PITA # 1 : When you find out the home made sweets and pickles your mom gave while you returned to hostel after vacation have been finished by your chum overnight when you were snoring.

PITA # 2 : When you find your brand new shirt on your pal.

PITA # 3 : When everybody asks if its your buddies shirt while you wear the shirt next time.

PITA # 4 : When you find your mobile balance nil, only to discover that your comrade used it to continue the love epic with his squeeze while you were asleep as his mobile balance drained.

PITA # 5 : When you have to guard outside the room while your friend and his squeeze try to create a new love saga inside.

PITA # 6 : When you see your friend with phone on the bed snogging his sweetheart, while you burn the midnight oil for the next days exam.

PITA # 7 : When your friend calls you at four in the morning to share his shattered love story for the tenth time.

PITA # 8 : When your mate asks you to select a gift for his darling.

PITA # 9 : When he fires you as his darling does not like the gift.

PITA # 10 : When he introduces his pretty girlfriend to you as ‘your sister.’

Double Cross – A reviewer gets into a trouble

Vasanth read the mail again, he could not believe what he saw. He chuckled for a moment then went into deep thought. He read it once finally before forwarding it to his friends. He opened his blog and went through the last post he posted the day before. It was this post that got him a legal notice within hours of posting it.

Vasanth is a popular blogger and he is known widely in the blogosphere. He criticized the policy and the ethics of a top IT firm in his recent post. He also made his points clear that it made a strong effect on the readers. Comments poured in on the post, few were surprised, few agreed with Vasanth, few doubted him, few were furious and even directly attacked him for his take. Vasanth maintained his cool while he replied to the comments. As soon as he got the notice in his mail, he was surprised. It was the last thing he had expected.

Vasanth was not sure about whether he ought to close comments or if he should remove the post. He never did that and what would he say if his friends from the blogosphere asked him. He messaged his close friends in the blogosphere and told them about what had happened. They sounded upset and told Vasanth that they all would start an online campaign against the big corporation. They told him not to give up and to not close the comments. Their words comforted Vasanth and he also got carried away by the virtual support he got from his friends. He published a new post about the notice and announced it to his readers. Now comments poured in on the new post. Vasanth felt that all the attention was on him. His mind was now on page hits, Alexia rank and Google page rank. If people kept visiting his blog at this rate, his blog rank would shoot up. He forgot all about the notice now and was convinced by the support he got in the comment section.

Within hours new blog posts were published by Vasanth’s friends in support of him. They all were worried about freedom of speech. By now, the issue was noticed by the print media and was published in the next day’s daily news section. It had excerpts from Vasanth’s original blog post, reviews from a few experts from the comments section and an interview of other bloggers who were worried about their freedom of speech. Now the issue was soon picked up by the media channels.

Vasanth was now not only known to almost everybody in the blogging world but also people who watched TV. His identity was now known to all. People from his office started to ask Vasanth about the commotion, and this started to bother him. He had not expected the issue to escalate to this level. He was worried that it might affect his career.

On the other hand the IT firm was very firm in its stand. The entire legal panel appeared on television and gave an interview about how their firm was affected, the losses due to it, etc etc. Soon Vasanth realized that his opponents were in the physical battle field with him whereas his supporters were only in the cyber space.

Vasanth contacted Gopal, his lawyer friend. Gopal by now knew everything and he sensed that Vasanth was in serious trouble. He assured Vasanth that he would do everything humanly possible to help him get out of the trouble he had landed in. Gopal advised Vasanth to remove the blog post and to post an apology message as the company asked.
Vasanth hesitated, he did not want to give up. He strongly believed and stood by what he said. But he did not have the power to fight the company. Also, it would tarnish his image in the blogging world. He had another week to respond to them.

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It was four in the evening. Vasanth took half a day’s leave for the meeting with the lawyers of the firm he had criticized. He clearly sensed that his manager was not happy with how things had turned out due to his blog. Few newspapers even raised questions about whether it was Vasanth’s firm that was behind the entire review about the policy. He made it clear to resolve the issue by the end of the day anyhow. He made a list of the points he wanted to express, stopping to pick up Gopal on the way.

They entered the room. Vasanth looked around as they were greeted by the four middle aged men in the room. They introduced themselves one by one. After the formal talk, Vasanth got ready to present his points to them. As he was about to start, one of the panel members spoke,
“Mr.Vasanth, we all know the current situation now. We also understand that you don’t want to fight with us on this matter. But your blog post has made a serious PR issue for our firm. You must be aware of all the news in the papers and the channels, not to mention everything that is floating around on the internet as well. While you may believe in what you said, you have to prove it if the case comes to court. And we hope you don’t want to spend your time and money fighting a case which you are going to lose obviously.”

As Vasanth remained silent, the man continued,

“At first we were determined to make you remove the post from your blog and to make you post an apology in its stead. From our sources we hear that you don’t want your reputation to be spoiled by doing so. Your self respect is important for you, as is ours for us. But interestingly we have a different option which might surprise you. Even we were surprised when we heard it, it is all up to you now. Our company is ready to hire you, with a promotion and twice the salary you get now and you don’t have to remove the post from your blog. Also you don’t have to post an apology, also we would not make it public if you join our firm. Everything will be smooth. Also we consider this as an opportunity to prove you wrong . So, decide and let us know about your decision in two days.”

Vasanth who did not expect this was out of words. He said he would get back to them in two days and let them know about his decision. He clearly understood that he was being lured with the offer, but he was pulled by both sides, his career and pride. It was a tough decision to make.

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“Welcome Mr.Vasanth, we are glad you joined us. We know you are smart, that is why we offered you such a great deal even after the losses we faced.”
“I am glad to join your firm, and this is a great opportunity for me to explore my career options,” he replied.

Vasanth thought this was a great opportunity for him to collect details and prove himself right about the firm. Though it would take time, he thought he would unveil the truth to the world. He was very much excited to think anything else. Little did he know that the news channel’s breaking story of the day would be that of his joining the firm he criticized.

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Guilt

(A fiction on child labour)

We ran hither and thither and shouted with joy. The sun shone brightly from the clear blue sky above. Our little fingers touched the soft red and yellow buds as we ran. We reached the river and dived into it one by one. The place echoed with our happy and cheerful laughter. Water splashed on my face as my friend waded in the river to find a glossy pebble. I wiped the water from my face, opened my eyes and was ready to dive in again. In a flash, the lush forest vanished, the laughter evaporated,and the echoes were sucked out. I looked around for the flowers and the buds. The laughter and joyous screams were silent, as I saw, a face appear into view

“Wake up, you good for nothing, it’s already 5.30 in the morning, you wretched kid,” I got up with a jolt and saw the giant figure standing near the kitchen door.

“Where’s the milk you lazy bone, don’t you know you have to get milk by five thirty. You are not here on vacation, go and get milk.” continued the figure.

I hurried out of the door and went to get milk. My day began at 5:30 every single day in this city. I Barely slept, hardly ate, I yearned for home… Amma… where are you…How did I over sleep today? I never did, I knew they would hit me if I did.

I was brought here five months ago by one of my distant relative. She promised my mother that I would get enough to eat and good clothes to wear and all I had to do was to take care of the new born baby in this house. I never wanted to leave, but I had no choice. She left me here and I never saw her again. My father was paralysed in an accident at the quarry he worked. The entire responsibility fell on my mother. We hardly had anything to eat, most of the money was spent on my father’s medicines. The quarry owners denied any compensation for the accident. My elder brother quit school and he took up a petty job in a nearby workshop. It was then my aunt told my mother about a family in the city looking for small kids of my age to take care of their new born. Initially I refused, but eventually agreed as I had no other option.

I was scared and thrilled when I first came here. I left my village for the first time, I was thrilled to travel by train, I felt like moving ahead. I was so astonished to see the busy and crowded railway station. The city was fast, everybody looked busy. During night the lights outside made it look like a magical world, yes it is a magical world. The thrill vanished like a magic. Now, I am no more thrilled, but only scared.  I wished to run away but I had no place to go, I don’t know the way to my village. In few days I realised that I was not only brought here to look after the kid, but also to do household works too. They cut my long hair short as they did not want me to waste time braiding it. And I get to eat only twice a day, that too if there is some left over. Or you can say that I get food so that I survive to do the work. My day starts early in the morning. I run down to the dairy to fetch the milk, sweep and mop the floor, help Madam in kitchen, feed the baby, wash clothes and scrub the dishes and then fall tired.

I love to go and get milk in the morning. I get to see the outside world, I enjoy the morning breeze, the dew drops and the raising sun makes me forget the life I am living, no! life I am surviving. When I see other kids go to school, I miss my school and friends back at home. I did not attend fancy schools like these kids do, but I enjoyed going there.

Whenever I see a movie poster on compound walls, I remember watching cinema with my parents. I hum my favourite song unconsciously. They do not let me watch TV in the house. Even if I stare at it for few seconds, they would beat me. And they lock me in when they go out.

At first I was scared but now I am used to it, because I know, I would not be hit again until they returned.

they come after me If anything goes missing in the house, they suspect me and hit me, even if they misplace the item.

I was looking forward to go home during Diwali. My aunt never came as she promised. I spent my first Diwali here, alone in the kitchen.

I tried to talk to few people here to help me but they never listened. Everyone looked so busy to listen to me. Even those who had time looked at me with suspicion or just walked away. Once someone recognised me and told Madam what I said to her. They locked me in a room for a whole week. They did not give me food for two whole days and they beat me up severely that I have to limp now while walking. I miss my family and my brothers. I wish someone would soon take me to my family. Now I should get milk and rush back, else they would beat me…

I bought milk and rushed back…

“What took you so long?” asked Madam. I didn’t want to make her angry by replying. I stood silent with my head down. I felt a heavy blow on my cheeks. It pained, tears filled my eyes. “Get in and boil the milk” she shouted.

It was 12.30 PM, she was in the living room with the baby. I filled the bucket with washed clothes, and carried it to the terrace. It was heavy and I felt like the bucket dragging me down. I was empty inside, I had my last meal yesterday evening. I reached the terrace, the sun was bright, I felt the heat directly on my bones. I didn’t feel anything on my barefoot. They have become numb, the first time I came here barefoot it burned. I put the cloths one by one on the cloth line.

I want to get out of here and I don’t have the strength to fight them or I don’t know the way to reach my family and no one believes me, I felt lonely and weak. I walked towards the edge and looked down. Everything looked so tiny. “Jump” said the voice. I looked around, no one was there. “Jump” it ordered. I stood there stunned. “Climb up on the rail and jump, free yourself from this place,” it said. I climbed up on the rail, “What are you waiting for, jump.” I felt numb and stood there. “You wanted to get out of here. This is your chance, jump.” The height made me dizzy, there is no chance of surviving if I jump from here, it was too high.

I remembered kids cliff diving in my village. They always sprung up from the water with full of life, like Phoenix. May be I will too. But here ,there was no water instead I saw freedom. “This is you chance, what are you waiting for, you foolish girl, free yourself.” the voice convinced me. I looked down again, the concrete turned into lush green forest. There it is, the river I used to dive in, my friends playing in the river and picking pebbles…the wind pushed me gently as I lifted my left leg…

meanwhile…

Prabhu put the newspaper down and said, “At last, Right to Education Bill has been passed.”

“That’s good, I hope it will be implemented properly,” said Swathi as she closed her lunch box.

“Obviously, it will take time, but this is a start. This will also help to eradicate child labour”

“Speaking of child labour, did you notice the little boy they employed in our canteen?” asked Swathi.

“Our canteen? When did they do that? It is really a shame to see people still employ children. We should talk to our manager about it” said Prabhu.

“Yes we should,” replied Swathi, “And you look so lost Deepa, what’s wrong with you?”

Deepa came out of her thought and looked at Swathi, “What?” she puzzled.

“Are you even listening to us?” asked Swathi.

“What did you say?” she asked.

“Are you ok? What’s the issue, you are unusually silent today.”

“There is this girl in my area whom I have noticed few times while jogging. Yesterday she was talking to few people and she tried to talk to me too…”

“Who is she?” asked Prabhu curiously.

“I don’t know. She must be hardly 12, looked very emaciated with bruises on her face…”

“Another domestic help!” exclaimed Swathi.

“What?” asked Deepa.

“What else could it be, are you so naive to doubt the kid?”

“How can you be sure that she is being ill treated?” asked Deepa.

“No one starves to look so thin except super models, and she isn’t one from what you said, and there is no harm in listening to her. Why don’t you talk to her next time when you see her?”

Deepa nodded…

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7.30 PM

Deepa settled on the couch and switched on the TV and flipped through channels. She stopped as the image on the news channel struck her. Breaking news flashed at the bottom in bold red with the image of a little girl in bandages whom she vaguely remembered.

The flash news read, “Another minor child held captive as domestic help tortured, 12 year old jumps from 6th floor survives miraculously. Still in trauma and undergoing treatment…”

A sense of guilt engulfed her…

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Wolfgang — A humane non-human love story

(Wolfgang -  Meaning “wolf path” or a wolf with a distinguished path.

In German “advancing  wolf.”)

Otsana was weak and tired as she left home early to find food for her pups. She was well built with a strong body and had silky grey fur, a lone she-wolf who lived for her pups in the memory of her lover, Alf. She left her pack when he was killed.

Alf was a reformer, a man of noble thoughts. He wanted to change the way the wolves preyed. Alf respected all forms of lives and wanted his forest animals to live in peace and harmony. He strongly believed in his ways and fed only on carrion and wild berries. Other wolves in his pack called him a coward and insane, but he always stuck to his principles.

He also tried to convince his pack, “Stop preying, we can find other ways.”

“We are wolves, and wolves hunt,” growled the wise old one.

“Only a mother knows her pups hunger and preying for hunger is not a sin,” howled a she-wolf.

“You stay away Alf,” roared the big bad wolf.

On the other hand Otsana was gifted with extraordinary hunting skills, she was also considered to be the next in line to become the alpha female of the pack. Though she loved Alf, she was not really into his ideology. She truly believed in the way the wolves lived.

Soon, the pack saw Alf as a threat and planned to eliminate him and they succeeded. Otsana fought bitterly to save her lover’s life but in vain. Otsana, who loved Alf very much was devastated. She was unable to bear that her own kin and kith killed her lover. Alf’s death made her think deeply on his ideology. She started to love him more for he was a man who gave up his life for what he believed. She felt the pain of losing someone close. Otsana decided to live in a way that Alf wanted to live. She left the pack for her own safety and for the safety of the pups in her.

She tried to avoid preying on animals as much as she could. She fed on carrion and in rare occasions she preyed animals in death bed to keep her pups alive. Today she did not find any carcass nor wild berries. She was hungry, and walking against the wind made her more weak and tired. But her will to save her pups kept her going in search of food. Otsana felt like she was deceived by her own path which she chose, but she kept reminding herself that her lover died for a cause and she left the pack for the same cause. She wanted to live and die by the principle taught to her by the man she loved. She wanted to bring up his pups in the same way he wanted to live, she saw her pups as a start to Alf’s thoughts.

Otsana stopped as she smelled a hind. She was distressed, it was healthy and full of life. She thought of walking away, but decided to prey for her pups. She moved slowly and pounced on the hind and nipped her. The hind was unable to move from the grip of Otsana.

“What are you doing here?” Otsana turned towards the direction the voice came from and there stood Alf. He smiled at her.

“It is a beautiful night, the moon always amazes me” said Alf “It seems so close yet out of our reach.”

“Like your principles.” replied Otsana with her soft strong voice. Alf starred at her, those simple words stuck him hard.

“We cannot change our way of living Alf, we are wolves and this is our life. We have certain rules to live by, if we don’t, we won’t survive.”

“What about us Otsana? You would be the next alpha female of the pack, and me? I would never be the alpha male…”

“But I love you Alf! I don’t care if you are the alpha male or not…”

Alf interrupted, “What about the wolves lifestyle Otsana? An alpha female can be only with an alpha male.”

Otsana remained silent, Alf continued, “We cannot live a life with a rule written in the past Otsana, when we can find a path that could lead us to an advanced civilized way of living, why should we not try to embrace it?”

“But Alf, do you realize that no one supports your idea…it’s only you…”

“And you…and you Otsana? Won’t you support me? I know you are a great hunter, but giving someone their life back makes you so contented than taking it away.”

Otsana looked at Alf, before she could realize three of her pack members pounced on Alf from nowhere and grounded him…

Memories rushed through her mind, those last few minutes, before she could realize everything was over. The man she loved was killed in front of her eyes…

Otsana loosened her grip and jumped into the nearby bush as the hind got back on her foot and ran. Otsana continued to walk along her path, more weak and tired than ever in search of food for her pups.

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Otsana – Basque name, meaning “she-wolf.”
Alf – German name, meaning “noble-wolf.”

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A Love Letter

Be narcissistic – Talk about only yourself. “My dog, my house, my bike, my job, my friends, my… my… my…”. Stuff them with every “my stuff” they would get suffocated. Don’t give them a chance to talk about themselves.

Be dumb -  Don’t talk much or don’t talk at all. Make your date to talk non stop. When they finish, keep a straight face and ask “What else?”

Be opinionated – Its good to have an opinion, but when you express you opinion on everything on your very first date, it would surely scare your date. They would also wonder about your opinion on them. Also comment on their choice of clothing, style and if the location was selected by them, then on that too. Of course not in a positive manner.

Be pushy -  Try to give an impression that you are ready for a relationship immediately. (Don’t try this on an “arranged marriage date”)

Words usage – Use the word hate and love as much as possible even for silly matters. This gives an impression that you are not rational as you either like or dislike things. And never appriciate anything in true manner.

The blame game – Blame them for everything that goes wrong during the date. Blame them if the coffee does not taste good, blame if there is no hand dryer in the restaurant, literally complain about everything and drop the blame on them.

PS: In some cases, these three steps does the exact opposite to what it should do, so first know what kind of person your date is and then proceed! Follow these under your own risk.

I used to consider homophobia as perversion, but soon I realised that it is not good to discriminate someone for their social disorder. If I hated a homophobic person, I would be a pervert myself for being a ‘homophobephobe.’ Also hating someone for their disorder is not an answer, instead they should be taken care of and proper treatment should be given before they become a threat to the society.

The reason why I considered homophobia as perversion  was because its totally unethical for someone to imagine what a couple would do in their bed room. Isn’t it perversion to imagine what your friend would do with his/her partner inside their bedroom? Just the thought of imagining someone’s private moment made me feel sick.

Later I concluded that homophobes were anti social elements. A person who hates peace and love is an anti social element who could do huge damage to the society. Yes! extorting money, blackmailing, verbal abuse, physical abuse, bigoted attitude and  inducing hatred among people are all considered to be anti social. Homophobic attitude can also be deemed as undemocratic as all they wanted to do was to impose their ‘sexuality’ on everyone. When would they understand that sexuality is not something that can be imposed just because heterosexuality outnumbers other sexual orientations. Homophobes were not only undemocratic and anti social, they were also sinners. Homophobes preach others to hate a fellow human being in the name of God. Isn’t it sin to drag God inside to validate their hatred and anti social thoughts? I personally find it as a huge sin to discriminate and persecute someone in the name of God.

But as I mentioned earlier I realised I was wrong, homophobia is just another disease. A disease which occupies one’s mind with prejudice and ignorance. Some might claim that homophobia is an opinion. Disagreeing with one person’s sexuality can be considered as a mean opinion, but hatred and prejudice is certainly not an opinion. If homophobia is seen as someone’s belief, then drug addictions could also be taken that way. But we cannot, because we certainly know that drug addiction is not good to the person who is addicted as well as to the people around them and the society.

Homophobia is certainly a disorder which could cause harm to the society. People suffering from homophobia should be taken care of like we do for other disorders. Proper counselling and educating about human diversity will surely bring a person out of this contagious disease.

International Anti Homophobia Day is celebrated on 17th May, let us try to stop hatred and try to accept people for who they are.

PS: Dont argue that homosexuality is enethical and equate it with other unethical relationships and criminal activities. When we talk about heterosexuality we do not bring those unethical relationships to discard heterosexuality, then why to bring such issues only when homosexuality is discussed. When I say homosexuality,  it means love between two consenting adults in all legal and ethical ways. If you still conpare homosexuality with other issues, the above article is for you. You seriously need help.

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Meena came out of the classroom and walked through the corridor towards the staff room. She saw the peon approach her. She greeted him with her usual smile.
“Madam, there is someone waiting for you in the office room”, he said.

She looked at her watch, it was 3.30 PM, “who could it be”, she thought. She thanked the peon and changed her course towards the office room.

As she entered the office room, she saw Muthu, peon at her husbands office,  along with her school headmaster. She was confused, “Why would be he here at this time.” Before she could ask him, he spoke hastily, “Madam, your husband has been admitted in the hospital.”

Her heart pounced, “what happened to him? Is he alright?” She turned towards the headmaster, “Sir, I need to go.” He nodded in affirmative.

Muthu and Meena walked out of the school. It was cloudy and seemed to rain at any moment. They hired an auto to the general hospital. She was tensed and many thoughts gushed into her mind. “What happened to him?” she asked Muthu.

“He was alright madam, he went to his seat after lunch, suddenly he caught his chest and collapsed in his seat. We immediately rushed him to the hospital madam.”

She started to sweat even in that climate, “What did the doctors say?” she asked

“After leaving him in the hospital, I immediately left the hospital to inform you madam. Few of our office staffs are there. Don’t worry madam, sir will be alright.”

After few minutes they reached the general hospital. She rushed into the emergency ward and spotted few of her husbands colleagues in the corridor. She looked at them with her wide eyes and asked “What happened? Is he alright?”

“Sit down madam, the doctor is inside. Muthu, get a cup of coffee from canteen for madam.”

“No, no…I am alright. Can I see the doctor?”

He lead her to the doctor, the doctor was in his mid fifties. He saw them and looked at the man who lead Meena. He nodded at the doctor.

“Sit down”, said the doctor. They sat in the chairs opposite to him.

“Sir, what happened to him?” asked Meena.

“He had a heart attack. Did he have one before?”

“No, is he alright?”

“We tried our best, but it was already late…”

She didn’t want to believe what he said. Tears, which she held back for so long, poured down. Things seemed to blur and she didn’t hear anything further.

She called her relatives at Karaikal and informed. She said them that she and few of her relatives at Pondicherry would bring his body there in the next few hours.

It was already 7 PM and it was darker than usual. The wind was chill, she got into the mortuary van. Suresh and Rajan, her relatives, sat beside the driver. She was weak and tired and above that she was not able to see her husbands corpse in front of her. Memories haunted her and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She came out of her thoughts when the van jerked and stopped, “What happened?” she asked in a feeble voice.

The driver, Suresh and Rajan got down from the van to check. She heard them talk for few minutes. Suresh came to her and said, “Meena, seems to be an engine problem, we need to get to the nearest town to repair it. Rajan and the driver would take the van to the nearest town, meanwhile we have to wait here.”

She nodded her head feebly. She got down of the van, it was dark outside and it drizzled. She looked at her watch, it was 9.30 PM. She sat under a palm tree along the road side. Suresh and the driver took the stretcher out and placed it in front of Meena. They all waited there for a while until they noticed a truck. The driver stopped the truck and spoke to the driver inside. The van was towed to the truck. Rajan and the driver left them back.

Meena was totally numb, she didn’t expect this when she woke up in the morning. She felt heavy, she still could not believe that she lost her husband. To add to her misery, she was stranded at middle of nowhere with her husbands corpse at night. An hour passed, and there was no sign of the van.

“I think I should go and see what happened to them”, said Suresh.

She turned her head towards him, before she could respond he said, “I will stop the next bus that gets this way and go to the nearest town and see what happened to them.”

“But, do you know where they went?”, she asked.

“They must be at the next town, If I don’t find them there I will get a bus to Karaikal from there and inform others about the situation here.”

“Its already dark here Suresh, we don’t even know where we are. And its drizzling too…”, she replied him in a pleading tone.

“Don’t worry they will return soon, I am going to get them back.”

She was totally lost. Suresh successfully stopped the third bus that passed that way. He got inside and waved towards her.

She wept bitterly, she didn’t think that she would be in such a situation even in her wildest dream. She was scarred and she sat there with hope. She hoped it was either Suresh or Rajan getting back with help whenever a vehicle approached. An hour passed, and still no sign of them. She sat there numb holding the hand of her husband’s corpse.

The discussion was totally insane and had no meaning and at times we deliberately dragged it and it went for quite sometime until we realised that we were spamming others inbox with ‘new comment’ notifications. We also  modified certain dialogues so it suits us in the process. If you have enough time to kill or if you are totally bored, continue to read our dramatic moments!

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KS: Seri maa… if you are happy..I am happy…"for peace- between Troy and Sparta"

Me: hmm…last time you spoke to me like this, you were 10 years old and you’d just stolen Father’s horse. What have you done now?

KS: Please come..let me show you something

Me: Careful boy, my mercy has limits.

KS: And I have seen your limits

Me: And there are no pacts between lions and men.

KS: Er…may the Gods keep the wolves in the hills and women in our beds

Me: Go. No one will stop you. You have my word.

KS: Last time was a mistake and you have made many mistakes this week.

Me: It never ends.

KS: Do you know…what lies beyond that beach, "immortality", take it, its all yours.

Me: Are the stories true? They say your mother was an immortal Goddess, they say you can’t be killed.

KS: Then I wouldn’t be bothered to take a shield with me…

Me: Ok enough, even Wolfgang Petersen wont remember the dialogues! lol

KS: Of all my friends, I hate you the most.

Me: Even the Gods envy me. No wonder you do

KS: Apollo will strike on you.

Me: The sun god will have his vengeance.

KS: With your permission my lord…perhaps it is not wise to offend him.

Me: No argument with you.

KS: Mighty king silenced by me.

Me: Ah…You came here because you want your name to last through my wall.

KS: You have your blogs and I have my words. We need to play with the toys Gods gifted us ;-R

Me: History remembers blogs! Not words!

KS: Blogs are incomplete without interesting words.

Me: Be careful, king of words. First you need the blog.

KS: Tonight I will take her to bath. And then…who knows :-*

Me: What do you want here in Troy? You didn’t come for the Spartan queen.

KS: Go back home prince, drink some wine, make love to your wife..tomorrow we will continue this war.

Me: You speak of war as if it’s a game. But how many wives wait at Troy’s gates for husbands they’ll never see again?

KS: Perhaps I can comfort them, I am good at charming other men’s wives ;-@

Me: And, my brother needs you tonight.

KS: I have this effect on others.

Me: You should not have come here tonight.

KS: You say this all the time.

Me: It never ends.

KS: Back 2 sleep :-O

Me: Never hesitate.

KS: Tonight I drink with your bones.

Me: Then every son of Troy shall die.

KS: See the crows. They have never tasted a prince before.

Me: Fight me!

KS: Is this why you left Delhi for?

Me: Be careful who you insult, old king.

KS: All my life, I lived with a simple code and the code is very simple, eat chicken and drink wine, make love to girls and insult you whenever I can.

Me: If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with fools like you. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but fools names like you will never die. Let them say I lived in the time of YOU, tamer of losers. Let them say I lived in the time of Facebook. Ok this is the ending line of the movie. We shall stop it

PS: The title of this post is again from the movie Troy. Also I changed the chat lingo which we originally used into proper English spelling before posting.

“Come on let’s go” he said.

“Wait a minute, I will be back.” I ran inside and took my bicycle key from the key holder. I shouted back to my mom to inform her while I ran outside,  “Amma, I am going out with Arun, I will be back in two hours”. I heard my mom say something from the kitchen, but I didn’t care to listen what she said. I was already excited about the annual leave and the plans I made.

Arun and I raced through the narrow streets of Pondicherry. We raced through all the lanes. We had no idea where we were heading, but we kept racing until we reached the beach. We parked the cycle against the wall on the platform opposite to the beach. The breeze was warm in the evening unlike the hot summer wind during the day time. The beach was not crowded, there were people scattered here and there. We ran across the road and climbed the dike to have a clear view of the sea. It was full moon, and the sea looked beautiful with the moon light on it.

We sat on a rock and enjoyed the view. Arun said, “I have never seen something like this.” He continued, “Do you know what is on the far end of the sea?”

“I don’t know, may be the lost land”, I replied

“What lost land?” puzzled Arun.

“Something, I don’t remember the name. But I heard my cousins talk about them”

“Your cousins? How do they know about it?”

“They read it in a book, it was huge and old with amazing pictures and maps in it.”

“Do people live there?”

“I don’t know, its lost. But the book had beautiful beaches, gardens, castles, mountains…”

“May be we can find it”, Arun said.

“We might also get lost”, I replied.

We both starred at each other for the next few seconds. Arun said, ” Come on, it might not be lost. How can a land get lost. It must be right there across the sea, do you see the sea line at the far end? It must be right behind it.”

I didn’t say anything, I looked at the vast sea with bewilderment.

“May be we can find it”, Arun said.

“How do we go there?”

“Swim”

“Swim?” I exclaimed “Its far, and we are not good in swimming, we started swimming class just 6 months ago”

“But we do swim, right? What is the difference between the pool and the sea?”

I was excited inside, but I was not as adventurous as Arun. At the same time I wanted to find the lost land.

“We have two months holidays and I have 15 rupees in pocket, even if we get lost our parents will find us. We are getting down only on our beach.” Arun said with confidence.

“I have 12 rupees” I said.

Arun stood up and climbed down the rocks towards the sea and I followed him. We heard people shouting from far. We turned around and saw few men running towards us.

“Fast, fast!” said Arun.

We started to climb down fast, Arun was ahead of me. The sea waves hit the rocks and drenched us. Arun jumped inside the sea, I was not sure if he swam or he was taken by the waves. But he moved ahead. I jumped into the sea. I tried to swim, but the current pushed me further before I could swim. The waves hit me hard. I was not able to breath, hear or see. I felt someone catch my hair and pull me outside. I heard faint voices around me. I could feel that I was totally wet and it was cold.

I woke up, I was not wet, I was on a bed. I saw my parents and few other people stood beside me in the room. The room was not familiar to me. My mom should have cried, her eyes were wet.

“Why did you get into the sea?” My dad asked me with a firm voice which was very unfamiliar to me.

“To find the lost land” I replied.

There was a silence in the room.

“Was Arun with you?” I turned towards the direction the voice came from. I recognised the man, he was Arun’s father.

“Yes.” I replied.

I looked around, there was a grimness in everybody’s face. I realised they did not pull Arun out. I felt lost, my friend must be in the sea in search of the lost world. It made me feel terrible. I was about to cry, I tried to control my tears.

I blurted out, “Who pulled me out? You spoiled our plans to find the lost land. Now Arun must be in the sea in search of the lost land, I am going to miss everything.” Tears rolled down on everybody’s cheeks.