Sunday, May 27, 2012

Setting 6 - #Excitement

From @dbijal

It all started when I turned 18. It was mixed emotion for which I have one word -excitement. Few years later, on paper I achieved it. But in reality, it was still long way to go.

My dad was skeptical about it. I was firm that I want it. Had I relied on him, it wouldn't have happened on paper also.

It was time I took things in my hand. Finally, all efforts paid off. I learned driving!!!

From @samiksha_adukia:

“5…4…3…2…1… Lightsoff… Music!”
Back-stage- instructions; front stage- attention
Simple words they are for crowd in the fest
A high they bring in the performers all set

I read, I heard, I wished, I was there
The Summer-Winter Funks are a dancer’s affair
Check out the performances – hip-hop-jazz-contemporary it be
Bustling with mixed dancers- daddies-daughters-hubbies-buddies

Classes-techniques-costume-practice
Become ‘too much’ in busy weeks?
Only when music turns and curtains raise
You know why it was worth it.

From @Shraddha_G:

“It‘s my fifth joint of marijuana & I’m at all time high! Last night I was with my girlfriend on my Harley Davidson on a long drive to the north. Spent my entire night romancing her on the beach. The week before I bought a Lambo out of the Car Rally Championship prize money. Next week going on a Vegas Vacation with girlfriend again! … …. .. ” says 60-yr-old rich divorcee!

Dude... that’s Excitement!!

From @KartikIyer:

First stride, he took off….
Thundered by a blast from the past;
His psyche shattered, falling just 400m before the finish line,
He thought, Atlanta 1996 Olympics, was his last.

In Sydney 2000, a nail biter it was,
defeated by just a tenth of a second,
broken, bruised, battered he was.

Today, 2004 Athens,
As El Guerrouj’s calves went ablaze,

From 5-4-3-2-1, his heart finally kissed the ribbon….

Thats when Athens erupted and Morocco swayed!

From @DeliciousStrawberry:

Tonight was the night. She finally agreed for doing it on their prom night. Its been a while since he was coaxing her. Sex was a big deal; he will join the ranks. No more virginity was reputation, Sunayna is a beautiful hot thing. Damn, its gonna be nice, wonderful, fucking amazing. Car, check; Strawberry condoms, check; Hotel, check; fragrant candles, check.

Later that night, Krish's first time excitement lasted 30 seconds.

From @crazyandhow:

Fabulous, beautiful, something to explore and boast about. Friends, family, neighbours; she just couldn't hide her enthusiasm. First foreign trip is so special, Europe is icing on the cake. Two months of planning; 20 days trip; Archana was grinning. A joyous trip, a break; an unwinding experience awaited her. Excited she reached the Airport.

Her passport lay on the desk at home.
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Saturday, May 26, 2012

Setting 5 - #Summer

From @dbijal:


Bright, hot, sun, beach, mangoes are few things which comes to mind with summer. However, last year mountains, melting snow, icy winds, momos was my summer.


We can enjoy the summer in months of monsoon at Ladhak. The summer of Ladhak brings with it the only chance for everyone worldwide to see its beauty.


Sun but no heat, lake but no beach,
Beauty which is loved by each.


That's Ladhak...


From @KartikIyer:
I see the Fireball screaming ‘Hey, Im back’
With vengeance, with turmoil,
4 months for it to coil.
I see the Scandinavian’s lips stretching vertically,
Dear Indians look gloom, with everyone cribbing ‘Itni gharmi’,
Jamaicans and Aussies were never bothered by the sky,
the Arabs would still have a ‘stuffed camel in deep fry’!
Europeans seem to be in joy,
With the exception of the Greeks, who are still wondering how they won over Troy!

From @Shraddha_G:
It all started with a Mango. One summer afternoon she came to our Mango-yard to steal mangoes. I caught her & for both it was love at first sight. We were Mango fressers.
Every summer vacations afternoons were spent at my Mango-yard till we both graduated.
“How will you look after my daughter?” Her dad asked.
“With lots of love & flourishing mango yard.”
We got married that summer.
“Mang”esh weds “Aam”bika!
From @YogeshKabra1:
While for the most part of this world, summer is festive, A centrifugal force to strip the cloaks and then the costumes, lotion-lay-drink-lotion-lay-slurp. The minority melts with beseeching heat, 50* C is the fucking truth, Sirocco-pangs-duster-mirage! A disdainful time full of slimy sweat, the noon is daunting and the sun berserk, Summer is a mood, summer is the reality, for some a fest and the other unrest.

From @crazyandhow:
Beautiful; innocent; her heart warming smile rushed as deep love in my veins. I believed in absolute soul connection; our affection took it to another level. Those conversations in college; those glances; beauty of our subtlety. She is crazy for me, but angry sometimes. We are still meant to be with each other; lovebirds. Evil world cannot get to us. I will kill those cops if required; Summer will talk to me again.
*following her*

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Setting 4 - #Illusion

From @NidhiGarimaGoyal:

I sat there gazing at my toddler. He sniffed in the air and extended
his arm, as if to grab something.  Soon he was chasing and grabbing at
whatever that something was. I noticed him. His chase was serious and
frustration evident. Till he looked at me with his father’s eyes. Then
the salty rivulets began to flow. It was futile to believe in or hope
that my man had never left, never abandoned me.

From @Smiley:

She thought she was living her dream. She was in love, he was perfect.
Dark skinned, tall, intelligent and witty. He made her laugh and her
cared for her though he never said that he loved her. But she knew, so
why bother. For the world, they were not in a relationship, but in her
mind she was.
Then he left. For another woman.
She lived not her dream, but her illusion.

From @Ravigolani:

She hugged him tight. He was the only one who had believed her when
nobody did. He cheered her on days she felt dejected. The
transformation was complete. She was ready to fly away, to a virgin
world of possibilities. He prayed, as he did everytime his student
graduated, that her illusion would not break. The virgin world was,
after all, known to mercilessly destroy all innocence.

From @SamikshaAdukia

The Siamese Twins.
Me: “Hole shit!
What if I forget everything at the time when it matters…Can I get cold feet…I am not sure If I would be focused…Would I nail it?”
F: “Bruahaha…I am ferocious…I am fear…Can you see how can I scare the shit out of you!
Cos you know, morons like you don’t know my brother, Illusion.”
“Bruahaha…Hell yes, I can affect reality!”

From @DeliciousStrawberry:

Love was in the air; every time he caressed my hand; that soft touch. Every time he gave the gentle hug; smelt my hair. It was in the air with those long coffees; those conversations; those deep dark secrets we told no one else. Love was blooming in our first deep kiss; how he took me by surprise; in the promises we made each other. Saw; that bastard was sleeping with Poonam.
Love. Forever. Illusion.

From @crazyandhow:

He hears, sees, reads too. Sometimes, intelligently he questions. Sometimes he is answered.
Drawn by fears; curiosity; want. He wanders; sure and unsure. He knows it all; that’s what he thinks.
History tells stories of where every generation din’t realize their follies. In his time; he just paints; pictures, himself; world; life.
No man knows his illusions.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Setting 3 - #Hate

From @Shraddha_G:

Today again this sparkling wine walked past me… As always she took my breath away…  It’s just for her I started putting up with that Greek Integration& Derivatives crap. I smiled whenever she looked at me. At first she smiled back, but continued with her lecture. Days passed. My fantasy would grow wilder by the day…  I flunked in Math. Just because I stalked her, made a pass at her..?
Fuck I hate math!


From @ravigolani:


An empty mind is a devil’s workshop.
Doesn’t seem like it as far as I am concerned. On the contrary I yearn
for moments my mind is empty. These are the ones that help me build
myself. It is during these rare moments that I am able to back my
thoughts, actions and plans.Reconciliation of my world with “real” world.
And I hate it when the devil does not speak to me.



From @yogeshkabra2:


Hate is fragile
Fragile is vanity
Vanity is austerity
Austerity is noble
Noble is chivalry
Chivalry is magnanimous
Magnanimous is rarity
Rarity is coveted
Coveted is beneficial
Benefit is capricious
Caprice is loathed
Loathing is society
Society is reality
Reality is a paradox
Paradox is hate, because love is life and love doesn't make sense if their isn't hate.

From @iNiksB:
He greeted him. one was successful, other wasn't. They were good friends. and could've been better. One had everything but his love, and the other had his love. They were sill together, as friends. They had two things in common. Love. and Hate.

@vishalvagabond:


I stood alongside the outrageous heat, the pyre; felt nothing in comparison to my burning heart.
I had driven a cruel knife into his heart; razor sharp. Never felt worse. I killed a man; ripped his heart. And not just any man. I din’t mean to, it happened and now I grieve; this guilt. How will I live with myself; those stupid last words I told him.
Dad, I really dint mean I hate you.

@shraddhamoghe:


‘Oh I cannot come out with you, told you. You are sweet but we are just friends.’
He stared into those beautiful brown eyes; from naughty to serious in seconds.  Aghh, he has to be smarter than this.
They flirted all year.
Her laughs; sexy smile; sweet help; long chats; coffee breaks and again  a NO.
‘I hate you Neha; such a fucking tease.’

@crazyandhow:


Fucking dog; Bastard; Sprang up in my life; ugly devil.
Ass thought, he would get away with it? Soundrels like him are mistaken;  how dare he glaring at my property.
No. He pays the price for the heinous act.
Ananya was mine before he even met her. Takes my innocent love out; just because I wasn’t around for few days. Die, you rotten pig now, die fucking asshole; the viper poison will teach you a lesson.

Monday, May 14, 2012

#75wordstory next Setting.

As you already know, 75wordstory is a weekend concept where you have to write the given story on the setting tweeted/emailed by @crazyandhow.

We will come back with the next setting on Friday noon 18th May. Stay tuned in via twitter #75wordstory or send an email at 75wordstory@gmail.com for joining the mailing list for more updates.

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