The 100th 'Dream'y post

Well , before I began to open my chatter box , first let me wish you Deepak a lot of wishes and congratulations for completing and reaching this landmark .. Although I am writing your 100th post :P , I , on behalf of every reader would like to express our happiness by offering you a sweet chocolate cake :D ( Akele mat khana , you need to share with us , and that goes without saying .. otherwise we will stop coming to your blog :P heheheheh..Just kidding ! :D )

Now coming on to the field , huh ..what to tell about this guy ?? Well , this is one of the best blogger friend with whom I have hardly had one or two personal interaction and others via our blogs .. (Now this is a perfect example of virtual friendship , hai na ? ) It was One Another Night , as far as I remember that I landed on his blog and commented .. From then on , I was always dragged towards this space by the wonderful , painful , beautiful words that somehow always left me with strokes of imagination from the brushes of his words ..

If my poor memory is right , then from then on I always commented on his post .. Every time , I would finish reading the last line , I would be filled up with emotions , that would be beautifully portrayed in words . And then his shayari blog ... Omg !! Deepak , you really write wonderful shayaris yaar .. They just leave me spellbound , and it makes me wonder that how come a Chartered Accountant , ( yeah a CA!!! ) can play with words , in small numbers and yet bring out so many emotions and at times rigger so many thoughts to the readers .. Indeed , thats not easy right ??

Another thing that I really appreciate and fascinates me about him is his enthusiastic nature .. One can see him experimenting with various genres in writing .. Haikus , 55 fictions , poems , shayaris , stories , microfiction , personal , I can go on and on .. And maybe I will short in words to keep writing , but his spirit and passion to write , is really laudable .. Calling himself amateur , yet at times his writing boasts of thoughts from a matured mind , really makes me wonder that how this shayar can call himself as an 'amateur' ?

Personally , though I don't know much about him , all I know he is really a good hearted person , with elements of softness in his nature . His maturity speaks when you interact with him and his careful selection of words , honesty , simplicity really makes you feel that this is one friend who is trustworthy ..

And the one biggest thing , oh how can I forgot that ? His comments on my blog and the invisble support he gives me ... Well , thank you soooooooo much Deepak , especially for that 'one' comment , which actually still makes my blog going .. It wasn't that I didn't receive any other comment or bloggies who told me not to leave , but reading your comment , I dunno why , made me take a step back on my own decision , which made my plunge into blogging again .. So buddy , every time I post something , somewhere in the corner of my smile , your words still reside there :)

I am really thankful that I met such a wonderful friend in blogosphere .. And Deepak , thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to making an advance booking to write here , weeks back :) I really am still smiling and writing here was really a pleasure .. On behalf of every reader , I congratulate you once again on your 100th step in blog world and I wish I get the opportunity to write the 200th post soon :P:D

Dreamy,

That was really a special treat. Thank you for this. Like you, me too have got a really nice friend on the blogosphere, and that is YOU. You may not believe that but I'm an amateur writer. I really am. I have a long way to go before I can really introduce myself as a 'writer'.

And like you said, I was one of the reasons you didn't quit blogging, I always will. You can't leave us in the midway. This beautiful journey of writing is all about walking together, always.

Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful post and taking my blog posts to three digits. And yes, keep yourself ready to write my 200th post. You're booked again in advance.

Thanks for the chocolate cake of course. I would love to share it with all the readers. Lick your fingers, I don't mind.

Hugs,

Deepak.

The Stubborn Kid

Last night was not ordinary. It wasn't extraordinary either. There happened something that wasn't happened before. I stepped into the shoes of my grandpa and he stepped into mine. Let me mention here that he is too old to realize that he was actually behaving like a little kid. As I said, he is too old, 91 years to be exact. He is more than 3.5 times elder than me. But last night he again turned 3.5 years old kid.

He is not well since some days. And he was so frustrated that he decided not to eat anything and end up his life like that. And let me tell you that he is a real stubborn. Once he has decided to do or not to do something then no one can change his mind easily. He is like Salman Khan of the movie 'Wanted' which says 'ek baar maine jo commitment kar di phir mein apne aap ki bhi nahi sunta'. We had to request him for almost an hour to eat something. But he was he. Then me and dad pulled him by his arm and made him sit on the bed. Everything was OK till now.

What caught my attention the most was that he was too weak to hold the spoon and eat. I mean he was never like that. He was more fit than other family members even in his 80s. I fed him. He was eating like a kid. Eating less and falling more. I was thinking how it all happened. There were days when he used to feed us like this and today it was all in reverse order. Me turning his grandpa and he turning a kid again.

After he was done with his meal, he said something which caught my attention even harder. He said 'tum jeet gaye'. And in his words I felt that though I have done something good for him but he was feeling like a lost warrior.

I don't scare of death but I scare of getting old.

I Fear

"Hey, look down, it is so scary", one of my friends shouted.

"Harry, come forward. See the cars and the people look like shrunk", Oliver said without looking back at me.

"No, I'm scared of the height", I replied looking at the other side. A beautiful Dove was teaching her baby Dove how to fly. I wished some day I could fly without fear.

P.S. - The story may be fictional but I actually fear of the height and this is one of the things I want to conquer.

For: Thursday Tales

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Pictorial Words # 1

P.S. - This time, like words, the picture used in this post is all mine. Clicked it some time back on a late summer night.

Also prompted at: Three Word Wednesday

Statue

"Pay the rent or leave this space", his landlord ordered him, "I'm going to my native place to donate some silver statues for the temple. Make your mind before I return."

"OK", he couldn't speak more. Perhaps statues are more precious than living beings, he thought, or maybe God is nothing more than a statue.

P.S. - Well, I tried to speak from the heart of a poor tenant in this 55 fiction but I personally believe and have immense faith in God. He knows what we deserve and He knows how and when we'll get it. He has His own ways. Have Faith.

Escape

Each night a new player

Tired of living a blemish life

Lonely prostitute seeks escape

For: Haiku Heights # 12 and One Single Impression # 137

Rejoice

In your eyes deep down

I look for nothing but love

My life rejoices

For: Haiku Heights # 11 and Room for Romance # 1

Nightmare

Everyone has nightmares. Some are forgotten, some are lifelong. I also have them quite often. Most of them I forget the very next day. But there is one I couldn't forget till now though it happened a long time ago when I was a kid. The very thought of those small yet horrible incidents haunt me even today.

"Hey, come on, lets play inside", he invited me to his home like any other day. I couldn't read his intentions at that time.

"Will you get me chocolates?", I innocently asked and declared,"Only then I'll come to play with you". I thought it was a genuine demand of a 7 years kid.

"Yes I do have. Come on, get in", he played his trick.

We used to play for hours together. At some times he was very caring while at times he behaved rude. I couldn't understand his volatile moods.

"Come here, sit on my lap", he would ask me and I'd do as directed.

I thought he loved me. At that time I couldn't distinguish between loving and love making. I thought I was playing with him. But it was him who was playing with me, my body. Though sometimes it felt something was going wrong but I couldn't offend. I could only wait till he was finished. I couldn't understand anything and used to keep a demure smile. I was more interested in the chocolates.

***

"Well, that's a case of pedophilia", my Psychiatrist told me when I finished describing my nightmare to her.

"Pedophilia?", I asked to clarify the term which was alien to me.

"Its the activity of having sexually involved with the children", she clarified.

I was shocked to know the fact that someone sexually harassed me in my childhood. "But how to overcome this nightmare now?", I asked angrily.

"Cool down, there is nothing to worry about now. It was just a phase of time that has passed a long time ago. All you need to do is that never think about those incidents. The more you'll think about it the more it will haunt you", she showed a genuine care and attention.

I walked back to the home and wished I never loved chocolates. I somehow get to know to overcome my nightmare.

P.S. - It is just a piece of fiction but a bitter reality in our society in which innocent children are sexually harassed by their neighbors, relatives or even their own family members. The child doesn't understand at first but never forgets when he does after some time. The nightmare follows to haunt him for the rest of his life.

For Three Word Wednesday

Treat To My Followers

Here is a special treat to all my followers. Since I've started blogging, I've made very good friends here. Here are some friendship awards I've got from Bikram and now offering to all of you. So, if you're one of my followers, grab them all and take them as 'Thank You' notes. I'm really thankful to all of you for sharing beautiful relation of friendship with me.

I really wish our friendship go a long way, no matter we ever meet or not...

...If not, we never call each other stranger for we've known for so long now and will continue...

...and if we do, we meet like we've known each other since ages...

...In any case, we'll be friends forever and ever and ever, till the last breath, till the last beat, till the last moment, no matter we never meet.

And the below ones are from adreamygal. Thank you dreamy. These are also for all of you.

You're as sweet as honey...

...If only you're around, I don't need many...

...and I'm always there, whenever you need any.

The Innocence

"Can it change my luck?", she asked curiously pointing to one of the toys I was selling in the robust feast.

"Who told you this princess?", I asked.

"My Mom says, to change your luck you need to have a lucky charm", she replied with all her innocence,"so I'm finding one".

I smiled and gave it to her. She walked away smilingly. I knew it won't change anything, but then there are certain things which are priceless, like her little eyes carrying dreams of having living a life she deserves.

Sometimes the innocence wins everything.

For: Three Word Wednesday and

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