22 August, 2011

The Search...

Rushing out of the area, Rebecca came to a shanty town.There were makeshift homes made of asbestos sheets, a few trailers parked in the narrow alleyways and homeless people puffing smokes in the morning.They seemed to notice her at first but clearly showed a lack of interest.She needed a payphone and some money to get away.First, she took her cellphone out of her bag, took out the sim card, batteries and threw them in a drain. Next she threw the phone in a garbage can.She looked around for a payphone in the little shops that dotted an alley of the shanty town.Finally, after a long time of searching she found one.She took out her wallet and found some coins.She remembered Danny's number.He was a toxicologist from Ukraine who was freelancing in Russia.She dialed his number, got his machine.
There were sounds of men running behind her...Rebecca kept the phone down and went deeper inside the alley.The children playing outside their huts stopped to look.She tried to go as fast as she could, but her foot slowed her down.After plodding for fifteen minutes through narrow alleyways, she finally came to a side street.The traffic hadn't started yet.She saw a taxi and hauled it down.
'Take me to the airport' , she told the driver.Settling herself in the back,Rebecca opened her wallet.She did not have much money left and using her credit card or ATM was not an option.She decided she would try to call Danny from the airport and alert him too.She probably would have to take the train or the bus and go hiding in the countryside , she thought, but no concrete plans were yet forming in her clouded, tired mind.
Meanwhile, Vladimir was fuming.The girl had indeed gotten away.His phone rang.The call that he dreaded but knew was unavoidable...it had finally come.
"How are we?"...a commanding voice said on the other side.It was Maya, Azov's personal assistant. She sounded angry, just like Vladimir imagined Mr. Azov to be right now.
"We will find her, she won't be gone for long, we will trace her, just give me a few hours", she kept the phone aside for a while and said something.Vladimir knew who it was.He hoped for a favourable reaction.
Maya came back on the line, "You have three hours.Finish the job".He heard the phone bang on the other side.
He looked around. The place was a sea of huts with people who had not seen a decent meal in ages.It was full of narrow lanes and dark corners.She could be anywhere.This was going to be difficult than he earlier thought......



15 August, 2011

On the run...2

She landed with a mild thud, which she hoped the men had not heard.Her ankle had sprained.Looking up she thought she saw someone peeking from the terrace.A chill ran down her spine, she slid slowly under the ledge, hoping they would not see her.She opened her little handbag and took a much needed swig of water . It was cold, but she could feel the beads of sweat trickle down her brow.She tried to stand by taking the support of the wall.She had to be out of here real quick.If she just found the right way out, she could easily make her way out unnoticed out of this abandoned industrial complex that was her home for about three weeks since the unfortunate discovery.


The men on the terrace were frustrated and angry.Their leader Vladimir, a former KGB agent now working for Azov Enterprises as a security head, was fuming.The girl had escaped from right under his nose.On getting the tip from one of his field operatives, he had set out to find Rebecca with five of his best men. She had to be terminated if he wanted to keep his reputation and his job.Mr. Azov was a generous employer and equally vicious as well.
The heir of a small mining and oil business, he had turned around the company and made it into a billion dollar business empire with interests from Siberia to Alaska and some newly acquired interests in the Australian iron ore business.One of the biggest employers in the remotest places of the country, politicians had made millions by ignoring what he wanted them to.

All this would change if that young stubborn exchange student from America decided to have her way.

13 August, 2011

On the run

Rebecca ran onto the terrace.She saw the maze of pipes.The people following her were closeby. She could here the light thumps of the footsteps on the concrete stairs.She hurried her pace running through the pipes,avoiding hurdles and jumping and ducking under the water tanks.She turned to see how close they had come.Just then her foot got stuck in some metal knob and she lost her balance landing on her hands .Gathering herself quickly, she hid behind a wall.She checked her forehead for any cuts.There were none, but she was sure to have bruised her cheek or her forehead with the impact.

It had been three months since she had been on the run.Getting to know the secrets of the evil Society was not exactly her plan, but while researching for her college project she just happened to stumble on them.The problem was when 'they' realised that she knew.She peeped a little, saw two men with guns drawn out, looking under the tanks.A third man was instructing someone on his walkie talkie.Rebecca had to leave the building before they surrounded all the exits.Their black coats and leather gloves reminded her of the dead Kings from Lord of the Rings.Only here no ring held the power nor was there any Gandalf to save her.She was on her own.


The men were approaching fast.She had to think quick.Looking around, she saw an old metal ladder, it went right down to the landing on the building's first floor.Hauling herself over the edge, she planted her left foot on the top step.With a prayer on her lips, wishing that her little rusted saviour wouldn't give away or creak she settled her right leg on it and began her descent.She dared not look below.The men were directly above from where she was climbing down.She realised that she had to hurry.Sliding down the last five six steps, she balanced herself on the landing.

Rebecca looked around, the ladder taking her down was broken.She had no option but to jump.It was cold.She was already hurt....

23 July, 2011

Simple :

All of us think that life isn't easy..but I think we are the only ones who make it complicated.We always want what we do not get, we always want what someone else has...the grass is always greener on the other side.

If we just put in our best and be satisfied with what we get, life would be much happier..
But then again, is it possible..!!!



hazaaron Khvaahishen aisii ki har Khvaaish pe dam nikale
bahut nikale mere armaaN lekin phir bhii kam nikale.... :)

13 July, 2011

Silent Prayer

I was happily working in office...just wen I heard people buzz near the reception area....
There had been blasts in the city..I was so worried...had to keep my cool.

I called up my family to see if they were okay.Luckily cellphone networks co-operated....
I am glad to be alive.These things make us realise that we may b dere , alive dis minute..but God knows where next and how... :(
I have a silent prayer for God..

Death is certain,but let that not be,
When I am discovering, life with glee,
The cold embrace,the dreadful gaze,
Just the thought leaves me in a mortifying haze...


I want to see summers,spring and rain,
Life's bounties,even the pain,
The beauty,the beast,the dark, the light,
Its too early to pass into the night.

God bless..be safe...

11 July, 2011

M back...and lovin it..!!

Hey friends,its so good to be back....have been missing all of u ....


Yesterday I wasn't feeling too good...had to sleep thru the day...a few good lines came to my mind...


Layin in my bed , drinking lovely wine,
Feelin' happy, heady and fine....
Just realised....maybe..maybe...
You were never really mine...


(ok..now close ur eyes and imagine Mariah Carey singing those lines...simply wonderful...innit!!)

15 August, 2010

19.Evils continued...

Happy Independence Day folks...the most important day of our life happened when most of us weren't even born..but that does not reduce its importance.So as we all celebrate Independence Day let us also learn to respect it..

The three evils of our life give us a lot to think about...but in life when we think of freedom , independence..its also about emotional freedom as much as it is about political freedom.
It happens a lot that we never gain emotional freedom...

Our mind and thoughts and feelings are controlled by others ...that is by how others make us feel.

Take my case for example...hmm...I must not let any "stranger"!! control how I feel...well..nobody should....

Each one of us has a beautiful mind and an intelligent brain..we shud think and feel ourselves...there will be many others who will want to make us feel bad..but our heart and head are all ours so we shud atleast try to control our own feelings and not give someone else the reins of the chariot..
So folks..here's to emotional freedom..lets fight for it.!!!!