Klishmaklaver

INDEX:- Chapter 1: Whose idea was it anyway? By Avinash Gupta http://avirandom.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/jeep-and-bourbon-part-1-celebrateblogging/ Chapter 2: Touch-Me-Not  By Vibhuti Bhandarkar http://klishmaklaver.blogspot.in/2014/09/jeep-bourbon-part-2-celebrateblogging.html Chapter 3: The Ignominy of Defeat By Rahul Prabhakar http://2brahulprabhakar.blogspot.in/2014/09/jeep-and-bourbon-part-3.html Chapter 4: The Pleasure of Pain By Pankaj Sharma http://storiesinmoments.com/2014/09/14/pleasure-pain/ Chapter 5: The Road Not Taken By Harsh Singh http://magicalharsh.com/road-taken/ Chapter 6: The Silent Confessions  By Veturi Sarma http://www.veturisarma.com/2014/09/chapter-6-silent-confession-scribe_16.html Chapter 7: The Unwinding of Events By Sarath Babu http://daffodilstouch.wordpress.com/2014/09/16/jeep-and-bourbon-part-7-the-scribe-tribe-celebrateblogging/ Chapter 8: Two Lives By Babitha A. Costa http://babiscooking.blogspot.in/2014...

Read the previous chapter HERE  Chapter 22: Three is some bad company... Yet another day had gone by, of doing nothing, absolutely nothing. Jennifer was bored to her wits end, the restless soul that she was. Mumbai offered so many exciting opportunities to explore. There were parties they could have attended and premieres they could have been at. She only had to tell her Paparazzi friends in Mumbai that she would be arriving with the Super Model Aryan Ahuja and they would have got her as many passes as she would like. "Oh! What fun it would have been." Jennifer was daydreaming of being in Aryan's glamorous company. Her face soured as she remembered how Cyrus seemed to have completely forgotten all about his promise. The previous evening, after a brief and quite cold introduction, Jennifer had been left by the two guys at the Dutta home. Aryan and Cyrus had just simply turned on their heels and walked out. Jennifer hadn’t been invited over t...

Read the previous Chapter  HERE #prompt: WOW-Chapter of that book! Chapter 20: My hunches are always right! I'm feeling guilty. My conscience has been crushed to bits. I read books late into the night, searching for mental peace between those lines, looking for a verbal salve  to my wounds but to no avail. In the night I've cried rivers at my bedside table and yet the table lamp cannot beat the darkness that's set inside me. In  the pit of my stomach I constantly feel a churning of emotions. Every time I raise my eyes to look at Shekhar, they are welling up with more tears of anguish, in apology and they fall down again in shame but the man continues as if he's not noticed. This pains me even more. If he'd lashed out at me, I'd have felt a little less like a murderer,a little more human in my errors. I've been reading the 'Asura' by Ananda Neelakantan and I haven't gone beyond the fifth chapter. I've been cry...

 Read the previous chapter HERE Chapter 18: Knock, Knock, Whose There? I knock on the door and wait. The name plate reads Ahujas. He is not just a rental tenant then, I deduce. This morning we had exchanged  a quick hello and smile but that was all. It would be nice to befriend the new neighbour. After all a stay-at-home dad also needs some friends to keep him sane. I am quite confident of finding a friend in this Super-Model. His smile was very genuine too. The eyes weren't vacant like they usually are when someone is giving you that fake smile. I'm proud of myself at this moment as I attribute this keen sense of observation for my great writing skills. How casually Aryan Ahuja, a Pg.3 Super Model, had attended Roohi's birthday party last month, just at the little one's behest. And he also brought her that lavish present which was totally uncalled for. What a friendly gesture! Who does that nowadays? We didn't get a chance to share much the oth...

Chapter 15- Beware of Strangers! Read the previous part   HERE Beefed up biceps, pecks of perfection, that swagger and macho jaw-line. One of Aryan Ahuja's portfolio picture is open on my screen. She's mailed the best to me, she said. Jenny has spotted this 6 feet -something model in a blog-post written by Cyrus. Indeed great material for our magazine's 'SPOTLIGHT' section for this month.  I'm working from home today and for the next couple of days until I'm sure Roohi is totally fine. Though it's been difficult to focus on work, all of this morning, Jenny's coercive call has got me back on my toes. A dozen pictures and  'Attaching just a few for your kind perusal'   says her mail. I smirk but immediately hit the forward button and there his pictures go to our Editor's Inbox. "Phew! Quite a tease, this man!" I catch myself thinking.  "When did you change, Tara?" I question m...