Paper cut blues...[AR Sundry items]

Updates:

Page 1: Moments (Type: Poetry, Genre: Angst)
Page 1: Frustration (Type: Experimental, Genre: Drama/Angst)
Page 2: Face behind the mask (Type: Story, Genre: Humor/Romance)


Author's Notes:
Note 1: Why this thread?: I generally end up having many drafts lying around here and there, sometime useful and sometimes, well most of the times actually, totally and completely useless. For example:
"The moon looks beautiful", he ponders.
"It looks like a swollen mass of rock which is badly bruised", she retorted.
Seriously, who will ever talk like this? But this is something I still want to save. So this thread is going to have the most cynic to the most romantic tiny conversations that I would pen down. Its possible that I might reuse them in any of my "proper"/"normal" stories one day.
Note 2: If anyone needs PM for this thread, please let me know. I will convince you that its a bad idea. Really, this is simply my insomnia making me do these silly things. Either that or I have over dosed on "Fringe" and "Family Guy".
Note 3: There is absolutely no pattern to writing these things. I have started to believe in "Ordo ab chao"
Note 4: The number of threads that I have started on this forum has either reached double digits or nearing it which is somewhat equivalent to spamming. :-) Before the forum bans me from creating any new threads, I thought of this contingency plan. Cool, no?
Note 5: If you are still with me, till here, reading these super lame author's notes which are unnecessarily lengthy, then you have an unbelievable amount of patience. Or you are jobless. Or insomniac. Oh well, I am glad all the same.

Poetry to start with. This was a nice episode. The storyline was totally ruined for me when people went back to their lives as if the whole ordeal that they went through was enacted for a badly scripted drama. Haven't people heard about after shock or angst? Or closure for that matter?

Moments...

Your eyes show scare, your face is flushed,
My eyes widen, my throat dries and my heart is stilled.
They rip me away from the prospect of the danger,
"I am nothing with out her" I retort in anger.

I flee from their grasp and find my legs carrying me to you,
I lock our hands and I am bound forever with you.
I feel our connection stronger by the seam,
But suddenly eternity feels like a distant dream.

Breath comes in gasps and sobs heave your chest,
It must be God's will to put us through this test.
I hug you close when a tear escapes my eye,
And we watch helplessly as seconds trickle by.

We ignore the ticker and hold each other close,
And I really wonder if we can ever live in recluse.
As the red numbers count down to the beginning,
And you cry even more for our untimely ending.

A snap, a cut and a sudden silence later,
We can now hear the noise of joyful laughter.
The numbers are frozen and the ticker is quiet,
You and I are not out of shock albeit.

We laugh, we hug and we cry even more,
The sadness is not yet lost from before.
I rejoice in the victory of my love,
I send a silent thanks to Gods up above.

-o00o--

Can someone guess this episode? This is one of my all time favorite episodes and a very synchronous and an amazing performance by protagonists.
I watched these episodes again and could not help but write this.

Sookie

hmm...my guess would be the bomb explosive episode between AR!

nice poem! :)

ok call it insomnia or whateva, i need a pm for nything u write sookie...

hey nice idea.....do pm me....

Author's Notes: I cannot help but rant. I received an official email last night which goes something like this -

Hai,
i wld go n prepre d chk lst 4 d stuf v tlkd abt. let me knw wat u thnk abt it. if u need ny mre info pls buz me.
Rgds,
xyz

My reply:
wtf

It really annoyed me to no end when I read lines like these. In public forum, I guess its fine (as in its fine for people to write, I still find it very hard to read!) but official emails? Come on.

Here is something that I wrote a long time ago because of sheer frustration I felt while reading SMS language based stuff on the net.
Enjoy!

Each word (Atonement, Bleed, Choices) has only one sentence associated with it. This sentence will tell a story or an anecdote or an idea or a point of view (of Armaan or Riddhima). Enjoy!

I would like to know what you, dear reader, think about this. Also, I would greatly appreciate if you could give me some words that I can perhaps use?

PSX defines this style as – The sentence associated with each word effectively conveys a single dominating emotion that provides an 'emotional hook' for that word.

Atonement: As thoughts of his latest misapprehension transited torturously through contours of his head which was now lying on her lap, he breathed in the fresh smell of detergent, her perfume and disinfectant on her suit top, her nimble fingers gently combing through his hair making his guilt of surmising her actions to rise up as a solitary tear which she stopped even before it left the solace of eyes making him wonder when did God start pairing up a blessed soul like hers with a sinned one like his but whatever might be the reason was, he was sure that she was his only redemption.

Bleed: There are times when my breath seems to catch in my throat when you drive your motorcycle taunting the wind, burning rubber and then suddenly, your head ooze out red when it makes an abrupt contact with the tar road and then I see blood trickling down the hallway when they wheel your now unconscious body into surgery to get that damned bleeding to stop which has imbued my hands so thoroughly that for a fleeting moment I feel the same energy and the spark that you seem to radiate in my own blood stream and as the doors of the operation theater closes I huddle on the floor, and my heart realizes that when you bleed, my soul bleeds too.

Choices: They say that there is a choice in every step of life, in every wake of life but when I saw you, I knew that God had robbed me of the choice of not loving you at all as you were the reflection of a perfection that my mind had been idolizing for years and I wish I had an iota of disfavor towards the choice that had been already made for me by my fate, but I could not bring myself to dissect this choice and analyze every schism of this cause under a magnifying glass only to find out that by doing so, I would have somehow managed to understand the totality of my given choice itself, but in that case, I would not be lucky enough to enjoy the roll of your eyes and your small smile because of my obvious obliviousness and at that moment, I am glad that I have not been given a choice but she was given one and she chose me.

Dream: A glance; a whisper; a smile; and a touch of her tantalizing lips on my chin and I am truly lost in a sensation that twirls all around me, churning my stomach in an unprecedented nervousness which in itself is a foreign feeling for me, firing my nerve endings on its wake as your sweet kiss on my cheek makes my eyes close on their own accord, my breath caught in my throat as if breathing would break this synergy of this bond we share and in that one moment when your perfume overwhelmed my olfactory modality, I wondered if this was all a sort of a trick played by my smitten mind, but as I felt the pressure of your lips on my dimples, my heart convalesced in joy when it realized that it indeed was reality and I was never so glad for being a part of reality rather than drowning in the possibilities of endless dreamscape.

Exoergic: When that couple was together, they were the kind of people that made you turn around and watch them interact with a kind of chemistry that most couples wished that they had it in them because that was the kind of charm that those two had and then there were times when she would simply lean up to him and steal a kiss from his cheek and it was something that one should watch it first hand as it would appear as if everything around them had stilled when she would gently grab the front of his shirt, tip-toeing to kiss his now dimpled cheek and he would look as if he was in the middle of a dream that he has woven for many years and she would look simply mischievous, which, in reality is a rarity in itself but knowing them, one would realize that they had forgone their facades and sometimes show their vulnerable or mischievous sides and this occasional role reversal is what makes them, them.

Fuchsia: I ignored the itching sensation at the tip of my nose caused by his short stubble when I pressed my lips on his dimples trying to mark it as mine, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes slowly closed shut, his eye lashes fluttering like a feather in a hurricane, his breath met mine for only a moment when he became entirely still and my heart still beat erratically after taking an impulsive decision of kissing his cheek and hoping that I could still see him in eye and not turn a hundred shades of pink but I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind I was forgetting something but when I sensed his smile all thoughts flew out of my mind and I closed my eyes simply to enjoy the moment and as I gently moved away from him a chuckle escaped my throat when I suddenly remembered why I felt as if I was forgetting something and before he could question my action, I simply swallowed a fresh burst of giggles and left the faint mark of purple-red on his dimple, alone ignoring a cynical voice in mind stating repeatedly that I had indeed marked him as mine.

Sookie (Yeah, I am planning to finish for the rest of the alphabets too)

hey sookie!!!!!!!!!!

sookie jus wanna knoe wht goes in tht head of urs..ur concept is so diff n gives rise to a very sombre ambience...may i knoe wht is ur profession,if u dnt mind..?

hey nice chapter...keep it up..thankc 4 the pm...

Author's Notes: OK, here is a short one shot. Enjoy!

Shriya: I am a programmer.

Face behind the mask

He was adamant in making her speechless. She could be a real smart ass when she wanted to be and she had decided that it was the best way to deflect any romanticism from him. She normally liked his gentle teasing and subtle praising until she realized the sheer enjoyment she got when she got him annoyed. It was almost addictive. Almost, being the key word.

On that particular day, he was in a romantic mood and she thought it was because of the pleasant season and the fact that they were in a park all by themselves; walking, talking and eating ice-cream were the only items on their agenda. She liked his charming side just fine but deep down she found it a bit boring after an hour or so. She decided to make the evening more interesting.

"'they are looking lovely this evening", he uttered fondly looking at her. She kicked herself for zoning out on him. She widened her eyes and dumbly asked,

"What?"

"Your eyes, of course", he answered. She couldn't believe her luck! She had found the perfect opening to annoy him.

"Yeah, I really hope so. I spent more than twenty minutes on it", she grumbled. Now she waited for him to take the bait.

"What do you mean by that", he asked bewildered. Of course, he took her bait.

"Armaan, I have had a hectic week and that resulted in really awful dark circles. I have applied at least three coats of natural skin color concealer to cover them up", she replied.

"But they look so fresh", he exclaimed.

"That's kind of point. I redefined my eyebrows to make it look naturally dark and angled but in reality it's not all that great." She paused for a moment.

"I have used a white eyeliner on the waterline - where we generally apply kajal so that makes my eyes look very fresh even though I have not slept in last thirty-six hours. Combination of four Iridescent eye shadows only add to the effect and give an overall lovely look", she replied by making air-quotes when she said "lovely". He gaped at her for a moment.

"But you look so fresh and it's not only your eyes, but your cheeks and entire face", he exclaimed. He had his fair share of girlfriends who used tones of makeup and he always knew that they were using it. But in case of Riddhima, she always seemed to look very natural and very fresh and that had confused him a bit.

"Armaan, Armaan, Armaan", she said shaking her head. She sounded as a villain from a cheap seventies movie where the villain wore a yellow shirt and red trousers with super large dark glasses in middle of the night and a icky looking big mole on his right cheek.

"What?"

"First a foundation and then some concealer to cover-up some tiny skin imperfection and then finishing powder to set it up. After that I have applied a lighter colored concealer on bridge of my nose, forehead and cheeks to give a radiant look. To get the pinkish blushed look, I finished it off by using a pink blush and blended it with rest of my makeup." Armaan was gaping at her open mouthed and laughter was building within her.

"How is that for making speechless?" she thought. His eyes went to her lips and she had an answer ready for that too.

"The whole ordeal was finished after I applied some lipstick and a shiny lip gloss to finish my look", she answered his unasked question. He was quiet for a few moments and she wondered if she had killed the mood permanently between them. Armaan was trying to make her speechless with his charm and here she was making him speechless by telling him that her true face hid behind a beautiful mask.

"I find your hands very beautiful", he told her not looking at her. She frowned. Perhaps that was one thing that she couldn't conceal behind expensive cosmetics though she took really good care of them. Her nails were very short and chipped and her hands looked very plain. It was now her turn to stare at him.

"Why?" She was honestly surprised. He smiled at her and took her hands in his.

"Because they give me hope", he answered.

"Huh?" She was now losing her coherence which was not good at all.

"These hands save lives Riddhima and nothing seems as beautiful as seeing my life, my hope, my dreams dancing in your perfectly imperfect hands."

"Oh!" He laced his fingers through hers and walked out of the park.

Of course she didn't tell him that with him around there was never really a need to use fake blush, but she didn't want to inflate his ego anymore so she shook her head and allowed to be lead by him.

Reserved