Sunday, 29 June 2014


 My teacher asked me if I was interested  in going for a cultural summit in japan. I beamed with joy.Only 5 students were selected and i was one of them!!.it was an Einstein "i am so brainy" moment for me. I packed my bags and reached japan but duh!! we were not permitted to leave the hotel and i was getting pissed off with the smiling monalisa in the room. So one fateful day i decided to sneak out of the room when everybody was busy watching the back to back episodes of yo yo hakusho. 
I stood outside the elevator ,waiting for it to open.*thud* i feel as soon as the door opened. He came out of the elevator and stooped low to lift me up. Jeezz!!! i just saw snake eyes!!! oh my god!! oh my god!! SNAKE EYES. My heart played a medley of yash chopra romantic numbers.All cheesy and cliched filmy things were happening to me.The wind was blowing my hair in a regal manner,flowers were been showered,everything was happening in slow motion.He carried me inside the elevator and gestured if i was fine. "I-A-M F-I-N-E" i stuttered.
Snakes eyes was my favourite character from the marvel comics,if you dont trust me then check my closet. I have more comics than i have clothes!!. "I am your biggest man.... eh.. i mean fan" i bluttered out.He didn't say anything as a matter of fact he couldn't say anything because his vocal chords were totally damaged but i thought he smiled behind the visor. "Ah lobb hobbb ubb arr" i was beginning to talk gibberish. I did some deep breathing stuff that i see ramdev doing everyday on astha channel and composed myself. "I love how you are, snakes.i like your personality,your attire,your katana,your visor.i even like that arashikage tatoo on your shinobi". He put a hand on his left and beat it like they do in that hero honda desh ki dhadkan ad. "You mean that you like it too" i asked him. He nodded his head.
"ohkay! snakes can you please give me an autograph" i put on a puppy face. pheww! i was carrying a pen but damn i didnt have a paper. He took my hand and began writing on my palm. "Awwww" i was awwing. To juhi with lots of love, snake eyes  he wrote ."Oh man now i wont wash my hand for days" i smiled. Strangely enough he began laughing. More strange because i 'HEARD' him laughing. He removed his mask. It was my fellow classmate who had been selected along with me on this trip.
"juhi you are such a jerk!! i saw the snake eyes pictures on your phone and decided to fool you" He chuckled.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Friday, 27 June 2014


The disco lights dazzled as Ira  danced the night away swaying her body rhythmically to the tunes the jockey played.
He came over and wrapped his hands around her waist,pulling her closer.
"Baby i love how you dance" he whispered in his husky and oh-so-sexy voice.
Ira blushed and turned towards him. She ran a quick finger around his square jaws  "i can do a lot many more things,Parth" she said with a coquettish grin.
At 6ft 2 with an athletic built,Parth was a chic magnet.He had deep black eyes so heavenly,so tempting, that you were bound to fall in love with him.Such colossal was his charm!
"I cant wait anymore.lets go to my place" he teased her.
"Fine" she smiled
In the entire 10 minute ride to Parth's house Ira looked at him admiringly and thought how lucky she was to have someone like him in her life.
They have known each other only for a few weeks now and at this very disco was the first time they met.With him Ira experienced the priceless and incredible emotion called LOVE.
Today she was visting his place for the first time so her excitment knew no limits.
Soon they reached his place.
Parth escorted her to his room.It was pitched dark inside.
"You are going to love this" he whispered gripping her shoulders hard.  
The lights switched on.
Her eyes literally popped out in horror to what she saw.A sudden chill ran down her spine.
The next thing she remembered she was hit by something hard on her head.
"good bye, ira" the voice said.

Sunday, 22 June 2014


Its 6 in the morning and i cant sleep a wink,not after that call.

"hello riya, this is doctor nanda. your biopsy reports have arrived and the results aren't have stage 3 lung cancer with three months to live."he coldly spoke

upon hearing the utterances for the very first time,i went pale and started shivering. i couldn't felt as if someone was choking me from within.
'why me' was all i could ask.
i was just 18,fresh out of school and ready to take on the new phase of my life.all the dreams that i had roped in for my future came crashing down. my father died of cancer too, now i will follow the same fate soon!
i could see my end- in some hospital bed,wailing in pain.....with tubes sticking to what-not places in my body.
i was busy mourning my own death and heaping filmy dialogue baazis  at god  for his three month ultimatum when something inside me charged me up.i sat bolt upright.
'why am i crying like this,i am not dead yet.i cant go on mourning like this for the few days that are left.all my life i have lived like this, burying myself deep inside in some no-mans land so that no one can see me , living in my own seclusion.NOT ANYMORE

today i will live as if it were my last day'

i went straight to my mother and hugged her tight.she gave me a baffling look afterall this was the numero uno hug she was recieving from her dotting princess.
"mom i have never told you this before but i really love you. i love you more than i love anyone."i was nearly in tears. a mother daughter relation is always so touchy touchy.
"whats the matter" she asked recovering from the million volts shock from the sudden display of emotions.
"nothing, i gotta go. will catch you later" i announced and reached for the door." by the way mum,my personal diary that you have been hunting for so long is in the closet, you can read it."
i jumped through the stairs and made my way out.the roads were staring blankly at me, asking me to walk on them. the clouds rolled open a red carpet of cool breeze for me. i strided on it like a seasoned actress would.
i shaked my legs or rather my hips to shakira's tunes.'and i am on tonight, you know my hips dont lie something.... something... hmm...'. i stopped upon reaching the coffee house where me and friends used to hangout. 'hey' i waved at the barista. 'hello' came the reply.'you know what, the coffee at this place sucks'i added sticking my tongue wide out.'but i still come over here beacuse i find you so cute'
the guy's mouth hung open.
how did this shy lass turn so bold overnight he must have thought.even i didnt knew i was capable of such things.
i strolled towards the foot bridge and saw kids half my age begging for money.''hey i dont have money but here take these chocolates'' the kids gleefully smiled like they had struck gold. i continued with my journey, laughing at the death gods straight in the face.'see, you cant scare me'

two men were deep engrossed in a conversation when i out of habit eavesdropped.
'' now how do we find a clown at such a short notice"

"there is no way we can find one, lets cancel the programme at the centre."

"excuse me, i heard your conversation. can i be of any help to you guys'' i intervened.
''we want a clown, can you be one" he fumed up.
''yes'' i smiled without a moments hesitation.
the two men were dazed at my response.
'' are you sure, you can be a clown. you have to perform at a centre for mentally retarded people''

'' i am up for any thing" i smiled yet again
'' and how much do we need to pay you"
" the impeccable smiles of my viewers is all that i need''
''you are in"
within an hour i became bobo the clown and hijacked the stage.the pure and honest laughs of my spectators made me laugh too. happiness is highly contagious after all.

in one day riya the clumsy and shy caterpillar  had metamorphosised into riya the colorful and bold butterfly.i heard  my phone beep and picked it up.
"hello riya, this is doctor nanda.i know you would get mad at me after listening this but please hang on till i finish. your reports were mixed up due to our dont have cancer. you are completely fine.we are extremely sorry for our just killed you."

"no doc,it just taught me how to live". i hunged up the phone.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Friday, 20 June 2014


The inevitable has happened, my tablet has finally lost its battle for survival(RIP!! tabbbie, you will be remembered) but i been the self proclaimed doctor who has been taught to cling to even the faintest pulse of the patient, did  just the righteous thing. i took it to the service centre hoping that maybe something could just happen.the people at the centre told me to leave the tablet over there, for them to do certain inspections on it. i happily obliged, as i could finally see a silver lining!!. i came here with hope and now i was hopping my way out in utter joy!!. as i was on my way out the service centre guy asked me '' mam does your phone have some password or patent lock". i nodded my head for a password lock as i had no idea what the heck a patent lock was!!.the guy asked me my that moment all i could do was thank god for not keeping something bizzare and disgusting(if you know what i mean) as my password.i straight away would have made my izzat ka faluda if i did so.


She was like you, she was like me
she had enchanting brown eyes that dreamed
but everyday behind the close doors
her dreams were throttled
she was just flesh and bones to them
who never bothered to know
"who was she?"

this post has been written for five sentence fiction and the prompt word this week was 'fenced'

Wednesday, 18 June 2014


When i initiated my journey in the blogosphere,i did so to let my thoughts (at times profound but mostly absurd) reach out to masses(masses!! now thats serious wishful thinking). i wanted a platform for my views and opinions.thus the idea of awards was completely alien to me but when i came to know about the other bloggers and read their works( and the milieu awards that they flaunted) the hungry  award craving beast inside me woke i extensively began my search for different blogging awards and stumbled upon the liebster's but trust me getting it is a different feeling all together.i take this opportunity to thank aathira she writes at bewitched by words and nominated me for this award.she hails from kerala and pens beautiful short check them out.

The Liebster Award Official Rules:

If you have been nominated for The Liebster Award AND YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, write a blog post about the Liebster award in which you:

1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.

2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)

3. Answer 11 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.

4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.

5. Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)

6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.

7. List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here.) Once you have written and published it, you then have to:

8. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!


1.your secret obsession?
collecting foreign coins

2. your favourite smell?
the earth's smell post the rain

3.what inspires you to write a post?
my imbecile mind

4.what is your therapy to get through the lows of your life?

crying! crying! crying! destination you have dreamt visiting?
I so want to visit a pagoda you think love gives way to reality?

7.what do you love getting as gifts?

8.given a chance to undo a mistake would you do it or leave it as it is?
i would leave it as it is because these mistakes have made me what I bam

9.what do you like to blog the most about?
myself!(narcissism alert)

10.what is the craziest thing you have ever done?
ahem! ahem! somethings are better off under the wraps

11.what is the biggest dream for you right now?
getting into some good college


I am a serial dreamer
I talk to myself more than i talk to others
I live in my own realm created in my head where i am the queen bee and other are the drones
I hate hypocrisy though i am a hypocrite myself
I like to observe people
I like rings but not the usual gold,silver or diamond ones. i prefer titanium,tungsten,steel etc
I have an army of stuff toys (heil juhi!!)
i am a bathroom dancer
i talk in my head all day long
I love to watch doraemon , courage the cowardly dog and powerpuff girls
I want to be a genetic engineer


ritesh aggarwal of  a book is a sexy thing
crimson curls of my sundry notes
yashi shrivastava of split strings

I put forth the same questions to these bloggers as asked to me by aathira
congrats to all the bloggers!

Monday, 16 June 2014


Every bengali student has surely dreamt of  studying at the prestigious presidency college and  If not that then atleast they have atleast  heard about the college.  Presidency is india's oldest college where for the very first time western style of education was introduced. Some very eminent scholars and scientists have been associated with this college , Amartya Sen, Jagdish Chandra Bose, Satendranath Bose,Michael Madhusudhan Dutt,Meghnad Saha, Rabindranath Tagore , Sukumar Ray to name a few. After seeing such  heavyweight names associated with the college  I too had this desire to be a part of  this legacy  though I in no way whatsoever  a genius or a high flyer student . Today I had the admission test for this college and I was more excited about seeing the college than taking  the exam .  After kerbing in the traffic for a frustrating 30 minutes which seemed like a lifetime, I finallly reached my dream place. The place where the college is located is quite apt as well. It's called the college street, where one can find any, and I  emphasise,  any book. After passing through a lieu of neverending book stalls, I reached the main gate. It  was here that  I came to know that 4500 students have exactly the same dream that I have. All the  students were asked to make a line and get in, the moment I entered the campus, I thought I would smell the glorious past of this place but all I could smell was sweat and other's too , everyone was standing so close to one another that it was getting hard even to breathe and the scorching heat right on top of our heads only added to our suffering. The senior year students nearly cracked their vocal cords by screaming, they had to announce the roll numbers and the candidates were asked to rush in as if it were some military boot camp.  Isomehow completed this leg and went one step ahead, were another bunch of senior students stood and were literally hollering over your head  '' faster! faster! faster!''. Dude what was I  , Milkha singh!. if I could move one bit faster I would have been selected for the olympics.  Luckily I was nimble footed enough  to complete this daunting leg too. Finally,  I was inside. I took a scrutinizing look at everything though  I was completely drained out after that mayhem. I keenly observed all the classrooms and the washrooms too. Then came the highly awaited part, we were given the question papers and omr sheets.  I  intelligently took one fine look at it, I have this innate talent to pass extremely intelligent looks when I am confronted with a challenging situation even though I might be totally clueless about how do deal with it .  I went through the paper and encircled the right options but here was the catch, it was clearly mentioned that 25% marks will be deducted for every wrong answer.  Wasn't 63 seats for 4500 candidates lousy enough that they had to come up with this. I held the pen firmly in my hand  to begin ,  only to realise it was of the person sitting next to me ( I  somehow am programmed to goof up at crucial moments).  The negative marking part was still creeping me out. Everytime even if a single tiny, micro tiny blot of ink spread over some question I shrieked, in my head ofcourse. 1 hour into the exam and a final year student came and told us that no negative marking was there. I felt like punching that guy for coming so late but resisted after taking a clear look at his grotesque physique. Now atleast I had one less thing to worry about . I answered all the questions , even the ones I didn't knew . The bell rang and I came out of the room to be a part of that enormous queue again.
All in all even if  I dont get admission in this college,  I am still content  to have come this far ( I cant come up with anything better to mask my disappointment!).

PS: I saw one really nice graffiti on the college walls that I could not  stop sharing

'' Stop racism, be like a panda
It's black and white and asian too plus it's chubby aswell:)''

Friday, 13 June 2014


All my life i went after money.
I dreamt big cars,big houses and a pocket full of cash.
Today, i have it all but all i wish now is to walk again
get up from my wheel chair
relive the boyhood days that i lost for my imbecile pursuits
and dance frivolously....... like those kids in the rain.

this post is written for five sentence fiction and the prompt word this week was 'wish':D


For a few weeks now, I have been busy filling up admission forms of colleges, I  have filled up forms for some 19-20 colleges and the common link between all these forms are..... MY GOOF UPS!!.
As careless as I am, in all these forms I have left behind my goofy footprints.
In one form I entered my name as 'juhi ryo'(instead of juhi roy) and 'juhi yo' in some other. In the monthly income column ,I added a few extra zeros & made it look something like this '4,00,00,000 (yeah! I thought ratan tata will bear my college expenses).
in some other form, I signed as the principal (whosoever said about the proverbial 'mighty pen' was right afterall!)
the list of my 'oops' moments just goes on....
ticking the wrong gender, entering the wrong marks,writing 'indian' as 'bhindian' to name a few.

PS: After submitting such erroneous forms I just hope some college is kind enough to give me an admission.(any takers?? huh!?)

Wednesday, 11 June 2014


When i was young,i loved viewing advertisements,i watched them religiously and with utmost interest. to me these ads were more engaging than the soap operas they sponsored.even now these ads please me like anything! they have a whole world of their own,were they sell 'happiness'. every advert is woven around the concept of happiness. how so& so beauty cream alters your entire persona and wuff!! from a dull plain jane you become a barbie princess overnight with a glowing and ever so growing smile on your face. the tag line of certain pizza joint is 'khushiyon ki home delivery'(so these people are not just selling happiness they are taking it one notch higher by delivering it on your doorstep!!). fashion brands show ads on how their clothes make you go all happie happie and classie classie.

but the million dollar question that i have pent up in my mind is do these things really make us happy? can happiness really be bought?

to me its partly yes and partly no. these things do make us happy and fuel our vain pride but it doest last for fades away sooner or later.the happiness dies as the object of our happiness grows old.

so after some extensive reasearch( thanks to google!) i have come up to the conclusion that actually our whole definition of happiness is faulty. we relate material possessions to being happy but in our naive glory we miss out on the fact that  happiness is not having the best of everything. if this were so then the richest people would have been the most happiest.

happiness is more so linked to our interior than the exterior. its all in our head. 

so just deep breathe look in the mirror and smile. some days to youRself. some days to others and sing along

" Because I’m happy Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof Because I’m happy Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth Because I’m happy Clap along if you know what happiness is to you Because I’m happy Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do''

Saturday, 7 June 2014


the delhi heat glided through my skin and i lazily ,dreamy eyed oogled at the commuters who passed by. with every stroke of  the steering wheel, i was drifting far off from this place. my place.
i have spent my whole life over here,i am delhiite,a hard core delhiite( or so i presume), my 17 year long life at this place danced in front of my eyes, all memories passed me by, some sweet,some sour but all worth remembering! at this present moment i am reminded this song" it is a bitter sweet symphony thats life......."

Tuesday, 3 June 2014


He came with a  bouquet in his hands. 

she frailly smiled at his sight.

wiping his moist eyes,he went up.

slowly lifting her scarf,he kissed her balding head.

wrapping his fingers in her emaciated ones, he asked

"will you marry me?"

(this post is written  for five sentence fiction,the prompt word was marriage.)
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