A croaking frog

Frankie was a noisy frog and the loudest in the well that he lived in. Day after night and night after day, he croaked louder than others, announcing his existence to the world. Everyone looked up to him and praised him, not only in front of him but at his back too. He was happy. He was content with the life that he was leading but things were not to end there.

One day, he hopped out of the well to explore the outer, bigger and meaner world, and to show the world that he was the loudest. Then he heard the other frogs croak louder than him and louder than anybody he had ever heard. There was not just one frog that could do better than him in the outer world but there were millions of them, however he never gave up croaking. He croaked and croaked everyday and every night, hoping that the outer world would at least hear him croak and appreciate his attempt if not tag him as the loudest. He believed that practicing would help him perform better, hence he refused to abandon his pursuit and continued croaking.

Phantom

It's not that she hates losing but she never gives up without trying hard, without giving her best and if her gut says she can do it then there is no turning back. She always puts her heart and soul into every assignment that she takes but the new case was proving to be more challenging than she had expected it to be. She had already given all that she had, she had spent days and nights trying to get her hands on clues, any clue yet the case had seen no progress. She was exactly where she had started.

Her instincts and wits had never failed her but the murderer, whoever he was, had done a neat job, leaving no clue behind him, challenging her abilities like never before. The neighbors hadn't seen anyone either enter or leave the victim's house. The murderer hadn't left fingerprints, though it was obvious that the victims had struggled for their lives. The crime scene was a mess with blood splattered everywhere, even so there wasn't any suspicious footprints.

Not for sale

Could that be a butterfly? She wondered. She hadn't seen one ever since she had started working at the royal kitchen. No butterfly entered the castle grounds and she dared not go outside. I must be dreaming then, she thought but she couldn't have been because the textures and the colors on the butterfly's wings were too vivid to be a dream.

When she gained consciousness she realized she hadn't been dreaming but had mistaken her new dress for a butterfly. New dress? She didn't remember changing her clothes. The dress was grand and she had always wanted to dress up but couldn't afford, so had given up on that dream. Am I dreaming again? She wondered, but she realized it wasn't a dream when somebody announced that she was awake.

Ramen Girl

How many more retakes had he intended to take? It was very tiring. Well, I cannot blame him entirely because he wouldn't have asked for any retakes if I had played my role the way he wanted it. After all, he's one of the best directors who never compromise for anything and wouldn't accept anything lesser than what's on his mind...not even for the not-so-important scenes.

All I had to do was to look into my co-actor's eyes and tell her that I loved her. It should have been easy because I had done it plenty of times with the same actor but I wonder what was so different today. Why weren't my expressions up to the mark according to the director? Yuri is a fine actor and a friend since my starting days as an actor, hence we share a very good chemistry. So, what was the problem? I couldn't figure out.

Unlike many unfortunates who do anything for living, I got the opportunity to do something that I enjoy doing. I agree that I did crave for fame and recognition at the beginning of my career but it did not take very long for me to recognize that I enjoyed my work better when I did not think about getting appreciated for the same.

Celebrating Blogging at Indiblogger meet

There were around three hundred people gathered under one roof. No, I’m not talking about Bangalore buses but Indiblogger meet that was held at Fortune Park JP Celestial, Bangalore on 3rd October 2010. There were geeks, personal bloggers, journalists, Tamil bloggers and of course Indibloggers team gathered to celebrate blogging.

For someone like me who think hundred times before stepping out of the house to meet a friend, it was a big deal that I attended the indiblogger meet. Though I hate crowd and it’s always a big “NO” when the crowd is a bunch of strangers, I couldn’t help but enjoy my fellow bloggers’ company, whose blogs I have been reading ever since I was introduced to the blogging world by a close friend. Well, there were few familiar faces but still I hadn’t met anyone in person and how much ever I knew about them was only through the blog world. Thanks to the indiblogger’s team to have organized such a wonderful event of bringing all the bloggers together because I can no more address my blogger friends as strangers. Now, I have not only read them but also exchanged greetings with them, had a friendly chat and felt their warm smiles. A special thanks to Avada, who tolerated my continuous blabbering without asking me to shut up.

An arrogant stranger

Do you remember everyone of the many you meet everyday? Of course, you don’t. However, few cross your mind couple of times, few linger for awhile and there are those few whom you would never forget. You might have spent just few minutes with them but no matter how brief the encounter was they would have left everlasting impression in your heart. It might be hatred, love or just admiration that you might have developed towards them in those brief moments but what’s important is the intensity of that feeling if it were to remain in your heart, forever.

Sometimes, it might take years to make an opinion about a person…to realize what exactly your feelings are for that someone, who always occupies your mind whenever you are alone.

Return

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“If he doesn’t return then we shall bring him back”, they swore and rode away, leaving behind a hope of freedom, of peace.

***

“Do not be scared. I shall never harm you”.

No matter how much he assured her that she was safe, she wouldn’t believe him and it hurt him to see fear in her face. He wanted her to smile…smile for him, but he did not know how to make her happy.

Goodbye

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I was so obsessed with this particular television series that I wouldn't miss any of its episodes, no matter what. The storyline was so good that it made me want to watch it over and over. It might sound insane but I suppose that I was in love with the protagonist and about whether I still posses such strong feelings for him or not, I do not know. However, he's on my mind often, more than he ought to be. You must be wondering whether am I not misinterpreting my feelings for him and it could be that I’m just attracted to him. Trust me! I've seen more good looking men than him but none have managed to haunt my thoughts and dreams for so long. It might not be love but surely not just an infatuation.

Dream boy

She fancied staring out from her bedroom's window while everyone else slept in their warm beds, lost in their dreams. The silence of the night and the beauty of the still world always appealed to her. She would stay awake until the first sun ray hit the earth, just sitting on her windowsill and doing nothing but absorbing the beauty of the dark. She loathed light, unlike others.

Every morning, her mother would complain about her eyebags and how skinny she looked, but she gave a damn. She didn't want anyone to tell her what she should look like and what she should wear. She didn't bother dressing up. Lipstick was the last thing that she wanted on her dressing table. However, she had beautiful long hair that she had maintained pretty well.

She always took the subways to go to the college instead of the college bus because subways were considerably dark. The entire time she was in the train, she would just stare at the relatively moving wall. She never noticed people around her and so did they. She always went unnoticed, thanks to her skinny physique.

"Not-so-feminine" Me

"My Sins against Gender-Stereotypes" sounds interesting, right? Almost everyone in the blogosphere are doing this tag and now, it's my turn. Firstly, thanks to Avada Kedavra and BlabberBlah for tagging me.

I don't classify the below characteristic of mine as masculine but they are definitely not feminine. The ten non-feminine things about me are:

* I neither hate pink nor fancy it.

* I first beat up people and then talk. Sometime back, a guy had stolen my bicycle. I went to his place with my dad's latti and bashed him nicely, before I brought my bicycle back.