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.

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) 



this small piece of writing is about a silly hope. Holidays just started and as usual, I have nothing to do. I don’t even care to scum up a pic about this. Its not even a proper article. Yes, like I was saying, hols started and I turned for wordpress to keep me from falling into the big pool of boredom. I went through all the Freshly Pressed articles, wishing like hell I could place my article here. But I couldn’t. I think my article isn’t good enough. I was solving this idiotic Rubik’s Cube ( Completed two faces and moving on to the third one right now ) sitting in front of “blogs I follow” ( articles which I have read at least a thousand times ) knowing nothing I could do except solve this puzzle.My eyes went to the screen in a reflux which scared me. There was a hint of orange in the WordPress’s totally blue theme. My heartbeat started increasing when I thought they had selected me for Freshly Pressed. My palms started sweating when I went to click on the small comment box on the right-hand corner of the screen . I really HOPED they had selected me for Freshly Pressed( although the last article I had written was the Dwaraka: A Case Study ) . The mouse pointer moved in slow motion to the sunlight orange comment box . I slowly clicked it ………. Rubik’s cube totally forgotten ………


and alas, it was just someone following me, ( well, its not really JUST after all, I value my readers a lot, but still ) . I was not heartbroken or anything , it is just……… well, I couldn’t say, I WAS A LITTLE DISAPPOINTED. But I could totally make it into the Freshly Pressed if I tried hard enough, and I definetly WILL try hard enough. Back to the Rubik’s Cube ( I screwed up everything, gotta start from scratch).