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…

 

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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…

Thank you for reading…

 

 

#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.

#the appetite of a writer

A man walking on the street…
A tall, young man with improper gestures kept his one injured hand steady, while the other swaying to pace along the street…
A small boy caught the figure of a heavy man thumping the ground while passing through…
It was the pity that he wanted to see in the faces of the neighborhood, murmuring about how a good man like him could get injured, thought to consult him for any support at the sight of his injured hand…
Now, which statement could make the powerful impact…?
i would say the statement that focuses on the character. It is only possible when the author is in their shoe.
On the present note, not more than a week has passed that an Amazon guy left a book on my doorstep. It was for one of my roommates who had ordered a week before.
i always say that nothing is a coincidence. How could a stranger pass a book at exactly the same time that I was present and the other wasn’t? What are the odds…?
”A house for Mr.Biswas by V.S.Naipal.”
i strongly believe that there will be an appetite for every author. To be on the side of the one character and make a heroic appearance throughout the story, or to be on the side of none except the fate. The latter one resembles the non-fiction as every page is realistic yet ‘unadventurous for some people’.
i am half-way through that book, tempting to turn a page only to kill another chapter.
Writing is awesome only if i could see those classics arrayed on my shelf, waiting to be praised…
It would be great if you can comment me your classics and, i promise to do my best…

Thank you for reading…

{And also, this is my 50th post. i love you all, without which my stories wouldn’t have served any purpose. This is the period of my life which i call it a devil’s puzzle. It keeps me engaged in my passion yet hard enough to keep track my financial career. If you’ve any advice, make sure to keep me updated.}

 

the true heir (4/4)

“What are you thinking ?” she asked the boy.
“I don’t know.”
“Then you are…”
” Which is…?”
“Thinking about your problems…”
“I’m fine.”
“Alright. But remember that you can always tell me.”
“Do you like it ?”
“What do you mean ?”
“Things that are to be done after college… Your passion for being a chef and your obligation of being something. What I am saying is that you could make money but you won’t be able to transfer hope to the next generation.”
“No one can talk about hope as it is infectious. And, on a second thought, what do you hope for…?”
“That everything is possible if you start something…”
“That is one big ‘If’. Besides, What am I going to lose ?”
“Nothing and Obviously, you gain nothing…”
“Look, your opinion doesn’t matter. It’s always good to take a promising career first.”
“And after making money…”
“What the hell happened to you. You don’t always ask these many questions.”
“Don’t mind. Whatever it is, I always like you for not judging me. I just want to wish you for your life.”
“Oh, Finally, huh… Thank you and you know that I always reflect the same of your wishes.”
They parted in good spirits. They’ve decided to meet the others on every new year.
One fine morning after two weeks,
Sanjay found that his son was missing with a slip glued to the mirror.
Dad,
I am not sure to start this journey at this very night. Especially, when there are a lot of whispers around me.
I’ve had some revelations in the recent days. A wise man once quoted, when someone didn’t lose everything when they don’t have anything, then they are in the sight of a true success. I began to feel the truth in every prospect. I wonder why it took me this long to start a journey to see the actual beginning of my problems. Good thing is that I wasn’t afraid of them. I don’t know that I return with success or with a lot of happiness or at least when the society has a different opinion about life.
P.S… I wouldn’t blame anyone if you’ve found few bucks less in your wallet.

Sanjay felt the joy to keep the letter inside his pocket and proudly, walked away.

 

—THE END–

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the true heir (3/4)

“What’s the point, dad ?” he finally asked, rubbing his blue eyes.

“Just a few minutes away.”

He parked near a hotel and took a walk along the deserted road.

“Come along…”

Sanjay stopped near a huge billboard, with an advertisement of a bulb on it.

“This is it…?”

“I am going to tell you a truth, son”

“Okay, this is a bit scary.”

“Look at that bus stop. My name used to be famous for this place, like the one of a kind. There was a lot of praises and wishes from my friends. This is the farthest place that I’ve traveled from my hometown. Everyone says that my broken fingers wasted my career. But the truth always makes me a culprit.” He continued,

“It’s not that I didn’t love playing cricket. But I didn’t have the courage to go for the last mile to achieve it. If I say a reason to convince you, it may not be the truth. I could’ve blamed my mother or the whispering neighbors or my ego to challenge a bowler only to hurt the naked fingers, but it doesn’t matter.”

Sanjay said, looking away from his son. When he turned towards his son, his eyes were attentive as ever could be.

“Son,…” It was new for both of them, “When you love something, make sure to cross the extra mile. Life is always a quest to find your true happiness. It is rather tempting but never compromise on your dreams.”

Later on, they walked away.

 

-Cont’d

-Thank you for reading…

the true heir (2/4)

From the rooftop, the view of city lights and their struggle to glitter let the boy slip into unconsciousness.

Five stories below, where the conversations are still alive…

“You are a terrible father, Sanjay” she was in a bad mood, “How could you allow our only son to drink such terrible things…”

“He made it out of the college. He deserves it.” He tried to convince her.

“Did we ?”

“What ?”

“Did we got that enjoyment when we are of his age…?”

“Are you unhappy that no one offered you a drink…”

“Look, my point is that the discipline is essential for everyone.”

Sanjay walked out of the kitchen and switched the channel to watch sports.

“Stupid cricket.” her mother almost snapped for missing her serial.

Cricket is a point of relief in Sanjay’s organized life. The moments of his youth came alive to him at the sound of the commentary.

 

….His thoughts brought him the memorable defeat of a local match by 5 runs at the age of 13. He was the last batsmen amongst the batting order. He knows that confidence of batsmen is an essential feature, especially when the team is down by 5 wickets and needs 26 runs in next six overs. He remembered how the seniors congratulated him for a tough fight. But one of them came near him and said,

“Keep playing. But never think that some praise will do any good to you.”

….His fifteenth birthday came up and no one in the neighborhood plays a game without him. He became well-known to play strokes with an impeccable timing.

An excerpt from the local newspaper,

….in the five-day test match. The Seventeen-year-old boy padded up and saved the day for the local team. He survived two days of severe bowling attack from the opposition. It wasn’t exactly a batting friendly ground when the pitch helps the ball to swing yet the determination of the boy has finally won. After a long battle, he looked happy and surely, very much exhausted….

….He went to play at the district level and a player like him couldn’t avoid the ‘Mr.classy’ nicknames.

His name went rounds to list in the Dileep trophy.

Yet Sanjay’s life was never a walk in the park. It is in the winter that a ball crushed his fingers and was unable to lift them for three months. It was even painful when he found that he can’t play the game without the doubt to risk his health. Past is beautiful when the pain he has felt mean something.

“why do you even see this stuff…?” His mother interrupted his thoughts just as ever.

He was no stranger to her irritation,

“How’s that sticks and bats of yours would give us any food, beta.”

“We pay for your school and you roam around…”

“You got no responsibility, Sanjay.”

Next morning,

He took a leave of absence from the office and decided to spend the whole day with his son. Sanjay knows that his son wants to be an author yet living in a fantasy of a lie. Upon the first hour of their ride, neither of them spoke a word.

One from a drowsy night and the other for an enlightened future.

 

-Cont’d

-Thank you for reading…