Monday, October 5, 2009

The web

She was sitting alone beside the window. another cigarette burning on her lip.. she impatiently snuffed it out and threw it out of the window.

A full moon was shining in the sky, its light was softly spreading on her face too, but she was least bothered about the beauty of the moon.

she impatiently got up and almost knocked down the small table on which her things were kept. she muttered some thing under her breath and went to the toilet to splash some water on her face.

Age was quickly catching up with her. For last few years she was feeling really, really lonely. Most of her time was spent on internet chatting, messaging friends all over the world. She has inherited immense wealth from her family.

Her sisters were all married and settled in and out of kolkata. She preferred her liberty so she stayed single but enjoyed life to the core.

She has long crossed her fifties, some stray white hair always popped up no matter how many times she visited the beauty parlour these days.

She came out of the toilet and sat down on the makeup stool.. after applying a quick makeup she went out of the spacious flat. On the way she grabbed her coat because it might get a little chilly when she will be on her way.

The liftman saluted her, “Good evening memsaab.” She preferred to ignore him. Just like that she ignored the guard who saluted her briskly while she walked to the parking lot to get her car.

Her driver has gone home last week, taking only one day’s leave and was yet to show up…

6.10.2009

She was a very tall woman, almost six, robustly built. A little fleshy but not plump. Her complexion was dark but her large eyes were gorgeous once.. a lot of young boys of her college days day dreamed about those hazel eyes.. so many times she has found notes or heard poems from them gushing after those hazel eyes.. now they were a little puffy and bloodshot because of her life style. She did not wore a spec, preferred a contact lense.

She turned on the AC and started the car. When she reached her club it was still early evening for her crowd.

They were coming in one by one, she sat down under an umbrella on the lawn, she only went inside during the monsoon or extreme cold.. which was a surprise at Kolkata because Rosemary has spent most of her life in hill station.. in her school.

The waiter reached her and stood beside her silently, waiting for her order. She ordered him her drinks and some thing to go with it and started to play with her cellphone. Waiting for her clubmates to show up.

She glanced at the driveway when another car pulled in, her face lit up instantly. She beckoned one of the waiters, “Tell Mr. Ghosh that Mary madam is in the lawn.” The waiter bowed and left.

8.10.2009

The weather was quite pleasant. She could see some of the couples dancing on the dance floor and others watching them peacefully from their seats.

Soon she saw Mr. Ghosh striding across the lawn towards her, he was an extremely handsome guy. Tall, well built and sophisticated in his appearance and behaviour. He was in his early forties. A pilot in a reputed airways.

He smiled at her when their eyes met, “The waiter told me that you were looking for me dear lady!”, he sat down with her permission.

She softly smiled, the smile illuminated her face and reached her eyes.

“So you are back to Kolkata, how was your trip?”, she asked, still smiling.

“As usual!!!!”, he replied with a smile. “You want another drink?”, he added after noting the waiter waiting patiently for his order.

She nodded in disagreement and he dismissed the waiter with his orders.

“So how did the charming lady spent her christmas vacation? Partying all night?”, he asked with a smile.

She smiled and shrugged in response.

“Rose, I want to ask you about some thing..something very special…”, he said with a little hesitation.

“Very personal actually..”, he added.

“Why don’t you come to my flat tomorrow? We will have dinner together and we can talk there..”, she said with a smile.

Before he could answer a sharp shower started to pour from the skies above and they both had to run inside the club.

When they left after an hour, the skies were still pouring down. The program of the dinner was fixed at Rosemary’s flat.

9.10.2009

When dawn peeped through heavy curtains of Mary’s windows she was still sleeping, fully relaxed in her double bed. She preferred a luxurious life. Most of the things of her flat were not Indian, barring a few exceptions like herself..

She woke up a few hours later when the bell rang and her maid answered the door. She stretched, stepped out of bed and opened the bedroom door. The maid brought her bed tea and newspapers to her bed. She wished her good morning in english.

Well Mary preferred people around her to be a little smart and english knowing, because a lot of her guests did not knew bengali or worse, knew but did not talked in it.

When next time Julie entered Mary was sifting through the pages of the newspaper, she was not a serious reader, just kept herself updated with the world around her.

“The breakfast and lunch menu madam…”, Julie politely asked after removing the trays from the bed side table and wiping it.

“Make the regular breakfast and lunch but there will be a special guest for the dinner, I will tell you the menu later.”, Mary said. “Make my appointment in the beauty parlour and tell me the exact time.” She added.

Julie left after opening the windows. Rose got up after a little while and went to the balcony and sat down with the papers on her lap. The balcony overlooked on a vast green space, full of trees and grass covered, well maintained lawns, given the look of a wavy field artificially. Usually Mary ignored these things but today she was feeling really happy.

For the first time she noticed how beautiful the view was from her balcony, green grass covered land, well maintained trees, some filled up with flowers. She could remember the name of some of them.

Small children were playing in the ground happily, there shouts were hardly reaching her ear so she was quite amused by their running around.

When Julie came to make her bed she heard madam singing inside the toilet. She shook her head and went out.

10.10.2009

Mary had a busy day at the beauty parlour. She left Julie with the menu for the evening. Julie could see that spider was weaving her web..

In the ten years which she has spent with her she has known her mistress too well. So she prepared the menu and prepared for her dinner at her room .. usually she used to have her dinner in the drawing room while Rose was away in the club. But she had strict instructions to stay out of sight when the spider was busy entertaining her latest prey.

When Mr. Ghosh aka Moloy’s car pulled in the parking space he looked at the surroundings with admiration. No doubt his lady friend lived in one of the very best apartment houses.

The uniformed guard politely took his details, called up Rose to confirm, and told him the direction. He smiled and left for the lift. The liftman took him to her flat. He has already been directed to do so.

Rose was waiting outside her door. “Good evening.” She said with a beautiful smile.

He handed her the bouquet and chocolates he has brought for her.

He spent a few minutes simply adoring the way she has decorated the spacious flat. Every inch spoke the story of her fabulous taste. He showered her with compliments. She blushed like a teenager.

Julie could hear their melodious laughters from her room, she screwed up her face. Knowing that the prey has landed in the net.

Moloy left late at night.. it was only after reaching his flat he remembered he has left his briefcase at her home.

12.10.2009

Rosemary woke up in the morning, hours before her regular hour. She got up, opened the door of her bedroom and sat down on the swing in balcony.

It was early dawn, she took a deep breath and started to look around.

Dark rain clouds were hovering in the horizon, not a very welcome sign in January because it promised of damp, chilly weather. But it did not moved her. She could see the trees and luscious bushes below. Green and inviting.

Suddenly on an impulse she got up and got out of her bed room, Julie was still sleeping, she went out of the flat and started to stroll in the garden.

Dew drops on green grasses and leaves were a thing she has stopped to notice ever since her return from her boarding school.

She ruefully thought that if she and Moloy were of same age ..last night she has seen the look full of admiration in his eyes. It was true that she has seen it in many eyes before, desire far deeper than his. She has had her time but this time the thing was a little different to her.. she was getting attracted to him.. knowing that he will never want her for long. She was both sad and happy. Happy to win his attraction even for the time being, sad because she knew that it wont last. For the first time in her life she was keen to let it last.

The doorbell woke Julie up, she prepared the bed tea and left for her mistress’s bedroom. She was surprised to see the bed empty, she went to the balcony and to her utter surprise she saw her strolling in the garden below.Touching the flowers and leaves like a dreamy teenager.

She returned to the bedroom, cleaned it up and went to kitchen.

She was still in the kitchen when she heard her entering the flat. She called out to her before sitting down in her living room.

“Julie, I wont take lunch, I will not be at home all day.” She said while Julie was placing her tea on the small table before her.

Morning sun was spreading its warmth through the thin curtains of this room, the room had large windows and was situated in the eastern end of the flat.

A huge lake was sprawled in the distance, bordered by trees and bushes, this portion of the property was not meticulously maintained – deliberately, to give it a complete natural look without letting it go wild. So it was groomed but not too much. The light of the sun was playing on the lake.

“Remove the curtains will you?”, Rose asked. “Place my tea on the table beside the window.”

This room was Mary’s dream room, she has decorated it inch by inch, it had a huge collection of books, a music system, a huge collection of CDs and the equipments of painting.

A room attached to it had her personal theatre, a room where only selected friends were invited. It was a home theatre of the best quality, which she could afford.

She was addicted to music and movies. Once upon a time she used to read a lot and paint but those habits have taken the back seat now..

“I will call you up in the evening and tell you the dinner menu. If someone calls get the number and tell him that I will call him back later.” She added.

Julie left the room softly closing the door behind her.

Rose left within an hour. Julie was dusting up the flat when the door bell rang.

She went to answer it, the guard was standing on the door.

“Julie, this gentleman has left some thing… no one is picking up your phone or Rose madam’s phone, so I thought it will be better if I too come along and see if all is ok.”, the guy said with the widest grin possible. He rarely missed a chance to visit this flat.

Julie looked at his companion, she stared for a few minutes, she has seen her share of good looking men but this guy was some thing else. he had a pure, innocent face, chiselled features and body.

He in turn was staring at her with open admiration, a look she was too familiar with and sometimes it bored her, but this time she could feel a strange flutter inside her heart. Her eyes dropped down instinctively.

“I am Moloy, I was here last night, I think I have left my briefcase.” The guy said.

His sonorous voice completed the spell, she blushed without any reason. “Do come in and see if you can identify it.”

He entered the flat and instantly located his briefcase.

“Will you like to have a cup of tea sir?”, her heart did not wanted him to walk away so soon.

“If it is not too much trouble.” He replied and sat down on the sofa.

The guard left after taking her permission. Julie prepared the tea and served it to him. He smiled at her, his eyes never left her face.

She is as beautiful as a pink rose, he thought inside, what a divine beauty and sweet behaviour.

The doorbell rang again, Julie walked toward it cursing the guard, she looked through the keyhole and saw Rose standing outside.

13.10.2009

She muttered a silent prayer before she opened the door.

“I forgot my credit card!” she said. “Hi Moloy!!!! What a pleasant surprise!” she added, the surprise was not very pleasant, only Julie could feel it.

Moloy stood up and smiled, “I left my briefcase here last night, it had my flying documents so I had to pick it up before leaving today…” he smiled. “It seems age is catching up on us.. you forgot your credit card and I forgot my briefcase, or may be we were destined to meet again.”, he laughed.

“I will be leaving now dear lady, will be out of the country for a while..”, he said standing up and stretching his hand toward her.

She clasped it casually and smiled.

Julie has already retreated to the kitchen. She heard Moloy and Rose leaving the flat.

She called up one of her friends and asked her if she can refer her to some one. Her friend was surprised because she has asked her again and again in past and she has refused. Telling she was comfortable here.

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Moloy returned after a month. He came to the club and to his surprise he saw that Rose was not there. He went to her flat.

He rang the bell, the door was answered by a middle aged woman. “Is Rose madam home?”, he asked.

The woman nodded her consent and requested him to come inside and take a seat. Soon Rose appeared, a little tired and sleepy.

“Are you alright?” he stood up a little worried. “I have been to the club, you were not there, so I thought I should rather check on you.”

“I was a little feverish.”, she sat down on the sofa. “Sonam, bring some soda and snacks.”

“What happened to your earlier maid?” he asked sounding as much casual as possible.

“She left. Just after your visit.”, she answered equally casually.

Moloy got the answer he came looking for. He left the flat, and after that their paths rarely crossed.

14.10.2009

A few years have passed since then. Rose was sitting in her club seat, she was there to attend the marriage of a friend’s daughter when she saw a small child roaming around.

The girl was as beautiful as a china doll, wearing a pretty dress.

She smiled and called her, the girl shyly smiled and ran to her mother, who was a gorgeous creature. Suddenly the earth shook a little when Rose saw Moloy coming toward them with a smile, the girl ran to him and clung to his knees, “Papa I want icecream, please!!!!”

Moloy bowed and picked her up and held her against his heart, “Whatever my princess wishes!!!” his eyes were brimming with deep affection.

His wife screwed up her face at them lovingly.

Rose got up and walked toward them, “hi Moloy!!!! Its been ages since we last met.”

“Wont you introduce me to the gorgeous lady!” she asked with a smile when she noted the slight discomfort on his face.

“Oh come on!!!! My dear lady, how can I have the audacity? Meet my second soul Tripti and my darling Trina.” He laughed out after brushing away the slight hesitation.

He observed with growing discomfort the instant rapport which Rosemary created with Tripti. She was suave and charming and Tripti was a simple hearted woman. Theirs was an arranged marriage fixed by his parents.

15.10.2009

“When are we visiting Rosemary?”, Tripti asked while they were sitting in the bedroom at night. “She said me that she has some of your pictures in her album, some really interesting pictures when you visited her home a couple of years back.”

Moloy did not answered, just looked at her. Deeply praying inside that she did not.

“She is a wonderful lady, so rich but so polite.”, Tripti added childishly. “She likes you a lot. I will really love it if you take me to her home when you come back, I will ask her to give me the copies of those photographs..” she doted after her handsome husband.

“We will see sweetheart. Let me come back first.” He smiled and hugged her with deep love.


Rose was sitting in her living room next morning when sonam came, “Madam, guard called up to ask if he will allow some Mr. Moloy Ghosh upstairs.”

Rose consented. “Make arrangements for special tea with snacks.”


“What is this story of photographs which you told Tripti? I don’t recollect any pictures being taken when I visited your flat.” Moloy asked after exchange of casual formalities.

Sonam has been sent out of the flat on pretext of shopping. Rosemary knew very well if she was there she would have been standing somewhere trying her level best to listen.

“Oh, I have surveillance camera installed in every room of the flat.” She said, sounding ominously calm. “I live alone, in case someone murders me, the cops will get the proof.”

“I have taken special care that they are hidden from eyes, even experts fail to locate them.” she said.

He has seen that her rooms were bare of all the luxury and extravaganza which was there when he visited last.

He understood, she has gone bankrupt and have taken up to blackmailing.

“No, no! its not what you think!” she said, as if she read his mind. “How can I blackmail you?”

“I just want a small favour, I want to get married, there is a small thorn in that path.” She said, “I wasted years to win the heart of a guy, who is this time my age and well to do enough to take care of our needs.” She added.

“Now that silly guy is in love with a woman of your age.. and she too worships him.” She added sadly. “I have tried to lure her for years pretending as a man.”

“She just wont let that old guy go and go for a guy as handsome as you.” She chuckled. “sorry, I used your photographs without your permission to woo her.”

“Now if you will do me a favour, I will love you to meet her and I will love to see if she has the power of resisting your charms.” She said.

16.10.2009

“Give me a few days to think.” He said coldly.

“drink the tea, its getting cold.” She said, “I am in a little hurry, age and time are working against me.”

“I am leaving india today, will be back in a fortnight, you will get my answer on my return, will that be alright?” He asked coldly.

“Ok, I will have to accept it, I don’t have much choice, do I?” she said sounding disappointed.

“I will be leaving now.” He stood up.

“The tea? I had it made specially for you.” She called out to his back. He was already walking toward the door.

She followed him with a grim look. “I hope I wont have to ask Tripti if you are back to India..”

“Please leave her out of your acquaintance circle. She is not your type.” He said trying hard to control his rage and walked out the door without looking back even once.

He was about to enter his car when he saw a strange thing, there was a tree just beside the drive way. There was a massive spider web in that, a glorious butterfly was caught in that web. Fluttering helplessly. An ominous looking spider was smoothly moving toward it.

17.10.2009

He quickly reached the butterfly before the spider could and softly picked it up from the web. He removed the webs from his gorgeous wings and placed it on a flower far away from the web.

He looked for some stick to remove the web when he heard a musical laughter right behind her. He turned, it was a small child, about Trina’s age. She straight went to the web and removed it by her hands.

“Naughty spider. I have to clean it up every day. You know uncle I saved a firefly from her last night?” she looked up at him with a pair of innocent eyes.

“Wash your hands sweetheart, with soap, ok?”, he said softly ruffling her curly hairs.

He entered his car and drove away.

18.10.2009

Tripti entered their flat with Trina after a few hours. She saw a huge bunch of roses on the drawing room table, a teddy bear and an envelope.

A soft smile illuminated her face, Trina picked up the teddy bear and hugged it. “Is it mine ma? Who gave it?”

Tripti laughed, “Who else but your dad.. you little fairy. Now go and change your dress darling.”

She arranged something for them to eat. There were still a few hours for lunch. She could hardly wait to read the long letter which Moloy has written her, but she knew the little one is starving after all the running around in school. An hour or so later she was sitting on the balcony with the letter in her hand and Trina playing with her toys.

The letter was long, it told her every thing which Moloy has done before he married her…. It vowed that every thing has changed after marriage. He apologised that he should have said all this to her before marriage. Finally it said that her decision is the final decision.

She read it again and again. But could not feel any anger for Moloy. Deep in her heart she knew her husband is loyal to her and she is lucky to have him in her life. She decided to trust her soul.

When Moloy reached his hotel after a few hours a huge bunch of white, yellow, pink and red roses was waiting for him with a fabulous card which said “I Love You.”

A few months later Moloy and Tripti were sitting together in the balcony.

Tripti gave him an invitation card, “It came today. As we are not going I did not gave it to you earlier, but I think you may like to take a look....”

The card said : YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE MARRIAGE RECEPTION OF ROSEMARY ROY AND DIPTIMOY BHATTACHARYYA.

They looked at each other. “Mr. Bhattacharyya is one of the most prominent businessment in Siliguri. He used to visit our club every time he came down to Kolkata. Seems Rosemary had other cards in her hand.”

Tripti held his hand tightly. Moloy lifted her hand and kissed it deeply. He thanked Julie for giving him the hint about the dark nature of the gorgeous woman he was about to fall for.


the end..... :-)

33 comments:

  1. This is very good dear Trisha, this is wonderful :)

    I knew that you could do it, this is real writers stuff. I am delighted. Nice touches all round, the introduction of the character, the movement of story line , the pace, the backdrop, the dialog, it shows real maturity. The vacation into poetry has brushed your prose up :)

    I really am partial to you and what you write, so, often I find it difficult to judge your work impartially and has to force myself to be critical. I do it so that it would spur you up to write more prose :)

    But even so this stuff looks great, the best you have written so far even including 'the witness' which was good. I am happy that you are doing it. Let us forget about the audience, it does not matter at this stage, you know if you write like this they would come. I am biased in your case, yet I am sure if you keep up this style of story telling there would be much more readers.

    Don't rush it, the real story teller in you is starting to show. Let it take its time. Delve deep into you, get inside the skins of the characters, feel what they feel, think what they think, cry and laugh and hate and be angry, morose, irritated, distressed, delighted with them.

    I do not know the technique you use while writing, yet if you can visualize the whole thing within you like a movie inside it would add color and force to what you say.

    Wish you wonderful writing dear Trisha I am proud of you

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  2. dear sam,
    i will be updating the story by adding below datewise (including the date). so that every story stays completely separate.

    you will be able to track by date..

    thanks for the compliment.. but its only the beginning, anyone can start a good story, finishing it and the thing in between is the real challenge :)

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  3. Well my dear Trisha,


    The story can be likened to calypso beat. Colorful, vibrant, and pacy. Good tempo. It's a ripper. I an curious to learn further :)


    Thanks for putting in the chronological element. It is an artistic insight into the story. A war is fought in time. It has linear progression.


    Wow :)

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  4. dear sam,

    i will go slow on this blog.. :)

    you can check the two stories i have placed in the other blog.

    I may update it tomorrow.. :)

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  5. Incredible

    You are picking up steam as you go

    Wow!!!!!

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  6. dear sam,
    lets see if the steam remains till end.. :) :)

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  7. It will, dear Trisha, it will. When one is really pumped up, the steam will stay and play. That is the rule. And I clearly see that you are pumped up to the core. That's nothing short of wonderful. Wow :)

    There would not be any lack of steam on my part in this regard. I do make an error in judgment now and then. Not that this is one, well even then I stay with my word.

    So never fear, your story is not going to find me out of steam at any point.

    Tremendous.

    Wow !!!!!!!!!!!!

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  8. dear sam,
    you are a great inspiration :) well, we are having a powercut session at the full.. :)

    this is the first time i am sitting on computer since last evening..

    guess you will have to practice more patience than i thought..

    to pass your time, here are three more stories..

    these will be updated in the same manner.. these are rewrites.

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  9. Well this is what I love in you dear Trisha, this concern, its like a an English summer, all sunny and pleasant.

    I know that a brainstorming session is in progress, alas my input in it is zero, but you very have powerful allies, I mean, your thoughts, feelings, experience etc……I percieve that they are quite capable of carrying out inner changes in you as well……..

    I am not surprised, you know, human will is an inexorable force. And changes whether initiated internally or externally do occur when it is exersised by some one.

    I have read your rewritten stories. I will tell you about them after seeing then in full.

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  10. dear sam,

    thanks. i will go easy on this blog.. there is a new story for you :) i will start it today.. it will be the longest one.

    i will change the style of the blog to make it tidier.. one blog in every page. that will keep the stories completely separated.

    thanks fot the inspiration or else i wonder if i would have written any further :) i mean it.

    no matter how much energy we have inside us, it needs fuel and direction.

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  11. Nice touch. I still can't imagine how you are managing all the stories at the same time. That requires some doing. I couldn't do it anyway, one or two, not four at the same time

    Lovely work :)

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  12. dearest sam,

    three of them are rewrites.. and this one is completely fresh..

    well as far as my multitasking goes..i guess thats the boon of being an indigo.. :)

    you are forgetting i used to write more than one story+article while i was writing for msn, i used three pseudos and my own name :) and used to write atleast three pieces every day.. for almost two years.

    if you are comfortable with writing i think it comes to you automatically.

    you know my writings are below average, but legendary writer michael madhusudan dutta (sorry his works are pure bengali) used to write two great novels together.. absolutely side by side.

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  13. Well good twist to the story. I like it. A new character in the fray. You can go on and write a full novel bit by bit if you really try.

    Wonderful !!!!!!! Wow

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  14. dearest sam,

    well, i am writing a thriller.. you will get a lot of twists and turns, do let me know if i drift away from logic... my hero is arthur conan doyle.. so i dont want to dishonour his name..

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  15. That's lovely my dear Trisha, I remember reading some stories in that fashion by Satyajit Ray of all people when I was young . He had a detective named Feluda, cast, may be, in a different mold than the tenant at No.20 Baker street.

    Any way good going, the black mailing effort was subtly introduced. I like it. Wow. To a really imaginative person writing stories on detection need not be very taxing at all.

    Great !!!!!!

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  16. dearest sam,

    well i loved "professor Natboltuchakra" by Ray, and a lot of his other works, but was not much fond of feluda.. my only fascination in detective world is his excellency mr. holmes.. i have tried miss marple, hercules poirot, byomkesh (bengali) and feluda.. but went back to the reverend tenant of 20 baker street.

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  17. Well try G.K Chesterton and his father brown. That guy had possibilities. I used to read a lot of det. fiction when I was in teens, then graduated to spy thrillers by Robert Ludlum etc. I find them boring now. Anyway after the cold war there is not much interest in spy thrillers. Graham Green has done something like a thriller in his first book I think, the Brighton Rock it was I believe.

    Chekovs a long story was a pretty good crime thriller. I don't remember its name now.

    Raymond Chandler and his tough detective I used to like. He may not be to your taste. There is always some erotic adventure in them.

    Your War is going great guns anyway. I like the way you write dialogs. I did not expect anything less.

    Give it a blast dearest Trisha

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  18. dearest sam,
    its all your inspiration thats working behind this blog .. and the new stories i am starting.

    right now i am busy with shreemadbhagwat geeta and i have downloaded rigveda yesterday, want to bite it a little.. :)

    want to know what my ancestors wrote 4000 years ago :)

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  19. No no my dearest Trisha :)

    This one was doing great and I expected a giant thriller from you. Not that the ending was bad. Anyway, as this is the one which started you on the longer version of your stories, it was good.

    I was going 'wow' from the beginning remember? Anyway I am glad that you have proved the talent to write a very good story.

    Rigveda could be a little dry to go through with all its suuktas about sacrifices. The only good thing is, it is written in a very poetic form. Lovely of you to think of studying it. It is a wonderful thought.

    Good luck with it dearest Trisha, let the poetry of the vedas inspire to greater things :)

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  20. Dearest sam,
    i played a trick. i had this ending in mind since halfway down the story, but i deliberately kept the name "the war" so you get all confused.... :)

    You are right, and that site is sending me their own blabbering not systematic translation of the rigveda :(

    i want a systematic translation like the shreemadbhagwat geeta i have.

    i will most probably unsubscribe.

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  21. You could probably try this site to down load a translation of hymns of Rig Veda

    http://ia311235.us.archive.org/3/items/TheHeritageOfIndiaSeriesHymnsFromTheRigvedaSelectedAndMetricallyTranslated/TheHeritageOfIndiaSeriesHymnsFromTheRigvedaSelectedAndMetricallyTranslated.pdf

    It is about 7 MB or so. What is the type of internet connection you have. If it is the dial up, it might take a bit to download :)

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  22. dearest sam,
    you are an angel.. thanks. i will take my brother's help, he will do it from his office or somewhere else.

    i am really curious to read it. that site is stupid :(

    its not systematic.. i cant make head or tail out of it.

    bless you!!!!!

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  23. Okay you are welcome dearest Trisha. Only happy to help. Try the translation of the Upanishads though. It is far more concise and uncomplicated than the veda's themselves. They are rightly called Vedanta

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  24. where? i sure will love to have a dig in old indian scriptures :)

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  25. Here is the URL where you can get English versions of the Upanishads. I think I have already given it to you.

    http://www.celextel.org/108upanishads/

    But sadly you may have to click on every Upanishads name and copy the text to your computer if you want to save it your system. There is hundred and one such texts there. All well translated.

    Happy learning, though I doubt it whether you will go through the toil.

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  26. dearest sam,
    no, i guess you have not given me the upanishads.. :) i will try to copy them or read them there..

    bless you noble one!!!!

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  27. i sure will be very happy to read them :)

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  28. "Humpf" ( quoting your own sweet self on Geeta ;)

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  29. Okay, okay now that was a little fresh I admit, though it was based on one of your comments. Yes this was the one thing I did bad. At least I did explain it in the brackets did I not? Come on Trisha I am not the devil out to get you !

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