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  • Ram 6:09 pm on September 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Read the Fourth chapter here.

    The incessant caressing of the sunlight trickling in through the curtains awakened Tara. Taking a deep breath, she stretched and with a smile got up from the bed. The other side of the bed was empty. That meant that Shekhar was extremely serious about his ongoing project. Listening at the study room door, she heard Shekhar snoring away to oblivion. Tara allowed him to sleep and walked towards the kitchen to begin a new day.

    She had breakfast with Cyrus and Roohi. Silence reigned in the room as all of them were preoccupied with their own thoughts.

    “Do you want me to drop you at your law firm?” Tara asked, breaking the silence at the table after they were done with the food. “It’s on my way.”

    “That would be of great help. Are you sure? I don’t want to push that on you,” Cyrus said.

    “Mumma, that will be awesome. We haven’t even talked much yet,” Roohi shouted in glee, happy at the prospect that Cyrus would accompany them on their dreary morning drive to school.

    Cyrus grinned seeing her enthusiasm and Tara joined in.

    Getting up, Tara left the plates in the sink, and humming a tune, kept the Casseroles with food on the slab. She then wrote a note for Shekhar.

    “I just wanted you to comfort me

    when I called you late last night you see

    I was fallin’ into love…”

    Mark Anthony was crooning from Shekhar’s Smart phone in an attempt to wake him up. It was not a success and his phone slipped into snooze mode.

    After an eerie five minutes that were filled with silence, Marc Anthony started singing again. The volume was loud enough to wake even his semi-deaf-aged neighbors, but Shekhar was sound asleep and the song died again.

    Mark Anthony succeeded the third time.

    Shekhar woke up baffled and was disgusted that the dream was broken. He was almost at the end of his intriguing dream. If he had slept for another few minutes, he would have had enough material to add to his already spicy manuscript. He cursed Mark Anthony before turning off the alarm. Tara would have left for work. He would have to explain his absence to Tara in the evening.

    He sat up to face the crimson red wall opposite to the study couch. The color had been chosen by Tara. Contrasting with the bright color, the other walls were painted with a buttery yellow shade. As a result, the room appeared quite bright and in Tara’s own words, “The brighter colors can keep one active.”

    “Hello!”

    “Good Morning Sir! We are calling from SR Chimney cleaning company and…” “Wait! What? What time is it?” He looked at the wall clock on which the heart-shaped pendulum was swinging in full mood. It was just half past nine. He felt enraged. “It is half past nine and you want to call me for cleaning my chimney? Just get lost and don’t disturb me ever again.”

    “Sir, the service we are offering you can be quite beneficial for…”

    Shekhar disconnected the call before he could even complete. Why do such people even exist? Wouldn’t he call if he need his chimney cleaned? By the way, did he even have a chimney in his house?

    After the fury towards the disgusting salesman evaporated slowly, the purpose to why he had slept on his study couch dawned on him. He jumped out of his couch cum bed and rushed to the study table.

    The last morning’s scene had repeated.

    Ashes were lying on his table. The manuscript was gone; again. He could not believe his eyes. What the hell? A teardrop escaped his left eye as all his hard work had again turned to ashes. He could not comprehend his own feelings. It might have been an amalgamation of anger and pain. He gathered the ashes in his hands as his body shook with silent sobs.

    “How the hell is this happening? I was alone in this room,” he thought aloud. Rushing to the cupboard, he pulled it open. There was no one hiding in the cupboard. He looked beneath the sofa cum bed to the same result. He searched the entire room to find if anybody was hiding anywhere, but in vain.

    He threw his books, piles of A4 sheets, staplers, pencils and emptied all the draws in anger. Shekhar’s face turned a pale shade of yellow. He cursed himself and his typewriter.  All his efforts were lost.

    He really needed a coffee now. Things were going out of control and he could not understand anything. Upon reaching for the doorknob, he found out that the door was unlocked. Did he forget to lock the door? No, he had locked it; he was positive about it.

    Splashing his face continuously with cold water, Shekhar tried to regain his composure. He had typed almost twenty pages yesterday and had written until three am in the morning. Whatever he had written the previous day had been fresh in his mind and had been easy to put down on paper again. He had added five more pages to it.

    He brewed some coffee but didn’t feel like adding milk to it. He wanted it strong to jolt his senses. A sip of the strong black coffee solaced his mind a bit. He had no idea what was happening. Walking back to his study room, he collected the ashes and threw it in the dustbin. He noticed then that a page was fixed on the typewriter. But he usually never left any paper on the typewriter once he was done for the day. Puzzled, he pulled the paper out from the typewriter. It was empty but for one word.

    The single word that was typed in capital letters screamed – STOP.

    His coffee mug fell to the floor with a loud thud and a dark brown stain slowly began to spread over his cream hand-woven carpet.


     

    Read the sixth chapter here


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  • Ram 3:54 pm on May 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    The Hot Seat 

    The war cries have already begun. The new Indian Prime Minister is yet to take oath. His invitation to all SARC country heads has created a stir as expected. What will the politicians and the news channels do? Their daily bread and butter is another man’s agony. Normally NEWS is nothing but seeing or reading about a helpless situation, a helpless man, or a woman in any part of the world. As we may all know most of the “NEWS” is negative in nature. So a wise man said to me ” Don’t watch the news channel before retiring to bed.” He may be right. Now, let me leave the pros and cons of the news channels for a while and move on to our country.

    This bold invite of his is being ripped apart, baked, fried and grilled in all news channels and newspapers, since they were running dry for a couple of days until the new cabinet takes shape, and before things start moving. This invite has come as a blessing for them, as a ” filler headline ” for a couple of days. It is very funny to note that even before the PM readies himself to sit on the hot seat, there are heat waves floating like feathers all around. Too much is being read into this issue.

    All issues can be best dealt with when the person is sitting in front of you in full flesh and blood, than by seeing him or talking through any electronic medium, be it a cellphone, or a telephone, or a television, or Skype, or by email. The common man is now used to seeing so many people, so many situations live on TV, that he jumps to conclusions within seconds and starts favoring a group A or a group B. It’s all too fast. News spreads like wild-fire these days, thanks to so much communication channels we have at our disposal, right from the net to the idiot box lying in our living room.

    So, let us have some patience. Patience my friend. Let the magic unfold by itself. Mr. Narendra Modi may be the magician, but we are all part of the magic. Unless we participate positively, do some work by ourselves, shed a few drops of sweat, shed a few threads of hatred, it will not work. After all everyone wants peace.


    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

    Your post has to revolve around the word Magic! What does it mean to you? What is it that is magical according to you? Blog about it now

     
  • Ram 2:34 pm on May 9, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    A Bright Summer Day 

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    This time we’re having at a mother’s day special! Your post must contain the word MOM and you have just 5 sentences to complete your story.

    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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  • Ram 12:03 pm on April 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Nameless Island 

    Lalith Gyaneshwar  buys an Island in Bahamas to make it nameless“…

    “The headlines screamed and echoed in as Vikram read the “Times of India”, this morning. What the heck is wrong with this guy? Buying an Island is not an everyday joke. It seemed cranky as he read further with curiosity. ” Lalith Gyaneshwar, the well-known NRI businessman from India will hereafter call himself LG. He has purchased this island to keep it nameless. Yes. He has invited people from all walks of life to be a part of this virgin island. He has offered them beautiful luxury villas with all amenities one can dream of at a reasonable price. The only million dollar condition is that people inhabiting it will be nameless. They would be known only through their initials. There would be no religion nor any religious activity on the island. They will be allowed to follow their own religion inside their mind, and let me say that again inside their mind only.

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    It will be an out and out a non religious society, with no names. Quite funny. LG ( Lalith Gyaneshwar ) wanted it this way. He wanted to keep religion and the communal forces from interfering with people in their everyday affairs. It will be just human interaction…..”

    Vikram closed the paper and his mind wandered with so many things. Crazy guy this LG, he thought. Then he laughed for a second. If India can think of this…. “God.” A land of many castes, divisions, religions, taking its toll in our daily life. From Kindergarten to a government job…So many names, so many states, so many communities….Mind boggling.

    Vikram smiled as he stood up, and wished LG all the best for a different cause.


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    Write Over the Weekend theme for this week

    Invent a hot and sensational news headline and write a story about it this weekend.

    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. Every weekend, we give out creative writing themes to rekindle the love of writing in all you creative writers. Island image – businessinsider.com

     

     

     
  • Ram 3:08 pm on March 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Students ! 

    Location – A remote countryside school for the aged in northern India.

    Synopsis – A new and young English teacher, Mr. Rahul arrives from Mumbai to teach a batch of twenty students between the age of sixty to seventy.

    Rahul : Good morning to all of you. This is my first day at this school. I understand that you are all very nice, good and obedient students. That’s what, Mr.Panicker, your correspondent told me. You have all been in this class for a month. So, let me begin by testing your knowledge. Hmm. Your name Sir. ” I am Pramod, Masterji “, he answered. OK Pramod, come here and write the word KNOWLEDGE on this board. ” Me, Me, Me. Masterji.” There was a chorus in the class, but Pramod ran faster with the chalk piece, towards the board.

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    He wrote a really big ” NOWLEDGE”, on it. Rahul laughed. So, where is the K, in the word. Pramod said ” Masterji, how can there be a K in this word. Not necessary. It is Nowledge. See ” Nonsense, Nomad, Naughty”. All these words have no K. Rahul got irritated and said ” Students, we can’t change the grammar according to our will. So don’t write your own grammar. This word begins with the letter K. Understand. The class shouted in unison. ” No, No. It is not correct. You are a cheater teacher. You don’t know English. Let’s do the same thing, what we did to Pandey.Come friends. ”

    They ran to Rahul, and turned him upside down and tied him on the ceiling fan. Rahul was pleading for help. His mobile rang, and he answered it with great difficulty. ” Help. Help. What? Are you waiting for me in the class. But I am already in a class in the town street. What? It’s on the north town street. Why didn’t you be clear. Then what class is this. Oh God!

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    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

    This time we’re aiming at making it more creative! Your post must contain a text conversation ending with someone saying “k”.

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  • Ram 11:32 pm on February 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    The Chase 

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    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

    This time we’re aiming to make it more creative! Your post must contain the word Friend and you have just 5 sentences to complete your story.

     
  • Ram 4:03 pm on February 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Pssst 

    “First Aid Box. Check. Knife. Check. Spectacle Case. Check.”  OK fine. Got you all guys. Now, off we go. Pratap stored the items neatly in his backpack and ran to the privacy of his room. He made sure to bolt the door securely, and then switched on a single lamp. He opened the cupboard and took out a dark blue yoga mat and spread it neatly on the writing desk. He has done this before but today was going to be slightly different. He smiled for a while, and then opened the backpack and placed the first aid box, knife and the spectacle case on the mat, one by one.

    He then spoke softly. ” Guys, Come to LIFE. Come to LIFE……….” After a minute he could see the objects moving. Pratap was a psychic having a weird quality of conversing with any object. He claimed objects have life too. He tried to talk about this to his friends, but was ridiculed and laughed at, in College. After which he kept these experiments to himself. The first aid box was the jovial of the lot and whispered ” At your command Sir “. The knife and the spectacle case shouted in chorus ” At your command Sir “.

    hearingPratap was highly thrilled. ” OK, guys. Who do you think is the most important object among you. “Of course it’s me” said the first aid box.”I have everything inside me, in case of an emergency. “Ha Ha, you do. Do you?” said the knife. “Until I move an inch there won’t be any work for you, dumb box.” shouted the knife.

    ” Wait, Wait. What’s the fuss all about” said the spectacle case. He then whistled and said ” Come on baby”. Out came a pair of spectacles from the draw and climbed onto the table. Pratap was engrossed in hearing and watching this. ” So we are the most important here. Without us you cannot see a damn thing. ” Pratap was smiling again. ” Tak Tak”. Someone was knocking the bedroom door. Pratap shoved all the objects inside the backpack and rushed to open the door.

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    image from http://www.hcplive.com   This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

    This time we’re aiming at making it more creative! You have to write a post starting with ‘First Aid Box. Check. Knife. Check. Spectacle Case. Check.’

     
  • Ram 3:53 pm on January 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    and the winner is … 

    Sharmila adjusted her car’s rear view mirror and surveyed her face. A quick check for black spots, excess oil and over make-up. “Wow! I look cool na. Dinesh will surely like me na. She turned and looked at Kamini. ” “Why are you so tense? I’m the one who is going to meet him. Cheer up Kamini.” “Hmm, that’s right Sharmi. I’m a bit nervous in accompanying you. You should have gone alone to meet him. You just pulled me out of my bed and see how I look. A cotton churidar is all I got to wear in such short notice. I have not even completed my nail polish. You look so cool in that, black, body hugging dress. Dinesh is just going to fall flat when he sees you.” Kamini tapped her head with a wry smile.

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    “Kamini, don’t forget you are the connecting link. When Dinesh came to our office last week, you spent an hour talking to him and convincing him for the marriage. His parents wanted a bride from Mumbai, but you spoke with them and later with Dinesh. I’m going to miss you after marriage da. Please drop in to meet me often. Kamini smiled.

    They reached Dinesh’s apartment, and went inside. Dinesh looked awesome  in a white kurta and jeans. ” Hi Dinesh, sorry to keep you waiting” said Sharmila. ” “Here is your present, as promised.” Sharmila took Kamini’s hand and joined it with Dinesh’s. Her eyes were moist. ” What is going on?” Kamini shouted.

    “Kams, Dinesh sent me a sms last week saying that he was in love with you. He fell flat for you and not me. I cried the whole night thinking how this could happen to me. I felt shattered but I liked his frankness. What if this had happened after our marriage. You are my best friend Kamini and I have kept my promise in bringing you here. ”

    Kamini could hardly believe this, as she saw Sharmila walking  away hurriedly towards her car.

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    This is a post for Blogadda “Write Over the Weekend” theme for this week

    This time your entry must contain the three words – rear view mirror, nail polish and awesome.

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  • Ram 1:35 pm on December 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Hairy tale 

    Anirudh went inside the newly opened hair salon near his house. The name ” Two Coins Hair Salon” attracted him. The salon was a week old and it was crispy clean. As Anirudh sat down on the first empty chair near the entrance, he saw three hairdresser’s rushing towards him to claim him as their own for the next half an hour. After a small fight, a lean guy won the battle and took position behind him.

    “Sir, only haircut or…….?” . ” Yes, a plain haircut, medium at the top and very close behind the neck and sides ” said Anirudh. ” OK Sir “.

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    ” Sir, your hair is slightly rough. When did you last shampoo?”  ” Four day’s ago” said Anirudh. The dresser started cutting a few strands of hair near his neckline and said ” Sir, we have a special ayurvedic shampoo called medmix. It’s very effective and cheap. It’s just 1200 Rupees. ”

    ” I see “. ” Sir, there are so many black spots on your forehead, and nose. We have a golden facial treatment. Just try it. No one will recognize you. It will make you so fair. Sir, you also have a double chin, which is not so good for your age. We have a special aloe vera chin massage. It’s quite cheap. Just 1500 Rupees. Sir, we have a ………..”  ” Please stop ” said Anirudh, and took out a sheet of paper from his pocket and gave it to him. The hairdresser was taken aback. It read “ DO NOT DISTURB . I have tried all the above hair treatments, golden facial’s and face massages. I am fed up of all this fuss over a simple haircut for which I came here. So please keep quiet and do your work.”

    The hairdresser nodded and continued, in silence.

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    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

    This time your entry must contain, ‘Do Not Disturb’

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  • Ram 3:51 pm on December 15, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Under the Gulmohar tree 

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    Mukund, was on his third lap of his morning jog at the park. He felt that he was being watched but couldn’t figure out from where. In a flash he turned his gaze at a Gulmohar  tree, and there he was. A very familiar face. He altered his direction and sprinted towards the tree. The other guy was turning his face away and Mukund was moving in a circle, and he stopped. He felt a shock and a jolt when he saw Easwar,  his senior at college.

    He rewound five years. Then he played the movie in his mind. Easwar was the arrogant bully who made him run errands at college. He had done so many unlawful things for him in the guise of ragging. Mukund was also arrested once, for carrying illegal drugs for Easwar and his friends.

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    Mukund wanted peace. The only way to get that was to finish college without any arrears and escape from this bully. Everyday was a night mare, for Mukund, since he could not share this with his parents or friends. It was because Easwar’s uncle was their college correspondent.

    “How did you know I was working in this city? I am now married. Please leave me alone.” Mukund pleaded and sobbed with his head down. Gone. Easwar had vanished. He might have come there just to intimidate Mukund. Feeling better, he drove back home and told all  that had happened to his wife Kamini. ” I caught him looking at me.”  Kamini listened patiently and hugged him and said ” Things are going to be alright. Take your day off. Let’s go out.”

    The next morning Mukund was jogging, and he saw Easwar again. This time he did a sensible thing. He called Kamini and said ” Come fast. I will keep him busy till you come.” Then he persuaded Easwar to sit down on a nearby bench , and he started his chat. He was furious and he used so many expletives at Easwar, driving him and the passers-by, crazy.

    Kamini was at the park in ten minutes. She could see her husband chatting even from a distance as far as the entrance gate. As she came closer, she stopped walking and stood in silence. Mukund was busy chatting. But there was no Easwar there. He was talking to the bench.

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    This post is a part of write over the weekend, an initiative for indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. This time your entry must contain ‘I caught him/her looking at me.’

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