Promise me Same

Written in response to Facebook page - Wings Of Change prompt - Beginning

She got up earlier than usual. If someone had noticed her through night, would have bet she did not sleep. Yet, she looked fresh as morning dew. The big palace like house was almost empty. Even the servants had gone. Flower garlands were hanging everywhere, but only few relatives were there. She went straight to the kitchen and looked for pan when she suddenly noticed him on the stove. "princesses do not work one their due day.", he said with a sparkling smile. She responded with  the same smile and went back to her room.
"Radha", her father had given her this name as she decided to arrive n this world on the day of Janmashtmi.   She was raised like a normal girl child like any middle class family. At beaming age of twenty five, she thought she had a fairy tale life. Her world stood still and became black and white on the very day of her birthday when the big trunk draped in tri-colour was dropped at front door of her house. Yet, she refused to believe that the live of her life had sacrificed his life to the loved his country.
The whole family has been begging her to shed some tears. At-lest  for the ale of culture if not for love. 'Culture' and 'ritual', the lives she had never taken care seriously. The new love of her life, the man who always stood by her side holding her by shoulders had made sure that the storm of those two words never touch her. She so wanted to touch his feet every morning- out of utter love and respect. He would never ever allow her to do so. He always said. "Culture was build to help children, not force them follow.". He followed rituals only if he liked him. "Daughters never touch parents feet.", was one of the rituals he liked. Daughter in law  had the word daughter before in-law.
It had taken him two years to convince his new daughter to move ahead in her life. These wolfs would not let you live my love after me. He had fought with whole town and his own better half for the decision. When finally things took a better turn, he knew a handful would be there to support him. Yet, through all odds, he found a man just like himself. There could not be a better half other than him for Radha.
Today, was the day he would marry his daughter. Radha went to her room and asked Ruchi to get up and get ready for the haldi. "Dear, you have to look most beautiful princess today.". Ruchi woke up at once and asked Radha to join her in the pool. She insisted as it was her haldi as-well. "Bhabhi, papa choose the same day for both of us thinking that people would come atleast for me, if not for you.". "And they have come dear, look, there are some ladies downstairs doing the preparations.", smiled

Radha.
"Yes, three if them".
Both of them hugged each other and wore the bright yellow dress.
The whole day passed by like a second. Inside the room were two glowing brides waiting for their departure to new lives.
Ruchi slipped a letter in Radha's hands before sitting in her doli. The letter which finally made Radha shed a tear -

Dear Radha,
Yes, I must not call you Bhabhi. Today, I want to confess that I hated you so much when you came to our home. I was the only princess of this palace when a new pearl of my father's eye suddenly came out of that flower glad car. When I complained of his divided love, he always said that elder child is always more near to patents and I would get to know it when I have my own.
It's very unfortunate that I realised everything when we lost our man. I list my protecting shield and you lost your everything. Today, I feel so proud to be my father's daughter and your younger sister. You kept his promise of not crying in any situation. After all, bhai went away protecting his first love. Obviously, he would not like if we feel sad about his decision so near to him.
I know, you are feeling sad from inside and feel guilty of spoiling mh marriage along with you. Believe me Radha, it's not spoiled. It was the best wedding I could ever have. Papa had his chest filled with pride and for the first time in three years, I did not find him smiling sadly on the stars.
I needn't say this, but I must because I know maa had not spoken to you.
Please embrace the happiness with open arms and never ever forget that you are and would always be the elder princess of our house. Don't worry about me. Rahul loves me more than bhai loved you.
Welcome Radah, welcome the new beginning.

She read the last libe sitting her her new palace. She did not notice that her groom had been standing there for 10 minutes. The pearl had almost fallen over golden stone in her finger when a hand stopped it. "Some one told me that you promised not to do so. Please swear it again.".

Do you keep your promises? What promise would you ask to your loved ones? Drop in your views in the comments section.

Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone by J. K. Rowling

Book Title:- Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone

Author:- J. K. Rowling

Chances are rare that anyone has not heard about the "Harry Potter Series". 'Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone' was the first among this series by J. K. Rowling. I had read this book few years back and read it again because I wanted to read the whole series now. It's the fantasy fiction of an orphan Harry Potter who is very shy and lives a low key  life with his aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon and fat cousin Dudley. His life takes a new turn when he is suddenly exposed to facts about his life that are hard to digest for any normal person. He is a wizard! His parents are almost worshipped in wizard world. He is famous. whole wizard world knows him and his story except himself! List is endless. He is set to mark a new journey in his life as he marches to 'HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY'. Rest is a tremendous adventure ride as he makes new friends for life - Ron & Hermione and discovers he already has some enemies and adds new to the list.

My Favourite Part:
When Hagrid gave the album as a gift to Harry. It was really touching as well as well.
The chess game come alive was also awesome.

thought of. The expression on Harry on receiving the gift was also perfect.

What I liked about the book:
1. Endless imagination
2. Magic all over - all kids love it
3. Mesmerising scenic explanation of locations

What I did not like about the book:
Nothing. As always, books are always better than movies. I had already seen the movie when i read it, but still i liked the written version more. I was transferred to a completely different world and thought that the written words gave me much more space to imagine the story in front of my eyes. The movie was also excellent but it restricts the imagination of viewers.

There were some lines which had to be re-read again. Click here to read my favourite lines from 'Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone'.

Have you seen the movie? What do like better - movie/book? How did you like the book? Would you go ahead and read it after my thoughts on it? Write your heart/mind in comments section. I would be glad to read out your end of thinking on the book.

Wannabe Chetan Bhagat? Why not consider your own name?

What do I feel about Chetan Bhagat books?

I don't love his books, but I do not dislike them as-well. I know it takes hell lot of effort to write a story and convert that into a book. I am trying to write one non-fiction and must admit that I am very-very bad at it. Have only written 10 pages in more than a year. Thus, there is no piece of writing i can ever dislike - forget hate.

I agree that most of his books roam around similar concept and might be targeted to a certain set of audience. So what? All writers do the same. I started reading Nicholas Sparks and fell in love with his romantics till I ended up predicting one of his stories right from beginning. That does not mean i do not like him any more. I still love his stories - so what if all make 2 people fall in love over overnight and have mouth watering love making scenes, his love letters still make me go week into my knees.

Even everyone does not like Shakespeare or Charles Dickens. To be frank, not everyone can understand their writing, forget liking it. 

In short, I personally feel neutral towards Chetan Bhagat books and have enjoyed reading them. He does not come in my favourites but i have no reasons to not call him a writer.

Why did I read Chetan Bhagat books?

Five Point someone - The book was lying on the bed of one of girls in my PG. I asked her how is it and she said 'awesome". I borrowed it and could immediately relate to most of the instances specified being an engineering student. To be honest, i have some non-engineer friends and they can not relate to it in any sense.

One Night at Call Centre - The book came just after i finished above. Was a hit in market and i again had it free of cost via my PG. I was almost clueless about my views on the book. It was bit funny - i was smiling at almost all twists.

Three Mistakes of my life - I absolutely have no idea about why i picked this book. May be because i again saw it with my Chetan Bhagat fan PG mate. I hated the way violence and blood shedding is written in this book. Otherwise, it was ok.

2 States - Having read three of his books, i was fascinated by his real life experiences. Who in the world would not like to read/hear true love stories. Whenever we have a love marriage around us, we are curious to know the details especially if it was opposed by parents initially. All famous love stories lie on same plot - Couple trying to unite while everyone else around them pulls them away (Romeo-Juliet, Laina-Majnu, Heer-Ranjha... too much, ok - kayamay se kayamat tak, Raja Hindustani, Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham, Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge, Maine Pyar Kiya, Veer-Zara, Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam, Jodha Akbar...).

Never now I may end up reading others as-well.

What makes Chetan Bhagat so popular?

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Without any personal comments, I find below five points as an answer to this:

1. Marketing - "jo dikhta hai wo bikta hai' (that which is seen is sold). Chetan bhagat has used his learning from nation's top institute to the best use of it.

2. Candy-floss Romance - unexpected love stories and jaw dripping sexual fantasies (Professor's daughter (his own house and shirt), Friend's sis (rooftop during tuition timings), Somebody's girlfriend) 

3. The Language - While his writing skills have varied views and has been criticized very badly in many forums, there is no denying that irrespective of flaws etc., it's damn easy. Even a kid can read and understand every word of it.

4. Plot/Setting - Dream colleges/institutes(IIT, IIM), riots, forbidden fruit (best friend's sister) etc..

5.Social Status - PM Modi stands up and adjusts the mike for a lady or beats drums on his foreign trip and it becomes headline of next day's newspaper. Similarly, a famous writer writes a column on current topic of discussion or his the new film on his book kicks off, it will make a news. we have a short memory span and our little brain needs regular reminders. Chetan Bhagat makes sure people remember him regularly. The good thing is he does this positively. Not everyone can keep everyone happy - He just put his thoughts in media and accepts all criticism - positive and negative.

What do the other lesser known talented Indian writers need to do to get the same recognition?

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It's a million dollar question which sadly has no specific answer, at-least i have not been able to find one. If the writer is really talented, he/she doesn't need a 5 pointer.

1. Get into IIT and then IIM.

2. Have the guts to write that story and market it so well.

3. Don't have a love story? Don't worry - not everyone gets the most popular in college. Run your imagination - Create a plot to either make readers LOL or make them turn their eyes red in tears.

4. Get those newspaper/magazine columns selected and printed

5. Be yourself!!!

This post is written in response to Indispire topic - 'What makes Chetan Bhagat so popular? What do the other lesser known talented Indian writers need to do to get the same recognition?'

Do you like Chetan Bhagat writing? What do you think it takes for a writer to get famous? Write your thoughts in comments section.

Mom's anklets, bangles, keys, or something else?

"Do you believe in Ghosts?". I do not know what should I answer about that. Though I have never ever experienced any thing solid except that one thing, but I am scared to death from such horrible incidents. I try and never make fun of those rituals and black magi things, because I am not sure if they actual exists. God! If they do exist, I would never ever want that to come near to myself or anyone i know. I have heard such horror stories about those!

I still get shivers when I think about that incident. Believe me, If I recall that during night there I no chance I sleep without praying from the deepest corner o my heart.

If was long back during my school days. We had two bedrooms at our home. Mummy and papa used to sleep in one of them, and I used to sleep in another along with my brother. 

I do not exactly remember it started suddenly sometime or was continuous. I used to hear the tinkle of anklets during nights. I was not scared first. I thought it must be mom's. But then, one fine day I realized that mummy do not wear anklets. Even then, I was not scared. I thought, I must be mistaken. The sound must be of mom's bangles. No sooner in realized that the sous came even those days when mom had no bangles in her hands!

I started to notice that if it came from street, we had a small wall in our gallery which brought quite a noise from outside. But obviously, it was not the case.

I was scared likes hit! I wondered, if my brother also hears that? One fine night, I gathered the courage to ask him - "Do you head the sound of anklets sometimes?". I had no idea I should be surprised it relieved, he shot back - "You hear it too?". Both of us managed to be optimistic, and decided that if must be the sound of keys that used to hang in the keyhole if our sliding door. 

One day, after our parents were asleep, we removed those keys and kept them on a table in lobby. Then, we just crossed our fingers and thought, that's it. It's the end of story. We would not be scared now. But, the anklet did not stop ringing. God! I am even scared writing it now. We did not had the courage to tell our parents. I seriously do not remember if we told our parents during those days. But I do remember that I did not slept without praying. 

Then, we shifted to some other place for our studies and rented our home. I am sure that our tenants complained about the house having some spirit.

After some years, we returned to our home. We did a proper prayer with havan and all. I have absolutely no idea how, but I never heard that sound again once we and back. Might be the pooja was done in such detailing because of that. Whatever is the reason, thank god we never heard that anklet again. Yes, we still live in that home, but it's been reconstructed now. Anyways, the sound went away many years before the reconstruction.

As i said, I still pray hard while sleeping whenever I happen to recall this story, here I go.

Om Namah shivaye...

Jai mata di...

Please god do not ever make me hear that again. Not even if I accidental it foolishly wish I do so - I would only wish that in case I am out if my head! Please! Keep that sound or any such thing away!

What do you think it was?

Written in response to IndiSpire topic - "Do you have a Ghost Experience? Do you wanna share it? Well now is the time :-)"

Can you guess what is was? Have you also experienced something creepy? Share it with me via comments section. I love ghost stories.

Book Review: www.MarryAGhost.com by Abhimanyu Jha

About the author: Abhimanyu is also an edu/techpreneur and one of the co-founders and Chief Marketing Officer (CMO) of the company TalentBridge Technologies. Read more about him at his website: http://www.abhimanyujha.com/

Cover Page:

The cover looks bit interesting and the ringer below the title is cherry on the cake. But, I do wish that the story also had something more related to it, especially the ring.

What I felt about the book:

With a title like 'Marry A Ghost', it's unlikely that a reader would not flip the pages with a ghostly horror story in mind. The author very well managed to prove all predictions about the story wrong. I truly enjoyed reading it.

It's a story of a ghost - oh! I should not call her ghost, a spirit/beautiful soul Maahi who is in search of her golden hair lover so that she can free herself. She has only 14 days to let her not trapped on earth, may be forever. Helping her is a techie Veeru.

I think this was the first time, I read about a different side of ghosts. The souls have been displayed as normal as living beings. The author has done a pretty good job in giving a believable image to ghosts.

The writing style is also good. Conversation between Maahi and Veeru in their own words somehow helps the reader to get a feel of both worlds - living and dead.

Below points made me love the book:

1. Simple use of words and language.

2. Ironic humor added in between almost all those serious images.

3. Concluded, yet open ended story.

4. The very first acknowledgement - read the book yourself to get the smiling curve on your faces.

What I didn't like?

The website www.marryaghost.com could have been used a little more. I have no idea how, but was expecting a bit more out of it.

Abhimanyu Jha has done a great job in keeping the readers glued to pages. I could not stop once i started reading it. I actually laughed my wits out on the introduction of a five-hundred-year-old ghost - friend of Vasco D Gama. I actually looked for the site - www.marryaghost.com and it landed me to the author's website, which was fair.

Then there was a point which made me melt in love. Like most girls, i almost said - "It's so cute!” It's actually a cute love story. I felt sorry for poor Veeru when he wanted to touch his love, but could not do so. The helplessness of both Veeru and Maani at different stages when they wanted to console, hug, kiss each other is written very sensitively.

Yes, there is a sequel coming to this, at least with the ‘to be continued” written at the end, it seemed so. Whenever that is out, I hope I get to notice that, I so want to get to the end of this touching love story.

And then, I still managed to note some lines from the book which grabbed my attention. Click here to read my favorite lines from the book ‘www.MarryAGhost.com’.

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Do you believe in ghosts? How did you like the book? Would you go ahead and read it after my thoughts on it? Write your heart/mind in comments section. I would be glad to read out your end of thinking on the book.

Pleasure and Work In Parallel

Team: WINGS OF CHANGE

Context - Blogadda is conducting a contest (Game of Blogs) where it chooses 10 random bloggers per team to write fiction based on 5 character description it provided. Each blogger has to continue the story from where the previous team member left off.

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Chapter 14: Pleasure and Work In Parallel

Mr. Aryan Ahuja, the happy friendly neighbour of Dutta family was a favorite among females in Tara's office where he worked as the technical editor.  At the same time, he had multiple rumors running around him. Some said that he was a physic stalking  girls. Others had a story of him being a spoiled brat from some affluent family. Mrs. Dutta being a good friend and staying away from gossips to concentrate on her work oobviously had no clue on these stories. Or may be she ignored all of them.

Sitting inside his cabin, he dialed a number. "Cyrus Daruwala, ", the voice said from other end. 

Aryan continued, "Yes Mr. Daruwala, I was wondering if we got the confirmed date on our case? I need to get out of this mess". 

Cyrus replied that he would look into the same and inform as soon as possible. He made some quick calls to his colleagues and cancelled his tickets to Delhi and booked again for the same day.

Mr. Ahuja received a message that the date is for day after tomorrow and they better rush to Delhi.

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 Kovalam Beach - Trivendrum

Tara stepped out of her suite and moved faster with each progressing step. The pearls strap holding her tender ankle and the leg looked spectacular with coffee colored mid length skirt with a slit at the back. She wore a white complementing just the right curves of her waist and an off-white handbag big enough to carry small important documents over her shoulder. Her blow dried hair just touched her upper neck and were bouncy as ever. With a mother like her, no doubt Roohi was conscious of her frills all the time and made sure the rubber-band in her pony-tails and shoes matched properly. As Tara moved ahead, all eyes moved along with her. She waved goodby and a kiss to Shekhar and Roohi already standing at the reception, acknowledgement of which broke many wandering hearts. 

Shekhar held Roohi's hands as she jumped from the reception desk and they ran towards the private beach area. "When would mumma come back? When would we go for the safari? I want to click a picture with the Tiger", Roohi was in no mood to stop when Shekhar interrupted. "Mumma would be back by the evening. Till then let’s go and do that paragliding. We would then go for some shopping.".

Tara stepped out of her taxi and tapped her lips a bit to make her gloss shine. As she entered into the office, she displayed her card to the receptionist - Mrs. Tara Dutta, Editor Mumbai Gossips. The receptionist escorted her to live auditorium full of audience and informed that the superstar is on his way and would be in in 30 minutes. We have 60 minutes for the action. Tara looked at the audience and took a deep breath. Although being the chief editor, she rarely stepped into interviewer shoes, but her past was proof whenever she did, she absolutely killed it. She was known for her witty questions and her edits generally aroused controversies very much loved by all in fashion industry. 

Superstar came in, surprisingly; he was on time and impressed Tara with his answers. The same question being re framed and thrown upon him gave no space of lies or 'no comments'. As the interview came to an end, whole office staff stood up from their seats and  clapped for Tara, Mr. Tara Dutta. The actor was sure to get noticed with this article and get a call or two from Bollywood.

As Tara sat on back seat of taxi, she recalled how Roohi had pointed out to a man on airport saying that uncle had come to her school to see her. That was not enough and they stumbled on Aryan as well on the terminal who said he is going to Delhi for some assignment. Tara being the chief editor was surprised she was not aware of this assignment. Anyway, that could be taken care of once they were back in Mumbai.

Back on the private beach of Kovalam, Roohi shouted the loudest from glider high above in the sky and Shekhar tried his best to click her zooming in the handy digital camera. The instructor told him that he would keep her in the sky for another 2-3 minutes and then pull down the balloon. Shekhar smiled and took out his notepad and quickly scribbled:

"The child inside me needs those two little wings or probably a big balloon to touch the clouds. I wish the magical spirit of that tiny bird flying high in the sky would never grow up." He made 2 hearts below the note and made a smiling face.

After another hour of dips in salty water, Roohi had lunch and went to sleep. Tara was back with her heels in one hand. As she saw Roohi sleeping, she kissed her forehead and hugged Shekhar tight. "The interview was awesome. I am sure it's going to be the highlight of next issue!", delighted Tara. Shekhar gave a peck on her cheeks and showed her pictures of Roohi high up in the sky. It was time for party and what better than a complementary Champagne from the resort!

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Next day; Saket Court Complex: Delhi

Two men dressed in black coat and white pants argued at their best. The judge seemed not at all interested because of pointless discussions and gave next date as 3 months later. A man with stern face and big round specs came holding his leg with one arm. As he crippled into the cabin, Aryan greeted him - "Cyrus, what happened to you?".

"Long story man. Let’s quickly get to the details."

 "Oh! That lawyer from Delhi was you?"

"huh..."

"Yeah, my neighbour told me that his car had an accident and some lawyer from Delhi was hurt. Anyways, how are you? I hope there is nothing serious."

"No idea. I had injury in my head and some vein got affected leading to this annoying cripple. Doctors say, it may or may not take much time!"

"Oh! Hope it heals soon. About this case, Any lead?".

"Yeah, sort of. But you know the judges these days are very strict in these cases. Plus the media is also keeping a tight watch on the criminal court. we have to be very very careful."

"What do you mean? I am sure i would not be behind the bars for a deed i never did!", Aryan raised his eyebrows in concern.

"I am also sure Mr. Ahuja, but we can never predict the other parties’ preparations. It’s time. Let's go".

Cyrus and Aryan entered the court room and greeted the judge. Judge commanded the proceedings to start. Cyrus was full prepared and put his best foot forward defending his client. Opposite party at the end demanded some more time stating that the image being used in the forged picture had a copyright image in background and they were sure that it might help them prove Mr. Aryan Ahuja and his friend were behind this forging. On digging about the picture, it was revealed that the background image belonged to some photographer in Kerela.

Aryan cribbed - "bull shit! Looks like my salary this month is going to be consumed in air fares."

"Kerela...!"
The word made Cyrus go weaker on his damaged vein in leg and he almost fell down.


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Charity With Brains not Heart

We are travelling in a car. A lady with an empty milk bottle and a child or a kid with torn clothes, dirty hand, running nose or a man with some disability knocks at the window asking for money. Someone or the other hands over some change. I ask them not to do that and i get a reply on my rude behaviour.
We are walking along a road/traffic junction/mall and a kid/lady follows us asking for something to eat. I take out that apple or chocolate or packed parantah and had it over to the person.
People agree that it's a business these days, but some of them might actually be needy. My point is always the same - Adults have absolutely no chance of being needy. They can do anything to earn that buck. I have seen a labour working at construction site despite he did not had a leg. During my college days, I daily used to take a rishkaw run by very old uncle. Why? Because i was impressed that at this age, he has chosen to earn his bread rather than begging for it. Al-tough he used to pull if off quite slow, but i was okay with it. Contrary to these examples, i have seen ladies knocking at my door step asking for bread or money. When i ask them do some chore in return of it, they refuse to do so and move to next door. I would even grant a change to those guys who board the public buses and sing some song in the worst voice ever. I can do that because i consider that at-least they are doing something. Singing at the top of your voice for whole day without proper food and water is not at all easy. But i would never ever give a penny to that useless horrifying looking baba ji with a snake in his end and blessing me while i see a demon/molester in those eyes. Also, poor snake is also deprived of it's poison and teeth. What a torture on protector of lord Shiva!

Now, remember the Uttarakhand tragedy, NGO's and government received tons of charity. So much that a big chunk of it never reached the needy or was rotten before reaching them. Of course people had good intention while donating them, but the problem was donating with out acknowledging the type of donations needed. I read at some NGO, the editor said  people have donated cooked rice/vegetables  etc.. for the needy. I mean, have some basic sense people. How in this world we expect cooked food to reach a place where even choppers had difficulty flying. He said a very valid point. Some areas during that time had rice/daal with them, but they had no utensils (pressure cooker, pan, spoons etc.) to make the items edible. Ladies had sarees to drape, but were deprived of blouse and inner skirt to tie them and cover their body properly. Not to hurt intentions of genuine donors, but some people had donated torn clothes which were of no use and NGO's had no option but to discard them forming huge piles of items not sent for the needy.

I see absolutely no point in donating huge chunks of currency, gold and other precious items at the door of God. Those houses of God do need quite a amount to maintain themselves, but the amount being dropped in those drop boxes and idols is way far more than what's needed. I absolutely loved the dialogue from the movie 'Oh My God' about comparing the state of mind of God/man when it sees hair lying everywhere the moment door is opened in the morning (referring to hair donation at Titupathi Bala Ji). The other killer dialogue was about a beggar standing helpless in front of sewage line full of milk coming from 'Shiv Ling'. I totally believe in God and have also fasted may times, but still!
I would not lie and say I have not dropped and envelope full of money at some holly place. even I have done it once and believe me, I so regret that. I wish I could have used that money to get some needed items in that orphanage near my home. I have tried to correct my mistake by doing so next time when I had to distribute bananas to complete my Monday fasts. I went to the place and asked them if I could distribute bananas among children. They agreed and said yes in no time. While I was about to leave, they asked me to have a look at the notice board and see if could help in getting some of those items to kids. I was surprised at the list - Pen, Bournvita (quite impressed that they were trying to get that luxury item as-well), shoes/slippers and there were few more I cannot recall. The fact that they did not asked me to donate money and displayed items required touched my heart. I along with my brother went to the market, brought my bananas, 2 packets of bournvita, 2 sets of pen and 5 slipper with sizes from small to medium. While we were distributing them to kids, they had that twinkle in those little eyes. Each kid did not forget to say "Thank you didi". Those who could not speak yet, someone elder to them said so on their behalf. That was one of the best days of my life.

'Charity' and 'Empowerment' are completely different terms and both have their own space in my heart. While I totally support empowerment, I am truly ashamed and sad to say that I have not done anything in relation to that.

Someone very well said, "The true charity is not by giving bread or money, but providing employment."

I hope I give that credit to myself soon:)

This post was written in response to IndiSpire  - Topic#31

What does charity mean to you? Do you donate from heart or from brains? Do write your answers in comments section.

Fighting Guilt

Team: WINGS OF CHANGE

Context - Blogadda is conducting a contest (Game of Blogs) where it chooses 10 random bloggers per team to write fiction based on 5 character description it provided. Each blogger has to continue the story from where the previous team member left off.

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Chapter 9 - Fighting Guilt

10 years back...

"Two lines!", whispered Tara.

Shekhar rubbed his eyes and snatched the strip from her hand. Both of them looked into each other eyes stunned and confused. They knew they cannot afford to plan a family and had taken the tough decision.

7 months had passed, but Tara and Shekhar, both of them, were not able to come out of the abortion. Shekhar's writing reflected sad and guilty personalities. Popularity of Tara's interviews dropped significantly. Nurturing a life inside another life is the most mesmerizing magic ever. They had broken this magic. Tara did not have the courage to light that lamp again. They were longing to make up for their sin.

One fine morning, shekhar's stopped sipping his tea as Tara was about to leave for her study. The tick-tock sound of her stilettoes did not break his attention thus Tara leaning besides him to read the headlines - "Sushmita Sen adopts a girl child". Shekhar jumped in excitement - "What say?". Tara was skeptical, but finally agreed. Registering to various adoption agencies quickly, they started to wait. Adopting a child can be a long wait, they had heard many times.

After 3 months of wait, tedious background verification, family confrontations and multiple reminders, Shekhar received a call one day.

"Hello"

"Am I taking to Mr. Shekhar Dutta?"

"Yes, who is it?"

"I am calling from 'Little Petals'. Can we have a meeting ASAP?"

"Do we have a kid?"

"Yes sir"

"It's a girl or a boy? How old is it? How does it look? When can we bring him/her home?"

"Yes Sir, I understand your curiosity. Please arrange to visit our office tomorrow 9:00Am."

"Of course".

Shekhar informed Tara about the news instantly and she got complements at her scheduled the whole day about her suddenly glowing face.

To be parents were at the office of 'Little Petals' at 8:30am. They held hands without saying a word to each other and sat impatiently. An aged lady accompanied them to the office and broke the news. "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Dutta! We have a New born baby girl, in Kerela and want your confirmation if you would like to grant her a home".

"New born baby girl" - the words echoed in their ears and they nodded their head in excitement. The formalities were quickly completed and the bundle of joy was brought by train after a month since flight was not advisable.

"hey baby! I am your mumma", said Tara as she held back her tears. The tiny hands and little toes waved as if to acknowledge. "Papa here Roohi", smiled Shekhar. "Roohi... beautiful name", Tara giggled.

Roohi Dutta was growing up fast. She was plump and more active for her age from day one. Tara's and Shekhar's like changed forever and they were loving very bit of it. Like most excited parents, they had a picture and video of all firsts of their naughty daughter - first smile, first walk, first kiss, first crawl, first dance, first climb, first haircut, first makeup, all firsts.

Soon, the whole neighborhood knew Roohi well. Someone would ring the bell and no one would be found in door. All knew must be Roohi.

Balloons at birthday parties would not last longer - thanks to Roohi.

Lunch boxes in the class would swap each other - Roohi learned that we should share things.

The list was endless.

Today, Roohi was the most intelligent girl in her class. At the same, her diary was also full of complaints from teachers stating his mischievous deeds.

Tara and Shekhar had no clue from where did Roohi got the aim of her life. Whenever someone asked her about what she wants to become when she grows up, she would promptly reply - “Miss Universe”. She even knew the names of past five winner of title and had replica of their gowns in her wardrobe. What a darling she looked when she wore those dresses with her trademark two pony tails.

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“I would not call you mumma again and never ever kiss you.”,cried Roohi as Tara denied her to go to park as an punishment to her latest note in diary. Roohi had said that numerous times, but today, the words pinched Tara like a needle. She could not get her mind off those innocent words all though the day. She felt holes in her heart. We need ti tell her the truth, she reminded herself.

“Mrs. Dutta, your phone is ringing since 10 minutes”, a voice broke in as Tara sat still in the cafeteria.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I am fine. Just not hungry enough to finish my lunch’,Tara tried to cover up.

Roohi School, the phone read. Tara picked up immediately and said "Ok.".

she quickly dialled the speed dial number -2 and the phone read - Daaarrrrllliiinnnggg

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The Prostitute's Daughter or The Runaway Daughter by Juliet Philip

This book entered into my bookshelf by chance. I was looking through a book store trying to find a book that I can gift my friend and I saw "The Prostitute's  Daughter'. With a name like that, it hard to escape attention.

The book is originally known as "The Runaway Daughter". "The Prostitute's Daughter" is the version which is released in India.

It's a story of 16 year old Kamada, daughter of a high profile prostitute. The girl leaves no stone unturned to escape her mothers name forever. Apart form her a in life, to escape from India, the little soul has to deal with secret of her father, lost relationships. She uses her imagination and daydreaming to divert her mind, but at the same time, very determined in not letting herself forget her target.

I found the book ok. Initially, I was actually taken aback by the over the top exaggeration  of her Imagination. But i was hooked to it once  I reached middle. The story was short and simple.

I also like she cover of book. The French pony tail truly represents an average girl who might or might not succeed in her plans.

My favourite part of the book was when Kamada left her house in outrage hungry and broken. The author has do aptly narrated real feelings of human. I have always failed to understand how people go hungry when they are feeling low. Feeding one's body is an essential. Thus, the rats in Kamada's belly and the thirst to eat that delicious snack the moment she stepped out might sound funny, but that's the basic human nature.
The example of women being molested in public by sick men and the feelings of victimized girl was also very nicely written

The ability of 16 year old to diver her mind in between the biggest problems of her life and let the non living things do the talking, and making humour of it looked a bit indigestible to me. That was the only issue I had.

Yes, I do have some lines form the book which are worth rereading. Read my favourite lines from "The Prostitute's Daughter" or "The Runaway Daughter" here.

Otherwise, the author Juliet has penned down a beautiful fairy tale story.

What amount of effort would do you put up in reaching your dreams?  How did you like the book? Would you go ahead and read it after my thoughts on it? Write your heart/mind in comments section. I would be glad to read out your end of thinking on the book.

The Beginning

Team: WINGS OF CHANGE

Mumbai, Bandra: Friday evening: 10:30 pm

"Papa, we have not packed my piggy poo", they heard Roohi shouting in panic. That was not before the little footsteps jumped into the room. Roohi stood in between the door and giggled. That was the moment when her parents who were taking a deep dive into a passionate kiss noticed her. Shekhar had warned Tara about her to be arrival, but Tara had ignored and pulled him with his blue collar and Shekhar gave in.

"Golu!, wait, mummy is coming to tickle your little tummy", laughed Tara. Tara used to call her Golu owing to her fat during first five years. Then it became a habit and she actually had to make an effort to call her daughter by her name whenever required. Golu aka Roohi ran back to her room and jumped on the bed. Tara followed and the loud laughter echoed throughout the house.

Suddenly, Roohi ran back to Shekhar and said again - "Papa, we have not packed my piggy poo".  Shekhar was in the middle of his article which he was writing for famous fashion magazine Tara's TV channel published every month. It was Tara who convinced him to do so but on the condition that he would choose the topic himself and would not include those skinny models in between for no reason. He loved his freelancing, as it gave him the freedom to choose his work hours. Shekhar left his pen and made Roohi sat in his lap with his contagious smile. He could see that the little mind was worried for no reason. He said - "beta, you know what Kerela is famous for?". "Coconuts.", said Roohi. "Yes, we would get you a soft ball in the shape of coconut. See here in my lappy, ", Shekher opens his laptop to display a colourful study table which had a football shape ball which looked like a coconut. It had. Two green leaves in the form of soft pillows hanged on top of it.  "you would get it for me?". Roohi asked in excitement. Shekhar then put her back on floor and said - "only if you go to bed now and we do not get any more complaints from your school". He pulled one of her pony tail gently as if pulling her ear. Roohi adjusted her distorted pony tail in line with other one at other ear and promised so. "Goodnight papa", she went back to her room. "Good night mummy", she waved Tara as she passed the lobby.

10 minutes later, Tara and Shekhar stood at her door cuddling each other softly. "She looks like an angel while sleeping." whispered Shekher. "An angel who is sure to become miss universe when she grows up as she dreams of", giggled Tara. "oh, I just recalled, you have booked the resort near to my Kerala office?", Tara asked. Shekhar have a small nod and teased Tara with his French beard at her cheeks. Both of them made a small star at Kerala on large India's map hanging in Roohi's room as a symbol of their upcoming vacation, gently closed the door and retired back to their room and kiss which was left between as always.

Shekhar And Tara had to give in the continuous demands of Roohi to go on a vacation. Luckily, both of them had their interests fulfilled. Tara got an opportunity to interview the famous superstar of tollywood. Shekhar booked his appointment with the photographer to set up the shoot for the cover of his first and dream book. Roohi was thrilled for the vacation and has been telling that we re going to Kerala. The purpose behind a deed is not evil until it brings a smile on all faces involved.

As Shekhar let his tongue in Tara's mouth, both of them could not stop the electric wave into their bodies. Tara made the first move and unbuttoned his blue semi see through shirt. "Some one is in different world today", teased Sekhar as he pulled her on the mattress. "Sshhh...", Tara put a finger on his lips and joked -"This poor bed need to worry much since we would spare him soon - 7 days to go.".

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