Friday, 20 January 2017

The coconut trees



It was my second day on job and my officer in charge asked me to report at the other branch for few hours for a meeting. This was the week before Diwali and the entire office was decorated. Already my job profile enlisted travelling to all the branches but I never thought it would start so soon.

I had been living away from my family since 10 years and in Pune since 7 years. I knew the entire city at the back of my hand. My base branch was always known as the biggest branch in the city and so I was happy to be part of it.

One of my colleagues, Pooja, said she will take me along to branch 2. We went on her scooty and as we approached the branch she told me it was located in an old bungalow now rented to the bank. The landlords still occupy one half of the bungalow. I could very well imagine how it will be just like those old houses where the branch is in front and the residence behind. Mostly the tale of an elderly couple living in India alone and their kids abroad. The elderly gets a regular income with security.  As I set my eyes to where we were heading I was taken aback.

She was crossing the lane towards a bungalow located on the corner and my my this is huge. We approach the main gate through which the path leads to the bungalow. There are two lush green lawns on both sides. One of the lawn has a fountain at the corner and few sculptures are placed artistically at the center. The other lawn has a special gate to enter covered with bougainvillea. There's a swing and tea table set up too. The lane is lined with tall coconut trees bearing the fruit. both the lawns are lined with coconut trees. As we park her scooty I see a pond with fishes and two small lotus buds poping on one corner. This is not a bank this is a resort.

The bungalow-rented to the bank, was almost the same size as my base branch but as we entered, it seemed more majestic. The office was on the second floor and as we took stairs there was diwali decoration all around. This branch looked more lively than my base branch.

On the second floor, the stairs landed us to a verandah. The right took one to the office and the left opened to the terrace...wooohoooo!! The verandah had couches to sit and as one looked towards the terrace, the open terrace, few chairs strewn around, some people standing and looking around and the coconut trees ...HELLO GOA..!!!

Almost the entire staff was gathering at the terrace for group photos. I also reluctantly joined them. After a few photos people started getting back to work I also moved towards the office. The front office had a seating area and few girls were still posing around. Pooja also joined them and pulled me too.
These girls are really chirpy and though we are meeting for the first time yet it feels that we have known each other since long.






Especially this tiny little girl with long, black, straight hair. She must be barely 5 feet tall, dusky complexion and her hair touched her waist. I don't know why but I am instinctively drawn to her. I can see her looking at me from the corner of her eyes. I ask her for her number so that I can send their pictures and she, Ritu, smiles and shares her number. Her smile was so innocent that I could barely take my eyes off her. My phone rings bringing me back to senses. And reality strikes....The caller id says - Nisha, my fiance, I am about to get married in 3 months.






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Every second friday stay tuned for my doze of fiction.







Friday, 2 December 2016

Feel the rush!!











As she stood backstage, she could clearly hear the crowd cheer and knew he was on the vocals. As he sang her favorite song she rushed towards the stage and the sparkle rushed to her eyes. She knew he will search for her and she will be there all smiles. But all the time his eyes were glued to the crowd.



Dejected she made way back and never saw the drummist who played with all the vigor and his eyes on her...just her.


Word Count : 83



The posts are part of #fridayfotofiction hosted every friday by Tina and Mayuri.

Every friday, fiction it is!!

Friday, 25 November 2016

The table by the window #fridayfotofiction





The restaurant staff was jubilant as their entire restaurant was booked for the entire evening.
The host had asked them to decorate it in red and silver. And a special table to be set by the window with champagne.





And the 35 year old Sam, the host for the evening came, alone. Sam went and sat at the table beside the window and took out his cellphone and the entire evening was spent by him looking at his dead wife's pictures on phone and drinking.  It has been 5 years today that he lost her coming home from a party.


Word Count : 100

The posts are part of #fridayfotofiction hosted every friday by Tina and Mayuri.

Every friday, fiction it is!!

Friday, 18 November 2016

The lanes #fridayfotofiction


I want to write like Ruskin Bond and Woody Allen. I love to read fiction and now I want to write too. Every week the blog will feature at least one fiction.




The Lanes                








He - “Hey beautiful would you drive? I want to take in this beautiful scene, these forests, the clean air, clear skies, non traffic road we will be missing this in the city."

I - “Sure and going by your words, let's switch seats fast or you'll never want us to go back."


He - (getting out of car) "Why you like the city streets more than these non chaotic roads?"


I just smiled and got to the driving seat. But this beautiful way reminded me of those city bylanes and my crazy sexacapades...yes, I liked the city streets more.

WORD COUNT = 100

I am participating in #fridayfotofiction hosted by Tina and Mayuri. Fiction in just 100 words it is.




Tina Basu


Friday, 11 November 2016

The house #fridayfotofiction

My trail of thoughts was broken when my little girl came crying to my seat.

I - "What's the matter princess?"
She - "Daddy, that boy sitting at the back of the bus says this jungle has ghosts. You said there is nothing like ghosts. He is scaring me and says there is a haunted house here.
I -" No dear, don't be afraid there are no ghosts or haunted houses. Forget it, he is lying, come here l will play with you.

I had to divert her attention from the thought and the window by my seat, as we passed that haunted house.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Another milestone #Blogbuddy

Hola!!

Life never stops surprising you!!

I started blogging in 2011 but I got to know blogging as it is in 2015 by a chance meeting with blogchatter. Blogchatter hasn't just made me a frequent blogger but enlightened me to actual blogging. I started to blog as I had heard people can even earn money by blogging...hahaha...yes money was my motive...and even today I am no way around it.

If you'll go to the earlier posts on my blog they are a mix of almost everything. I per se don't even want to go there ;)

When I saw blogchatter they were announcing blogbuddy 1.0 and luckily I made the list. Though it'll be a year this December that I joined blogbuddy but there are umpteen things I learned.

I have met several sets of people and each and everyone has their specific specialities and genres. Blogging requires a lot of effort and dedication. It never is and never was only about writing.  It is about writing with reading, sharing and promoting. The more the availability of Internet the more important it is to use the Internet.

Now we are embarking on blogbuddy 3.0

Today I believe I have actually upped my mark and working on effectively to move ahead. The quantum of growth I have made is something which I never thought of. I want to continue the same and dedicate more to blogging than I actually do. My new buddy group is full of people highly experienced in blogging and I am sure helping each other we all are going to move further ahead.

Expecto Patronum

I am a Blogbuddy with Blogchatter :) :)

Sunday, 16 October 2016

The Martian



We were out for a family dinner and I always look forward to these dinners. It's great time to hang out with the entire family, chit-chat, loads of fun and some intelligent interesting conversations too.

What was interesting that night was “The Martian “

We entered the hotel and as we took the stairs to the restaurant I caught a glimpse of “The Martian” running on the HUGE TV… yes it was HUGE, in the lobby. And it all started the entire time from there to the table the topic was “The Martian “.

I will definitely suggest anyone to everyone to watch this movie. Though “The Martian “ is a sci-fi but if you look at it hard it is much more than that.

“The Martian “ is being directed by Ridley Scott, based on Andy Weir's 2011 novel The Martian. Well till date I haven't read the book but as per the movie it revolves around how one astronaut is left behind at Mars, how he survives and is being rescued back to earth.

Going by the same most people may let it pass if they are not interested in sci-fi but actually it is about life. The way I see it I found it very motivating. It actually is like documenting what we read in many self -help books.





The movie shows the main protagonist’s struggle to stay active and motivated alone on a planet with no communication, no contact, not even any faintest idea whether people know he is alive or not.


The main points that I grab from “The Martian” are -

It says it loud and clear that despite all odds one needs to keep going on never quit .

Self motivation is the biggest of all.

Study hard, because knowledge and learning help at every stage of your life.

Importance of team, one person can perform to his own strengths but he needs a strong team to carry forward. A team can pull up one at his worst and brings everyone at the same level.

A Leader has to take the initiative and exemplify.

The movie is gripping if you like sci-fi, but as I say just look at it closer and it may win anyone's heart.

And here are few of my favourite dialogues --

“Do your math"

“Everyday I go outside because I can"

“In your face.................. " go watch "The Martian" for this one ;)

* Image source the web.