55 WORD FICTION

I sit in front of the mirror, looking at the reflection of the sleeping man whom I love.
So peaceful, gentle, handsome, like an angel.
Will I ever be able to leave him?
I let a tears of surrender fall down and begin to apply makeup to cover up the bruises of the night before.

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OSCAR COMES TO BOSKYANA

They say pictures speak a thousand words. Well for all Gulzar fans like me this picture is as amazing as the man himself, as divine as his poems as surreal as his lyrics and as engaging as his movies. I am short of words right now so let me not even try it. Gulzar Saab many many congratulations from all your fans across the world. You are simply the best!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody deserves this more than you.

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55 WORD FICTION

"When will I be able to play again?"

"Maybe next week."

"I cant wait. I used to play at school. I am my school's best player".

"I'm sure you are."

How could she tell him that he would never walk again let alone play?

A wheelchair was brought in at that very moment.

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A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
A setting,
One or more characters,
Some conflict, and
A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)

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WHY NOT POLITICS, PRIYANKA?

Elections are around the corner. Campaigns are in full swing. politicians are covering the length and bredth of the country promising everything to the voters except the moon and the stars (thankfully!!!!!).

Manifestos are out.

Mud slinging game are in full force. Parties are pitching in their best candidates to woo the voters, feiry speeches and best orators are the order of the day.

And as usual when the Congress is campaigning can Priyanka Gandhi be far behind?? Now she is easily one of their best campaigners, and to think that she does not harbour any potential political ambitions is but a difficult pill to swallow.

Everytime she is campaigning there is such a buzz around her. Journalists keep asking her the same questions and she answers them in her usual inimitable style with a laugh and a wave of her hand that she will remain a long time campaigner only.

Now why on earth she does not want to join politics is best known to her only!!!!! But I want to ask her why not babes???? You have everything going for you. The name, the pedigree, the looks everything.

I mean she is n times better than her brother. Its not that I have an aversion to Rahul Gandhi, but somehow that man lacks the charisma to be a leader. He just does not possess that leadership quality. There is something missing in him which no doubt Priyanka possesses. There is a "noor" on her face. When she speaks you want to listen to her, when she enters somewhere you want to look at her.

An amazing looker, tall, charismatic with a certain x quality in her makes her a more endearing and viable candidate than her sibling. She connects to people in a better way than Rahul, she is a better orator than him, her command over the language is also better, and somehow I feel she should be the heir apparent. But then she does not want this and clearly endorses her brother as the future pm.

But why why Priyanka are you not interested in joining active politics. Why do you just want to remain a long life campaigner when you can be much more???? I would love to see you represent India globally. I would love to see you standing next to Barack Obama. It would truly be the meeting of equals in all respects. I want India to be led by young energetic, charismatic leaders like you who have it in them (hopefully!!!!) to bring a change we all are fighting and looking for. I want to see you as someone who will set an example for the future generation to come.
I want to see you, PRIYANKA GANDHI, as the Prime minister of India.

SASURAL - GENDA PHOOL

I have been hearing this song DELHI 6 for quite some time. When I heard it first , I just did not understand it. I did not like the beats, the mix of hip hop and folk music with ghungroo beats thrown in between. I found it to be quite a "khichdi" ( this seems to be my favorite word nowadays, though I hate it when it is made at home). Anyways coming to the song, the lyrics too went over my head, and I did not even made out some words sung by rekha bhardawaj

But the more I heard this song, I really found it growing on to me. I was unconciously humming this song. I had still not understood the lyrics completely. I was completely flabbergasted as to why the lyrics were the way they were. And to top it all, I still had not seen the movie, so I was not even sure whether this song was a part of the narrative or not, whether it was necessary part of the movie

Finally I saw DELHI 6 last week and I finally saw the song, heard it and let me tell you for a long long time such a beautiful song has not been heard in hindi movies. The picturisation , the setting, the pace, everything just everything about this song is mindblowing.Its presence in the movie is as beautiful as mandatory since it acquaints Abhishek's character to the traditions and rituals practiced in India. If you are a lover of contemporary music there is no way you will not love this song.

Now the song is "GENDA PHOOL". I am so totally taken in by this song that it has been playing continuously on my laptop, my i pod , my phone. The lyrics which are so unusual got me thinking, why is the "sasural" (in laws place) is being compared to "genda phool"? Why not any other flower???? Here is what I think could be the possible explanation:

Genda phool (marigold in english) is a complex flower. Marigold is an inflorescence. Inflorescence as in every petal of this flower is a complete flower in itself and are arranged around a single stem. So even though every petal is complete in itself, they become whole , together to form a genda phool collectively into one flower. They will not be complete without each other. So it is complex in nature.

So is it with the "sasural", which is a complex place, with different relations like saas, nanad, devar being individual flower or petal of genda phool but collectively joined together at the stem to form a complete flower called "sasural" or genda phool. And each relation is not complete without each other. So the inlaws place is a complex place to stay in so to say the least.

Understanding it, I enjoy this song even more. I just love it. I love the lyrics (simple words like bush shirt, so commonly used in India), the laziness of the song, the nasal vocals of Rekha, the teasing which goes on (like oye hoye oye hoye). It's so simple yet so witty.

I'm going to play this song incessantly on my wedding sangeet. I'm going to dance to this song which would be a real nice break from those dumb five star wedding sangeets where we dance like robots on that "dance floor".



Barefoot, with bangles jingling in my hand dancing to the tune of this earthy song on my terrace, with my sister and friends teasing me....I can see myself doing this ohhhh wow!!!!!! Now all I wish is that my "saiyaanji" wear a bush shirt and chew a beeda paan so that is shaan is unbeatable in entire Kolkata. LOL!!!!!!!

P.S. anyone with a different take on this song is most welcome to post it in comments. would love to hear anything about this beautiful song.


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HUMAN INSTINCTS

In the beginning, there was something called jealousy.

All it did was want.

The pet of it was named greed.

It fed off of jealousy but it was never full.

Jealousy had a cloth that previoulsy covered its left face.

It took it off, and then there was shame, with the distasteful marks that it wanted to hide on its face, waiting to face the truth.

Truth harmed shame, and as it sobbed of pain, it said, “I want to be innocent.”

Jealousy took over and said , “Why can't you ? It isn't fair that others can, is it? One way or another, together, we can acheive.”

Greed kept chewing on jealousy's leg.

Later, from the mix of jealousy ,greed, and shame, came anger,perversion, and embarrasment. And more were to come.

But there was one unlike the others.

That came from shame and greed.

Oddly enough, it was named ...hope.

But in the end, they all wanted.

P.S. I really don't know what I had intended to write. Its a lot of things that were going on in my mind. Its come out as a "khichdi". Maybe I wanted to say a lot of things but ran out of words. I know its a little wierd post but please tell me what you thought about it. I really need a lot of feedback.

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LOVE - A GIFT

She sat across the room from him, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat on the pillows. With him, yet in another world.
Wrapped in the white fluffy robe he had so lovingly purchased for her on their first night together, she observed yet didn't intrude.
She watched as his fingers slid back and forth across the strings.
One hand gently plucking while the other moved of it's own accord.
The sound was soulful, magical.
His head bent, he studied his movements, lost within the rhythm he alone could hear in his head and his entire body flowed with the creation.
While he didn't know it, this was the true gift she wanted to receive.
To know him like no one else.
Within his own element, in the seclusion of the music room he was not pressured to be what everyone expected him to be, but to just be himself.
This is the way she loved him.
This was the man that had brought about such a change in her life.
They had both gone to such distances to get to each other.
To be just what each other had needed, had longed for forever.
The feeling of comfort and excitement, both flowing at the same time.
To know just what each other desired with a look.
"Just what do you have?" people would ask, and all she could do was smile.
"Was it worth all of the changes?" people would ask, and he would smile back.
No words were needed.

As if reading her thoughts he stilled his hands and looked up at her.
"I love you."
And she smiled.


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