the chronicles of the Singh's on lane 42 (iii)

I think dad is going into depression. He has stopped going out and usually keeps himself alone. He spends late nights in office. His appetite has dropped to an alarmingly low level, dark eye bags and crow's feet have become more prominent; and the worst of all he has gone back to smoking.

I and my sister on the other hand have started to move forward. We won't deny the chasm left by her departure, but words of Strider on Gandalf's death, "we must do without hope" provides a lot of solace.

It has been two months since she died. Fight between me and my sister have restarted over the handling of the remote. My dad not so actively involved in the tiff has started to re-mingle with people. I and him had a fight a few days ago regarding the self-immolation path he was treading. after an exchange of a few heavy words all three of us were down on the floor crying. Since then, dad makes it a point not to stay late alone in the office. Most of these days he has dinner with us. Though i am sure he wont quit smoking again.



Me: "Dad, stop this smoking. It has caused the whole room to suffocate."

Enya, who has her hazel eyes similar to my mom's, would get up from her couch and in one swift motion would snatch the cigarette from his hands quite like the way my mom used to do.

Dad: "thanks."

Enya and dad both would smile at each other. Dad humming away would go to his room to sleep.

the chronicles of the Singh's on lane 42 (ii)

My mom died last week and my father is devastated. He is not showing it, but i have seen him crying in his room. He doesn't wish me to see him broken down. His trials of brave front are as hollow as this house without her.

I miss her in lot many ways. Inadvertently after coming out of the bath a few days ago I shouted, "Mom, where are my clothes." Suddenly I recalled she wasn't there. My sister, Enya, came out running from her room, and both of us cried like 3 year old kids.

After a gap of fortnight dad went to work today. I went to drop him till his workplace. Suddenly old memories flashed back. There were days when mom and dad used to drop me to work and go for long drives. at times they used to go up to 300-400 kms and I had to hire a taxi back home.



God plays games, and few of them are brutal ones.

the chronicles of the Singh's on lane 42 (i)

Mr. Virender Singh fell in love with Geeta when he was in college. He used to bunk classes to smoke cigarettes, and she used to ignore him taking him to be a local goon. On the contrary Virender was mad and crazy and undoubtedly in love with her. They two later on became imprisoned in a social rite called marriage; and i am their son.

On one fine day, during their college days, when the sun was a bit lazy and decided to doze off when on duty, my dad went up to my mom and asked her out, "Would you go out with me?"

My mom had a charm around herself which at times attracted eve-teasers. She had made it a point to learn karate ever since her kindergarten days. If my dad had moved an inch forward, I am sure his balls would have been giant footballs and my birth an aborted mission.

She replied, "aren't you the smoker across the gate?"

"a question for a question? yes, I smoke and the future of the pack in my pocket depends upon your answer."

"You are either going to smoke it indifferent of my answer. Take a breath; go finish your pack."

That is how they met; and how they fell in love is a mystery to me. No matter how much i coax them they refuse to bat an eyelid. They say, "we are saving it for our grandchildren. ask us no questions, we will tell you no lies."



(i hereby promise to make an effort to be regular. :P)

MIDNIGHT HUES

The tenebrous night descends
Along with its encroaching darkness,
Hanging out like a canopy.
Mystery and death silence are its two escorts...

It glares into my eyes with all its awe and might,
Beckoning me to embrace it…
It intends on stealing away my only soulmate
I feel like condemning it of being so callous,
I feel like despising it of being a mugger,
Yet again I fail; yet again I’m helpless…

Undulating between the desire to be possessed and the fear to be enslaved,
Scared by the vicious veil of night,
Robbed off my better half,
There I lay yet again, all alone…

The yearn to be embraced by my only admirer,
The desire to feel its touch,
These unstrung melodies yet again harp my senses.
But there I see the triumphant night,
The ache of being abandoned strikes yet again…

Meekly I decide to surrender to the master
But there I see my savior
Adorned in a blend of cerise and azure,
Approaching me with a gleam of hope
Rejuvenating the promise of reuniting me with my soulmate…

The sea that saw no tempest...

Plunge deep into the blue sea,
A mystery awaits your arrival…
In the womb of immaculate shell
Lays a thing as sanctified as an apostle
A piece of pious beauty…a pearl
It peeps for your hands to reach it.

It has a story of its own
Concealed in it is the chronicle of pain, a yearn of life
This yearn has added leaps and bounds to its beauty
People say it’s inanimate, an embodiment of passive beauty
Can a thing which itself unveils the tale of its evolution be inanimate?

It lies hidden in the heart of the sea
Having seen the sea in and out of its varied moods
Having confronted the wrath of puissant sea during the tempest
It also witnessed the tender love of its waves
Nurturing and sheltering it like a guardian angel …
It has in store for you all such untold truths about its abode
The entire anecdote of its life to disclose unto you

Just yours for years, decades and ages
Waiting patiently for you to seek it
Pay it the reward of all the yearns it had confronted
Be a patient listener to its unheard accounts
And make it worth it…
Reveal its pristine exquisiteness onto the entire human clan
Make it the pride of the temptress of Adam

Just open it….reveal it…discover it...

Welcome to the museum part 1- “Kinder garten”

The honourable, greatness personified, the legendary Ajay Kumar- My certificates state I was born in 1990. My parents however till date argue between each other in which year I was born. My birth was a matter of happiness to the whole of India and Australia. Both the nations distributed sweets on the fruitful timing and date of my birth, therefore I call myself honorable.

I had a frequent habit of falling in love. My history of crushes goes long back when I had just entered school. There was a girl named "Roo" in kindergarten and her nose used to flood with a frequency of .6Hz, and I had a crush on her.

On one fine day she came upto me with her nose hidden behind her handkerchief and said, “Ajay, I am leaving. Bye…”

The scene was extremely melodramatic. I did not go to school the next day, and the day next to that. I decided to miss a day’s food in her honour. However, as soon as evening came Chandrama entered my life. She was not as sweet as “Roo” however her chubbiness and cuteness gave competition to “Kavita”. Kavita was the bombshell of my Kindergarten school, and the fisrt girl of my life I shall call ‘Sexy’! The whole school fought to have lunch with her. She used to bring buttered bread in her lunch box, and the boys sitting around her used to bring chocolates for her everyday. She used to exchange her tiffin boxes with the admirers of her. As I always used to take half burnt rotis to school, I never dared to exchange my tiffin box with her, so I settled for Chandrama. She had no problems with my half burnt rotis. She never touched it is a different matter altogether.

Time moved on, Chandrama and I came closer. We started sitting on the same seats in the school bus.

On another fine day on which Chandrama was absent on account of typhoid Purbita came and took the seat beside me. My heart started beating faster. I was too happy that day. She was the best friend of ‘Kavita’. My small mind played the first politics of my life. Our conversation went as such-

HH(His highness) Ajay Kumar- “who all are your friends? Will you introduce me to them?”

Purbita- “My friends are Sabya, Nishith, Shristi and Meher. I had fight with Kavita yesterday. I won’t talk to her ever. Yeah I will---”

By the time she completed the list I got up from my seat and took to my heels. I ran from the seat and went beside Kishore. The boy I believed to have come from Nigeria. I did not talk to Purbita for the next three years.

Ultimately I was successful in dating (lunching) with Kavita. I had somehow convinced my mother to give me bread and chocolate that day. I wore washed and ironed dress, polished my shoes myself and TOOK A BATH on a rainy day. The palpitating beats of my heart were at an all time high. It was raining heavily that day, and most of the boys were absent. Chandrama was absent too. Probably her mother thought it better not to disturb her sleep. So on the fortunate day of 19th august, 1994 I dated my first sweet heart ‘Kavita’.

However, our relationship did not last long. On the next day I saw her eating with Nishith. I went up to him and broke his nose. His nose is still crooked.

With every blow I delivered I said, “How dare you eat with my girlfriend? Kutte, I will finish you off.”

It was good the Kavita chapter came to an end. After a few months she looked like-

A gonna be "legend" is back!

On the onset i would like to thank all those who commented and never grew tired of wiling my absence. Unfortunately most of the comments were anonymously send in Chinese, but surely i believe they were appraisals for my previous posts and wanted the reputed miss X back. I missed all of you, and especially the site links and pics which the chinese links directed to!

For a lower level sample of the directed site visit-

http://i44.tinypic.com/1610yn9.jpg

Long ago, a score years back i had a dream. In my dream the sexiest lady of all times (the one above is awesomely grotesque bitch in front of her) came to my dream and said, "one day you will lead an astray blogger to the path of glory!"

And as you all know today chronicwriter is famous and blogspots most known comic blogger.

Moving on, i have once again forgotten the last time i took a bath. However, as per my personal statistical average and my room mates it was not long ago; and as we have our final semester papers going on i am quite sure the auspicious moment is yet to come. To add to my worries is the dog who keeps on stealing my underwear. He has grown immense fondness for my underwear, and has stolen two of mine till date. He gifts the pilfered memento to his wife (i believe). May god do her good!

My papers will be ending on 12th and i believe the mess in which my room is will be relieved on the same day.



I became the student's editor of the annual magazine "SRIJAN" of my institute; so next year if you find a dumb,literature-less or with too much literature, less colourful or extra colourful, flamboyant or lusterless or for that matter anything as per your dislike then all the disputes are subjected to bharatnitham@gmail.com only.

I am spending this summer in Ericsson India pvt. Limited, Noida and I am praying every night before going to sleep.

"Dear God, please let the receptionist be damn hot and unmarried."

I have started working upon my looks, and presently i look much hotter than Bradd and Butler combined.

NB: 1) NOT TOO LONG is a milder way of saying it was at least two weeks ago!
2) Bradd and Butler never meant Brad Pitt and Gerard butler. Both of them are unmarried stock past the age of 40 living in my colony.
3) Bush came to visit me yesterday and as i was busy I refused to meet him.
(I had a phone call from my childhood crush She had called me bro by mistake and i was
squabbling over it.)