Random Strokes

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Go to Part I He jumped the backyard wall and slowly walked ahead. The back door of kitchen was double locked so he went for the upside down sliding glass window and entered in. After stepping up the stairs for next few moments, he was in Emily’s bedroom. Emily’s innocent face was reflecting the rays of mast lights diffracted through the glass wall of balcony. He got nearer to her, pulled the knife out and raised it in air. “I won’t leave her…” Sound played in the ambience. “She wasted my life. Now she has to pay for her deeds. She too got to reach where her sister is. I won’t leave her.” The lights turned on. “Hold on Kurt…” Derick entered in the room. Emily opened her eyes. Henry and Alfred came out from the behind. “What the…” Kurt shocked looking at them. “Hell…” Henry finished his sentence. “Is straight ahead for you now…” “Drop that knife Kurt.” Derick said. “Game is over.” “Uncle…” Emily said. “I know him…” “Yes, you do.” Derick repl

“Weekends are as refreshing as white sand beaches here.” Henry said while gearing car to the top gear. Traffic was not much on highway because of late night. They were driving back from Rostock to Munich. “We never have weekends Henry.” Derick replied with his heavy voice. “Some jobs aren’t time lined and we should respect that thing. Doctors, Fire fighters, Police all are sort of…” By the time his cell rang. “Mr. Jefferson…” A girl was there another side. “Elvira…” Derick identified her voice vacillating. “You seem tensed.” “I just had a premonition Mr. Jefferson.” She said reluctantly. “I had seen my death.” “What…?” Derick couldn’t believed his ears. “Elvira…” “I know it’s difficult to hear what I’m saying.” She said. “But someone gonna kill me tonight. I had seen my death in front of my eyes, my last premonition ever…” “Don’t panic Elvira.” Derick said. “We have just left from Rostock so will be there tomorrow morning but I’m calling Alfred. He’ll be

As I had promised earlier in post #15: KMA - Can never be criticized..., here comes The making of Kuchh Manziley Aisy... KMA here after, which is, logically third but our first film that was made especially for a film festival. As in post #15: KMA - Can never be criticized..., I’ve already discussed many of the issues, we’ll move directly towards the shoot in this. The story of KMA, unlike I Might Did It, was much focused on two characters Erick and Ishita only and therefore, had freshness in spite of a heavy, serious and motivational subject for students. The only aim was to maintain that freshness on screen also and that’s why we had selected Mr. and Miss College for the main lead. On the very first day, we had opted to shoot the broke up scene of Erick and Ishita at the parking area of our Engineering College, and the peon roaming nearby had started troubling us. He came, he saw and he conquered. Not precisely like that, but he asked us to meet the principal once. And being the D

Disclaimer: The post is totally fictitious and resembles no real interview. Hello, Aadaab, Vanakkam, Salaam Namaste. Your favorite host Shashvat Welcomes you all in Independence Day special episode of yours favorite show Face 2 face with Shashvat Saxena. Interlude Drum As always, first thing first and that’s the question. What is the phenomenon that took place every year on 15 th of august that won’t happen this time? Keep thinking. And coming back to show, today, before a day of 15 th august, we have a very special guest. Former Minister of External affairs of India, former minister of defense of India, former Deputy Chairperson of the Planning Commission of India and current Finance Minister of India. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Pranab Mukherjee. Interlude Trumpet, with clapping. SS: Welcome to our show sir, Kamina chhe. Pranab: What? SS: I mean Kamon Achen, Kamon Achen… Pranab: Oh, I’m fine. SS: Sir we have called you for the special

You can perhaps rewrite your destiny… but never on paper. (Unless you are using a pencil, but no one likes to write his/her destiny with pencil. All opt for darkest marker to make sure that their written can’t be erased.) So, when there’s something already written on your page, either you have to strikethrough it (Check-chak in Gujarati) which will waste and make your current and future writing both unreadable or just you have to go for… Blank Pages…! Hope you have got the point of order, coz I hate elaborate the matters that should have been sensed. Still with no other option (the truth is I have to make the article long enough for consideration) I am going ahead with the stated idea, coz you never know when An Idea may change your life. Life always runs in a single direction. There’s nothing like coming back. When you travel to point B from A, you never return to point A. You just actually travel once again from point B to A. In the above manner, after performing an act of writin

Writing my next post under Casual category, but I guess, friends can never be categorized casually. So on this friendship day, let’s recall the most uncasual (grammatically a wrong word but it’s irreplaceable with formal.) part of your life, the amazing ghosts of your life… Friends, without whom, your life is worth a ghost house. It’s really difficult to write on the simplest element of your life. Friends are those with whom you dare to be yourself without any kind of fear. It’s not that I’m promoting here but they are like my friend Mehul’s blog name, ‘Simply Complicative…’ They always claim to protect you after hitting you enough. They insist to solve your problems after creating some for you. They are the ones with whom you love to cry then laughing alone. They are another you… Friends. It’s again not that I’m promoting here but friends are like my another friend, Darshan’s blog name ‘Neet-Vasant’ and my sis Foram’s blog name ‘FORever blossAM’ too. They keep your life aromatic w