Thursday, 3 May 2018

REFLECTIONS - A TO Z BLOGGING CHALLENGE 2018

The month-long A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018 is finally over. And what a month it has been! It's been a month of sleepless nights, eerie thoughts, imagination running wild, and yeah, even numb nothingness. But hey, the feeling of great satisfaction after successfully completing the challenge far exceeds any other emotion. 

Last year had been mentally draining as well, largely because of my starting out pretty late. In fact, last year, I actually finished the challenge about 15 days late. This year though, I consciously made an effort to start out early, and managed to prepare drafts for about eight posts way before the challenge actually started. I think I was able to complete the challenge on time only due to this reason.

At the risk of coming across as boastful, I must honestly tell you this - for someone with a full-time job, sitting down to write after getting back home from work is no mean feat. This is how my routine was for pretty much all of April - I would wake up at around 7 am, read and leave comments on about 6-8 posts of fellow-bloggers, leave for work by 9 am, come back home by 9 pm, have my dinner and sit down to write at 10 pm. Since most of my write-ups were unplanned, I usually had to stay up till 1 or 2 am to finish my posts.

Needless to say, I managed to stay motivated because of the help and support of many people:-

My Wife -  My wife is the person I need to thank first and foremost. It's not easy for someone to patiently do all the work at home single-handedly, while her spouse spent all of his time staring into a laptop like a zombie. My wife has been amongst the greatest admirers of my writing, and for that I feel blessed.

Fellow bloggers - Not many things manage to keep you more motivated than peer pressure, and my fellow-bloggers did their job very well. When you see your fellow-bloggers taking pains to put up their posts in time, you instinctively tend to push yourself to put in that extra bit of effort yourself. I would like to thank:-

Ashwini - for helping me with ideas for posts, for constantly motivating me and for being very generous with her comments

Anagha Yatin - for religiously visiting my blog and providing postive reinforcement through her comments

Suchita Agarwal - for her thrilling (and insanely funny) detective story

Smsaves - for her wonderful, wonderful poems and stories - she has earned herself a fan for life! 

Anami, Deepa Karthik, Dipika Singh, Deepa Gandhi, Disha Khanna and Akshata Ram for pushing me to go on with their wonderful and highly engaging write-ups, and for making an effort to read my sometimes insane posts ;)

All those Instagrammers who allowed me to use their images with my write-ups. 

And finally, I would like to thank BlogChatter for championing the A to Z Challenge and thereby providing bloggers a great platform to showcase their creativity.

Cheers,
CRD


Tuesday, 1 May 2018

ZEALOT

Shifting in his chair a wee bit, the Zealot twiddled his thumbs and stared blankly at the wall in front of him. When an idea finally popped into his head, he cracked his knuckles and lifted the screen of his laptop. Then for the umpteenth time that day, he once again realised that the idea wasn't good enough for him.

His wife barged into the room with a defeated look on her face. "You've been sitting here like a gargoyle for the past hour or so. Aren't you gonna help around?"

"Gargoyles are creatures, they move", he shot back.

"No, they're largely sculptures....but you're right, maybe even they might move...you though..."

"Bah! You're not helping me out here. Once I finish with this, I'll be free", his voice was full of promise.

"You know how much you've missed out on this April?"

"What did I miss?" There was finally some curiosity on his face for the first time this evening.

"DJ Avicii died...apparently suicide."

"Oh God! When??"

"Le Professeur...Arsene Wenger made an announcement of his stepping down as Manager of Arsenal FC after 22 long years...are you really an Arsenal fan?", she smirked.

"HE DID WHAT???", he almost dropped the laptop in agony.

"You missed paying the credit card bill."

"YIKES!"

"And here's worse! You missed our anniversary!", she raised an eyebrow.

"April?", he chided her, "I know our anniversary is in October. Good try!"

"OUR FIRST MEETING ANNIVERSARY!!!", she barked.

"What the...", he responded, completely stumped.

"And guess what...", she folded her arms in front of her chest.

"What?"

"It's not April anymore...it's MAY! So you've technically missed your deadline!"

"NOOOO!!", he squealed, and began punching the laptop's keys like a man possessed.

And thus, his month-long A to Z Challenge 2018 finally came to an end.

FINIS.


YOU-NIVERSE


Your Gloomy Days
Your Sultry Nights
Your Shallow Lows
Your Lofty Heights

Your Golden Age
Your Sensual Bliss
Your Fiery Rage
Your Hungry Kiss

Your Beautiful Trap
Your Bewitching Curse
I'm A Hostage
In My You-niverse


Sunday, 29 April 2018

X-OTIC


"An EGG?", little Martin asked with a bemused look on his face.

His mother rightly sensed that it was more of an exasperated scowl than a look of awe and wonder. "What, you don't like eggs now?"

"But you told me there would be magic", the tone of disapoointment in his voice was hard to miss.

"But this IS magic."

"An EGG??", he repeated, wondering if his mother had missed the point.

He looked at the egg, holding back tears of disappointment. The egg, a faint pink, was placed in an egg cup, which sort of resembled a tripod. If anything, the tripod was the only thing that seemed interesting to Martin at this moment.

She smiled, hoping he'd come around quickly, "It's magic dear...and with magic, you need to be very patient sometimes."

Just then, the egg seemed to move a little.

"IT'S MOVING", he screamed, suddenly struggling to contain his excitement.

"Yes my child...but there's more..."

And at that very moment, a tiny crack appeared on the shell. A small amount of colourless liquid oozed out from the crack. Soon the crack grew bigger, then there was more oozing, and more pushing from within the egg. The child clapped and squealed in joy through the entire episode.

Finally, after much struggle - and with a little help from the child and his mother - a tiny pink, hairless mass with a prominent beak and shut eyes made its way out of the shell.

"It's SOOO CUTE Momma", the child squealed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Can I play with it? PLEASE??"

"Now, now Martin...", his mother's voice turned firm, "How many times have I told you? You should NEVER play with..."

"Steamed or deep-fried Ma'am?", the waiter asked, waiting in rapt atttention for a response.

"Deep-fried!", the child didn't wait for his mom to respond. It was his birthday after all.

"Right Sir!", the waiter said as he picked the chick up with a pair of tongs and walked towards the kitchen.


Friday, 27 April 2018

WAIST-ED


I have a wide waist line. The reasons might be obvious (and universal), but some people are still curious.

For the benefit (and entertainment) of those who want to know why i'm fat, here are some reasons. You are free to believe them, but do so at your own risk.


  • Because I like to live life kingsize
  • Because my parents always wanted me to make it big
  • Because it makes me look rich and prosperous
  • Because I prefer Family-Packs over Six-Packs
  • Because I eat when I'm hungry, or when I'm sad, or when I'm happy of when I'm bored, or when I'm stressed, or when I'm exhausted, or when I'm...
  • Because it is a sin to waste food - both yours as well as others'
  • Because it's part of my growth strategy
  • Because I like to cheat death belts
  • Because I like weightlifting
  • Because nothing else was getting big
Hope that satisfies you. If you have your own set of reasons for your own weight issues, please feel free to share them in the comments box.



    Thursday, 26 April 2018

    VARICOSE

    Once Smooth...Now Bulgy
    Once Translucent...Now Ugly

    Once Gilded...Now Blue
    Once Enthralling...Now Taboo

    Once Delectable...Now Unpleasant
    Once A Royal...Now A Peasant

    You're Chronic!
    You're Varicose!


    Tuesday, 24 April 2018

    UNDER PRESSURE


    They say preparations can make or break important meetings.

    And so, the meeting room had been prepared well for the meeting; however, Steve felt under-prepared. But then again, he was pretty sure no one else would be prepared either.

    There were eight chairs neatly arranged around the table at the centre of the room. All eight chairs were taken. Only the chair at the head of the table was empty, not because the boss was late, but because he was standing near the whiteboard and jumping like a mad man.

    "You smart-asses know your targets, don't you?", Mr. Josh Briggs asked them in his signature deep baritone. 

    All eight reportees hung their heads in shame.

    "Answer me!!!" , the baritone made way for a thunderous bark.

    Steve looked across the table and saw Cynthia fidgeting with her hair. Everyone knew he found her cute. His eyes began scanning her from her forehead, to her eyes, down to her nose and lips, and then down to her dainty chin, and then further down to her...

    "Stephen Mason!!!", the bark was familiar, "Have you been listening to what I've been saying??"

    "Erm...Sir..."

    "Margins...what is our gross margin?"

    "Umm...25%?"

    "Wrong....40%!!!"

    "Oh wow...congratulations sir."

    "Fuckin Dimwit!!", the boss was livid, "That's the worst Gross Margin we've had in 14 quarters!"

    At this point, Steve began to feel uneasy, "Sorry Mr.Briggs."

    "That explains why you dumbfucks can't get our sales running.", he pointed at an image on the whiteboard, "Do you know what this is?"

    Steve studied the line and found the trajectory very familiar, "are those our salaries sir?"

    Mr. Briggs slapped his forehead. "That's our net profit....", he said in a sullen tone.

    "Sir...", Steve continued, "May I...."

    "How long have you been in this company you fuckin prick?", the boss shifted gears once again.

    "Umm...five years....I would..." Steve was getting increasingly impatient.

    "Shut up you moron...listen to me....what on earth have you been doing all these years?"

    At this point, Steve couldn't take it anymore. "Sir, I request you to..."

    "You sit on your sorry little ass all day, doing abso-bloody-lutely nothing!"

    Steve's eyes suddenly went red and he began shaking, "Sir...I don't mind listening to you all day...but please...!!"

    "Even my one year old makes more sense than you do, you dimwit!!"

    Steve slammed his fist on the table/

    His voice pierced through the sudden silence in the room as he said, "That's enough Sir...I need to go now!"

    And he stormed out of the room like a man possessed.

    Conclusion: When you gotta pee, you gotta pee!