One Lovely Blog Award.

Wohooo!!!! A nomination for another award. This day is just getting better. 

Thank you so much Riya, for nominating me. Needless to insist anyone, as almost every person within the circle is your follower 😁

Ahem.. Ahem (okay, let’s get started πŸ˜›)

Rules

  1. Each nominee must thank the person who nominated them and link their blog in their post.
  2. They must include the rules and add the blog award badge as an image.
  3. Must add 7 facts about themselves.
  4. Nominate 15 people to do the award!


The 7 random facts about me:

  1. I am a highly sensitive person.
  2. I have a keen desire of sky diving.
  3. I am a Potterhead but instead of the character Harry Potter, i like other characters like the Weasley Twins and Sirius Black.
  4. I don’t like to travel alone. Always happy to have some company.
  5. As a kid, my favourite TV show was ‘Suite Life of Zack and Cody’, which i still love to watch.
  6. I’ve heard all the hype, but never watched ‘Twilight’ or ‘Game of Thrones’
  7.  I am the type of person who is reluctant to leave his comfort zone unless in situation of dire necessity.


Okay enough of me now. Time to listen the others. I would like to nominate the following people:

  1.  Rishabh Priyadarshi
  2. Abhishek Pathania
  3. Kshiti
  4. Shweta
  5. Anjana
  6. The review author
  7. Chehak Bhatia
  8. Ginger tea fanatic
  9. Unicorns ahead
  10. Silas
  11. Pooja
  12. Little Diary


That’s it. Thank you for reading. Have a nice day 😊

    A Cacophony inside me

    I stare into the void,

    Reviving the sweet memories shrouded from the world.

    An ocean of turbulent thoughts inside me,

    Betrays the tranquility so displayed.

    But into that void,

    Is a pair of eyes,

    giving a penetrating look that feels like a slap.

    Back into the material world, it dawns upon me that;

    Even the mind has its own way,

    to make you forget the obscure archives,

    where you had stacked those shreds of yourself,

    once you discard them to get over it.

    ___________________________________________

    ‘What is this?’ must be your question.

    No rhymes….no specific pattern…. Nothing.

    Actually I’ve never done poetry. And these words just came to my mind out of the blue when i was….(staring blankly at the walls πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚)

    Thanks for reading and please do share with me your valuable feedback.

    Β© Vision

    The Dilemma.

    Yash stood outside the ward, perplexed by the situation he was facing. Inside the ward, his mother Aarti was sobbing continuously by the bedside of her father. 
    A single mother, Aarti had boldly faced the odds stacked against her. Right from securing a future for Yash, she had independently manged every requirement. Her father Murlidhar was the only pillar of strength throughout every challenge that she faced.

    But now, he was nothing more than a frail body in a semi-conscious state. His hands were swollen by the frequent injection of medicines into the veins. His wrists were wounded because several times he had forcefully plucked out the syringe. He would be heard wailing loudly in pain like a tormented soul.

    “You merciless people….” He was screaming some time ago. “What kind of a devil are you? Have some mercy on this old man. This pain is unbearable. Take me home. I don’t want this slow and painful death. Take me away from here. Take me home”

    He was the only fatherly figure for Yash who was abandoned before birth alongwith his mother. He meant the world for Yash.

    “This is for your own good Nana. You will be fine very soon” Yash had tried to calm him.

    “Don’t fool me.” Murlidhar said “Don’t you understand that you are simply lengthening my agony. Why are you doing this to me?”

    “Please Nana, for my sake. Please let me do everything that is within my limits to see your health improve. Let me have the satisfaction.”

    “My child, you have done more than enough for me. Just do one more favour. Put an end to my suffering. Let me rest in peace. I beg you. I beg your mercy”

     

    But this wasn’t the cause of the disturbance for Yash. The conversation that took place with the Doctor was the cause.

    Doctor: This is a case of Acute Kidney Failure. In simple terms, his kidneys have failed, causing a dangerous imbalance of fluids in his body. He is in terrible pain.

    Yash: I am willing to….

    Doctor: NO. I cannot allow a kidney transplant. His heart is not pumping efficiently. Congestive Heart Failure. We will loose him the moment we start the operation.

    Yash was at a loss of words.

    Doctor: The only option available to keep him alive is a haemodialysis every alternate day. To worsen the situation, his age and immune are the major obstacles. We can only keep him alive, but he cannot be completely cured.



    Yash glanced inside the ward one more time and the dam of tears burst. He cried uncontrollably. Murlidhar’s wailing and writhing echoed in his ears. This was the hardest decision of his life. Aarti too, half-heartedly signified her assent to her son’s decision. He completed the formalities and they took Murlidhar home.

    Murlidhar’s face bore a faint tint of smile. He was very happy with Yash. The very next morning, Murlidhar peacefully breathed his last and rested in eternal peace.

    Yash and his mother were orphaned. He had obediently fulfilled his grandfather’s wish. But deep down, Yash’s soul was permanently damaged.

    __________________________________________

    Β© Vision

    The question of Big Debate: 

    Do you think Yash did the right thing? Please share your views. 

    Special vote of thanks to Shweta (crazzydoc) for helping me with the medical terminology.

    Liebster Award

    I am very thankful to kshiti, who has nominated me for this award. I appreciate her gesture and insist everyone to visit her blog. She is an emerging blogger and has some nice and sweet excerpts on her blog.


    The rules of this award:
    1. Acknowledge the blog who nominated you and display the award.
    2. Answer the 11 questions the blogger gives you.
    3. Give 11 random facts about yourself.
    4. Nominate 11 blogs.
    5. Notify those blogs of the nomination.
    6. Give them 11 questions to answer.


    11 Questions posed upon me by Kshiti.

    Why you started  blog? 

    I love it when people really like any good stuff written by me. I feel very much elated. So, for ‘that happiness’

     and to eventually improve my writing skills, i started my blog.



    What is your favorite  pass time and did you achieve  any thing from it?

    Either reading books or watching movies. Well, not sure if i achieved much. But i can say that i developed some of my writing skills by reading books


    Fav. Destination?

    Umm….how about Final Destination? πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Sorry, just kidding πŸ˜…. Not exactly any Fav sort, coz I have not travelled much. But from the places i have visited, i like Udaipur and Jaipur very much. I would love to visit again.


    Thing in which you are expert? Thing in which you are expert? 

    Imagining different scenarios πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


    Something you want to confess? 

    Ah! Awkward πŸ˜…. I hope an easy one would do. I confess that i desparately try to be the first person at the community pool but fail everytime.


    Any nice suggesstion for me regarding my blog? 

    Well, kshiti everything else is fine. I think, writing about yourself in that ‘About‘ page will be good. It gives the readers an insight upon your ideas, way of thinking etc.



    List top 5 things from your bucket list with priority  and why?

    1. To become financially more independent within a year. Coz, next month I’ll be turning 21.
    2. A trek in Shimla
    3. Get my novel published.
    4. To visit the Universal Orlando Resort. Coz, I’m a crazy Potterhead.
    5. To learn playing keyboard.


    Some good books of Indian writers that you have read and want to suggest

    • ‘Wise and Otherwise’ by Mrs. Sudha Murthy. 
    • ‘The Shiva Trilogy’ by Amish Tripathi.
    • Thrillers by Ashwin Sanghi.
    • And many more….😜😜

        All time favourite movie?
        Hollywood – Every ‘MARVEL’ movie πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

        Bollywood – Zindagi na milegi Dobara.

        One thing you want to learn?

        Well, the answer to this is already in my bucket list.


        Now, the 11 random facts about me are:

        • I like trying different food. But I’m not fond of cookingπŸ˜…
        • I love pets. But so far I’ve ended up having very naughty pet dogs who created havoc for others 😜
        • My favourite genre in books is Mythological thriller.
        • I’m an introvert.
        • I like playing cricket and it is one of the most frequent topics on which i indulge into talks. Yes, “Typical” πŸ˜‚
        • Refusing to do favours for friends or family members or saying ‘No’ is what i find next to impossible.
        • I enjoy riding motorbikes in rain. Can’t stop myself getting drenched.
        • When I’m teaching something, my patience levels tend to decline rapidly.
        • One of the problems with me is over-thinking.
        • I like preserving mementos.
        • I do enjoy listening some selected songs of the revered Indian singers Lata Mangeshkar and Kishore Kumar.


        I would like to nominate the following people:

        1. Karishma
        2. Abhishek
        3. Arushi Singh
        4. Swagata
        5. Rishabh Priyadarshi
        6. Anchal
        7. morningcoffeewithhertales
        8. Silhouette
        9. unicornsahead
        10. Rania Amer
        11. Your average peahead


                Questions for the nominees:

                1. Your source of inspiration?
                2. Which is the place that you desparately want to visit?
                3. What is your first wish that you will fulfill upon becoming a millionaire?
                4. Your most memorable birthday?
                5. Which is the first name that comes to your mind when i say ‘Music’?
                6. What would you prefer? A trip abroad all alone or a weekend at home with friends?
                7. Any collection that you are proud of possessing or the one you would like to possess?
                8. What are your plans of a perfect weekend?
                9. According to you, which is the most irritating task of your daily routine?
                10. As a kid, which was your favourite TV show?
                11. What can make your anger rise instantly? Can you keep a check on your anger?

                    Once again, thank you kshiti. This was really fun.

                    Whims of a Damsel πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜˜

                    (A poem by Sabiha Ansary)

                    Mounted on his white steed, brandishing its canter,
                    He comes to woo me, with his childish banter.

                    He is my perfect piece of poetry.His lips, the perfect prose.
                    I hold his hand, like it’s the last thing i am ever gonna do.
                    I speak those words that have ever made any sense.

                    His voice, always kept on a loop. Its words rounded within me,

                    Like his tongue entwined with mine.

                    On Desire, on Demand, on Fire, Out of sheer Passion.

                    It’s a ritual, with the connection so spiritual.
                    Into the other worlds, i travel with him.

                    Crossing the shackles of dimensions and galaxies.

                    Who left? You, or Love?

                    Hey dear, are you there? 

                    These nights are somber and silent as ever. And the world too drifts into deep slumber. But here, I am awake like never before; bewitched, by the soothing serenity of the sky. Wafted by the cool breeze is a sarcastic laughter that persistently hits my ears. I must fear not, because it is just the darkness mocking at me while the memories play their nasty game.

                    Yes, you heard it right. All those memories of that time spent together come swarming and stand like a crowd around me.

                    They grab me and drag me to a hellhole called ‘The Past’. Returning back is not an easy task. 

                    I’ve realized how weak I am, because my mind is a mere slave of those memories. Actually it likes to wander into those deceptive or perhaps misleading thoughts. It wants to re-live your glimpse, your whiff, your vibe, your chirping, your reticence, your eminence and damn everything that is associated with you. I know it is a trap but I’m helpless.

                    Those were wonderful days when we used to talk, we used to laugh, and we used to understand the tacit very easily. I strived to establish β€˜You’ in my ‘Me’ and the β€˜We’ in ‘Us’. But now i must ask you, were you never meant to be a part of this? Was it always meant to be me and only me? Maybe it was like a futile course of action made by me towards the space with the hope that “We-the two different ends” would someday unite forever. It was absolutely futile because what escaped my mind was that the space is β€˜Infinite’. And as we know, β€˜Infinity’ does not have any β€˜Ends’.

                    After going through everything, a question that lingers is Are you just a Name now? Or do you still mean something to me? The answer is obvious because names perish, but your memories don’t. But maybe for you, I’m just a name…..

                    Β© Vision.

                    Munchies πŸ˜‰

                    College diaries #1

                    πŸ‘‰ As soon as the lecturer left, she stole a quick glance at the backbenches and saw him dozing off. Blushing madly, she shook her head and murmured “No more late night chats, you idiot”


                     *************************************

                    Alive in us.

                    πŸ‘‰The Birthday cake looked fabulous and all the preparations were done. The day was important. They reached the gates of his house. His crushed motorbike lying in a corner felt like a tight slap which brought memories of that unfortunate day when he breathed last.

                    ***************************************

                    The unsung hero.

                    πŸ‘‰ “So, what’s the plan?” the senior asked, handing over the trainee’s first salary slip.

                    “To honour my Dad. The hero who silently made sacrifices all his life” he replied.


                    *****************************************

                    Amidst the work.

                    πŸ‘‰ “Can you please elaborate it?” The investor asked her during the presentation.

                    Her partner nodded in encouragement at her thinking about the lengthy time they had spent preparing for it.

                    But all she remembered was the charisma of his eyes and the butterflies that she felt.


                    *****************************************

                    College diaries #2

                    πŸ‘‰After much of struggling with his timidity, he somehow mustered up the guts to ask his crush “Mind grabbing a bite with me in the cafeteria?”

                    “Sure” she said stuffing back the lunchbox in her bag pack.

                    Really??

                    Dedicated to all my fellow blogger friends.

                    Just in the early hours of the day, i was having a chat with a close friend of mine. She had finished reading a novel and was sharing her experience. After a while, she said;

                    Quality writing really seems to be a difficult Art which only some rare people actually master. Reading leaves me amazed with the fact that how beautifully you people convey your thoughts, ideas and beliefs! Hats off to all of you who put efforts to pen down those satisfying words!

                    These were her exact words. This rendered me speechless for a while. There are great flaws…. I don’t know how many can relate to this but atleast in my case there are some days when i desparately want to weave my feelings into words but somehow it gets difficult to put them together. Then there are those days when i am not at all satisfied with my words which end up deleted or into the dustbin.

                    So, the appreciation still raises the question for me. Hats off to me? ‘Really?’

                    The Eccentric new friend (Continued)

                    (This is a continuation of the story ‘The Eccentric new friend‘ posted earlier)

                    Chinmay was sweating profusely. And Sanchita too was panic stricken. One thing was for sure, that the moment Miss Solanki would choose to complain about their breaking into her room, the whole family would come down heavily upon them……


                    “Ma’am…. I.. I.. I’m sorry….am so sorry.. we weren’t upto what you think. Really…. It’s just this- this- Diary. I am really ashamed. I won’t do this again. Please don’t….” Chinmay mumbled. He was very close to tears at the thought of the thrashing he would be recieving from his family. 

                    “Why would i object young fellas coming here to meet me?” Miss Solanki said cheerfully. Chinmay and Sanchita glanced at each other, utterly bewildered.

                    “Calm down dear. Realisation and acceptance show that deep down we have regret for our act. And that becomes a step towards improvement. I am glad that you repent for you actions. Anyway-” Miss Solanki said gently “- if my diary held something that i didn’t wish anyone to read, it would be locked up somewhere. It wouldn’t be lying happily on the desk” she blinked merrily at them.

                    “Infact, i would love it if someone learns the way to read it” she beamed.

                    “Learn? Why? What’s in those pages that requires any learning?” Sanchita seemed to have found her voice by the affable demeanor of Miss Solanki. Chinmay, though elated by the fact that they were at peace, was quite surprised to voice his thoughts.

                    “Confined in these pages are my achievements, experiences, adventures…. everything that just any other diary may show. But besides that, you will also find experiences of those events which are yet to come” She said, handing over the diary to Sanchita. “Go on, have a look”.

                    “Events of the future!” Chinmay said, looking puzzled “But a diary is meant for keeping records of the past, isn’t it?”

                    “Indeed, it is meant to be” Miss Solanki said. But what’s wrong with writing about the future. I guess you must have heard the quote ‘Believe, and you are halfway through your deepest desires’. So, what else can be a better way to be certain! Pen down yourself having already achieved your desires. Visualise it. Feel it.” 

                    “I don’t mean to sound rude….but, umm….it sounds much like day dreaming” Sanchita said.

                    “Ah, there’s a difference my dear.” Miss Solanki assumed the role of a teacher that she was “You see, This isn’t just about any dreams. It is a sort of ‘Visualisation’ with a strong purpose. Only the visions without any will to act upon, are mad whims”

                    A few seconds passed in silence and then all of a sudden, Sanchita leapt to her feet saying “Chinu, i think i heard someone calling you downstairs. We must leave”

                    The delightful look on Miss Solanki’s face faded as she understood that they were trying to get away from her talks. However, she regained her composure. “Yes O’course, or else everyone might conclude that the mischief makers are upto something” She said with a wink.

                    “Thank you Ma’am. And sorry for breaking into your privacy” Chinmay said sincerely.

                    Miss Solanki nodded saying “It was nice meeting you two”.

                    “Do you reckon she is ‘Lunatic’?” Sanchita asked when they reached downstairs “Coz i certainly do. She must have a serious imbalance up there. Not sure whether she herself understands her own words”

                    “C’mon, she’s not a weirdo. I’d say she just thinks different” Chinmay said even as Sanchita walked away. 

                    Something struck him and he rushed upstairs to Miss Solanki’s room. She was arranging the stuff on her desk neatly when she noticed him standing at the door.

                    “You knew we were going to sneak your diary. The way you reacted, i don’t think you must have turned up here by sheer coincidence” Chinmay said, grinning broadly.

                    She chuckled softly and said “Yes, i had overheard your intentions. I happened to be around the ladder that leads to the rooftop where you spilled the beans to Sanchita”

                    “And yet you…..”

                    “I hardly have any visitors, Chinmay. I took an early retirement and set out to explore more for myself, leaving behind everything and everyone i was close to. It takes certain time to get accustomed.” She said wryly. 

                    “Anyway-” she continued cheerfully ” -it’s a matter of time that I’ll be off to some other place. Got much to do and many places to visit. I don’t stay at a place for too long.”

                    “You should have married, for a change. My mum and dad….you know….they keep on having rows and then it’s we who get entertained” Chinmay joked.

                    She gave out a hearty cackle of laughter.

                    “See you soon Ma’am. I do want to learn the way to read that diary. And also write one for myself.” Chinmay said before leaving.

                    He knew that he had made a new friend. Eccentric as his sister would call her. But more or less, a new friend.



                    Β© Vision

                    The Eccentric new friend

                    Chinmay returned home for the summer holidays after an eventful academic year. The wimpy lad in him was replaced by a Brawny and witty punster.
                    On the contrary(also much to Chinmay’s surprise), nothing peculiar had changed in the surroundings of his house at the peaceful countryside except for the fact that a small portion of the house on the upper storey had been rented out to an old lady.Resentment upon this was displayed in every action by him. He had always loved spending time alone in those rooms upstairs.

                    “What’s with this lady turning up here?” he asked Sanchita, his younger sister.

                    “Oh you mean Miss Solanki? She is Uncle’s family friend- a retired professor- enjoying her retired life etc etc, that’s all i know” She replied.

                    A few days passed and Chinmay used to casually glance into that room during his trips to the rooftop. The lady was apparently in her fifties with considerable greying hair. Most of the times she would be off for a stroll into the lush green village outskirts lined with trees and a nearby river bank, leaving her room wide open. In the front room, a desk had been arranged and many things lay littered on it. But the thing that always caught Chinmay’s eye was her diary which stood distinct. From childhood, Chinmay had a fascination of sneaking peeks at diaries. He loved the thrill of breaking into people’s secrets. On several occasions he was reprimanded for doing so, but his obsession hadn’t faded. A wild thought of sneaking this lady’s diary crossed his mind.

                    He voiced his thoughts to Sanchita- a perfect partner in all their childly crimes. She was a bright girl, quite inquisitive in nature, but at the same time her eyes sparkled with every opportunity of mischief. The family had faced this duo’s pranks for long before Chinmay was sent off for better studies. But whenever Chinmay returned, they proved to be a notorious combo.

                    “Chinu, are you out of your mind? You’re never gonna give up on that bad habit, are you?” She scowled at him.

                    “No more lectures from you upon that manners thing, okay? Look, i just can’t resist it. And c’mon, you’ve always enjoyed reading funny excerpts and secrets from diaries with me earlier. It’ll be fun. Don’t be a spoiler” he argued. 

                    Finally she gave in. “What’s the plan?” She asked with a devilish grin.

                    So, it was decided between these two marauders that the very next day they would sneak into that room and pick up the diary when Miss Solanki was off for her evening stroll and then head straight for the rooftop to read it. They would then place it back as soon as she could be seen returning.

                    “Seems like she is on the move” Chinmay beamed as she was seen descending the stairs right outside their front door. 

                    “Let’s go” he said as her back turned.

                    Instantly they hurried upstairs to her room, making sure she hadn’t noticed them going upstairs. As expected, she had left it open. They went straight to the desk for her diary and as soon as they laid their hands on it, a pleasant voice greeted them.“Ooh, i have some guests visiting me today”

                    Both of them quickly spun around and froze, white faced. Miss Solanki was standing at the door smiling delightfully. Except her greying hair, everything else belied her age. Her skin too didn’t show any signs of the creases which usually ought to develop with age. 

                    Her twinkling eyes, at first lingered upon them and then fell upon the diary which Chinmay had dropped on the floor in terror of the coming consequences.She raised her eyebrows in surprise at the sight of her diary. 

                    “Ah.. Curiosity-” she chuckled “It’s not a sin my dear. But yes, we must always excercise great caution while dealing with our curiosities”

                    Chinmay was sweating profusely. And Sanchita too was panic stricken. One thing was for sure, that the moment Miss Solanki would choose to complaint about this, the whole family would come down heavily upon them. Sanchita glanced at Chinmay with a “I had warned you look” and he in turn showed signs of terrible fear of the evident thrashing he would be recieving.

                    To be continued……


                    Β© Vision