To the 24 hours #9 – Catapult

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Catapult


Today 23/05/2017

It might seem strange,
How each wrong turn,
Catapults you,
Onto the right direction.

Cheers for the right mistakes,
To the 24 hours.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”

You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.

I walk into the room of fears on days i think i am ready to face it. Today is yet another day.

The room is represents me and locked inside are all my fears.

The room is filled with familiar things. Cause when is a fear unfamiliar? When is it unknown? Fear is being mildly aware of the outcome of a situation which would put one is trouble.

I see the a snake slithering from right across the room towards me. Its dirt brown in color, the same one i saw in the backyard. with my dad trying to help me plant my first sapling, It was the last time i saw my dad alive. Ophidiophobia

I hear a buzz. I look around to find its source. A honeycomb hangs from the ceiling, with bees in it. I loved the sweet taste of honey (like pooh). Until the day i climbed up a tree to juice out the honey comb for honey. Apiphobia

I see a thing object leaning to the wall on my right. I recollect nothing..

I see the reception of a hospital. Mom told me hospital is a place where loved ones are born. But thats also a place where the loved ones die.. Nosocomephobia

My gaze fall on the object again. Maybe its the drawing canvas.. Was it here the last time i came in?

I see a mike and two huge boomboxes. Loud noises.. they accelerate my heartbeat to the level that i can feel the heart pounding in my ears. Ligyrophobia

Object again.. this time it shines.. it emits a metallic light.. I recollect nothing..

I see the night i lost my freedom. Cause my freedom of expression was  curbed by a group of extremists. Eleutherophobia

Until now i could identify and tickoff all of my fears.

The object.. What is it? Why is it here? Is it a mirror?

I walk towards the it anxious about the new occupant of the room of fear.

I slowly make my way to the unexpected object in the room. I stand before it.. and i see me.

Its a mirror!

I stand still.. trying hard to recall what in my life brought it here.. in the room of fear.

Is it the mirror of Erised from that Harry Potter book? No.. I wouldn’t be seeing just me if it was it.

Me.. Mirror.. Me? Mirror?   ME!!

I fear me!

I fear the outcomes of my actions.. I FEAR ME!

Happy belated Halloween !!


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.”

Tell us about the last time you were really, truly jealous of someone. Did you act on it? Did it hurt your relationship?

Lets see.. jealousy…

Do I feel jealous? Yes!
Do I act on it? Nope!
Did it hurt my relationship? huh?! Nope!

Its a human emotion. Like any other emotion it demands to be felt! I totally do not buy the idea that someone can’t be jealous.

It wont hurt anyone until one acts on it. Its absolutely impossible to have a life devoid of jealousy.. but allowing it to take charge of you and do awful stuff.. that’s a choice one needs to make.
Right now I m on a FRIENDS marathon. Yay! 😀
And two people in particular are mostly always jealous. Guess who?
Ross and Rachel!
Oh well! Rachel’s even got a surname that screams envy.. Rachel Green.
Kidding. 😛
Well now Emily too is jealous. Cause Ross “accidentally” said Rachel’s name at the alter when he was supposed to say Emily’s. Oh wait.. Emily is angry.. she is not jealous right?
She is not plain angry she is jealous angry.
Oh.. and you know who else is always jealous??
Gunther!! 😛 😀 😀

Of coins and wishes

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Three Coins in the Fountain.”

Have you ever tossed a coin or two into a fountain and made a wish? Did it come true?

Yes, i Have (Answer to the first part of the question). And they were not just one or two.. they were many i am afraid. What i had wished for, i can’t recall. Maybe the reason i don’t remember is cause they didn’t come true (would it be different if it had come true?).

Oh yeah, i didn’t toss coins into a fountain.. they were tossed into rivers. They were tossed over while the train chugged over the long expanse of rivers on my way to my grandparents place.

It seems such a long time ago. Maybe in my early teens when all summer holidays meant a trip to my grandparents. It would take three days, two chugging train changes and one long sleep deprived night, with swinging jitters to go from the source to destination.

It was on the second day ( i guess) that we would pass over the river (Well this would again depend upon the route we chose to travel through). It was either the river Godavari or river Krishna. The moment the train tracks moved from running on land to hovering over the river the sound that surround us would alter from being a distant hum to a very load soft bang of sorts. The bangs occurring in sync with the appearance of each beam/column cast in the bridge. Every person on the train would shift over to where the windows were – the kids were for obvious reasons to be given the window seats at that instant – some daring souls would go and stand along the open doors. As the strong wind waft across our timid faces, we were handed coins to be tossed onto the river from the framed windows. We were specifically asked to wish for “good” things. We would “throw” our coins out the window and strain our necks to actually see if our coin hit the water ( okay, this we would just pretend to be doing to satisfy ourselves that the aim was perfect). Until.. until we heard a cling or clang. If no metallic sounds were heard everyone would be at peace as long as the train zoomed over the hovering bridge. And god-forbid.. god-forbid if we heard a cling or a clang, the one who threw the coin in last would definitely burst into tears. No amount of consoling would stop him/her from crying over missing our aim.

I at times think the reason we cried was cause we felt bad for the coin as the other thrown coin reached its destination but ours was stuck in an unknown location. Maybe the coin broke into pieces because we threw it too hard and it was hurt really badly. (I am amused how we sometimes harbor feeling for the commonest of the non-living things as a child and then as we grow we disrespect rarest forms of living things).

I don’t really think we wished things.. we would just do it for our amusement. At times we would miss the whole river thing cause we would pass over it at night when all of us were asleep.

On questioning my mom about why this was done she told me that this was practiced from the times of Rajas and Maharajas when the coins were made out of copper alloy. It was considered a healthy practice to drink water kept in copper pots or with copper coins in it. Apparently it has some nutritious quality. So when the villages/commoners would drink from such sources of water their health would benefit from it.

Now that we no longer use coins that have been manufactured from copper it seems pretty useless.

And i don’t believe in making wishes. Whether its tossing a coin or locking a lock and tossing the key onto the river or a passing shooting star or they singularly shed eyelash. I mean how can you relate a wish coming true from the occurrence of a totally unrelated scenario?!

I believe everything has a logical explanation. Its just so that we don’t know or we don’t acknowledge the logical reasoning.

On the contrary i believe that if a wish is made on such situations more often than not they won’t come true. Better safe than sorry. 😛


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Dictionary, Shmictionary.”

Time to confess: tell us about a time when you used a word whose meaning you didn’t actually know (or were very wrong about, in retrospect).

My brother downloaded an app. I am not aware of the exact name but it was a educational app for GRE aspirants. And he was onto this section where your proficiency over the English vocabulary is tested.

This was the deal with this section. One set has fifty words. A word pops into the screen and you have to guess the meaning of the word. Then you press the tab “Meaning”, the meaning pops onto the screen with two options. One, I knew the meaning. Two, I didn’t know the meaning. You have to be true to yourself here. So when the app is done flipping over the first fifty words, it loops over the words to which you didn’t know the meaning. This cycle repeats until you remember the meaning of all the words in that set.

All of us were into our own phone dimensional world, when one of my brothers announced to us that he downloaded this app, and that we should have a look at that particular section.

We huddled over the screen and launched ourselves into craziness. The first word appeared on the screen.We grinned at eachother (I am sorry i don’t remember hat it was but i remember none of us knew the meaning). After each one of us pronounced that their respective selves didn’t know the meaning, he pressed the tab “Show the meaning” and voila all of us suddenly knew the word. Each one of us was going.. “Oooh. This word.. Damn I knew it i knew it”… “I read this word here”… “This guy used this word”… and the likes.

After maybe two or three words we made this rule.. guess the meaning of the word, make a sentence and then go on and verify the meaning of the word. This is where the fun started. We started make bizarre guesses and respective sentences. When we actually saw he meaning on screen we just couldnt stop ourselves form laughing. It was hilarious.  We were in a public gathering so suppressed controlled laughter made it even more enjoyable. The vagueness of it was absolute.

One of the words that came up was involved”. By the looks of it its a very commonly used term. None the less we gave the word the meaning we had learnt it had (thanks to its casual reference).i.e. “Being engaged in an activity”. Surprisingly thats not what the word means..  What it actually means is this… difficult to understand; complicated. Casual references robs the word of its designated meaning.

A boring afternoon well spent and made memorable. It happened today.. seeing this prompt was like Deja vu.