I had a habit of putting down my thoughts and the day's event in a diary. I still prefer doing that. Holding a pen between my fingers and putting things down on a paper in my own hand is something that I still cherish than staring at the screen of my PC and find words appearing, auto correcting itself... as my fingers keep plying over the key board in frantic motions. The paperless world has made life easier (so, everyone says...). Has it really? I wouldn't be writing this if it were so...
My new Short Story
I've been trying to write a story based on a small event in my life. Can't say it's any event. Rather a little observation that I made when I was travelling in a bus. It happened back in the early 2007 and since then I've been trying to weave a story around it. I found an old man sitting near me in the bus doing something very odd (it appeared "odd" to me then!). Since then I've been thinking how I can make a story out of it. And after 3 years I knew what to write.
Many of you might be aware of my interest in dogs. While surfing the internet the day before, I happened to stumble up on an article talking about the Giant Dog Breeds. I got interested and searched the net for more information. The results were fascinating. Until now, I was under the impression that the St. Bernard was the biggest dog breed. But I was wrong. The St. indeed is a massive breed but there are tough competitors for the laid back one. No wonder he always has that 'sad' look on his face!
Just for information - The world's heaviest and largest dog in known history is claimed to be a Saint Bernard named Benedictine, which measured 9 ft in length and weighed 162 kg (357 lbs), although an 1895 New York Times report mentions a St. Bernard named Major F. who was longer. Benedictine surpassed Zorba, the largest English mastiff on record, in both length and weight. Zorba measured 8 feet, 3 inches long and weighed 343 lb. - Courtesy: Wikipedia
Once I had two cute kittens -- two very playful and cute kittens.One day, when I returned from office, I saw the two of them run over by some vehicle.One was already dead and the other was still breathing but it's guts were out and I was sure I could not save it.I mean, they were two very cute kittens -- about two months old.It was about 11.00 pm and there was none around, and I took the dead one and threw it's body in a nearby gutter.I came back to attend to the second one -- it was breathing hard and I knew it was nearing it's end too.I didn't know what to do. I just sat near it and saw it taking deep breaths -- it's last ones.I couldn't stand it die just like that in front of me but I also knew that I couldn't do anything more to help it.In my town emergency vetrinary service is NILL and even if I take it to the nearby Govt. Vetrinary Hospital, which closes by 6.00 pm, the doors would be just closed, and if I say I've an orphaned kitten to rescue, th…
Never have I felt so down and insulted.Someone who doesn't even know how tags in a web post works is my senior and she has had a distaste for me from the beginning.Honestly, touching my heart, I can say that I've done nothing or spoken nothing to offend her till date.My only mistake - Unlike others, I behave a little aloof and I don't mingle much. I do take French leaves at office but whenever I'm there, I behave most professionally.I used to be very friendly with my seniors in my past job but I had to pay the price for it, even with my job.Now, I just go to office, do what's assigned to me, extend my time there if there's a need and then retreat to myself after office.Where am I going wrong?Why am I getting stuck with the wrong kind of people always?Something in me tells me that I need a drastic change but I can't figure out what about me that needs to be changed.But I know this one thing for sure that if that change is made, I'd be much happier, healt…