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		<title>A Friend in Need?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 10:47:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Thank You for calling me,enquiring about my health,well being,safety. Telling me that you missed me. Expressing your desire for the meet up&#8221;. &#8220;A BIG Thank You for making me realise my potential,capability and caliber,but calling me only when you seek help!!&#8221; Filed under: 55 Fiction, Fiction<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=swathipradeepinscribes.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14761466&amp;post=61&amp;subd=swathipradeepinscribes&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>&#8220;Thank You for calling me,enquiring about my health,well being,safety. Telling me that you missed me. Expressing your desire for the meet up&#8221;.</strong></div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>&#8220;A BIG Thank You for making me realise my potential,capability and caliber,but calling me only when you seek help!!&#8221;</strong></div>
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		<title>Letter from an Employee</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 10:44:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Archer</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She said,&#8221;Yes Sir, I need salary Hike&#8221;,&#8221;I need promotion&#8221;,&#8221; I need my own cabin&#8221;,&#8221;I need reimbursement of all my bills&#8221;,&#8221;I need a car&#8221;,&#8221;I need house&#8221;,&#8221;I need all the luxuries in life&#8221;. But,Sorry,&#8221;I will not indulge in Boot licking&#8221;! Filed under: 55 Fiction, Fiction<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=swathipradeepinscribes.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14761466&amp;post=56&amp;subd=swathipradeepinscribes&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>She said,&#8221;Yes Sir, I need salary Hike&#8221;,&#8221;I need promotion&#8221;,&#8221; I need my own cabin&#8221;,&#8221;I need reimbursement of all my bills&#8221;,&#8221;I need a car&#8221;,&#8221;I need house&#8221;,&#8221;I need all the luxuries in life&#8221;.</strong></div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>But,Sorry,&#8221;I will not indulge in Boot licking&#8221;!</strong></div>
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		<title>SOCH LO!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 16:58:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This post is my entry for Indiblogger&#8217;s &#8220;Soch Lo&#8221; Contest! &#8220;Do All Relationships come with the Past&#8221;? Soch Lo!! Prerna and Prem were childhood buddies. They went to the same school,studied in same class,resided in the same locality as neighbours and grew up together. They went to school together,had lunch together,played together and studied together. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=swathipradeepinscribes.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14761466&amp;post=41&amp;subd=swathipradeepinscribes&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p><strong>This post is my entry for Indiblogger&#8217;s </strong><a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/topic.php?topic=25" target="_blank"><strong>&#8220;Soch Lo&#8221; Contest!</strong></a></p>
<p><em><strong>&#8220;Do All Relationships come with the Past&#8221;? Soch Lo!!</strong></em></p>
<p><strong>Prerna and Prem were childhood buddies. They went to the same school,studied in same class,resided in the same locality as neighbours and grew up together. They went to school together,had lunch together,played together and studied together. Both found solace in each other&#8217;s company. Everyone who knew them realised that they were meant for each other.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Years advanced,Prerna tranformed into a beautiful damsel. All the guys in her high school gyrated at her sight. They longed to date her. Many even dreamt of possessing her as their girl friend. Many guys tried to woo her by sending roses,love letters painted with their blood,singing songs,conducting surprise birthday parties,presenting expensive gifts etc..But all their attempts turned futile as she was least interested in love and was more interested in her academics.</strong></p>
<p><strong>One day Prem was at Prerna&#8217;s house for combined study.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Prem,I m feeling tired. I ll have a shower and refresh myself. Be seated until then&#8221;.</strong></p>
<p><strong>He sat on the sofa,frantically,pressing the remote and within 5 mins,he was skimming through sports channels and totally engrossed in it.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prerna returned refreshed from her shower. Her long black silky tress flowing through her shoulders. Wind blew few strands of her tress on her face,which she gently tucked it behind her ears using her milky white fingers. She later picked up a soft,smooth towel and gently started drying  her tress with it. Prem watched agape, each and every minute details of this lovely events unfolding in front of his eyes. His heart beat started to multiply. He experienced a strange feeling,but did not know what it was.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prerna: Ok,now I m back,lets start studying.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prem nodded. Both started to study. She was deeply engrossed in the notes,but Prem&#8217;s mind was disturbed. He could not concentrate. He kept glancing at her repeatedly to be caught by her red-handed many times.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prem returned home. He could not sleep. He tossed in his bed thinking and reliving his moments with her throughout the night. Early morning,he woke up and realised that he was in love with her. He hurried to her house to propose,but she had already left for school.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prem reached school. On finding Prerna,he ran to her.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Prerna!! I need to talk to you about something&#8221;!</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prem,lets talk later.. I need to revise for my test.</strong></p>
<p><strong>That evening while returning back home,with her lovely light brown eyes sporting a question mark,Prerna asks.. &#8220;Prem,you needed to talk something?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prem once glanced into her lovely eyes. He was lost. &#8220;Well,nothing important Prerna&#8221; Forget it. He feared sense of rejection. He did not want to lose her or her friendship. He was confused. He feared that she would turned down his proposal and even stop talking with him. His heart ached and longed to tell her how much he loved her,but his mind warned him against doing something stupid.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Next week was Prerna&#8217;s birthday. He wished to make it special and propose his feelings for her. He arranged a surprise birthday party for her. Bought her favourite cake,roses,huge birthday card on which he wrote..</strong></p>
<blockquote><p><em><strong>&#8220;Somepeople touch our hearts so sweetly that</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>You cannot stop dreaming about them..</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>I take this opportunity to inform you that</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>YOU are ONE among them&#8221;!</strong></em></p></blockquote>
<p><strong>Prerna satiated her party,her gifts,her surprises. She finally opened Prem&#8217;s card. Her lovely brown eyes scanned through each and every word written inside. A lovely curve emerged on her rosy lips.She loved each and every word written to her by him.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Prem,Thanks a lot for the lovely surprise party!&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Thats fine. Did you read the card?</strong></p>
<p><strong>Yes,I did.. It was nice.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prem&#8217;s heart sank. He expected better reaction than just &#8220;nice&#8221;. He was confused. He did not know whether she understood his feelings for her,or she did not want to commit to him so early. Prem everytime thought of confessing his feelings for her,but would be lost everytime he saw her. Years passed and both passed out of their school and entered college. Fortunately or unfortunately,same college but different branches. Biology fascinated Prerna,so she opted for it. Prem loved working with electronic gadgets,repairing stuffs at his house,hence he opted electronics. Both met at college occasionally. Prem&#8217;s heart skipped a beat whenever his eyes caught her.</strong></p>
<p><strong>It was 12am on valentine&#8217;s day,Prem picked up his phone and dialled Prerna&#8217;s number. His heart swelled  when he heard her excited voice at the other end.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Prem&#8221;!!</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Hi,are you awake? I thought I was distrubing you&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;No,I am awake,tell me..&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;You sound excited,what is the matter? Any good news?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Well,I just finished speaking to Parth now&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Parth?Who is Parth?&#8221; What were you talking to him this midnight?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Obviously,Prem did not feel comfortable with the idea of his lady love talking to some tom,dick and harry on valentine&#8217;s day midnight!</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Hey, cool cool&#8221; You sound angry,what&#8217;s the matter prem?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Nothing,you were telling something about Parth&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Well,you know what? You will not beleive it! Parth is a handsome hunk in our branch. All my class girls are bonkers on him. They long and desire for him&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;OK&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;And know what? He proposed to me tonight&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;What?&#8221; What did you say?&#8221; Prem&#8217;s heart beat multiplied zillion times. He longed to hear her refuse Parth&#8217;s proposal.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Well,I was on cloud nine when he proposed me! I readily accepted it&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prem&#8217;s heart sank. Tears of disappointment and failure filled up his eyes.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Well,congrats Prerna.I m happy for you&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Thanks,by the way,why did you call me this midnight? Everything ok?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Prem composing himself,&#8221;Yes,everything is fine&#8221;. Congrats again and good night!&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prem was shattered. He could not bear the thought of losing his lady love to someone else. He longed for her even more. He wanted to always see her happy,but not at cost of his own happiness. He decided to commit suicide. He had a great friend named Pruthvi. He confided his story in him.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Prem,I know how it feels. I can understand what you are going through. But you need to forget her and move on in your life&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;I cant! I truly love her. I cannot live without her&#8221; I want to die&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Dont be stupid. Everything happens for a reason. You need to concentrate on your career and life now. May be someone better is made for you. Dont be selfish in committing suicide. Think of your parents too. Promise me that you will not do anything stupid&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Ok,I promise&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Placing a stone on his heart,Prem tried immensely to forget Prerna and move on in his life. But the memories of their togetherness haunted him. Everytime he saw her,he realised what he missed and cannot procure in his life.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prerna&#8217;s love with Parth intensified. Their parents knew about it and welcomed their love. Everything was going on smooth in Prerna&#8217;s life. She had a true and handsome lover,great parents,excellent academic record and dreams of bright future. One day she dressed up in her best attire ready to meet Parth at the movie. Humming  a romantic song,she picked up her favourite red lipstick to give final touches to her rosy lips. She started coughing. She drank water,but her cough intensified.Searching for her handkerchief,she covered her mouth to seize the cough. After sometime,she removed her handkerchief from her mouth. Her eyes widened! Her white handkerchief had spots of blood. She felt aghast. She did not know what to do. Her phone started to beep.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Hey sweety,where are you? I am waiting for you&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;well.. ahhh&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Is everything all right honey? You look tensed&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Yes,everything is all right, I have severe headache. Sorry I cannot make it today&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Oh is it? Ok, I ll come and visit you now&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;No no, its all right.. Lets meet tomorrow. Love you bye&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Parth was confused. He anyway went to meet her that day and found her depressed. He thought it might be because of her fever.</strong></p>
<p><strong>That night,Prerna enetered her parents room with tears welled eyes. Her parents were horrified at her sight. Her mother made her sit on the bed,gave her a glass of water and asked with anxiety,&#8221;What happened sweetheart?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Mom,dad, I think I m going to die&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;What? What&#8217;s wrong with you?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Today I coughed blood repeatedly&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Her parents exchanged looks. They were aghast.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Everything is fine sweetheart. Dont worry. We will get you checked tomorrow&#8221; Now go to bed.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prerna could not sleep the entire night. Next day she was taken to the best doctor in the best hospital. The doctor conducted various scans,x-rays,tests on her. He finally called her parents into his chamber:</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Mr and Mrs Rai, I have checked her reports. I m sorry to say that she is suffering from &#8220;Blood Cancer&#8221; Final stage&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Oh My God! It cant be doctor! I think there is soemthing wrong with the reports. Why dont you check her again?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;I can understand your feelings Mr Rai. Its natural to deny the fact. But I have re-checked everything thrice and I m right&#8221; She will not survive for more than a month&#8221; I m sorry&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prerna overheard this conversation and sank in her chair. The sight of her dreams shattering came in front of her eyes. She wished to live long,achieve success,marry Parth,lead a wonderful life dreamt by every women. But now God had been unfair to her. He had shattered her dreams and given her &#8220;time limit&#8221;. She cried uncontrollably,cursing and questioning God. Her parents were even disappointed realising that Prerna knew the truth.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prerna met Parth next evening.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Hi dear,how are you? How is your fever?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Parth,I want to tell you something. I dont know how you will take it&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Now,you are scaring me,what&#8217;s wrong?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Parth,I m suffering from Blood Cancer,Final stage&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Hahahhahahha&#8221; Prerna, you know I love you truly,now why are you testing my love for you?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;I m not testing! I vomitted blood yesterday. My parents took me to the doctor today,he examined my reports thrice and confirmed Blood Cancer. I will not leave more than a month now. Please forget me. I loved you from the deepest of my heart. I longed to live happily with you,but as the saying goes,&#8221;Man proposes,but God disposes, I guess this was my destiny&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Parth,crying uncontrollably,&#8221;No Prerna,something must be wrong,lets recheck again. You cannot live me mid-way&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Everything is right Parth,Its confirmed. Please forget me&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Both of them hugged and cried uncontrollably reminiscing their moments of togetherness,their dreams,fantasies and future plans. Both felt cheated by God and wished for another chance.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prem was shell shocked when he came to know about Prerna&#8217;s ailment. He could not beleive his ears. He went to meet her.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Prerna, I m sorry&#8221; There must be something wrong with the reports.Life cannot be harsh to Lovely girl like you. We will get it re-examined,dont worry&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prerna with tears welled eyes,&#8221;No Prem,everything is over! I ll be gone in 1 month&#8221; Thanks for everything you have done for me in my life. I could not wish for a better friend than you. I reminisce all the moments of our friendship&#8221; Thanks for being a great friend&#8221;!</strong></p>
<p><strong>Prem thought,&#8221;Just friend&#8221;?? He wished to tell her how much he loved her. But did not wish to make her more guilty and depressed.</strong></p>
<p><strong>One month passed. Prerna was in her last day,lying in her bed. Her parents,Prem and Parth surrounded her. She looked pale. Her hair was disheveled. She no longer looked beautiful. Her lovely white skin looked sagged. Her heart and throat ached coughing continuously. It was a pitiable sight. She smiled at everyone for one last time and closed her eyes. She was gone. Everybody cried uncontrollably. Parth and Prem were worst affected.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Years passed,but Prerna still lingered in Prem&#8217;s mind. Parth too could not get out of depression.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Rachna was Prem&#8217;s classmate. She was madly in love with him. She longed for his reciprocation. Prem was aware of this. But he just considered Rachna as his friend. He did not want to hurt her or make her go through the pain of &#8220;rejection&#8221;. So he kept himself aloof from her.</strong></p>
<p><strong>One day,she decided to confess her love for him.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Prem,I want to tell you soemthing. I m truly,madly and deeply in love with you. I cannot stop thinking about you&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Rachna, I m indebted in you for your love,care,concern and feelings.I want to tell you something too. I loved a girl deeply. I wanted to marry her. But she loved somebody else.</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Oh.. Then what happened? Are you all right?Are you still in touch with that girl?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;No,not anymore&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Do you hate her now?&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;I can never hate her in my life! I loved her deeply. I wished for her happiness. I was depressed when I came to know that she loved someone else&#8221;. But gave up my happiness just for hers&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Wow! You are really great Prem! I love this quality of yours immensely&#8221;. So,what&#8217;s the problem now?</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Rachna, she died of Blood Cancer recently&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Oh S***!!&#8221; I m so sorry!</strong></p>
<p><strong>&#8220;That&#8217;s all right.But she is still alive in my mind,heart and dreams. I still reminisce our childhood,our talks,laughs,cries,moments,togetherness&#8221;. I will always love her no matter what&#8221;. I appreciate your feelings for me,but sorry,I will not be able to reciprocate and do justice for you. please forgive me&#8221;</strong></p>
<p><strong>Rachna was shattered. With tears welled eyes,she thought,&#8221;</strong><em><strong>&#8220;Do All Relationships come with the Past&#8221;? </strong></em></p>
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		<title>New Feeling</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 20:06:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My First post for 55 Fiction: She was in New City,New Country,overwhelmed to meet people of her origin. She visited their houses,attended parties. Experienced their &#8220;Flaunting&#8221; attitudes.Found &#8220;Mangalasutras&#8221; &#38; &#8220;Toe Rings&#8221; missing on some married women. Attended cultural functions,witnessed India&#8217;s National Anthem sung after Foreign one. Confused,she stood,when her mind whispered,&#8221;Welcome to USA&#8221;!!! Note: 55 [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=swathipradeepinscribes.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14761466&amp;post=39&amp;subd=swathipradeepinscribes&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>My First post for 55 Fiction:</strong></p>
<blockquote><p><strong>She was in New City,New Country,overwhelmed to meet people of her origin. She visited their houses,attended parties. Experienced their &#8220;Flaunting&#8221; attitudes.Found &#8220;Mangalasutras&#8221; &amp; &#8220;Toe Rings&#8221; missing on some married women. Attended cultural functions,witnessed India&#8217;s National Anthem sung after Foreign one.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Confused,she stood,when her mind whispered,&#8221;Welcome to USA&#8221;!!!</strong></p></blockquote>
<p><strong>Note: 55 Fiction involves writing a fictional story which is less than or equal to 55 words.</strong></p>
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		<title>Love at First sight</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 18:56:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She was 24, wishing for her &#8220;Prince Charming&#8221;. Got many suitors,rejected all, expect one. Visited his parents,but he was in USA. Requested his photo,expected his call.  Both spent &#8220;Magical&#8221; fortnight on video chats,distant calls.Down came Prince crossing thousand seas for a glimpse. They met  first time shared things,laughed &#38; fell in love. She felt like [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=swathipradeepinscribes.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14761466&amp;post=34&amp;subd=swathipradeepinscribes&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p><strong>She was 24, wishing for her &#8220;Prince Charming&#8221;. Got many suitors,rejected all, expect one. Visited his parents,but he was in USA. Requested his photo,expected his call.  Both spent &#8220;Magical&#8221; fortnight on video chats,distant calls.Down came Prince crossing thousand seas for a glimpse. They met  first time shared things,laughed &amp; fell in love. She felt like &#8220;Dream come True&#8221;.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Both Hearts said &#8220;Yes&#8221;,got engaged in 5 days of their meet.</strong></p></blockquote>
<p><strong>Well,this is how &#8220;Pradeep&#8221; and I got engaged! <img src='http://s2.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </strong></p>
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		<title>The Meet</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 16:06:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Archer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[77 Fiction]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[My First attempt for 77 Fiction! THE MEET: &#8220;He was a tall,handsome guy seeking bride. Rejected many without any meet or greet.Once,met a girl his sister-in-law recommended. She looked pretty,draped in saree. He liked her,but she was a not so fair. His sister-in-law persuaded him to look for inner heart. They spoke,laughed and shared feelings [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=swathipradeepinscribes.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14761466&amp;post=29&amp;subd=swathipradeepinscribes&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>My First attempt for 77 Fiction!</strong></p>
<p><strong>THE MEET:</strong></p>
<blockquote><p><strong>&#8220;He was a tall,handsome guy seeking bride. Rejected many without any meet or greet.Once,met a girl his sister-in-law recommended. She looked pretty,draped in saree. He liked her,but she was a not so fair. His sister-in-law persuaded him to look for inner heart. They spoke,laughed and shared feelings for an hour. Girl asked for time,so did boy.</strong></p></blockquote>
<blockquote><p><strong>Next day,Girl said &#8220;Yes&#8221; ,but boy after second meet, said,&#8221;So do I&#8221;</strong></p></blockquote>
<p><strong>Well,this is how my brother-in-law got engaged! <img src='http://s2.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </strong></p>
<p><strong>Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words or less.</strong></p>
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		<title>INCEPTION!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 13:34:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My First &#8220;POETRY&#8221;!! Here goes my 5 line “Poetic Review” of Inception: “If you are in “Perception” that “INCEPTION” is naive,crude and primitive “Reception”, Then,be ready for the “Deception” of Christopher Nolan’s Brilliant “Conception” as this movie is an “Exception”!! Filed under: Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=swathipradeepinscribes.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14761466&amp;post=14&amp;subd=swathipradeepinscribes&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>My First &#8220;POETRY&#8221;!!</strong></p>
<p><strong>Here goes my 5 line “Poetic Review” of Inception:</strong></p>
<blockquote><p><em><strong>“If you are in “Perception” that “INCEPTION”</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>is naive,crude and primitive “Reception”,</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Then,be ready for the “Deception”</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>of Christopher Nolan’s Brilliant “Conception”</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>as this movie is an “Exception”!!</strong></em></p></blockquote>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 13:15:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My First Short Story! Parvati and her husband Subbu lived in abject poverty in Rampur.Parvati worked as housemaid in many households scrubbing utensils,washing clothes,moping the floors to earn the bread and make two ends meet. Subbu was a lazy bone who lost his job due to his sluggishness. He was a drunkard who would beat [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=swathipradeepinscribes.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14761466&amp;post=8&amp;subd=swathipradeepinscribes&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>My First Short Story!</strong></span></p>
<div><strong>Parvati and her husband Subbu lived in abject poverty in Rampur.Parvati worked as housemaid in many households scrubbing utensils,washing clothes,moping the floors to earn the bread and make two ends meet. Subbu was a lazy bone who lost his job due to his sluggishness. He was a drunkard who would beat his wife daily,extract money from her and invest it in gambling. One day Parvati complained of stomach upset and vomitting. The doctor at goverment hospital  after diagonising her,congratulated her saying,&#8221;Parvati,God has heard your prayers! You will not be sad anymore! You will give birth to new life who will be the source of all your happiness&#8221;. Tears welled up Parvati&#8217;s eyes. She thanked the doctor. Running home in joyous mode,she excitedly conveyed this message to Subbu. Both of them were elated over this news and patiently waited for 9 months for the baby&#8217;s arrival.</strong></div>
<p><strong>On November 2nd,Tuesday, there was heavy downpour. Rains,thunderstorms and lightning struck Rampur. Parvati started developing labour pains. She tossed around the bed suffering and pleading Subbu to take her to the hospital. Subbu ran out to street getting drenched in heavy rain,stopping every vehicle he came across which turned futile. Ultimately,Parvati could not bear the pain and delivered the baby after procuring assistance from her women neighbours. Their house was filled with cries,roars and laughter of the new born baby. Parvati proudly held the new born baby girl in her arms,kissed it.She decided to call the baby girl,&#8221;Lakshmi&#8221;. Parvati wispered,&#8221;I wish God bestows you all the happiness in your life&#8221;. Subbu,on the other hand after knowing that,it was a baby girl was frustrated. He had expected a baby boy. Parvati was heartbroken with Subbu&#8217;s behaviour.She looked at the Lakshmi,which was merrily playing and murmured,&#8221;I wish you were never born to a father like him&#8221;. Subbu later drove Parvati and Lakshmi out of the house and started to have an illicit relationship with another woman.The dejected Parvati carried Lakshmi in her arms and reached the temple. She spread her old tattered bedsheet on the ground and placed Lakshmi cosily on it. She looked at Lakshmi,carassing her and said,&#8221;I wish Subbu was more matured and civilized&#8221;. I wish God could open Subbu&#8217;s eyes. I wish he realises his mistake and accepts us.&#8221;</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Parvati decided to work in multiple houses and earn her livelyhood.She thought,&#8221;I wish I could craft a beautiful life for Lakshmi&#8221;. Two years later,Parvati was returning home when she met with a serious accident. It was a &#8220;hit and run&#8221; case. She was hospitalized,but the doctors could not save her. Parvati,on her dying bed,look dejectedly at 2 year old Lakshmi who was crying uncontrollably and said,&#8221;I wish,you were born to better parents&#8221;.</strong></p>
<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Rama,the landlady of the house in which Parvati had worked, felt pity over Lakshmi&#8217;s plight. She decided to look after Lakshmi and brought her home. She provided her with food,clothing and shelter. Lakshmi was grateful to Rama. Rama had a son named &#8220;Pranav&#8221; . Pranav was bestowed with the best of things in his life like parental love,affection,good food,clothing etc. Being the only child,Pranav was pampered by his parents. Rama husband,Suresh was very fond of Pranav,he used to hug,kiss and fondle Pranav frequently.Suresh bought Pranav expensive clothes,gifts,toys,chocolates. Lakshmi yearned for such paternal love and affection and lamented,&#8221;I wish I had such a loving,caring and affectionate Dad&#8221;. Years advanced and Pranav started schooling.Lakshmi stood in a corner watching Pranav dressed in uniform,carrying a bag containing books,boarding his school bus to go to school. Lakshmi wished,&#8221;I wish I would go to school too&#8221;. She used to always touch,open,see Pranav&#8217;s books. She thought,&#8221; I wish,someday I could read this too&#8221;. She would touch and play with Pranav&#8217;s toys thinking, &#8221;I wish,I would possess such toys someday&#8221;. She used to feel Pranav&#8217;s clothes thinking,&#8221;I wish,someone could buy me such expensive clothes too&#8221;. Lakshmi always thought,&#8221;I wish my life was also as Bright and Colorful as Pranav&#8217;s&#8221;. I wish my life would become Perfect one day&#8221;!</strong></div>
<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Years advanced,but Lakshmi&#8217;s dejection intensified and augmented. She craved for better life,better education,parental love and affection. One day her prayers came true when she bumped into neighbouring housemaid&#8217;s boy,Kishan.After multiple interactions,they fell in love with each other. Lakshmi felt like &#8220;Dream come true&#8221; when she was with Kishan. She had never been so happy,overjoyed and elated in her life. She saw her dreams unfolding and coming true in front of her eyes. She profusely thanked God for hearing her prayers and fulfilling it. She felt that her life was &#8220;colourful&#8221; and &#8220;beautiful&#8221; when she was with him. Their love augmented. But Kishan&#8217;s mother Devi did not encourage their love. Lakshmi felt dejected and wondered,&#8221;I wish Devi would like me and accept me one day&#8221;. But that never happened. Kishan pacified Lakshmi and proposed to elope and wed. Lakshmi gladly agreed. Kishan told her to meet in the temple the next morning and they would wed. Lakshmi was elated.She was tossing and turning  the entire night,experiencing &#8220;butterflies in the stomach&#8221;,dreaming about the next morning when all her dreams would come true after she married Kishan. The next morning,Lakshmi woke up. She had never been so overjoyed before. She looked forward to meet Kishan.</strong></div>
<div><strong>She was on her way to the temple,when she met Kishan&#8217;s friend,Raghav. Raghav lowered his head and handed Lakshmi a note from Kishan. Lakshmi was puzzled. With trembling hands,she opened the note. The note read,</strong></div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><em><strong>&#8220;Dearest Lakshmi, I love you from the deepest of my heart. I have always wanted to marry a girl like you. I found my soul-mate in you. But my mother is against our wedding. I wish she could see your inner beauty and accept you. But she is adamantly opposing it as you have no parents. Your dad is living with other woman,so my mom believes that it will spoil our family name. You are all alone in this world. So,my mom doubts your upbringing,principles,morals and ethics. I wish my mom could see you from my eyes. I wish my mom could love and accept you the way I accepted you. But I cannot go against my mother&#8217;s wish. So,I have decided to forget you. By the time you receive this letter,I would have left the town. Please forgive me&#8221;.</strong></em></div>
<div id="_mcePaste"><em><strong>Yours lovingly,</strong></em></div>
<div id="_mcePaste"><em><strong>Kishan</strong></em></div>
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<div id="_mcePaste"><strong>Tears welled up Lakshmi&#8217;s eyes. She did not know how to react. She was angry,frustrated,dejected and confused. She wanted to thrash Kishan for dumping her like this. Cursing her life and fate she went back home. Standing on a stool,holding the rope in a loop,Laskhmi said,&#8221;I wish I was never born in this world&#8221;!</strong></div>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 13:11:30 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Well, this incident happened to me when I was in my 7th grade. We had a subject by name SUPW [Super useful project work] in which we were taught to draw,knit,weave baskets,stitch aprons,embroider stuffs etc. SUPW was also counted for grading and we did have tests and exams on it.</strong></p>
<p><strong>It was 7th standard mid term SUPW exam. The grades were given as below:</strong></p>
<p><strong>A- Excellent Masterpiece</strong></p>
<p><strong>B- Very Good art</strong></p>
<p><strong>C- Good Art</strong></p>
<p><strong>D- Fail – uncoloured/unattractive art.</strong></p>
<p><strong>I was all exicted about this SUPW exam. Woke up early in the morning,got dressed,rushed to school. We were given drawing sheets and the topic announced was “Landscape”. All excited, I started drawing the mountains,river,setting sun,grass,cows,people etc. My neighbours peeped into my sheet and praised my work. After completing my drawing,I proudly looked at my sheet and smiled. Now it was time to paint!</strong></p>
<p><strong>I rummaged my school bag but was shell shocked not to find my paint box and brush. The instructions given to us was “No borrowing or lending”! Yes,we were nt allowed to borrow or lend stuffs from/to our neighbours and anybody found doing that would be mercilessly graded “D” . I started sweating. I cursed myself for being so irresponsible. Being a truthful person,I admitted to my invigilator that I had forgotten to bring my paint box and brush. She was very strict and she asked me to leave my drawing sheet un-coloured. I felt extremely unhappy over this. My neighbours adviced me to stealthily borrow theirs and paint. But I refused. On one hand,I feared getting caught by the teacher in whom I had already confessed of not bringing my painting stuffs. On the other hand another fear gripped me..”Any un-painted drawing sheet will be defaulted as D Grade”. Now, I was in a situation in which I cant even leave my drawing unpainted or borrow stuffs. I cursed myself for my loud-mouth. “What was the need for me to don the avatar of Sathya Harishchandra and confess to her that I had not brought my painting stuffs” I thought.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Anyways, I decided neither to borrow nor to paint my drawing. I sat with my drawing sheet waiting for the bell to ring,cursing my irresponsibility,my truthfulness and my honesty. The bell rang and with heavy heart,I handed over my uncoloured sheet to my invigilator. I felt very disappointed. The fear of being awarded D grade gripped me. I could not sleep the entire night. The next day, I found my SUPW teacher. I ran to her and told her my story and how I had left my sheet uncoloured. She smiled and said,”Everything will be fine”.</strong></p>
<p><strong>I returned back to my class. After 2 hours, my SUPW teacher entered our class and announced,”I will be returning the drawing sheets now. Anyone who wish to colour or give final touches to the drawing will be given 1 hour time to do so”. I could not believe my ears! This was the rarest situation which had/could ever happen! I smiled at her with gratitude,thanked my lucky stars. I hurriedly grabbed my drawing sheet,ran back to my desk,opened my bag, found my painting stuffs(which I had accidently brought that day after cursing myself the previous day) and started painting away to glory!!</strong></p>
<p><strong>I later met the teacher and profusely thanked her for giving me one more chance.</strong></p>
<p><strong>This is a TRUE incident which occured to me. I was really amazed and still wondering as to how I got the second chance. Obviously,my teacher was sweet enough to understand my situation and help me. Other reason could be,” My HONESTY”!! <img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" /> <img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" /></strong></p>
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