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On the beach , with my girls….

I was holding the small tender hands of Sera and started walking through the shore of beach .Sera was visibly getting irritated at the stinking smell and the disgusting site of garbage piled up at everywhere in the shore and she was trying hard to find a place which is free of garbage to sit and enjoy the cool breeze and site of waves..

She frowned at me and teasingly asked: Dad, I can’t believe. Haven’t you got a better place to propose my Mom?

I started chuckling after hearing this, then gave a kiss on her cheek and answered her

Me: What??? No wonder your mom always reminds me about you like “she’s a cutie, but she’s a brat disguised as a cutie pie: D”…

She pretend to be angry and gave a spank on my back .For a moment I went back to my old days… with my Nisha…preciously 15 years back…the days were it was not so trending hanging out in shopping mall and do window shopping or shaking our hips in pubs or not even burying our entire days under the laptop like a zombie

It was the craze of books, movies and off course beach which brought Nisha and me together. Countless evenings we bunk our college classes to enjoy the beauty of the waves and experience the romantic yet relaxing ambiance of cool sea breeze. We used to sit in the shore, enjoy the cool breeze, munch fried ground nuts and hot tea and debate about the characters immortalized by kurosawa, Frank capra , Hitchcock, Sidney Lumet , Cohelo etc…..

And Days passed, we don’t know how n when we fall for each other.

And our first kiss when I felt the tenderness of her cute lips against my cheeks, in the backdrop of sea on a cool breezy evening just before a retro sunset.

Lots of nostalgic moments, which link Me Nisha and beach. Probably much before god blessed us with Sera.

“Dad lets go, this place is so yuck “

Sera’s tender whisper on my ears brought me back to the sense… I hold her little hands and started walking towards the car parking…

My daughter may not believe there was a time, we used to drink water from streams, get drenched in rain (as it was not at all acidic), and spend countless hours in beach and made sand castles, feel the fresh air etc. Even I feel guilty I didn’t care about nature much when I was young.

I’m not sure whom to blame for all this.

I ignited my car and started driving back from the parking lot with Sera .

Note : Wrote it for go green theme for a newsletter.Cross posting it here 🙂

June 29, 2013 at 2:04 pm Leave a comment

Lift

This post has been picked by BlogAdda for there Tangy Tuesday Picks .Thank you guys for the encouragement  


While driving his car through the deserted highway, he sipped a another can of heiniken and uttered.” boo 2 AM, hmm it is pretty spooky to drive through this deserted high way, that too in midnight”

Suddenly he spotted a girl waving her hands towards his car.
Before he told anything she got inside the car and told


“Hi I’m Lisa. My car got broke down .Past one hour I was asking lift to those who passed by .Thank god At least you stopped by. Thanks man”. She giggled at him seductively .He smiled back.
He (to his conscious): who is she? Highway robber or a hooker?
He sipped a another bottle of beer and asked her
He: Who are you? Where do you want to go?
She: Ohh yea I’m working with an interior design firm in city. Today we had a party and my bad luck, while coming back my car got repaired. I live nearby Woodstock and if you don’t mind you can drop me there. Hope I’m not disturbing you. Between what I’m suppose to call you.
He: Ohh don’t tell like that. In fact I’m also was wishing a company. It is really shuddery to drive through this deserted highway in midnight and I’m Vinod Scaria.

They talked for a while. Suddenly the car made a loud boom and the engine got off. He tried to start the car but it went vain. When he opened the bonnet, steam and smoke burst out from the engine .she came out from the car and looked at his face helplessly.

He: yeahh you were right today is not a good day for you. I guess we have to sleep somewhere here till in the morning
She:
–beep– –beep– …Vinod shall we look for someone to help us
He: Are you nuts Lisa. Who will be here to help us in midnight?
She looked around for someone or some house
She: Hey check out that, it seems like that is a church. Why don’t we go there and take rest until morning


She started running towards the church. He took the flashlight, a newspaper and a bottle of whisky and followed her

He:Ohh no, it is closed .I think it is better we should go back to the car
She looked around and told …”why don’t we go to cemetery and take rest”
He: Are you nuts lady. I don’t have guts to sleep in a cemetery in this creepy midnight. You sleep in your cemetery with your ghost friends and I will sleep in my car.
She: Hey come-on vinod. Don’t be like a teenager, be a man. There is no ghost or something like that. All that craps are fictitious
Finally he reluctantly agreed to her and moved towards a tomb which looks like nobody cleaned it for ages.
She: Dude this is not fair. Almost past 1 hour we are travelling together you didn’t even show the manners to ask me whether I need a beer.
He: Ohh you drink. Sorry I’m having a bottle of whisky only.
She: What ever. Give me no, I need something to make me warm in this chilling night
He: Great, Then lets go and get some water to mix this ‘holy drink’
She: What!!! are you scared to go alone to get water haa…dude this is too much


He sheepishly smiled at her and moved to get the water. While he was away for water she took the newspaper he was having and tried to read it in the light of flashlight.
“Sri Lanka won the world cup”.
What the heck I heard they won the world cup 13 years back”. She checked the date and started laughing loudly and uttered “Herald, March-13-1996.This guy is really crazy. Who will carry the 14 year old newspaper?” She browsed through the newspaper and suddenly she shocked after seeing a photo in the obituary column. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
She: today is March 13…ohh I can’t believe he is…He is.
She got up from the tomb without wasting the time and started running frantically. Suddenly her leg got locked somewhere and she fall down and hit her head on a nearby tomb. After she saw the name on the tomb she screamed hysterically and tried to get up and run. But it went vain and she fainted.

Next morning when she got up, she found a big crowd in that cemetery. A group of police where carrying a corpse of a young girl to ambulance. And photographers were flashing the body. When she looked at the body closer she understood that it was her corpse. She tried to scream, shout, and call the people standing next to her. But no one heard it or saw her. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice from behind
“Vinod scaria, Born 8-08-68, Dead 12-03-96.May his soul RIP”. It was him
He: So now you believe in ghosts young lady, huh….ha ha ha .Anyways Welcome to the world of this ‘salvager’ of souls.
She helplessly screamed at the top of her voice

P.S: Don’t search for me, no one is going to find me out. This is my first attempt to write a fiction. That is why I pressed publish button

March 12, 2010 at 3:58 pm 45 comments

Focus On Your Blessings

I received this forward some time back and thought of sharing it here.

Maria and Natty were two young mothers who lived across the street from each other. From their living room windows, each woman was able to observe the activities of the other woman’s family.

One day, Maria confessed that she’d been watching what went on in Natty’s front garden and that she envied her. I don’t know what you mean, Natty said with puzzled look on her face.

Well, I often see your husband out in the front mowing your lawn, and I wish my husband would do the same thing, Maria said. Your garden is beautiful!

Natty laughed and then made her confession. I have been doing the same thing, Joan, she said. I watch your husband in your front garden – and I have envied you! Maria shook her head with disbelief. What on earth do you mean she asked?

Natty replied, I see your husband playing ball with your toddler so nicely. How I wish Keith, my husband, would do the same thing! He never wants our boys in the way when he mows. Be honest Joan. Would you rather have your husband play with your son than have a well-manicured lawn?

I had not thought of that before, but you’re right Natty. I may have tall grass, but Eric, my husband is right about playing with little Johnny, Maria concluded.

My dad said to me once, “there is not a thing called ‘settling’ in life. At every point of life, we always need something like, money, job that u love, position, good health, satisfaction, love etc. Live your life to fullest (off course keep trying to achieve things you(feel) are lacking in life but stop worrying about that)”.Always enjoy what u have. Appreciate and thank god for every small blessings in your life instead of wailing and complaining. Very often we are blind to our own blessings that are so obvious to others. Let us cultivate the habit of concentrating on our several blessings rather than brooding over what we perceive as curses. Have a nice week folks

January 11, 2010 at 10:57 am 25 comments


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