Apps World

Facebook pings in blue,

Whatsapp flashes in green;

Dad shout for a clue.

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The Watchman

“No way, Rahul! It is not so easy for the late comers, get into the class, you know. C’mon… Run as fast as you can. If we’ll not reach there by school time, I’m damn sure that he’ll penalize us”, my friend screamed out at me.

Hahaha! Why are you so serious, Man? He might punish us as always. But what’s so wrong with it? We’re the late comers in our school itself, uh?”, I said.

Ummmm…! Yes, but still….”, he doubted.

It almost took around half an hour more for us to get to the schoolhouse gate. But it had already been closed; unlike the other days. While I was seeing through the city’s best school’s gate, a portly man in his 40’s outlook, and who has a thick mustache and hangs a militant rifle in one of his side turn off through my vision of being a latecomer. His rough look itself had proved that he is our school’s new watchman.

“Hey kids! You’re not presupposed to be late like this. Where were you? Why you’re so late?”, his anger struck up on us.

“We…. We…. missed our school bus and hence….”, my friend exclaimed.

“Okay… Don’t repeat this anymore, ok? I shall let you in now only for today. Both of you got me well, right?”, he called for us.

“Yes, Sir. Shall we?”, he replied him back with an utmost hope to escape from his rough approach.

“No, Sir! I didn’t get you. Can you briefly explain to me what you just said now?”, I interrupted my friend’s choice to grow in.

Perchance, my close mate’s innocence convinced his poor judgment; he allowed only him to amaze in.

“What do you want to know from me, Kid?”, he asked.

“I already said it. Excuse me, please. Can you allow me to go in? Or else, I shall ring my daddy today. He is least bothered regarding his son, being a late comer in his school. Then why you should?”, I asked him in a depressed quality.

“Hmm…! So here we’re… Look at your friend. He is a coward, I know. Even you too! But you’ve the backbone to produce your voice at least. I liked your attitude anyway”, he told me.

Hahahah! Your good name, please?”

“Ravinder Singh”

“Okay, Singh. That means there is no need of calling my dad this time, who has been teaching here, so that he can properly concentrate on his pending worksheets and lectures.  Glad that he can correct my lately written Mathematics exam’s answer sheet too. Thank you so much for your simple cum humble approach towards me. Have a good day. See you in the evening”, I engraved upon him and he opened the gate.

As I counted backwards, after getting hold of certain steps from him, he was still standing in front of the gate in his sober mode.

PS: I have penned this post for the #ConditionSeriousHai contest conducted by the Cadbury 5 Star in connection with Indiblogger.

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Blogaholic

Start-up of a new blog,

An ugly piece of drug

Taken by a writer!

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Home Alone

A ghost in the window!

Brave men ran outside;

Dog barks from inside.

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She…. My Angel!

I don’t know why… I really don’t know why and how she has trespassed into my heart, that day. Why…? Oh my gosh! Look at her, DUDE!! She is not only sexy, but… But.. ehhh.. Charming and….. And…. Goddamn angelic outlook she has…. I know… I know I’m…. My mood swings…. Um… When she enters our S3 105 classroom. I always feel like she is the one who has been created for….I can’t lay my eyes off her… She is indeed my angel… Huff… How would I tell her, Man! Hmm… Maybe I should ask her doubts, after all she is my Mathematics teacher! 
PS: This is a 100 word story which I’ve written together with Jensy George- my blogging buddy girl from Mangalore, India. If you haven’t ever been to her wonderful blog consists of poetries and short stories, check it out here.

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Flirt Me

Beeps by a nectar:

Ping me when you’re free!

Bees weren’t in the mood.

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