The Silver Valley Rafter ...

There is a place deep within the confines of The Great Grand Canyon .... No one has ever seen it ... no one has been able to discover it ... They call it the Silver Valley.

Legend has it that Only one lone Ranger crossed all hurdles to reach that Place and made it his home ... The Rafter.

An Old Injun saying makes him the legend that he has become .... The Rafter ... they say that he was kind and gentle yet a bounty hunter. He crossed the River of No Return and braved the rapids upstream to reach Silver Valley and decided to make it his home rather than ravage the beauty by mining.

There are folk lore of the Indians .... from days of yore of how he fell in love with an orphaned Indian Girl and married her and they lived happily ever after in Silver Valley.

More astonishing is their death. They died together ... hand held fast and lying in their wedding finery after five decades of holy matrimony.

Many brave came and went , they never found the valley ever again ... buried deep within the Grand Canyon lies a beautiful world of shine and sunshine untouched by anyone ever again. They say the spirit of the Rafter awaits one of pure heart to allow them entry to the Silver Valley.

A beautiful Valley awaits the entry of true lovers ... True  to their nature and Nature lovers for the pristine environs of the Silver Valley.

Banke ki Mansha kya thi? Just another Prized Possession?

Well, what was in his mind that he followed her and trapped her in his net?

No one knows ... Only Banke knows.

Sameekshaa confronted him with the Mansha issue. Who is this Mansha, that you are so close to?
 He said, Oh! She is no one just another Twitter follower for Time pass. She means nothing to me. You are my Cutie Beauty. Come in my arms, let me hug you. Don't be so insecure, I am only here for you.

Poor Sameekshaa, she believed all his lies and went weak. She believed him and his white lies about his career and family , she opened up and told him all about herself. A weakness Bankelal became for Sameekshaa, she stopped going to work ... all day long and night she would be with him. Whenever she questioned him about his flirting with Mansha and Shikha, he said they were nobody just Twitter followers. She believed every lie he told her. She stopped eating just waiting upon him.

People wondered what had gone wrong ... she didn't say. To this day, she is waiting somewhere within an  Iron exterior , waiting for him to turn back and say, I never cheated you Sameekshaa but reality is something else. He cheated on her all along. She was just another prized possession.

People ask her , why don't you sleep? She laughs it off...how can she say that she still waits for the Return of Chandra Shekhar Pati Tripathi. The man who disappeared into the oblivion.

She smiles a fake smile .... feigning happiness whereas all that she encompasses within her dainty self is painful ache of her Truth.

Why did she tell the Truth? It was beautiful till it lasted.


>>> To be continued #TrollersBook

Tables turned on a Conman ...

Imagine A Conman conned into believing and then disbelieving that he can be hurt in his own Game plan.  It happened  and a fact, he is sore about it and hurting as he didn't believe anyone could really turn the tables on him. When the tables turned he was like a cowering Hyena not knowing where to run to. he hid, then came out of hiding with another plan, much vicious than before but the Lair wasn't enough to save him and he was caught in his own net.

He thought he could ensnare Sameekshaa in his net and play with her feelings for a while and move on , little knowing that Sameekshaa his 'Cutie Beauty' was well aware of all his lies and intentions. She played along... all night long , all those nights while he fell in the trap and revealed his self ... another lie ... another white lie about himself.

All those lovey dovey conversations... sleepless nights in his virtual arms... She forgot who she was. She became the character she was portraying. She became one with him. She became His and that was the turning point.

She couldn't lie to him if she really loved him . Right? So, one night , she mustered the courage to brace herself against his wrath when she would reveal her identity to him. She did , and he flared up. Instead of appreciating the honesty, he felt cheated. the Cheat felt cheated. She was aghast ... he didn't love Sameekshaa at all. Not for a moment. All he was doing was trapping just another innocent girl in the name of love and false promises.

She retreated in to her shell to regain her composure and face him . A face off was needed. He was not ready to see the truth and irony of his existence. To this day he remains defensive whereas all she did was what he is doing even today and conning the rest of the World.


---->>> To be Continued #TrollersPark

That Moment When ...

That Moment when ...
You so lovingly removed that twig from my hair ...
I looked into your eyes ...
All I saw was Love ...
I knew it ...
No one can love me as much ...
That was the closest ...
I have ever ...
Been near you ...
But, Still ...
I Love you.

I couldn't believe it ...

When you said ...
Let's go house hunting ...
Your house ...
Yet you wanted me there ...
For my opinion....
I felt enamoured ...
It was so much fun ...
Looking up flats ...
Together with you ...
So much importance ....
I love you.

The other day ...
When you rushed up to greet me ...
Gosh! I lost my breath ...
I was surprised ...That you would rush up ....
To meet me ...
I couldn't contain my joy.

I can't look you in the eye ...
Lest you see my love ...
For you there ...
So I always look away ....
I don't want to tell you ...
I love you ...
For I don't want to ....
Ever lose you.

I never let you see my emotional side ...
You see me as Strong...
Yet you are my weakness ...
Oh How I wish ..
I could profess my love ...
My feelings to you ...
But, I can't ....
I don't want to lose you.

Just one random act ....
The twig incident ,,,,
Brought in the realisation ...
That I love you.

There's no one at the Top ...

It is lonely at the top ..
There is no one at the Top ...
One goes through trials and tribulations...
To reach a destination ...
The train journey ends ...
At a Station...
At the top ..
Where there is none to share the happiness ...
Of having reached the End.It is lonely at the Top ...
When you look behind ..
There is no one there ...
All left behind in living a life of your choice ...
No one at all ...
Just an eerie silence follows you ...
Ghosts of the past come up...
And whisper in your ear ..
This is what you chose ...
And, You look ahead and smile ...
Yeah! This is what I chose ..
No one but me at the Top ....
I smile a cynical grin ...
There's no one at the Top ..
Just me .. An Evil Grin spreads across my lips ...
And I move on further still ..
Amongst the clouds ...
All by myself.

It is lonely ...
But, I like my space ...
I love my solitude.

Blast it ...

Damn these Politicos that are ruining the lives of countless for their whims of fancies.

The blast in one of the Submarines has hit it hard... they are close to my heart .. The Naval servicemen. I grew up amongst them. I know what a hard life the families have to lead when the Bread earner is away for long periods of time and now No More.

My heart is heavy and there is an anger unfathomable for the loss of lives due to negligence.

No more can I ever say that I am proud to be an Indian.

Let me begin with a Colourful Character ... From #TheBookOfTrolls

Is This Really Master Saab alias Bankelal ? Good Question!

He goes by the name ... the very personification of the name BankeLal ... meaning a man with a Flirtatious character. The Twitter handle name @master_saab popularly known as Bankelal as Big B supposedly knows him as... an addict who is constantly on Twitter telling people he is a Teacher in some school in Uttar Pradesh. He ensnares and traps women with sweet words and guides them towards DMs ... yes, Direct Messages from where his game begins.

Bankelal alias Master Saab or Latest Dr. Chandru , a Scholar and Physicist from France for Girls in DM s and Gtalk and rediffmail. Name it and the guy has numerous ids to fake a love and profess to the unsuspecting members of the opposite sex.

When a sting operation was done to expose his truth, he turned around and cast aspersions on me with frustrated gusto. But guess what all that he said is well documented to catch him red handed on the job.

Now, what is the truth about this character? Is he really Chandru or just another jobless youth looking for trapping a rich girl for a nice life ahead. I have never known Scientist and Scholars to find time to be online on Social Networking sites for 20 hours a day. When would they perform their experiments? Right?

A Teacher on Twitter all the time? When does he go to School to Teach?

A jobless youth with a way with words . Yes! A con man indeed.

Sharing some footage from my very private conversation with this so called character >>>


"I am a very private person, who keeps his personal life away from people on Twitter, who come here only for Time pass..." Dude! What are you doing on Twitter then? I question.



Why are people hiding their identities ? Why can't they show their true selves and still do whatever they are doing behind masks and fake names? Why even fake everything about your existence?



More on this colourful being in the Next Blogpost under #TheBookOfTrolls

...And, The Story goes like this ...

Sometime around four years ago, a mind at unrest decided something had to be done to put it to rest. And, lo behold! The idea to write the anecdotes of alter lives people live came to mind.

And, The Social Networking Site 'Twitter' was the feeding ground for the beast within the Grey matter of that individual. A place where people frustrated from the daily grind of their monotonous lives lead an alternate life under fake handles as the Twitter identity is termed. Some use it productively to enhance the quality of their staid laid back lives. Some use it to improve their bank balances by conning people especially bored housewives and young girls new on Twitter. Failed people in Real lives making various handles and talking to themselves via those handles. Fun indeed watching a man talk to his own alternate handle as another individual.

It is fun to watch or as in Twitter vocabulary 'Troll' these people, read their Time Lines and their open lies. Fun to watch them make tall statements against the Government and eminent personalities but themselves leading lives of Lies.

These men and woman who have no individuality of their own. No sense of good and bad, pass judgments on others as if they are an authority on Human Psychology.

So, remain glued to the post to read each individual's life story , their reality and alternate life on Twitter ....

#TheTrollBook