Arrow

This is where  we stopped to rest for a while. Four months passed since .  

The Konfessioners are now busy with certain less important chores of their lives, and have handed over the reins to us , The Three Musketeers 🙂

This is only a time-gap arrangement amd we eagerly await them to return to there usual posts. Till then we , the musketeers will try to hold post as best as we, DokSaab, Juhi and Ruchika, can.

So till the time we get the takes on the new word, we present before you the five odd takes we received for the last word, Arrow. 

These are not up for Kompetition though.

Noun

 

1.A missile having a straight thin shaft with a pointed head at one end and often flight-stabilizing vanes at the other, meant to be shot from a bow.

2.Something, such as a directional symbol, that is similar to an arrow in form or function.

 

CIMP (117)

 

Following His release from Underground, On His way back to Hades, Cerberus fell into an alternate world.
Where some of the local folk indulged in gluttony even as their fellowmen starved to death.
Where one hand helped, the other stabbed.
Where they acted like pigs unabashedly then worried about becoming obese.
Where their frontal sympathy was followed posteriorly by “I knew it”.
Where honey toned words disguised poisonous intentions…
Cerberus was brave, but these natives frightened Him. He wondered why his three heads scared mortals possessing infinite faces to go with their heads. He prayed to the Gods and tail tucked twit his legs He shot away like an arrow from a bow, hoping to hit home.

 

 

Nandini Sen (120)

 

Cupid’s work life’s in jeopardy. Big Boss is displeased.
Shooting his arrow on a victim is easy. But the work behind it is tedious. It takes time filling each arrow with the love potion, which in itself is pure and hard to get.
His opposite number from Satan’s team is acting faster. He’s mass produced arrows, filled it with cheap juice, and shoots blindly.
People are falling in lust, and even before Cupid can shoot the love arrow, the side effects of the cheap juice ensure jealousy hit the victims harder, leaving the heart (where love potion is injected) scarred.
Cupid needs help – more helping hands, more conducive hearts. He’s on a recruiting spree – do you wanna join his team?

 

 

Dok Saab (63)

 

Can you see the head of that bird?
Which bird, O Master.
Can’t you see the bird sitting on that branch?
What branch, O Great One.
The tallest branch of that banyan tree.
Sorry Master, I cannot see the tree.
Then what do you see?
One eye is all I can see.

That’s perfect, O Parth, your arrow can never miss the target.

 

 

Sowmya (113)

 

When his visitors left, he turned to his wife. “I have to do my duty.”
“The consequences can be terrible for you.”
“But they are right. Think of that young girl. It will make a world of difference.”
“I’ll come with you.”
Armed with his bow and arrows he began his journey accompanied by his cuckoo, parrot, the gentle breeze, the lovely season of spring and his ever-loving, dutiful wife.
Their presence made the atmosphere cheerful and him hopeful. He saw the girl arrive. This was his chance. One arrow should do the trick. His wife prayed. Just as Kamadeva fired his passion filled arrow at Lord Shiva, his third eye blazed open……..

 

 

Priyanka (118)

 

It was the end of November. Ayodhya had been decorated lavishly. Lord Rama had come back after fourteen years of exile, vanquishing the rakshas raaj of Ravana. The glory and bravery of Lord Rama and Lakshmana, told and re-told; their heroics making the whole country rejoice. Rama, Sita and Lakshmana were clothed in the best of silks and jewellery. The priests chanted their mantras and the devotees offered their prayers in the huge temple. It was a sight to behold. I knew the photographs would come out beautifully. As I stood in the open courtyard, in the chilly night, I thought, “Lord Rama could have done with one of those nice and warm shirts from ARROW. It’s freezing.”