My Diminutive Paradise

  (An attempt in writing a story) Breathing heavily , soaked in sweat and hands stained with blood they both kept running through the dark pathway , surrounded on both sides by life-less trees and ravens feeding on dead bodies . It’s a place where no light can enter . It’s a road , taken by many in recent times . “We have been running for a long time and we have crushed many lives ” , said one of them , worried . “Don’t think about the past my friend . We have to do this . We have to , for what lies at the end of this road ” , replied another , with stern determination and scratching the big scar on his cheek he added  , “It is necessary that we waste them . We should be the only one to own that ” . Together than ran , not stopping for anything and not knowing what lies ahead . All they wanted was to reach the end of it . Blood splashed from the roads when they ran . They stopped suddenly hearing a low moan from the mist the stood before them . They glanced at each other...

  The most important question :   The mystery of whose story it will be......of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? Who drives us mad......lashes us with whips......and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it that does all these things? Who honors those we love with the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us and at the same time sings that we'll never die? Who teaches us what's real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend? Who chains us? And who holds the key that can set us free?     It's you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight.   * Quoted from the movie Sucker Punch *

  Boy 1 : Hey ! Nice shirt dude . Boy 2 : Thanks man . Its just 2500 bucks u know…pretty cheap actually . Boy 1 : ( In his mind )– OMG!! he is gonna start it again . Boy 2 : Its some American brand it seems …but very cheap . Boy 1 : Oh ! ok da…I have got some work to do . See ya later . (and he runs , never turning back) .   This sort of conversation is common among girls too . You might have listened to such conversations or may be you would have been the victim of such morons . How do you choose your clothing ?? . First comes the color , pattern/design , quality and finally the cost . But for many , this order is on the reverse . All they look for is a branded clothing and something costly (way too more than it actually deserves) . I agree than no one can compromise with the quality but claiming that only the branded stuff , preferably international , provides you with the best quality is totally absurd . The hilarious part is that , they choose stuff , which shows ...

“ OMG !!!! you are completely wet . Cant you wait somewhere till the rain stops ?? “ , my mom exclaimed and came running towards me , a towel in her hand and eyes wide in shock . Its her usual way of reacting . A small scratch in my finger and she covers it with rolls of bandage . “I actually waited for a long time mom , that’s why it took so long . I thought I could make it here when the rain eased a bit , but…” . I cooked up a story , with the completely innocent face and she bought it . Its raining , finally !!! . After getting deep fried in the extremely hot summer sun , who would want to miss the rain ?? I was in a bus when it started raining . Most of the bus commuters  welcomed it with a huge relief . But still , they closed all their windows . I couldn’t . It was great to look at the patterns those raindrops where making in the front window and the wipers  putting up a fight with them to ward them off its territory .  I sat there enjoying the rain and the ...

My blog is turning two today !! Yippeee !!! Thank you all for following . Ok. Now , at this happier moment i would like to say something and here it goes . Through this blog i have shared a bit of my life , made u laugh sometimes , and made u yawn a lot and sometimes made u think (i guess) ;) . Its all because u cared to read and comment . Thank u for that . I will try to do better stuff in future . This blog really means something to me .Its special and its more like my online diary and im really , really glad that its turning two . So , Im really happy - dont have any serious words to put in  .Well ! Thats it . Thank you all .

It was a unique feeling . Something that could lift all the weight in your mind and leave you elated . It’s a mix of pride and happiness . If u are a follower , you should have come across the post LOST , where I have mentioned that I felt guilty for ignoring the old lady  on the streets . What good in just writing if one doesn’t care about following ?  I did try and believe me , it gives you  happiness like no other . That old lady doesn’t actually beg for anything . She always stays by the temple , alone . There is something in her which shows that she once lived a good life and now caught in the whirlwinds of fate . She always hesitates , a lot , before she asks for something . That day , I decided to do something . I went to a nearby bakery , bought something for her to eat and came back to give her . Her old dry lips curved up to a big smile when i gave it  and she raised her hand and said , “ Nalla iruppa ” .Its was right at that moment I felt something...