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Genuinely Fake

    Selena looked at her bvlgari watch, and flipped the pages of vogue, however to her dismay it slipped from her lap while she tried to lean at the back seat of her husband’s black car. Beige upholstery with tinted glasses was so typical of her husband. Apparently today she was leaving a bit too early than her usual weekends at her getaway her home before marriage; Although it is just an hour drive from her duplex house in a plush society where she’s been staying for the past few months.

 

The only thing that made her feel good about the house was the sea-view from her bedroom although its not much appreciated by her husband ever since his music surround system was spoilt due to the humidity; as they call caused by the sea breeze, always blamed for leaving the glass open, “but then what’s the point of a sea-view unless you experience it!” selena mocked.  The responsive stare was much more than her husband saying better keep shut.

 

She stared at the magazine lying at her feet, too tired to even dare picking it up, in fact the read wasn’t a good one, she waited for the magazine to lift on its own but poor luck nothing happened. After a pensive moment she finally decided to pick it up, kept it next to her, “what could be better than an unflustered ride in one of the most luxurious car and the acquaintance of a book or novel or magazine, anything that could keep me from thinking about what happened a few hours ago!”

 

Early in the morning:

“Where are you headed? Are you not supposed to come along with me, you know Liam’s arranged an evening for us.” Selena questioned her husband.

  “I know very well but something important cant be easy on that, have to go for a quick meet or else my book will be shelved for eternity. This jerk has tried every possible way to convince samara that it’s not a good time for publishing my book. I mean he knows how much I’ve invested in it, 2 whole months to jot down how important it is for each one of us to live the dream to live a life, I mean he knows it was decided he’ll publish it as soon as I’m done with one, its very well document in the contract.” he replied.

“But it was very well posted on your notes until last night that we are going out so what happened now?”

  “I just cant believe you still have the audacity to ask me such irrelevant questions, what’s wrong with your senses, you’ve rented it to someone, you know its important, it should’ve been of utmost priority to you as well when you know this is what I live for.”

“Yes, I know how important and emotion consuming this entire process is, at the age of 34 writing down a book on telling how one should lead a life, telling people who’ve same damn thing every time, they have known everything practically, yet telling them there’s someone at their rescue to show them how they should lead their lives, with the knowledge of some silly words from a stupid book.   I don’t understand how you can sum up life in a book and set it as a standard! This is something I would like to debate with all you self-help authors.”  Selena stared at him for a genuine reply..

“ Come on, I don’t need this now, not from you o.k. I will be back before time all right! I love you.” He walked off.

Layla

“I pass by these walls, the walls of Layla

 And I kiss this wall and that wall

It’s not Love of the houses that has taken my heart

 But of the One who dwells in those houses”

 Arabic poetry -

11/26/2008

11/26 Attack has left a horrifying imprint of terrorism and bloodshed. I was at my office when one of my colleague informed me about the mishap that struck entire Mumbai with notions of fear and destitute.

Gun battle went on for almost 60 hours and almost every one I know was following the news broadcasted by all the possible news channels. I deeply mourn the loss of lives of our country men. Army and NSG has played their part with integrity however our politicians are still not done with their cat fight, recent comments and their stand on such hideous attack has left me dumbstruck, I mean what on earth do these politicians think while opening their mouths. They all are proving how dim-witted and shrewd they all are when they speak of the lost lives, security of a common man, and on measures to prevent such attacks in the future ( I doubt if they really are interested in any of those).

 

 I’m enormously proud of the force of the country, but at the same time I’m ashamed of the people who are in power to run this country.

I wish, there was an option to exchange these good for nothing politicians with people who lost their lives ….

God Turned Blind

my heart’s full of vengenance
i scream in my mind
my withered soul questions
Has my god turned blind?

he could’nt see the hurt
when i was bruised nd broken
he was quiet and curt
when my faith being questioned

ask and u shall recive
search and you’ll find me
is mere cliche i believe
words that no longer bind me

dont have any prayer left now
to make him to listen to me
my heart denies to bow
for him who cant even see!

i’ve stated believin in doubts
and i’m doubting my faith
for my prayers are mere shouts
been condemened to this fate!