shwwwoooosh...........

He gave her one last filthy look and walked away. She stood there, expressionless , looking at him walk away into the darkness. She felt her soul losing grip and her face suddenly turned pale against the bitter coldness of that night.In the stillness of that moment, there was this sudden air of uneasiness , almost hard to breathe,but she smiled as sweetly as ever,the diamonds around her neck sparkled across her eyes, her lovely floaty red gown that wrapped her body so beautifully flew across the pale background of the sky,her arms wide open, she was falling into the arms of the green earth below her, the starry sky above her , suddenly turned gloomy. She was falling every second, closer and closer to the ground beneath her feet...........

He reached the end of the corridor, it was the 30th floor of the most extravagant hotel in LA, Monte Carlo. He didn't turn back even once to look her in the eye for the last time ever.He walked staright into the bar on the 5th floor and ordered the usual , gin with tonic water, 3 large.As he sipped , suddenly he felt his heart beat harder, it felt almost as if someone was hammering it,harder and harder by the beat. Sweat trickled slowly from the corners of his forehead, he could feel it trickle down his muscular body, every part of his body was oozing with agony. He felt his vision blur just after one drink, which was most unusual as he was a man of resistance. He gave up almost instantly . Dropped off his stool , the tall glass fell from his hands, his eyes withdrew............

She lay on the ground in a pool of blood ,the beautiful green of the earth was sullied by her cold blood. Her angelic eyes stared straight into the sky, the sky was now turning darker but still remained starry. She lay like an angel ,waiting to be carried far, far away and never to return back. Her face glimmered , her lips were still rosy and her mouth bared a broken smile.Her arms were still wide open, inviting anyone to simply fall into and be lost forever. But slowly by the minute her body dissolved , just like the sugar that makes its presence felt with its taste, her soul lingered...........


The next morning her body was found and the news of her death, left him unperturbed. He checked out of the hotel that same morning she was to be buried......

Back home in Alabama, he had moved on ofcourse. But he shivered every night , he could feel her existence, something told him that she was not dead. He saw her in his dreams, her broken smile, her gloomy eyes , all of them said something to him,something he could not decipher or didn't quite care to when she was alive. He felt her body against his many a times , her same old touch, the touch that made him fall for her.Now, he felt tortured.......


He refused to visit her grave. He was disgusted by her touch, her thought .He made every effort to keep her out of his mind, body and soul. He failed. She haunted him every night, reminding him of the worthy and unworthy times, begging him to forgive her if she'd hurt him and asking him to reunite with her. He refused to sleep now and felt himself going mad, he felt caged and was in this desperate need to be freed ..........she still held him..............

It was snowing that night, he looked out of the window, scratched his head a little and then ran his hand through his beard...he felt the need to shave but didn't quite bother anymore, he happily sipped on his gin with tonic water. He drank heavily and had even taken to smoking , couldn't do without his Tijuana smalls anymore ...and that's how he had been living for almost 2 years now.......the apprehensive way...........




Its been almost 35 years now, 35 dark years would be more appropriate. The sunlight streamed through his dusty windows lighting up the dust, something like the tyndall effect.It warmed his old wrinkled back through his crisp white robes.Suddenly he burst out into tears, he cried, 'twas like the burden of the past was flooding out of his soul, he cried louder and harder. His eyes felt pain and his chest ached....he spat blood.......he could picture her in that cadaverous red gown she wore that fateful night .......

His body was found the next morning , in the most awkward position, his extinguished cigarette lay in between his cold fingers and his gin poured out all over the floor.He was covered in blood and his eyes .............his eyes ,were shut........

His radio was however found to be turned on and in the doldrums of that morning, Sinatra sang ...strangers in the niiiiiight, exchanging glances,strangers in the niiiiiiight........dooby dooby dooo..do dooby da da deee.......

nuovo aspetto :)

finally my blog's got the "juniper-y" look ....yey!..
thank you mr.webber!

(hope you guys like it)

anonymous

Two hours had passed by already and my eyes were still fixed on him. I stared so hard that i don't remember blinking even once! His soft white,radiant skin glowed like the moon on a full moon night; his eyes concentrating hard on this beautifully crafted instrument and his fingers caressed those smooth strings almost as if he was making love .His black suit and shiny "cherryblossomed" shoes made just the right match.Everything about this man was perfect, perfect from head to toe he was.Yes,i had found the perfect man.Suddenly i noticed him looking at me, he smiled shyly and then turned away.I was still staring.It was almost 3 hours now and suddenly I realised that everyone around me had left,except that one man and a few other mates of his,they seemed to be packing some stuff in a hurry.He turned around and was quite surprised to see me sitting alone, now i could see him come closer to me,slowly one step at a time,closer and closer. I could hear my heart beat so loud that i thought it would pop out any minute! He was there standing right in front of me and for the first time in those three hours i took my eyes off him......

He sat beside me and asked me softly " ma'am are you waiting for someone?" This did it,all i wanted to tell him that it was he who i was waiting for almost 2 years now and it was only he who i had thought of in those 2 years .Suddenly i sprang out of my emotions ,though forcibly,and hesitating a little ,i replied "oh! thank you, i'm fine. ermmm...if you don't mind could i get an autograph of yours,please?" he brightly said "ah! why not,sure , ofcourse !" as i gave him my autograph book , i felt his hand ,soft as silk and quite seducing, i got carried away for a lil' bit. He quickly signed it, i smiled ,saying a courteous thank you and parted....


As i walked along the pavement that day , not realising where i wanted to go, he still conquered my mind ! I, as usual got lost in my thoughts, well at least it was the safest place to get lost in, i knew he was penned down by God somewhere in my life, i kept walking hoping that this wasn't the last time we'd be meeting. That night i couldn't sleep , his flattering smile and his undoubted grace and charm kept me awake all night. The next morning as i read the daily, my eyes dropped suddenly as i read those words ,bold and loud,like little black ants ,they came crawling out,biting me all over,mercilessly. Yes, he was getting married to his childhood friend,Dorothy. My eyes weeped and weeped endlessly like the waterfalls ,outburst! Everyday i'd tell myself that it was all over and that God had played havoc with my life. In the night's silence , i still weeped........

Its been almost 20 years since then, well, i wouldn't be completely honest if i said that i'd cut him out of my life forever (well, it sure is not as simple as plucking your waste,dry,dull hair out) i still thought of him sometimes and over the years i had just settled with the truth,the bitter truth, but still the truth nevertheless....... the truth that he was not mine! But you know how sometimes one can find an entrancing pleasure in a moment's solitude, well he had given me something so priceless..... he gave me memories, the most wonderful days of my life! I still remember how i stood in those never-ending queues just so i could get a glimpse of him and let that sweet melody seduce me, sweep me off my feet,simply just like that. Well all i have to say is , love ya Clapton!





NOTE:the characters in the above post are purely fictional, any resemblance to a person,either living or dead is purely co-incidental.

ps:Sir, incase u visit my blog,do leave me an autograph =)

water

you know how you get that feeling ,the one that's full of mixed emotions,the sweet pity that you feel for someone after seeing something so touching..well i felt this way today after seeing a big banner but yet simple and strong cinema! sometimes movies tell you a lot,surprisingly A LOT! it definitely sets you thinking,and to actually make a movie so beautifully on one of the most powerful and confliciting issues of the society,well all i can say is a mammoth task! deepa mehta through water has really set me thinking,whoa! ...that's us in the 18th century ?!?! well i am sure if someone told you about the condition of the widows way back in the 18th century ,in the most gruesome way possible, i'll bet you'll feel pity and disgusted at the max...but nothing like a visual impact..and i think its solely upto the director to make sure you understand what's been portrayed...'Water' is an exquisite drama that works because it encompasses so much in those 2 hours -- life, laughter, tenderness and tragedy. Despite its simplistic plotline, it manages to stir your soul, grip your heart and transport you to an era which many of us haven’t experienced. Also, not once does the film meander into sub-plots or take you away from the core issue. At the same time, it’s not preachy, nor does it get melodramatic. To sum up, 'Water' is a remarkable piece of cinema. It’s a must-see for all those who appreciate qualitative and refined cinema. Without doubt, the final chapter in Deepa Mehta’s trilogy is her best!

ps:do watch it asap,don't think it ll run long

oh and i think seema biswas and the lil' sinhalese girl deserve a mention for their outstanding performance in the movie :)

the worst in the history of hollywood i have seen.....after night of the living dead ofcourse!

okay am all happy after my chem exam and jumping with joy on finding out that i was going for a movie and with nicolas cage starring in it ...whoa!...my joy tripled!..so i got to inox with my brother (yeah the only jobless soul around for company..and am talkin good company !)..we had all major plans on buying the 10 rupee ticket and on reaching find out its all sold out...so we wile away some time at landmark..and then ride to sathyam to try our luck there..considering its a week day and there arent many jobless souls like us =) ..so we managed to get the ticket..and just when we thght the tough part was over...bam!...the movie starts and im asleep already.....you know i really haven't seen any kollywood movies but ill tell you this...combining all the tollywood,hollywood and bollywood ive seen in all my life.....this movie ghost rider.....SUCKED!!..whats worse i spent all the hard-earned money (190 bucks)...on it..why nicolas why?????.....okay i love the bikes..but not with a burning skeleton on it...jeez..the english and the accent..pathetic...horrifying my foot ...its not even funny....seriously the only person worth watching was the actress and the trailers they showed in the interval..lol..but theyre not worth 190 either *sob* im telling u ive never walked out of a theater this angry...almost felt like the burning skeleton myself!....and the graphics..cheaper than that splash channel that used to come..bwaaak!....seriously my biggest disappoinment :(


ps:NEVER UTTER THE FOLLOWING TWO WORDS : ghost rider

YAAAY :-) AAARGH...BWAH =| (blabber..blabb.bla- part 3)

"hmmm yummy ma! how do u make such yummy food all the time...pasta with insanely tempting cheese..yummmmmmm"...yeah well i had yummmmmy lunch today...my mom just watched me hog on it and said "why wern't u born a italian? you hog italian food like its your staple food..why don't you pounce on gujju food like that?"..am all dazed .....thinking in my mind for the nth time "am i adopted?"...always wondered if i was ...never really been so close to my parents unlike my brother..but ah! well..u know how indifferent some kids are *rolling eyes*......!!!...ive been missing my husky voice that i got complimentary with my cold ..lol..and now its back..YAAAY!..finally got my cold back but this time with the complimentary husky voice... there's a bonus headache..AAARRGHHH....not able to 'njoy the huskiness in my voice....BWAH!..."the substancs that have a net dipole moment show piezoelectricity..blah blah ".....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ..a little later...1:30 p.m. "so the piezoelectric materials....blah blah "........ahhh fun chemistry ..had the best half hour sleep...lol..and then the best lunch yey two "best" things happened today....now i am going back to my piezo blah blah ....BUBYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!