Black Veil Chapter-2

The man rushed back to his inn amidst the downpour... his hat fluttered from the wind which he stopped putting his hand on it.... after crossing a road or four he was walking towards an old building which was a remnant of post renaissance chronicles, Build in a typical neo-gothic way...the building was plastered to give it an acceptable look though cracks and shreddings could still be spotted at various places... The frontage was damaged by the moisture, accelerating further deterioration... several horse carriages can be seen on the roads and even though it was close to 10 'o clock.. people were seen to rush in lieu of torrential rainfall. only few open shops could be seen.. . some riders stared at him as the figure moved in .... "Roger Scott, no. 34 ... on ur left please!", he said... a nice young lady responded to the request immediately and handed him the keys, Scott moved over to stairs with his mind lost in despair and that note somewhere down his overcoat pocket...

With a crank the room opened and Scott entered the room... the room was a beautiful one with subtle interiors, on the left there was a beautiful italian mantelpiece, crafted with white marble and sculptured aesthetically, surging the room with warm vibes.. shiny lamps hanging from the wall... and floor was adorned with a beautiful carpet.. copies of beautiful paintings from sub european artists added to the room's grandeur.... he removed his overcoat and hat and hung them in the nearby wardrobe... Scott went to the small bar in corner and fetch himself a Bocksbeutel... poured that down in a beautifully crafted wine coupe..After savouring one sip.. he remembered something and went to the wardrobe again... He took out his M1911 pistol from overcoat and closed that to himself.. then he threw himself on a cane-back armchair and took few more sips from the coupe... soon he was lost in some memories....

Roger Scott belonged to Aberdeen but his family moved to Edinburgh when he was a kid and then they stayed thereat... His family was an affluent one with a typical military background.. his family was a very respected and elite pack with titles likes of Viscount, Earl and Duke to its name...Roger Scott, an intellectual genius and a mastermind was a dropout from University of Edinburgh and joined army... he served in army for a long time but then he quit and went on to carry his research... Scott married Jennifer 4 months after he joined army and had two kids namely Nick and Milania... Roger Scott himself had several medallions and accolades to his credit and was a very respected name in British Military....

The big clock on the wall ticked 12:30 of midnight and there was a thud outside... a loud voice broke Scott's contemplation... Jumping on his pistol immediately, he went to the window to see the source of sound... A dark figure moved in the woods... even in the dark he can spot that it was the same man he saw hours earlier.. Eagle shined on his hat.... Scott locked his pistol and aimed... a loud bang... the glass of window smashed on the floor.. Scott dived... cloaked figure forced an entry in the room from the window..... smoke of cigar filed the room.... "Roger dear!! How have you been?? Long time.... " ....

Black Veil-Chapter 1

Smwhere two eyelatchets open to realise a lonely road with a black anguish... The wind was swaying cranking the old swings nearby.. and gush was making the autumn leaves fly.. the pavement was deserted and the moonlit dark night was gruesome with nearby howling of owls.. occassional thunder and lightning was adoring the adolescent night with all the jewels and night glittered like a teenage gal newly fallen in love... sparkling an awe all over... embracing her desires to gulp the sabotaged and perished... the trees stood there flaunting thier self, warring the windy rage.. the two eyes stared in the darkness of the long road .. deep down the road there was a grotesque figure.. which moved alongside.. and their was a sudden rush... the figure moved into woods as the staring eyes peeped... the only glimpse the eyes caught was of a long hooded figure wearing an old leather hat adorned by a golden eagle icon.. the cloak was a long one stripped with white bands at the hem ... the smoke emanating from the thick cigar was covering his face.. cloak was hiding a burly man wearing thick shoes... a clear thud broke the obnoxious dark silence... thus widening the pupils of the eyes to peep in the darkness down the road.. a chill ran down the spine of the body harboring those eyes.. gathering all the courage he stood up.. the man was a middle aged wearing a large grey overcoat and his feet was carrying a pair of Scottish boots embossed with suede and fine leather.. he carried a stick and his fingers' emery was glittering in dark... his rough face with wrinkles witnessing tough times and a black scar down the left cheek... his hat was a shiny one with fine work on the top... a stick ticked down the road slowly.. the man moved where he saw the hooded figure.. he saw a half smoked cigar there and there was a note.. he picked up the parchment.. and opened it.. it read "Steinadler" .. there was a clear sign of terror and panic on his face.. and with a roaring thunder .. water droplets start rushing on his face...

Bas yahan parchaiyaan mile!

Shadows everwhere ... nd m again a lost soul... looks like an abyss forever.... the darkness with slight abeyances and converging to contemplations has been a daily tryst... the kindling life dangles in the otherwise shadows craving for that crevice in deep dungeons which bears the title of helm... certainly of new dawn... human bonds crawling sideways of those dilapidated walls and usual callings and hearings with the self brimming alongside... and wateva u do the shadows grew dark just making the labryinth a gruesome figure ... a typical which instills fear, panic and hostility.... soul announces his war deep down the earth and strive to confide in himself fighting the darkness of shadows... detours to graveyard of ethical fauna has shaken the soul and it stares on those walls wondering on his claustrophobic attacks and blackness surrounding him... the situation worsens when staring gives way to the occassional breachings and sardonic encroachment on his mental and emotional enclosure.. everything seems to be fucking phony and earthly occupants mere shadows driven by the lust, with inertia marring the soul... And the soul feels a vigilante smwhere deep those dungeons... those two black eyes endangering the mere existence of soul... and soul fears suffocationand loss of might...

"Rishtey to nahin rishto ki parchaiyaan mile,
Ye kaisi bheed hai bas jahan tanhaiyan mile"

God bless the soul!

Ye kya ho raha hai!!

Dont ask me whats happening... my life has been awkward obnoxious intoxicating mesmerizing exhilarating stupendous frustrating irritating enduring pampering romancing cruising ravishing boring cribbing .... u must have felt a sine curve... lol ... thats wat my life has been... i dont rembr wat i wrote prevs time.... coz i really dint have enuf time post that ..... life's pretty much on roller coaster ... and i have been wandering ... cherishing some best moments and felt irritated on some of the worst moments.... its really hectic but at the same time i can see the difference in me... I got a chance to attend a conference to attend in The Grand Hyatt Mumbai, stayed there for three days.. one of the best experience of ma life so far... met some of the best brains in India... kindling a fire in me... then same stuff again ,... same job...battling ma way out with machines and equipment everyday... kabhi socha nahin tha ki kya kya dekhte honge ye log ek cup coffee banaane se pehle... then one day i got a chance to meet the brand team and went to attend a theme party in a Palace hotel again... ah ... pampered ... here i had some best moments of job so far... shaked with ma boss who is a wondeful person and we njoid a lot .... and he is a wonderful dancer as well... so we had a good time on the floor ( u all know how i dance :D ) so had a wondeful time there... and ya the theme was classroom so we all had a tie and ur nosy waala hankey... and a small water bottle... haan wahi pipe waali.... fillled with chilled Vodka off course :DD .... really had some nice time there.... fir kya ... itna excitement nahin hai meri life mein,.... agle din se wahi borin life... par then yesterday came as a breath of fresh air... nice party with gyaan yesterday.... had a small conference again ... followed by some games and nice chatting with colleagues.... detouredd the pool of the club where we were and found it too irresistible but i was not with any arrangements.... koi na kal ki chaahat abhi tub mein poori kar lolonga :DD
for u guys here i have some picks that i clicked along the course... these are not that good... abhi salary spend karne ka mauka nahin mila ... next week m goin to bangalore so all geared for shopping... any tips on shopping at bangalore... ??
c ya

Hyatt front view

Magnificent corridor

A click from the window of ma room

Class room them party :D