Sunday, February 1, 2015

IndiHappyHours# Quikr Nxt

Got an oversized dress? Want to sell? …
Getting shifted? Want to sell furniture? …
Tired of playing the same Guitar? Want to sell it? …
Moving in to your new apartment? Want to buy home furnishings?
Planning to buy a new mobile? Want some good bargain at market price?

So much to buy and so much to sell!! But don’t want to get troubled with Umpteen no. of calls at odd hours? Don’t want to waste energy in talking? Fed up of Hoax calls and want only genuine buyers? Don’t know how to be sure of the product being good enough for a bet?

Well Quikr has a solution for you then!
QUIKR NXT…
“Online classifieds website Quikr announced the launch of a new feature, called Quikr Nxt, which allows users to chat using the website or mobile app. This means users can choose to make a listing private, which hides their email ID and phone number on the site.”

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These are three of the reasons I would choose Chat over a phone Call for such transactions…

No. 1 : It’s very hard to manage to take every phone call, many of which are only interested in enquiring about the product lacking a serious interest in buying. If you are at work, and phone keeps ringing every now and then, it might be disturbing not only for you but your boss too! So chat I guess is a preferred option.

No. 2 : While chatting one can clear one’s doubt more clearly. Got a  doubt about how many zips a handbag has, If there are some broken strings in the guitar, If the furniture looks good from every angle… All these doubts are better addressed when you have the option to send and receive as many pics of the product, from as many angles as you would like. Sending a pic simply makes it so much better than having to explain all the minor details. For the buyer too it becomes easy to judge about every aspect of the product he is in the process of buying.

No. 3 : It’s better to Chat because your number is safe. No need to make your number public. No threat of some crank calls from some irritating characters. You can also save your chat history and get relieved from remembering all the details which were talked about. For later reference you just need to check your chat history. It is convenient for the buyers too. They don’t have to make notes of prices quoted by different sellers. They may have parallel chat with multiple users and compare the price simultaneously very conveniently. They may chose to get notifications while offline also. So it’s a win-win situation for Buyer as well as Seller.



So NO FIKAR, CHAT QUIKR … Start now at  http://www.quikr.com/
This post is written for IndiHappyHours # QuikrNxt Campaign

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Indispire# Solitude - Unrequited love's Paradise

You are a dream
which can’t ever come true;
You are the horizon,
which can’t ever be touched;
You are the cloud,
which is never meant to rain;
…………
You, if stay,
burn me in the fire of passion;
You, if go away,
tear my soul apart into pieces;
…………
To stay or go away,
is a question,
I have no answer for;
Yet,
it’s to be figured out;

          
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………
In your presence,
I can’t feel stronger,
Hearing your voice,
I can’t bring myself
to ignore it,
Feeling you nearby,
I can’t tell you to leave;
………
You are a twinkling star,
Which I can stare at longingly,
Never really getting to touch it,
Despite all the love for it,
………
I have to go away,
Before the fire of passion,
Burns away my love for you;

          
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………
I don’t want,
The ashes of a love,
Which once
 brightened my heart and soul,
I have to stop,
I have to go away;
………
When encountered with moments
Such as these,
Solitude is what
I seek;
What I need is tenderness all around,
I give myself the gift of solitude profound;
……....
Its solitude that I need in order to be freed;
……...
Freed of you …………………………………………….

          
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This post is written for Indispire# 

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Indispire# Solitude!

When my mind is unperturbed,
free of noises all around,
free of my own beleaguered voice,
and just the peace surround,

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 Solitude…
 lets me think
Without racing thoughts,
Adds perseverance to my hasty lot;
Solitude …
Revives the energy of my soul,
And helps me reach a meaningful whole,
It imparts clarity to my hazy visions,
Which otherwise change like seasons;

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Solitude ….
Gives me the much needed stability,
Stick to my own stands,
And believe in my capability;
Solitude …
Relieves me of the stress,
That could turn me into a mess,
With too many opinions pushed into my psyche,
Forcing my rationality to take a hike;
Solitude …
Lets me think through,
Through those dilemmas,
Which sometimes appall my vision,
With all the absurd reason;
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Solitude …
Lets me kiss the silence,
Ridding me of the parlance;
Bringing me the much needed
Silence;
$@$@$@$@
After
the noisy day,
the insane crowds,
the speeding thoughts,
the loud encounters,
it’s the
solitude
that gives my soul the gift of silence,
the much cherished silence,
The solitude,
The silence,
United with my soul,
Make me complete,
Make me feel at home…
$@$@$@$@
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As the night sets in,
Solitude is called for,
Its sought night after night,
Divine is its light;
In solitude,
My soul feels whole,
It feels aware
Of itself and its being,
Completely free,
And full of peace and blessing

This post is written for Indispire#  

Friday, January 23, 2015

A Proposal

Ananya and Akash had reached a silent understanding that they were made to be together. 
However, there had never been a formal proposal. Ananya always shied away from direct mention of any kind of affections. There was something about love that always scared her. Though she loved Akash every bit, but even the subtlest hint of any sort of confession of love made her put on her defenses and she would hurriedly try to change the subject.

The valentine day was approaching near. This time Akash was determined to pour his heart out in front of Ananya and make a proposal to her. He was well aware how difficult it was going to be. Taking Ananya into confidence to give him a patient hearing atleast once, was next to impossible. She would never give in. She would keep changing subjects, or pretend to understand nothing, or sometimes just laugh it off giving Akash least chance to elaborate. But Akash had decided to make it happen this time. If she was adamant, he was determined.

“Flowers and chocolates? No! I anyways , always give her flowers. She won’t take me seriously.  A nice dress?  Ney! That’s cliché. Her favourite perfume? No! Not suitable for the occasion!  Nothing seems to be working for her!”, Akash was thinking, “I have to think something out of the box! Something she can’t run away from. I have to make her listen and for that I think I should first try to set the right atmosphere. I should do something to make her comfortable with the idea of love.”


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Akash opened the door for Ananya. It was her favourite Restaurant. Akash had booked the whole restaurant. They were lead to their table which was beautifully decorated with candles and flowers. There was aroma of fresh roses everywhere. As they took a seat, soft instrumental love songs started playing in the background.  

A light flashed on the wall opposite to their table. Ananya could see a blown up collage enclosed in a circle of light. The collage had all their moments, holding hands, pulling each other’s hair, night time ice-cream strolls, their one stop chaiwala on the rainy days, their weird poses and silly expressions. Ananya was observing each picture totally engrossed and Akash was busy watching her. He was smiling at her changing expressions as she went looking on from one picture to another. He could see that he had been successful in making her confront something about her feelings.
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Champagne bottle was placed on their table. Akash opened the bottle and poured it for her. Before she could lift the glass to her mouth, she saw a gold colored message became visible on the glass surface against the effect of champagne. She read on. “The first time I saw you, the child-like innocence of your face, your manners extravagant but graceful indeed, the brightness of your eyes ignorant to anything evil or bad, your smile, everything was captivating about you. I don’t know which precisely was the moment when I fell for you.  But now when I have, all my loyalties are booked for you, not only for this lifetime but for the lifetimes to come as well. It has been five years since we know each other, and now I don’t want to spend five minutes without you. These five years have been the best of my life and before you try to escape your own feelings, I want you to have a look at something.”

Everything was in place. The projector and sound system were already put up. The moment she finished reading this, Akash signalled to start the video.

“Their first dance together, Their coffee time chats, An learning cooking from Akash, An scolding Akash, An’s birthday, Akash’s office party, Long drives and their incessant song dedications to each other, An playing with the waves and sand and throwing water at Akash, Akash had captured their five years together perfectly in the video. An was mesmerized to see how beautiful their journey had been and how much more beautiful it could be in the coming years. She had almost tears in her eyes.”

As the video finished, Akash collected courage. He extended his hand, went down on his knees and recited a beautiful poem he had written for her. He then asked her to accompany him for life, to be his wife.

By this time Ananya was totally out of her defenses. She could not escape this time. She only took his hand, lifted him up and only said one word,”Yes!”

The music continued and the two proceeded to the dance floor. That valentine day was the beginning of their happily ever after.
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This post is written for  IndiHappyHours – CupidGames


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

IndiHappy Hours# I am - The Great Indian Litter Bug

I am the half Intellectual..
Send me to USA,
Send me to germany,
I would do part timing,
What if it’s the work of a waiter?
What if I have to pick up a few soiled plates?
But come on,
When it’s my India, my own country,
Why should I care to pick up my own trash,
Wait till finding a dustbin..
Isn’t India dirty already?
Don’t forget
I am the half intellectual
For me such things
matter nothing…
@@@@@@@@
I am the empty-headed educated,
Oh! I am so smart,
I don’t often see dustbins on the road,
But I do dispose off my garbage,
Anywhere I see the heaps of garbage collected,
I throw them on the roadsides.
Into the rivers,
Forget not,
I am the empty-headed Educated,
Education couldn’t fill
Some common sense
Into my empty head,
Yes, I am the empty headed Educated…
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I am the reckless chauvinist,
I have by hearted this Dialogue,
From my favorite movie Pyar ka Punchnama
“Launde sher hote hai Babbar sher. Aur babbar sher kabhi toilet mein mootte hain kya? wo muute hai khuli hawa mein . Nile asman k niche. Himmat hai to rokke.”
          This is the kind of moral learning,
I never delay to absorb into my psyche,
Now I abide by it,
Always so religiously,
That I don’t care even about
 the warnings put up,
Oh yes!
I am the proud reckless chauvinist ….
@@@@@@@@
I am the vulgar philosopher and adviser,
I have opinion about everything,
I can advise almost anyone,
I can find faults with system,
With government,
With surroundings,
Infact I love to idealize and advise,
But I like to talk only,
I don’t believe in actions,
Oh yes!
I am the vulgar Philosopher and adviser…
@@@@@@@@
I am the poor common man,
I see around myself,
I see much to my disliking,
But forget not,
I am just the poor common man,
Expect nothing of me,
For I work too hard,
To make my ends meet,
I have always compromised,
Litter that I see around isn’t hard to put up with,
I can contribute too,
For I have the habit of following,
Whatever I see around,
Oh yes!
I am the poor common man…
@@@@@@@@
I am the vain orator,
I talk to make people aware,
I come forward to make lengthy speeches,
But don’t be mistaken that I do that all round the year,
I talk for securing my vote-bank,
I talk but never comply,
Oh yes!
I am the vain Orator…
@@@@@@@@
I am the market saver,
Yes! I do save the Gutkha maket,
I chew Pan, supari, gutkha,
I chew it,
And then I throw it,
Every place possible,
None of the places should be spared,
It’s the prestigious stamp of the market saver,
Oh yes! Don’t forget my role is
Of utmost importance,
I am the market saver…
@@@@@@@@
This post is written for Indi- Happy hours…The Great Indian Litter Bug.
Ever seen The Great Indian Litterbug in action? Paan stained art in one corner and an overflowing bin in the next, Litterbugs are all around. Visit the site below and Send photos & cartoons on this Great Indian Litterbug problem to win! For details visit…


                                        
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