Friday, December 14, 2012

Bus Ride-Part 2





Dear Diary,
You know very well that I don’t write an entry unless and until something really important or interesting happened and I just share it with you. You are after all my bestie!
I honestly thought that today is going to be the worst day of my life. Because I missed my usual bus M5 that was never crowded and when I got to Adayar it was around 8:20.
I hate those crowded buses! But I didn’t have a choice this morning as I boarded the 21H that was already packed with people. I was wondering how it was going to accommodate more people since there was still a long way to go about.
I don’t remember where he boarded the bus. I was standing almost near the door and so naturally a lot of people passed money through me to purchase a ticket. At one point of time I heard a kinda gruff voice saying “One Navalur please” and he was extending a 50 rupee note to me.
In spite of the radio I was listening through my headphones, I heard the conductor’s yelling for correct change. This guy was in La La land already. I gently nudged him and asked for a two rupee coin.
It was rather amusing as I watched him balance himself and still dig out his purse to get the required money. I didn’t notice that I was smiling until I returned the ticket to him.
I noticed because he had this weird look on his face. Guess he was trying to figure out why I am smiling.
With that my smile got wider. I just couldn’t control it.
So after that I got a nice window seat right next to the door and it was such a breezy morning. I was sightseeing as usual and it never gets boring.
The next thing I know, the bus stopped with a sudden brake and I got real scared. I almost thought that we crashed into someone or ran over someone.
You know how much I hate road accidents...
That was when I saw him. I saw him starring at me. I don’t know if I can call that starring because he had this intent look fixed on me.
For some reason I didn’t feel awkward with a complete stranger watching me like that. I am not like this right! My usual reaction towards such a situation will be a scowl on my face.
But then...
I looked at him and he looked at me. we both locked eyes. Wow! It was simply awesome!
I loved the way he looked right into my eyes and nowhere else. My heart thumped a little loud that I wondered if the lady sitting next to me could hear it. I felt butterfly flutter in my stomach and at that moment I almost understood Vairamuthu’s songs! (May be I am going a little too far on this song part. But hey! I am hopeless romantic who has been single for a really long time...)
I have never felt that way before it was just too good to be true. The starting of the engine jerked us back to earth.
I almost felt a blush creep up my face and looked away. After that I don’t remember what I saw out that window or what I listened in that radio.
I just remember stealing glances at this guy who was standing right in front of me and was looking at me.
I remember that he was wearing a stripped full sleeve shirt and black formal pants. He was not wearing any ID card. I wished to know the company that he was serving.
He was sporting this 4 day old beard that suited him very well. We both were seeing each other, in a public transport among 50 other people. But we both didn’t care. I don’t know anything about him, but I didn’t care.
I hoped he would make a move and let me know something about him.
I noticed that we were nearing the Navalur stop and I was desperately praying god that he will do something. Anything at all....
I know what you are thinking now. May be I should have done something instead of waiting for him to do something. You can’t blame me. I am a girl and girls never have such guts to approach a guy much less a stranger.
For all I know he could have been married also. But I enjoyed the bus ride this morning.
When he got down in his stopping, he started walking ahead of the bus. When the bus started moving and we went past him, I saw him and he noticed me seeing him.
An involuntary smile crept up my face. He smiled in return and my smile just got wider. He grinned.
Good Lord! He looked really good with that boyish grin. I just hoped he did something heroic and got back to me.
But he never did anything. He just went his way.
I just hope I see him tomorrow as well. I am going to board the same 21H from tomorrow onwards and see if I can catch him again. If I do catch him, I will surely talk to him!
Yours dearly,
Sweety...






Aratrika



Sunday, December 9, 2012

Bus Ride-Part 1




One of the greatest nightmares for a software engineer is not the bugs in his program but the rush in the morning bus he has to board in order to get to work.
From day one, I have been boarding this particular mode of public transport since it was the fastest and most efficient way that was available.
 I live with four of my college friends, who fortunately have jobs in Chennai but none of us work in the same company or at least travel in the same direction.
So it was a usual morning and I came to the bus stop a little late than usual, missing the bus that comes at 8.05 am. The next bus available will be coming by 8.45 and heck it will be too darn crowded. I was praying that the bus wasn’t too crowded.
Once I got into the bus, I was able to find a spot near the first seat of the bus and stood there with the nearby pole as a support. Balancing my bag in one arm I passed a 50 rupee note to the girl who was standing near me and told her that I needed a ticket to Navalur.
She passed it to the conductor who was at the other end of the bus and asked me for one rupee. Apparently the conductor has been shouting at me to give me the said money and I didn’t notice until this girl nudged me.
As I passed on the coin she returned the ticket and the change to me with a smile. I don’t know what the reason behind her smile was.
May be she was listening to her favourite song through her headphones or she was smiling at me...
I kind of shrugged and concluded that it was the former. The later was highly impossible.
After some time she got a seat right next to the front doors and sat down with her sling bag on her lap. My stop was a good 30 minute ride from where I was now and since I didn’t have anything else to do I started watching this girl.
She was happy that she got a window seat and was so interestedly seeing out the window that she never noticed me. I was silently thanking her for not noticing though.
She must be around 20. And she is definitely not working in any of the software companies. She just did not look like the software job girl. I might be wrong, but my intuition said that she is not from any of those companies in the IT Park.
The bus was suddenly stopped with a big jerk and she got a little scared. I could tell by the way she held on to her seat and closed her eyes for a moment. Her hand flew to the area where her heart is and then she looked at me. Guess she was wondering if I knew the reason for the sudden brake. But I was as clueless as she was.
The driver started the bus again after 10 minutes. But those 10 minutes were the wonderful time I spent this morning. We both kind of locked our eyes on each other and she studied me. For a moment I studied myself. Off all days I had decided to wear formals today and I think I look pretty well for a 23 year old guy.
Once the bus started running she looked out the window. But every now and then she would look at me. I started smiling like a goof I was. I could see that I was nearing my stop and had to get down. For the first time in my life I wanted to take a day off just to go behind her. But a stupid voice inside me said it wasn’t worth it and I decided to follow that voice’s advice.
My office was right opposite to the Navalur bus stop. I got down and started walking towards the zebra crossing area. The bus started moving again and I turned around just in time to see the girl looking out the window at me. I smiled and she smiled at me. Her smile grew wide at my smile and I felt like I had won the world. 
Just for a moment I forgot that I was supposed to cross the road and reach my office. Instead I was there standing there at the bus stop, smiling like an idiot and staring at a bus that was slowly receding.





Aratrika

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Clouds...


I won't say it's a story. It's just a passage I wrote a few years back. This one was one of my first attempts to write something short and brief. I will continue once you read the piece...


For anyone who is laughing all the time, you can conclude that they have something sad in their heart and they are just laughing to cover up the hurt. Well there are those few who are laughing because they are truly happy. But this category has very scarce people and they often go into the 1st category after a while.
But has anyone thought about what is the only difference between them? Everyone will say that the first ones are sad and the others are happy. That is not the answer though. The simple answer is when people are truly happy they have someone to share it with. But when that someone leaves them for one reason or the other, even the greatest happiness will seem too sad.
It certainly cannot be concluded that loneliness is the reason for happiness or gloomy feelings. There are other reasons as well. When someone is happy just ask them if they have anything that will make them sad and they will say yes with a smile. You know why? Because at that moment that smile is on their face for a big reason which is dominating. You go to the same person the next day; they might breakdown even talking about their problems. The happy moment has passed out and now they realise that they have to face those problems again.
The entire blue of the sky is full of our negative thoughts and feelings. Those big white clouds are the ones that are made up of all the positive feelings that will make a person smile, laugh, enjoy. As long as we are in the cloud we smile and as soon as the clouds go past us, we are left behind those feelings which make us feel void.
Some people see this fact in the exact opposite way. Well perspective changes and so do people. Sometimes we think that happiness has left us and is not going to come back. For those ones, please remember that clouds do come back. They may not be in the same shape and size as you had once seen them to be, but you will surely come across another one which is different in all aspects.


Its too short. I know. That was the first ever comment I got when I shared it to a writer friend. But he said he like the idea. My sibling on the other said that I am filled with the negative emotions and that is why I see the sky as the negativity. He was correct in a way. But then I still go with the same words. Everyone have negative stuff as the base. But there are always clouds, smaller or bigger which are the happy moments of our lives. Its our wish and will to whether notice those clouds or not. 

This article is dedicated to a very special friend whom I met recently but just had this connection with. Thank you so much for being my cloud!!!! 


Aratrika

Monday, October 22, 2012

Relationships

A friend of mine read this story and the first thing she asked was 'You saw that chic flick last night, didn't you?'  Well this story was inspired by a movie but not the one she was talking about. I honestly don't remember the name of that stupid movie but its the usual chic flick where best friends become lovers and get married. 
Friendship NEVER turns into love. C'mon people! Friendship is not like a caterpillar to be turned into a butterfly such as love. The story might seem to cliche. But the note I have tried to convey through the story is something I haven't seen much around in movies or books. So enjoy reading!



“Is that all?” a young man around his early twenties asked as he kept down a heavy looking cardboard box. He is not exactly the charmer a girl would fall for, but he is a little hunky and his manly features are indeed enough to charm a girl.
“I think that’s the last of it Prem!” a young woman of a similar age said falling down on the couch which still had a brown paper wrapped around it. Neeraja and Prem have been friends for almost 10 years now.
Currently Prem was helping Neeraja move into her new apartment which was right opposite to his own studio apartment. Their friendship was always mistaken by everyone around them including Prem’s parents and Neeraja’s father. She had lost her mother while she was still a baby and never knew what mother’s love is. And Prem, he is just the independent guy who never gives a damn for his family and moved out of his home when he started college. Though his parents still supported him by sending him money every month, he never used that money. His part time job at a BPO centre pays well for him to take care of tuition fees as well as other requirements.
In short he is the free living, cool guy who is fun to hang out with.
Neeraja on the other hand is the exact opposite of Prem. She could be the college beauty if she just showed everyone how beautiful she is. But she always chose to braid that long silky hair and wear clothes that were a little big for her petite body. Her speciality is her eyes. Anyone who looks right into those eyes will get lost in those beautiful deep red eyes. Her eyes were of dark maroon shade that could be easily mistaken for brown. And yet she chooses to hide those beautiful sparkling gems under a dull thick framed spectacle. She has a lot of talents which ranges from cooking to dancing to architecture. She is the perfect working wife, who is totally organised and is never late for anything. She is all a man could ever wish for.
Except there is one problem! She never believed in love. ‘Why?’ a lot of people ask her. But she just shrugs it off saying that it is not her kind of thing to fall in love or love some man and bear his babies. Many tried to talk her out of it. By ‘it’ I mean her decision to stay as a spinster. There was one person who never spoke about this topic to her.
Her father.....
He was a man of few words, but his selection of words was so good that it never failed to make an impact on others. Their father-daughter relationship was probably and is still a strange one. They never said that they love each other or even spent much time doing things a father and daughter does. They never had fun like the other families. Yet they both understood each other very well. Sundaram never questioned his daughter like the usual fathers when she came back home late, or when she comes home with a guy (which always happens to be Prem).
There was this one time he asked her about her relationship with the boy for which she answered ‘We are just friends...’
After that he never asked her about it until his last day. He recently passed away leaving all his earnings to his only daughter. She sold off their house and rented this apartment in hopes that she could start her own construction company soon.
Neeraja was the girl who had learnt to build a wall around her at a very young age. She herself didn’t know the reason as to why she had built a wall...
Prem was the only one who was able to walk right through those invisible barriers and till date he is the only one who truly knows the real Neeraja.
They both may claim that they had been friends for a long time. But in reality Prem had fallen for Neeraja the minute he saw her in his class during school. He had denied it until they finished school thinking that it was just an attraction. But then his feelings got strong when they went to separate colleges and had lesser time to spend together. Still they were able to keep their relationship as strong as it used to be in school.
He never told her about his feelings. Two reasons; one was that he was afraid that he will lose her friendship as well; two was that he was afraid of rejection. To summarise, he is a coward and is afraid to tell her how he feels though it hurt him a lot.
It hurt him when he saw her going on a date with her classmate. It hurt him when he saw her trying to find the love she needs in that guy while he was standing right beside her. It hurt him even more when she turned up at his doorstep one night crying because she was too hurt from her attempts at trying to find love. What hurt him the most was when she decided that she will never get married or even try to acknowledge the love she might probably get from Mr.Right....
But he was this sturdy guy who didn’t want to show his weaknesses to her. He was always there to comfort her. She didn’t cry much in front of her relatives when her father died. He was the only one privileged enough to see her tears and he never tried to wipe them away. He wanted her to cry out all she wants, so that she will run out of tears. But to his disappointment, the tears never stopped.
It killed him to see her cry. He hated himself for not being able to protect her from the heart ache.
Days went by and they both continued with their lives. She worked as an architect in a famous construction company and he ran a small bookstore cum coffee shop with the help of his college friend.
Life was good until Prem got that wretched letter one fine morning. His dream was to become a dancer and start his own dance school. But for that he needed to attend a famous dance academy that produced the world’s fine dancers. He had finally gotten the letter of acceptance at the academy. But that meant he has to leave this place for good and god knows when he will return. This academy made sure that aspiring dancers had a job at hand by the end of their course and mostly this placement was at some abroad country.
Of course he had to go for it and pursue his dreams. But what will happen to his friend/ secret love Neeraja? Thoughts tormented him as he prepared to leave. Neeraja was a little sad, but her happiness was just more in quantity that it masked the sadness. Two more months left for his departure and they decided to make the best of these two months.
Though these two practically grew up together, not even his finger tips would have touched her in these 10 years. Not even while comforting her did he take advantage of her vulnerability... Any other guy would have done that, but not Prem.
Soon it was the day. Just the two friends left for the airport in silence. None spoke a single word until the final call for security check was heard.
‘Take care Prem... Call me as soon as you get settled there and stay in touch....’ she said with a small smile adorning her face.
She wasn’t wearing her specs today and he was glad about it. He never liked that thing from the start. He looked into her eyes one more time. The same sparkle that had made him fall head over heels for the angle was there.
With suddenly formed determination he pulled her into a hug. This was the first them they have had physical contact at all. They both stood there savouring the other’s presence. He wanted to remember everything about her. Her eyes, her hair, her smell, her smile, her everything....
‘I love you Neeraja.... Someday I will come for you with a ring....’ he whispered in her ear. Breaking the embrace, he yelled a bye and ran off towards the security check.
For the first time in her life she let her tears roll down in a public place. For the first time in her life he was not there to see her glistening tears. Had he been there, he would have noticed that they were not tears of sadness but tears of happiness.
That was when she realised that what they had was never friendship. It had been pure, unadulterated love from the beginning.... They had failed to see it....
Friendship never turns into love. It is love that has been mistaken for friendship and they realise that it is love at a later stage....
No one relationship can ever change into another in this world.... A friend will always be a friend and a lover will always be a lover.





Aratrika 

Monday, October 15, 2012

A Portrait

I think I will follow my previous pattern of writing the story first and then write about the story. So here we go!


“Um Excuse me...” She looked up at the strange male voice that disturbed her leisure time. She was met with an almost puppy dog face sported by a handsome young man. She couldn’t help but smile at his look as she asked “Yes! How may I help you?”
“You see I have come for the inter college cultural fest. I am participating in this event called pencil sketching. I started out a little late and have just one hour left to depict a lonely girl...” he paused.
“Why are you telling me all these?” she asked him even though she understood why he was telling this to her.
“I was wondering if I could use you as my model for the theme...” he paused again but continued “You know you kind of depict a perfect lonely girl! I am not telling that you look depressed or anything, I am just telling that you have this serenity around you. You looked kind of interesting especially the way you were sitting resting on that trunk and reading your book. I shall give you a part of the prize money as royalty if I manage to win!” he exclaimed.
She raised her eyebrows for a moment.
“I am not asking you to sit in any particular way or anything. You can continue reading your book and I will just draw you. You look like an intent reader! I promise you I won’t be of any disturbance!” he held up his hand as if taking an oath.
“Alright!” she said and sat down in her previous pose. Resting on the trunk of a tree and continued reading her novel titled ‘Me & U’
He sat down in front of her and started spreading out his materials.
As he started drawing her portrait, his entire concentration was fixed on the girl and her features. Her thick black hair that was tied in a lose pony, the way her bangs framed her face, her thick long lashes that made her eyes attractive. The more he drew, the more he had to cover her fine details and the more he started liking her.
She was not the type of girl who would make you turn around and see. But she has this calm appearance that does not scream ‘Give me all the attention’
Her silent persona is what he really liked about her in this short span of time. She is really beautiful and if she wished she could even be a model. But her conservative clothes and style shows that she wishes to be by herself and not surrounded by a big group of fake friends.
She must have come across a good part in the book, because she was smiling. That moment she looked up from her book and noticed the weird guy drawing with a goofy smile on his face.
“What are you smiling about?” she asked him out of curiosity.
“You smiled, so I smiled!” he said and continued his work as she continued her work.
Though she looked like she was reading the book, she was actually stealing glances at the artist every now and then.
She noticed that he was rather handsome. Any other girl in her place would have started drooling at this good looking artist. But she had to read or at least pretend to read now because that is her pose. She can’t look at him for long.
His thin button up shirt did not do a good job in hiding his toned muscles. His piercing look had the power to shatter anyone’s concentration and he was successful in her case.
While he intently drew the details she intently saved his image in her head. She wanted to remember each and every detail about him. He already had a portrait to remember her. But she had her memories alone. She was not good at drawing to draw his portrait later on and preserve.
The said one hour was almost over and he was done with his sketch. As he gathered his stuff and got up to leave she called him.
“Um, can I have your mobile number?” she asked in a really shy tone. He should have been the one to ask for her number. But him being the gentle man, he decided to leave the girl in her peaceful shell.
It was his turn to raise eyebrows “Why do you want my number?” he asked wanting to tease her a little.
“You said you will give me royalty right! Your sketch looks pretty impressive. In case you win, you will need a way to contact me right?” she said smartly.
With a smile he took out his mobile and went towards her in order to get her number.
Just a portrait, but it may be the beginning of a lot of small or big things...


So this story popped into my head when I went with my friend to an actual drawing contest. Nah! I am no good at drawing, much less pencil sketching. Even a 10 year old child will hand over a better drawing compared to mine. But this friend of mine, he is a fantastic artist. He was the runner up in that contest. They were given three themes out of which the participant can draw under any one topic. Though he didn't choose the 'Lonely Girl' topic, I felt that it was an interesting theme that too it has to be depicted in a pencil sketch. The beauty of that theme is that, the artist has to bring out a girl's emotions using the grey scale. That is a challenge and only a few drew out of which none were good enough. 
So I was waiting for the contest to get over and I had nothing but my imagination as company. So this piece came to me. Hope it does not resemble the scenes in Titanic Movie :-P 




Aratrika

Saturday, September 29, 2012

An Evening




It took her all of her will power to not cry. She was in a park after all with music blasting through her head phones. She was sitting in the far corner of the park where there was one weird looking bench which resembled a square and right now she was leaning on the square’s side.
Staring into the space ahead of her she thought about her life. She won’t say she was always sad or she was never happy. But her life was a little tough and she got no help as she lived through it. She always used a chance to enjoy and smile. But then things come crashing down when she witnesses the cold war that goes on between her parents.
Such a thing has been going on for as long as she could remember. She has even felt that quarrelling parents were way better. It was far worse when they won’t even tell how they feel about each other. She was in no condition to find out whose fault it is or to find out a solution to this family issue.
Stuck in a loveless marriage, her parents never loved each other truly. They cared for the other, but didn’t love the other. It never made sense to her but that was how her family was and still is. Being born in such a background, she never got the love she deserved. But she never complained. She cried silently at nights. Without a sibling to share the love, she felt lonely. Things started getting out of hand when she reached her teens.
With the hormones surging through her veins, she found herself getting frustrated with her life. Being the open girl she was, she never had good friends. People found her frank comments as a bad assert. There were a few people who tried to be with her, but fate decided against it and separated the forming friendship by making them take up college in various cities.
So here she is the typical loner girl who is going through a small hell at home and has no one to cry to or even talk to.
Just then a guy sat on the spot opposite to her. He never noticed her and was immersed in his book.
If it were another day, she would have tried to notice the cute guy sitting opposite to her and would have tried to strike up a conversation with him as well.
But today was a day she almost ran out of her home to get some peace of mind. And he didn’t seem to notice her so far. So all she did was lean back and close her eyes trying to get lost in the music that blasted through her ears making it almost possible for him to hear as well.
He looked up for a moment from his book and saw the angel sitting in front of him. Being the charmer he was, he always got attention from the female species. But for the first time in years he saw a girl who didn’t care about him and just minded her own business. Now this is something that attracted his interest.
Closing his book, he started observing her. She had this slightly tanned skin but it went really well with her jet black hair that reached her waist, he noted. She was sitting cross-legged leaning on the side of the square and every now and then she would shake her head to the music. For some reason he couldn’t take his eyes of her. He was waiting for her to open her eyes.
Too bad, she decided to open her eyes the very moment that thought hit his mind. Looking straight ahead of her, she saw a handsome guy staring at her. Giving him THE LOOK, she turned away and averted her gaze to some plants nearby.
He didn’t care if she had glared at him. He simply kept seeing her like she was his favourite movie with his chin resting on his right palm while the other hand clutched his book.
From the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of his features. On paying attention she noticed that he had these intriguing blue eyes that were fixed on her. ‘He does look good!’ she thought.
“Hi I am Venkat!” he extended his hand towards her with a wide grin plastered on his face. She looked at him and his hand that was extended. While he expected her to shake his hand or at least introduce her, she just shrugged it off and turned away.
“Do you stay nearby? Because I have never seen you in this neighbourhood...” he asked. She didn’t hear much of his question but she could make out the words by reading his lips. Taking off one of the headphone from her ear she glared at him again. A look that clearly stated What the hell do you want now?
“I thought you needed some company... So I am going to give you exactly the same...” he stated and leaned forward so that he was somewhat near her.
He spoke about a lot of things. In just fifteen minutes she learnt that he was doing his final year in college and stays nearby with his friends and a lot about his college which happened to be a famous college in that city while she studied in a college that was run by the same management that ran his college. He kept talking about a lot of things. He knew that she was listening to him inspite of the music that was still blasting on her other ear.
Little did he know that she stopped the music after that fifteen minutes and was intently listening to every single detail he had uttered. ‘Who said girls are talkative?’ she thought amusingly but she liked it. He did not expect her to talk back. He stuck to his word and just kept her company.
Soon it had gotten dark. It was time for her to leave. Silently she got up and muttered a small bye before leaving the dazed Venkat at the bench. While walking back to home she thought ‘Guess from now on I will be coming here every day sharp at 6....’ with a smile on her face.






Aratrika

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Truth Or Dare



Santhosh was taking his usual evening stroll with his better half. The breeze greeted his slightly greying hair and the hold on his hand got tighter. May be she felt cold or may be she just felt like squeezing his hand that always conveys the same message ‘I love you’.
The man in his early forties looked at his wife. Fifteen years into the marriage and their love was getting deeper every day. With his son studying in a convent, they had the house to themselves and never failed to express their affection openly. Their son who was turning 13 in a few months found it amusing to see his parents still acting like a love struck college couple whenever he was home for holidays.
He looked at his hand to see that hers fit so perfect like a lock and a key. A smile adorned his face as he went down memory lane and found the particular memory from where everything started.
“What are you smiling about?” Neena asked him with her ever so innocent voice.
His smile turned into a full pledged laughter.
“That was the exact question you had asked me 20 years ago!”

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20 years ago:
Santhosh and his friends were out on a camping trip for their semester holidays. There was fun and frolic everywhere. That too with the combination of five girls and ten guys, there was endless teasing, endless laughter, endless songs, and endless chats. For a moment Santhosh felt like he was inside a college themed movie where the friends group goes out on a trip and have so much fun within a single song in the background.
But then just one song is not enough for them to express their feelings now.
It was the last day of their camping trip. They will be going back to the harsh reality the next day. Sitting around the camp fire, they were all making small talks. Every single mind sitting around that fire had the same or a similar thought. ‘Do we really have to go back?’
“Hey, I know! Lets play Truth or Dare!” a girl wearing pig tails exclaimed breaking the dark cloud of silence.
Once everyone settled into a small and nice circle, she spins the bottle and it lands between a girl named Sita and Shiva. Sita dares Shiva to dance like a drunken monkey and then the circle goes this way.
At last the bottle mouth settles between Santhosh and the same girl in pig tails.
“Truth or Dare?” she asked him in an almost menacing tone.
“Truth” he says thinking that he could escape from all the embarrassment of the peculiar dares. Little did he know he is going to regret his decision for a long time.
She almost had stars in her eyes as she asked “Who is the unlucky girl that you are crushing on?”
For a moment he felt his throat go dry. His dark secret was going to come out. Shiva was the only one in the group who knows the truth and if he is going to lie, then Shiva will surely blabber it out.
Taking a deep breath he uttered her name ever so lightly “Malar!”
He doubted whether the others were able to hear his name. He saw that the said girl’s eyes had turned into the size of huge saucers. The girl with the pig tails had a big grin on her face and that was the last moment of silence he had in his entire college life.
Every body started teasing these two as Malar ran into the tent and out of the awkward situation.
Soon people started retiring for the night and Santhosh was still sitting there smiling like an idiot. He never noticed a figure coming to sit next to him.
“What are you smiling about?” the chatterbox of the group asked. She asked in such a subtle tone that he was taken aback for a moment.
“Nothing Neena, nothing!” he said still smiling. 



Aratrika

Friday, September 21, 2012

A small startup

So am Aratrika.... Its just a pen name I chose this afternoon. Why? One may ask me. I like to function under a different name most of the times. Not that I hate my current persona or my name. In fact I love my actual name because I was named after a fictional character who is so courageous and beautiful. She is not exactly my role model, but she inspires me a lot.
Anyways back to the point of starting a new blog!
I am not a very good blogger. But I guess I wanted a space to post my stories and show it to people instead of sending the files to each and every person I meet. By 'my stories' I meant the stories I write and not my darn life.
Of course the short stories I write are inspired by some real life situation or some person I come across. If a person says that they don't like this idea of mine, well you can gladly go to hell!
A writer needs inspiration. And I get my inspiration from my day-to-day life, the people I meet and let me tell you, I meet a lot of people and not everyone inspires me to write something.

Now back to the initial topic! I am very good at getting dragged away from the topic. The purpose of this blog... Right!
Here I will be posting the stories I had written in the past 3 years. But I will also share what inspired me to write such a passage. I know it is not something that would instantly attract your interest or make you eager to read. But it is worth a try.

Every story written has a sub story to be told. Each line, each word needs a strong force to encourage any one to write.
This blog will cover such sub stories that are never told by anyone, but has to be shared actually!


Aratrika