GB-8 TRUE LOVE IS NEVER JELOUS

The last guest blog. It was a very happy birthday !

BY  SUDEEP NAGRKAR, author 

There is always some madness in love, which makes you read the eyes of your love before even he utters a word. Shweta knew the answer before even Sushant asked. Sushant had come with lovely flowers and teddies just to propose Shweta for the wedding. He took a prettiest rose in his hand along with all the teddies and asked her “Will you marry me”. She couldn’t have found a better mate, so gorgeous, caring and easygoing. He had become her best friend in a shorter span of time and she knew in her heart that she loved him.

“Yes” She nodded positively.

A way of relief washed over his face, which followed with a long passionate kiss. The date of marriage was set on 10^th October. Shweta started to pick out cards for her marriage and the memories immediately flooded her heart. This was not the first time she was getting married. 2 years ago her first fiancé Rohit had died in a car accident only 2 months prior to her wedding date. She wondered if she would ever heal from that loss. She was merely 23 when this tragedy happened and her family and friends expected her to move on and date others, which she did. But marriage?

 For days, she kept thinking whether Rohit, the angel, would feel bad for her decision to marry someone else. Though he was not alive, they had shared a true bonding of love. She had once promised to be his one and only.

She removed a letter of Rohit from the shelf. With watery eyes, she started reading it.

I will trust you, nurture you and do all I can to make you content.

I will be there for you my sexy wife till the end of time.

I will always be yours until Death separates us apart.

Tired of crying she slept. However, she had taken a decision not just for her better life but also for her family, her friends and her well-wishers.

In morning prayers, she prayed, “Dear God please tell Rohit that you needed him and hence I have found a man who is caring and treats me wonderfully. Please tell him to forgive me. Tell him to forgive me for not keeping the promise. Tell him that somewhere in my heart, I still love him and he will be with me forever. But I need to move on.”

Days passed and she gradually started getting involved in Sushant who treated her like an angel. Her smile was back. Her life was back. Everyone around was happy as the marriage day approached nearer.

Photography- Mitul Lal
Model- Shweta Maheshwari

Just before the day of marriage, Shweta and Sushant decide to go for a late night drive without informing anyone. They decided to go in Shweta’s car. As the car smoothed away on the road, Sushant pushed his seat behind to relax his body. He looked down to find something strange. He bent down and took the shining thing in his hand. He found a necklace besides the sit. Shweta looked at him expressionless as she realized that the necklace was her birthday present from Rohit 2 years back. She had searched it everywhere but was unable to find. It was here in the car and now in the hands of Sushant.

“Wow this is beautiful, why don’t you wear it?” Sushant tenderly fastened the necklace given by Rohit around Shweta’s neck. She felt uncomfortable and explained who had given her the necklace. For a moment, Sushant just stared at the necklace. Shweta feared rejection and felt that her marriage would be broken one more time.

Photography- Mitul Lal
Model- Shweta Maheshwari

“You mind me wearing it?” Shweta whispered with a low tone.

“No. Now you can think that is a present from both of us.” He smiles. He indeed loved her truly and understood her situation.  

She knew that her prayer to hear from Rohit had been answered. She believed Rohit somewhere in heaven had accepted the relationship of hers with Sushant.

It has been 4 years for their marriage now, she still wears the necklace, and Sushant still loves her the same way he used to 4 years ago.

“True love is never jealous.”

Photography- Mitul Lal
Model- Shweta Maheshwari

GB-7 INSPIRATION

BY MAHESH THAKUR, actor

Inspiration is one side of an equation.

Friends, teachers, family, famous personalities sometimes even books and knowledge about the great men who have walked this planet inspire us.

But inspiration is just half of the conquest. Half of the effort. Inspiration needs to form the complete circle... Where you find the reason behind everything you do.Everything you stand for or believe.

The other side of the equation is finding "THAT" creative force in you. Which by itself inspires you, motivates you to achieve.Not just to succeed in what you strive for but.motivates you beyond reason to find the "Truth behind this illusion of life"

And this striving to seek by itself. Is a deep calling of your soul to unite with the great consciousness "GOD" unleash your creative self.Start Believing in yourself! 

Self inspiration a path to enlightenment!

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The night had just passed me by. I was covered in a warm blanket then., waiting for the sun to smile upon the earth once more so I could start my day once again.

How is it that I wait patiently for the next day to enjoy my freedom and at the same time let my vulnerable self get moved by other humans thought patterns? 

Is it because I view myself with limitations of a human existence even though I know beyond belief that I am more than just a human form!

As we walk this earth and interact with others.Let not the mortal form take command of your being. But your immortal true self be in the drivers seat.

For your immortal self will never give into the lower aspects of life but on the contrary it will paint your canvas of vision with purity to enjoy every moment Of your time here!

So welcome your higher self each day. To bring the desired change as for certain..You know more than what you do!

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Staring at the night sky watching the billions of stars gaze down at me,

The light from them which has taken billions of years to reach the earth to reach me for this moment Just for this moment. So I can't help but question this expanse., this infinite, this creation...

I have asked and ask again.Where did it all begin?  Why did it all begin?

Neither my intelligence, neither my beliefs and neither my borrowed knowledge from another can truly convince me of the answer.

The spirituality embedded in this grand design are like fancy jewels which you still have not been able to put a value to it.

Therefore I close my eyes and surrender to deep slumber.And dream a dream.

With this great satisfaction that I too am a jewel and the reason I live is cause of the WILL of this great expanse!

GB-6 HILAWI

The Fable

BY RITU LALIT, author

It was war time; the earth was in turmoil.  The air smelt of sulphur fumes.  Strange vile- coloured smoke billowed up to the sky.  It was a long time ago, the earth was young, and there were as yet no gods or demons – no devataas or daanavas.  The two warring armies were equally matched.  Some called them forces of light and dark, to others they were creative and destructive forces.  No side had won conclusively, and powers and names had not been acquired or assimilated.  An uneasy armistice prevailed.  It was whispered that the warriors were churning the ocean, using a huge turtle as base and a mountain as pivot. 

No one wanted to go near the beach, but the fourteen-year-old girl had no option.  She was a slave, and had been ordered to get turtle eggs and scorpion claw for her mistress, a renowned medicine woman.  She approached the beach, terrified for her safety and the life of her baby.  The sound of the giant churners was deafening, and no one noticed as she got closer. 

The girl hid behind some upright stones, and watched the scene wide-eyed.  It was true; these strange people were using what looked like a serpent to churn Tethys Ocean!  She crept closer, inching bit by bit to hide near a small boat tied nearby, and watched.  She shook her head decisively and murmured to the baby strapped on her back, “No, it can’t be a serpent.  They would have torn it apart if it were a serpent.  It’s just some thick rope made of something stronger than hemp.  Now don’t make a sound.”

She sat down in the sand to watch, slipping a piece of cotton dipped in honey into the mouth of her son to keep him quiet and gazed at the frantic activity.  The dull sound of stone grinding and the panting gasps of the warriors churning the waters drowned out any other sound.  The sound of grinding intensified in a few minutes to a deafening roar.  There was a flash of unnatural lightning as the waters churned harder.  A man arose in the choppy waves and he looked as though he was riding on a monstrously huge turtle.  The girl’s eyes widened.  She vaguely registered that the man on the waves was carrying something in his hands, but she could not get her eyes off the turtle.  Her baby stirred and she hushed it. 

There was a grinding crash as the mountain broke into bits, the trees rooted on it falling on each other and bursting into flames.  The waters turned murky; there was debris and the carcasses of animals floating on it.  The smoke darkened the sky, the mood of the warriors turned angry.  The uneasy truce broke.  She looked around for a safe way to retreat from what seemed to be turning into a war zone but could not.  There were skirmishes all around the shore.

She panicked, and wanted to flee, even endure another whipping from her mistress for not doing her bidding.  Just then, she saw a richly-dressed dark man run, chased by two taller and fairer men.  One of the pursuers threw a shiny disc-shaped weapon that decapitated the dark man.  She cowered, unable to tear her eyes off the head rolling in the sand and the blood.  All around her she could hear the ominous sound of metal against metal.  Trembling, she climbed into the boat, covering her baby and herself with her robes.  She lay there, still as a corpse, hoping that she would escape notice and live through the fight.

All around there were cries of pain, yells of blood lust, the groans and shrieks of the mortally wounded.  Her senses were assaulted by the sounds of metal clashing, the sickening crunch of bones being broken, the smell of burnt flesh, blood and dead things.  She desperately put her baby to her breast and willed it to keep quiet.   The fight was coming closer to her hiding place.

Creeping closer to the rope that was holding the boat in place, she took out a small knife from her pocket and cut the boat free with trembling hands.  The Tethys Ocean had just endured a lot of churning.  The currents were strong.  The boat got whipped by the peripheral current and bore the girl and her infant son far away from the place of her birth and her slave mistress.

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GB-5 BIRTHDAY CAKE FOR WRITERSPOINT

BY SECRET DIARY OF A KITCHEN GIRL, food blog

26th December'12- Writerspoint completes an year ! This journey has been a learning process and an attempt to discover my self.

Joining our celebrations for our first birthday, Secret Diary Of a Kitchen Girl decided to bake us cake. 

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HAPPY 1^st BIRTHDAY TO WRITERS POINT FROM SECRET DIARY OF A KITCHEN GIRL

This month on Secret Diary we are celebrating our friends at Writerspoint’s first Birthday. We want to congratulate them on their hard work and dedication to getting this far, and look forward to their future material.  To celebrate Writerspoint we have baked a Red Velvet Cake with Mascarpone Frosting. It’s a beautiful and colourful cake perfect; a guilty pleasure for all those sweet tooths out there.

I hope you enjoy it as much as we do here at Secret Diary

INGREDIENTS-

2 ¾ Cup Cake Flour, Sifted

¼ Tspn Salt

2 ½ Tblspn Cocoa Powder

140g Unsalted Butter, Room Temperature

1 ¾ Cup White Sugar

2 Large Eggs

1 ½ Tspn Vanilla Extract

300ml Buttermilk

2 Tspn Red food Colouring

1 1/4 Tspn Baking Soda

2 Tblspn White Vinegar

Mascarpone Frosting

250g Cream Cheese, Room Temperature

250g Mascarpone, Room Temperature

1 Cup Sifted Confectioners Icing Sugar

1 Tspn Vanilla Extract

150ml Cold Thickened Cream

METHOD-

Preheat Oven to 175 Degrees Celcius. Spray 2 x 15cm Baking Tin and line the bottom with parchment paper.

In a separate bowl, sift the flour, cocoa and salt and set aside.

In the mixmaster cream the butter for 1-2 minutes. Then, gradually add the sugar until it is light and fluffy. Add Eggs one at a time, beating for a minute after each addition. Add the Vanilla extract and beat until just combined.

In a small bowl mix the red food colouring in with the buttermilk.

On the lowest beating speed setting, alternate by adding the flour and then the buttermilk mixture until jsut combined.

In a small bowl mix the vinegar and baking soda and then quickly fold into the cake mixture. Divide between the 2 pans and bake in oven for 20-25 minutes or until just cooked. Cool the cakes for 5 minutes in the pan, before turning out onto wire rack.

Once cool put in the refrigerator for an hour.

To make the frosting, beat the cream cheese and mascarpone until soft and smooth. Then, add vanilla and icing sugar and beat until combined. Then add the cream and beat until combined.

Cut the cakes in 2, so you have 4 layers. Place on a plate and spread the frosting on each layer, like a sandwich. Then ice the rest of the cake. Best eaten on the day made, otherwise store in an airtight container for up to 3 days.

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BAKTE IT AND TELL US HOW IT WAS ! 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WRITERSPOINT