Moving on....

Hey Guys!

Have moved on to a new blog with a new look and feel. Do come over to experience the new...

Thank you all for giving me this opportunity to express myself. I feel enriched by your stories and am leaving with the good fortune of having been acquainted with wonderful bloggers and your amazing stories!

I wish you happiness forever, though I would also be glad to have you visit me at oldfox004.blogspot.com

~ Oldfox 004

The long and the short of it...

It was a quarter past five in the wee hours of morning and the sun had just risen over the Hilimanjharo. Jaikishen was up as usual – she had stolen his sleep. No not Jillian, she was too shy and would rather shrivel up and die in embarrassment than flutter her curly lashes for him. And this was a time when the world knew no barriers, no borders; only places with beautiful names and enchanting hills.

It was poor little grandma who was down with the flu and only the water from Hilimanjharo could heal her. The water was believed to be an elixir although hundreds had died of the dreaded dengue despite having more Hilimanjharo water than blood in their bloated bodies.  Granny had coughed away the entire night that left the rooster a bit confused. He paced around looking worried, hoping to reclaim his lost position.

Jaikishen had his set of worries too. He had to climb a 1000 feet of hard rock, locate the little spring that erupts out a narrow crevice, gather every dripping part of it into his pail and then descend the same 1000 feet, all the while fighting the burning sun. Life is a worry-list; as soon as you tick one, the next one starts prompting!

Jillian did have a soft corner for Jaikishen though, so granny’s cough was not her only woe. The picture of Jaikishen struggling to get to the top coupled with her wild imagery of the rumoured ape-man pouncing on her Jaikishen and tearing him to bits was equally unnerving. She decided to follow him.

He started early to avoid the burning sun and also to get Grandma well soon. He did reach the crevice and was filling his pail when it happened. Rays as hot as fire leapt at him while sweat rolled off him generously. In fact, it could even fill his pail up! Drained out of every ounce of fluid, he conked off with a few day stars fluttering around. 

Meanwhile, Jillian wasn’t far behind as she had taken another path; a secret one that meandered around a cool cave but the more dangerous one - the abode of the rumored ape-man.  Love can stake anything! In typical cinematic fashion, no sooner had she emerged out of the cave, set her eyes on him, bringing about a coy smile, than she was stunned to see him fall like a pack of cards. Springing to him, she sprinkled a little of the Hilimanjharo water on his thirsty face and almost as if by magic, he opened his eyes!

God knows what happened next but then they came down singing happily with the birds and the bees. A legend was in the making so Jaikishen tripped over an imaginary boulder that broke his crown and Jillian came tumbling right after him.

10 Lies about me :)

1) I am very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. I share my rich emotional life and my passionate convictions with very few people. I have a pronounced inner system of values and clear, honourable principles for which I am willing to sacrifice a great deal.

2) I am always at great pains to improve the world. I can be very considerate towards others and do a lot to support them and stand up for them.

3) I am interested in my fellow beings, attentive and generous towards them. Once my enthusiasm for an issue or person is aroused, I can become a tireless fighter.

4) For me, practical things are not really so important. I only busy myself with mundane everyday demands when absolutely necessary. My motto is “the genius controls the chaos”.

5) I am less interested in details; I prefer to look at something as a whole. This means that I still have a good overview even when things start to become hectic. However, as a result, it can occasionally happen that I overlook something important.

6) As I am very peace-loving, I tend not to openly show my dissatisfaction or annoyance but to bottle it up. Assertiveness is not one of my strong points; I hate conflicts and competition.

7) I prefer to motivate others with my amicable and enthusiastic nature. Whoever has me as boss will never have to complain about not being given enough praise!

8) The feelings of others are important to me and I love making other people happy. I am satisfied with just a small circle of friends; my need for social contact is not very marked as I also need a lot of time to myself.

9) Superfluous small talk is not my thing. If one wishes to be friends with me or have a relationship with me, one would have to share their world of thought and be willing to participate in profound discussions. If you manage that you will be rewarded with an exceptionally intensive, rich partnership.

10) I do not fall in love head over heels but when I do fall in love I want this to be a great, eternal love.

Do check out what personality type are you at  http://www.ipersonic.com/ Have fun and do share yours too!

What do women of substance feel about Holi?

Once upon a time, oldfox004 was on a secret mission but as usual she forgot her way and ended up meeting prominent women and also got a chance to interview them on their feelings for Holi. So here goes...


Rakhi Sawant - Oh Jessus! i loves the Holi, the rangs, the water, the innocent masti...this Holi tho i love to color my bhaiyya Mikka...he's so sweet na *does the kuchi-kuchi action


Veena Mallik - Holi? What Holi? Filhaal tho all the mulla's are labelling me 'unholi'. But, i love Ash in a very 'holi' way, kasam se! *sends a flying kiss


Shweta Thiwari - Arre yaar! I gotta wear a burqa this holi :( If Raja sees me all red and wet...??? I don't like all this skinshow and all...what will my daughter say?  But, its all OK on TV, no? *kisses her daughter


Payal Rohatgi - I hate Monica, she is so fake yaar! Rahul is like my brother only. I don't like to play Holi...all that gulaal will spoil my skin na...tho phir kya dikhaungi main? I bet Monica is playing secret holi with him...$^%^&*$ *smirks


Dolly Bhindra - HOLI...HOLI....HOLI...HOLI....$%#&*%^$....HOLI KI THO....%$^(*^&*#$...nobody plays Holi with me :( *makes a horrendously scary face...i disappear in seconds


Yana Gupta - But, you know i love color....and especially colorful undies....shocking pink, neon yellow, electric blue...wow! What ? You asking me about Holi? Oh! I'm so forgetful na...I even forget to wear my colorful undy sometimes..*winks


Ekta Kapoor - Holi? Did you just say Holi? Can you see the big tikha on my forehead? I celebrate Holi with all my staff all year round...we use real blood, sacchi! *poker faced


Sonia Gandhi - Hamara Bharath mahaan desh hain...yahan Diwali, Christmas, Eid ithyadi sabhi thyohaar manaya jaatha hain...Hum sabko 'Haath' milakar rang lagana chahiye. 'Haath' ne sab ka 'Man-moh' liya hain. Bharath Mata ki Jai! Happy Holi! *waves her hand high in the air to no one in particular


Jyothi (Common girl) - Holi is nice holi-day for me. I'll do a nice oil champi and put some multani mitthi on my face. Mum will make yummy puran poli's. I'll take to office tomorrow:) *shakes delightfully


Rani (Street girl) - Hamare liye tho roj Holi hain madam..kabhie yeh mard log idhar color lagathe tho kabhie udhar...bole tho ..koi ijjath hi nahi madam...upar se complain karo tho police log bhi...#$^$%^%$ saala! *deadpan


Disclaimer: All names have been changed in order to protect their 'Real' identities. Please don't be alarmed if you find any resemblance to anybody whom you have happened to hear about even remotely. Happy Holi, guys!

उड़ रहे हैं हम जाने किस ओर. . .

एक कटी पतंग की जैसी डोर

उड़ रहे हैं हम जाने किस ओर

कभी ऊँचे पेड़ो से तकराकर लहराते 

तो कभी हवा के तेज़ झोकों से आज़ाद हो जाते

हैं सफ़र यह निरंथर, न रुखेगी कभी

जो मिली कुशी, तो लगे जिंदगी

और कही मिले निराशी, तो लगे बंदगी

लो बन के अरमान, हम उड़ चले 

चार अक्षर ही लिखे ते नए पन्ने पर

फिर आया बुलावा - एक आवाज़ ऐसी

न चेहरा ता और न थी कोई दिलचस्पी

जब समज आया की बहुत देर हो चुकी

लो फिर निकल लिए हम बोरिया भांद कर

नए राहें और नए मंजिलों के खोज पर 

एक कटी पतंग की जैसी डोर

उड़ रहे हैं हम जाने किस ओर. . .

Ithna sannata kyon hain bhai?

the bells have now begun to toll

the eagles above are still midair

where have all the bloggers gone,
is Twitter and Facebook, their new lair?

Now silence ain’t generally my kinda thing. Not that anybody needs to call the cops despite threats to keep me mum. But a silence of nearly a year and a half, now that IS by far a personal record! This silence (read exile) from blogosphere is like the story of the mouse that never got caught in a roomful of mousetraps and then one fine day a hungry cat spoilt the day. But I am the little mouse that never gives up, no matter how frail my chances are! With my ever piling fiscal deficit issue coupled with non-performing assets (pun intended), I guess HE has been too kind thus far.

Well, this exile has done me a world of good and most certainly raised hope for blogosphere. What with fellow bloggers and my million plus readers falling off chairs, bouncing off walls and ceilings, jumping off their roofs and threatening to file PILs at Indiblog BUT I had no such luck. Peace reigned as usual at blogosphere and my absence was appreciated. Not that I am bawling but still a little hunger strike would have been KIND, guys.

All but one – you know there’s always an egghead – egghead meaning ‘I’ll not eat till you eat’ types. Sometimes all you need is a tummy full of words, a loosening glottis and the heart melts as if it were made of candy floss and out pop the words bringing relief at last. That’s ‘blog-o-mania’ for the uninitiated. So here I am for you, you, you and the egghead of course, my kindest four! I cannot promise to be regular though – the last time I wasn’t regular, my doc suggested de-stressing!

P.S.: Thank you all for being there! Now try saying this line 10 times: ‘A cup of coffee in a proper copper coffee pot’. And yes, we could meet over coffee as soon as this damn tongue of mine gets untwisted. Cheers to 2011!!!

फिर कर शुरुवात ...

नन्हे क़दमों से शुरू किये

जो सफ़र कोमल हाथों के सहारे

लो आज मांगे साथ दुबारा

तुम नहीं तो जग बेगाना

फिर आ कड़ी हूँ मैं चौराहे पर

किस राह पर मंजिल लिखी हैं ?

काले बादलो से लगता हैं दर

तुम्हारे आँचल में समेट, होना हैं बेफिकर

याद हैं मुझे वो एक रूपये का सिक्का 

रोज जमा कर मुझे अमीर बना देना

कब बन गयी तीन रूपये का जुगाड़

कर दिया हर नसीयत तेरी बिगाड़

लो कहो ' फिर कर शुरुवात...'

ख्वाब शीशों का नहीं, यकीन दिला दो

तुम्हारी छोटी छोटी बातों में छिपा हैं खज़ाना

लो आज मांगे साथ दुबारा

तुम नहीं  तो जग बेगाना . . .

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