These mystifying cities are hidden under the depth of water since ages!

  1. Tyno Helig, UK



There are great mysteries on this Earth which are still unknown. And one of them is the mystery of this city. It is said this submerged city is actually a submerged castle which is the result of a curse by a noble man who was killed by a common man who was in love with a lord’s daughter.


  1. Dunwich, England




It is believed that this city of England was as big as London and the reason behind the drowning of this city is said to be its rough weather and erosions. And due to all these conditions Dunwich finally submerged under water with all the people and structures.


  1. Willow Grove, USA


The reason behind the drowning of this city is the creation of dams around this city after the World War. This creation of dams led to the floods and as a result the city submerged under the Dale Hollow Lake.


  1. Canudos, Brazil


This small town of Brazil is said to get submerged under a man-made lake and the reason behind it is the creation of dam by the idea of Farmers so as to escape from the conditions of Droughts.

And so the people were drowned under a man-made lake.


  1. Pre-Incan Ruins in Lake Titicaca, Bolivia


This place is believed to be a holy place. The city drowned has all the temples, terraces, houses and many other such physical facilities which are submerged from 1500 years. The city (as per the belief) was known as Wanaku and was home to hidden stolen treasures by Spanish kings.


  1. Baiae, Italy


This Roman city used to be a vacation spot of rich people. And the reason behind the drowning of this city is believed to be sudden increase in the water level of hot water springs from Volcanoes. This finally became the submerged city of Italy.


  1. Doggerland, North Sea


It is believed that this was once inhibited by Mesolithic Tribes. The reason behind the submergence of Doggerland is believed to be the continuous movement of tectonic movement in Europe and England. This led to the water level increase and a final submergence.


  1. Gulf of Cambay, India


Scientists believe that this lost Indian city is probably the oldest city on the planet may be older than Harappa and Mesopotamia. And the reason behind this scientific prediction are the 9500 years old skeletons and teeths. This lies along the West coast of India in Gujarat and has an inlet in Arabian Sea.


  1. Allit Yam, Israel



The city which developed civilization for about 8000 years ago and was located along the Carmel coast. The city then, however, was completely submerged and washed out because of repeated attacks of Tsunami.


  1. Shicheng, China


It was founded more than 1300 years ago and was believed to be governed by Ming and Qing. The city submerged for about 40 meters under the water. The drowning of this city is believed to be because of the role of Gravity.

So its time to pack your diving gear..for these amazing destinations !! A dive in the past..

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The way I will remember you


I will always remember you as an angel,
who walked into my life when all other faces seemed like strangers.
Those large shimmering eyes captivated my soul almost instantaneously.
Don’t get me started coz i can go on praising those eyes for three days continuously.

Nothing can be cuter than your sweet, mischievous smile.
I have always been awe-struck seeing your elegant dressing style.
With that stupefying and bewildering figure,
it was hard for me to maintain my composure.

Your voice and accent complimented each other,
and confidence so high that could make anyone stutter.
You were ambitious and fun loving at the same time.
I remember how soon we became partners in crime

whenever i saw you, you were extending someone your help.
With the most complicated situations, it was you who always tactfully dealt.
You were good to even those who were nasty to you,
You found happiness in smallest of things when most magnificent of things were at service for you.

I still don’t get it how you fell in love with me.
And then you did things for me which no one would have done to set me free.
You played numerous roles in my life,
a friend, my love, a preacher, a teacher and a beautiful wife.

Life couldn’t have been more beautiful without you,
You made my dreams, my imaginations astoundingly come true.
I used to be at seventh heaven when I had you by my side.
You got me from low waist jeans and baggy t-shirts to three piece suits and smart looking ties.
Precisely, you made a man out of a spoilt brat,
You saved me from getting lost in marijuana’s painfully tempting trap.

I never said a word to let you know,
It was you who still understood if I was hurt, sad or hungry for those mouth-watering momos.
It was me who always came first to your head,
Before even thinking bout yourself instead.
You loved me the way no one ever did before.
The sentiments are enormous which I am scared to even bring to the fore.

You were amazing in bed, even better at academics,
Jaw dropping looks disconcerted the paramedics.
You were innocent and naive,
Concomitantly aggressive and brave as warriors and knights.
Your will and might,
made easy the most fierce looking fights.

Your dreams so big, your ego so small,
Thats what made you stand out, thats what made you stand tall.
Your elegance and decency were witnessed at their best,
wherever and whenever my sweet lil child was put to test.
A girl so loving, which she let herself be,
was meant to be out there, so i let her go free.
Like you said the other day: “all the good things come to an end,
but believe me my angel, in my heart, you will always be my silent friend….

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No Grey: All Black and White


I have always found it difficult to make people understand the kind of person I am. Some think I am rude, others think I am geek. Some take me as an intellectual, others as dumbass. There’s a huge list of names I have got in this short span of life.  Some love me for the kind of mess I am and some hate me for the kind of sorted mind I am.

But nobody knows that I have seen extremities of emotions in my life. Extremity to love someone insanely, extremity to hate someone madly! Extremity to understand and also the extremity to ignore everything and let people around me get hurt.

But what I realised all this time while religiously failing to embed shades of grey in my black and white life of love or hatred; that people never understand you, no matter how much you try. They will love you, hate you, accept you, reject you…… all according to their own fancies. But does that really means you have to hate them?

I think No! You can’t really hate people just because they disliked you; you can’t really hate them because they disapproved what brought you happiness. Life is unfair, so are people. The only thing you can do to help yourself is accept the fact that, it’s OK to let it go and not ask for justice all the time. As the definition of justice varies from individual to individual. It cannot be put into a catalogue of definitions, as it will turn out to be vague at the end of the day.

My tryst with the greys have been really unpleasant. I have tried and failed, and then tried again and failed, and then again tried to fail. Registering so many failures really makes me question the stranger in the mirror, as to what it actually seeks and the only reply I get is, there can be no grey for me, only black and white!

– Udisha M.

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Why I write?

Why I write? 

I don’t write to create literary masterpieces! I don’t write to match that sky-high heavy lexicon! I don’t write to be called as Shakespeare or Keats! I am hell not interested in creating classics! Yeah! You are right! I am not even good enough to do that!
I write for myself! I write for that unconsolidated voice which keeps screaming in me! I write for those flawless flaws! I write for all those things you termed Impossible! I write for myself!
Read or reject it! That’s genuinely none of my business!!!

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10 Reasons why you should marry a Lucknow girl!

10 Reasons why you should marry a Lucknow girl!

1] She can easily impress anyone with her ‘tehzeeb’, including your friends and family! 😉

“Namaste aunty! Pranaam uncle!” are still more prevalent than ‘hello aunty and goodmorning uncle in this city!’

2] Lucknowites are foodies by birth, so you will never have any complains about lack of tasty food in your house and even in your Lucknow visits. 😀

Tunday kababi, wahib ki biryani, veg kabab rolls, gol-gappe, dahi-jalebi, imarti-rabdi. Everything over here is yummmmmmmmmmm………………….. :p

3] No matter how angry she is on you or any of your family members, she will never get abusive as it is against our culture. Even if she is warning you, that will also be in courteous style! 😉

“Janaab aisi gustakhiya na karei, ki humei aap ki waalida ki khidmat mei zaleel kalimatei pesh karni padei!”
4] She has a natural taste in art, music and poetry. As Lucknow is a city which has given one of the finest artist and musicians to the world. 🙂

5] She can make your family members drool with exclusive chikankaari gifts from Lucknow! 😉 Trust me dude, even the biggest designers of the world go gaga over our embroidery.

6] Lucknow is considered to be one of the most historically beautiful city. So, if your girl is from Lucknow you will get to see one of the richest cultural heritage. 😀

even the Lucknow Railway station has a story to tell, Bada Imambara, Residency, La Martiniere, Ambedkar park are few to name.

7] Besides her ‘tehzeeb’, she knows how to have ‘tafri’ as well. 😉 So you can go doing ‘Rangbaazi’ on the streets of Hazratganj any given day, as it is said…’Shaam-e-avadh’ 😀

8] She can pray at a temple, dargah, church or a gurudwara! Because secularism is in the veins of Lucknowites. Our legacy of Hindu-Muslim unity is still alive in our hearts. 🙂

9] She is a perfect amalgam of modern and traditional woman. She can enjoy a happening club life with you and also make sure that your family life is always in place. 😀

10] You can always complain that she uses ‘HUM” for singular as well as for plural, uses ‘AAP’ for everybody ranging from younger ones to older ones. But once you have fallen for a Lucknow girl, you wont be able to do without her sugar coated tongue. 😉

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‘YOU’ :tiny love tales #1

You are a figment of her memory. Living somewhere at the back of her mind,  somewhere in those lost smiles and dried eyes. Your soul has left,  but it’s touch still remains! Somewhere in the essence of that dried rose,  somewhere in the touch of that silken robe!
You are a dead event,  but tend to remain alive! In the lonely corner of that coffee shop! In that favorite menu kept on that table top. In that hustle bustle of the city!  In the quietness of the lanes which told the stories of your long walks! Hand in hand you walked with her, making her feel that you are the one for her!
Though your finger prints have faded, but that card still holds your writings! Not-so-beautiful,  nor so-charming,  still these words held so much when once they were born on this paper! They are dull and blur,  craving for the meaning which they once held!
Had she known that the tokens which she thought were a memory, will be the chains of her past!
She still holds that dried rose,  trying to smell the love which once it smelled of!
She sits at the same lonely corner of that coffee shop,  eating the same favorites in a hope that somehow they will taste the same as they did!
The stars in the sky are still the same,  but why do they have lost the directions?  The directions of  your love which they once showed to her? 
The shooting stars no more show up to her,  as they are also tired of granting  her wishes!
You compared her beauty to the moon,  now it is the only one watching over her when she weeps at night! #tiny_love_tales
-Udisha M.
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no title!

I don’t belong to here,
the sense of belonging eludes me! Don’t know, Am I a believer or an atheist, I want to believe, but belief gets eroded by the mortal existence.
There is something in the air, so suffocating and so disheartening, may be the questions which fill my mind more than anything! 
I don’t belong to where I live, neither do I belong to the space I wish to live. I am a wanderer, whose soul keeps travelling to unknown lands, to undiscovered places. Fighting undefined battles, loving faceless faces! Neither do I belong to the places I travel, nor to the places I have chosen to live. Because I am a wanderer, who doesn’t has a home nor a will! I want to rest, but there is something which doesn’t stops, its just doesn’t stops to let me take a breath, a breath of fresh air, or a gulp of life!
What is it? How is it? Don’t know!
But it is there, somewhere deep, somewhere inside there, which pierces the bone and flesh, and the soul refuses to rest!

-Udisha M.
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Things You know If You Grew Up In Lucknow

*LUCKNOW & the Lucknowities*

The ‘Pehle-aap, Pehle-aap’ thing isn’t a joke. Mind you, it happens here.
When asked why do we always speak in plural, we always say it proudly ‘It’s a City of Nawabs and this is the Nawabi style’.
We love it when we talk to non-lucknowities like ‘Ama yaar..’ and their eyes go wide.
If you don’t use words like Dhaansu’ and ‘Bhaukali’, dude you are missing half of the fun.
If you come to Lucknow and miss the ‘Tunde-Kabab’ and ‘waahib ki biryaani’ (if in case you are not a vegetarian) then I promise you will regret if for your entire life, like seriously!
The only place on earth, where even an abusive slang is sugar coated and prefixed with ‘AAP’
Like a dog hates water, we hate the word ‘TU’
We have the weirdest nomenclatures of places, Bhootnath, Daana-Paani, Wire-less Chauraha, Hahnemann chauraha ( often confused as Honeymoon chauraha ) and the list goes on.
When you hear ‘Phod dena’ as a good luck wish from someone, have no doubt, he/she is definitely from Lucknow.
If you know all the ‘Khands’ of gomti-nagar, dude you deserve a standing-ovation.
We don’t need Sarcasm. We possess the ability to threaten someone to death with sugar coated words.
‘Jugaad’, ‘rangbaaji’, ‘Setting’, ‘Maamla’, ‘Scene’, ‘tafri’ ‘Matter’ are the most frequent words used by us.
A, B, C, D are not just alphabets for us. They refer to the blocks of Indira-nagar
When whole India uses ‘Chutte’ for change, we use ‘Toote’ for the same thing.
If you don’t raise your eyebrows when you hear someone wearing ‘Chikan’ then definitely you are a Lucknowite.
We have a special love for ‘Royal cafe’ no matter how many options we have to dine at we chose it without a second thought.
Every outing with your friends ends with an ice-cream on Marine Drive.
No matter you spend all your day at CCD or Barista, you still die for Sharma ki chai and Kesarbagh ki Lassi.
If you have not tasted the basket chat of Royal Cafe, dude you don’t know what chat is!
You have been to Deva Sharif and Chandrika Devi for god knows how many times. [actually you went there after all your exams to beg for passing marks!]
You know you are a real Lucknowite, if I.T. is Issabella Thouborn Girls college and not Information Technology!
If an evening on the streets of Hazratganj[specially the Cathedral Church] is much more fascinating than any Adventure park, then you are surely a Lucknowite.
If your house has atleast one or two art pieces of Chinhat Pottery, you are a Lucknowite.
If you go fasting on a hot summer day, just to stay on a diet of Lucknawi Dasheri, you are ‘pakka Lucknow-wala’
You address your kaam-waali, rickshaw-wala and even a rag-picker as ‘aap’, that’s not a show-off its in our blood, our ‘tehzeeb’
If you celebrate ‘Bada-mangal’ and even organise and participate in a ‘bhandara’, then you are Lucknowite.
If you save your pocket money just to shop enough in ‘Lucknow mohotsav’, you are a Lucknowite.
You find it funny when people from so called ‘hi-tech’ cities go mad on seeing historical monuments, because you have seen a so called historical monument every 500 meters in old city.
When you know the congested lanes of Aminabad and also the wide and clean roads of Gomti-nagar where you go racing with your friends, you are a Lucknowite.
May be the reason for our
‘Dhaansu Luck’ lies in the name of
city itself. After all I belong to ‘LUCK-NOW…!
                                                                                                          Shared from: Ayushi Singh: slightly edited by me. 
                                                                                                                                                                       -Udisha M.
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An open letter to the citizens of India, from an anonymous U.P. woman.

Dear citizens of India,
Well, Uttar Pradesh is that one state which is hated by many, loved by few but is just not ignorable. We are known for our population[eh.. there are hardly handful of “countries” which beat us in that!] our illiteracy, our “desi gawarpana” and above all, we are the ‘Bhaiya jis’ and “Behan jis” for people from other states!
Honestly, I never had any grudges against anyone who judged me. As I have seen my dad getting posted from length and breadth of the country. Everywhere we have faced this kind of judgmental attitude of people.
But we got used to it, thinking there was no point in arguing with these idiots, as they have the ability to drag you to their levels and beat with their experience!
Now, this is a different story of my life and I don’t want to go into its depth. What shattered me most, when I saw the case of two teens being brutally raped and murdered in my own state, in my own land, in the place which I call ‘home’. and then came the Mohanlalganj case! Even more shocking, but afterwards the stories which unfolded giving the clear pictures were however ignored by the media and even the people!
I felt disgusted and dishonored as any human would do, our bunch of friends decided to protest irrespective of our busy work schedules and we did that.
But there was something more happening around us, on Facebook, on Twitter, or almost every social networking platform. People had started abusing us (the people of UP) just because we are from UP!
Is it a crime to be born in a state which is considered to be the land of Shiv, Ram, and Krishna?
Atrocities on women is not just a problem of my own state. If you go through the statistics, the number of cases of female foeticide, domestic violence, child abuse are happening everywhere even higher in the so called ‘hi-tech’ states. This doesn’t means I or any of UPite doesn’t wants the criminals to be punished.
We boast of the highest number of world heritage sites(including the Taj Mahal) highest number of elite services officers, ISRO scientists, and all blinded people can see is the number of labors going from UP and Bihar to their states.
Even in our state we have labor class coming from different parts of our country. Trust me, they too are as illiterate and as ill-mannered as you describe the UP and Bihar’s labor class. They too are making an average of more than 70% criminals of our states. At times we feel fed up of them, but we blame them not the place or people they belong to. We understand that good and bad people are everywhere, and the bad ones should be nailed. We never insult anyone saying that, “Meri kaam-waali ya mera garbage uthaane wala ladka tumhare state ka hai! Or your state is producing only rapists and thieves!”
Because we understand, underprivileged are underprivileged, they do not have any cast, creed or color and even “REGION” If they have chosen to leave their home behind and walk into a new world, there must be some agony behind it.
As far as our habit of saying, ‘Bhaiya’ or ‘Didi’ is concerned. Then let me remind you, ‘Bhaiya and Didi’ are the words of your national language. and I don’t think so talking in your national language is a crime anywhere!
We address everyone with these words as a mark of respect, even you people use such words in your native language, which we find funny. But we don’t make fun of it as we respect the fact that’s its your mother tongue and you are emotional about its use.
As far as our weird habits are concerned, that our men eat pan-masala, or walk around with a ‘angocha’ on their shoulder. Then there are people in this country, who wear sarongs(lungi to be precise) 8 meter dhoti sarees, weird headgear and what not!
But we never laugh on them, because we have been brought up believing that we must respect the diversity of our country, and we have always done that! And as far as eating Pan/Masala and spitting on random places is considered, our state has started drives to get rid of them. And yeah, leave this, there are states where the consumption of alcohol and drugs tops the charts! Those states are not ours, they are the hi-tech ones with ‘Modern people’
UP and Bihar men are being beaten up in other states, just because they are able to qualify the exams and grab the jobs more easily than the localities! Now tell me, is it a crime in being more hardworking or more intellectual than other people? Children from UP and Bihar grow up with the fact that they have a tough competition to face, be it on state level, or on National level or any damn level. They grow up facing the harsh realities, they know if they don’t grab a decent job, their parents don’t have enough to set up a business or start something for them. The ones from small towns have to leave their homes at tender age of 13-14 for further studies.The age at which you people throw teenage tantrums to your family members. If you actually want to see the struggle, come over, I will take you to the dungeon corners of Lucknow and Allahabad, where students burn the night oil to make a future. We have seen young boys living on salt and rice and becoming class one officers with shear hard-work! If you think I am joking, then just read any random story of an elite services officers from our state, what all they face for the sake of career. On top of that, people blame them for eating away their jobs! Heights! If you feel so insecure about your job, then work harder than them and beat them in competition! As simple as that!
Yes, I do agree to the fact that UP and Bihar still need a lot of development in few aspects. We have produced the maximum number of Prime Ministers for the country, we are considered to be the king-makers in national politics. And may be this is the curse of our fate. Every time politicians try to woo us with their long and wide promises only to prove them futile after elections. Be it Narendra Modi or be it Rahul Gandhi. They know our potentials, they know our caliber, but still all they can see is their vote banks! But it doesn’t means that these states are worthless. At present, the maximum number of youngsters joining the armed forces officer cadre are being produced by these 2 states. The highest number of IAS, IES, IFS officers are coming from these two states( surprised? check the statistics baby!)
and if you still think that people who speak your national language are ‘gawars’ toh ‘Bhaiya ji/ behan Ji! ye rahi aap ki soch! Mujhe geeri huvi mili thi!’
An anonymous woman from UP.
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10 Things you experience when you are in love with a Soldier-Chapter 2

10 Things you experience when you are in love with a Soldier- 2

1] Now, you know that there are places like, Wellington, Khadakwasla, Kirkee, Mhow etc. on the map of our country. Something, which others will never understand or bother to know it.

2] When other girls pray that their boyfriend/husband stays with them all their lives, you just pray that they somehow he stays in peace postings, so that you can visit him anytime. And just in case, anyhow he gets posted in your city! [Goddddddddd!!! Its a miracle] 😀

3] Getting a call from satellite phones is not something way too out of the world for you! Because he calls you from such numbers[you know when!]

4] If you are married to him, you can stay in any kind of accommodation, even if its a single room or a huge bungalow! Because for you, every moment spent with him is a bliss! 🙂

5] He wants you to learn how to cook, not just because he is a big time foodie, but his coursemates and other unit bachelors can storm your house any given time! 

6] Now, any of his fauji friend’s girlfriend or wife seems like a soul-sister to you. Because, she is the one who understands your situation better than your girlfriends with civilian boyfriends.

7] Watching a fauji movie with him can be a pain, still exciting, as he keeps disturbing you with technical comments like, ‘ye camo aisa nahi, aisa hota hai! Ye rank aise nahi aise command karti hai!… and blah….blah…blah……………….’

8] You try to keep a record of all his messages, letters, photos almost everything which reminds you of the beautiful moments spend with him, as it keeps you going in his absence! 🙂

9] You know no matter how flirty he gets with other girls, he is a thorough gentleman who loves you truly, madly and completely! And that is what makes you fall for him even more!

10] There will always be thousands who will never understand why you love him, despite the distance and hardships. But only you and your heart knows that no matter what they say you know, “that the girl he left behind, is still behind him supporting her hero!” <3

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Whom am I?

I lay down in my bed,
Tossing and turning adjusting myself in life’s twilight!
A series of moments flash in front of my eyes.
Like a sinking boat on a cyclone’s tide!
What all I did and what all I got?
What all I lost and what all I forgot?
Millions of question flock around,
Like a lost rain cloud craving to pour down!
Whom am I the question rises?
A doll of imperfections or a mountain of flaws.
I am made answerable for every scar I carry.
I am interrogated for every stain in my personal diary.
i stand in front of the mirror,
trying to recognise the stranger in it!
“you are a paradox!”, it screams on my face.
my eyes go quiet and body turns stoned!
living a life of flaws and imperfections,
but still they say, i am doing right.
i try to be a part of crowd,
only to be thrown out,
who am I? the question rises.
A stranger to myself, a question for the soul, 
I wander, I roam, on unknown lands, 
And into unknown worlds, 
Only to know, I am a bird, caged in a golden prison.
I try to flap my wings, 
And try to fly away, 
But I am held by a cage. 
I see the beautiful world, the colors it holds,
Just like a rainbow after  the first rain, 
Just like the golden Sun kissing the horizon, 
I try to reach there, to touch the sun, 
To touch the horizon! 
But what I discover is that they too are mere illusions, 
The horizon keeps shifting and the rainbow disappears! 
Only to make me realise that nothing is real. 
I submit myself to the golden cage, 
Taking it as my fate, 
Who am I? The question rises. 
But this time, I refuse to answer it! 
-Udisha M.

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Confession of a writer

“What do you want to become in life?”, somebody asked me.
“May be a writer!”, I replied
“What? A love-story writer! Isn’t it?”, the person again fired a question at me! He had gone through my blog and was quiet convinced that I have no-brains, hence love writing love stories! [are love story writers brainless? o.O I didn’t knew that!]

“NO! I would like to a be comics writer, or may publish a graphic novel some day!”, I replied.
“Graphic what?”, That person made a face as if I have cracked a ridiculously pathetic joke!

“Kindly google ‘graphic novels’! You may get what I am trying to say!”, I replied with a poker face. This was not the first time someone had looked down upon me, because I write love stories that too when I am ‘seriously grammatically challenged!’ [and I gracefully accept that, yes I am!]

*after consulting google for graphic novels*

“Ha..ha..ha..ha.. What a crap! Only you can think of doing such stupidity!”, he laughed.
“Yeah, I know I am super stupid! But still, can I ask you for a favor?”, I asked him looking straight at his face.
“Say!”, he replied with a smirk.
“Can you help me in drawing a picture presentation for my little cousin! Its an emergency, or else I wouldn’t have asked you for it!”, I asked him.
“Sure! What all I have to draw?”
“You just need to convey the tale of thirsty crow via pictures!”
“Oh that’s an age old story, who doesn’t knows about it!”
“Yeah, that’s why it will be very easy, go ahead! No words, only pictures!”, I said, and gave him the pencil and paper.

I saw him struggling with the images in his mind, he would draw random things on paper and then rubbed them! I saw him scratching his head, looking here and there for inspiration, but nothing was working.

*after an hour*

“So, are you done with the story?”, I asked him.
“NO!”, he replied giving a ‘god-I-am-fed-up-of-this-work!’ expression.
“You said, that conveying a story through pictures is so easy that it falls in category of stupidity! Now, you only failed in it! Now which category should you fall in?”, I asked him with a stern look.

He went quiet, embarrassment was all he had on his face.

“If you don’t know about something, kindly don’t hold an opinion about it driven by your pseudo intellectuality!”

-Udisha M.

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10 Things you experience when you are in love with a Soldier

10 Things you experience when you are in love with a Soldier!

1] When other girls take hours to get ready, you can get ready in minutes as he can make and break plans anytime-anywhere!

2] You have settled for the fact[even if you don’t like it!] that he loves his Royal Enfield and Uniform more than you!

3] He has spoiled you with his chivalry and gentlemen like gestures to such levels that every second civilian guy you meet, seems ill-mannered to you!

4] You have become such a braveheart, that you can travel for kilometers and hours together alone just to see him, but want to hold his hand while walking together, because you don’t know when it will happen again!

5] Even though he fancies the thought of going on a war and dying in the line of duty, you silently feel like killing him when he talks about it! As its very concept shivers your spine. 🙁

6] You have atleast came across 2-3 such girls, who ask if you can help them in getting a fauji to marry! And you seriously get pissed off when they ask you so! Because you love your man, because he loves you and not because he is a fauji!

7] You have watched ‘LOC-Kargil’ for more than 50 times atleast, and everytime Kareena and Saif’s episode[Capt. Anuj Nayyar’s and his fiance’s episode to be precise] makes you senti, because you can relate to every word, every dialogue of it!

8] Now if you are in a Cantonment area, you are either a ‘mam’ or a ‘aunty’ or ‘Mrs. XYZ'[in case you are married] Forget your first name for sometime! 😛

9] You know the best birthday gift you can get, is a surprise visit by him! <3

10] Last but not the least! 😉

Patriotism: The Social Media Patriots

Patriotism: meaning and perception

Patriotism is it real

Google says ‘Patriotism’ means “the quality of being patriotic; vigorous support for one’s country.”
Well, that’s pretty confusing. Honestly, I never understood the real meaning of being a patriot or being patriotic or patriotism. I always felt proud when I saw my country’s flag flying high, I always had goosebumps while singing my national anthem, I danced like hell when I saw the Indian Cricket Team Captain lifting the World Cup Trophy, I clapped every time I saw any Indian bagging a medal at Olympics, I felt angry and frustrated when I saw my innocent countrymen getting killed in terrorist attack.

This what patriotism means? Isn’t it?
I guess, most of you will say yes! May be, in some ways it is! But is singing a national anthem or saluting a flag enough? What about the small and tiny things which we usually ignore without giving it a second thought?

What about keeping the roads of our country clean? or what about making sure that the laws and rules of our constitution are followed well? Many of you will say that its the work of judiciary to assure that these things are taken care off. Frankly speaking, if it is so, then why does the law asks you to ‘wear a helmet while driving’? Or why does it comes to your doorsteps to check whether your child has taken his dose of polio vaccine or not? 

Its non of government’s business if you meet with an accident and suffer serious injuries because of absence of helmet, or your child doesn’t takes the vaccines and falls prey to a contagious disease.

Being patriotic is not a ‘gesture’, it is supposed to be a ‘way of life’. You complain about rising petrol prices and at the same time, don’t even bother to take a receipt after refuelling your bike/car, in a way you are yourself supporting black-marketing of the black gold, as we call it! You might haven’t noticed it, but this is the truth. Somewhere, down the line, mine and yours way of living is corrupted, and this little corruptions has given birth to the bigger monster which is ready to swallow our integrity and self-respect on the national level.

We keep putting stupid updates and mock around the politicians on Facebook just to show how ‘cognizant’ we are! But how many of you actually take pains to register yourself to vote?
I guess hardly handful of you! You can put thousand allegations on some party’s PM candidate but you yourself don’t know who is the contender of that party from your constituency! Is it being ‘cognizant’? I don’t think so! This is being stupid and ignorant.

Above things are condemning! Isn’t it? But they are the harsh truth. It is said that ‘take care of the smaller things! The bigger ones will fall in place on their own!’, you want bigger changes in your country, but you don’t want to change the smaller things in you! You don’t want to take pains to park your car in a paid parking lot, and then you expect that the roads shouldn’t be congested. You don’t want to take pains to walk to the dust-bin to throw the trash but you expect that the roads should be clean! You raise a voice against the injustice done to a rape victim but don’t mind watching/reading movies or novels where women are been projected as an object!

Is it shameful? Or its shear hypocrisy?
If you expect someone else to change, then be that ‘someone’ first! Do your bit for the country and then expect others to follow!
I repeat my words, ‘patriotism is not a gesture, its a way of life!’

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Confessions of an Ugly girl!

Confessions of an Ugly girl!

What is ugly? Or what does being ugly means?
Avni never understood this! She was a below average student in her school days. She was 4 feet, 11 inches in height and was gifted with extremely dark complexion! She wore a thick pair of spectacles and was quiet heavy in weight!
She was a loner! Nobody wanted to be her friend as she wasn’t the ‘cool chic’ of the class. She was secluded and even ignored! Here’s her story from her point of view!

I am Avni Awasthi, and I am ugly as they call me! My mom always taught me that beauty is about a person’s perception and his/her’s thought process and not about the color of skin or facial features. But this world kept proving my mom wrong! I was put down again and again for being dark in complexion, for being short in height! For being heavy in weight! I was not good at studies but was a good dancer, but I was never given the center stage as I was fat, short in height and didn’t had a pretty face!

As a kid, I always tried pleasing the teachers by giving them flowers or little gifts which children of my age did, but I never got that, ‘awwww…. so cute!’ response by any of them! May be I didn’t looked like a cute kid of my age. That was disheartening, but my mom said that was OK! I tried smiling all along but it started affecting my confidence level. 

When I came in my teens, the girls around me started forming the ‘cool gang’ in school and my locality! For them I was always a misfit or an insult to their ‘cool’ group! They laughed at me if I tried dressing up like them, they laughed at me if I dressed like myself, they laughed at me if I wore heels, they laughed if I didn’t, according to them, I was born ugly and was supposed to be laughed at! I felt humiliated an dishonored but things didn’t changed. I had accepted the fact that I was ugly and god had taken some kind of revenge by making me the way I was! Still a hope existed in my heart that things will get better when I step in college as college crowd is better than that of school!

I entered the college with many excitements and some fears in heart. Soon, after commencement of our semesters we had fresher party, where we had to go in couples. I saw the pretty girls of my class getting approached by tens of boys, but nobody approached me, I felt cornered and rejected yet again. My looks proved that I will never be able to find affection from anyone. 

Time changed and I started focusing on my studies, I was a good performer in class now. Teachers had started appreciating me for my good grades, some of my classmates became my friends because they needed help in studies. I found it selfish of them but still I entertained them because the idea of cornered again and yet again had started haunting me!

Out of all the friends which I had in my group, I had started falling for one of my guy-friend. He was indeed a great friend and respected me alot, but I knew he will never like me as in the way I liked him. I wanted to try once, but becoming a ‘butt of joke’ again was a nightmare for me. I stayed silent and he found some girl for himself. I felt rejected but I bared with it quietly, as they said I was ugly!

I passed out from college and found a job for myself, by this time alot of things had changed, people didn’t discriminated in terms of looks atleast on professional level. They employed you if you prove that you had brains. Still, girls who were prettier grabbed more attention of the senior men, and got better opportunities. I had to put up a brave fight at every damn level. Still, I fought for my survival!

Few years rolled by, my parents had started looking for a suitable match for me, but nobody wanted to marry me. For obvious reason, I was 4 feet, 11 inches and resembled any Red Indian you would have came across. Many parents rejected me for their sons saying how can they marry their sons to such a ‘ugly’ girl, whereas the guys put me down saying, that everything is OK about me, but still they need a wife who is representable, and I was surely not that! Some asked for huge dowry in return of marrying an ‘ugly’ girl like me!
My fears and insecurities of teens had come back again and yet again! The world was teaching me, that in a MAN-made world, an ‘ugly’ WOman [as they call me] has no space! May be the ‘MAN’-kind has named us ‘WO’-man because they find us as an object which is suppose to ‘WOO’men! 

I decided that I will never marry! I will never let any man see that part of my soul which I think isn’t ‘ugly’. I don’t know why the world is obsessed with fairer skin but I loved my dark skin!
I am 30 now, and a successful career woman! My parents don’t force me to get married anymore as they have also understood that not everyone has got a ‘soul-mate’ in this world! And I have decided something, some years down the line, I will adopt an ‘ugly’ girl and teach her that how ‘fair’ the world is to the ‘fairer’ skin and how ‘unfair’ the world is to the ‘darker’ skin!

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Love @ Indian Railways

“Kal phir NDA Special ek stag ka intezaar kar rahi hogi!”, Kshitij thought to himself, the poor NDA cadet who tried his level best to find a girl-friend in his term break! He joined thousands of groups and pages on Facebook, praised girls even for nonsensical comments, gave friend request to millions, but god wasn’t merciful on him, not even a bit! He asked almost every second girl thinking atleast one of them will be kind enough to become his ‘girl-friend’ and most importantly ‘ball-partner’.

He packed his bags, praised his hairs and stylish beard for the last time looking into the mirror and went to the barber to get the same ‘katora-cut’ or ‘crew-cut’ cadet’s style hair do. He kept wondering what was wrong with him, that his misfortune was not leaving him at any cost!
“Bhagwaan ab toh daya karo! Itne saare terms beeta diye academy mei! ab toh ek ladki bhej do!”, he made a wish.

But nobody was there to listen him, he gave a sigh and picked his luggage and started for the station in an auto-rickshaw with a heavy heart, he watched the guys speeding their bikes on road with their girl-friends sitting with them holding them by waist tightly, laughing and giggling with them. He turned his head away from them out of jealousy.

As told earlier, his misfortune was just not ready to leave him, soon his auto was stucked in a traffic jam. Amidst all the honking-ponking of the vehicles he kept looking at his watch impatiently, he was getting late, and was afraid of missing his train. He couldn’t think of getting out and walking to the station as it was quite far and he had enough luggage with him.

Kudos, to the great Indian traffic and great Indian Railways, Kshitij missed his NDA special, and depressingly he again cursed god for being so rude to him. “Kya bhagwaan! Ladki toh de nahi rahe, train bhi nahi mili!”


Kshitij didn’t knew what to do. He called one of his uncle who was in Indian Railways and begged him to arrange a ticket for Pune as soon as possible. His uncle acted promptly and got a ticket in ‘tatkaal’ for him. But it was merely a RAC seat, that meant he was supposed to share his seat with a stranger for this long journey.

“Kaha meri AC 3 tier NDA special, aur kaha ye khataara sleeper! Ab koi motte se uncle aenge, ya do baccho waali motti aunty aengi. Jo raste bhar mujhe lecture deti hui jaegi!”, he thought to himself as he boarded the train and placed his luggage.

Kshitij was standing on the compartment’s door wondering when will the train start. After few minutes, the train started moving, he was still standing at the door as the weather was hot and humid, and standing at the door allowed him to catch some fresh air.  Suddenly, he saw a girl running after the train. Bouncy stylish hairs, big black eyes, dimpled cheeks, cute smile! Oh hell! She was the girl of Kshitij’s dreams. He suddenly felt as if he was SRK of DDLJ, “Tujhe dekha toh ye jaana sanam…….. pyaar hota hai deewana sanammmmm…..” It all started playing in his mind, and he was ready with thousand date plans in micro seconds.

“Dumb-ass, get off my way!”, the girl screamed and pushed him aside. She had a huge bag with her, and climbing a moving train was a toll taking task and on top of that Cadet Kshitij Tyagi was standing on the door busy admiring her beauty instead of helping her out. She was considerably pissed off, but controlled her composure and started looking for her berth in the compartment. She found the seat number and dumped her luggage on it. She was sipping water from her ‘rail-neer’ bottle when she noticed Kshitij sitting on the same seat as her’s.
“What’s wrong with you? This is my seat!”, she said with a stern look.
“It’s my seat too!”, he replied showing her the ticket. Finally she realised that it was an RAC seat and hence she has to share it with this ‘dumb-ass’. Kshitij looked pathetic with that crew cut hairstyle and super skinny body.


An hour or two passed to the journey, Kshitij had opened a novel to read but he couldn’t. His mind was still busy in manipulating the circumstances in which he could ask this girl out. She too pulled out a book from her bag and started turning the pages.
“Hey are you in engineering?”, Kshitij finally asked trying to begin a talk.
“yeah!”, she answered engrossed in her book.
“Oh! Studious girl!”, he remarked. She immediately pulled her head up as if she was a bit offended.
“I am not studious! OK!”, she replied.
“Then why are you studying in a train journey?”, he giggled.
“Because I don’t have anything else to do!”, she said with a hopeless expression. It was a long journey and she was traveling alone. 
“We can do something!”, he smiled.
“Let’s play a story-telling game, I will say one line, you add another, I will add another… and it will go on…!!!”, Kshitij gave his idea thinking he was a born genius..
“It sounds so boring!”, she turned her head into her book again.
“We don’t have any other option I guess!”, Kshitij felt a little dishearten. His misfortune was coming back again, and depriving him of yet another pretty girl. Poor cadet!!!!

“Alright let’s start!”, finally she gave a nod.
“Cool! OK! So I started for Pune!”, he told the first line excitedly.
“I got late for station!”, she added.
“I met a handsome guy on train!”, he smirked.
“But he was just some stupid fellow!”, she didn’t showed any interest.
“But he was a cadet!”
“Cadet was not so cool!”
“But cadet acted like a gentleman!”
“Gentleman was very boring!”
“But gentleman asked the girl to be his ball partner!”
“But the girl refused!”
“But after sometime she realised her mistake, and gave a yes to the cadet!”, Kshitij completed the story.

“Here I won!”, he screamed.
“What? What do you mean? How can you just win like that?”, she questioned raising her brow.
“Now since i gave the final conclusion, so I am the winner!”, he said flaunting all his 32teeth.
“God!”, she started laughing. Kshitij’s poor jokes also made her laugh like anything.
“So what’s your name cadet?”, she asked.
“I am Kshitij and what’s yours?”
“Ahan pretty lady has got a pretty name!”, Kshitij complimented, Chhavi blushed on hearing it. Finally the poor cadet had got a fair chance to please the lady.

Chhavi was a cheerful girl, they both were in teens, laughing and giggling with each other, sharing each-other’s food. Kshitij being a cadet, had a diet which would have given inferiority complex to cavemen also, but since he was with a lady, he tried behaving as good and gentle as he could.
He told her about the splendid infrastructure of NDA, about awesome food, ragda, and most importantly everything about the BALL PARTY in a hope that he will any how woo her to be his partner. Chhavi was getting impressed by his simplicity, even though she didn’t liked him at first sight but now her prejudices were getting over. They didn’t sleep even when it was late and they were busy talking and they had an urge to know each other more and more.

Time passed at a blink of an eye, the journey was about to get over. Kshitij and Chhavi had discovered great companions in each other. Kshitij helped Chhavi in carrying her luggage at the platform, he wanted to ask for her number, but was not able to come up with right words to ask for it. His heart was aching somewhere down, as she was leaving.
“Give me your hand!”, Chhavi asked as she sat in auto to her college.
Kshitij stretched it in front of her. She pulled out a pen from her bag and jotted down her phone number on it. Kshitij smiled and kissed her hands and her auto sped away.

“Finally! NDA special jis stag ka intezaar kar rahi thi! Ab wo stag, stag nahi raha! Bhagwaan ne daya dikha di thi us par! Uski girl-friend aur most importantly BALL PARTNER aa gayi thi uski life mei!”,

Kudos to Indian Railways who make people meet and at times make them fall in love!
So, this is how Kshitij and Chhavi’s love-story started at love@IndianRailways. They talked on phone, chatted online and finally found their soul-mates in each other, just to live a ‘and they happily live ever after life.’

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MISTAKENLY IN LOVE || 8th Abstract

MISTAKENLY IN LOVE || 8th Abstract

Almost 3-4 months passed for Audvik’s break-up. Ishita had married someone else and flied overseas with her brand new husband.
Audvik pretended to be normal but he was not able to get over with Ishita’s memories. She was his first love, their relationship had lasted for 6 long years, the moments spent with her were the best ones of his life, and Ishita had suddenly accused all of them and walked away just like that. His whole body became numb at times when Ishita’s memory came haunting him in night. It felt as if his head had landed in her lap, even when he hated this feeling. It was only Anvita who used to support him when he felt too lonely. She made sure that Audvik doesn’t falls prey to alcohol again, he doesn’t thinks of dissolving himself in intoxicants ever again.

The year was ending now, Audvik applied for a leave of 15 days, as he had some left with him and went home. He was eager to meet his family and Anvita. He never got a chance to thank her properly for whatever she did for him. So he made his mind, to ask his mom to help him in getting a good gift for Anvita.
 He reached home and got a warm welcome from his parents. Col. Rathore was really proud to see his son standing tall and brave again after all the emotional trauma he had suffered from, and he also knew it was because of whom.  

“How have you been son?”, Col. Rathore asked him once they were done with dinner and were enjoying the after-meal coffee in his room.
“I am good dad!”, Audvik smiled, those memories of Ishita still haunted him, but he had learned to keep them aside.
“So, have you thought of anything ahead?”, Col. Rathore asked him like a caring father.
“Ahead means? Dad sorry I can’t get you!”, Audvik replied.
“Son, I had talked about this to you earlier also, and I wish to ask you again! Its time when you should choose a suitable bride for yourself!”, Col. Rathore kept a loving hand over his son’s shoulder. He knew his son had suffered a lot in past few months, and should be handled with love and care this time.
“Dad! I don’t want to get married right now! I have lost all faith in love, I am scared of believing people now!”, Audvik replied staring at the ground clueless. He was a sensitive man, a loyal boyfriend, who gave his soul to his lady.
“Audvik! I know its not easy, but son life doesn’t ends here! Its really long, you need to find someone who can be there with you in all thick and thin!”, Col. Rathore tried explaining his son.
“Dad! Such things happen only in movies! I cant fall in love again, and there’s no one who will be so loyal to love me even in bad times!”, he replied hopelessly. Ishita’s deeds had left a deep wound in his heart.
“Son, there’s a very old saying ‘that a man’s good times attract the women he ‘wants’ and his bad times attract the women he ‘needs'”, Col. Rathore gave his point.
“I can’t get you dad!”, Audvik was confused hearing what his dad was saying.
“Son, there came a woman who gave you pain, and there came another one who kissed it away! Now its on you, you value the woman who had been your healer or not!”, Col. Rathore gave a little riddle for Audvik to solve.
“I am not getting dad!”, he replied.
“Child, you loved Ishita, but she didn’t valued your loyalty. But there was Anvita who didn’t let you break when you were on verge of breaking! Isn’t she a perfect woman who will be there with you when you need someone?”, Col. Rathore finally came to his point.
“Dad she is my best-friend, and I like her in that way! I don’t love her!”, Audvik replied surprised at what his dad was saying.
“Son, it might be that you don’t love her at present. But tell me, if LOVE was the only ingredient for a successful marriage, then do you think that arranged marriages would be having a better success rate than love marriages? Marriages don’t work only on love, they work on loyalty, faith and trust! A successful nuptial bond works only when both the partners are ready to compromise and forgive each other whenever things work against expected!”, Col. Rathore knew that he will be able to convince Audvik.
“Dad! She is my best-friend, I don’t want to loose her because of anything!”, Audvik said turning his head towards his father. His eyes showed the fear and pain of loosing.
“Son, Anvita is a very mature, well groomed and understanding girl! She respects your family just like hers! She was there for you when you needed someone! What else do you expect from an ideal wife? You give a thought about what I have told you! I will welcome your decision irrespective of what it is!”, Col. Rathore gave Audvik a fatherly assurance and a warm hug and wished him goodnight.


Audvik was lying in his bed staring at ceiling clueless. All those memories of Ishita were coming to him.  He closed his eyes to show them away, and started thinking of Anvita. The way she stepped out of her house to buy chocolates for his dad even when she was ill. The way she struggled with so many bags just to choose one for his girlfriend even when she didn’t knew much about her, the way she left all her work and came to his unit just because he needed someone to be there for him. She was no wonders his angel and a great girl.

He met Anvita during his leave for quite a number of times, but didn’t asked anything about marriage. He always found a strange poignant depth in Anvita’s eyes which she hided behind a fake smile. She never smiled the way he wanted her to. He tried asking her about past experiences, but she always avoided with some or the other reason.

Finally, it was the last day of his leave, he had made his mind that he will talk to Anvita no matter what outcome he gets.

“Anu I want to talk to you about something!”, he asked her in a deep and determined tone.
“Why do you never talk about your past?”, he asked in same tone.
“Because there’s nothing worth talking!”, Anvita turned her head away from Audvik, her hidden pain was overwhelming her again. She wanted to avoid the conversation as she had done earlier.
“Anu, I know you don’t like talking about it! But why are you punishing yourself like this? You need to move ahead in life! For that you need to talk, you need to let your pain come out so that it leaves you!”, Audvik held her by shoulders.
“Audvik I said na.. I don’t want to talk about it! Please leave me!”, said Anvita trying to push Audvik’s hand back.
“No Anu! I won’t let you suffer like this! You need to talk, you need to get over with things! Talk to me Anu! This silence wont let you live!”, Audvik made his grip stronger, he didn’t allow her to leave.
“Audvik please Audvik! Let me go! I don’t want to recall all that! Please Audvik! I beg of you!”, Anvita busted in tears, the past baggage was heavy, Audvik was making her recall things, from which she was running away since 4 long years.
“Anu! Why don’t you understand! You wont be able to get over with things if you don’t talk about it! Anu I am your best-friend na! Then why aren’t you sharing it with me!”, Audvik looked into her teary eyes to give her an assurance that he will be there for her.

Anvita crashed on floor in tears, a long deep wound was pricked again, she started shivering. Audvik sat in front of her and hugged her, she cried, she screamed, she groaned, but didn’t leave his arms, it seemed as if she had been searching for a shoulder to cry on since very long. Audvik kept supporting her in a hope that she will tell him the reason of this pain once she is normal.
Anvita kept crying for a long time. She didn’t knew what was going around, she just held Audvik tightly and hided her face in his chest and kept weeping.

“Anu, tell me what was it that makes you cry so much!”, Audvik finally asked her.
“His name was Tapish!”, Anvita finally uttered something in middle of all the sobbing.
“He was my college senior! He said he is in love with me right after few months of commencement of my first year! I too fell for him! We were in a relationship. Everything was sweet and rosy in starting, then he started asking me to get physically intimate! My morals didn’t allowed me, so I kept refusing. Finally it was his farewell party, he asked me to take alcohol, but I refused, so he mixed something in my food or cold-drink. I lost my senses, next morning when I woke up I found myself in his bed. My clothes were torn, my dignity was ravaged. Everything was over Audvik! I tried fighting with him but he laughed away saying he dated me because he found me hot and wanted to sleep with me, not because he loved me! I loved him so much Audvik and this is what I got!”, Anvita started crying violently. Audvik couldn’t believe his ears. How could someone do such things to a girl like Anvita.

“Anu where the hell is that bastard now? I wont leave him! He can’t do this to you!”, Audvik screamed. He felt like killing Tapish then and there.
“I don’t know Audvik! He went overseas for his PG! There he was caught in some legal matter for fake Visa or something. He was jailed, I thought that god has done his justice with me! He did wrong to me and he got an answer for that! I have just learned not to trust anyone, not to let anyone have my love! It was my mistake that I worshiped Tapish like my god and this is what he did to me!”, Anvita said in anger and disgust.

“Anu it was not your mistake! Never ever  think like that! Loving someone truly is not a crime Anu! You never did anything wrong! You were good, people were bad!”, Audvik tried explaining. He was deeply disgusted by what Tapish did to Anvita.

“Let it be Audvik! I just want to forget him, because he doesn’t deserves my forgiveness!”, she said wiping her tears. Her pain was still evident in her eyes, but she tried being strong.
Audvik stepped forward and hugged her tight, “Anu can I ask you something?”, he said.
“Will you marry me?”, he asked.
Anvita was shocked, she immediately pushed him back. “Audvik have you gone made?”, she screamed.
“Anu! I don’t anything! I just know one thing, if there’s someone who understands me, and accepts me with all my flaws, then its you and only you!”, said Audvik holding her hand tightly.
“Audvik even after knowing these things you wish to marry me? Are you out of your mind!”, Anvita couldn’t believe what was happening. She had completely lost all hopes of being loved ever again in life.
“Anu, its all past, so how does it matters?”, said Audvik vehemently. He had great respect for Anvita and it didn’t made any difference to him.
“Past is not always just a past Audvik! I was raped! Do you even understand its meaning? That man soiled my soul, my own body feels like a piece of filth to me! And you wish to spend your life with this filth!”, Anvita again busted in tears. The pain of being sexually assaulted was unimaginable, she couldn’t understand, that whom should she blame this on? whom should she ask justice for?
“Anu! Look! Whatever happened, didn’t had any fault of yours anywhere! So, why shall you be punished? You didn’t do anything wrong to anyone, so how can you be filthy? Listen, I respect you for the way you are, and will do it all my life! I will be there with you, even when my hairs grow grey and your face gets wrinkles. I will hold your hand, even when I have to hold a stick in another one, to walk properly! I want to marry you Anu, have a future with you!”, said Audvik and kissed her forehead.

She kept staring in his eyes wondering what was he made of? How much courage did he had to accept a woman with a dark past likes her’s.

They both sat together for hours, Anvita kept sobbing and Audvik kept supporting her. They didn’t talked much, Anvita just kept thinking, she had a great respect  arising for Audvik in her heart. He had proven himself as a faithful best-friend and a strong and supportive soul-mate.

Finally, the sun was setting and it was time to go home. Audvik looked in Anvita’s eyes for the last time and asked her, “Will you marry me?”
Anvita couldn’t say much, she just nodded her head in a YES! Audvik was over joyed. He hugged Anvita and almost raised her in his arms. Anvita had tears in her eyes, she never knew that god could be so merciful on her. To send an angel like Audvik to kiss away her pain. She just wanted to get lost in those heart beats of Audvik. It all seemed like a dream to her.

Audvik immediately called his dad and requested him to talk to Anvita’s family and settle all the elderly talks.
Col. Rathore and Anvita’s parents too were very happy to hear a yes from their kids.

Audvik took Anvita for a long drive before dropping to her place, Jagjit Singh went on car’s stereo…….
Meri aankhon ne chuna hai tujhko duniya dekhkar
Meri aankhon ne chuna hai tujhko duniya dekhkar
Kiska chehra
Kiska chehra ab main dekhoon
Tera chehra dekhkar
Meri aankhon ne chuna hai tujhko duniya dekhkar.

Audvik held Anvita’s hand tightly once she was leaving the car to get inside her house, “I wont let you go! I want a good-bye kiss in bribe”, he said playfully.
“Audvik let me go! Mom must be waiting!”, she said hitting him gently with her bag and ran away blushing. Audvik could feel that he has fallen for this girl completely. His arranged marriage had finally made him fall in love.


Audvik and Anvita’s wedding was scheduled right after 2 months, and amidst all the love and ‘ashirwaad'(blessings) of friends and family they tied the knot in a big fat Indian wedding style.

Anvita reached Audvik’s home as a newly wedded bride, and was waiting for him in his room. She heard him stepping in, he was singing her favorite ghazal……..
 Tumko dekhaa toh ye khayaal aayaa
zindagii dhuup tum ghanaa saayaa
tumako dekha toh….

He came inside with a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand.
“This is for my best-friend who was there with me in all the good an bad times!”, he said handing her the bouquet. Anvita smiled and accepted it. Her smile was so gentle and beautiful, her eyes no more had those heavy past baggage, she had started living freely.
“And this is for the world’s most gorgeous girl whom I fell in love with MISTAKENLY!”, he said pulling a bouquet of red roses from his behind.
Anvita couldn’t believe it, she simply held the bouquet and hugged him. Tears of joy were rolling down her eyes, Audvik wiped them gently and whispered “I love you!” in her ears, she smiled and blushed on hearing it, her cheeks went deep red. He stepped forward and kissed her lips.

That was true that they carried a deep and dark wound from their first loves, but creator played his conspiracy and made them fall in love MISTAKENLY!!!
and they happily lived ever after! <3

-Udisha M.

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MISTAKENLY IN LOVE || 7th Abstract

MISTAKENLY IN LOVE || 7th Abstract

“Anu!”, Audvik called Anvita in the middle of the night.
“Audvik! What happened? Are you alright?”, Anvita got worried as Audvik had never called her at such odd hour and had never sounded so shattered.
Mistakenly in love“Anu…. Anu……!!!”, Audvik was not able to speak right.
“Audvik! Are you drunk? Audvik is everything OK? Audvik?”, Anvita got really worried, sleep suddenly vanished from her eyes.
“Anu… Nothing is OK! And it will never be OK! Ishita left me Anu! She is marrying someone else! Everything is over!”, Audvik cried like a two year old. Anvita was shocked, she couldn’t believe her ears. What was Audvik talking? How can Ishita leave him, that too at this point of time when Audvik’s parents were almost ready to accept them.
“Audvik you cool down! I am there na! We will make everything fine! Trust me! Is someone there with you?”, she tried pacifying him.
“Anu… nobody is there with me, I am lonely, I am lost! My love has left me Anu! She is gone!”, Audvik replied.
“Audvik! relax! We will think of some way out, you stay calm! Audvik are you listening? Audvikkkkkkkk…!!!”, Anvita realised that Audvik had hung the phone. She felt worried, Audvik was heavily drunk and had no one with him to drive him back safe. She didn’t knew what to do, she could feel her heart racing in shear terror. “What if Audvik does something extreme to himself!”, she got scared.

She immediately called Col. Rathore and asked for any of Audvik’s colleague’s number. Col. Rathore gave her the number and himself opened his computer to book tickets for Audvik’s place.
Anvita called Audvik’s colleague from his unit and requested him to check the bar and get Audvik back safely if he was there as driving would have proven fataling for Audvik in present condition.

Audvik’s colleague Ashwin was a kind and responsible man, he immediately sent his sahayak to Audvik’s room to check if he was there and he himself went to the bar where they usually went for drinking. After a lot of search he finally found him. He had gone almost numb because of over-drinking and the bar bouncers were trying to search for his address from the cards available in his wallet.

He immediately stepped in, paid the bills and carried Audvik in his car with the help of bouncers. Audvik was continuously screaming Ishita’s name sub-consciously. He loved her whole heartily and getting cheated by her was his worst nightmare which has taken a face of reality today.

Once, Ashwin had found Audvik, he immediately informed Col. Rathore and Anvita, so that they could relax now. Anvita gave a sigh of relief, that Audvik was safe for the time being, but she knew that Audvik needed her.
Luckily, Col. Rathore had booked the tickets by the time Ashwin informed about Audvik, Anvita decided to go with him to Audvik’s unit. They reached there the very next day.

Ashwin had sent a car to pick Col. Rathore and Anvita from the station.

“Sorry sir! I couldn’t come to receive you, was busy because of some official work!”, Ashwin appologised for not making it to the station.
“That’s pretty OK! Where’s my son?”, Col. Rathore asked him.
“Sir he is in his room! His hangover is still not over, he woke up with a heavy headache and was vomiting like anything in the morning! I gave him some pain killers and he is sleeping since then!”, he replied with a sorry face.
“OMG! I want to see him!”, replied Anvita worried.


“Ashwin you are Audvik’s best-friend na?”, Anvita asked Ashwin as soon as Col. Rathore got busy somewhere.
“Yes! We two were in same squadron during our academy days, even though I was his senior, we got along really very well.”, Ashwin replied.
“Then do you exactly know what went wrong with Ishita? Why is she being so harsh with Audvik?”, Anvita asked worried.
“Anvita even I tried calling her today, but she didn’t take my call even after 7-8 rings, so I called from a different number, her mother took it. When I tried asking anything she simply said that my daughter deserves a much better man! She is getting engaged in coming week and will be married by the month’s end!”,  Ashwin told her. Anvita felt mad, how can someone be so ruthless with a guy like Audvik, he was such a fine gentleman and a caring boyfriend.
“Ashwin we must try talking to Ishita once!”, Anvita suggested.
“My wife tried doing that Anvita, but it didn’t worked. Even Ishita is involved in this. She herself wants to marry someone else!”, Ashwin replied coldly, he too was disgusted with Ishita’s attitude.
“Let it be then! We must be thankful to her then, that she showed her true colors before marriage! We must concentrate on Audvik now and make sure that he recovers well!”, said Anvita determinately.


Anvita stepped in Audvik’s room, he was lying numb in his chair in balcony. He had played his favorite ghazal on his stereo and was staring at the sky clueless. Jagjit Singh’s melodious voice filled the surrounding……..
 Shaam se aankh mein nami si hai,
Shaam se aankh mein nami si hai,
Aaj phir aap ki kami si hai,
Shaam se …………..
Dafn kardo humme ke saans mile,
Dafn kardo humme ke saans mile,
nafz kuch der se thami si hai,
nafz kuch der se thami si hai,
Aaj phir aap ki kami si hai!

“Audvik!”, Anvita called him. Audvik turned his face towards her and suddenly his whole surrounding was filled with tens of soap bubbles, they all were coming close to him, touching him as if they wanted to kiss away his pain and then busting leaving a tiny impression of their existence on his face or body. He smiled and understood that Anvita was trying to play the same trick which he played sometime back on her to bring a smile on her face.
“Thanks Anu!”, he replied faintly, his face looked as if he has not slept since days together. His eyes were swollen, the over-drinking of last night was showing its ill-effect.

Anvita came forward and gave him a bouquet of yellow roses and a hand-made card which had his caricature predicting him as a superman.
“So, this is for my super-hero best-friend, who is strong and brave enough to handle anything and everything!”, she said handling things to him. Audvik started laughing, he wondered what was this girl made of? who could think of such weird things just to make him forget his pain and sufferings.

Anvita stood by his side all the way, she handled all his tantrums patiently and kept raising his spirits. Their innocent and selfless friendship was blooming to its fullest.

Anvita was no less than an angel for Audvik, she was his best-friend, his strength, someone like a fairy godmother who could make him smile just by one stroke of her magic wand. He had learnt to smile again. He never expected that a girl like Anvita could also have a brilliant sense of humor.

Anvita stayed in Audvik’s unit for a week and then came back as she had to get back to her work as well, but she made sure that she kept calling Audvik on a daily basis so that he never feels alone at any point of time.
Col. Rathore was watching all this and was silently smiling at his heart for the way these two were getting closer day by day.

 -by Udisha M.

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An encounter with an army wife!

An encounter with an army wife!
[a page from my diary!]

Encounter with an army wifeArmy wives are strong, yes they are! But how much strong? I always wondered! Thinking why do army men always praise their wives for being their backbone, when they are themselves born to kill and trained to serve!
My doubts were cleared when I met this incredible woman!
She shifted in our locality just a few months back, we being caring and responsible neighbours invited her family for a dinner at our place. Her facial features clearly showed that she was not much older than me, hardly 5-7 years senior! May be because of that we got along very well. I asked her, why is she staying in our locality instead of her comfortable cantonment, she replied saying that her workplace is quiet near to our locality and very far from cantonment area, plus she has a 4 year old daughter so she can easily come home during her lunch hours to see her.

Her daughter was a real cute and chubby kid, who often came to our place to play with my toys, as I still have a considerable collection.
One fine day, I came home from my office and heard few ladies talking in my drawing room, she too was there among them. Since, she was my friend as well I joined the group even when I was getting too bored with their ‘I grew up my child like that!’, ‘When I was in my pregnancy blah…blah..blah… things happened!’ and all that!

These talks were irritating for me, as I am neither married nor a mother, so obviously wanted to run away.
‘Mrs. Rawat why don’t you share something!’, one of the ladies asked her.
‘What can I say Mrs. Pandey? My daughter was a pre-mature child, so I didn’t get much to plan and think of my child or the things will come!’, she replied with a smile.
“OMG! Then your daughter must have been a very difficult child! Who all were there with you at that time?’, some lady asked her.
‘Nobody!’, she replied with the same smile.

I was shocked to hear this, I raised my head and started staring at her, wondering what is she talking? Is she serious?

‘What do you mean Mrs. Rawat? Your husband or any other family member was not there with you during your child-birth?’, somebody asked.
‘As I said, my daughter is a pre-mature baby! My husband was posted out of the city and I was living alone, my mom and dad were supposed to come 15 days before my delivery date for my support but things went wrong I had to help myself to the hospital much before the due date!’, she replied.
‘OMG! How did you do that? How can you go alone to the hospital in so much pain?’, our jaws almost dropped.
‘When you are in trouble, god is there with you! That’s what I believe, I called my mom and asked her to take the next flight to my place as soon as I started feeling the pain, then I called the hospital and requested them to send an ambulance as I was no more in condition to drive! Hospital nurses were kind enough to come as early as they could, they helped me lock the doors of house and get inside the ambulance, I don’t remember what happened exactly after that! I was just following the orders which were given to me and kept requesting the nurses to keep my child safe till the time my mom doesn’t arrives! Luckily, by the time my child was born few of my neighbors had got the news and came to receive my child and take care of her!’, she told us.

‘Were you scared at that time?’, I asked her thinking what was she made of?
‘I was dear, but you see at that time the only thing which was important was my child’s well-being! So I did what was right for her! My husband had told me before our wedding itself that I am getting married to an army man, I should be strong enough to bear anything and everything!’, she replied proudly! Her sparkling eyes showed how much she must have bared at that moment, her fears, her fortitude, everything!

I literally had goosebumps on hearing all what she narrated, becoming a mother is a dream for every woman, but we can’t dream of a childbirth in which we won’t be having anyone to support us. Their was a sense of great respect arising in my eyes for her. It is truly said, ‘If you think soldiers are very strong, then look at the women who stand behind them.’

-Udisha M.

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RED!!! – The Lost Monday

 RED!!! – The Lost Monday 

the lost monday“Awww… my baby is finally up! How are you doing honey?”, asked Jennie rolling her hands lovingly in Akshat’s hairs.

Akshat still felt a heaviness in his head, “where were you?” he finally asked her in a trembling tone.

“I was here only all the time sweetheart! I guess you had taken too much wine that’s why your head is troubling you so much!”, Jennie replied playfully! That was true that Akshat had enough wine, but it wasn’t so much also that would had made him numb for so long!

“I am still not getting what’s going on! What is the day today? tell me!”, Akshat asked her impatiently.

“Its Tuesday sweety!”, she said still rolling her hands in his hairs trying to comfort him.

“What? What are you talking?”, Akshat stood up with a swift!

“Yes! Baby its Tuesday! What happened?”, Jennie asked him still surprised as to why was he behaving so weird?

“We got married on Sunday isn’t it?”, he questioned her still holding his head in agitation.

“yeah! So?”, she asked him still wondering what’s wrong with him.

“And we had our wedding night also on Sunday itself!”, he again fired the question in same tone.

“Obviously!”, Jennie replied, still clueless.

“So, how come its Tuesday today? I slept on a Sunday night, I should had woken up on a Monday morning! How is it happening?”, Akshat was feeling mad. He felt confused, angry, frustrated all at once! It was impossible to figure out where had those 24 hours of his life vanished!

“Honey! You cool down! Listen to me!”, Jennie took his face in her hands and kissed his lips. “Relax! Everything will be fine! Nothing is wrong! Trust me sweety! Nothing is wrong! Let me get a cup of hot lemon tea. You will feel better!”, Jennie said trying to pacify him and walked towards the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea for him.

Akshat lied down on his bed staring at the ceiling, his mind was still in utter confusion.

Jennie returned with a cup of tea and his favorite biscuits. She never expected that her husband will be behaving so weird right after 48 hours of their marriage. She was still getting phone calls from her friends who were teasing her as any newly wedded bride. “Where are you going on honeymoon ma’am? Better go to some exotic place, where’s its just you and him! Hope you are getting what I mean!”, chuckled Jennie’s best-friend Riya over phone.
“Riya! You know na! How me and Akshat have managed to save for our wedding! This honeymoon and all is not for now! We need to join back our work as soon as possible, as such we are on leave-without-pay!”,  Jennie told her quite disappointed. She knew since beginning that marrying without families consent won’t be easy, they both will be sacrificing many valuable things.

Akshat was still in the same pity condition. Jennie made him sit up right and handed over the cup to him.
“Have it! You will feel better!”, she said trying to fake a smile to hide her worries and disappointments.
“Jennie! I am still worried!”, Akshat said blankly.
“Everything will be fine Akshat! Just try and relax! I am telling you na! You had too much wine on our wedding day, it is just its toll! Relax! We need to join our work from tomorrow, remember? So, forget about everything and just look at me once in the same way as you used to before our wedding”, Jennie hugged him and stared into his eyes.

Akshat forgot everything for a while and hugged her back. Her love was enough to make him forget all the adversities.

Everything became normal for the day, Akshat and Jennie went shopping in the evening, there was a lot to be bought for their new home! After the shopping they both lied down on their terrace staring at the stars and recalling their college days and teasing each-other about all the stupidity they did. Akshat couldn’t be more happier than this, his love was his for a life-time now!


Next morning Akshat and Jennie both got ready for their respective offices, Jennie kissed Akshat good-bye and took her metro train and Akshat took his!

He reached the office and was expecting a cheerful welcome by his friends, but there was something absolutely unexpected waiting for him. Akshat entered the office and found a sudden chillness in the atmosphere, he felt as if every eye was staring at him, and that stare was surely not a friendly one. Nobody greeted him, even with a formal gesture.
He held his bag close and walked towards his desk quietly and sat there trying to avoid everybody’s gaze.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, Adrit, his best-friend and second cousin came to him. “What are you doing here man? You should have been at home at present!”
Akshat felt a little bewildered at Adrit’s advice, he actually couldn’t figure out exactly that Adrit was giving him an advice or was charging a question on him?

“Why? What happened? You know I had taken leaves for only 2 days!”, he replied trying to avoid Adrit’s eye.
“Akshat! Are you nuts? Man aunty needs you! She is fighting for her life! She needs you! And you are still clueless!”, Adrit held Akshat by his shoulder and shook him swiftly.
Akshat was taken aback, what was Adrit talking. “What? What’s wrong with mom? Tell me? Adrit tell me!”, Akshat almost screamed on Adrit.

“I don’t know! Nobody knows! She went for a walk yesterday morning and didn’t returned on the expected time. We kept searching for her all day long, but couldn’t find her. Today in the morning, housemaid spotted her on the house’s gate brutally wounded! It seems as if she been attacked by some mad street dog or something like that! But wounds are deep and scary.”, Adrit narrated Akshat’s mother’s condition to him. His facial expression were telling how horrified he himself was after seeing the pathetic condition of Akshat’s mother. Akshat could clearly see goosebumps rising on Adrit’s body recalling about his mother’s miseries.

Akshat forgot everything and ran for his mom. His life was taking a tough turn now. Leading him to somewhere where he was no where!

TO BE CONTINUED…………………..!!!!

 -Udisha M.

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RED!!! – The Lost Love

 RED!!! – The Lost Love


Red - The Lost Love“Liked it sweetheart?” Akshat hugged Jennie from behind who was still busy observing the new house which the broker had shown them!

“Its nice Akshat!” she replied!”
“This will be our home after wedding!” Akshat kissed her cheeks warmly.
“Akshat! Can I ask you something?”  Jennie looked into his eyes! There were million questions in her mind but she couldn’t decide which one to ask first!
“Say sweetheart!” Akshat said lovingly and held her hand. He was trying to explore every corner of the house excitedly which would be becoming their home soon!
“Are we doing right?” Jennie asked him. There was a sense of guilt in her tone.
“Tell me some thing my angel!” Akshat pulled Jennie closed to him!
“Say!”  she replied still keeping her eyes low in self guilt.
“Do you love me?” he asked her in a determined and composite tone!
“Yes!” she replied, a drop of tear rolled down her eye!
“Then let it be! Our parents do not understand our love today! But trust me! Some day they will!”  Akshat wiped her tear and hugged her tight. Jennie was still feeling guilty but forgot everything in his love for a while. A drop of tear rolled down her eye.
Jennie and Akshat were college classmates! Since the very beginning, they were the ‘meant to be!’ couple. Akshat felt sparks on the very first day of his college when he saw her! Soon, they became friends, and then best-friends! Finally, it was their farewell, when Akshat gathered enough courage to express his feelings to Jennie! Jennie felt numb at that moment; she too loved Akshat a lot but didn’t have enough courage to accept it. She knew that Akshat’s traditional Hindu family won’t accept a Christian daughter in law at any cost. But Akshat’s love was strong enough to make her forget the rules and restrictions of the society!
They both worked hard, to grab good jobs after their education and finally were taking a step forward towards a lifetime commitment! As expected, Akshat’s family threw him out of the house. Taking away all sorts of rights in family matters and legal property from him. Jennie felt sorry for whatever was happening with Akshat! But Akshat stayed strong in front of her and kept assuring her that everything will be fine someday!
Soon, after a week both of them were signing their Marriage registration papers in front of the advocate and some few close friends! After few legal procedures they both were declared legally married. Akshat and Jennie hugged each other and smiled. A dream was coming true for both of them.
They stepped out of the court and Akshat held Jennie’s hand and asked her with a big smile, “Happy?”
She nodded in yes, trying to control her tears of joy! Her cheeks went deep red in shy.
“There’s a surprise waiting for you!” he whispered in her ears.
“What?” she asked bewildered.
“That’s a surprise!” Akshat winked and blind folded Jennie. Jennie couldn’t do much but smile and blush!
Akshat made her sit in the car and drove her to a silent place! Jennie had no clue, what was Akshat upto!
He helped her out of the car, and made her walk few baby steps! “Akshat what are you doing? Where are we?” she kept inquiring! But Akshat didn’t reply and kept smiling! Finally, after a while he opened her blind-fold.
“There you go sweetheart!”  He said kissing her cheeks lovingly.
She saw her favourite country side church decorated beautifully. It was no doubt a celebration of their wedding!
“Akshat I love you!” she almost jumped and hugged him tight! Soon, she was approached by all her girl-friends and was taken to a separate room and was dressed up like a beautiful bride in white gown! Akshat’s best-friend and second cousin Adrit played the best-man’s role and brought Jennie to Akshat, who himself looked handsome in the groom’s suit!
Jennie walked towards him in pride and adoration, she felt so lucky to have a man who understood her so well! There was a huge round of applause when they exchanged rings! Both of them knew, that they were not earning enough to arrange for diamonds and pearls for each other! But their togetherness was enough to make them feel complete.
After some rituals, they were declared as ‘Man and wife’ by the Church’s priest.  Jennie and Akshat were made to play games, in which Jennie was blind-folded and was asked to recognise Akshat in a bunch of men! Finally after a lot of struggle, she found Akshat and fell in his arms! He tenderly unfolded her eyes and kissed her forehead. Their friends cheered them up; they all enjoyed the food, wine, music and each other’s presence!
Finally after a long and tiring celebration, they reached their new home!
“Akshat I want to tell you something!” Jennie laid down her head on his shoulder.
“Say baby!” he wrapped her is his arms.
“I love you!” she smiled and hugged him back even more tightly and both of them melted in each other.


Next morning, Akshat woke up with a heavy head; he didn’t find Jennie in their bedroom.
“Jennie…!!!!” he called out, but there was no one in the house to hear him.
He picked his phone to dial her number, and noticed that it was Tuesday today! “What’s wrong with my phone? Has its calendar stopped working?” he thought to himself. Akshat and Jennie got married on Sunday, and to his belief, he had slept on Sunday night, he felt bewildered as to why his phone was showing Tuesday instead of Monday.
He walked towards the main door to pick the daily newspaper, and he again noticed that it was Tuesday’s edition! He went numb, the newspaper felt out of his hands! There was a sudden pulse throbbing his head, making it fall apart! His eyes were going blank! What was happening around him……………………………………???????????????????

– Udisha M.

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