The Zombie Chicken Award

Thanks Kaddu. An award was exactly the thing that I needed the most. Considering from whom this award came, it means a world to me. Kaddu, you are one of the best and most admired bloggers .

Of late, a strange blue has surrounded me. I have no clue what it is. It happens to me sometimes. Without any visible or obvious reasons, I feel depressed. My mind tells me that I have no reason to feel depressed. I have an adoring family; A job that pays me rather well; an address of my own (my own house) and a beautiful wife and daughter; yet the world looks gloomy. But I guess it happens to all.

A lot of people inspire me. I was watching the interview of Vishal Bhardwaj the other day, and I was awestruck by his simplicity and nonchalance to all the success life has bestowed him. Look at him, the whole world is talking about Kaminey. For me, watching the movie was an awe-inspiring experience. All may not agree, but the movie was one of the finest in bollywood, at least in a long time. And then I watched this interview, and I was like, “WHAT? Is this the same guy who made this movie?”. He is my hero, and the cause behind the logic that true talent needs no self-promotion. You have it and it shows, and it will only show if you have it.

The Zombie Chicken Award

The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken – excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse.

These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words.

As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to at least 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all.

I am passing the award to 5 among the most talented of bloggers in my list. They sure inspire me, to say the least. They are in no particular order.

Aparna: You have rockstar-like abilities to attract. Every post of yours is a super entertainer. Wit comes to you naturally.

Sujata: What I have observed about you, you have an Arundhati Roy like sensibility to small things. You should try your hands at writing a book. You pass on the emotions to the reader in the most effective ways, with simplest of words. Way to go.

Sucharita: Vivid and candid: words that come to my mind. Reading your blog is traveling with you, to another era, as if it happened yesterday or the day before. You sure should write a book. You are a great narrator.

Santanu Da: I have this awe about him, he never stops inspiring me. In fact, I look at him as a reference point.

Gayathri: The youngest, yet a talent house. She is gifted and someone I look forward to reading all the time.


Thanks Kaddu, I just couldn’t wait to respond to this award. Any more awards? Let me know, I am a sucker for AWARDS.

P.S: All awards(recognitions) come with greater responsibilities....So does this...a Short story competition is coming up for the winners. I would give the topic and probably the plot too. All you have to do is to write a story.....So watch-out...

poignant memoirs !!!!!!

Since long i have wanted to write this. This didn’t start yesterday or the day before. In fact, this has been happening to me as long as i can remember; the mistreatment and hatred people have shown me. It was so bad that I never knew what real love felt like. People made fun of me behind my back, thinking I am not noticing. I knew it. It felt bad. No, i was brokenhearted; i cried. But i still loved them. They even called my girlfriend a bitch. I didn’t mind, I just moved on.

I am an orphan. I don’t know who my parents are. They just dumped me when i was little and tiny. I wish i could see my mother once again. I was so small to remember anything about her. I have heard from my elder friends that she was beautiful. She was also intelligent. But not intelligent enough to make me a part of her. Yet, i don’t hate her, i never can. If i have another chance with life, i would want to be born to her.

Why are you treating me like this? Why am i looked at as a lowly creature? Why doesn’t people understand that i am an individual and i need to be treated with love and respect? I too have self respect and dignity. Why is the whole world conspiring against me?

The only time i felt loved was when that old gentleman saw me in distress and came to me and patted my back. I felt loved. He got me food. He gave me so much love, that i hadn’t got ever in my life. he took me home. Life seemed to change; i got food and shelter, but it was not what almighty had planned for me.

I saw him being stuffed inside that coffin. People who had never cared if he lived, were seen showing-off their love for him, when he died. Isn’t that the man's biggest hypocrisy? I didn’t know what was happening to him. The fact was no one bothered to tell me, it was as if telling me “that was none of my business”. I wanted to scream, “The business was only mine”, but i couldn’t. I was the only one he had, when he lived that is. And once again i was without an address. I moved around, ate what i got, slept on the pavement. Like street dogs. Not that i was any better.

I cried a lot. I missed him all the very much, and he came in my dreams. I went to that house he lived, only to know that it was snatched by his relatives. I had no place there. I was shouted at and thrown out. What do i do but to cry, he was the only one and his love was the only love i ever got.

Then one day, i met her. I thought, this is it !!! Like they say; “Every dog has a day”-I thought my day too have come. She was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen. Probably she was as beautiful as my mother. My mind kept telling me, “ She is yours, She is made for me.....Go idiot...go... Make her yours...”.I dreamt of her, i slept with her in mind, ate with her in mind....i thought she is the only good thing that will ever happen to me.

But!!!...Alas!!!...my love!!!...my life!!!.....my everything!!.... she Dumped me. I saw with my own eyes. I felt i would want to turn blind, rather than to see such a sight, ever. She was holding this guys hand, neck to neck and walking past me. As if I never existed. As if I was some GHOST. A supernatural spirit. I thought she was my only solace, my only love, but i was so wrong. I was so wrong. Sigh!

Cant blame her completely. His body was better than mine. He was stronger than me and better built. I was ever an orphan , always undernourished . How will i impress a beauty like her. I cried a lot. I was desperate. I was heart broken. I wept for weeks.I thought she was mine, but it took few moments to shatter that myth. Not any more.....not anymore!!!!( gets emotional and cries)

“Why me?, I ask you, why me?” Why do i lose everything before even making it mine. *SIGH!!!!*

But i will not give up. I am a survivor. I am a fighter. I will continue to fight. I may not become someone great. I may not mark myself in this world. But i will continue my fight. Only because i don’t know to give-up. I simply don’t know!!!

But there seems to be some light now, at the other side of my life-tunnel. The people who have just moved into my neighborhood, seem to like me. And boy, their young beautiful sister.*sigh*. She is HOT. She has such a great body . She has the sexiest legs i have seen with this eyes, i tell you. She has started showing the signs, the other day she winked at me. Boy!!! And i made the only sound i knew to make, “Bhow, Bhow “. I kept wobbling my tail, and she joined me.

And i am making my plans to live with her, ever after, like these humans say, “ lived happily, ever after”. Stupid humans, Including the one who is writing this!!!! I hate them !!!!!.

An autobiography,

Jimmy-the Pomeranian.

P.S: Inspired( not copied) by Aparna, A’la Bappi lahiri and Anu Malik ishtyle.

P.P.S: I know this isnt really a funny post. if you want ROFWL kinda read click here, i wrote this when i was a struggling blogger ( not that i am better now),something like struggling actors.