“Light; it plays an incredible game of hide-and-seek with us.”

“Light; it plays an incredible game of hide-and-seek with us.
The earliest memory of my childhood happens to be a very happy one – sitting on my grandfather’s lap, listening to stories of our mythology, of demons and gods, of good and evil and walking down with him to the library to catch up on the adventures of Mickey Mouse.”

And as I first read these words sometime in the middle of a busy mid-2008 afternoon, I was awed! Awed by the author’s ability to play with words. Nikhil; he plays an incredible game with words!

When the story ended as abruptly as it had begun, after scrolling down just 4 or 5 pages, I was left in a confused state of mind. I was lost — I knew I just had to read the full story.Β  When I pestered him, he told me that was the full story; he’d written that to send in for some short-story-writing competition, he said.

Now, almost a year later, when I clicked that nice little “Download” button on his blog, all excited to be reading his new book, I saw myself reading those same words…and wondering where I had read them before. To have been able to read what led to and what followed those words was one of the best things to happen.

After I read it, I told him that “Simran” had left me all confused…and a bit torn apart. Confused, because such serious and mind-numbing words were from a guy whose posts are always a slapstick, humourous entertainer. Torn apart, because one could almost see and feel Nihal’s agony and loss.

“Simran” is a beautiful story that cajoles you lovingly to go forth and get yourself right in the midst of that fierce battle between emotions and logic; mind and heart. It’s the story of a passionately intense relation between the protagonist, Nihal, and the mysterious Simran. From life, love and passion, to hurt, anger, hate and death, Nihal travels through an entire spectrum of emotional turmoil — while Simran becomes the testimony for all that.

Definitely an ‘unputdownable’ work of art! And rightly so, because you live, love, get hurt and hate along with Nihal and Simran. When a reader empathises with a character, it’s undoubtedly the result of aΒ  brilliant author’s incredible penmanship!

Well done, Nikhil! Look forward to the next one! πŸ™‚

Life through a Window!

We often talk about perspective, about differences in opinions and views. We talk about how life is unfair to fair people sometimes; how luck never favours the unlucky (??!!!); how opportunity knocked, but the butler was on leave; how ‘good’ things seldom seem to happen to good people; how life sometimes…ok ok…stuff like that.

Here’s a story that’ll tell you how your perspective and attitude is what matters in life — and how those are the things that open life’s windows for you into the wide, wide world!

Life through a Window…

I’ve written humourous posts, I’ve written sad posts, I’ve written hate posts, I’ve written despair posts, I’ve written book-review posts, I’ve written nostalgic posts, I’ve written funny love posts (if a tag can be considered πŸ˜€ ) and I’ve written some other kind of posts too. I’ve even written a poem (4th grader’s though, it is) but I’ve never written a story! So, here’s one!

(Sakhi, watch out. I might just be a better story-teller than you! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜› )

Life through a Window!

Not so long ago (around 4-5 months back), there lived a frog named Yey!. He lived by a patch of grass on a road’s dead end…and in his ‘neighbourhood’ there were a couple of trees, a pile of stones, a pile of bits and pieces of clothes (probably waste from the tailor’s place), screaming people who lived in big houses, 4 dogs and a corner which was always occupied by dog-shit πŸ˜€ . The four dogs tried to annoy, irritate and humiliate Yey! all the time — whenever they spotted him, they’d chase him, scratch him, paw him…but never killed him! Yey! never complained. “How ironic”, thought Yey!, “I never feel like my name. Never!”

Yey! had, for some reason, imagined that this was the best place to be! He used to hop around town, searching for bugs and flies and any sort of food — but irrespective of the state of his tummy, by 7.00 he’d always rush back ‘home’. Because, every night, between 8.00 and 11.00 p.m., a girl would come out on to her balcony and stay there, chatting on the phone to God-knows-who (some wanna-be frog?).

Yey! used to hop around her, wondering when she’d come to her senses and kiss him (yeah…too many fairy tales, I know!) In fact, she and her on-the-phone friend had named him ‘Yey!‘ — surely, she wanted him to be happy and feel ‘yey’ all the time, he thought. Yey! yearned to get her love and attention. That never happened, and soon after that, the girl moved out of town too.

Yey! was heartbroken. He began to notice the kind of life he was having…dogs and dog-shit and screamer-at-dogs neighbour and piles of clothes and stones and dust and…and no water! Not even during the rains would a puddle form, where Yey! could swim around in joy! And what was worse, he did not even get the girl who’d given him a name, an identity! Yey! realised he was missing ‘life’ big time. Yey! decided that it was high-time he took some steps. He did.

The steps led him to an electronics shop. He bought a laptop. He decided:

I’ll make friends…
I’ll find a job..
I’ll socialise…
I’ll even blog!

And, my friends, he installed Windows XP! And got a Life through a Window! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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P.S.: Today, Yey! is a successful frog. He is happily married to Eeeks, one of the most beautiful females frogkind has ever seen; has 3 kids — Nge, Hain and Wow; works towards eradication of mosquito-borne diseases; blogs at frogspot.com; and has 871 friends in Orkut. Yey! does not believe in fairy tales anymore. His laptop is named ‘Mac-mac’. πŸ™‚