Saturday, June 6, 2015

Happy Five to you! :)

TaTada,,  Five years of togetherness! You and me ! 

You are the best decision I have ever made in my life . You have been the best companion I  ever met. In my days of joy and sorrow, alike, you have supported me. 

You have been with me during those sleepless nights  of molding stories, 

You have faced my writer’s block ,The reader’s  view and  The coder’s  experiments ! 

You have gifted me the best friendships I would ever Cherish, My first story in print ,  , And thank you for that special smile you get me Whenever I go through your pages!

Happy Fifth Birthday My dear Blog! I love you  

Five years ago, out of vacation boredom, I started writing this blog! With a couple of writing Ideas and a funny blog title , this was born. 

Five years from that day, I have wished many times I blogged frequently. 

Blogging is not easy. It starts out of pure excitement, but its terrible when you experience the ignorance towards blog dilemma.. I have utmost respect to the ones who can blog regularly!

I am hesitant to call myself a blogger, since I am the one who writes on any day , very less frequently .

I know 69550 page views and 90 published blog post aint that big an achievement for a fiver year old blog! 

Given that I write only when the writer bug  bites me

I have always wanted to do this thank you speech: P And today am gifting myself one such chance.

I am extremely thankful to all my readers for taking that little effort to read through the entire post and the ones with the extra effort to subscribe and comment on the blog! That really inspires me.
Thanks to google for bringing me those readers and thanks to the blog title ‘Madrasi ’ for bringing me the most number of page views .

And Thanks to Blogadda and Indiblogger for giving me reasons to blog at certain times.

And am Thankful to you my blog for letting me know there are more like minded species on earth.

 And you stand a special place in my heart.

And you! And you

And You!.. Thanks for this. 

Thanks to the Westerlies  and the Bloggywood public for being a wonderful gang :) 

Thank you Sir for your constant feed back ,, And thanks SG for the first ever comment on my blog   Thanks to all the regular commentors on my blog , especially the ones who went beyond  'nice ' and  provided the best feedback for my writing.

Thank you blogger for giving us more options than the classic design template! 

Thank you Papa for regularly recharging the internet pack and Thank you Amma for reminding him

And thank YOU  for reading this big dramatic thank you speech  

And Finally 

Happy Five to you Mumbai Madrasi :)

Sunday, March 15, 2015

The bruised Godddess

He could not take his eyes of her radiant face; all though they lacked colours, there was something that fascinated him.   He decided to use brown shades for her eyebrow that would complement the hair. He knew this is going to be one of his finest art works. She had well set sharp little eyes. He cautiously painted the eyelashes that only added to her charm.

When the guys at arts club decided to decorate the Durga Pandal after school hours, she knew she would have to return home alone. The sun had set, and the colour of the fading sunset to darkness scared her. Reportedly her city was unsafe for girls.  She took a cab even though her home was only twenty minutes to walk from the Highway.  Fear lingered in her little eyes and tension gulped her face. 

The last stroke gave the perfect sharpness to the face. His daughter had designed the nose ring that he carefully fixed at the edge of the nose. The face seemed perfect. And he stared at the pale lips clueless of the shades for them and kept it incomplete for the final phase.

His stare was very uncomfortable. She could see him glare at her through the side mirror. She kept her gaze down hoping to reach home soon, until he changed the road and raced the vehicle. In no time few other men hacked into the vehicle and covered her mouth. She was helpless, Could neither scream for help or save her from their tight grip. 

He cautiously drew altar patterns on her right hand. Traditionally, every year he had reserved this special red Sari for his most special idol. He draped it across the idol and polished the jewels before final dressing.  He gave the final touch to the Sudarshan chakra in one of her hands and gently placed the Trishul in the other. The Goddess looked complete now besides the smile that he had delayed to paint.

Blood stains blotted her sky-blue uniform and red dark bruises scarred her right hand. She could not move. She looked helplessly at the distant road, they had fled.  She repented at her futile attempts at fighting back to the devils. If only she had the command. She cried. But no one heard. The loud garba songs echoed in the air.

The final shade at her lips completed the idol.  He gave them a thick red lining at the border and finished until they had the sparkly gloss he sought. However hard he tried to paint the smile, she looked lifeless.

What he expected to be his best work, failed at the end.

courtesy : http://www.thehindu.com/features/the-yin-thing/goddess-under-attack/article5129205.ece

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.