Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Z is for Zenith: Wings of Love Part Four


Read the earlier parts here.



Wings of Love : Part 4, Zenith

A new day dawned and Isabella was not surprised when Archangel Uriel appeared before her. When an Angel failed in her mission, the Archangel in-charge himself came as far as the legends went.

Isabella waited to hear her punishment.

“Memories are what teach the Human beings the lessons of life. By erasing his memories, you have made a terrible mistake. The regrets and mistakes, which make up his memory was going to make him a better person. You just wronged him in god’s eyes. Your mission ends now,” said Archangel Uriel and disappeared.

Looking towards Tom who appeared to be waking up, Isabella knew it was time to leave. Her mission had ended, truly.

She knew that Angels felt no emotions or pain. What was the heaviness that she was feeling deep inside her being then?

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Y is for Yearning and Ignorance: Wings of Love Part Three


Wings of Love : Part 3, Yearning and Ignorance


Isabella flew towards the sinking car with the intention of helping only to be deterred by the presence of three death angels, who rudely gestured her to back off. That meant that the car was to become the watery grave for the mother and the two children. How tragic!

That also meant that she was to help Tom who by now had jumped into the deep creek to endeavor a heroic rescue of his wife and kids. It would have helped if he had called 911 instead.

She dive in and watch Tom try unsuccessfully to open the locked car doors. The sight was pathetic with his wife now trying hard to escape the water, which was entering and suffocating both the kids and her. Isabella sighed in despair as the death angels forbid her to help him rescue them.

After several failed attempts, Tom swam frantically ashore to call rescue squad. He retrieved the phone and noticed due to the force with which he had thrown it away, it had become a useless chunk of metal.

A passing car slows down at his request and the driver immediately calls 911 before jumping in together with Tom into the creek.

The rescue team arrives ten minutes later and retrieves the lifeless bodies of the three victims. The detectives question Tom, whose incoherent answers only confuse them further. Isabella places her hands on his shoulders making Tom to calm down enough to narrate the incident.

“It is my fault. I should have listened. My poor children…What sort of father am I?” wail Tom sinking onto the floor and fall unconscious with the palpable anguish and fatigue he had undergone.
That night was terrible for Tom and Isabella tries to ease his trauma by making him fall into a deep slumber, all the while deeply thinking how she could help Tom further.

His team of employees, including his manager had flown in and they were adept in managing his affairs. However, what of his heart? His heart refused to heal. Every hour he woke up crying about his loss. Isabella had to whisper all the calming spells repeatedly to pacify him.

Throughout the funeral and the entire week, Tom was inconsolable. Nights brought in nightmares and poor Isabella was soon at the end of her wits, watching Tom suffer. She could not watch him pine away in front of her. If only she could take away the bad memories.

She could, couldn’t she?!! She had learnt that. Nevertheless, performing the charm without permission was forbidden. Archangel Uriel had specifically instructed her to stick to the rules.

A week watching Tom suffer awakened the asinine rebel in her and she decided to go with her intuition.

Didn’t God, their father, instruct angels through intuition?

 With Tom’s head in her lap, she performed the special charm and very soon, every memory of his wife and kids was wiped out from his brain.

She didn't care about the punishment that she had to face. The calm sleeping face of Tom was enough to help her brave any severe punishment.



(.... To be continued)

Find the earlier parts here.




This is a short story told in four parts, the first of which I am posting today. It had begun as a post for W but became a bit too long. So I decided to split and post it for the next three posts. :)

Hope you will like this.

The Story of a nutty Angel and her love for an Earthling.




This story is a part of Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Charcoal portrait of Deepika Padukone: Stages with materials used

My model: Deepika Padukone


Materials Used
Materials Used:

1)  Charcoal and Graphite Pencils:

I use Monte Marte Charcoal pencils and Graphite pencils.  It costs about Rs. 500 for the full set of four earthy shades. I am using for this portrait only the black pencils for this portrait, which again comes in the soft, medium and hard types. I use the hard variety for the final outlines, medium and soft for the shaded regions.
The Faber Castell box has six shades. 2B, 3B, 4B, 5B, 6B and 8B and costs Rs. 30.
These pencils come in handy to create the outline which is the most time taking procedure.

2) Erasers:
I use different type of erasers to erase mistakes as well as to create highlights.

The types I have are an ordinary pencil eraser, a plastic eraser from Focus that gives fewer residues, a kneaded eraser, which can be kneaded to any shape, and a pencil shaped eraser from staedtler.

3) The shading tools:
My shading tools are what is available in every household. A pair of Johnson ear buds, a pair of tissues and a painting brush.
These tools I use, to create the shades in the portrait. I do it by rubbing the charcoal and softly spreading them to create the necessary effect.
The buds come handy in small and specific areas like the eye, nose, ears etc.

4) My sketchbook:
As this portrait is just a trial and not done on commission, I am using my A3 size sketch book.


Stages in the portraiture




Final Result:



X is for Xanadu and a Tragedy: Wings of Love Part Two




Read the Part One of the story here.



Wings of Love: Part Two, Xanadu and a Tragedy


“Isabella, I am sending you to earth on a mission, immediately. Go down to the creek there and wait. Something is about to happen that require the presence of angels. This time I am giving you no specific instructions. Just take care that you stick to the rules,” said Archangel Uriel and then dismissed Isabella to speak to the next Angel whom he had summoned.

Isabella flew to the place where the Archangel had directed her.  Seating herself comfortably on the huge signpost, over the almost deserted road, she viewed the place with a smile on her face.

The ocean creek had the harbor on the side opposite to where she sat. It was a Xanadu,  a great place of idyllic beauty.

With the calm waves lashing lovingly onto the bank, the passersby could take in the beauty of the creek and the magnificent line of skyscrapers on the other side of the creek. A side- road led directly to where the boats harbored to enable the offloading of small leisure boats from trucks.

“Was a flash-flood about to occur or something on the scale of a Tsunami or a Tornado?”Isabella thought aloud, looking out patiently for signs of trouble. There was not even a single boat or human being anywhere near as it was just a few minutes past noon and it was scorching hot everywhere.

Minutes later, a car slowed down and stopped, near to where she sat invisible to all creatures on earth.

“You never have time for me or kids. You are married to your job and that wretched phone of yours. You read scripts on it or you talk to your producers, directors, manager and god alone knows who else, all the time,” shouted the woman in the car as the driver opened the door to get off the car obviously to attend the call in peace.

“We will talk Teresa, just a minute. Let me attend this call. I’ll be right back,” says the man and walks away from the car to avoid the hollering that was continuing from inside the car. Isabella gasp and her heart skip a few beats as she finally recognize the driver. Tom Grande.

“Can’t he listen to her? Oh God…isn't it time you taught him a lesson or two? I guess, It is time to snatch that idiotic phone again” mumbled Isabella looking heaven wards and then hurried towards Tom, when the sound of screeching tires and a splash divert her attention away from him.

His angry wife had taken control of the car and had driven straight into the creek. The car was now slowly sinking into the sea.

“NO..,”With a tortured cry, Tom raced towards the creek ready to jump into the deep watercourse.




(.... To be continued)

This is a short story told in four parts. It had begun as a post for W but became a bit too long. So I decided to split and post it for the next three posts. :)

Hope you will like this.

The Story of a nutty Angel and her love for an Earthling.


This story is a part of Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.






The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

W is for Wings of Love: A Short Story in four parts


Wings of Love- Part One: The Thief

There he was, glued to the thing that they called a Smartphone, right at seven in the morning.  Someone should re-christen it as a dumb-phone.

“So much for the effort I took to remove the other one. God..Wasn't he on vacation?!! And here I am spending days confined on this boring cloud as punishment,” say Isabella, thinking aloud.

“There you go again. When will you grow up Isabella?”
Isabella squirm, hearing the angry voice of the matron angel. She quickly closes the peephole she had created on the cloud.

“How many times have I told you not to spy on earthlings unless you are specifically instructed to?” cry the angry matron angel.

Isabella stood with drooped wings, like a child caught red handed, without uttering a single word. She stood through an hour of lectures from the matron angel on the things-to-do and things-not-to-do- for -angels. So naturally, she was relieved when a messenger Angel appeared suddenly on their cloud.

“Archangel Uriel wants to see you. She is waiting for you in her chamber,” declare the messenger before disappearing again in a flash.

Archangel Uriel provided warning, healing, and love during natural disasters or trauma in the lives of human beings. A message from Uriel to a student Angel like Isabella was always a honor. The task sadly would be gruesome, most of the time.

Isabella looks at the matron angel for permission and when she nods, starts to walk towards Archangel Uriel’s chamber.

“Fly! Why do you have wings then? Watching human beings have made you a good- for- nothing –angel,” chides the matron angel and Isabella take-off at break-neck speed to avoid further chastisement.

“There goes the thief,” shout the angel children playing on the nearby cloud. Isabella makes the most appalling face possible for them and increases the speed of her flying.

While on her last mission, she had stolen the mobile phone of her subject, Mr. Tom Grande, the handsome superstar of Hollywood. The investigation panel had dismissed her explanation that she had done it for the benefit of the client.  After all, she had messed up with rule no.501 of the angel manifesto.

The reason she gave her friends was that the thing, which had millions of slaves all over earth, intrigued her.

The real reason was that she had fallen in love with the owner of it and genuinely wanted to help him out of the mess, the dumb thing had created. 

She was ready to face punishment, if it meant that he would be free of the menace. She was late to realize that those horrible things were readily available in markets and that her sacrifice had simply gone down the drain.

(.... To be continued)

This is a short story told in four parts, the first of which I am posting today. It had begun as a post for W but got a bit too long. So I decided to split and post it for the next three posts. :)

Hope you will like this.

The Story of a nutty Angel and her love for an Earthling.


This story is a part of Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.


The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed.



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Thursday, April 24, 2014

U is for Unlucky : A Short Story



Every one told Sita that she was unlucky.

Hadn't she killed her mother right on the day of her birth?

 Wasn't it because of the fault in her stars that her father took his own life two days before her third birthday?

By the time she passed high school, the blame for the death of two of her closest friends in a drowning incident and the car accident that crippled her aunt who was her guardian, had also been added to long list of woes.

Her education had ended at eighteen when her uncle believing in all the rumors abound, refused to waste money on a no-good cause. Her dreams of becoming a teacher had died an early death that day.

At the age of twenty, a nomad scrap-dealer Raghu, fell in love with her and her uncle quickly married her off to him. After all, none of the youth in their village wanted a bad omen entering their lives.

On the day of their marriage, when a teary-eyed Sita confessed to Raghu, that he had unknowingly damaged his luck by marrying her, he laughed it off good-humouredly.

“Do you know that I make a fortune out of what other people consider useless? They don’t know the value of things they throw away as waste. In my eyes, they are gold. No one is ever born unlucky Sita. Understand that. Luck is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of thoughts and choice. You are my love and my lucky charm from today. Remember that.”

Raghu treated her like a queen and Sita became happier day after day.

Raghu enrolled her in the nearby college for degree and Sita started giving tuition to kids in the neighborhood to add to their earnings. She quickly became the favorite with all the students.

Just how much her life had changed became evident to Sita when Priya, her student and neighbour came one night to her house.

“Sita Aunty, Tomorrow is my mathematics board exam. First thing in the morning, I want to see your face. You are my lucky charm.”

“No Priya…See your mothers face and go,”repled Sita still unsure of her luck.
“No Aunty.Believe me. Whenever I behold you, my day passes charmingly. I saw you yesterday and my science paper was just awesome. I feared it the most you know,” declared Priya.

“Sita, Listen to her. You are a lucky charm indeed. See how much Raghu prospered and how happy he is now after you came into his life.” It was Priya’s mom.

Sita smiled partly in happiness and partly with relief.

Luck was indeed just a matter of thought and choices as Raghu said. She never would say or believe she was unlucky again.

 Years later, when her daughter-in-law passed away after childbirth, she took the child and embraced it lovingly, ready to confront anyone who wanted to brand the child as being unlucky.

 A smiling Raghu, her two daughters and son soon came in to watch her expertly calming down the wailing child.

 This story is a part of Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.


The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. My theme is #Learning Everyday, I post about new random things every day.



Wednesday, April 23, 2014

T is for Thinking Straight: A Short Story



How long? How many hours, how many days more was this turmoil going to last?

I snap out of my reverie when my phone pings with another message. There it was, proof that my dilemma was never going to end, a message from Manav.

Manav always drove me crazy. One day, he will be the sweetest person I had ever seen and the next day, he will be back being the grouchy snob who never failed to irritate me.

We go back a long way- Manav and me. We had joined this company on the same day five years ago. Being on the same daily- grind brought us closer and we gloriously bitched about our common enemies over cups of coffee during weekends.

I do not know when but soon his presence had become an addiction I could not rid of. Each passing day deepened my infatuation. I eagerly awaited to see the smile on his face when we met accidentally or over coffee.

That weekend when I rushed to our usual café with an eager heart racing at an abnormal pace, I had decided to open up about how I really felt.

“Reshmi, I have a surprise for you,” Manav had said immediately after we sat down for coffee. The surprise had turned out to be an arranged marriage that he had agreed to. The photo of the pretty girl on his phone taunted me. I laughed merrily teasing him about his impending marriage even as my heart broke silently into a thousand pieces.

My only solace was that my secret had remained.

Soon after his marriage, a project in New York for which he was selected had relieved me from the pain of beholding him every day.

Three years and a disastrous marriage later, Manav have come back to me again, but at the most inappropriate time.
I am engaged to Kishore, who is heads over heels in love with me. Kishore had made me fall in love with him by his ardent devotion. His parents too made me feel like one of their own.

A week ago, Manav declared that he loved me, had always loved me but had succumbed to parental pressure and agreed to a marriage of their liking. I had confessed to him then about my engagement with Kishore.
Ever since that day, my inbox is flooded with his sob stories, requests and from yesterday threats that he will end his life.

Manav was my first love, but now he has come back to me with an emotional baggage he refuses to dispose. Every now and then, he became moody and started comparing me with Sneha his ex-wife. But first loves were hard to be forgotten.

Do I need this? How am I going to deal with this?

My phone buzzed again with an incoming mail. It was a newsletter that I had subscribed to from a relationship website. It had a quote that gave an answer to my queries.





I knew it was time to think straight.



This story is a part of Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.




 The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. My theme is #Learning Everyday, I post about new random things every day.




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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

S for Someone Like You





Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought, writes the poet Shelly in the poem an Ode to a Skylark.

The song Someone like You, by UK Singer and Songwriter, Adele proves it. I loved the song when I first heard it and I still love it.

The song , the last one written for her second album 21, belongs to the soul genre of pope songs which speaks about unrequited love and broken relationships.

Adele revealed that she was struggling emotionally when she composed it:
"When I was writing it I was feeling pretty miserable and pretty lonely, which I guess kind of contradicts 'Rolling in the Deep'. Whereas that was about me saying, 'I'm going to be fine without you', this is me on my knees really. She discussed further the inspiration of the song: "I can imagine being about 40 and looking for him again, only to turn up and find that he's settled with a beautiful wife and beautiful kids and he's completely happy... and I'm still on my own. The song's about that and I'm scared at the thought of that.”


Adele was literally discovered by the Social networking media when her friend posted her demo on Myspace and owing to its popularity she received a recording contract from XL Recordings in 2006.

The song went on to win

Listen to it. Click for the lyrics HERE.





This post is a part of Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.





The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. My theme is #Learning Everyday, I post about new random things every day.

Monday, April 21, 2014

R is for Rainbow



Rainbows fascinated me, when I was a child. Being bright, elusive and ethereal, they made me believe in the heavens above. The thought that every storm had a rainbow following it, made me face the storms with courage. Their presence was a reassurance that there was hope ahead.


While growing up books told me, that rainbows had a strong presence in mythology as well.  
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The above painting titled Noah's Thanksoffering (c.1803) by Joseph Anton Koch depicts how after Noah builds an altar to the Lord after being delivered from the Flood, God sends the rainbow as a sign of his covenant.

As the flood had killed all other living beings, the rainbow came to symbolize God's promise that he would never send another flood to destroy all of the earth and that never again would all living things be killed in the waters of a flood.

In Greek mythology, the daughter of first-generation gods Electra and Thaumas, Iris dresses in rainbow colors. As messenger of the gods, she flies on golden wings. The rainbow was a mode of transportation for Iris, who proves to be as elusive and unpredictable (yet unforgettable) as the rainbow itself. Charming!!

Western mythology refers to Bifrost, a rainbow bridge between earth and heaven that is attainable to only the good or virtuous, such as warriors and royalty. Royal!!

In fairy tales, leprechauns buried pots of gold at the end of a rainbow. Enticing!!

Later on science came in and took the magic out of rainbows.
 It told me that a rainbow is just an optical and meteorological phenomenon that is caused by both reflection and refraction of light in water droplets in Earth's atmosphere, resulting in a spectrum of light appearing in the sky. Boring!!

Whatever.. I prefer to believe that a rainbow is a sign of hope. I prefer to hope that  somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly,and the dreams that I dream of really do come true.

By the way, do you know that we have a rainbow within us?!! Check this post to know more about this.


Leaving you to ponder over this quote...



This post is a part of Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.


The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. My theme is #Learning Everyday, I post about new random things every day.


Saturday, April 19, 2014

Q is for Que Sera Sera



Today’s letter is Q.
Doris day immediately began singing Que Sera Sera when I thought what for Q.

Que Sera Sera literally means whatever will be, will be. It is a philosophy quite close to my heart.

Listen to this wonderful song.



In this song, the singer talks about her childhood, youth and motherhood to explain just how this attitude had worked wonders in her life.

When she was a little girl, she had asked mother whether she will grow up to become a rich and pretty girl. Her mother chides her telling future is not for anyone to foretell and whatever will be, will be…Que Sera Sera.

Her lover in her youth echoes the same thoughts and she comes to understand the importance of living in the moment, without any worries about future. He assures Que Sera Sera.

Now that she has become a mother, she teaches the same to her kids when they have the same queries that she had in her childhood.

This song from the movie, The man who knew too muchteaches a wonderful lesson to all of us.

At every stage in our lives, we do worry about our future.  What will be tomorrow like?

Will the new dawn bring fresh hopes or will it bring bitter tears?

Will my efforts to succeed find fruition?


Many questions do haunt us.

 What if we could muster the courage to face these questions with a mere phrase..Que Sera Sera.


This post is a part of Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.




The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. My theme is #Learning Everyday, I post about new random things every day.


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