taking stock | 06


inspiring:pretty penny’s writing

Keira Lennox

Making : mini cheesecakes for a Memorial Day BBQ with friends tomorrow.
Cooking : umm, not much; lots of takeout happening at Chez Lennox this month.
Drinking : fresh-squeezed strawberry lemonade from the farmers market yesterday.
Reading: The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd and Gilead by Marilynn Robinson.
Wanting: a pair of tall leather gladiator sandals for summer.
Looking: forward to lots of summer dinners on the new grill C brought home this afternoon. Our old one has been broken for, like, ever.
Playing: Sam Smith’s new album, In the Lonely Hour.
Wasting: money on expensive chocolate bars from the specialty cheese shop downtown.
Wishing: every weekend was a three-day weekend.
Enjoying:  a few days of being completely disconnected from our business. It feels really good to unplug.
Waiting: for C to fall asleep so I can stay…

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damn good post

Epiphany in the Cacophony


She always knew she was dark skinned. She had known it for as long as she could remember.

She was barely two. Ramu uncle was visiting their home. Oh my, look at you! How you’ve grown! He beamed, looking at her sister, Last time I saw you, you were as tiny as an ant. They both laughed.
And this is the new one? he said, bending down animatedly, as if to get a closer look. How is she so dark, cheta? He asked, grinning as he turned to look at his brother, hope you’ve started saving for her dowry.
Everyone at the table laughed. She was too young to understand the joke. But old enough to realise she had been made fun of.

As she got older, she grew more conscious of her complexion. Her cheeks burning with embarrassment when the fairer girls would complain about their tans after…

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2 States


2014 - 1I’ve never had an experience of writing a short story before and this is my first time .Well, lets directly start, I don’t wanna waste your time giving silly introduction.Here goes……nothing…!

To make the most of my slowly-slipping-through-my-hands-like-water summer hols , me and my family went to a trip to Kerala. Our main intention was to laze around the resort ,do nothing but eat and sleep all day. At least my intention was the same. Alas, the others had different ideas. They wanted to visit the boring tourist destinations nearby: The thiruvalluvar statue,the golden sun beach, yadda, yadda , yadda. I accompanied them of course, I don’t want to be left around in the room all by myself. All tough in the final day of our trip, I made my eyes all puppy-like and pleaded to stay in the resort itself. They agreed,looking miserable.They wanted a second glimpse of the golden sun beach. I didn’t care.It was not worth all the hassle.

After a sinful breakfast of over-burned dosas and idlis, we went over to a place named ‘fun zone’ within the resort , next to the swimming pool. I begged my mom for ages to go there ( well, not exactly ages, its only since 4 days we got there , but you know what I mean) and she finally came with me. I had this thing on mind to visit this place at least ONCE to see what it got in store for us . I must have known by the name , by naming it fun zone, I taught they had something really FUN , but it was nothing to write home about. It was a well-lit place , buzzing with activities. They had a golf table organized, a car-rom board, a table tennis table and a full shelf filled with BOOKS. At least they had got books ! I went over to the shelf , grabbed a copy of Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief an began reading. My mom glared at me in a look which said , is this why you bought me here ? and started reading an Indian novel. My mom and me were avid readers and never missed an opportunity for a good read.

I was halfway in reading when I felt a hand on my shoulder . I jumped. I was engrossed so much in reading that I hadn’t heard someone calling me. I turned, looking cross, to see who was calling me. A girl of about my age , wearing neon pink shorts and a yellow captioned top was smiling at me. I tried to be polite and asked’yes?’.

“will you come play t-t with me?” she asked with the same warm smile.I looked at my mom hesitantly and she urged me to go. I turned back to her saying ‘sure!’ and got up from my chair and headed towards the table tennis table.

I was a very good t-t player and I doubted she would play well( I am not boasting or anything).”okay, now ” she said and serviced the ball to me . It was a VERY GOOD serve , and I missed. I smiled and gave my ever-best serve and it as a relief to see her miss. “so,my name is Pooja,what’s yours?” I introduced myself.I started to like this girl very much.”mine is Vrithi” she said. What an unusual name? I had trouble saying it.

I guessed she was from north India immediatly . I smiled . Gujarat maybe ? because I liked their food very much.”I am from chennai” I said and that made me miss a shot. Oh my gosh, she is a very good player. “good one” I said and gave her a very nasty service. She picked it up!” I am from surat ” she said . Yes ! Surat is in Gujarat!. We started talking about a various topics. I felt like talking to a long lost friend. I have never gotten along with anyone this quickly and felt weird.

We talked about politics,cooking,dancing,my blog,novel, and a lot of other stuff for nearly 2 hours over easily missing shots.The topic gradually moved on 2 STATES,a hindi movie feauturing a hero from North India and the heroine from Tamil Nadu and their hurdles in life. I sort of liked all songs in that movie.

This was our version of 2 states, only a little different and much more lovable. She said she needed to leave and I persuaded her to stay a little more longer . Two hours passed us by like mere two minutes and it was time to leave before I even knew it. We would probably never meet again in life and I felt more than miserable about it. “you play well” she said, grabbing my Percy Jackson.”you too” I said sheepishly , avoiding her eye. “bye,pooja. lets catch up sometime” she said.I waved back.I wish that could happen,seeing her again,that is.

.She had overtaken my 2-year close pal in a matter of 2 hours. I s’pose this is the best part of our trip. I was glad I went to the fun zone,It was definetly worth it.

You don’t need to be close to each other to be best friends, you can always remain friends in each other’s heart.We remain friends forever, unbounded by time.



great post

this is an ergonomic nightmare

It’s been ages since I’ve written, and now that exams are over, I shall once again have more time to write! And be lazy and lie in bed all day. Either/or. A more important reason? cause? for my sudden urge to blog is what probably has been one of the most heart-warming experiences I’ve had in a long time, possibly ever. 

After a satisfyingly unproductive day, I’d headed over to my friend’s place for Games Night. Which is exactly what it sounds like – sitting around playing board games on Wednesday nights. Barely awake, I ended up leaving post-11, looking forward to what would be the first night for a very long time which would entail sleeping until mid-afternoon the next day. 

After a walk to the bus station, which seemed further away than I’d imagined, and a failed attempt to complete some much-needed shopping at Tesco, I caught the…

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The Great Indian Poli-trick.


love this post

Epiphany in the Cacophony


It was an unhappy union from the start. They disagreed on everything. The budget, the expenditure, the policies, the goals. And yet, they stayed together for years, fighting to be the louder voice, the stronger presence, the one that commanded more respect.
Year after year, the walls of the parliament became more of a house than a home. They hurled abuses, slammed doors, threw chairs. Dysfunctional. They knew it too. But they stayed together. For the child, they said. They called her India.

India grew up watching her parents fight. The only child in a joint family, many members fought to have a say in how she should be brought up. Every five years, she would be forced to choose between them.
Everyone recognised the symptoms of election time. Flags and banners carrying the lotus and the palm would adorn every street in India. The sounds of passionate campaigning on…

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My writing


I know my writing is good,but I need to make it better. Not only blogs and articles matter, my novel does too. I’ve named that little baby The Zoras. Yes, its an fiction-alien based one. The protagonists are Julie,Steve,Mark,Susie,Joe and Jane. They work under Julie’s father who is a Scientist and a space researcher riddled in into one. He finds out that his latest research, The Zoras are evil and wanted to destroy the world. However , they have a big secret through which they can succeed. Julie’s father finds out the big Secret and wanted to pass it on to his team,that is the 6 kids but gets killed before doing so. Julie’s heartbroken and enraged and wanted to seek revenge. Mysterious killings happen around her and suprisingly, she is there to witness it all. Can she connect the dots and the killings and unfold the secret ? Find out in the novel the Zoras.


                                                                           There . I have just advertised it even before I completed it. The plot may seem silly at first because I hadn’t explained the whole thing. As I said in the previous post , I am planning to put it on WordPress after I complete it. But for that I NEED to complete it. I know. Will you give me suggestions on whether or not to put it on Word-press after I finish ? Waiting and wanting to hear from you ,

Poojitha ( comments in the comment box)