Thursday thoughts 28.8.14

Doodhmatiya, a small village near Ranchi. The villagers of this small village celebrate Rakshabandhan in a very beautiful way, Rakshabandhan or Rakhi that fell on 10.8.14 is a special day when sisters tie a thread to their brothers’s wrist and they take an oath to protect them.

The men and women of this villag tie these sacred threads to the branches of trees and take oath to protect them.

The result is beautiful, there village is surrounded by trees and birds and other animals.

Quite a lesson!

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Musegames on wednesdays 27.8.14

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“Look camel is coming!” he heard their subdued giggle.

The boys and girls of his own age made fun of him because he was too skinny, two tall and swayed a bit when he walked.

Twenty years later when he came down from his car he was still skinny, too tall and swayed a bit when he walked but no one smirked, everyone was staring at him with open admiration.

He was the only son of that village, that district who has been awarded Nobel.

Musegames on wednesdays 3.4.14

From the quill of femme sole (TWO) 25.8.14

Recently a woman from West Bengal was caught by cops for human trafficking.

Her modus operandi was quite fetching. She had two handsome accomplices. She used to befriend college going girls and then introduce the boy/s as her brother/s.

They used to trap and coax the girls to run away from home.

The rest is an apple pie in India.

Sometimes running away from home seems so movie like, movies present them in such romantic way, dont they? Hindu girl falls for Muslim boy, they run away, parents first become furious then accept. The only movie you can compare to most of the elopes these days is horror movies.

Once you run away, disgrace family it will be really tough for you to return without consequences, and that will be a leverage if your lover is not actually a lover.

These days too many scums are thrashing around in cupid’s garden, with or without accomplices like the aboe-mentioned case.

Believe me, if you go and interview the girls in brothels most of them will tell you something about running away from home or eloping!

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IN CASE YOU ARE INTRIGUED TO KNOW WHEN THE NEXT PART WILL COME UP WELL, IT WILL COME UP ON 25th OF EVERY MONTH.
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of men and beasts

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“Yes I know I should rather be spending some money on some orphanage or other destitute center.” she sniggered.

“Why am I wasting my money on dog and cat shelters?”

“Well let us say, tomorrow I stop spending a single dime on them and splurge my own hard earned money on myself they wont call me selfish, they wont hate me, they will remember me for what I have done for them in past.”

“Lunatic.” Her audience muttered after walking out of her door, she could not afford to make her angry heaven only knows when she might need some money!

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Thursday Thoughts 21.8.14

Who says all human beings are selfish, mean creatures always ready to kill animals that trespass in their world. Ahem… I almost believed that!

I was watching a cute program on national geographic on 12th august, it just turned my heart into marshmallow.

Honestly, no kidding.

The fisherment of Indonasia play with some strange creatures- wild whale sharks.

It was so fabulous to see them swimming with the whales, teasing them, riding on their back, feeding them, and above all counting them as good signs for their prosperity.

It was even more heartwarming because they have not been tempted by the greed of the price those innocent creatures will pay if they slaughter them.

I just hope and pray that after this bonding has been flashed all over media the poachers wont follow the trail.

For now, I just loved the way those poor fishermen showed the most beautiful trait of human beings love and kindness. it will stay in my heart for long, long time :)

Musegames on wednesdays 20.8.14

brontosaurus 12.8.12

There it was. Crossing the hedge, the huge dinosaur.

Her eight year old brain did not knew then that it was a herbivore. It might have trampled her to death but would not have eaten her.

She ran from room to room as it chased her, trying to catch her utilizing its long neck and open windows and doors of every room.

Then she ran into her brother’s room, her elder brother, there was a cot in his room and he was sitting on it.

She quickly crawled under it.

“There she is!” she heard him and woke up.

Musegames on wednesdays 3.4.14

specimen of Greed

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It was grazing happily. This was really cool! They no longer had to go waddling around the woods looking for them, all they had to do was hack into the transmitters that located them for wildlife study.

He targetted his gun.

He woke up in a strange land. The ground was pulling him like magnet. It was not earth.

Where was he?

Was he dreaming?

Then he heard someone talking, could not see it.

“This doctors is a specimen of greed, too much greed. You see it lives in earth, it has enough means to feed itself and its family still it goes around killing, sometimes kills an animal only for its horn, or another one for its teeth.”

“Now we will study it.”

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BRAGBOARD N TIPS 18.8.14

Hey…WILL YOU HELP ME ON SORTING OUT 100 OR SO POEMS/WORKS THAT I CAN COMPILE IN ONE/MULTIPLE EBOOKS?

No, you wont have to pick 100 of my works that you wont mind buying as an ebook, only few will be enough, as they will vary from one friend to the other i will get my hundred.

Apart from that, can you suggest how many should be compiled together for one book and how much will I name as price?

puhleeeeeeez…

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JUKEPOPSERIALS BULLETIN-

My first story there ( chapter 13 published on 18/8/14):

The Tower – https://www.jukepop.com/home/read/4601

second story :)

The strange island ( chapter 11 published on 18/8/14)

https://www.jukepop.com/home/read/4639

Harmony

Third story- Harmony (6th chapter published on 18/8/14)

https://www.jukepop.com/home/read/4675

Sorry for the misinformation, You will have to become a member before you read the stories, or else it will be a hunting ground for plagiarists i believe. So, if you love to read stories you can join, if you want to write stories and get them tested by “no nonsense” writers join, if you love to spend your extra money with poor, hungry writers join!

I cant earn a dime from there at present but will love to have your votes, as many as you can give after joining :)

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SMASHWORDS BULLETIN

After initial testing and downloading their guideline to get the ebook ready for being published I gave up! It is impossible to follow that guideline. I am not an expert in formatting such things.

Spending 40 dollars to get a book published… well its a tough game for me. So if I can manage to handle their formatting demands then it is ok or else sorry for me. :)

in case you are in smashwords, or you are interested to take a peek, here is my interview-

https://www.smashwords.com/interview/sermistabasu

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POTHI.COM

Now, the bad news at the end, I had an account in another ebook publishing site, pothi.com, they used to accept word files and convert them into ebooks without any fuss. Unfortunately back then I was not planning on ebooks, right now, I am quite certain to publish my poems as ebooks and see if they can win hearts…. so I tried to create a new account with them, they told me that they have sent me the password in my email id, heaven only knows which email id, because i did not get it.

Adamantly I went back and requested them for a new password- they again repeated the same message, password sent to your email id… ha and ha.

finally i contacted their support desk.

you know the answer…

LATEST NEWS:

Well their support desk responded and asked me to open a gmail account and open an account through that… will think about that.

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Wattpad
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Have joined Wattpad, sounded interesting and useful, will let you know about my experiences. In case you are there, my profile there is:

http://www.wattpad.com/user/sharmishthabasu

the thursday post critiques-story of this week is-up-in-etherealpaints-wordpress-com

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I have posted the Thursday post critiques in etherealpaints.wordpress.com – a flash fiction is there- please tell me if it is acceptable as flash fiction or not! be honest :)

I am trying my hands on flash fiction, will love it if you love them too! if no then tell me, I will try to improve.

Thursday thoughts 14.8.14

Well, we all know that outside earth is solarsystem then galaxy then what? Quite an interesting question, is not it?

The universe certainly ends somewhere, everything that starts, ends too… what is outside? baffling is not it?

This is one of the questions that have always triggered my wanderlust, my muse’s wanderlust I will say, she used to roam in planets with strangest creatures even before i gathered up the courage of writing.

if science fiction was not so overpopulated with brilliant brains I might have tried to share some of her dreams.

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Musegames on wednesdays 13.8.14

girl in sky boat 4.6.14

She was the daughter of king of magic. Every night she came out on her boat of moon, playing with the stars. Youth was upon her, she craved for her prince of dreams.

Every day, when she slept she dreamt of him, standing, hiding in the blazing sunlight, on the edge of the forest, where she lived, the magic woods, home of magical creatures.

She could see through him, the sunshine made him transparent. He never stepped into the woods, just stood there watching her?

Every night she wrote her loveletter and allowed a star to carry it away to him.

Musegames on wednesdays 3.4.14

my recent posts and wordpress blogs

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I often have one or more sticky posts that stay frigid while i keep adding fresh posts, sometimes my friends too get confused when they are looking for the new posts, well they are lined up in the right side column.

FOR REASONS KNOWN ONLY TO ITSELF THIS THEME SHRINKS JPG FILES/PHOTOS REFRESHING THE PAGE WORKS FOR MY COMPUTER, I HOPE AND PRAY IT WILL WORK IN YOUR COMPUTER TOO!

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the list of my blogs in wordpress:

1. Sharmishtha Basu’s Poetries: http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com : Mainly Poetries.
2. Thoughts: http://magicthought.wordpress.com : Stories mainly.
3. My cyber novels: http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com : novel, long stories, musings, cartoons etc
4. Window to my soul : http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com : mainly form poetry
5. Sharmishtha Basu : http://sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com : My haiku, piku, lanturne, tanka blog.
6. Ethereal heights: http://etherealheights.wordpress.com- Celebrating peace and beauty.
7. Earth in black and white: http://earthinbw.wordpress.com – The real world.
8. Colours and words waltz: http://coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com – poetry and paintings.
9. Daintypetals: http://daintypetals.wordpress.com – portfolio blog- no rigid contents.
10.And I dreamed….: http://andidreamed.wordpress.com – portfolio blog – again, no rigid contents.
11. Wing of dreams …: http://wingofdreams.wordpress.com – story blog dedicated to small stories.
12. ethereal paints…: http://etheralpaints.wordpress.com – stories mainly, smaller ones are tried.

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4 and 9 are partially private, shared with those who are interested to read my blabberings, if you want to read do leave a message here, dont click the button supplied by wordpress, the results dont reach me… I will send you the invitation in the email id attached to your comment.

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JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER WRITER UNDER THE STARS I TOO DREAM OF MY WORKS GETTING PUBLISHED. SO IN CASE YOU THINK MY WORKS ARE WORTHY ENOUGH PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTACT ME AND MAKE ME ONE HAPPY PERSON.

My hotmail ids are acting haywire so DONT WRITE ME ANY MAILS IN sharmishthabasu@live.in :)

one thing wont surprise me, that will be if some is using that email address, because even though i quite correctly filled up the form supplied by hotmail it bluntly said that the informations are not accurate, so, chances are high that someone hacked in and changed the information. I have finally called it quits and have CLOSED TWO OF MY HOTMAIL ACCOUNTS, ONE IS THIS ONE.

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MY ONLY FB ACCOUNT FOR FRIENDS

and in case you dont already know, i have joined facebook this february and my address there is facebook.com/sharmishtha.basu.50 – my doors are always open for friends. if you feel something is missing there, that is your invitation has been mishandled or something weirder do let me know!!! here. you can try my new email id in yahoo too- sermistabasu@yahoo.co.in

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DPS 23.3.13

THANK YOU FROM THE DEEPEST DEPTH OF MY HEART TO ALL OF THOSE WHO THINK ME WORTHY OF THESE BEAUTIFUL THINGS. I HOPE YOU WILL FORGIVE MY SHYNESS TO SHOW THESE OFF!

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sharmishtha basu
1.3.14

Some other stories & posts in other blogs

spr 2.2.13

Dear Son,

So many times you asked me about the places I go to visit when I am away on my trips. But I never answered you. Well, if you want to know… I can show you the way.

But beware, if you dont practice caution you may never come back to your home.

I have left you a diary and a key. They will reach you any day now…

I have left the instruction to post them to you in case I am not reporting to them for more than six months, so, I must be either dead or lost. If I am dead I hope I dont have any consciousness, or else I will be missing this world so much, if I am lost, come find me.

with all my blessings.
dad.

He folded the letter back to the envelope. Its been more than six months, his father has packed and left. He was a journalist with a science channel, often he went out on his own to investigate or with his team to work. So, not seeing him for months at a stretch was not a surprise for Jay, but this letter, that reached him yesterday made him call everyone his father knew and they all drew blank, no one had any clue where he was.

A small box arrived that very afternoon. The box was antique, it seemed it was carved from some unknown stone. He has never seen anything like that in his whole life, It looked like a crystal, the only thing was he has never seen a crystal that huge, that could carve a 6 inch x 6 inch box, about another six inch high in it. A beautiful oval shaped box.

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He opened the box with eager hands.

There was a key inside it. A key made of the same crystal, apart from that there was another note.

Dear son,

think deeply, if you decide to move forth, join a journey of adventure use this key to open the locker in my reading desk.

the drawer you always wanted to see inside but never could. There is a diary. First read it, then use the set of keys there.

May your heart be your guide.
affectionately yours,
your father.

He quickly went upstairs and opened the drawer. His father was right, he has tried to open it so many times when he was a kid. Waiting for a single chance when his father might leave the key by mistake. But he never did.

There was a diary inside it, as promised and a set of keys made out of crystal, but every key had each own colour, he counted, there were twenty keys in total.

He locked the keys back in the drawer and took the diary to his bed.

The first page said-

We are the descendants of one of the greatest sorcerers that world has ever known. It is believed that our ancestor thousands of years ago created a world of magic beautiful and evil both. That was so powerful that it took generations to capture them and close them behind doors that kept them inside by spells.

The following generations used those realms as training arenas.

Then came our times, we the ones without any magical power, with only one hunger- hunger for wealth and adventure. So many has lost their lives behind those doors. Yet I will go… and every time I can return I will share the stories ….

In the end his father’s name was signed.

He turned the next page.

The red door –

I turned the key into the hole and the door opened. There was a small ante room before another door. In that room there was a cloak and a ring, and a letter.

My son, if you are following my footsteps, do not forget to keep the ring, cloak and the letter back there for your son.

So, I picked up the letter and started reading it. It was not actually one letter, I could see a huge stack lying beside, seems every man has left one after coming out of the room, for his son. Dont worry, the paper stack and inkpot keeps replentishing itself. Feel free to use.

Now, my son, the cloak will make you air, for it is a scary world inside for sure, it is the easiest one too. I wont spoil the surprises, just remember two things- the cloak will turn you into air, and if you are hungry or thirsty then you will have to open it to eat or drink, that is to use your body you will have to open it, but beware, it is a land filled with dangers. If you feel trapped, scared or tired rub the ring in your palm twice, you will come back to this room.

I passed six months in this realm. With priceless memories.

With much love,
your loving father.

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He placed the diary down on his bedside table.

What was behind those doors…. he wondered. What lured men so much, that they ignored the fear of death. But above all, where was the gate to the place that lead to those worlds? He laid there watching the ceiling, trying to sleep but could not.

He threw away the covers and turned on the light. He picked up the diary and as if in answer to his questions a letter fell.

A sealed letter in his name.

He opened it and started reading instantly.

Dear son,

Open the same drawer from which you found the diary, you will have to locate the lever that will open the panel at the back, there is another key and the direction to the gateway.

Wish you the very best. But my son, dont forget to read my diary entries and letters about the rooms before you enter them.

Wish you a long and happy life.

With love and blessings,
your father.

He scrambled downstairs and opened the drawer, after minute search he located the lever, the compartment opened, it had a sealed envelope inside it.

He opened the envelop, there was a map with clear directions and two sets keys, one was normal- appeared like house keys, the other was very extraordinary- very beautiful, it was folding, when he completely opened it it measured somewhere around 1 feet by six inches, it was made of metal, with a fire coloured phoenyx as its main body, the bird was an exquisite work of art.

he folded it back and concentrated on the map.

He packed up for the trip next day, because it will take him to a small island in Andaman, owned by his family for generations- a fact he came to know just now. His father never even mentioned it. But he could see why he taught him all sorts of sports and driving every possible vehicle, starting from small ships to helicopters and small plane. He knew scuba diving and mountaineering. He was not even in his thirties…

He boarded a plane to the airport named in the directions, from there he was supposed to take HIS boat, that was in HIS house there. He thought he knew his father … he never thought he had so many secrets!

He reached his house in port blair, it was a lovely little beach house. His boat, a small and very sturdy schooner was lying in the harbour, meticulously maintained by the man who took care of the house and their small property there.

There was another thing in that sealed envelope, a bracelet, with his name carved on it, he was supposed to wear it on his arm, from the day he arrived at Port Blair, and after that for the rest of his life.

The name of the man who took care of their property was Marx, he was somewhere in his sixties but was very well built and extraordinarily handsome. If Bodhisatva was of jealous type he might have gotten jealous of his looks at that age, he was more attractive than Bodhi.

“So you are heading for the island?” Marx asked.

“Yes.” Bodhi answered, “Have you ever been there?”

“None but the descendants of your family can place their foot on that island. Better beware of that fact young master.” Marx chuckled.

“Where are you from…? around here?” Bodhi asked.

He nodded in disagreement. He seemed an amicable but silent man, and Bodhi never bothered people who preferred silence so they had their dinner early and both retired to their chambers. He could see from the arrangements that his father treated Marx as equal so he treated him like his father’s brother.

He passed a restless night.

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the rest is in earthinbw.wordpress.com

IF IT INTRIGUES YOU, THEN YOU CAN CHECK OUT THESE PAGES TOO :)

earthinbw.wordpress.com/a-little-bunch-of-stories/
magicthought.wordpress.com/long-stories-collection/
magicthought.wordpress.com/special-short-stories-collection/
etherealpaints.wordpress.com/some-long-stories/

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Have a wonderful weekend and time ahead my dear friends, wish you a fabulous time ahead.

lots of love.

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As you all know I have made daintypetalsofwords.wordpress.com and window2mysoul.wordpress.com private, if you want to read these blogs let me know, i will send the invitation to the email id that i get when you post a comment, do let me know if you get it, if not i will send again and again till you do.

Clicking the option that wordpress provides you wont work, for some reason those requests are not forwarded to me, leave a comment here mentioning the blog/s you want to read and I will invite you, let me know if you face some complication!

Dont be scared, there wont be many posts there, just one or two each week, and they will be quite seriously written, may be quite blunt and harsh…fair warning!

The others are in their usual places,
sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com; coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com; etherealheights.wordpress.com; etherealpaints.wordpress.com; earthinbw.wordpress.com; magicthought.wordpress.com; mycybernovels.wordpress.com; andidreamed.wordpress.com; wingofdreams.wordpress.com

andidreamed.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-stories-10-7-14/
mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/musegames-on-wednesdays-9-7-14/
mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-scribbling-10-7-14/
magicthought.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/musegames-on-wednesdays-9-7-14/
magicthought.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-thoughts-10-7-14/
mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-pages-10-7-14/
earthinbw.wordpress.com/2014/07/11/friday-fury-11-7-14/
earthinbw.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-blog-10-7-14/
etherealpaints.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/the-thursday-post-critiques-10-7-14/
etherealheights.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-seven-10-7-14/
coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-pedagogy-10-7-14/
sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-paints-10-7-14/
wingofdreams.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-fun-n-frolics-10-7-14/

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