now. I know cooking a bit. Also, technology has improved. Options have increased. My colleague introduced me to a site called www.foodpanda.in where I could order foods online from pre-defined list of shops: a simple and an easy way to stay tummy full.

The best part of the site is that they deliver in eleven major cities of India, quality food from different shops, delivered on time and with cash on delivery option. Haven’t tried foodpanda.in? Try it now, it‘s simple as in the image below and worth the money! Say foodpanda.in that you came from Few Miles.



PS: This is a sponsored post. However, it is a reflection of a story shared by my friend Karthik when asked why did he quit the company. Do leave your precious footprints! You are welcome to promote this post on IndiBlogger, Like & Share on Facebook, Plus & Share on Google or Retweet on Twitter.


From the pages!


So if you're standing at Gate-A, you move straight and take the second right and then the first left. You move to the last building, take the lift to the 10th floor. Get down, traverse half the round about, move right and the last door that you see is where I live. Alone. That said, it shouldn't be assumed that I'm a loner. I hate being perceived as someone I'm not.

Talking about the present, it's a Sunday and to give you the precision specifics, I'm at one of those moments when one feels like lazing around like a log. Probably thinking something about someone who must be somewhere doing likewise? I have no idea, we haven't really been in touch after our graduation.

Well, to be honest, it's only because of my diary (that I once used to write!) that I'm reminiscing about my room mate. The diary which lies on the bed in isolation as I lay relaxed on the bean bag and look out into the sky. It's gonna rain soon, by the way!

Anyways, if you knew Rohan, you would always want to be around him. Not me, he more often than not, brought sheer embarrassment to me. My batch mates used to find him funny, I felt otherwise. It is easy to like a person when you can make fun of them. I know the behind-the-scenes, I shared a goddamn room with him.

Whoever proposes a girl who doesn't even know who the guy is. And that too with two movie tickets in hand for a already-thought-of-first-date. Rohan wasn't even handsome and rich for the dumb girls to fall for him. Very average and stupid most of the times. He used to wear that Green t-shirt and pink shorts in hostel and memorize lines from movies and serials that he'll speak at the dinner table and make everyone laugh. Ass!

Once he asked me to accompany him to the Spanish classes he had joined. I did, thinking that I'll taste some Spanish. After the hour long boring class, Rohan introduced me to someone he had met since he had started attending the classes. I realized that these guys were going out everyday. I kind of felt happy and while I was walking back to hostel, I had a different sense of amusement. A week later when this guy Rohan was crying inside the room and refused to tell me the reason I realized that he had broken up with her. Why? She was dating someone else. I felt bad then but soon I realized that Rohan still went every evening with that girl so that she could buy something for her boyfriend's birthday. I was furious and so pissed off that I would have nearly slapped Rohan when he was telling me stories of how he is in awe of her when she was shopping with him for her new boyfriend.

He would break window panes in hostel, accidentally pour water on my lab files, bath two times a day, ask you to go out of the room because he wants to change!?! In our room he would use my stuff for all he cared. Wash clothes and spread them all over the room, wanted lights off by 11 pm until a day when I aggressively told him, "Enough". He feared raised voices for a reason I can't tell you just because it was personal to him and I ain't that mean!

During exams, he would constantly chatter and not let anyone study. Called me his 'mentor', liked pictures of nearly everyone on Facebook, sent stupid game requests, and while everyone asked for seasons of those hit English series (like F.R.I.E.N.D.S), he roamed about asking for cartoons!

He had this fascination of having a tattoo made on his neck and on his arm. He chose an occasion for doing so, our Farewell, wow! He had those ear rings (!?!) which contain magnet clamped on to his ears. He was hugging everyone and clicking photos as I watched from a distance. I looked at him and started walking back to our room. As I unlocked our room and started to pack my bags, I found a letter that he had written for me.

I'll be honest, that was an emotional letter though the signature at the end of the letter put me off.

Your mentee
Rohan

Whoever writes that!
I was to leave next morning but I after the letter I learned that I won't be able to face him again. I was getting emotional. I took out a sticky note and wrote "Take care Rohan", stuck it on his almirah and left.

That perhaps was the last of the communication I had with him.
I hated him at times, was irritated most of the times, he embarrassed me by putting me in awkward situations, but I kind of still feel for him more than anyone from college.

I know he's a genuine guy because he found out my new mail id from somewhere and mailed me a couple of times. I never bothered to reply. I felt small.

Anyways, that doesn't take anything away from the fact that he was stupid and involved me in his stupidity somewhere.

Stupid days and silly memories. The heavens are raining already. Cheers Rohan wherever you are.

Like the story? Thank you for the fantastic story, Animesh. Visit his blog Penning Down The Mind now for his updates. You are welcome to Like & Share on Facebook, Plus & Share on Google or Retweet on Twitter.. Do not forget to leave your footprints! Thanks in advance!

Life in #2030



The Prime Minister of India tweets, in a minute the short summary in white says, PMOUS, PMOUK, EUROGROUPS, CHINA and 20,300,000 RETWEETS and FAVORITES; the reaction they all have in their face is what words cannot define. He smiles as his green mantra works out well for us Indians, “Less tension more work; more invention less work!” His success story started with a simple mission, “Be it rice, wheat, sugar, dairy products or whatever; do not give anything for free to Indians other than FREE EDUCATION: up to any under graduation course and thereafter if anybody wants to pursue post graduation would be paid a decent stipend; if they choose Robotics and Artificial Intelligence as major, would be paid more than what an IT professional working in a MNC earns.

He demolished all the houses and apartments on earth and allotted every single family a spacecraft that houses a variety of things that a human being would desire to have. He made people to work from home only for 6 hours in a day, a perfect way of managing time between work and personal life. People communicated through their sophisticated customized colored Facebook accounts other than the traditional blue colored accounts. A unique email id is provided by Government for each individual to use for all communications, including official ones to save server spaces. He made the citizens of India to live a life which they could not even dream in their past.

His ideology behind shopping is just amazing; in fact, it is fun, fun and more fun! He says all you need on earth is just a touch away, start touching folks.

Apps rule the world! For anything and everything that you want to do, can be done using an app., Say, if you want to buy a dress for a wedding, all you need is to login to a shopping app with the unique id, choose the model, color, size and on confirmation, the app launches a virtual session where you can try the dress to check if it fits you or not, and based on the observation the dress will be altered if needed and, then delivered at your doorstep in less than 30 minutes.

Not just for a dress, one can buy or sell anything using an app. Some of the examples are when you buy a car, the app launches a virtual session to test drive the car and you will be able to verify the originality of each and every part inside it; or to buy a cell phone after a hands on session virtually; groceries can be bought directly from farms maintained by robots as they took the place of humans in fields like agriculture, farming, poultry etc., and human beings concentrated only on exploring technologies further.

With digital wallet, life is just made easy! Usage of electronic money instead of age-old physical money gave the power to people and only by using the one and only unique account provided by Government of India linked to Aadhar card. And for NRI’s and foreigners Government provided a temporary unique card for all transactions and it served as an identity card. Taxes are applicable only for having child and the couples who preferred to not have kids are paid funds.

With Cloud Service integrating the world under one roof, with phones replaced by super computers on microchip that is activated on any glasses, (a successor of Google glasses of yesteryears.) life is just a touch away as all shopping are done based on comparison. An extension, plug-in or an app on a glass will let you compare the prices and to buy the one that suits us the best. Such advancement in technology controlled the climatic changes too. Green house gases are reduced: no signs of Global warming.

With the innovation of engines to generate energy using water, air and sun light, petrol is no longer needed as a fuel, On a sunny day, any device that needs power would use that, and if it is raining then they use water for power and on any air can be used for generating power and this holds good for all. No traffic jams, as everybody used air routes; a separate air lane is allotted for each type of vehicles: for two wheelers, four wheelers, emergency vehicles, aeroplanes and jet. This made shopping more fun and the delivery as fast as possible; such is the perfection of robots and automation: the best.

In short, he created heaven on earth by innovating new technologies! But he says, “All thanks to the father of shopping apps: #eBayCheck a magical app that automatically offers you the best prices on eBay.in for any products you may be looking for on internet using chrome. All you need to do is add eBay Check, the official Google Chrome extension from eBay India.

* * *

The food is ready, shouts the amber-eyed angel for the eighth time that closed the pink fantasy doors of my imagination and I came back to senses. She laughed at my imagination but when she experienced eBay Check, she was amazed by the magical app and agreed to what I wrote :) Have you experienced the eBay Check magic? If not do right away by clicking the button below and see how it works; let all the luck be with you!



My tweets for #eBayCheck





This post is written for The Future of Shopping contest on IndiBlogger sponsored by eBay.in. Check here for more info: bit.ly/eBayCheck_Extention

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. Like my imagination? Wow or not? Leave your precious footprints for me! You are welcome to promote this post on IndiBlogger, Like & Share on Facebook, Pin on Pinterest, Plus & Share on Google or Retweet on Twitter.

हम गिद्ध कब से हो गए

हम पत्थर ही पूजेंगे


हम पत्थर ही पूजेंगे
उसे देवी बताएँगे 
मंदिरों सजाएंगे
साड़ी गहने चढ़ाएंगे 
और जो हांड मांस की 
साक्षात देवी 
मातृत्व का बहनत्व का 
वरदान देती 
जो जग की जननी 
उसे पूजना तो दूर 
दहेज़ लोभी बन जलाएंगे
पुरषत्व का ढोल पीटेंगे
हाथ उठाएंगे
व्यभिचारी दरिन्दे बन 
उसे नोचेंगे काट खाएंगे
हाँ पर हम उसे 
पत्थरों में जरुर पूजेंगे
उसे देवी बताएंगे






हम गिद्ध कब से हो गए 



अधरों पे मुस्कान हुई 
हम मुस्कानों को नोचेंगे 
दिल पाले अरमां जब भी 
हम अरमानो को रौंदेंगे 
पर उड़ना चाहे जो भी 
उड़ान नहीं होने देंगे 
गिद्ध दृष्टि आबरू पे 
हम गिद्ध कब से हो गए 



जिसका खेल हैं गुड्डा गुड्डीया 
उसको भी नर नोच रहा 
हवस का साया कच्चे मन पे 
न रत्ती भर सोच रहा 
इस पर भी इंसा मैं कहता 
मुझको जी संकोच रहा 
बचपन पंजो में 
हम गिद्ध कब से हो गए 



नयी चिड़िया थी 
उड़ने का अंदाज नया था 
अब की कोयल होना था 
उसका साज नया था 
काले बादलो ने घेरा 
बिजलियाँ बरसाई 
दुनिया देखती रही 
हम गिद्ध कब से हो गए 



तमाशा दुसरों का 
हम देखते हैं रहते 
कोई फब्तियां कसे 
हम देखते हैं रहते 
छेड़खानी करे 
हम देखते हैं रहते 
बेबसी की मूरत नहीं 
एक हिस्सा हम भी गिद्ध हैं 



तमाशा कब तुम्हारा हो जाए 
आग घर लग जाए 
दिन ढलने  में 
दुश्वार हो जाए 
कल की सोचो 
आवाज उठाओ रोको 
अपनी ख़ामोशी 
उसकी जुर्रत न बनो 
तमाशबीन हम गिद्ध से बदत्तर 
आवाज उठाओ रोको 
कल की सोचो 
गिद्ध न बनो 



देवी को खड्ग संभालना ही होगा 



जिसकी आबरू पे 
साडी मखमली चढ़े 
उसकी कराह दुनिया 
सुन भी ले 
चर्चा करे सब कैमरे
कैंडल जले 


जिसको निवाला एक नहीं 
उन पे भी
गिद्धों की दृष्टि नेक नहीं 
न वर्दी सुने 
न कुर्सी सुने 
न सुनता 
कभी हैं कैमरा  


मैं ये नहीं कहता 
जो दिल्ली मुंबई में हुआ 
वो अत्याचार नहीं 
बलात्कार नहीं 
मैं ये पूछता हूँ 
जो गांवों कस्बो घटा 
क्या उनसे हमारा 
कोई सरोकार नहीं 

मखमली साडी को भी 
जब न्याय मुश्किल हुआ 
अब खुद सोचिए
जो चिथड़ो ढकी 
उसका होता हैं क्या 


दरिंदा मामूली रहा 
तो कोई बात भी करो 
गर दरिंदा अमीरी में पला हो 
वर्दी बिकी कुर्सी बिकी 
न्याय सारा बिक गया 
कानून तो वैसे भी अँधा रहा 
वर्दी ने उसे वैश्या बता दिया 


इस पे भी कोई 
फुल्लन हो जाए 
तो हाय तोबा 
बंदूक उठाए 
तो हाय तोबा 


सूती और मखमली में 
भेद न करो 
आबरू सबकी हैं 
फरेब न करो 
आबादी में इंसानियत
कब की गई हैं गुम
गिनतियाँ सब गिनने लगो 
तो शर्म से मर जाओ तुम 


जब चीत्कारों से 
शहर गूंजे गूंजे बस्तियां 
गूंजे गाँव घर 
इस पर भी 
खुद को आदमी कहते मगर 


जब इन्साफ का तराजू 
कुछ तोलेगा नहीं 
समाज मेरा मूक 
कुछ बोलेगा नहीं 
फिर तो देवी को खड्ग
संभालना ही होगा 
महिषासुर मारना ही होगा 


: शशिप्रकाश सैनी 



Like Shashi's poem? Visit his blog for more wonderful poems. You are welcome to download his first poetry ebook here Like & Share on Facebook, Plus & Share on Google or Retweet on Twitter.. Do encourage the poet by leaving your footprints! Thanks in advance!

Made for each other ♥



In a corner of the party hall stood a beautiful blue-eyed angel with a cup of orange juice in her hand. She wore a snow-white splendid sheath party dress that ran from the bottom of the toes to the top of her chest and it perfectly hugged her figure following her curves to elegance, as if it had been made for her. The one-shoulder strap bodice adorned with subtle floral embellishments on the edge and the skirt part, the echoing floral embellishments had drowned from the left side waistline in front and become more to the sweep train. A small heart-shaped pendant hanged from a thin necklace around her neck, tiny heart-shaped earrings dangling on her ears, a round nose ring with embedded stones and a round designer headpiece studded with heart shaped stones hanged from the middle of her head complimented her radiant face gleaming in the party light. Her black hair hung perfectly, its choppy layers framed her face and indeed, she was truly a work of beauty! All eyes were fixed on her waiting for an opportunity to taste her.

To the people around her, she was a just blue-eyed beauty, or maybe a dream girl they wish to marry, but to her little heart, she was more than that. Actually a queen of her own world who could make any one mad with her nonstop nonsense and could burn anyone with her anger, though her heart was clear as a crystal and thoughts were noble as dove. In fact, she was a sweet candy to all who knew her closely.

With each passing minute she became restless, her gaze ran through the place for the seventh time searching for her man, but in vain. She walked to the bartender to fill her glass again and on the way back, she stumbled over the edge of the carpet. A six-foot handsome hunk helped her, smiled and asked if she was okay. She neither did return the smile nor responded to him. She moved away angrily as it was his mistake to make her wait. It was in her basic nature; she neither waited for someone nor made someone to wait. He apologized to her blaming that his jeep’s engine was faulty, so he has to walk all the way to the party hall. Still she was not convinced.

Being married to her for the past two years, he exactly knew what to do to make her happy. So he took a rose from his coat, went down in one knee, and recited a poem for her.

All my life I dreamt of a love,
That does not need any dove,
Still deep and soulful, I knew
It could be only you!

I think of you all day and night,
Even if we break up after the fight,
And whenever I feel bad and down,
You make me laugh and stay around!

Under the cloud and o’er the earth,
I searched for someone from my birth,
Who loves me till eternity with all heart?
And that’s you my sweetest sweetheart!


She blushed! He got up and hugged her tight. And they kissed each other happily!

It was no surprise that why he had won her heart among all the thousands who wanted to fall in love.


This post is written for The Character contest on IndiBlogger sponsored by Harper Collins. Have you read Ismita Tandon's second book Jacob Hills? If not, do right away, Click here to buy Jacob Hills on Amazon.com

Taking the cue from the versatile characters in Jacob Hills, I have created her sketch, the description reveals how she looks, and her character is what she to her little heart. She has a game for you: #GuessHerName? Clue: Put on your glasses and search for the answer in the image.

PS: After winning a couple of school level painting competitions and getting featured on Young World, I lost the interest in painting due to some unavoidable reasons. Today, I am glad I could sketch one after almost twelve years. Hope my dream girl is looking good. The sketch is inspired by an image found on Google Images :)

How is the sketch and the story? Do leave your footprints? Thanks in advance! And you are welcome to promote this post on IndiBlogger, Like & Share on Facebook, Plus & Share on Google or Retweet on Twitter..

Jacob Hills ~ Ismita Tandon Dhankher ~ Book Review



Image Source: Ismita Tandon Facebook Cover Album

Jacob Hills is yet another fantastic book from Ismita’s pen; having read her first book, ‘Love on the Rocks’, I had a lot of expectation on this and she in fact wrote a wonderful book, which dealt with grave social issues and murder mystery. A fresh read this is!

I have a habit of observing the cover of any book that I read and this one has a lot to offer, bright sunset, a lonely road and a hill to paint a murder mystery in mind and I am sure that one cannot put down the book after reading the blurb of the story.

The blurb:
It’s just another evening at the Tiller’s Club.

Capt. Rana, a Young Officer training at the War College, stands at the bar, deliberately is avoiding his pregnant wife, Heena. Saryu, village belle-turned-modern babe, drink in hand, chats up another YO. Her husband, Maj. Vikram Singh, shoots angry glances at her. The flamboyant Lt. Col. Gary Randhawa and his wife Pam chat merrily with the senior officers – who’d guess that they lead an underground swinger couples’ club?

In a corner stands Eva, the beautiful Anglo-Indian wife of Maj. George Chandy, who finds herself at the heart of a murder mystery. The murdered woman’s body is covered with cigarette burns. A six-year-old girl’s wrist is similarly marked. Another little girl shows signs of severe abuse.

This is Jacob Hills: an army station that houses the War College. A world of genteel conversation, smart men and graceful women. Set in the 1980s – in a country on the cusp of tradition and Westernized modernity – Jacob Hills is the story of what lies beneath the smooth veneer. It’s a noxiousness the Chandys must confront if their love is to survive Jacob Hills.

Now you would agree that it is a good snapshot of what to expect and supports the title with a clear pointer to the army station at Jacob Hills. Being a lover of fragrances and smells (as said in post no. 400), this one was smell worthy!

If you expect me to write about the author, I would first say she is first a fantastic poet, though she tags herself as A Lesser Known Poet and blogging at www.lesserknownpoet.com. A good friend and a kind-hearted person who wants me to get published and I hope I would get published someday soon. Her poem, ‘I Am Beautiful’, won a prize in the Yahoo-Dove IndiBlogger contest and, several other poems have won hearts for her. She’s also the author of the romantic thriller Love on the Rocks, released in 2011. And she is currently working on The Song of the Sufi Masroof, a book of photographs and poems.

After the brief note and before the heart-wrenching prologue, a meaningful poem:

A life without love
Is like a park without children,
Bereft of laughter, of innocence...
Like a temple without God,
A book without a reader,
A man without a woman,
Yet, many a senseless life is spent,
Craving the pleasures of the flesh...


The story:
Like the dogs Bozo and Bullet, she and he and his favourite game, to kiss and burn. He’s a coward and a cowards always stabs in the back. She is found dead with cigarette burns on her body in an old abandoned church in Jacob Hills. Eva, who has moved recently to Jacob Hills with her husband Maj. George Chandy, finds her bleeding badly, admits her in the hospital with the help of Maj. Alex, where she breathes the last. No one is able to identify who the woman is and so she is cremated at government expense. A six-year-old girl’s wrist is similarly marked. Another little girl shows signs of severe abuse. Col. Sampat along with Eva and George resolves the mystery behind the murder and discovers some dark secrets of the residents of Jacob Hills.

This story offers you a lot of things – a newly married couple, child sexual abuse, an ill-mental man, sexual flavours, wife swapping, parties, drinks and get together. In total, Ismita has woven a good decent that keeps you glued till the very end.

Like in her first book, Ismita has many POV’s narrating the story, which I liked a lot as I could see the story through the characters eyes :)

Rating:
PLOT: 4.5/5
CHARACTERS: 4/5
WRITING STYLE: 4.5/5
TWISTS: 4.5/5
BOOK COVER: 5/5
OVERALL RATING: 4.5/5

Overall, the story is interesting and well written and talks about the grave social issues; it is a book worth reading, so do check it out.

Book Details:
Title: Jacob Hills
Author: Ismita Tandon Dhankher
Paperback: 259 pages
Publisher: HarperCollins (May 2013)
Genre: Mystery
Read: Paperback
Buy on: FlipKart
Facebook | Goodreads


* A heartfelt thanks to IndiBlogger, Harper Collins India and Ismita for sending the book and to my dearest wife for carrying the book all the way to Hamburg, Germany :)

** Keeping the review short and simple, as last time I wrote almost the complete story of 'Love on the Rocks' as review :P

Like the review? Sounds interesting? Buy Jacbo Hills on FlipKart. Help to reach more people, Promote this post on IndiBlogger, Share & Like on Facebook, Pin on Pinterest, Plus & Share on Google or Retweet on Twitter.. Do not forget to leave your footprints! Thanks in advance!

Life is a mix of both: Sweet and Sour!



This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 41; the forty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "SWEET AND SOUR"

Dreams crushed. Self-confidence lost. Do we have a life now? Or was it just a crushed dream? I wonder.

Wires and tubes are running all around my body. Huge bandage is wrapped on my head and I cannot see anything clearly. Is this what people call as ICU? Definitely, this is a new place to me and for her. She is afraid of injections itself; I have no idea on how she is going to handle this life’s misery.

Is it our mistake to board that last bus to my place? Or is it my mistake for being unable to protect her? Or is it God’s mistake to create humans unable to withstand animal attacks? Whom to ask, God? I doubt if God still exists?

Heart rate increases. Alarm beeps. A team of five nurse rushes in and an injection (Morphine) is given. I doze off; slowly and painfully. The horrific memories of that ill-fated day occupied my mind: the day when our dreams were shattered into pieces and life became nothing.

Whom to blame? Boarding that last bus? Deciding to go to my place at that time of the night? Calling my parents on our land phone getting permission to bring her home? Taking her out for a movie? Visiting her place speaking with her parents and getting their acceptance for our relationship? Coming to Mumbai in search of her? Deciding to breakup for the sake of our parents’? Or falling in love with that stupid idiotic cute little devil?

I do not have an answer for this; but of this, I am sure: they are not human beings, not even animals’ as animals would not hunt that way; they are something which words cannot describe. They shattered our dreams. Had I known this I would not have boarded that bus, tinted windows and curtains and those 8 bastards who would even f*** their M***** if their loins are heated up.
Alarm beeps again. The team rushes in again and injects another dose to keep my heart rate under control. I calm down.

They laid a trap for us. The bus occupants had everything planned. Apart from the driver and the conductor, others behaved like they were passengers. We even paid Rs 50 as fare. They then started teasing her and it led to a brawl. I beat them up but then they brought an iron rod and hit on my head first, face second, then on knees. I fell down in pain and they took her away. From where we boarded the bus, they moved around for nearly one hour and 17 minutes. She even fought with them, but those animals hit on her head with the iron rod. She passed out. And those M***** F****** raped her; brutally and repeatedly.

They snatched our mobiles and tore off our clothes in order to destroy any evidence of the crime. And after throwing us off the bus, they tried to run the bus over us but I pulled her away in the nick of time. No one came forward to help us for about 30 minutes, finally a police man helped us; he took us to the hospital in his own jeep instead of waiting for the ambulance.

What happened to her? Is she alive? Alarm beeps again. This time my heartbeat raced like a tsunami. And I...

...after three days: conscious and okay, for the first time, I felt ashamed for being born as an Indian; cut me into pieces or set me on fire for saying that, but I meant what I said. I felt ashamed for being unable to protect her and for so many wonderful human beings, who ran away from us fearing that they may become an eyewitness for the case if they help us instead of lending a helping hand.

I asked a nurse about her condition. She first resisted, but then said that she has undergone a major surgery to remove her gangrenous intestines and she is unlikely to recover. I do not have a big heart to hear what she said, so I requested her to keep me sedated until she recovers.

...after seven days: I woke me up hearing that she is recovering well. She has undergone another major surgery and a bionic intestine is now stitched. I hurried to her bed in a wheelchair and whispered her name. She opened her eyes, I held her hand and said, be my life forever.

...after seven years: we are married, living happily with our kids now. Maybe, life cannot be only sweet and not definitely be sour; life is a mix of both: Sweet and Sour love story.


The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. Participation Count:25

This post has won the second maximum number of votes in the contest, since I am the hosting marshal, I have passed on the BATOM to the next eligible winner. See the results here.


PS: The theme for The Write Tribe Festival is Seven. This post has 777 words and has several sevens in it. Find them out. Good Luck!

Do you have something to say? Leave a comment! Promote this post on IndiBlogger, Share & Like on Facebook, Pin on Pinterest, Plus & Share on Google or Retweet on Twitter. Thanks in advance!