• Life-Lenz

    A wedding to attend

    Some twenty years ago I lived in a small town called ‘Mandi’. It is a quiet and lesser knows towns in the picturesque state of Himachal Pradesh. The city is near to the very famous Kullu – Manali stations and IIT has opened in the district. Other than the above two, there is simply nothing out of the ordinary. I was here a great while back. The memories I have of this place are all of daily life – visit to the temple, visit to the market, celebrating festivals in the colony, pretending to be detectives in school, eating, celebrating local festivities, and the other memories that my parents have…

  • Story-Haven

    A Pointed Revenge

    The National Capital City of Delhi was in a state of shock. There were six murders in different parts of the city, each seemingly with no connection to the other. Somehow the media had caught wind of the happenings, making matters worse. Dr. Nalini Mehta was found hanging in the living room of her lavish home in Paschim Vihar. She had started her career as an intern doctor at a Government Hospital. Her brilliance and connection with the right people saw her become Chief Medical Supervisor at PMO, post her retirement as the Director General of the Ministry of Health. ‘Divorced. Lived all by herself. Children working in America.’ Informed…

  • Story-Haven

    Urmila’s Enchantment

    My father wanted a son, someone who could be the King of Mithila when the time comes. Yet when I was born, he couldnt be more proud. Sage Narada had visited our kingdom shortly before my birth. He predicted that my sister Sita and I, would be instrumental to the inevitable dharm yudh to come. Our lives will be filled with challenges and our choices would impact the course of future. Scared that both her children would have to suffer and face difficulties, our mother pleaded with the Sage to bless her children with some comfort. Though he couldn’t change destiny, he was moved by our mothers love. He said…

  • Life-Lenz

    Finding God

    No, this is not an article about God. No, this is not a spoof on God. And yes, the title was meant to be read like ‘Finding Nemo’ or ‘Finding Dory’. Recently through a new game that I have adopted, I involved myself into quite a survey on the NH8 highway connecting Delhi and Gurgaon. The game involved finding any reference to Lord Krishna (image or text) during the one hour journey that i took everyday on the same route from my home to office. Well, I started onto this game with just fun and some faith. I only thought that in a country like ours where God is more…

  • Sestina-Gallore

    Rain

    Sound as grand as it might a rain is not always a delight slippery and clogged is how it leaves the roads jams and chokes everywhere, the city is not a pretty sight It doesnt allow the mango to ripe It makes men do extra sweep and wipe It floods the drainage systems and fills the mines It causes disruption of signals It disconnects twitter and skype Worms infect the Lychees in rain Crunch of the Crunches goes stale in vain Need an Umbrella overhead, all the day Rain makes the day mundane If you think I hate it, read twice All the above, is what elders advice Rain clears…

  • Fan-Fiction

    CID :: Special Episode :: The case of the Widow’s Husband

    Its 4 am in the morning and Abhijeet is still working on his laptop. He hadnt slept the whole night but was checking Police Reports about a case. However he couldnt find any worth studying results. Only it was mentioned that the culprit died in a road accident and hence the case was closed without any further investigations or details. It was a 5 month old incident where jewellery worth crores was stolen from an International exhibition and immediately was sold separately in various parts of the world. The money so obtained was converted into diamonds within a matter of hours, after that. This was the biggest robbery ever committed…

  • Fan-Fiction

    CID Fanfic :: Episode 2 :: Case of the Jinxed Necklace

    Daya is in his home.. humming and then the bell rings… he goes and opens the door and there is a boy. Daya – “ji?” Boy – “aap CID inspector Daya hain?” Daya – “haan par tum kaun ho?” Boy – “main Vishal hoon. Richa Aggarwal ka neighbour. Richa ne kaha ki ye main aapko deta jaun.” Daya – “Richa Aggarwal?” Vishal – “Richa ne bataya ki wohh apke saath college mein thi…” Daya – “ohh haan Richa.. kahan hai wohh abhi?” Vishal – “pata nahi sir. 1 hafte pehle ek din achanak hi ek bag mein kapde daale aur chali gayi. Ghar mein sab samaan waisa hi pada hai.…

  • Fan-Fiction

    CID Fanfic :: Episode 1 :: The case of the poisonous needle

    Scene 1 We are in a water park where all water swings are there and stuff… people have come here for picnic and they are enjoying rides and everything. There is a long queue for a particular swing… The Splash.. where people in group of 2 or 3 slide down a big slide into pool… Simran (the first in queue) – “Raj dekho na.. kab khulega?” Raj – “gaya hai na wohh kholne” Tanvi – “main bhi thak gayi hoon. 15 minute se khade hain. Baki saare jhoole khul gaye.” Ishaan – “Tum mein bilkul sabra nahi hai.. Dekho aa gaya wohh.” Simran – “Main pehle… main pehle..” The guard…

  • Story-Haven

    I Miss You

    “Namarata… ” I heard him call… All I could see was a hand coming towards me from the darkness… It was his hand.. I could tell anyday… even if he hadnt worn our engagement ring… The fingers curled in to call me… It was all dark around me and I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness… If it was any other time when Aditya would have called me… I would have stretched my hand towards him… to hold his… but this one was different… I pulled my hand away and said “I am reaching for you!” and his fingers curled and shook in a way to say…

  • Fan-Fiction

    A mini situation :: CID Fanfic

    Dhiren could not understand why any woman would have hundreds of her own photographs scattered throughout her home, furniture toppled chaotically, and spots of multicolored paint staining everything in sight. However, he didn’t have time to bother with such issues. His focus was on one thing: the cash and jewels he would be stealing from this home. “Her name is Sheetal Ambuja. She’s a vice-president for Sheetal Industries, lives alone, and keeps a good one hundred to two hundred thousand in cash and jewels in the house at any one time,” Tejas had told him when they’d met at the Malibu Bar and Grill. “What about her schedule?” Dhiren had…