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Late at night, He sits with unsleepy eyes and a rubik's cube in hand, trying to solve      but in vain. Just the way the day had been. Late at night He sits with his camera trying to spot and capture what might have been going missing from his naked eyes. All in vain.. Late at night He sits with books trying to read and find out something, something vital that He doesn't yet know.. but to no avail !! Late at night He sits in front of the computer screen with the key board in hand trying to write what can't be said, Still in vain... Late at night He opens the windows and stands in chill for half an hour only to realize that the night has ended and its early morning Yet again!! (c)2012 Priyaa Arora Like my page On Facebook  HERE

Preeti Shenoy has come up with   'Wish list Wednesdays   under which every Wednesday till January, there will be a creative prompt. The first creative prompt is: The three things I badly wish I could have are..................................    So here's my  Not-So-Secret-Wish-List # A good collection of White Kurtis, White shirts and Blue jeans.  Every time, well call it destiny or whatever, I have only one white kurti at one point of time. This time its even cruel that the one I have is not much of my choice. I purchased it as I wasn’t able to find any other, Partly because of my laziness.  Well, I am not very particular with regard to my wardrobe but I usually don’t get what I want. But this is one thing I am serious about now. :P # Atleast one Novel published to my credit. Well, why think smaller? I want a no.of novels published to my credit. I think the first book requires most of hard-work although I do agree its none the less in your next books

I am not a painter and I am not  being mod est when I say that! But there are two paintings I wish to share here and I am sharing it. I did these two paintings back in may. I couldn't do the images I had in my mind but still this is a painting that does capture something. I didn't realize while doing it, I just wanted to fill colors into something for it was de-stressing me. But after a few days when I saw it again, It said something. Somewhere I feel this painting very well captures the mood of my poem  Emptiness , Although I composed  Emptiness  long back and ofcourse I have overcome that emotion. Still Read the poem  Here . This painting I did just because I wanted to paint something. And ofcourse I couldn't go beyond the waters, grass, sky and a rock. This image was in my drawing book when I was in seventh standard so I re-drew it from my mind. (c)2012 Priyaa Arora

Isn’t it strange? You get a feeling that you have nothing in this world. And at the same moment You are afraid of losing. Not money, not reputation but something, something you don’t know but have a feeling that it exists. You can’t name it. Its just….something. Technically speaking, as cynics would say, you can’t lose anything if you don’t have anything. But life doesn’t follow any technique or some Dumb head’s stated facts and theorems. Feelings and thoughts are something you have no control over. You can divert your mind, but not for long. The deepest feelings remain. You can’t hide them or hide from them. Its easier to say that you shouldn’t feel you don’t have something or you should always see glass half-full. The fact is, Often in life, we do feel something is missing and also sometimes we do feel we don't want to lose you-don't-know-what.                              You can read like maniacs, watch movies like anything, cook to divert mind but it

GoodReads  says: The uneasy calm in Greater Boston Global Bank (GB2) is shattered when a series of murders rock the façade of the compliant and conforming bank that GB2 has built up over the years. Who is to blame? Who is driving these intriguing and bone chilling murders? What is the motive behind these gruesome killings? No one has a clue. Back-Cover of the Book says: Bankers build their carrers on trust, or so everyone thinks.  Bankers build their careers on trust, or so everyone thinks, till a series of murders threaten to destroy the reputation that the Greater Boston Global Bank (GB2) has built over the years. Who is behind these killings, and what is their motive?  When Karan Panjabi, press reporter and ex-banker, digs deeper, he realizes that he has stumbled upon a global conspiracy with far reaching ramifications a secret that could not only destroy the bank but also cast a shadow on the entire nation. With only thirty-six hours at his disposa

These days I am doing nothing. I have practically done nothing in last eight months actually. I started this blog thinking I would be able to put my thoughts into words but that is not happening. There is so much, so much that keeps going in my head but nothing comes when I sit to write. Once somebody had told me that I needed to channelise my energies. Oh no! I didn't go to any yoga master or sought a spiritual guru for that matter, It was just a friend. In fact not a friend. she is elder to me by some 10 years and I had asked her for some advice regarding career. Actually she is also a teacher and had taught me for some two months during second year of my graduation. No, I am not going through any trauma or depression. So don't get me wrong when I say that there is so much going on in my head. Its just normal stuff. Normal things which I would like to write here in form of posts. Small little happenings which I like to share, not to mention small little

Most of us have read the short story,  ‘Tobermory’  by British author, Hector Hugh Munro (Saki) . As part of a small creative writing course that I had taken, we were asked to pen down a 600-word first person narrative by any character of the story ‘Tobermory’. I have chosen to be a guest at the party. I am standing at the Basement hall of Green Lounge party hall where Lady Blemely has thrown her party. The party is boring, most of the guests are old, food is okay and there is absolutely nothing that allures me to stay. In short, I am leaving. Although Mr. Appin has made all attempts to make this party interesting by announcing that he can make animals talk and his first pupil is none other than Lady Blemely’s own pet, Tobermory, but who doesn’t know him and his poor gimmicks. So I make my way to exit but I hear a female voice calling me from behind. “Hey handsome! Leaving so early?” I am astonished at this sensuous voice as up till now, I didn’t encounter any young woman

5th October 2012  Oh my God! This was day of coincidences man!!...and you know what?? All Good. I mean it got better and better. Second one was better than first and third was better than second. This was a day my friends had planned and I had all reasons to avoid it.  Firstly I said I might not get permission. Then I got permission. We were planning out details over Fb chat and it struck me that it was a good friend's B'day. I refused once again but then I chatted with the Bday gal and asked if she had got some plans. She hadn't as she has exams next month. I again agreed. Then I couldn't sleep till 4 am. I messaged my friends at 4 that i cant sleep, wont be able to make it tommorow and blah blah blah. Morning, very unusually, I got up at 8, I had messages in phone from my friends. I talked to them. Eventually I agreed though I wasn't feeling well. But it was totally worth it and I loved what happened. No.1: I reached my bus stop to get a metro-fe

These days I am trying writing. I have tried a very Small fiction .  Please excuse me for any improper grammar or vocab, in case you find some :-) “Put it on silent” ordered Mrs. Mathur as she talked to a friend over the phone.  Preeti didn’t say anything. Instead she threw the remote on the bed and left the room. Mrs Mathur saw the rebellious streak yet again but kept her cool and continued her telephone conversation. She and Preeti were not on talking terms for a week now. As she hung up, she went to her room and knocked. “Who is it” Preeti said sharply, fully aware that only the two were home. “Open the door, Preeti. You know it’s me”. “What do you want?” furiously she asked as she swung open the door a minute later. Before Mrs. Mathur could utter a word, she slammed the door hard behind her and shut herself in drawing room. Mrs. Mathur wanted to shake her but she knew that things would only get worse if she did anything then so she went to kitchen instead to

  I like the dew drops on the petals. Life can take place just anywhere!! My sister liked this one the most. A closer look !!  I like the shape of these leaves. Just green.... (c)2012 Priyaa Arora Some more clicks HERE Like my page On Facebook  HERE

Who didn't know that Ram and Priya will meet again in Bade Ache Lagte Hain?? Okay Ekta had already made announcement for it. But who didn't know that they will meet like this????????? Soak no more ……….My heart cries to Ekta kapoor, The K reative head of Balaji, who has again made the same story where girl goes underground for some years, gives birth to baby, the baby meets his’her father ( who don’t know each other, ofcourse) and then there is re-meet with same expressions, same dialogues ! And The best part is when father meets his baby, there are sooooooooo many similarities.                                    The same happened in Kasauti zindagi Kay too. Wish there was a video over you tube. But here’s an extract from the Wikipedia The story takes a leap forward of eight years . Prerna, Anurag, Bajaj, Aparna and Komolika’s destinies cross again. The eight-year-old Sneha is the apple of Prerna’s eye