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India

Posted by S on April 16, 2009

The lazy one wakes up again…writes a Klash entry and goes back to sleep :) . Hope to be more regular this time…

The word this week is India and the specific rule is not to use the word in the entry….

The serpentine passport queue irked him. Everytime! He had outgrown it all -queues, red tapes, human errors….

Settled in the USA for over 10 years, he had changed grown and learnt to drive on the wrong side; to replace respect with informality; to share washing machines with strangers and give privacy to his kids; to understand Diwali to be a silent Sunday and send out colourful e-cards for Holi; to cheer Dhoni and gang with a ‘Refresh’ button; to forget caste and remember colour.

“Hey Harry! Howdy dude? Passport renewal totally sucks.” Jolted out of his reverie, Harinarayanan tightly clutched the small blue booklet -the final fragment of his identity connecting him to the land he belonged to.

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Mushroom

Posted by S on March 13, 2009

My entry for Klash this week. The word is Mushroom.

“What a tragedy!”

“They were married so recently.”

“Now what will Shweta do?”

Her family was exasperating. Why can’t everyone just shut up?

Should I cry my heart out when I don’t feel like it? It’s tragic he died. I feel awful but not devastated. I want to get on with life. Is that wrong? I liked him a lot but should this be the end of my world?

“At such a young age!”

“Her life is ruined.”

Tomorrow is the last day for my MBA admission. Should I give it up and miss a lifetime opportunity?

Such thoughts mushrooming in her head made her cringe with guilt.

What should I do now?

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The night before Christmas

Posted by S on December 26, 2008

My entry for Klash this week.

Swati was miserable. Everyone was having a wonderful Christmas. But she was always battling to match her income with he expenses. She thought of the beautiful things she could never have. “Christmas spirit is crap! A huge tree, cakes, expensive gifts is what a Christmas makes.”  But she had her family of four to support. It was frustrating.

Suddenly she spotted her niece looking pensive. “Whats wrong sweetheart?”

“Have I been a good girl? Will Santa give me five chocolates?”

“Of course. But why five? Not satisfied with three?”

“Then what will you and I have Aunty?”

Swati felt very small compared to her four year old niece. Rohini had taught her about Christmas spirit on the night before Christmas.

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Desire

Posted by S on December 15, 2008

My entry for Klash this week -

It is a universally unacknowledged fact that a single successful girl is always targeted. She stared in numb disbelief. Why? Why such humiliation for her time and again? Does her glamour quotient irk them or is it her stupendous financial accomplishments or maybe her never-say-die attitude?
This time she was more determined than ever. Every cell in her body was ready for whatever it takes. This would not diminish her buring desire for success. Shw would face the world with her chin up, ready for a new day and a new challenge. She will claim her righful position on top of this world. Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting to you the Sleepless Beauty -Bombay

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Mask

Posted by S on November 11, 2008

My Klash entry for the week with the word Mask

 

His beard itched while the suit was tight but Rohit drove faster towards the orphanage.

Santa Claus seemed such a stupid idea then, he reminisced. It was to promote his first big movie which ended up a blockbuster.

Three years and five flops later, on a frustrated impulse he visited the orphanage. he won three consecutive awards. Thus began his Santa visits before every release. In every child’s smile he saw fame, cash and awards. But Rohit remembered coming back feeling shallow, guilty and a strange emptiness.

Rohit reached to see Lakshman eagerly awaiting him. “Thank you Dada. I am going to USA. I will be the best doctor ever. Promise.”

A warm glow engulfed him. Santa’s mask had stuck on.

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Guys Guys! I have another couple of writings on the same word. Do tell me which is better :)

Entry 1

Swathi was happily surrounded by her boisterous clan. This is good enough to shift base to India, she thought

“Losing weight suits you”, Geeta aunty declared. Swathi smiled as her thoughts travelled some thousand miles…..

How much will you eat fatty?

“Wearing sarees even in the US! Thats amazing Swathi.”

You think I earn for you to splurge on fashionable clothes

“Hmmm. Even your mom can’t make such delicious parathas.” Swathi looked fondly at her doting father

Why else did I marry you, if not to cook?

“Swathi looks just as before, with a spring in her step and mischief in her eyes”, her grandmother remarked

Swathi beamed. She had a mask well worn

 

 Entry 2

Loud ladies upbeat, ringing mobiles next seat

Masking my irritation was a feat

Blasts in trains, stalked on a lonely lane

Was tough to mask all the fear and pain

Fussy clients, delayed promotions

Masked anger for good public relations

Rice, roti, sweet and cake

Masking ignorance, I tried to make

A plastic smile, a winning grin

Stuck to my face though I am pieces within

One life, so many tasks

True emotions wrapped in so many masks

 

Still alive and kicking?? Do drop a line……………..

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