Synergy

Thanks to Sunday muse for this amazing visual prompt!  

A stitch in time

Saves nine

Then

Three stitches should be fine

To claim what is mine.

Us.

 

2 Equal halves

From different hemispheres

A tectonic shift

Perpetrated by a single thread

A simple yes.

 

An apple a day

The adam and eve way

Keeps us healthy and gay.

 

The harder I tug

Stronger the hug

The prickly institution

needles us now and then

A needed constitution

It keeps us grounded and in zen.

 

 

 

Writing a wrong

For the PU prompt ‘ to write about a time when we realized we were wrong about something, and what we did after the realization hit us.’

I thought I was making the right choice

At that time

You ticked all the boxes 

on paper 

Soon 

I was boxed into a corner 

Crushed by your corny love 

Heck I wasn’t even horny no more.

I decided to sleepwalk through life

If I opened my eyes truly

We both knew 

This would be already over 

You lovingly blindfolded me 

I loathingly cuckolded you. 

I woke up one day 

And decided to live the truth 

Consequences be damned 

I still remember your cries

As I sunk into my sofa 

We were away by so far

Yes

I never deserved this 

Kind of love 

But you said 

I’m incapable of love

Called me a robot 

The only time you spoke your mind 

Was when I was leaving you behind. 

I bleed too.

I’m thriving now

Hope you are too 

Golden Brown

All the gloss , glitter and glue

Cannot photoshop the sheer phobia

Lurking right beneath her skin

Forming a palpable layer,

They attack her

Only when no one is watching.

She seems so bold

But is actually quite brittle

Her quiet melancholy

Muddled by her extensive cacophony.

She is indeed a prisoner of her own device

Trapped in bravado

She just wants to cry.

Yet when her man is watching

She cannot let him see

If the truth is really exposed

Won’t he just flee?

Better to break it off

And be the bitch

Than take it off

And be his bitch.

Of course it is all very problematic

But who are we to judge?

We all mask our frail insecurities

 marinate them with worry &

deep fry it till it becomes golden brown.

Blue Moon

There is something about

Star crossed lovers

Rowing silently

Through the turbulent tides of Eternal love

the glowing full moon

their faux compass

You want them to beat the odds

Cross the sea

To the valley beyond and

Have that happily ever after.

So that one day

When the blue moon smiles

And the stars align

I could cross it with someone too.

Little Maryam

Indian fiction seems to be in two ends of a spectrum – One covered by the fancy Salman Rushdies and Vikram Seths of the world who weave magical and complex tales encompassing an astounding breadth of narratives and on the other end we have our humble Chetan Bhagats who write simple stories for the ‘average Indian’. This is actually true for all literary worlds. There is a tendency to look down upon these simple tales , more so if they are ‘love stories’. Given India’s crowded average love stories , I wouldn’t even grudge the critics so harshly.

‘Little Maryam’ on first glance might come off as yet another love story. And believe it or not it is exactly that - but with a small difference. It is good!  Like my favourite character McSteamy aka Mark Sloan says to Mcdreamy in Grey's Anatomy  “Cliches became clichés for a reason. Because they worked. It is great isn’t it”

McSteamy Approves (y)

Simple stories written well which make you feel things are the best!

 Revealing anything about this book might come off as a spoiler. The premise is a rooted little love story between Saadiq Haider and a girl called Maryam , the twists of fate which befall them earlier and later. The official tag line reads - A second chance romance with a shocking twist. 

 However , if you are an experienced reader you can see these twists come a mile away.. but it still won’t stop you from feeling the very real emotions pouring from it and that is what I absolutely loved about this book. 

I tried narrating this story to a close friend and she just started laughing at how ludicrous it sounded. However , in Hamid Baig’s words it is all too real, intense and believable. The initial portions might seem like a stretch but the care and craft puts in helps the punch land strongly later. Even the word 'little' in 'Little Maryam' has significance,

The book is laser focused on telling the tale of Dr. Haider and Maryam so much so that it glosses over parts like say winning of a nobel prize!At the same time thanks to the well crafted initial portions there is a sense of rootedness permeating through the book (maybe stemming from the Banyan Tree which it so lovingly portrays). The emotions are authentic and feel earned . I went from frowning at it to crying over it much like the person who the story is narrated to over the plane!

And for the all the people who read this review and thought that maybe this is  coming from a typical senti romance loving girl , I swear it is not! I remember crying over only two books before

 1) Paths of Glory by Jeffery Archer and 2) Oath of Vayuputras by Amish Tripathi. 

I just feel that the earnestness of the book has rubbed off on me, to give it such a glowing recommendation. There were a few places where I would have liked a more detailed narration and some words which didn’t feel like it didn’t belong in the sentences but the fact that it made me cry like a baby makes me wanna not care about it. This is great work by a debutante who I hope will only get better from hereon.

Verdict – Give it a shot with an open mind

Stars – 4/5

Unbroken Again

So post number #175 it is  

Unbroken Again

A cracked glass can’t be stuck again

That grandma of a person croaked.

We are in the age of Fevikwik and ready smiles.

So what if it is a plastered one

For the cameras?

They are better than fake candids atleast

The other day I realized

That my heart  got unbroken

I could feel only the feeling

That I couldn’t feel anything

And a twinge of sadness

 That I’m not a wailing idiot

His star crossed lover.

My smile used to be a band aid over a bullet hole

Now the hole is no more

And my smile is whole again

But then

Why do I still mourn the hole? 

Silly Billie

Here comes Silly billie*

Along the lines of my mojojojo

She was a silly billie *

My chikni Chameli ,

A wild cat to her inner core

Untamed by mere homo sapiens.

She unleashed her claws every chance she got

Scratching more than the surface of

Every person she met.

She was a silly billie

My very own chikni chameli.

Not a Soft kitty

Not a Warm kitty

And definitely more than a little ball of fur.

Cats get things done

Humans don't .

Queen of the concrete jungle

She looked down upon everyone

With a smile of smug satisfaction. 

Silly Billie

All behold and worship our very own Chikni Chameli

I miss her though.

* billie in hindi means cat

written for poets united midweek motif 'cats' 

Stay

So a regular reader and friend asked me to write a piece on romantic relationships. A more specific one actually but my mind meandered to this. Purely fictional for intents and purposes. An artistic piece if you can call it that

To think that

the only real relationship I ever had

was

the one I never had.

Beat my chest in pride,

every time I did the courageous karate

in the name of romance 

with almost every other person 

except you. 

I could feel your patient gaze

silently sear through my back 

as I strutted around town. 

For you know for who I was  am.

A genuine hypocrite

Afraid of All. 

Of your gentle embrace wrapping me up

in the near future, 

actually play that reel in my head quite often.

Till I get giddy in fact. 

You are my handsome secret.

Of me having to confront you 

about these stupid feelings which engulf me

and make me powerless , 

you will never.

You rock at this waiting game

Not a level playing field actually.

Of you saying 'no', 

For Fate and Circumstances

spare no one. 

Of you saying 'yes' . 

For Fate and Circumstance

spare no one. 

I didn't want my epic romance 

to be tarnished by the all too real life,

Twas very pretty and pristine

So I never took the chance. 

Cautious for a change. 

There was no element of doubt

about our commitment , 

only time when unspoken words made

so much more meaning 

than the spoken ones. 

Our eyes duelled in anger 

each time we tried to dull our love

by truly moving on from each other, 

So we pretended to fall in love

with likeable people we never liked. 

I am thinking of you 

and you are thinking of me. 

Toxic flames and fumes 

made of our mutual feelings

paralyse me forever. 

I know it may sound sad

but it is real

And that is all that matters.

Give love a chance! 

What about true happiness? 

The lucky ones mutter under their breath. 

Passion would eat us alive , 

Would 

Could 

Should 

I don't want to live in the aftermath

So in this mental cove 

I am going to stay.

Flashes in a pan

"People who abruptly change the name of their blog and not follow it up with a post for a month ,
are people who don't find a place in heaven"                                                                                                                                               - some old scripture of some old religion 

This has been the worst two months of blogging output , quality and feedback for me. I couldn't write , whatever I wrote was so bad that I had to delete it or forever revert to draft and my abrupt name change made a sharp decrease in page views. Yes , lack of pageviews affects me.

I I am still not in the best zone for writing , but any more procrastination will render my blog extinct - the possibility seems more real than ever this time.

< To all those who are surprised by the name change:-

1.     .    It was done to keep the blog ‘fresh’ ( It is nearing 5 years now)
2.      .   Semi’s Stories and Sharings…! was just sounding very juvenile and self-obsessed , two characteristics which the blog will be trying to break from in the very near future.
3.         ‘Steady Meanderings’, this name came to my head in a sudden flash when I was trying my hardest to concentrate during a lecture. And since this blog is an aggregate of sudden flashes in the pan, I hardly doubt this name.

   

   I hope

Steady meanderings promises to put out quality posts, while quantity will be determined by outside circumstances. I've been hearing feedback that last two posts weren't great. My posts are a reflection of what I've been up to at a point of time or what has been cooking in my head for a considerable period of time. An essential contradiction eh?

Talking about essential contradictions, I've started a group blog along with three other very talented people (very unlike me) and you can check it out -à here.

Talking about the quality of my posts, they were flashes in the pan gone wrong. Good seeds with bad germination, execution gone all awry. However, Steady Meanderings promises to do none of the other things.

OR else there will be another name change and we would be lost for all eternity. >

Steady Meanderings will be steady in creativity , if not output. So , we are beginning this new innings with a flash fiction entry I wrote for a recent competition. The prompt given to me was "I'm telling mom" and I had to write within 150-200 words. 

So what did I write? 

Neil Patrick Harris

"I'm telling mom"

"tell her what?"

"That I love you"

"...but you have to tell that first to me , you freak. "

* his face flushed a beautiful Bengaluru tomato red*

" Didn't I just? " he asked a sly smile brightening up his crazy , mischievous face.

" But ..but..."

" But what?"

" I am a guy" he replied his face aiming to encompass all the fifty shades of red.

" So am I? So what?"

" Being gay is illegal in our country"

" Baby it doesn't matter" He gave his worried lover a reassuring smile.

" Just because I'm fictional doesn't mean it doesn't matter" replied his now angry lover.

" I don't care, Neil Patrick Harris. I am telling mom that I love you."

What would you guys write with the same prompt? It would be nice if you all actually posted that or something else  in the comments column ( I know that the comments process can be a pain , but it makes me a writer infinitely happy when his/her reader leaves a response or feedback to their post. And I am in urgent need of infinite happiness) 

yours

Semi

Love Story : Part 5

As lonely and pretty as it gets =) - photo courtesy - Abhinaya venkat  xD 

Act 1  - Dinky's Black innova . On the way to Mahabs .

This must be what running away feels like mused Kaushik Seetharaman. Not that he had never run away before . Every worthy childhood must contain a failed attempt to runaway. Also , the dreadful five years without Dinky , all alone in Switzerland was what he would recall as running away. Going incognito to cool off your loved one maybe mistaken as cowardice , but cow (everybody called him that now) knew that it was true love that ignites the fire called sacrifice , which helped him withstand the separation. Thinking more than was required , ie , Overthinking was his forte. While it helped in intellectual pursuits , it certainly hurt when done for emotional issues.





Why all of a sudden the word 'cow' seemed to resemble 'coward' he couldn't fathom . A painful memory from the past shot past his head. "Cow for coward" hooted his so called loved one. Such instances still warranted a rush of red to his fair cheeks.

Guess what mimosa is normally called?! 

The dreamlike quality of the happening events still wouldn't go. The past few hours seemed to be slowly compensating for the five years they missed being together. Sure , things weren't as smooth as before. Both Dinky and him weren't exactly the best talkers. While he could bore you to death , and even talk to your corpse for hours about the wonders of a mimosa pudica , he sadly couldn't hold a decent civil conversation with his ex girlfriend for more than a few minutes. And Dinky wasn't any better.
People who knew her thought that she was one of the most coherent and fluent speakers they've ever met. While this holds true inside the conference halls , business meetings and even the arun ice-cream endeavors with her friends it turns the opposite when she meets cow. To some extent we could attribute it to cow's total lack of speech but we also should take in mind that dinky was usually dumbstruck around cow ( *Rolls eyes* )
"Ahem..." *Clears throat n number of times to capture his attention*
Promptly enough he hands the water bottle to her.
She decided enough was enough and bursted out laughing much to Cow's dismay.
'So this was all an elaborate lie/ dare carried out by the Queeen bees? I must have known better. I am a science professor for Christ's sake!' he manage to rapidly think all these thoughts before she could finish her prolonged laughter.
" Im sorry ... hahahaha .......Its all just too incredulous!! A few days back , I didn't even remember who you were  ( okay that was a lie ) Now Im going on a secret vacation with YOU lol ( yes she actually said lol ) "
Deciding that it would be socially appropriate he joined in the laughter too.
" I know right? You wouldn't believe how much I missed you all these years da! Talking about being socially appropriate , don't you think people will be ... umm ... well uncomfortable and not happy with us going on a vacation together , you being my boss and all."

She continued laughing.
" Cowww.. You still haven't stopped continuing to talk from where you stopped thinking lol and don't worry da. Im not  exactly going around the world bragging that Im going out with you again. And did you forget already? I fired you!"
"Whaa..? Was that for real? ( Classic :O face ) "  And he was still struggling for words when he realized the full extent of the words  she had uttered. .
"Dinky.. did you say that we are going out?" he quietly asked. Praying that he didn't hear her wrong and that she wouldn't break his head again in anger.
A slow smile started breaking out in her really pretty face. Like a ray of sunshine he thought fondly.
" Yes , you heard me right" she replied
"You mean , with the same connotation I am assuming"
"Yes baby. And for the umpteenth time , i really can't read what's going on in your head all the time"
"me neither"


Act 2  - The Ravenous bungalow  - hungry for visitors it was.

Cow was still wondering about the contradiction dinky had posed to him . She said yes , I mean the same thing u said yet she also added  that she always didn't know what he thought. What did she mean exactly? He just sighed lazily as the car was pulled into the driveway very expertly.
Dinky was always the better driver , even in their school days it was she who drove him around in her stylish vespa scooter. And he really didn't care about the sniggers made by his mates that he couldn't even drive his own bike - he had the hottest chick in school not them .
Dinky's Bungalow was located pretty far away from actual Mahabalipuram. Somewhere in some Manamai village. It looked too tranquil and peaceful to be true. Picture perfect they call it he thought. As everything is dreamlike this would be my dream house he giggled to himself.
Then he noticed something else. Not the nude sculptures and fancy paintings which adorned the room , but something more strange . The huge mansion seemed to be devoid of any other humans except him and her. Surely there must be a few servants employed by one of the richest families of Tamil Nadu? When he asked Dinky this , she just gave him a mysterious smile.
He jumped into the oriental looking sofa , as Dinky walked over to the excellent refrigerator which also seemed to be multi tasking as the mini bar and picked a bottle of champagne.
"...But I don't drink Dinkyy.."
"You don't need to act tiger. I wouldn't pounce on you like before. You can drink anything to you wish to" she solemnly put.
"No da. I really don't drink!"
" Lol I thought people who returned from foreign always caught that habit? You sure?"
" Yes i clearly am. And What is it with you and 'lol' anyways? " :P
She just cocked her one eyebrow up . When she was too lazy to explain things he thought.
After a brief pause she said , " Please have this one drink cow. For me at least. For the sake of our old relationship." "And the new one"  she added belatedly.

"What's there in a glass of champagne?" " Champagne of course." "Thanks for your mokkai cow." 

So much for 'drink whatever you want' he thought. "Okay dinky . Just this one time. For you"  he said smiling sheepishly.
He took a small sip from the bottle. Dinky had gone to bring in some glasses and snacks from the kitchen. He secretly prayed to god that she had learnt how to cook. There seemed to be no restaurant in the near vicinity.So faraway from humanity he thought.....This stuff was good! He took a larger swig this time. And the last sound he heard before blacking out was the dull thud of his own body hitting  the ground.. and the last rapid thought of the day was - Never trust mysteriously smiling women. Even more so if they were your ex - girl friend.

Act 3  - In the smallest , darkest and coldest room of the lonely bungalow.

Cow woke up to see himself bound , gagged ........... and kidnapped. 

Love Story : Part 4

For all of you not familiar with first three parts of the love story series ( which must be everyone) ,Don't worry! . A 'Part' is more like an episode and the author prematurely gave up on the story , for she had her heart elsewhere. This time around cow and dinky are not gonna run away again ( i.e from my mind) or so I hope.
And don't worry this part will encompass the other ones and even it doesn't it won't alter the flow much. 

(The part 1 starts with a juvenile bunch of overgrown girls writing a testimonial , so that they can share the blame if their friend found out their sinister agenda. The agenda being the elusive search for an ideal boyfriend ,  and the target being 'Dinky' , their gang leader. http://semisharings.blogspot.in/2011/02/love-story-part-1.html

http://semisharings.blogspot.in/2011/03/love-story-part-2.html The second part gives a detailed character sketch of  Dinky the protagonist and how she snubs a school teacher ( she is the correspondent of the school) , who also happens to be her ex boy friend from her mysterious childhood .

The third part sees Dinky longing for a break from her tedious work , She decides to fire cow , the science HOD / her ex bf and to everybody's surprise runs away with him for a vacation. http://semisharings.blogspot.in/2011/04/love-story-part-3.html )


            Scene 1
Location - Bessie beach , The quite left part with lesser number of shops.

It has been a month since anybody heard anything about Dinky. Surely the sudden disappearance of the correspondent of one of the most prestigious educational institutions in India , is bound to be picked up by the media. However , strangely enough , everybody who would be concerned with Dinky's disappearance were done in with a personal email stating their goals for the upcoming terms and a change in the management.
"Even her lawyer has been informed of her vanishing act , but us" moaned the never whiny goodo ( whose name was pronounced "goo" like "boo" and do like "dough" . Yes , she did have a problem with her nickname (or pseudonym as she likes to call it ) being mispronounced. )
Sheila , popular for her tantrums and an hour glass figure , was in a fix. Poor girl , didn't know if she should be worried for her friend's safety or be  happy that she had taken a much needed holiday or  be petty about being the one who had to pay the ice cream bill nowadays. So she remained quite throughout the conversation. 'Rather be dumb the biological way  , than the psychological way' was her philosophy.
Jappy who hardly got angry , found the need to voice it today. "Goodo . I think you are over dramatizing things. If Dinky wants a holiday , she can take one . Who are we to decide her schedule?"
 "Stupid jappy! I have no desire to manage her schedule! It is a very hectic task . I am angry because she had the time to call up her staff , lawyer , heck her whole entourage! But she didn't have the courtesy to even text us!"

"She didn't call them ... only e-mailed them" countered jappy very unconvincingly .
"sheesh! I  just don't understand your overwhelming urge to defend her"
"No goodo , i don't understand YOUR urge to yell at her. Maybe she didn't want to tell us. We may have persuaded her not to give up so easily"
"We would have asked her to takes us along with her" giggled Sheila .
Then it struck goodo. Maybe they were the reason dinky needed a break. Always overbearing , "we may have hugged her long enough to strangle her" she thought. However , she refrained from voicing her thoughts to the duo. They would unnecessarily become over guilty and decide to track her down and apologise. Which defeats the whole purpose of poor Dinky's retreat she thought.
"Or maybe she just didn't want us to know where she was going " she said meekly.
" Exactly our point " exclaimed the other two in unison. Maybe goodo was under a lot of stress too! They whispered nonchalantly while she was lost in her thoughts.


Scene 2
Location - Ibaco ( New name for Arun ice creams ;/)

Brightened up by her own joke and the fact that jappy was paying the bill today , Sheila became her talkative self. Temporarily forgetting Dinky , the girls started discussing about the million other things they discuss normally. After a couple of hours ...

".....Talking of guys with bad spectacles , what in the world happened to our friend ,Cow?" inquired sheila.
"Oh you didn't know? He was fired the day Dinky left" grinned goodo , who never liked cow that much .
"Must be a devdas now , being fired by his only love. They were right when they said , playing with love was like playing with fire" . Jappy was amused with her own quip and started laughing.
"ei , Jappy. What Jappy? " :D Singsonged goodo , who was high after four scoops of rum and raisin ice cream :D
" How was Dinky even in love with cow?" asked sheila. She had joined the gang when she was in eleventh grade.Time when Dinky and cow were more acquainted with throwing things at each other. The gang strictly never spoke about relationships during their meet ups , but in the absence of their queeen bee their minds wavered.
"Oh you didn't know , did you?  Dinky and cow were close since the time they were in 2nd grade"
"You mean from when they were 7?? " asked sheila incredulously.
" Oh you silly. They were only friends back then . Jappy and I were best friends back then weren't we? :D But not Dinky. She used to be such a loner"
"Only ever found time for cow " agreed Jappy.
"Gahh. What a poor thing she used to be! We never knew that she was the founder's daughter. Else we would have paid her more attention. Only a few years back did we know that she was such a big shot"
" We got to know Dinky properly in sixth when we were in the same section. She used to bring the yummiest lunches and didn't know what to do with 'em , poor thing " mocked jappy
"That cow idiot also never used to touch her lunch. That is where we came in :) Cow and her used to be so inseparable! She even proclaimed to the whole class that she was gonna marry him , if she ever did marry! The guts of a sixth standard child can't be surpassed! " exclaimed goodo.
"It sure can gooo. A eleventh standard girl breaking a guy's head with a slice bottle is all the more darring" slurred sheila with a wink .
"Haha that sure was thrilling! But why again did she break HIS head? "
"Too much of anything is too bad , jappy. Dinky was over possessive of cow. As if any girl would be interested in him!"
"But you must admit that he has grown to become a hot young thing" sighed jappy.
"Puberty" added sheila prophetically " can work two ways. Take neville in Hp for an example..and harry himself :/!"
"La la . You are flying away from the point as usual! Thinking about it ,dinky has got quite a number of issues running in her head. Physically assaulting someone is sure not normal."
Jappy getting protective as usual . " Bbut .. bbut she was under so much stress. What with the debating , editing for the newspaper , sports day , exams and cow always behind her"
"It still is not normal" goodo stated it in her usual decisive way. Which implied " I will not change my view , even if the facts change" in her language.
Jappy and sheila sighed heavily. dinky's psyche was really none of their problem.
 ,

However, it was a huge problem to the young lad who was under house arrest in Dinky's Mahabalipuram Bungalow.

Will be continued

A Semi creation :) 

Finger friends x)

Yeah Semi's been secretive about her current skl life :P Answering in one worders such as 'awesome' and 'cool'.Lets delve deeper into such shallow yet meaningful words and take a trip through my short yet fun travel (ongoing of course) of being  a cvian x)




To be truthful I received quite a shock when I entered the classroom the first day. If the divide between India and Pakistan is bitter , the partition in eleven H was more bitter resembling a sulky bitter gourd! I still remember the uncertain moment where I just stood with my bag on me , indecisive of where to sit. Everyone seemed to have hostile cold looks on their faces =)
Then like a midget from the heavens came- NomIta Prithviraj to save me - the highland suddenly shy lass. She gave me a place to sit , a place to 'belong' lol It took some time for me to settle in  - highly shy and quiet. Uncharacteristic but for a month people thought Semi was a silent nerd/geek and the sin of scoring 9.8 in tenth never left me peaceful much.
While people in CV were coming to the decision that I was an uninteresting nerd , I was quite impressively and 'quietly' reading away books . Sigh those were the productive days. And somewhere along the way the inevitable happened. No one knows exactly what or why - on a boring day I finally opened up. Whatever I spoke received instant laughter , belly aching or both. Soon people started considered me human enough and I got 'friendified' .
It would be great injustice and my own murder if I don't introduce 'some' of my friends to you. For all the ones omitted or not mentioned enough all I say is that I used the word 'some' .

Bloo child =)

Lets begin with suno darling =* Although highly unfriendly and scene party at first :P She realized how nice I was and decided to talk with me. Even she admits that she thought that I was 'uncool' because I kept reading books. Can't really blame her though. As I am gonna say for all the others to come too - I donot know when I EXACTLY became close to her. Maybe one of the many history periods or lunch usurping sessions - where the eating was done mostly by her ( she is not anorexic at ALL yo rumor creators :P )or maybe by just smiley chatting with each other we have become 'inseparable' as our history teacher calls it! She is just too cool and simple at the same time that one wouldn't believe it if they haven't seen it ;) In my kai she is the ring finger , the fourth one. Where my diamond ring lies ;)

Im too cool for you B)

Coming back to my 'founder' Nomi , she is one atom BOMB lol Highly analytic and hyper (mood permits :P ) she loves mind 'reading' people. Thank my lucky stars that I knew her before I joined CV - this led to the propagation of my name 'semi' without me actually having to coo it :) She IS a demanding child - yes. But it is super fun planning birthdays with her and planning her birthdays ;) she has taught me some very important words and 'stuff' - which has matured me as a person and is very fun to have DEBATES with ( ie if she doesn't slap you before you open your mouth) . Nomi is the most confident and honest person I have come across in my life =* In my kai , she is the middle finger , where the guts lie.

characteristic pose :P 

The next person I am gonna introduce joined the group late. We can attribute this to her obsession with her N8 (which is thankfully stolen now) and her general disinterest towards human beings. I am talking about the great RHEA JAIN - who doesn't like calling people by their nicknames :O so yeah she is the only other being who dares to call me 'Samyuktha'. I remember being unaware about her for months. But during one fateful psychology period this freak was made to sit with me :P I was amused by her vehemently boring silence and decided that she was a dumb chick. Sadly I was proven wrong and here I am writing about her and laughing at her hilariously sarcastic jokes. She SHOULD write - and I promise a guest post from her for our blog soon x) In my kai , she is the little finger , the one who doesn't know her own importance!

you are not lucky enough to see chandy xD

 Chandy is one heck of a character. Dull at the beginning , quick to get angry and quicker to protect you and quickest to louwe you xD She is one Airtel super Singer waiting to be crowned and my one and only bus partner :P If all these credits weren't enough to make her cool , her hundred million display pictures which she changes everyday is proof enough! I am not getting personal about her here because she thinks I need this blog to prove that she is my friend =) You are very wrong maple ; you always knew ;) <3 In my kai , she is the index finger , pointing me to the right directions!

Fatty = hotty xD <3 

Last but not the least we have fatty aka lavanya =* She is one teddy bear to hug , motherly creature who feeds and romantic creature which creeds lol She has been totally busy with some thing/one else but her crass ignorance of the paavam us didn't stop our feelings still. It always feels incomplete without her and we are all mightily pleased at her decision to stick with us from now on. Trust us Lav you will have a life =) In my Kai she is the thumb without which everyone is incomplete and which wraps us together from the opp direction as one <3





Interesting characters right??! I am sad that I wasted so much time settling in. yet there is still enough time to ROCK ON!! B)

I Love you . I miss you. I need you

I cannot believe it. I am writing a lot . What is  even more unbelievable is - nothing seems to be coming on my blog. So , "I have decided to prove my loyalty to you my blog" ( Yes ,its called 'animism' - interacting with inanimate objects. I haven't matured have I? )







So Dear blog! I have decided to tell you the story you should surely know about - how you were created and evolved! I know you may not hear or comprehend me - for you are still an infant - 1 year and 7 months old (already).
It was on April 26 I still remember. It was the stage in summer holidays when I did 'nothing' throughout the day. As easy as it may sound , it is TOUGH to do nothing throughout the day. So , there I was googling 'how to gain weight' and all the other seemingly impossible stuff. Then out of nowhere - like how life was created - I typed 'blog' on the search bar.

The mother of all creations.

Without knowing a thing about you ,I decided to create you - be happy. If I had known what the button 'create blog' would have done to my life , I would surely have shown more excitement. But , I was not to know. All I saw was this mundane work station , where you needed to type something...
I would never know why I selected the topic of my first post on you to be 'Mafia Wars'! Maybe because it is the coolest game ever , maybe because I want to marry a Don when I grow up (soon) or maybe because that was the only thing interesting in my life then . As far as first attempts go - it was the WORST. (haha, now everyone would want to read it >.<)
Your name was 'Brainwaves Unlimited' then. Those were tough days for both of us....I didn't know a single thing about raising a blog  and not many people were concerned enough to look after/at us. However you weren't born to be left to compete. I just wrote what I felt like and still do. Somewhere along the way I created your twin/alter ego/brother the 'Perceptions' . You actually became jealous after a point of time - I wrote more from my heart there and from my brain here. Along the way , I realized that having the two of you gave me lesser views and reduced posts in each blog , so I magically combined you both.
That moment must stay put in my memory for a long time to come. For , I had just created my own brand :P 'Semi's Stories and Sharings........!' . As kiddish and over alliterated as it sounds it held on. Here my blog , you must acknowledge the role of your father - FACEBOOK. He was the proud daddy showing off his kids in the best possible way - statuses , wall posts . chat , groups , page.... you name it he did it.
You don't know what you brought in to my life. Happiness , more page views ( =P ) , recognition , pride , the satisfaction of doing something useful for the first time in my entire life , an almost unhealthy dose of positivist feed backs from my friends  and the much needed style sense without which , I could never dress you in all those custom templates.

I remember your first b'day . You were all I fretted about throughout the day. Sadly , I was on top of a mountain somewhere in Mamandur , trekking mountains and collecting anecdotes to dote you with .BVM friends , CV ppl , KFI teachers , familial relations , fellow bloggers and the net users - you have improved my relations with everyone. I even joined the ill famed TWITTER for your sake. In the minimum - you at least provided me with topics I could debate about when I felt weird and an Identity which I very much need.
'SemiSharings' as I affectionately call you - you are the best thing I have clicked into in my life , the only thing I care most about , the first milestone I have crossed , you are my dear diary who tracks my progress as a writer and a person. You contain maybe many a masterpiece in the draft form and most importantly you are the first 'thing' I ever raised =*
What I am saying maybe cheesier than a margherita - yet I am saying it. I Love you . I miss you. I need you. See! You have even made my usual nonchalant and cool cover slip. For you , my darling...:P I am ready to expose my true self. The fact that you are a non living thing helps . A lot.

No , I am not drunk dear. I wrote all this for a reason ....I want you and all your aunts and uncles to understand that even if I post in you for only once in a month - you are the most important THING in my life and you will always be.
You are not the cloud but the sky itself =)

Your mom , god and lover :P
Semi

Love story - Part 3

Oh my god!! Dinky was so angry that I would have started crying  - Jappy
ah! I was SO scared.......that I almost peed in my pants - Sheila
I knew it! I shouldn't have tried to help her....! - Goodo
I should have never become friends with them :( - Dinky

Well that is how it ended after Dinky encountered her friends about their dismal try to hook her up with a guy.All she asked them was " why him?" Jappy answered that he was reliable, soft , pretty handsome , a nerd , someone who could put up with her (non)sense and was after all her childhood....friend.
She got the look mad animals give to one another before attacking....Jappy was frightened indeed.
SO the girls ended up going home without ice cream that night from elliots beach much to the ice cream shopkeepers amazement......

Dinky was beginning to start feeling the heat badly. The temperature was easily above 40c everyday and she was sick of wearing formals and going to the school. She was sick of being a puppet nodding her head for everything the lawyer/manager/teachers/HR said. They had everything so very well planned out! She couldn't help in anyway. Maximum she could say 'no' to check their reaction - which was very patient. They tried to explain everything to her and not challenge her! How more helpful can they be?

Now her jobless bunch of friends had reduced her respect and power even lower by coming to her school and begging one of her teachers to DATE her!! How more ridiculous can it get. She didn't need a guy now , she just needed a friend to pour all her problems to......and what will a guy think about her if she was always moaning about her problems? He would think her to be a desperate house wife =O and she just didn't want 1 more complication in her life now.

She then saw it - the problem. If a guy , who's normally not so self obsessed found her boring surely her self absorbed gals would surely find her BORING! yes , she got it she was boring....and bland...dull. She couldn't torture her friends - and herself more. She couldn't goto a counselor , she wasn't weak! She would manage this bad phase by HERSELF.

What was the solution then?
She was surely not needed down here , the school was perfectly the same with or without her.She needed a break from her queeen bees and she needed to add some color to her life like Goodo said. She decided that she would go for a vacation - and that she would fire Koushik , the science HOD from his job.
With this peaceful thought in mind she went to have her good night's sleep.

Koushik and Goodo phone conversation
cow : hey Goo...do or dough?
goo: preferably dough
cow: OK , I am not here to ask the story of your name you attention maniac.I want to patch things up with Dinky.
goo: After 6 years .P face to you!
cow: goodo listen....do you know what happened between us?
goo: ....no.......
cow: Then?! You don't know a damn thing about your 'best' friend except that she gets angry , depressed and is under a lot of pressure. You don't know her! I know her inside out
goo: Maybe that's why she can't remember you (sarcasm)
Cow: goo! even you know that she's acting , she is just scared and guilty
goo: Dinky?! (a long LOL later)
       Look here cow I don't give a dash about you , it is just that I have this instinct that you are the guy she NEEDS. Although when she was with you , no one noticed her! WE got her what she NEEDED. Now you are needed in her life - unfortunately. If there was any other guy who was remotely as close to her as you were I wouldn't even think about you. You are lucky and I still have this...gut feeling about you - and her - together
Cow: (relieved) Trust at least that.

Firing a cow

Cow!

Dinky was a reasonable woman - even godfather was.World revolved around logic and reasons. To make reasoning important man created laws and to make laws he created the judicial system and so on. She needed a reason to fire Cow - no Koushik Seetharaman or she could be sued.
She searched his record in the database - an impeachable record indeed! He passed out of college only a year back - or lesser than that and strangely had become the HOD straight away - wait! It was written that her dad had given direct orders for that - surely he must have been insane around the time he died!
She decided to take a walk and gather some dirt on him. Surely such a decision should have caused some dis agreement with the older teachers of the school.On a second thought she decided to not take the walk - because the current teachers were her own science teachers when she studied here - she had openly told them her dislike for the subject - specially the biology one!
So she climbed back the stairs to her upstairs office which she was about to take a break from - soon.

She began to go through the documents of the farmhouses she owned - which she wanted to SELL. Her father was one luxury oriented man and had bought 5 farm houses in Mahabalipuram which seemed to have better real estate values nowadays.....however she wanted to build commercial establishments there! yes! that was her next move after having her vacation - she had already found the perfect place which she wouldn't even freely think about - in the fear of her thoughts being recorded - one can never be so cautious in such matters.....her secret vacation! With nil connection from her boring human race! She had the instinct that all was gonna be well.

Another Soul who believed in his instincts listened to GoDo's advice for the millionth time and got ready for the 'wooing' part. It was not that he was jobless.......Dinky's dad had So much trust in him that he had given him responsibilities that he could more than ask for - HOD =O He had just called the old man after he had come from Switzerland (where he did his college) and told him that he was free to do any job he wanted me to , thinking that he would ask him too woo his daughter , unfortunately the old man had put him in the center of a political turmoil within his school. The Old man hated all the science teachers and hence made him KOUSHIK the new HOD.
He wasn't exactly poor as Dinky attitude showed.....he was a normal middle class boy - with extra brains - for studying. Dinky called it 'photographic,' actually not he didn't remember - he understood.He was so good that he got free scholarships from various parts of the country after his schooling - as Dinky didn't WANT to see him , he decided to oblige her by flying to Switzerland ( where the chocolates and watches - 2 important components of his life - totally rocked) , not to mention that he had read Paul Coelho's 11 minutes and looked forward to some entertainment....
He put on his best suit , took the flowers , what would any student think if they saw him like this? He didn't care ..... it was one week before school was going to close for summer , so they would have their own excitements and exams ( ironic alliteration =P ) he knew Dinky , she would try to get rid of him.....she almost succeeded after 2 years of struggle but he needed reasons - not treasons for breaking up with the gal he loved the most.
Was it worth it? After 4 years of neglect? But it was there in his mind only for a millisecond , yes he loved her when they were 'kids' ,ie , from 6th - 10th and fought in 11th and 12th.........but he also know that Dinky was lost without him....because he was lost without her......4 years all alone filled with ego and memories of Dinky . god he was such a KID! He didn't care....he climbed the steps.
He didn't knock the door this time. He opened it and there she was as always - concentrating on nonsense. He saw her face - it was dead pan and he saw the slightest of amusement and the old Dinky in her eyes , that was enough.He place the flowers in her coffee table , moved towards her executive table , he saw her stand up and give a polite smile.
"Ah...cut the crap" was all he said , he moved towards her quickly and held her waists firmly , he read that in some  book , the max he had done before was bear hugs and tamil cinema kisses.....He just held her tightly and said "I want you...How I..."
He couldn't finish sentence , his Boss fired him for physical assault and unprovoked 'violence'....was love violence? He was left speechless by the only sentence she spoke.
He was defeated, this woman was not lovable.....there could be no more love story in this book. He turned to say bye when he heard the next sentence " Idiot, It is against the school's policy to have to hot lovers in the same office , want to come for a vacation with me?"
All he uttered was "where?" and all he got was "away"

Godo and Sheila phn conv
Sheila : Where is our nerdy Romeo?
Goo: No idea , last I heard of  him is when he was about to climb the stairs
Sheila: Make no mistake , I think they would have walked down together (giggles)
Goo:what bites me is why did such passionate 'lovers' fight for 6 years??
Sheila: it is the past !
Goo: I think it is NOT past Dinky , she never forgets or forgives easily
Sheila : I don't get you
Goo : I think the tiger is gonna kill the cow

To be continued
                                                               A semi creation