ROSES (A Short Story)

Well, I am rose. No no, don’t misunderstand me. It’s not a fancy name, not the proper noun with capital R and all, just the common one. Ya, that’s right, I am just a rose. Just.

There was once a queen. She was the most beautiful woman who ever lived. She was born out of every man’s fantasy. And she was more than that. Her name was Rose.  

Ya ya ok, I was a red one and I guess I was beautiful, but that is a thing of the past. I was born, if I might say so, in a rose farm. Then I was cut from the plant, packed and shipped. The next thing I knew was that I was stuck in a gold colored basket with twenty nine other roses like me. They sell thirty rose packages on the net you see. There were numerous smaller white flowers also, all stuck in the basket.

Her kingdom was in peril. The green monster had raised an army of a thousand monsters. She knew that the only way to save her kingdom was by marrying the king of the Land of Gold. And that was exactly what she did. She became the queen of the Land of Gold. The mighty king had exactly twenty nine other queens. They all had numerous servant girls also, always dressed in white…

I was then sold, basket and all, and sent to a new place. It was a small room. The girl who received me, sorry us, jumped with joy. She kept looking at us to the extent that it would embarrass us. Didn’t she have something to do? She took some pictures also. Crazy girl. We were apparently sent to her on some weird day specified for love called the Valentine’s Day. We were the ‘message of love’ of her boyfriend.  

She was not limited by time. She crossed her time and flew past ages. The twenty nine other queens went with her, so did her servant girls, always dressed in white. She chose a moment in time and stopped at a small monastery. And the head lady there welcomed them, and loved them all. Who could not love the Rose queen, the queen of queens, most beautiful of all? The times were bad and she chose to spread the message of love. That was what she was destined to do, that was why she was.

And I started rotting, oh shit!! So did the others. There was sadness in her eyes, the crazy girl. Didn’t she know that this was bound to happen? Humans, I must say!! She plucked the other roses out of the basket, thrust into a plastic bag and threw them in the dust bin. That’s pretty much it. But it didn’t end there for me. I was tucked up inside a book, and kept aside. All I could hear was a loud sigh from the girl. I guess I will spend the rest of life or whatever you may call it stuck up here. Phew!!

But the world around her was rotting. And there was no hope for love. She knew this and knew that nothing would change. All the other queens died one by one. Their work was done. There was nothing more to be done. But she could live forever. There was no death for her. That was her blessing and that was her curse. She was the queen of queens, most beautiful of all, born out of every man’s fantasy and more than that. So she found her way in a book and became a story. And she lives forever…

I live in the sigh of the girl and I live in the pages of books.

I take many forms and I refuse to fade.

Reasons to blog

One of these days, I was forced to think about my random decision of starting a blog. Why? Why in the big wide world with multiple opportunities should I write a blog? Well, I am that kind of a person who usually does not do a lot of random stuff, so why this?? Though I could not find a reason I figured out some general reasons why people write blogs. [No offenses meant… It’s all in good humour, atleast that’s what I think. Humour can be a sticky affair though..]

Top 10 reasons to write a blog..

·         To irritate others, mainly with your non-existing sense of humour

·         To fill up the cyber space with sentimental crap

·         To tell the world [or think that you are telling the world, while no one actually reads you] that you have an opinion on everything under the sun, moon, stars, roof etc etc

·         When Facebook, twitter, Orkut etc etc are not sufficient enough to hold your intellectual outbursts

·         To share your utmost personal moments with utter strangers

·         In the hope that someone following you actually finds you good. Hmm

·         To tell the world what you eat, what drinks you like, which all places you have travelled to [and God only knows why you think that might interest others]

·         To write down stuff on issues [usually these are those excessively long and well researched ones] which none of your friends have the patience of listening to

·         To showcase your intellectual prowess [Ya, I am somebody and I have brains: that kind of a message, you know]

·         Plain time pass…. :P

Perhaps one of these reasons is true for me as well. But you need to wait for my blogs to figure that out..

Meanwhile, if you by chance happen to read this you might just comment on what you think is true for me..

Welcome Article...

An insignificant occasion on the web world... My first blog post. Ya, thats pretty much it. And that's because I don't exist. Not at least in this newly created blog world.
So no celebrations or anything. Can't write poems or fancy stuff.. So peace.

Ya, now the point. I saw a movie today. Nothing new there, that is, nothing new in the fact that I saw a movie today. But it was damn depressing. And it was sad and frustrating. The actors acted well and the camera man could be me. Just joking. It was one of those movies that give it the look of a home video. Wobbling and jumping and unsteady. No sense of direction of light and all that. Intellectual stuff. Liked it for it, hated it for it, if you know what it means.

But I thank the movie for one thing. It was so depressing that I decided to start my own blog. And that's good!! Good for me at least. Can't say the same for the cyber world, given so much junk is already floating around....