Hope gives strength!

Prompt:”My husband doesn’t know, but soon he will”

“All my dreams and hopes were shattered, the day my marriage was finalized. And I was a totally dismayed lady with no direction for my life”, Rini said in a low, sad tone.

“How old were you then when you tied knots?” Sudhir, Rini’s childhood friend asked.

Rini and Sudhir were meeting after more than six years. It was last in the dance classes that they both took during their schooldays that they met each other.

“Just nineteen. Can you imagine my feelings then?”

“Why didn’t you tell them? They could have waited.”

At least my family would not. And for my dancing career, never. After all, I was a girl and marriage is the only thing in a girl’s life”, Rini said in an irritated tone.

“Then?”, Sudhir queried gravely.

“Then what? I just wanted to die. End my life”

“What!”

Rini sighed. “Yes, I was about to. But that’s my past. Now you don’t need to worry.”

“So”, Sudhir adjusted himself for a better position.

“Then I had even arranged everything right. Just in the night of the occasion, I would have ended my story.”

“So mad lady why didn’t you?”

“The night before, I had a dream…or probably it was evening only…or I can’t remember exactly.”

“Let it be whatever it was. Go ahead.”

“Evening, yes it was evening”, she said excited.

“I couldn’t remember the dream clearly but the essence got engraved deep in my brain. Somebody said to me, ‘God is not rude to anyone. All are his children. Have patience. Let time unroll a little more. There might be something good for you a bit later’.”

“I changed my mind. And was married to the industrialist Niranjan Singh turning me to Rini Singh. He was a doting husband except that he never wanted me to dance. Even the slightest talk on dance made him turn red. I still don’t know why he despised dance so much. So I couldn’t do anything when he was home, but the good thing was that he was at home after 9 in night and before 8 in morning.”
“Then you learnt it during these hours?”

“Yes, there were servants and workers for all house works. There was rarely a thing for me to do. I practiced everyday from morning till evening except Sunday for it was the day when Niranjan didn’t go to the company, and wanted me to be with him.”

“But hey Rini! You could have lived happier without those hectic dancing schedule. Servants, cars, palatial house…what more can a girl crave for?”

“Yeah I was having them all, but I don’t know why I felt incompleteness everyday since I was married. But when I started to practice, though hectic, I lived with more energy. I was much happier.”

Sudhir smiled. “And today you are here in the State dance festival trying to make your dream come true. But now your husband must be knowing?”

“He doesn’t, but soon he will.”

“What after that?”

“Nobody can stop me now.” Just then, the first name in the festival was announced and it was – Rini Singh.

I am happy that I ended what I started. But what is this? There’s some other prompt in Fiction Friday page. Or there’s nothing for 30th April. Anywaz, I’ve done my work.

Why I may or may not become a writer?

Today, I felt I can’t become a writer. Why? There are two reasons to it.

Choosing a topic: Hah! That’s the pittiest reason for not being able to write. I tell you, since childhood I have struggled with the selection of topics for which I would like to write and still, it has been my major hindrance getting through the task.

I don’t know if any other ‘wannabe writer’ would be struggling with this problem. So sad! If somebody would have told me about this problem when I was planning to take up the path, I might not have taken it.:P

It actually so happens that I pick up one topic after more than half an hour of brainstorming and then again, I crush the paper for either I know very little about the topic or my mood is not allowing me to write on it or I can’t think any more about the topic or….or…. there are many ors to it. Finally what is the result? I close my diary and BANG! It rests over the table.

Then I start thinking of something else to write on and something similar happens with this ‘else’ too. And I don’t remember how many times the process repeats. Result: I am at the same starting line where I was early in the morning!

I have fought all other problems, but this…. It has made it sooooooo difficult for me to proceed ahead in my quest.

Excuses for laziness: Ya, I agree that at times it holds my hands so tight that I even deny picking up my pen or keyboard. An hour goes by and then another and one more but I was unable to come out of the clutches of this part of my behavior.

It goes with every job, but for me, it dominates and harms only in my writing schedule. I read somewhere about what a writer should do to escape being lazy and it said right. The most necessary one that I felt was – commitment. If it is there, nothing can stop. And if it is not there, nothing can take me ahead!

Ok! that’s right! But there are times when you have right reason for not writing, and enough of them are available for me, always.

So, after knowing the above reasons, I felt that the second one was with every other budding writer and could be resolved. But, what should I do with the first one?

Here, this post is a result of what I did with the first one. Yesterday, I had thought that I will put up something about my writing – no topic was decided yet. And I have. Though you may find it a ridiculous one, I have done it. Still, chances exist that I may not become a writer.

Can you suggest something more?

The killer ring!

The prompt was – “While digging in a cereal box for the toy surprise, a child makes a grisly discovery.”

I felt it’s tough and moreover, when you are unwillingly doing an activity, it’s really difficult to carry through. I’m happy that I finished it.

Here goes my story…..

Since early morning everyone in the house of Mr. Ramakant Sharma was busy for the wedding ceremony about to be held in the night. It was a welcome day with guest continuously coming. How Mr. and Mrs. Sharma had been waiting for this day for years.

During the day when Rohit, the six year old kid was taking out cereal for dinner, he makes a grisly discovery, “It’s a ring mom, here in this box of cereal.”

“Ring!” Mrs. Sharma screams seeing the small round thing of gold, “how’s it here?”

And it was a matter of surprise for everyone in the home. They were all asking each other for how could it be that a ring was there in the box. Still, the show has to go on! And the ceremony was allowed to finish off in a smooth fashion.

But there those who had seen the ‘horror’ ring couldn’t take it out of their minds and joined together to brainstorm on suspense of the matter. But nobody could suggest anything perfect that would have enabled a clear solution. They also didn’t want to let the matter out of their own home expecting unlikely behaviors of their neighbors. “They would never look towards your home even”, said Mrs. Sharma.

Somehow the matter reached to the ears of Mr. Sharma’s dad, an old man of somewhere around sixty who had come to them a week before.

And the old Mr. Sharma grinned, “Oh! You found a ring in cereals. Did you go to the police or the grocer?”

“Nops dad”, murmured Mr. Ramakant Sharma.

“Let’s go to them”

Discussions were still on and the lanky old fellow was just listening to them with a smile on his face.  Ghost, dead man, thief and what not! They had guessed them all. Sometimes they even reached out to it being a thing of black magic. And then there were guesses of neighbors who could have tried such a destructive activity for them all.

Mr. Das, Mr. Santoshi Babu, Mr. and Mrs. Ravikant were all into the net of suspicion. And then Mr. Ramakant Sharma made a declaration, “They don’t want me to live here, I won’t let them. I’ll kill them all. They come to my home on a party and try to destroy my family. Whosoever has done that I won’t leave him”

“Then you should kill me first”, his dad speaks out now, “Magic, ghost and what not. You educated men could think all but left the actual. It was just my ring that had fallen into the box when I tried to take out some”.

“But dad why were you taking out cereal?”

“You all were busy and I couldn’t say to anyone that I needed something to eat then. I was trying to find biscuits or similar stuff to eat. Unable to find them but the box of cereals, I just went for it. And then it happened. The ring was loose and got mixed among cereals making me unable to find. I had thought that I will say to you or your wife but firstly I forgot and secondly never did I find you both free”.

“And unknowingly it twisted in this manner that you were about to kill your neighbors. It mustn’t be! Without knowing the actual facts you must not make any comment on anybody”

Yet another kick by a failing blogger!

So, here is my new startup after failing in all my previous attempts to become a successful blogger. I don’t know exactly why they failed. Or perhaps I do know it! Whatever be the reasons, they don’t matter to you till the time I keep.And I am sure that they don’t matter to you either. Failures don’t have the right to give reasons. The good news is that they are of no use to me either except that they raise my frustation level at times while teaching me something new. But it would be a brilliant job by me if I remain away from that ‘something’ part and get the success I still crave for.

And I will be striving for it as I know that the sunshine on the other side of this tedious effort is really great. Success can’t be so easily reached. If it would have been, everybody in this world were to be the owner of a successful life. But it isn’t so! I also know that without giving my max today, looking back I will be regretting about this day that if I would have given a bit more……. Hope is what keeps us alive! The day we stop to hope good, we would like to end our lives. But it doesn’t work this way and we like to live hoping that this should happen, and an another this and then again a hope for another this. Thus the list goes endless and we continue living longer and longer. And yes, I mean living  not surviving!

Let me hope that this effort won’t have any of those combinations that piled up for failure in all my previous attempts. Additionally, there will also be the need of a great support from all the blog readers whose comments profuse the blogger with a newer zeal, that is more forceful than the previous one, to start another work.