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Posted: 23 November 2009 at 6:15am | IP Logged
Guys,
 
This is my latest piece of blogging. My mother told me it is very good and fantastic (her opinion, not mine), so I thought of posting it here. Tell me how you like it.
 
I promise

On Thursday aka the 19th of November, 2009 while returning home from a tiring day at school I came face-to-face with a sad and devastating sight. The sight was sad, terrifying and plain upsetting.

Before I reveal to you what the sight was, let me tell you how my daily routine is between the time my school gets over and the time I reach home.

After the school bell rings at 2:10 p.m., I hurry up the stairs and into the classroom of my best friend Asma. From there we come down to the first floor where we are joined by a common friend Faria. The three of us head down and after a zillion goodbyes, we part our ways.

On the way home I cross the stinky nala, the crowded "auto-stand" and finally make my way to the open street where I have to cross the road. It takes me a really long while to actually to finally cross the road due to the overwhelming traffic, so, I'm usually in a terrible, "don't-bug-me" mood by the time I do cross.

After crossing the road I take a left turn and head down the street to the last apartment in the lane. One the way I encounter two stinky G.H.M.C. trash bins, a few well-fed cows and a few bickering dogs. The dogs are usually bickering near the first set of trash bins and I always try to avoid them and hurry home.

But on that day, I encountered something different, something that made me stop and think. I glanced sideways at the trash bin and saw a poor old, messed up begger. Beggers aren't an unusual sight in Hyderabad, but what I saw this poor begger do was shocking. He had digged out a frooti can (if you can call it that :]) and was trying to sip out the remnants from it. This sight devastated me.

After that the poor chap digged at the other trash bin in the same set looking for something to eat. After a long pause I continued home, my heart heavy.

What I had seen had shocked me out of my wits. I always knew poverty existed in the world, but I didn't know the extent of it. I didn't know that people had struggle so much to get a sip of wasted frooti.

I knew this wasn't anything, compared to the poverty faced by countries like Uthopia, Ghana, and any other African countries (excluding South Africa and Egypt, perhaps).

With this post I would like to make the pledge that I will do my best to help others. I will never waste my food or drinks. I will try my best and do all that is my control to help the poor and needy. I will get more involved in the world affairs, by which I mean the real world and not just what I call my world.

NIDHEYA


Edited by NidheyaCole - 03 December 2009 at 10:47am

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Posted: 23 November 2009 at 10:29am | IP Logged
Please give me your feedback and thoughts!!
 
:)Nidheya

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Posted: 23 November 2009 at 11:53pm | IP Logged
Hello

I am guessing that its a real life incident.
Well, what you have seen is only part of the world in which we live in. Economic poverty is something which is quite obviously visible but almost everyone misses out is moral poverty. I guess to fix the world, fixing of minds is required.

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Posted: 24 November 2009 at 8:43am | IP Logged
Yes, it is real incident. It is my blogary for last week!!!!

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Posted: 03 December 2009 at 10:46am | IP Logged
All the stories I post here can also be found on my offical blog!
 
Home

I wasn't afraid and I knew it. I couldn't understand why it always ended up like this. Always ended up with me in the dark cold, alone, lost, lifeless. Somehow I always made it out of there, relatively unscathed, physically atleast.

But mentally I was scarred, the scars embedded so deep inside of me that there was no way they would ever fade away. The memories of those days, those horrid days, hound me even today. Though I know I'm far from there, safe and cozy (once again, physically), the nightmares never fail to visit. I repeatedly beg them to go away, to leave me alone, yes, I wanted to be alone.

The pain of living even after he didn't, the excruciating piercing pain of the invisible knife repeatedly stabbing my heart, was slowly turning into numbness. I was growing immune to the stabbing, but not to the pain, the pain never left me.

I thought of those carefree days of my life. The days where he was around, to lift up my spirits, to guard me from all evils, protecting me in those strong, warm hands of his...those days were over. Now came the days when I had to fight with nature to kill myself, to end this horrid torture called life.

Everybody said I would get over it and I tried to believe them, but deep down I knew that nothing would ever be the same. I would never be alright again. Running away from home was an option, but I had no home.

Four years ago from this date I was just another sixteen year old in the orphanage. He, strong and handsome, at the age of seventeen had visited for a school project. We became friends and soon much much beyond that. He rescued me from there and promised a lifetime together, till eternity.

But promises are never kept...don't take me wrong, he tried his level best, but one evening, when the gray clouds engulfed the clouds, an omen perhaps. Just like in any movies the gang of villains came to attack us. But unlike any movie, the villains emerged victorious. My brave hero fought till his last breath, injured as many as he could.

The evil tried to kill me, but they didn't succeed. I wish they had, then he and I would still be together. I escaped, unscathed. I fought against my own life for three whole years trying to find a loophole in nature which would make my work so much easier. But, alas. Nature defied me, death defied me.

But today I'm prepared. I have been planning for a while, to end it, for once and for all. I looked down the cliff and saw a long stretch of nothing. I walked to the edge, opened my arms wide and smiled.

Bending down slightly, I took a leap. The wind was soaring in my face, what a marvellous feeling! This is how flying must feel. I couldn't enjoy the pleasurable feeling for long because I crashed. Usually a person would weep because of the pain, but I'm not just another person.

I felt myself rolling in a crippled position, unable to move. My smile turned even more wide. During the last few moments of my life I decided to think about all the beautiful memories with him: our first meeting, our first date, our confession, our first kiss, our plans for the future. I felt my breath rate going slower and I knew what my last thought would be. The reponse to his last words I will wait.

"I'm here," I said, breathing my last.

I opened my eyes in heaven and saw him. I ran into his arms felt them snake around me protectively. I hid my face in his naked chest. Yes, I was home.

Please do comment peeps!
 
Nidheya
 
DO NOT COPY AND PASTE ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT PRIOR PERMISSION. THIS IS WRITTEN BY NIDHEYA SURESH AND WILL BE AVAILIBLE ONLY ON HER BLOG AND IF THREAD!
 
 

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Posted: 03 December 2009 at 11:56am | IP Logged
WOW!!! That was AWESOME!!!
Luuuuved da part where she runs into his arms!!! lol
 
And that real life incident story iz amazing!! U shud publish it on Facebook or any place dat u can publish a short story like dat on the internet!!!
 
I mean it makes people fink doesn't it!!???
Were here having the time of our lifes, not caring what happens to other peeps out there in the cruel world, buying useless stuff... wasting it... Wasting MONEY!!! We have everything we cud ask 4 out there ......
but we don't care!
 
We take fings for granted and can't see what wrong we are doing!!!
We.... and shud all help the third world... poverty... all the needy people!!!
They seriously need our help!!!
 
GIVE TO CHARITY!!!

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Posted: 03 December 2009 at 1:00pm | IP Logged
Originally posted by MizMagick

WOW!!! That was AWESOME!!!
Luuuuved da part where she runs into his arms!!! lol
 
And that real life incident story iz amazing!! U shud publish it on Facebook or any place dat u can publish a short story like dat on the internet!!!
 
I mean it makes people fink doesn't it!!???
Were here having the time of our lifes, not caring what happens to other peeps out there in the cruel world, buying useless stuff... wasting it... Wasting MONEY!!! We have everything we cud ask 4 out there ......
but we don't care!
 
We take fings for granted and can't see what wrong we are doing!!!
We.... and shud all help the third world... poverty... all the needy people!!!
They seriously need our help!!!
 
GIVE TO CHARITY!!!
 
Thanks Amira!!!! I'm glad you liked it!!! I was imagining Cole Sprouse as him ALL the time!!
 
And yes, people should stop taking things for granted!
 
Nidheya

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Posted: 04 December 2009 at 10:02pm | IP Logged

hey nidhz..loved both the stories..

1 -
 
That was a sad sight, a poor guy had to dig up a garbage bin for few sips of Frooti..it sure has a message to never waste anything..but i felt sad for that guy..
 
2 -
 
She was still in the world, but he was gone due to fighting for her..tat's sad..it always hurts when u feel he died because of you..and that too someone you loved so mch..u cant help but miss him..
 
n she too decided to die..aww..n she did'nt regret it at all..she found him in heaven and just hugged him..cute!
 
do write more
 
-aish

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