A few months ago I announced a new blog and today I am happy to announce I am throwing it in the trash!!!!!
Surprised?
Well Coffee Chronicles was started for a very special reason...it was a bunch of memories...a whole lot of bitter experiences and a wide range of emotions...both happy and sad moments...and I am so happy to say that they mean nothing anymore.
Sometimes it is essential to let go off your past, trash the memories that made you laugh and cry...
It is essential so that we can have a new beginning....More of less like cleaning your hard disk so as to store more data...
The Coffee is finished...the morning has arrived...I am ready to lay my headset and call it a day...Call Centre would sleep and I shall walk out into the bright sunlight...
No more stories and no more thoughts...I call it Curtains and bow out in grace.
And I only pray that whoever stood by me and appreciated my stories read my name again...on a hardbound....
With this wish I say adieu my friend...Thank You.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Perfect life...
How do you write a perfect story? What is it that one sould keep in mind while writing a story that would catch people's attention? There has to be something special, something unique about the central character. Something that eithr shocks or srprises the reader or maybe gains the reader's empathy! A certain amount of twists and turns, a few revolutionary idea or maybe a certain complicated love angle. That is perhaps why Deepanshu's life holds no lure to the sect of famous storytellers.
There was nothing that would make a person frown or laugh or for that matter cry. A very normalguy with a very ordinary life. Born into a comfortable home, Deepanshu had everything. A doting mother and a caring father; an elder brother who was easily his best friend as well and a younger sister who was just too sweet and afectionate. He went to a regular school and was through and through an above average student. Teacher's seldom found any fault in him. If they did complain then it was his below average score in Geography but then that is again normal. He scored well enough to get admission in his choice of subject and after completing his graduation went to another institute for his post graduation. That is where he met Priyanka and it was love at first sight.
Regardless of the fact that Priyanka belonged to another cast, the families had no objection to the match. He joined the family business after his marriage that provided the bread and butter to the family. Life came a full circle for him when his son joines his business and his daughter went on to become an architect. When Deepanshu died at the age of 80, it can be safely said that he died an old and happy man.
Sadly nobody wanted to write a story about Deepanshu for there was just nothing in his life worth mentioning. Deepanshu's life was magical...some would say almost like a fairytale with a happily ever after...
Ironical ain't it? Nobody wants to write about his life for it was PERFECT!
There was nothing that would make a person frown or laugh or for that matter cry. A very normalguy with a very ordinary life. Born into a comfortable home, Deepanshu had everything. A doting mother and a caring father; an elder brother who was easily his best friend as well and a younger sister who was just too sweet and afectionate. He went to a regular school and was through and through an above average student. Teacher's seldom found any fault in him. If they did complain then it was his below average score in Geography but then that is again normal. He scored well enough to get admission in his choice of subject and after completing his graduation went to another institute for his post graduation. That is where he met Priyanka and it was love at first sight.
Regardless of the fact that Priyanka belonged to another cast, the families had no objection to the match. He joined the family business after his marriage that provided the bread and butter to the family. Life came a full circle for him when his son joines his business and his daughter went on to become an architect. When Deepanshu died at the age of 80, it can be safely said that he died an old and happy man.
Sadly nobody wanted to write a story about Deepanshu for there was just nothing in his life worth mentioning. Deepanshu's life was magical...some would say almost like a fairytale with a happily ever after...
Ironical ain't it? Nobody wants to write about his life for it was PERFECT!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Infidelity...
She looked at the endless horizon, her heart amiss, mind battling with the knowledge, trying to decide what she wished and what she wanted to do. The sun would set in another half hour and she would be on her way back home. It was not difficult. She could easily go to his place...or she could simply forget about it all and go back home. Nobody would ask her anything...but what was it that she wanted to do? Sighing she stared on, trying to clear her head with the memories of last night. It had been amazing...he had been amazing. She still remembered the look in his eyes when she was leaving him, the gentle imploring eyes, asking her to stay, to be with him. But...Ashu...
She was done thinking. It was time to act and she purposefully put the car in gear and was on her way. Was it right? She cared not anymore. She wanted to be with him...but she was committed to Ashu...
Her mind battled on with the thought and before she knew she had stopped the car. Looking at the door she pondered again...the feeling crossed her heart then. That utter softness, the helplessness she had felt. It had been such a long time she had felt goosebumps. And he had been responsible for that one. She sighed and stepped out of the car. Everyone deserves one stupidity in life...one impulsive decision. Taking in a deep breath she walked purposefully towards the door and stopped thinking.
He sat right next to her, his head peacefully resting on her lap while she played with his hair. It had been simply wonderful so far yet she felt guilt swathing her heart. Ashu...Would he...her mind cleared as he moved a little and snuggled his head deeper into her lap lovingly . Ashu was out of town...smiling she looked at her lap and wondered at the shining black sheen of hair. She would worry about Ashu when he came back ten days later...right now she had something really important to think about. Smiling she clasped his face in between both her hands and looked into his eyes, fighting to stay close...
"What should I call you?"
He yelped as she picked him up in one swift motion and relaxed again when she put him down back on her lap.
She was done thinking. It was time to act and she purposefully put the car in gear and was on her way. Was it right? She cared not anymore. She wanted to be with him...but she was committed to Ashu...
Her mind battled on with the thought and before she knew she had stopped the car. Looking at the door she pondered again...the feeling crossed her heart then. That utter softness, the helplessness she had felt. It had been such a long time she had felt goosebumps. And he had been responsible for that one. She sighed and stepped out of the car. Everyone deserves one stupidity in life...one impulsive decision. Taking in a deep breath she walked purposefully towards the door and stopped thinking.
He sat right next to her, his head peacefully resting on her lap while she played with his hair. It had been simply wonderful so far yet she felt guilt swathing her heart. Ashu...Would he...her mind cleared as he moved a little and snuggled his head deeper into her lap lovingly . Ashu was out of town...smiling she looked at her lap and wondered at the shining black sheen of hair. She would worry about Ashu when he came back ten days later...right now she had something really important to think about. Smiling she clasped his face in between both her hands and looked into his eyes, fighting to stay close...
"What should I call you?"
He yelped as she picked him up in one swift motion and relaxed again when she put him down back on her lap.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Breaking the barrier!
She stood at the edge of the pool, her face a mosaic of fear and astonishment. The water seemed to ripple gently in the breeze, calling out to her inner most spirit to try and dive into the comforts of its depths and her mind racing to overcome the fear. The cold embrace of the water and the fear of no air...she did not know how to swim...how could she dive...
"Go on," the voice came from behind and she looked back at her mother, sitting impatiently at the chair by the poolside, the irritation at her hesitations too obvious on the beautiful face.
"You would not drown..."
"Wait up...I would jump." she said and raised one foot off the ground, deciding to take the leap. And then she kept it firmly back on the edge...sure the floor looked close enough but the markings said 17 ft...that was almost thrice her height. Gravity would simply pull her down...and she...
All thoughts left her mind as panic coursed through her spine. It was a firm push, a hand she was well aware of...and she was falling. There was no time to scream as water engulfed her and she was sinking. Deeper and deeper she fell and her feet touched the floor. Her face tilted to look out, to assess how far she was from air...from life and without realizing when her feet pushed her off the floor and she was rising through the cool cushion, her hands outstretched...ready to pierce the fine layer that lay between her and air...
The air rushed into her lungs as her mouth opened wide with first contact of air. Without knowing how, she was paddling with all her might and her hands closed around the edge of the pool, holding on to ground with all its might. Looking around she saw her mother, still standing from where she had pushed her and laughing at her. All fear seemed to leave her as a smile lighted her face.
"Liked it?"
"Don't push me like that!"
This memory just keeps coming back to me a lot. I learnt how to swim...to my trainer's delight in 3 days! It's been a while i have not been able t plunge into a pool and am aching for that comfort. Why am I reliving this moment off late so much? For this is something that goes on to define my mum...her spirit and her role and making me what I am. For a while now I am trying hard to surface...and recently I felt the layer of water breaking over my head and the fresh air filling my lungs with a new vigour...it was like my life was suspended for a while and I am just realizing after a long long time that I am still alive.
I apologise for the absence...and wish to thank a certain someone who reminded me that I need to push...Life is looking promising again...lets see where it takes me this time....
"Go on," the voice came from behind and she looked back at her mother, sitting impatiently at the chair by the poolside, the irritation at her hesitations too obvious on the beautiful face.
"You would not drown..."
"Wait up...I would jump." she said and raised one foot off the ground, deciding to take the leap. And then she kept it firmly back on the edge...sure the floor looked close enough but the markings said 17 ft...that was almost thrice her height. Gravity would simply pull her down...and she...
All thoughts left her mind as panic coursed through her spine. It was a firm push, a hand she was well aware of...and she was falling. There was no time to scream as water engulfed her and she was sinking. Deeper and deeper she fell and her feet touched the floor. Her face tilted to look out, to assess how far she was from air...from life and without realizing when her feet pushed her off the floor and she was rising through the cool cushion, her hands outstretched...ready to pierce the fine layer that lay between her and air...
The air rushed into her lungs as her mouth opened wide with first contact of air. Without knowing how, she was paddling with all her might and her hands closed around the edge of the pool, holding on to ground with all its might. Looking around she saw her mother, still standing from where she had pushed her and laughing at her. All fear seemed to leave her as a smile lighted her face.
"Liked it?"
"Don't push me like that!"
This memory just keeps coming back to me a lot. I learnt how to swim...to my trainer's delight in 3 days! It's been a while i have not been able t plunge into a pool and am aching for that comfort. Why am I reliving this moment off late so much? For this is something that goes on to define my mum...her spirit and her role and making me what I am. For a while now I am trying hard to surface...and recently I felt the layer of water breaking over my head and the fresh air filling my lungs with a new vigour...it was like my life was suspended for a while and I am just realizing after a long long time that I am still alive.
I apologise for the absence...and wish to thank a certain someone who reminded me that I need to push...Life is looking promising again...lets see where it takes me this time....
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