Author: saikumarnayini

the bishop (2/4)

“The idiots always spoil…” Bishop speaks on his phone while crossing the street “ These brats only step up to get themselves killed..”

The lane is dark except for the cigar lit by him. Being a bishop, his senses detected a stalker in a dark coat. The image zig-zagged the motion to remain hideous.

He trashed the cigar and aimed his revolver into the thick air,

“Alright, you’ve got my attention. Now, make your excuse freaking reasonable…” he waited for few seconds.

“I am…not here to kill you..”

“That ain’t reasonable for a stalker…”

“I..uh just want to meet you alone.”

“Then get your shady face into the light, will you ?”

The sight of a sharp nose and with a round belly, a man in 30’s witnessed before the Bishop.

“Well, this goes in one way. Say and leave in three minutes, okay… ”

“Yeah..” he continued, “The game is going down. I don’t know when but it will happen within a week. Though the politics is a gamble, It was the step taken to change the traditional perspective. There are orders to kill every player…” he began to explain his words,

“Careful now, Cowboy,” Bishop says, while the man reaches for his pockets. He takes a parcel and gives it to the bishop.

“I came to knew that you’re the only person to turn the events…”

“Time’s up, fellow. Keep walking…”

The man knew well enough that no one ever made the bishop to say twice. While he is leaving,

“The tomorrow is our enemy, bishop.”

Bishop began to walk with a parcel in his hands and swirling thoughts inside the head. He opened the parcel and saw the image of the two bosses in a bar.

“It is impossible, unless…”

Bishop never thought that the kings would make their own arrangements.

 

Cont’d…

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the bishop (1/4)

The bishop locked himself in the way of my queen, with the support of a pawn. The young guard is happy that he was tempted for a certain victory. He even forgot my thirty years of experience to tackle such situations and,

“There you go…Nice move, isn’t it ?”

To my defense, I was a little preoccupied with a thought. Chess is a game of patience. I know that he holds a leverage but I highly doubt that he can withstand the power.

On the evening of March the 8th and at the age of seventy, I sat playing chess with an amateur.

“Do you want to know about a Bishop in my real life ?”

“No…Now, you can’t trick with your stories…” he said, making a hand sign to make my move.

I told him one on our second game and my victory brought some complaints.

After seven minutes, when the timer between the moves took more than two minutes…

“A bishop, huh…” He looked at me.

Well, I couldn’t blame him as he probably never heard a story about a bishop.

“What do you about him..?” I pointed to his Bishop.

“It…ahh…. moves across and kills whatever, it can…”

“Yes, it is rather unused by many players but it is one of the most powerful players in the game…”

“I don’t understand..”

“Whatever the situation that he may face, he would never step out of his reasons. Either the black or the white, no one can intimidate him…”

“How did you met him..?”

“It was not exactly an official introduction. When I was of your age, the bishop almost got me killed…”

“Is it…?” His hand went under his chin,

“So, what did the majesty call his bishop…?”

I could see that he is calling my bluff but I decided to proceed anyway,

“Cristian Mihai…”

 

-Cont’d…

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the dead corpse (4/4)

We stared at the three barrels of rum, amusing the skills that took to bury them in the ground for so long. I say that they’ve done a  good job. After hours of digging that let nothing but an ounce of sweat, it finally surfaced at the verge of our hopes at the expense of a quitter. “What do you think ?” my partner asked looking towards the two boys.He lifted a barrel and waited for my answer.

And the boy with a brown skin took a steady pace, along with his friend. “Happy new year, sir…”

“Well, we shall see…” I said at the three on the ground level. The deal was to take one for each, but the fate intervened to quit our third partner. It also happens to set up with the two fortunate lads, less than five feet tall with those heads inclined to meet that of mine.

“You see that I am an honest man, even in this devilish business. Say that I’m kind and take three hundred rupees each…”

The boy looked surprised and,

“It is in my grandfather’s grave…”

“And you two think that it gives a leverage, boy. A week ago, you didn’t know anything about the place…”

“There is a word they call…” my partner stumbled for a word,” Inheritance…”

I took seven hundred and gave them to the boy. I gave an extra hundred just out of curiosity, to see how he shares with his friend, instead…

“We want a barrel..”

The boy finally said their extreme point of demand and my partner began to laugh.

“A barrel for a boy who barely stops pissing his bed.” My partner rhymed his words and I couldn’t resist purchasing a grin.

I went near him and,

“Are you a Christian?”

“Yes.”

“You do pray a lot, don’t you?”

“Yes, we do…”

“You get what thy deserves, don’t  you? I once read in your…”

And just like that, it happened.

After few seconds of confusion, the boy began to wear the grin. In fact, I would’ve done the same. A lazy kid in the neighborhood or a teenage prick might have lit a cracker, with either a tail in a wrong direction or to poke the graveyard. It came straight towards my partner who was carrying two barrels, and in his second of ignorance, he began to defend himself with one of the barrels. It only took a tiny spark for the long-awaited alcohol to suffice the thirst and thereby, it took the first shot at our drinks.

Four of us sat beside a tombstone and began to taste rum from the leaks, with smoke and sparks in the sky, slipping into hours of the new year.

 

-The End

-Thank you for reading…

#2017- the year of lots…

Somethings never change… Do they?

The enthusiasm that bakes your mood, while you have your favorite book in your lap, no matter the crackers that yell to pronounce the end of a year.  There is a lot to say about the year that gave us a wonderful experience, though the volatile memory could only remember a few of everything…

I ain’t gonna need an alarm to wake me at three in the morning…

I was happened to read the above line, in a novel that I didn’t recall the title. And it came as a desire to me, to live for those days. It wasn’t so hard and, I gradually found myself loving it. I began to wake before the sun and make enough things to inspire the day. It is as if you add something invaluable at the start of your day.

It is great to start a year with memories that are meant something for me and, I’d like to thank everyone for making it easy to say such things…

And also, I’ve started to write a script.

So, I say that 2017 is truly a year of lots…

-Thank you…

the dead corpse (3/4)

It wasn’t the same without my thick-skinned friend, with neither left to challenge nor to trick. Living in an abyss of utter predictability or with a ‘tick-tock’ in a loopy minute made me visit his neighborhood. I wonder that if anyone would remember his face or his ugly grin at the end of every question.

I walked past through the narrow streets and it took me an hour to reach their apartment. The street looks more like an orphanage as almost every window is preoccupied with a kid or an adult, waiting for someone. My friend used to say that the stranger gets at least a ten-people stare. I counted and the results began to surpass,

“What the hell…” The Orphan came towards me.

“Jesus, where have you been for a month?” I asked him.

“In my house, duh..”

“What happened to your nose?”

“A little scar from an accident…”

“Is that accident involve someone with a heavy arm…” I used his words and his trademark grin.

“It’s serious. Get out of here….”  He insisted.

“What is going on?”

“Get out…”

“Seems like I have got a choice…”

“Don’t kid around. They will be coming any minute.”

“It is a good start. Will ‘they’ tell me anything ?”

It pissed him off and fell while trying to push me… A white paper with a name ‘Gohjer Thompson’ slipped from his pockets.

“Gohr…”

He took his paper from my hands and began to leave,

“So, what’s my grandfather is doing in your pockets, huh?”

His eyes lit with a spark of fear and with a certain knowledge,

“What? You’re no Thompson…”

“But my grandfather is. Well, my father has chosen a different surname yet…”

“Then you’ve just walked into a real trouble, boy.” said a voice over my shoulder.

 

-cont’d

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#the slices of bitcoin

How many wish to see a coin worth $19,000 of nothing…?

Pretty stupid to ask, eh?

On the morning of the tenth, the term ‘bitcoin’ amazed me. My memory of its existence aged five years from now, when it happened, quite accidentally to read a blog on cryptocurrency. Some said that it is completely volatile while some demonstrated that it is a bubble. When Warren Buffet quoted bitcoin as a mirage, My interest escalated to know about its existence.

After few hours on internet, I came to a conclusion that

Bitcoin is a black hole of the digital currency…

No one ever quoted the above sentence but I felt it at the end of my reading. The money becomes irrelevant as ‘time-in-space’ in the universe of cryptocurrency. Money goes into it and we could only multiply in terms of bitcoin.

Read the sentence below,

”At the current rate of price growth, it is said to reach $100,000 by 2018…”

The trick or The truth…

Whatever it may be but if it happens, the investors will form a herd and as such, it becomes a giant bubble with lesser strength. I think that the economy in the near future will be more fragile than we’ve ever witnessed. But I agree with the fact that money should keep you happy instead to earn more with a load of tension…

If you ever buy bitcoin, make sure that you can handle the worst…

 

-Thank you for reading…

the dead corpse (2/4)

The threshold of excitement let me walk at the strangest hour beside the people who have said to be dead, a long time ago. I used to read a lot of comics or the adventures book yet the true part of miracles never seem to happen.

This morning while I was having a conversation with my friend, he doubted that I had broken the governor’s bone in the graveyard.

“I didn’t break…”

“Come on, someone broke it last night and I doubt you for…”

My thoughts went on and regretted not being a part of such sensation. The night gave a chance to cross the last mile. I went to the graveyard and began to hear the whispers of three gravediggers,

“What do you think of that Old man…?” Said a short one.

“What Old man…?” Said a bald man with a mustache.

“Jesus…The one we are looking for. What else am I supposed to talk…?” replied the short one. The third one kept his calm and kept digging a grave.

“I don’t know. Maybe the guy who loves to drink a lot.”

“Ey. I agree to that.” The short man stopped and, “No madman would want to bury thousands of rum under his ass…”

“How would that rum taste like?” asked the other.

“The liquid diamond, I would say.” continued the other man. “I hear that a ten-year-old rum worth thousands…”

“Shut you lazy mouths, for god’s sake. We would’ve got that madman ass if not for your whinings.” The third man finally yelled and the others got back to digging.

I waited to listen for more information or at least, to finish their digging.

“The gods are not in our favor, brother. This is not my first work yet the cruelest one to speak of.” the short one kicked on an empty tombstone, “We’ve been working for over a month and look what we’ve got.”

“There are a lot of Thompsons here, man. We could’ve…” said the other one.

“These are the heirs of the True Thompsons. So, let us go for an another.” The third one ordered.

“I am done, guys.” The short one finally lost his patience,” I don’t like to be any part of this deal. It was fun to create a dead governor and the implanted fear that brought us some time. Don’t you see that the longer we go the hopeless it was.”

“Take a look around, Sam.” said the third one, “Many people are dead unsatisfied or not knowing about their purpose. You have a shovel and yet, you argue with God about hope. You are the dead living, aren’t you?”

It wasn’t so dramatic as I’ve expected and as such the short man left the graveyard.

As I was about to leave, cold pair of hands anchored on my shoulders,

“We don’t like visitors, you see…” said the third one.

 

-Cont’d

-Thank you for reading…

 

 

#The Ockhi Ruins

#The Ockhi Ruins

It is planned for as many days as it can take, Is it?

Although it inherits the most beautiful landscapes, nature is always said to be cruel. The ocean waves that does a joy-surfing or the desperate swim to save lives in the event of a storm. The past beauty now began to turn into a nightmare.

The Oukhi began in Lakshadeep and moved towards the coast of Kerala.

How could be the story of seven fishermen who died in the storm?

The one who couldn’t have gone if only he knew about the horrific storm or maybe he didn’t mind the tide. The other who went for another beautiful day in his work and ended up in the sea that fed him, all these years.

As I was watching the news, I almost could feel my map in complete chaos. I paid my respects to those who lost their lives in this unfortunate event.

I want to say that the life is precious (Although I didn’t know how much).  I’ve learned is that things are often tempting to be predictable yet no one knows how his/her today will end.

The choices we make are always in 0’s and in 1’s, like in the electronics. Both leads into a different situation yet we get the luxury to make the call.

 

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the dead corpse (1/4)

The window of five minutes on every morning walk slave my imaginations in terror. It is first of its kind to transform into something very peculiar.

“The funny thing, isn’t it?” My thick-skinned friend gave an awkward grin.

I would’ve yelled that the white skeleton of a human is not funny if only he had said it a month ago. When some people began to take notice of it in a graveyard unattended, they buried it yet the fantasies of the dead traveled quicker than any means. It is used to resurface every week, mostly depend on the depth.

Every eye caught the shape of a large jaw and a perfect set of tooth. Rumours became a myth and scripted for shiny things,

The lady with a mic read as she practiced.

“….began to come from far places and even began to take selfies with it. Locals say that the skeleton belongs to a governor in the British reign and he is known to be a good man to look after his people. As his greed began to overpower him, a saint cursed him that he would never die as his skeleton will also be alive, being a governor…”

I must confess that I am a little coward to step into such ludicrous affairs. Unfortunately, I have to say about my thick-skinned friend without which the story wouldn’t have begun.

The tall boy said to be born in the coastal region, neither tough nor ambitious but enough to cause trouble with an arrogant mind.

“Well, What do we do?” He asked me, while I joined him in the college.

“I don’t know. Let’s do something interesting.”  He thought for a while and,

“How about we break another bone of the governor?”

“Why? He is a dumb toy, sitting….Wait, how did you know about the broken bone?”

“I saw that on the TV.”

He isn’t looking at me and more importantly, he knows that I can find out.

“That’s too early for the news, isn’t it?”

 

Cont’d…

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#I’ve completed my first novel, ‘the reporter and her boy’.

So, it is over. An idea I’ve begun to write as a short story broke the rules of my ‘quarterly stories’ and ended with twenty-one thousand words in the block. I must say that it took longer than I thought.

I wish to write many books as possible with confidence and of course, with an excellent storyline. Good news is that I am planning for my Kerala trip in December and hope to enjoy the journey.

Special thanks to you for digital encouragement and my friends from whom some of the characters are inspired.

 

Thank you for reading…

The book will be available as soon as possible.