Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village money lender. The Money lender, who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer’s beautiful Daughter. So he proposed a bargain. He said he would forgo the farmer’s debt if he could marry his Daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the Proposal. So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let Providence decide the matter. He told them that he would put a black Pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would … Continue reading Thinking on the feet…
She did not feel anything. There should have been remorse, guilt, even uneasiness would have been fine but she did not. The situation had worsened demanding her to go a little further everytime. She gave in every single time promising herself that it would be the last. This empty promise reminded her of her daughter, the center of her world. Rhea, like other children would promise the world when guilty. She smiled as she thought of her lovely daughter. When she had Rhea she did not know how her life would about to turn upside down. It had. And she … Continue reading The Murder
This Story is about a man who once upon a time was selling Hotdogs by the roadside. He was illiterate, so he never read newspapers. He was hard of hearing, so he never listened to the radio. His eyes were weak, so he never watched television. But enthusiastically, he sold lots of hotdogs. He was smart enough to offer some attractive schemes to increase his sales. His sales and profit went up. He ordered more a more raw material and buns and use to sale more. He recruited few more supporting staff to serve more customers. He started offering home … Continue reading Recession Proof…
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Though Rajiv thought this was more of a cliche he knew by experience that it was true. He was taking his chai break more to give himself a break from all that staring at the monitor hoping that the bug would somehow solve itself. Coming out of the washroom and zipping up his trousers he took a deep breath. He thought about the condition of washroom and the incredible stench. Not to forget the irritating absence of paper towels, even the cheap kind. As he stood staring at the landscape from the … Continue reading Past Hurts – I
He remembered their first kiss, his first. Yet after all these years, for the life of him he could not remember how it was. Was it wet, sloppy, sensual, deep… All he knew was that he was considerably excited. He came up for air a couple of times but every single time it felt as if he was taking a deeper plunge. He did not want to rise from the abyss-like depths. They had been in a relationship for quite some time. Both of them had come through some tough times, looking back it was always she who comforted. There … Continue reading The Smoke Screen!
I have been participating in contests. Ofcourse I participate to win and the main reason for this is that I can finally pay my blog-host. To this end I recently participated in Caferati’s 55-word Flash Fiction contest. The theme was Cheating. Some storytellers like epics and sagas. Their stories span generations, dynasties, entire civilizations, nations, continents and galaxies. Not to speak of multiple volumes. Others prefer to keep their stories short. Some, very, very short. Stories told in a flash. A.K.A. Flash Fiction. Flash fiction is fiction of extreme brevity. The standard, generally-accepted length of a flash fiction piece is … Continue reading Flash Fiction
Sikta Dutta sat back on her recliner staring at the steaming cup of tea. She always thought she had it tough, she had thought that today she would relax and do the usual Sunday lounging. Her boss had called up to confirm that her interview appointment with the recent Booker Prize winning author. The author apparently was open to the appointment even after having just lost his wife of 8 years to cancer.
She had spoken to him and was surprised to find that her initial opinion that he was media hungry was wrong. She had started with a few usual questions and tried to mask her brusque attitude. But as she continued to interview him she could not help feeling a little enchanted by him.
She felt quite comfortable and inadvertently ended up asking him about how he had met his wife which he talked animatedly about. He had taken 4 hours to tell her the entire story only stopping intermittently to thank people who called him or came to meet him to mourn the death of his wife. He started by telling her that his wife had been suffering from breast cancer. Initially when this was detected and they had decided to go for chemotherapy her body had been responding positively but since last three months it had been really hard for her. They had decided jointly to discontinue chemotherapy and try and give her a semblance of a good life for the last few months, few good months with Sanyukta and him. The reason he was not present at the Booker prize winning party was that she would not have been able to travel and he did not feel like going without her and his daughter. Actually it was she who had egged him to pursue his love of writing. He had only three loves in his life, his friend & wife, his daughter and his writing. In that order.
Continued from Part IV It seemed as if Lady Luck was on his side. “Or else how do you explain Surabhi calling on a busy weekday morning?” he said to himself shifting out of the chair and getting out of office. He answered the phone. A:Hello Beautiful… S:hehehe… where did that come from? A:Well you are beautiful, it’s definitely not a rhetoric… S:hmmm… thanks handsome young man… A:Are we going to play table tennis now? S:no, you really are handsome and young… A:Ok, thanks, [laughs] So, to what do I owe the honor of getting your call? Your service provider … Continue reading Finding Love – V
The morning had become chilly.
He knew he would have to go through it today else he would never get up the courage to do it. He had called Shakuntal, a close friend, who was sort of an ‘expert’ in these matters for advice. Ankush could be himself with Shakuntal and confessed his insecurities. Ankush had confessed that he was feeling very insecure about proposing to Surabhi and it did not help that he had never done that, proposed, in his life. Shakuntal had said that he understood his problem and that it did not have to be this hard, there was an alternative that he could try. What ensued was a discussion between the two about the pros and cons of the alternative at hand.
At the end Ankush could help but smile as he thought, chill is in the air but I just got a sweatshirt :-).
He had planned to make it special but knew that he would have to move fast. There were so many things to do. Buy, courier, deliver, and the hard part… wait for a reaction. There were only 4 days to the B-day, which would become his D-day.
Saturday was spent cajoling his sister to help him buy a gift for a friend who was getting married. The shopping done he went out to find a Courier who would deliver on Monday which was very important else he would be late. He finally found one who would deliver on Monday. There was a small glitch though, he did not know her postal address. He thought about it for sometime and finally figured out that he had a fantastic option. Shakuntal worked in the same city as her and it would be better if Shakuntal gave the gift on his behalf and hence the next call was to Shakuntal to confirm the arrangement. He already had the gift neatly packed and couriered the package to Shakuntal.
Sunday came and went and since he couldn’t handle the tension he took the shortcut to avoid tension, he slept. Monday afternoon the phone rang and Shakuntal confirmed that he had received the package but that he was surprised that Ankush had not written anything.
“What do you mean I have not written anything?” asked Ankush.
“Dumbo you are supposed to atleast write a ‘Happy Birthday’ when you are giving a gift”.
“Shit, I was running around so much and was so worried about having it reach you in time…”.
“Don’t worry, I will take care of it”.
The next call that followed put a smile back on his face. He spoke to Surabhi for quite some time talking about inane things. At one point he almost spilled out about the gift thing. He thought to himself, “That was a close one, I have to watch it”. He would have loved talking to her but had to cut it short for fear of spilling the beans.
10pm… 11pm… 11:30pm… 11:50pm… 11:59pm… 12am He called and wished her a very happy birthday and a wonderful year ahead and he wished that all her wishes would come true.
The last message from Sikander left him feeling good about the way things were going. He entered office humming to the tune of Jaane kya chahe mann bawra… (Who knows what this mad heart wants…). While checking mails, preparing that report, having lunch, while in the meeting and even while he was having his evening cup of heaven, during all of these instances and a few more he wanted to call her. Call her and speak to her. Break the suspense. The feel good feeling had long since deserted him and as the evening wore on a sense of dread pervaded the evening smog. The day had passed in a blitz and the only thing he had to show for was that incomplete poem…
Unaware of the evening chill he crossed the street from the office building to chaiwallah. He smiled at the person he saw there. This was as pleasant a surprise as it could be. Not even 10 minutes had passed when he was thinking about telling what he felt, the feelings, the anxiety, the momentary surges of happiness. Sikander gave him a broad smile as they met and armed with a cup of tea he started with the series of events that had transpired between their last meeting till now.
Read Part I here… Tring Tring… It rang an exact 13 rings before the machine came on to tell him in an foreign language that the person he was trying to reach was busy or not reachable. “So much for connecting people” he said to spite the machine that he couldn’t. What the hell is up, she does not message back, does not accept my call. He slipped back to his pessimist side and thought, “Maybe she knows… But how could she… Sikander… The bastard must have told her… But he does not have her number…”. He rubbished these thoughts … Continue reading Finding Love – II
With a thumping heart he sat back on his chair. He had decided to go all out that night. “I have to” he told himself, the suspense was killing him. Every five minutes he checked his message counter to see if she had replied. After 3 hours and checking his messages for a little over 36 times he knew for sure. She was not going to reply to him. He knew that she might have been busy but he had always been the hope against hope kinda person and wasn’t going to change now. While waiting for the message, he … Continue reading Finding Love
Story Number One
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn’t famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed ‘Easy Eddie.’ He was Capone’s lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie’s skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn’t give his son; he couldn’t pass on a good name or a good example. One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.
He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al ‘Scarface’ Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie’s life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.
There are some problems that can be solved. For example let me describe a a typical incident focusing on the differences between Male perceptions and Female perceptions. Both these creatures belong to same species, but their thought processes are entirely different.
Take a case into consideration where a guy named Bablu is attracted to a girl named Babli. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few days later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Babli, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?”
And then there is a silence. To Babli, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Jeez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.
And Bablu is thinking: Gosh. Six months.
Babli is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards . . . I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading towards marriage? Towards having children? Towards being together for lifetime? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?
A teacher teaching Math’s to seven-year-old Kazim asked him, “If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?” Within a few seconds Kazim replied confidently, “Four!” The dismayed teacher was expecting an effortless correct answer (three). She was disappointed. “Maybe the child did not listen properly,” she thought. She repeated, “Kazim, listen carefully. If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?” Kazim had seen the disappointment on his teacher’s face. He calculated again on his fingers. But within him he was … Continue reading Don’t Judge Me…