Good news, fellas! Only women are required to be modest, apparently.

Precious Awakening:

I’ve long heard debates on this topic of ‘modesty’ but nothing so fittingly put across! Good read…and it blessed me!

Originally posted on The Matt Walsh Blog:

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I feel scandalized.

I was scrolling my Facebook newsfeed (there’s my first mistake) and suddenly my eyes were viciously assaulted by immodest and improper images that had been posted by someone clearly begging for attention; some shameless floozy selfishly attempting to enflame lust and covetousness in the heart of the unsuspecting viewer.

I should mention that the person in the images was a man, and he was, mercifully, fully clothed.

In fact, the focus of the photo wasn’t even a person at all. My Facebook ‘friend’ had posted a picture of his expensive new boat. I know that it was expensive, because he alluded to the steep price in the caption, saying that he has the ‘best wife in the world’ because she ‘actually let [him] buy this.’

You see what he did there (besides insinuating that the value of his spouse depends on her cooperation with his desire to purchase pricey recreational equipment)? Lest you accuse him of being uncouth, he cloaked his boast in a compliment of his ‘best wife,’ which means…

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My New Year’s Resolution – To Get A Divorce

Precious Awakening:

Lovely post…three months down, but still a great resolution to stick with in this ‘not-so-old’ year of 2014! I’ve re-blogged this awesome post from Lesley Carter’s . I’m going for it…check it out!

Originally posted on Bucket List Publications:

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I’ve been cheating on Darren for almost two years and it’s time I admit it to myself and the world. It’s with someone who’s a reliable, funny, genius and never leaves me feeling lost. But if you’re thinking, “What a ‘….’”, give me a minute to explain because I think you’ve been cheating too and it’s time we get a divorce.

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Bondy goes fishing (a short story)

Here’s a sample from my first, self-published book titled, “Grandma, Tell Me More!” This post includes the first story from this book. To ensure optimal file size, I’ve used a blend of texts and images for an effective rendering of this blog post. Please share your reading experience at the end of this blog post.

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He would giggle on purpose when someone slipped or fell. He would draw funny pictures of students and paste these picture papers on the wall or benches in the class forcing everyone to burst into laughter. When students found their lunch boxes exchanged, they’d know at once who was at work. Friends tripping off tangled shoelaces would not be surprised about the mastermind. Bondy’s sinister laughter rang out loud after each mishap.

Bondy enjoyed troubling others and laughing at their mistakes. This seemed to justify people resenting him. He urged his classmates to include him in the group events. But none wanted him. Moreover, Bondy being short he was not keen to participate in the racing events. He eventually had to settle down for the fishing tournament as a lone contender from grade four. Least effort he thought. He had no idea about fishing other than the fishing scenes he had watched in the zillion or so cartoon programs.

“All the very best, my little brother”, pepped Guindy as they alighted the bus at the school, “And do not trouble anyone today”. Bondy shrugged off the daily remark and didn’t bother to respond. He trudged with his heavy bag and a heart that surprisingly seemed much heavier today.

It was the last day of sports today. All the major events were over. The school had witnessed a much fiercer competition this year, but sadly, grade four had not won any prize. With Bondy representing grade four in the fishing tournament, today did not promise much hope for them.

Soon after the assembly bell rang, students from each grade proceeded towards the school’s backyard pond. It was the school’s heritage property.


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To earn the local support, the school also charted out schedules for outsiders to visit the pond. No doubt the pond was a charm not only for the school but for the neighbourhood as well, thus luring the entire town. But for today, Bondy was lured to wish the pond would vanish along with the fishes, bushes and the breeze.

After the spectators settled down, it was time for the contestants to enter the arena. As the names were announced, the corresponding grade students shrieked out cheers, whistles and released thunderous claps into the sunny mid-morning air. The pond seemed to echo the cheers right back. Each contestant picked up the school-provided tackles and proceeded to the arena. Bondy wished the nearing-noon sun would scorch the pond as well. His wishful thoughts were snapped as he heard the volunteers shouting slogans to advertise their eateries. These were senior students selling water cans, popcorn cups, caps and fancy whistles.

“And finally, put your hands together for Bondy who is here to represent grade four”, screeched the loudspeaker. Bondy picked up the tackle that included fishing line, caperlan net, hooks and baits. With a heave and a sigh he lugged himself into the arena. All he could hear was the popcorn volunteers’ sale chants. No claps, no whistles and no cheers! Bondy looked at the stand where grade four students were seated. He limply waved at his classmates and spotted a few half-hearted hands waving back. Did that seem to lighten his heavy heart a bit? Not quite sure. He sure had earned hatred. Will he get a chance to rectify? He felt miserable. He was anyway trapped for three hours till the competition lasted.


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However, there was no action in Bondy’s camp. For almost an hour his bait went unnoticed. And when his bait finally seemed to get noticed, the fishes pulled at his line as well. Whenever he felt a tug, in a frenzy he would draw out the fishing line only to notice the hook without the bait. He would then fix another bait and release it back into the pond. Alas, there was no fish caught and no one to notice or cheer him in his camp!

At the end of two hours, Bondy still hadn’t caught any fish and his baits had almost come to an end. Nevertheless, the show must go on till it lasts. As he released his last bait into the pond, one of the volunteers reached out to him with a large cup of popcorn and a folded piece of paper. “Your classmates and teacher from grade four have sent this note and popcorn for you”, smilingly said the volunteer. With the fishing line in one hand, he reached out for the note with the other. The clueless Bondy unfolded the note to read one of the finest ever words of comfort and encouragement:

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Tears welled in Bondy’s eyes. That note meant the world to him. For all his pranks, his classmates should have scorned and mocked at him just as he loved to. He was ashamed of his mean behavior. Despite his meanness, his classmates stood by him. This seemed like another chance that he needed. “It would be sad if I did not mend my ways at least now”, Bondy thought to himself. He decided never to laugh at others’ mistakes, never to scorn or mock others. Quite strangely and suddenly, he felt like a winner despite not having caught a single fish. His friends’ acceptance had won his heart. Boy, did that burden roll off his heart! It seemed quite so light now.

“Be quick. Here, take your cup of popcorn. It’s the last twenty minutes left now. Just hurry up, I have other things to do as well”, shouted the volunteer. Holding the fishing line in one hand and the precious note in the other, Bondy found it cumbersome to suddenly multitask. Seeing Bondy struggle with too many things, the busy volunteer placed the extra-large cup of popcorn on the iron fence that enclosed Bondy’s seat at the edge of the pond.

Suddenly, it seemed as if the heavens had switched their attention, now focusing on Bondy. The morning breeze swished and gently swooshed the huge cup of popcorns. Splosh! Plop and plop fell the cup and with it all the popcorns right into the pond. The hundreds of corns bobbing on the surface of the water at Bondy’s camp seemed to have triggered a visual siren in the fish kingdom below. Within minutes Bondy’s camp was filled with fishes all lunging at the popcorns.


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THE END

Painful yet gainful gifting (a short story)

Chanchal and Gulgul

Once upon a time, there were two close friends named, Chanchal and Gulgul. Chanchal was a frisky butterfly and she loved the sunshine, prancing from one pretty flower to another. She cherished the openness of the fields and the strong aromatic nectar that lured her for a hearty meal. Gulgul, a tough piece of jaggery, on the other hand feared melting away in the sun and so preferred the cool shade of his small yet neat home inside the hollow of a sturdy Banyan tree.

Chanchal would sit on a branch closest to Gulgul’s entrance and chat away with him. Gulgul waited to hear the soft chirping of his friend Chanchal. They loved each other’s company; but alas, they could not be together! Chanchal hated darkness and so never visited Gulgul’s house. Gulgul on the other hand feared sunshine and was content hearing his friend’s voice from within his home than being scorched in the sun’s heat outside. Because of the reservations, theirs was a restricted friendship.

Seeing their plight, the wise old Banyan tree decided to do his bit. He began counselling Chanchal and Gulgul individually. He advised them to bring a unique gift for each other. The gift should focus on helping the receiver overcome the reservation, if not completely, at least bit by bit. Both loved the idea and thought about working on their secret gift.

A few weeks passed by. One fine sunny morning, Gulgul woke to the shrill chirps of his dear friend. She had left a gift at his door and was asking him to step out to take it. Fretting away, Gulgul tried to play it easy. Excitedly he thanked his friend and further said that he too had a gift for Chanchal and so she must come inside to take a look. The wise old Banyan tree sensed reluctance on either side. “Oh! That’s another problem now”, thought the Banyan tree. He quickly joined their conversation and told them that friendship many times requires sacrifices and the stronger one should usually take the first step. After a while, Chanchal bravely announced she will take the initiative and go in to meet Gulgul. Gulgul’s joy knew no bounds.

As soon as Chanchal entered the house, she had a wonderful surprise. Dear Gulgul had made some adjustments in his house to make Chanchal feel comfortable. He had chiselled a wee bit of hole atop for a thin ray of sunlight and cool breeze to streak inside. This would not harm Gulgul much. Further, he had a mirror placed opposite the entrance of his house. He had gone out of his way to find that old, huge mirror from his attic and wiped it clean. Standing inside his house, Chanchal saw a reflection of the outside, beautiful and bright world. She felt so much at home now! She could not thank Gulgul enough. She hugged him and sang a beautiful song for him. Then happily she brought forth her gift. She placed the gift on Gulgul’s head. Gulgul suddenly felt as if the temperature drastically fell to a pleasant coolness. Chanchal had made a colourful hat-umbrella of many petals and dried leaves. Wasn’t that cool! The scars on Chanchal’s delicate wings spoke a lot about her efforts in making the hat-umbrella. Gulgul now had a strange boldness to step out in the sun. Without Chanchal’s asking, he ran outside and called out to her to join him.

Both the friends enjoyed their wonderful times together now. Neither sunshine nor darkness could confine their friendship. As Gulgul and Chanchal set out for a stroll into the vast open fields, the wise old Banyan tree smiled and shouted out to them, “Neither the hat nor the mirror is the gift guys. Your small adjustments and sacrifices are the hidden gifts that help strengthen your friendship. Here’s to blessed gifting then!”

I Am Happy I Quit! (a poem)

I loved my work
till it was more of a passion
and not any routine.

I contributed daily
to help the team
meet our corporate goals.

But good work was not valued
often was treated as cheap dirt
triggering acute dissatisfaction.

My work-life-imbalance whirled
my family’s strong foundation,
causing unhappiness everywhere.

My seniors schemed and tossed my role
eventually taking its toll
until I could take it no more.

I quit my 12-12 routine
and here I am having fun
learning to write a Triversen.

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*** This poem is currently participating at the Triversen contest (@robertleebrewer). A triversen is an 18-line, poetic form developed by Sir William Carlos Williams. The Triversen rules include:

  • Each stanza equals one sentence.
  • Each sentence/stanza breaks into 3 lines (each line is a separate phrase in the sentence).
  • There is a variable foot of 2-4 beats per line.
  • The poem as a whole should add up to 18 lines (or 6 stanzas).

The Power of Zero (a poem)

Everyone calls me a zero,
but I am a hero
ready for a furore.

By myself I am nil,
almost silent and still
having no power or will.

Surrounded by a hollow,
my pride I swallow
and in all humility I follow.

In great power I revel,
following numerals,
either singles or in multiples.

I am an empty brace,
equalled to a space
having power to expand at a speedy pace.

Be happy as a zero,
unlike any Nero,
our prowess none can veto.

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This poem is currently participating at the Triversen contest (@robertleebrewer). A triversen is an 18-line poetic form developed by Sir William Carlos Williams. The Triversen rules include:

  • Each stanza equals one sentence.
  • Each sentence/stanza breaks into 3 lines (each line is a separate phrase in the sentence).
  • There is a variable foot of 2-4 beats per line.
  • The poem as a whole should add up to 18 lines (or 6 stanzas).

Who comes knocking by now?

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Knock, knock
Woke Up Now (WUN): Who is it at this hour?
Wassup buddy!
WUN: Oh how’s you, I haven’t yet started my day…
It’s ok, you can have a great start by first responding to all those waiting messages. Quick, send some cute smileys, bouquets and you’ll feel good you are connected. People will love you for your quick turnarounds and for remembering them too.
WUN: Oh! Can you wait…how about beginning my day by first reading His message to me in His Word and by first connecting with Him…He’s got some wonderful messages that will put a smile on my face and lif…

Knock, knock
WUN: Who is it?
Just face it, you first need to connect with all your smiling friends across the globe. They are waiting for you!
WUN: Oh no, I was thinking of first gazing upon His face by meditating on His book and then seeking Him in prayer…
C’mon, you can share some interesting quotes and inspire others. What’s the use if you keep meditating but not share interesting messages, images, quotes, videos with your friendly faces? Their ‘Likes’ will boost your day! Hurry up now.
WUN: It ought not to be so, if I do not connect with my Maker, I’ll have no face to show to my friends and dear ones…btw the entire face race needs Him, not me for an inspir…

Knock, knock
WUN: Who is it again?
You’ve got mail! Here, some extremely important ones have come in…check if you’ve landed that lucrative job offer. Just hurry up before the day’s business catches you!
WUN: Oh, first I need to read those lucrative, timeless messages my Creator and Saviour has posted for me in His word. Everything else can wait…
Utter foolishness this is!
WUN: But Christ has chosen the foolish things of this world to confound the wise and…

Knock, knock
WUN: Now who is it?
I religiously notify your website and digital pages’ performances and you seem to see through me? Well ne’er mind…you are doing awesome and your fans are waiting for you, their hero! Hurry up and post something thrilling now.
WUN: There is no greater hero than Christ…I need to first connect with my God and hero, Christ…
Kaput, this sure is a loser’s trait!

Knock, knock
WUN: Who again?
I link you up with corporates, and is this how you respect me?
WUN: But I first need to link up with my God through His Word and meditati…
How unprofessional can you get?

Knock, knock
WUN: Who now?
Have been buzzing for some time now…can you please return the calls immediately and then respond to those zillion vibrating messages. Am tired of jigging around!
WUN: Wait…I first need to call upon my Creator God and connect with Him through His Word and meditation. You just wait…
And act like a total snob…my fate I’m stuck with you!

Knock, knock
WUN: Oh no not again! Just who is it now?
Have been chirping around…and you don’t seem to lend an ear?
WUN: I first need to listen to what He has to say in His Word.
But you can read those and other similar verses, cute messages and pictures shared in your network as well. Tons of good things are being chirped about eh! Don’t be a loser now…c’mon hurry up and chirp your 140 characters and read what others have to say as well!
WUN: Reading those plenty many scriptural verses, inspirations, and quotes will only keep me afloat awhile, but I want to learn to be a great swimmer. And fellowshipping with His Word equips me with life skills and besides, I have come to believe that, all that twitters is not told! I need to first draw from the very Source, my Maker! Not now, you just wait!

(*****a long pause after what seemed like a ripping struggle…a gentle move)
Knock, knock
WUN: Who is it?
I am standing at the door and knocking. If anyone listens to my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he will eat with me. (Rev 3:20)
WUN: Speak, Lord, Your servant hears! Help me to first seek Your kingdom and Your righteousness.