Maunders

She was standing outside ..still struggling to believe , how  the one who would  never talk to a girl has out of the blue  invited a girl like  her  inside his own room.But she has to believe it for her own good as it was always that mysterious thing about him which attracted her towards him.Lost in her thoughts ,she forgot  that gift ..gift of being with him for two hours and pretending to  pay attention to those heavy calculations done by him and not noticing that smile on his cheek which could create havoc inside any girl's heart. But then she entered the room.He was busy with his books and when he noticed her standing in front of him like a good and obedient student ..all the calculations inside his mind melted in the shape of crushed heart.He smiled for a moment and then hiding the blush on his face asked her to have a seat and himself went inside kitchen to have some refreshment for her as  she had to travel a long way to be there.Meanwhile  her eyes were abruptly travel

Dear Ti! It has been a long time since we talked..I mean you talked  .I miss your blabber! I miss those days when we use to sit for hours in our second home (psychology class) and talked uselessly on irrelevant topics. Those conversations were like best part of the day... But I am glad...glad to hear that finally you are a "writer".You have  written two books and trust me I have gone through those books thrice and I still feel like reading them again .  Your writings shows a sense of maturity.It shows how you have  transformed from clumsy,introvert and  mousy girl to confident and self-assured one.And one more thing... I can see few changes in your looks too..I mean wow.. my "tallest girl" has become so beautiful!...You were charming before also but now..you are exactly what I expected you to be Matlab like "my own Miss India".You are carrying yourself  so well.And ek baat or I have  got an udti udti khabar  that some  "SCRIPT WRITING"

         It’s amazing how people search for adventure in their lives  May be because we are humans and we are never happy with whatever we have and always dream for something we want our lives to be... But always give a second thought to your feelings or your life may turn into a disaster. Stories are good only when you read it but when you are a part of that story, trust me …..You feel like your character should have been deleted .Because life becomes nothing more than a room where you have been forcefully trapped and there is no way to get out...You shout , shout a lot but no one listens because the story is so interesting that others enjoy and you become an enjoyment… This story starts from a railway station…… Winters and a big city...They were four and it was midnight. Two of them were adults and other two were teens. They were family and could do anything to run from that hell created by one among them and find a safe place which was not heaven but at leas

Sitting on the  third   bench  when  I  always  stared  at  you....your eyes looked  at her. But  I kept my hope  alive thinking  that some day you will look  back and  my eyes would try to escape  the spark of your gaze.I waited ..Waited a lot. Then, an enemy called  * distance* took away  you   from me... without warning. And  propensity  for that one gaze of you  flew away  with  as many miles  I moved away!! . I compelled the  wind around me to take a drop of   tear  from my eyes and mix it  in you and fly ..fly ...fly as far as possible  ..and finally when you reach their, sprinkle it on him .May be the drops of my tear would remind him of this stupid and geek girl.But the days  passed  and this wind never heard me  and we grew up.I hardly cared about the way I was changing and how the puberty is playing on me . May be because  all I cared about was you and how you would be changing with changing people around me. Then,one day  these books  set me free to catch the l

My black dress takes me to a house.. That house is having a door Door has two hands and it raises one hand to call me near it and pleads to open the door. It has been doing it since a long time but I always deny to open the door .I don’t want to open that door because once I do that ,door will use it’s another hand to pull me inside . And once I go inside ..I know that I will see a TABLE A PEN is kept on that TABLE and That PEN talks Once I touch that PEN,It will start talking and ultimately convince me to draw something.. And I  Know that I will draw an OLD LADY That old lady will be having a DIARY.. That DIARY will be having her PAST .. That “PAST” is having two legs and It will chase me. I will try to run but it will follow me.. AND when I will reach near DOOR and ask the DOOR to help me get outside ,It will deny! Finally,PAST would find me and narrate a story..Story of life..how we grow?..how things will change ?what I  will be doing at different transitions of m

soothe.. music,breeeze and a sleep after trouble  mollify me. flying in air with my hands up and a sleep after trouble pacify me... soothe..soothe me and I would escape .. soothe... happy faces,that smile of a baby and a sleep after trouble alleviates me staring at known faces in crowd and a sleep after trouble calms me down soothe...soothe me and I would escape.. Soothe raindrops,wet mud and a sleep after trouble allures me.. hello from sweethearts and a sleep after trouble takes the sting out.. soothe..soothe me and I would escape...

There are so many people ...There were so many people ...There will be so many people.. *many* is a good word but  *few* is best. life gives you many hard knocks,but *those few* around us are blessings.. Journey starts from those few words  we utter in our childhood and those few words connect us from others and finally  those* others * becomes our precious *few*.These precious few are those drops which never disenthrall its fluidity  and keeps on showering us with its freshness.Don't imagine a world without them ,there is no world without them.We are born ,we stay but these drops are always flourishing and flowing. jocund and sparkling with not a single sign of dryness ....they will cheer you! We choose them from mob..we select these drops from ocean.. one drop to many ..we make our own ocean..

You like dreaming,catching an emotion from there and few from here..from my heart define love? can u? Love is the only best feeling left in world ,a perfect  ecstasy It is that fragrance which is found in every flower.. It is universal,no one is spared while walking on road ,try contacting an eye..there is a fishing expedition for love  every part of you and me desire for an ulitimate result called love  everything we start from has an end result called love. But there lies  despondency! the feeling has become a rage ,everyone is in search of love  it has become an expedition ,a fight game last night I saw a dream."love" was lost from world.I was petrified and perplexed That man in my dream informed me of mob who came exclusively for stealing the *love* from planet earth..I stopped them but they did not listen...elvis has already left the building  and when love was gone,everything came to still  mumma left her baby and papa left maa. he-she were no l

That day I was in doldrums ,down with dumps That day heart craved for a new world. That day I wished for a new hope That day I was enveloped with pain and agony That day I wished for a miracle,a help from and unknown This day I am new ,Overjoyed..can't complain This day heart desire for nothing new This day I have grown,ready to face the world This day I am walking on air.. This day my miracle lies in my desire,a help from my own struggles!  

Crushed……. For all those who are desperately waiting for true   love … Since when we attained puberty We have constantly been facing a puberty attack called “crush”.. Countless crushes ,millions of emotions and ultimate failures. Crush is something which fits into each and every category of  life No matter how much he/she deny ,the geeks in your class too had a big time crush on someone (ask from me:P) Even if we are well protected from coming into contact with those beautiful faces who ruthlessly snatches our heart for a moment, we are still vulnerable..how?..those faces on your television and theatre screens are designed especially for throbbing your heart and take it away for a moment but these moments repeat themselves again and again.Last time you(including I) had crush on someone was perhaps 5 hours,3 hours or 1 hour ago and we still can’t stop thinking about him/her .This feeling of falling for strangers(most of the time) is the most outlandish feelin

LIVING   WITH A DREAM life is something when we live it with a dream... and when those dreams  start arranging a funeral for itself, it is a bad dream! so,don't worry because good dreams are waiting audaciously for you. We all have few aspirations we strive for!!living without aspirations are like...... not breathing.You ,him,her and they …....all have something in common……..>dreams< !! Some dream small,other big and still others dream impossible…. but we all dream!! Some dream for sky,others dream for universe but we all dream. And there is one more thing good about these dreams..yes the support which we get to fulfill these dreams.These *supports* become are our best friends because they see something in us and thinks that we are good enough to make those dreams come true. Life becomes a story when we have dreams in our eyes...... And when those dreams   finally becomes a reality….yes that is the point when story takes a halt   and   that

GODS OF TOMORROW….. Aartee shree Aishwarya ji ki….Katrina ki bhi and Priyanka maata ki bhi… Hmm did u ever think who are going to be Gods of tomorrow? Well!ofcourse not you because you are not as beautiful as Priyanka ….ok !you are a guy(ladka …not cow!!)..then you are not   salman who is followed not only in India but across the countries.These are the people we know about the most.Well ,they are going to be Gods of tomorrow!...let’s take you to the future ….. Now you are solitary and on your own..who alone knows the truth that people around you are birdbrains or have been fooled by their previous generation nitwits .OK,LET’S Take a walk on the road…..damn!an exclusive,hulky and capacious temple of Shahrukh khan and a whale of a crowd waiting outside for darshan with agarbatti ,dhupbatti and prasand in their hands. Acha!you are a fan of Shahrukh,but oops..you are not going to find Shahrukh inside   the temple but you can surely find a murti of him . HMM..now