Wednesday, April 24, 2013

MADE EASY COMPREHENSION FOR COMPETITIVE EXAMS



I can’t remember much of the night when you kissed me and made me feel that it was going to last forever. However, that kiss made you top my selection list, you got straight A. The summer mosquitoes and the unfailing tangy smell of the garbage around made the young lover in us realise that we are indeed romancing in a developing country. Do you remember the way Auntyjis and Unclejis stared at us with a condescending look?  Indeed, they were jealous for we were fast learners unlike them; they were born to irritate the Director with 1000 imperfect shots. But, tonight I am all alone on the bridge where you kissed me for the first time. The number of mosquitoes has increased, the smell is stronger than usual, Auntyjis and Unclejis are minding their own business, maybe they are more interested in addition than subtraction. The barking of the dog has become louder than expected; wait a minute, where did the dog come from?

                                       Question: What is the crux of the passage?
            a.   Romance is difficult in a developing country
            b. Older generations do not know what romance is.
            c. The author is comparing her lost love to a barking dog.
            d.  The author wants to show the complexities of love, hence ended the passage in an interrogative note.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

POULTRY ROMANCE


What is a 'poultry romance'?


That an ambivert girl like me can never like a shy guy like you. 


That a shy guy like you can never confess your fondness for me.


That a cautious girl like me can never tell a lonely guy like you that she is single. 


That a lonely guy like you can never tell me that all this while you were waiting for me. 


That I am stubborn to admit, but I do feel …what you feel.

Monday, March 11, 2013

RAW ARK


Intro: I hardly go unnoticed in the hustle bustle crowd of Delhi. I was called Chinki (nowadays after the fine and imprisonment declaration I hear them calling momos instead of Chinki) and they could speak words in nasal tone just as to imitate the people belonging to specific regions.

   There was a time when there was no ladies’ coach in Delhi Metro, and thus, begins this story.

It was monsoon; my brother (who is now in the US) came to Delhi to pay me a visit. The shopping was fine, the food did not give him any stomach infection, and, as usual, he did not have good opinions about this city. We boarded the metro, our destination was Rajiv Chowk (CP), the coach was overcrowded; it was difficult to breathe but easy to smell the rotten and golden. A man (I have to describe you what he was wearing, he was in tight yellow pants, pink ultra tight T-shirt and pointed black leather shoes which meant that he was super horny. In fact, he looked like a pirated version of Power Rangers) started calling out, “Samsung, Samsung.” I was sure he did not mean to say that he was using a Samsung android phone, it was a clear indication that he was in a mood to tease me because he had an erection problem. I hardly lose my cool, but that day after seeing his puberty went wrong type of face, I was charged up, I said, “What does Samsung mean?” He became defensive and without any shame, he yelled, “I just came from Thailand and my friend’s name is Samson.” By the way, his friend was a distorted replica of Shakti Kapoor; he kept on smiling at me and it made me all the angrier. There was heated exchange of words, I started to speak in Ao Naga dialect, Nagamese and English (shifted between English and American accent) and Hindi and Spanish and French and Korean and Italian and Martian language.  At that time, the only wish I had was to make him extinct. Most of the passengers were having a gala time listening to our fights (so typical of the usual public). My brother did not come in between as I told my him that I could handle it and that it was necessary for my self-development. The fight continued till we reached Rajiv Chowk, the minute I got down from the metro I turned  towards him and said, “ To be continued…” The second part of the fight is still on, but I guess I do not have to wait for it to come as the game is on and every minute a woman of mighty courage and an untamed spirit is fighting that fight for me. 

New Post

 Coming soon!