Category: Fiction


The title is definitely not my phone number or the “measurements of an incredibly overweight woman”.. I am celebrating the inception of me ( and definitely not the movie INCEPTION!!!) I crashed into the Internet and WordPress around 50 posts ago, thanks to my friend Addy.. Seems ages!!!

Well, the first paragraph was written by my blog! This is officially my 50th blog post. I’ve got around 700+ hits and 65 odd comments on my blog since I started it at the end of August 2010!

Its become a sort of obsession, hasn’t it? Amongst us bloggers? To boast about our “statistics”! We keep checking on our blog everyday to see how many have seen,commented, liked our posts and eventually boast about it to our friends,family, neighbours, the man at the cash counter at the nearby grocer’s or the waitress at the local restaurant!!!

I mean, we just can’t seem to get enough of our blog and our writing. We need to publicize it and so we add Facebook, Twitter and other links wherein readers can share our posts (I however doubt it if they share mine???)

Yet, we still sometimes don’t bother about writing anything on our blog for a long time and eventually let the blog to survive on bits and pieces of our writing.

Blogging has become an indispensable tool to bring about change! Writing is fine, but having a blog, writing something extraordinary, getting people to follow, like and eventually support and subscribe to your blog is definitely something huge. I am here representing all those bloggers who have not yet been “Freshly Pressed” and have not had that much of a fan following… People, don’t be disheartened, you have it in you to do what you want on your own free will!

Give more passion into what ou write about and am sure other successful things can follow! A blog can actually catapult you to fame if any influential people see it – you may actually be considered for a coveted post that you may even not be aware…

Thus, just don’t be bothered about the number of subscriptions and just keep scripting your success story for the few who want to see it..

Seasons Greetings…


My Dearest Blog,

7th December 2010

My Dearest Blog,

                          I hope this letter finds you in the best of your life – both professional(technical) and personal(Literary). Its been a really long time since I heard from your end. The last time I heard any news from you was only in August when I had referred you to a job in a company that I knew.

Did you take up WordPress’ offer of a “Junior Pressed Executive”? Have you settled into the company? Hope they are treating you well…

Belated Thanksgiving wishes as well.. Did you go and see your parents in “Publishville“? I also hope that you liked the dress(background/theme) that I had sent you for your Birthday. I picked up the “Motion Dress designed by Sam Ideas” since you are a big fan of his designs and your favorite colors are blue and green.

How these 3 odd months have flown by, I still don’t understand! Its was only 4 months back that we met each other at the Internet Explorer Bar over drinks. And we clicked immediately, we shared a common passion of writing and communication!

Try and visit us for the Christmas vacations so that we can catch up, have “An Arattai” and I can introduce you to some of my friends like Facebook and Twitter amongst others including Digg, Stumbleupon, Reddit, etc.. All of hem “share” a common interest, which is nothing but Writing.

Expecting your reply soon.

Best Wishes,

Your Friend,


PS: Oh, and has it started “snowing” there?


9th December 2010

Dearest Addy,

              I profusely apologize for the delay in my response to you. I will always be indebted to you for our kind help in referring me a job especially when the economy is facing a downward trend.

I did get the job, and your dress that you sent also played a crucial role in me getting the job. I wore to my interview, and my good luck, I got selected immediately!!!

I wanted to inform you before, but the work was building up. Since the other person who was in my post had left all of a sudden, WordPress wanted me to join and start work as soon as possible. Work has been hectic over the past couple of months, but I’ve been able to adjust. Have been on my toes, meeting targets, talking to people,etc.. However I have to add I will be receiving a promotion to a “Freshly Pressed Manager” soon!!!

WordPress was impressed by my performance of  receiving close to 600 odd sales(hits) in little less than 3 months, so they decided to offer me this post. Am really happy and this all because of you, so Thanks a lot!!!

Yes, Thanksgiving went on as usual, I did visit my parents Mr.Draft and Mrs. Preview Draft in Publishville, however I was in for a rude shock when my dad had a mild “spam attack“!

So we had to rush him to Upgrade Hospital. After several scans and pre-med procedures, Dr.Dashboard suggested that he undergo a “Trasho Spam Removal Treatment“. They found that his “linking and attachment arteries were blocked due to the spam attacks.” He did have a successful operation and now doing fine. He has to continue having “Akismet” tablets to prevent and cure any spam from further attacking him.

I will definitely visit you and we can have “An Arattai” with you, FB, Twitter, etc.. Maybe we cold even start a club/society with our friends called “Blogroll Inc.” What say?

Yes the weather forecast says that it will continue to snow till the 4th of January.

Give my best regards to your family as well. See you soon.


Seasons Greetings!

Your friend,


A Memorable Loss of Memory…

 Gary Woodsbrough was sitting with his eyes closed in his comfy wooden rocking chair in his house when all of a sudden he was awoken with a jolt, by a really pretty little girl around the age of 7 or 8 years, he did not know. She was wearing a pink frock and gifted him a diary which bore the letters “Happy Birthday, Grandpa!”

 Gary did not remember seeing her before; yet he opened the book and began to read what was written in it. It was a diary, really special, that contained the most memorable incidents and photographs of Gary’s life that was compiled by his only son, Mark. Gary went through all the notes and photos of various cherished incidents that he shared with his son when Mark was small. By looking over the photos again and again he faintly remembered with utmost nostalgia about the secret fishing trips that he and his son went over the creek near the house, or search for rabbits in the nearby forest, or constructing a tree house for his son, to the extent that he even helped his son to find the ideal first date!

 His son had compiled the most precious and invaluable gift ever as a Birthday present for Gary, who was suffering from beginning stages of Alzheimer’s Syndrome. As he closed the book, he felt a warm and caring touch of a hand on his shoulder, later to find out that it was none other than his son, Mark.

With tear-filled eyes, he hugged his son and apologized for the loss of his memory. Gary said, “Son, I am really sorry. I felt really bad that I could not even recognize my own grand-daughter. What’s her name again, I keep forgetting it?”

 “Crystal, Dad.” replied Mark.

 “Ah.. Such a wonderful name! I wish her name would just crystallize in my mind forever. But, I am just not lucky enough to remember all the good moments that I experienced in life.”

 “Dad, it’s Okay. On the other hand I truly feel you are way luckier having the memory loss, not that I am criticizing you or anything. To be frank, as a normal human being without any memory problems we tend to always fret and fume over bad incidents. Jealousy, Ego, Confusion, Hatred, Love, and other things that one experiences in life is not permanent, yet we still tend to remember the bad incidents or situations more than the good ones. However, you get to experience each new thing again and again everyday thereby understanding the hidden beauty behind every new thing, which we fail to see in our busy and complex life. I promise you that we all are there for you, all the time and that you don’t need to worry about anything.”

 “I Love you, Son.”

 “I Love You, Dad.”

 After this talk with his son, Gary learnt to appreciate and value the beauty hidden in everything and everyone till the end of his life. Some times memory loss can also be memorable with the help, love and support of your family always…

Just a really short story that I happened to pen down! Would appreciate your comments and feedback!

Until next time, Happy Blogging…

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