Issac writes

Its been days we are talking.... we talk so much... our conversations last till early morning.... we flirt...we laugh...we giggle.... and get angry on each other.. we have shared the deepest of our secrets...  but still haven't fallen in love..... I try hard to fall for you... but then comes my exams..... my exams get over,  i try to get back to you.... but then comes your exams.... it becomes more harder, to fall for you.. we still remain friends..... just on the verge of falling in love.... we are so near but yet so far...... People say friendship is the best relation..... but then love is more beautiful........ more sweeter... more sexy.... more intense........ Its been days we are dating... but yet to fall in love....

The day was ending on a perfect note. She was lying in my arms after a great smooching session, I looked at her and it was visible that she was lost somewhere, deep in her own thoughts. I asked her,” Baby, you ok, what’s the matter, what are you thinking so much about ”. She said,” nothing”. Her tongues whispered something else and her eyes were saying something else. So I forced her and said,” baby, your eyes never lie, but your tongues do. So please tell me the truth, that what is bothering you so much”. She said,” baby. I have to keep telling lies to my father to meet you, I have to bunk my classes to spend some time with you and somewhere I feel guilty of it. My parents trust me and I am breaking their trust” . I was shocked to hear her saying all this, I didn’t knew what to say, deep within even I knew, we were doing a wrong thing. We were breaking the trust of our parents. But I was too obsessed with her and didn’t want to compromise with our intimate sessions. I had actual...

During the night hours when everyone was asleep. I was roaming through the graveyard where the girl i loved was buried. i stood before her grave and i wept for her. on her grave was written " she loved, she was loved and she died". My mind was in heavy grief. Suddenly the atmosphere around me changed i could see graves around me open up. I saw her grave too. It opened she came out of it.I stood their numb,speechless. She came out of her grave and i saw her writing something on her grave. i saw the words which were written on her grave had vanished. Instead it was written" i double crossed my lover, i slept with many, i was a liar and i died a shameful death" after writing this she looked at me with tears. Seeing all this i just fainted and fell unconscious to the ground. when i woke up i found myself in my bedroom and her pic was lying beside me............

Proverbs 19:17 Whoever is generous to the poor lends to the  Lord , and he will repay him for his deed. Hebrews 13:16   Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God. Acts 20:35   In all things I have shown you that by working hard in this way we must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’” 2 Corinthians 9:7   Each one must give as he has decided in his heart, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. 1 John 3:17   But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him? Well if you ask me, which one of the two ways is a better way to bring a smile on the face of poor soul. I would say both. In both ways, you are helping the poor. I firmly believe, “ ONE SHOULD DO, WHAT ONE...

Chotu had decided to get married as his parents had given him the option of continuing his studies or getting married. He chose the latter. At 28, you cannot study anymore. So he married a girl he selected, as he could not get a girl to marry him. I went with him to see the girl and the scene was as uncomfortable as you see in the movies. Well uncomfortable for him, but fun for me. There are actually 20 people looking at you and another 20 are held back in the adjacent room. And then the girl comes with the tea(she  actually does, it’s not a myth. More than 75% of Indian males see their wives for the first time over a tray of tea), the guy, Chotu in this case, gives a smile that cannot be replicated and the girl blushes, turning even redder than the lipstick she is wearing. Chotu was now summoned , or called by the girl’s father and he was supposedly let alone with the girl. Alone actually meant sitting in a corner where everyone could see you and hear you. I wondered what ...

Well  the story of shweta basu reveals the ugly face of the entertainment industry. It adds a new chapter to the already thick book filled with stories of woman exploitation in our country. Casting couch exists in bollywood and that is a bitter truth. But what was shocking is the approach of Indian media towards the whole issue. I am not here to defend her because what she did is wrong and no girl of good character would do that but I cannot be too judge mental because I am not in her shoes. I don’t know what consequences lead her to do that so would avoid speaking too much on it. So coming back to the whole topic, “ Approach of Indian media towards it”.  Ok fine….you caught a national award winner indulged in a sex racket…fine ok…you made it a national issue..thats also ok. You caught her having sex with someone. Very fine…you went ahead and exposed her…again its ok but the question is Sex involves atleast two persons and you exposed only one. Where is her partner in cr...

Like you all, i too dream and i dream a lot. There are several things that i wish to do in life. Too many things.....But Life is short....so here are the top ten things i want to do before i breathe my last:- 1. I wish to learn Guitar, violin and flute and singing Playing a guitar and singing out your hand written poetry would be so much fun. Music is something that always attracts me towards itself. Its such a stress buster. Even though People do compliment me that i have a good voice and i do make guest appearances in the choir of my church but there has never been a continuity. So you can say i sing well..if not well...i am not that bad....people can tolerate my singing...it just needs some polishing. And i wish to learn all this 3 instruments just because they fascinate me and the music that comes out of them is so magical.  2. I Wish to learn Martial arts I want to learn it because i am a violent person and i lose my cool very easily. I vent my anger either by br...

I am a big fan of Deepika padukone,Her dimples,her acting and that sexy voice she has....wowww marvellous. The character she played in Cocktail "Veronica" is still fresh in my mind. Well i do agree with Deepika padukone  when she vented her anger on Times of India as she said "Yes i am a woman, i have a breasts and a cleavage! You got a problem?". I must actually applaud this woman for having the guts to kick the balls of a leading newspaper," The times of india". This incident exposes the hypocrisy of Indian media. They talk about women empowerment and parallel to that they keep exposing their cleavages too. Its so funny isn't it. We all are at times the same like the indian media, we talk of great things, of great manners, of great culture but at the same time in a dark room when no one is around we watch porn...isn't it. But then its ok, we restrict the beast in ourselves to four corners of our room.  Its very difficult to control the ov...

I believe there are different stages to a man's relation with cricket: Stage 1: 0-6 years You take a plastic bat  with you wherever you go and ask someone older to play with you. You only want to bat. Fielding and bowling is considered for losers or for older people. You are 6, obviously you are not good, so you start crying the moment you get out and convince the one playing with you that it was a no ball. Stage 2: 6-16 years In this period you start dreaming of becoming India's next Sachin tendulkar. When you should be actually be dreaming of girls, you think of hitting the last ball for a six and winning the match for your team and give Javed miandad a fitting reply for what he did in sharjah. You don't roam around with a bat but even while walking with your mom to the grocery shop, you keep on practicing your strokes assuming your hand to be a bat. You start playing with other kids of your age, and now cheating when you are out becomes a bit difficul...

First they meet,  They become friends, There is attraction.....sparks fly........and slowly they find some reasons to fall in love....they fall in love.....they fall deeper.....they date...hang around.....spend some great moments...Promise each other that they will not leave each other......They share some memorable moments......photos are clicked...both of them are so much into each other....they smile....they cry...they laugh...they fight.....They are both so very much obsessed with each other..thinking about each other all the time...24*7 .......and all who see them think....they are made for each other......but as days pass....they start fighting more....finding flaws in each other....they fight....hurt each other....she hangs out with someone else....and he shouts at her......she blocks him on fb......and asks him to give her space.....she says give her some time....lets focus on our career......the spacing drama continues for a while...they drift apart...she stops rec...

Looking back, when i was young i was prepared by the society that if i study well, i would get good marks in board exams, everything would then be great. After that i was prepared to study well to get through some good college, after that i was prepared to study to get a good job, then good business school, then good job again. At the end of each task was always this assurance by society that life would fall in place after doing that. But it never did. Even after college, i was prepared by the society to have a better future but that future never came. I know this is not a very progressive thought but i never wanted to be the next Einstein, I was happy as the Prashant world would soon forget. SORRY IF I GET A LITTLE EMOTIONAL ABOUT SUCH STUFF.... Looking back i really don't know why we cared for the future that much, i mean, why did we not leave our jobs and do what we wanted( I even knew what i wanted, i just wanted to be with my son). We had earned enough money to keep ou...

Prashant narrates his experience of becoming a Father..... So the rest three months also went by, and i had a baby boy. I was with Teena in the hospital the entire time and witnessed the birth of my child. I felt this was the least i could do after she had held him for 9 months. Nothing can be so beautifully scary. The screams of Teena actually had a rhythm to them and the pain she was feeling just vanished when the little guy came out. He was so beautiful, ok sorry, he was so handsome. We both lay there in the bed looking at him. You know certain moments in your life which you cannot forget, certain moments that make your existence worthwhile. The moments you know will stay with you forever and can be relieved at the bat of an eyelid. The moment was even beyond that. All the fun i had while drinking with my friends,watching cricket and doing guy stuff all of a sudden felt so low, this was what i was meant for. I had grown old. In fact, to put it better, i had matured. You k...

In life you meet so many people, but only a few stay with you and leave you with immortal memories. Same is with books, you read so many of them but there are some which have a lasting influence on you. They take you to a different world and reading books is always a great experience for lazy people like me....he he he Coming back to the topic,  My top ten favorite books are : 1. The holy bible   From my childhood itself  my parents used to make me read the holy bible and in the beginning i never used to understand what ever was written, but as i entered my teens, some incidents changed me and i started praying a lot and that was when i actually started understanding the word of God and that was when i started loving Jesus christ and began fearing God. Everytime a trouble comes in my life, i read the bible, the gospel and the proverbs written by Solomon, when i am joyful, i read the psalms and when i have to write poetry, i read the bible. The bible shows me...

There was this guy who would like keep on talking about the girl he liked, But Thank God the girl liked someone else. He would actually say stuff like" Raj, you know what, she actually loves me but is going out with the other guy to make me jealous. I will keep on loving her till eternity and i know one day she will come to me with open arms and tell me that she was mine all along. I am telling you,it will happen." I wanted to ask him to concentrate more on her opening her legs than arms but kept quiet. The world needed such guys. You know, guys who girls go to after having a fight with their boyfriend. Guys who will take care of them, open the doors for them and treat her to good food and all so that she is ready for the next fight with her boyfriend. His girl had found a dog she could own for the rest of her life. (this extract has been taken from a novel that i am reading right now...won't reveal the name of the novel but because i liked this para...

Vishal and Tina were studying in the same class together. They were in the last year of schooling. They were Friends not good but friends who would talk occasionally on festivals. Now the twist in the story is Vishal was in head to toes in love with this girl. He had a huge crush on her from 8th standard when he actually saw her developing breasts and hips growing in size. He was in love with those beautiful things that used to pop out of her shirt. Infact he noticed her face, well not bad she was good looking too and had a great smile. Now she had a good face, great smile, plumy breasts and sexy hips. Now all this reasons are enough to fall for a girl in the teens.  Now the problem was Vishal used to look like a kid, Like tina he didn't develop muscular chests or great muscles. so he never dared to express his feelings before her. Now it was almost four years gone by and it was his last year, he had to tell this to her any how. In this four years, he had become quite obs...