Go Peppy With Me!!!

As I write this 50^th post, I feel extremely delighted to buy myself a little corner in this blogger world. I extend my heartfelt thanks to all my friends, readers and co-bloggers for scratching their head, pulling their hair and biting their nails to get hold of my cosy darling words. So, at this grand occasion I’m throwing a peppy party.

 

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INVITATION CARD

 

I heartedly invite you to mark your gracious presence and trip

 

the light fantastic toe to some snappy music and go wordy-mad.

 

Time : Anytime

 

Venue: You have already stepped in. Just scroll down straight.

 

R.S.V.P. Surbhi Bafna

 

Young guns: Pleazze do kum and let us daance togaather.

 

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ZThe journey has begun

 

     for all dear bloggers

            To blog as ‘ONE’. Z

 

 

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The party has begun!!!

 

º²Common everybody Let’s Party ²º

 

””””””””””””

 

 

åChampagne- the bubbly

 

Hello!!! Blog bunnies!

Setting the party into mood, here I uncork myself.

Shake-Shake-Shake

Splash-Boom-Splash

Whooaaaa !!!!

Dunk yourself in my froth sparkle.

Common!! I’m not whisky.

Sip me and immerse yourself in the party.

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¯ DJ-Tune to 'We are the World'.

Wordie-the waiter: Ma’am, this link please.

 

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I Cake-the granny

 

Akhooo Akoooo

W-e-L-c-O-m-E my dear Bloggers!!!

Akhooo Akhooo

My child Vivacious Puerile has groen 50 posts old.

 Bless the freak to accommodate plethora of posts.

Your support, your appreciation, your criticism, your silent stalking (reading without commenting), your Bunnyship made her more and more inclined to words.

So, here I cut myself into pieces to sweeten your tongues. Don’t worry! I’m eggless. I I I

 

¯ DJ- Tune to 'Shape of my heart'.

Wordy-the waitress: Sir, this link please.

 

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Ω Muffin-the muncher

Hey Bunnies!!!

Give me a high-five.

You all guys rock in Blogger world. Yuuhooooo.

This party is thrown for all of you, young and old, girls and boys to munch me and say Violaaaa!

Keep dropping your comments on this space. ä ä ä

 

¯ DJ- Tune to 'Heaven Sent'.

Wordie-the waiter: Dame ,this link please.

 

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¥ Rasmalai-the rosy

 

Namaste Bloggers!!!

I’m here to add sweetness to your Bunnyship.

A malai ball soaked in Saffron milk is the traditional way of greeting guests. So, here I’m. Gulp me. Don’t worry Lady! I’m sugar free. I won’t add calories to your diet. ¥ ¥ ¥

 

¯ DJ- Tune to 'Tere jaisa yaar kahan'.

Wordy-the waitress: Dude ,this link please.

 

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% Latte- the hot

 

Hiiiii boys! Heyy Girls!!!

It’s a bit cold here. So common grab me and pour the hot froth steamed espresso into your throat. Wooooow!!!!

That’s like Bunnies.

I like it when you guys talk of some hot burning issues. Keep penning the hot issues and spread the word. % % %

 

¯ DJ- Tune to 'You light up My life'.

Wordie-the waiter: Ma’am ,this link please.

 

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, Kurkure- the Chilly

 

Hola Hola Bloggers!

You have had much of the sweets today. Now common crunch me.

Tedha hai, per mera hai.

I wish all you Bunnies stay a family till the triumph of Blogger cosmo prevails. , , ,

 

¯ DJ- Tune to 'Zooby dooby Zooby dooby'.

Wordy-the waitress: Sir ,this link please.

 

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eTic-Tac-the Mouth Freshner

 

Adios Blog Buddies.

Put me below your tongue and write up a fresh minty gloss of this vivacious party.

Keep posting fresh and vivid. e e e

 

¯ DJ- Tune to 'Kabhi Alvida na Kehna'.

 

Wordie-the waiter: Dame ,this link please.

 

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P.S. The party is still buzzing. Send your fellow Bloggers to this space. Let all the Bunnies buzz together.

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Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

IS RAJ BACK???

“Good morning Mohan. I’m waiting for you at tea. Come down soon.”,a sweet voice wished him.

Mohan wanted a snooze of 5-more minutes which he wished never ends.

“Lazy Lizard”, the lady called after some good 15 minutes had passed.

“C-oo-m-i-ngggg Yaaa”, yawned Mohan in the bed.

He headed towards the bathroom, brushed his teeth and went downstairs.

The lady was sipping the tea. Mohan hugged her from back saying, “Good Morning dear”.

The lady put her hand around his nape, pulled his face forward and planted a fresh kiss on his forehead,” Very good morning sweetheart”.

“It ain’t fair. You finished your breakfast without me”, Mohan said with a frown face on seeing an empty plate and half-done tea.

“I’m getting late Baba! I have to rush to the hospital”, the lady tried to placate him.

“Oh! As if I don’t have to go to work”, Mohan grumbled.

“Common Honey! You are the boss. You can make a bit late also but I’m not allowed”,She tried to cheer him up.

“Okay! See you in the evening”, he sipped his tea.

“Bye”, she waved her hand.


BANG …. BANG…

Mohan looked at the wall-clock. The cuckoo came out of the cuckoo-house as it struck 8.00a.m.

“Ahh!!!Still an hour to doodle. I should better catch a nap”, Mohan was not ready to shake off his lull.

He went back upstairs to doze off. He was just to pull up the quilt when he saw newspaper lying by the side of lamp. The half-folded paper read “MISSING”. The very word caught Mohan’s attention and he jumped to grab the newspaper. It was a 15-year old boy who went missing from his school. Other relevant information were provided but Mohan didn’t read further. Something choked in his throat. A gulp of missing identity struck his chord.

He remembers the day when he opened his eyes nearly after a month in Malini’s house. Half of his body was plastered. He twitched in pain and tried to ask galore of questions popping in his mind. But a lady in green kurta and white trousers gestured him to relax back. She was happy to see him back to his senses. She went near him and asked,”How are you feeling now?”

As he opened his mouth, the jaw pained but he gathered strength to ask,” Who are you?”. “I’m Dr. Malini. I found you lying in a pool of blood in the scarcely trampled foothills of Shivaliks. I was there to attend a camp on Naturopathy. You had a severe injury at the back of your head. It seemed as if you were the victim of the landslide”, the lady explained him everything calmly.

He laid blank on the bed. He listened to the lady as if she was narrating some story. He tried to recollect his memory but,” Dammit! I don’t remember”.

As the lady heard those words, she was taken aback as her anticipation came out to be true but she quickly dusted the worry from her face and gently asked him,” You just take rest. Everything is fine”.

The lady called up psychiatrist Dr. Jyoti and narrated the just-incident to her.

“I’m so sorry Malini. But it seems he is suffering from memory loss”., the voice on the other end said.

“That’s so pity. How to tell him about this??” Malini said.

“You don’t panic. I’ll come and handle the patient”, Doctor assured her.

“Thank-you doctor”, She cut the phone.

In the evening Dr. Jyoti tackled the situation and told the patient everything. The patient was still baffled. He couldn’t make out what is happening? Why is it happening?? He didn’t remember anything. He had lost his identity with his memory.

All this while Dr. Mailini stood by his side. She got a reason to live after her husband’s demise. She gave the patient a new name Mohan and welcomed him to her solemn life. Two years have passed and now Mohan has become an indispensable part of Malini’s life. She has gifted Mohan a whole new life. But Mohan still tries to kick hard his brain to wake up his dormant memory.

The clock banged again. It showed 9.00a.m. Mohan got up with a heavy heart. A number of thoughts were racing in his mind. He left for the office.

In the evening, Malini and Mohan sat together for dinner. Serving the plate, Mohan asked, ”Did anyone call up from Police station??”.

Malini got a jerk. She stammered, ”W—h—h—y, What? Oh! I have asked you not to worry. I have registered the case the very day I found you. Police is doing their investigation and will inform us as soon as they get some news”.

“When will I get back my identity”, Mohan was frustrated.

Malini calmly said,” Now you are Mohan. Live as Mohan”.

Mohan stood up in anger and left for his room. Malini was slapped with intense anxiety and worry. She didn’t eat anything.

Mohan was moping around in the balcony while Mailini turned off the lights and went to sleep. Mohan wasn’t sleepy at all. He gazed at the stars in the sky which twinkled in hope while the gust of air slapped him in bewilderment.

He went into the room and saw a book lying upside down. Perhaps it’s another of Malini’s collection. She loved reading novels. There were about 500 novels in her store on topics varying from philosophy to love.

Mohan checked the book to distract his mind. Though he was not a bibliophile but just to feed the rambling ants in his mind, he started reading the novel.

From the very first page itself, he found something unusual. May be because he was reading after a long time or may be because he no more believed in love. Reading ten more pages, Mohan felt like this has happened somewhere. Anyways he continued reading.

The more he read, the more intimate he grew with the book. Some blurred images hovered in his mind. Mehak-Raj-train- these words hit him like stone. He was desperate to complete the story. Four hours had passed and he was just 100 pages short to know the end. Sleep was nowhere in his eyes. His head was paining a little but he was anxious to know more about Raj and Mehak.

As he reached the last chapters (which were written by Mehak) , he felt giddy. The room revolved around him. He felt unconscious by then.

It was morning. Malini checked for Mohan. He was lying unconscious with the novel in his hand. She checked his pulse rate which was above normal. She rushed him to hospital. Worry and anxiety lingered in the air.

After the wait of six long hours, Mohan was back to life. Malini hugged him in joy,” Are you alright?”.

“I ‘am Raj”, Mohan uttered.

“What?? What are you saying Mohan??”, Malini didn’t want to lose Mohan.

“I’m Raj, Doctor Malini! Call Mehak. I want to see her right now”, Mohan almost commanded.

Malini broke in tears.She never wanted to lose Mohan after he came into her life.

In a few more hours, the entire world changed. Mehak and Raj were reunited. Their love succeded. A deluge of joy and love was flowing from their eyes.

“How much I missed you Raj. Where were you all these years??”,Mehak enquired.

A composed Malini answered instead of Mohan(Raj).

“But I have registered Raj as missing in police. Every day I went there in hope of some good news. Didn’t you seek the help of cops??” Mehak asked.

Mohan was also shocked at this question.

“I didn’t want to lose Mohan.So I never filed the case”, the sorry Malini confessed. Her eyes couldn’t meet that of Raj’s.

“Why Maa?? Why didn’t you want me to live as Raj?” Mohan asked.

“After my husband’s demise, you became the reason of my life. How could I let my life go??”, the 50-year old Malini rested on floor.

“Oh! Maa”, Raj came out of his bed to hug her,”I’ll never leave you. I have two mothers now. You are my Yashodha Maa and I’m your Mohan”,Raj cried in her lap.

Mehak too embraced both of them. A new relation with the old life was back on wheels. The fragrance of True Love wafted in air.

Such is the power of words. Words can melt a stone. Words can unite hearts. Words can change lives. Words can make you fall in love. Words can make you feel in heaven. Adore words. Love words.


P.S. This story is the sequel of my previous story. It is written on reader’s demand to mark a happy beginning to Raj and Mehak’s love. But I would just like to say that love doesn’t always brings happiness. But genuine love washes away all your pain to make you feel ecstatic. I’m sure you will agree with me here.

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

55 Fiction- Knot

The girl was grappling with the knot to be tied around her collar. The loving hands stretched out from the frame to help her. She was getting late for her school. She lit the candle in haste before the frame saying "Bye Maa".

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

55 Fiction - Power

After seeing around the hustle-bustle his eyes again lingered over the screen. His fingers itched to check for a new message. The love pangs were hitting him hard. The screen hadn’t glowed from past one hour.

 "Power is back. Dude!! You can charge now", called his hostel-mate.

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

55 Fiction- Sandal

She was happy to lose the bet. Finally he had bagged the STAR SINGER  trophy. They headed towards the shoe shop after the wait of a long year.

“This..that..ammmm… I cant find it”, she said.

There was no sandal in the shop to cover her hoof flexed back.

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

Please Don't Go

Please don't go
Please don't go
Don't you know that I love you so
Say you're mine
And give me tonight
Let's stay together.

Please don't go
Please don't go
You're the only angel I know
You were sent from heaven above
To love me forever.

Don't go
Don't go
If you leave me
You'll let a good thing fall apart
If you deceive me
You'll leave a pain inside my heart
I really need you
Just like the air I need to breathe
I'll stand beside you
I'll never leave.

Don't go
Don't go
If you leave me
You're gonna spoil a dream we share
If you leave me
I'm gonna miss the way you cared
I will try harder
I'll make you fall in love again
And I'll be faithful
Until the end.

Please don't go
Please don't go
You're the only angel I know
You were sent from heaven above
To love me forever.

 

Don't go
Don't go
If you leave me
I'm gonna search the world for you
If you leave me
Sweet memories will shine on through
I'll always love you
No matter what you do or say
Cause when I touch you
Light touches the day.

Please don't go
Please don't go
I don't wanna be all alone
Say you're mine
And give me tonight
Let's stay together.

Please don't go
Please don't go
You're the only angel I know
You were sent from heaven above
To love me forever
Don't go

Don't go.

 

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

Writing to ME is...

This post has been selected amongst the Blogadda’s WOW posts of the week.

 

 

“Delhi-Lucknow express 12004 is about to reach on platform no. 2” The announcement was being made again and again. Mehak and Raj reassembled their luggage. They had been waiting from past half an hour. And this half hour became the most memorable hour of their life. It was exactly one year before they had met here. While waiting for the train, they dwelled upon their silly stupid chats which had tied them in a wonderful bond.

“You remember I was caught by this T.T.”, Mehak said pointing towards a middle-age man with a potbelly who was going through a list in his hand.

“Oh! Yes. I should go to him”, Raj said.

“Why??”, Mehak enquired.

“To thank him for making me meet a silly stupid girl”, Raj winked.

Both of them giggled.

“It seems it was destined. My ticket got pickpocket. Your friend cancelled his journey at the last moment. And you travelled alone with a two-passenger ticket all the way just to rescue me at this junction”, Mehak put their first meet in brevity.

Raj relaxed on the bench and a sneaky smile crept on his lips.

He said,” Yeah! Out of tens of other passengers, I became just your saviour”.

“Silly effect”,Mehak chirruped.

“Silly girl”, Raj ticked her head.

FLASHBACK

Mehak thanked Raj for helping her and saving her bucks. Raj thanked his friend for cancelling the trip. Formal thanks-giving  entailed till they came out of the junction. Before leaving Raj put his hand forward and said,” Hii, I’m Raj. Naam to suna hi hoga”.

Mehak shook hand and said,” Hii I’m not Simran!”.

Haha, I like it.

What??

That you are not Simran!.

So???

So, there is going to be a twist in the story.

You seem to be a die-hard bollywood fan.

Yes! Masala and romance tadka.

“All Crap. Taxiiiiii”, She waved her hand and bid him a good-bye.

A crap bye!!! Raj was a little sad at her parting words.

“But why should I bother about her. She is just an another girl”, Raj murmured.

He tried to convince himself but the silly girl had abducted his wits. As soon as he reached his hostel, he opened his laptop, connected to the internet and searched for her. But how to search?? She was NOT SIMRAN. Who was she??? Where to search for her in Delhi??? Disheartened Raj gave all his hopes. Days  passed.

One day Raj went to a Publishing house to get his college magazine published. He was the head of the editorial team. The man at the office guided him to a room.

“May I come in”, Raj knocked on the door.

“ Yes, please” ,came the voice.

“Whoa!!! Bollywood Baba!!! What a pleasant surprise! What brought you here?” This was Mehak asking the flabbergasted Raj.

Raj couldn’t believe his eyes. He got back to his senses and stammered, “ H-a-a-e-e- Hiii! I’m stalking you”.

Oh!! Really!.

So how is everything  Miss Not Simran???

Haha, I’m Mehak. I do the work of proof-reading here.

That’s great. Now read these 100 odd pages and kick out the errors.

Ahh!!! I don’t like this. I just hate these words but still slogging myself.

 

Raj was happy to find her. Now he knew the name of silly girl.

Facebook-Search-Mehak-Send friend request.

Friend request accepted.

And then started the chatting season. They sunk themselves in talks and talks from nowhere and everywhere.

Meanwhile Raj wrote his first novel and went to her for proof-reading.

As Mehak read through the pages, she felt herself bosomed in someone’s strong words.

Yes! Raj didn’t write a love letter, instead an entire novel for the silly stupid girl he had fallen in love with.

 

FLASHBACK OVER-TIME IS SPEEDING NOW

The horn grew louder and louder as the train approached. Raj cried at the loudest of his pitch,
” I’ll be waiting for your reviews on my novel”.

Mehak and Raj hadn’t admitted it to each other till now. They behaved like just-friends but something more was being cooked up on both the sides. Both were enjoying this unavowed romance.

Both left for their home.

It was Diwali. Mehak called up Raj to wish him.

“Huulo”, a heavy voice spoke from the other side.

“May I speak to Raj please”,Mehak asked.

“Beta! He went missing since past five days. DO you know where he is??”, the voice asked in plea.

Mehak couldn’t believe her ears. She ransacked all their mutual contacts, Raj’s college, his whereabouts but no ray of hope kindled.

Each day she read his script where he confessed his love. Today Raj is still missing. Mehak added a few more chapters and completed their love novel.

As soon as the novel hit the book stores, it came out to be a best-seller. The media persons approached Mehak asking  about how the idea came to your mind? Are you a professional writer?? And a lot more questions queued up.

Mehak answered in a very simple manner.

"I’m no professional writer.
I never liked these silly stupid words.
I never understood the feelings attached with them.
But a silly stupid boy made me feel these words.
He left behind his legacy in his words.
He made me write all what I feel.
And today writing to me is my first love."

 
Mehak confessed their love in public and wished Raj would soon appear with another of his novel for proof-reading.

 
Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

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