Tag: Life

the true heir (1/4)

The 21-year old didn’t hesitate to take an extra glass of alcohol.

“College is an addiction, isn’t it?” he let his sharp voice to spread evenly among his friends.  It was on a twilight day that the three graduates decide to share their happiness.

“Just half a glass and now, he is on…” Said the other, with a chuckle.

“Addiction…Huh?” she finally asked, submitting to the temptation.

“Don’t encourage him.”

“Come on, let’s play a game. Explain it to us and if you can’t convince…” As she struck with words to fall out,

“Convince you. I don’t need to.” He continued, “Let’s make a toast.”

“Before anything, I would like to suggest you something…” his friend continued, “I know you want to be a writer. I know your knowledge to reform make you say crazy. Remember, we live in a crazy world where neither is ambitious nor encouraging. The system was always corrupted and people who would try probably end in a bad shape. I know your rush as hormones at this age but….”

His friend changed his posture and continued,” I once knew a friend very much like the passion of yours. An exact same ambition yet he isn’t wise enough to take my advice. He went around raising his collar to find his goals and now, you won’t believe me the position he’s in. He finally said that I am right. I am not saying that as a victory to me, but it’s just a good foresight. Everyone isn’t aimless, look at our friend…” he pointed his hand to her.

“Don’t bring my reasons…”

“No. It’s not an embarrassment to make a right choice. Besides, who am I to judge you. I am not offending you, my friend. But you must be able to grasp the reality of the situation. And for the toast,

‘To us for making money’.” said his friend.

“Fancy that…” she said, clipping their glasses.

The third one finally raised his glass and said,

“Sure.”

 

-Cont’d

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the boy with one shoe (3/4)

The streets are narrow yet, very familiar to his hometown. Three months have passed in rainy days with unusual visits of the hot sun.
He managed to make money, but he misses the part where he can sit quietly. He sits in his chair viewing the nearby railway station and looks at the joy of traveling people and the mist of black air.
One day, while he was walking from the work, a strange thing occurred in the life of the boy.
Within the instant, his pockets seemed heavy after passing from a crowd.
While his fingers shared the moment of surprise, voices yelled in the background. His instincts made him turn and,
“You….bastard… How’d you like now, huh?” policemen said, wrestling a young man onto the ground.
When he was on his feet, he tried to attack the boy.
“I’m going to kill you. You made a mistake of your life.” the young man continued to swear the boy.
The boy looked confused and turned around to make sure that those words represent someone. But every pair of eyes looked at him with awe, mumbling the reason while few tried to applaud the boy’s courage.
After few hours,
“Why would he the….” Inspector resisted the temper, unable to ask the same question,” I don’t understand.”
Neither did the boy.
On the night of the third week, while the boy couldn’t manage to sleep, someone knocked the door.
It was a pure fear that made his mouth went dry,
“I know you’re in there…. Now, open the door or else, I am damn good to find a way in.” It was the same voice that took an oath to kill him.
The boy didn’t move an inch.
The young man broke the rusted doorknob with ease and came near to the boy,
“Now, where is the package…?”
The boy directed his forefinger to a pile of clothes. The young man searched them and with the package in hand, he looked at the boy.
“Thank god, I thought you lost it.” His voice was now casual, “These worth…”
The look on the boy’s face stopped him,
“Stupid, isn’t it? but how could I ever trace you back in this large city, huh?” he covered the package.
While he was leaving, he turned and said,
“You could be a little more helpful, you know.”

 

-Cont’d

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the writer and a virgin god (3/4)

He felt the jerks more often, and an instant realization frightened him as he was supposed to be the driver an hour ago…
His eyes are heavy and upon some consistent attempts,
It captured the sight of being in an ambulance, with his nerve pinned to the bottle of chemicals.
“Take it easy, sir.” Said a young man in a white jacket, “Your wife is here.” He followed and saw a lady to whom he offered a ride not more than an hour ago…
“Darling, Don’t worry…”
He tried to move but discovers it as a dumb notion to control his body. They are weak and drugged.
After a few minutes later, Aspirin took his vain to an another reality. He woke up and saw an elderly woman standing in front of him,
“Hello, sir…” She introduced herself, ” Remember me…?”,
“Of course, Doc… You look old,” He said in relief, “I had a terrible dream and I thought to visit you.I..uhh…”
“Yeah, You did…” He saw a concern in her face,
“Do you trust me…?”
“Is it one of your mind games,..?”
“Supposedly,”
“I do…”
“What if I say, you’ve forgotten ten years of your life ” She paused, “and you’ve got a wife and two children…”
“Doc, How could….” He remembered that she never wastes time on jokes.”Which year is it ?” He asks after a brief moment.
“2030”

-Cont’d

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the writer and a virgin God (2/4)

Three passengers took the comfort of Mercedes.

After a while,

“Forgive me but, could you tell what we’re waiting for..?” she asked the driver.

“Apparently for the other one who left the car…”

“Who did..?”

“No offense but, he looks a bit sane than you…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There is no other than us in this car.”

He bet to see any hint of laughter in her expressions but there were none for a while.

“You never saw anyone. An elder man with a gray suit talking to me..”

“No, I thought you were on a call.”

He looked around to observe the situation,

“The book…” He said in relief, “It’s real and he brought it.”

“You sure he bought it..?”

“Enough of this stupidity… I don’t care if he’s real or not. Let us go…”

But he never left the ‘idea of ghost’. Until now, he felt the comfort of a sole creation of tricks transformed into enticing stories. It was a rather frustrating for him to be an actor than a writer. He says that supernatural forces are too comical to be true. Though it contradicts his consciousness, he tried to convince himself of having hallucinations

Meanwhile, she typed on his iPhone…

“We’re moving…”

 

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#how I found ‘Captains courageous’

We always feel lucky to see the part of the world that inspires us.

I must say that I am quite grateful to breathe and see the works of David Fincher. Maybe he has captured every situation of our lives.

I happened to rush down four stairs of our office building on the evening of July the 12th. As the memory pushed me to remember my forgotten charger, I have no chance but to climb the stairs. It took another half an hour as my boss insisted on listening to his brilliant idea. As I have an enough comfort to leave the building,

Poets would have described the evening as calm as still water until it went cats and dogs. It came to a halt only to show me that I had no money in my pockets. I walked to the nearest ATM and as it was a late evening, it consists of notes worth two thousand rupees. My eyes left the calm mood and began to find a way to get enough money for bus fare. It found the nearest bookstore midst the soaking weather,

“What do you want, brother..?” A young man asked, only after he removed his headset.

“Uh…That book” directed to the extreme left.

The shopkeeper gave a smile at the two thousand rupee note in my hand for a book worth about fifty rupees.

“You could’ve asked for a change,..” he said to me while I was leaving the store.

That is how I’ve got Rudyard Kipling’s Captain’s Courageous and the currency notes suitable for my bus fare…

Only If I haven’t forgotten the charger,

Only If the ATM had one more hundred currency left,

Only If I haven’t had an impression that no one would give me a change for two thousand rupee note,

Only If I haven’t been kind to offer thirty rupees to a beggar on the morning run,

I wouldn’t have got the book.

It is an exact replica of a scene from the 2008 movie named ‘The curious case of Benjamin Button’ directed by David Fincher.

The book isn’t the greatest read but the process is…

To think of various perceptions and get to know the importance of every moment…

I began to think that it might be how I’ve started to write quarterly stories.

 

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the sid’s narration (3/4)

“The massive suspected terrorist attack held several dead, yet the identities…” The radio shuttered due to lost signal in a four seated Cherokee.

The 27-year-old thought about those hand-picked victims for the operation,

“Bunch of douche bags,”

The oldest never imagined riding in a 2001 model car,

“Can’t you drive any faster, boy.” Mimicking his boss words, ‘You’ll keep low a profile.’Hell does that mean ?”

While the thin man was steering with a thought of woman at home, the boss says,

“It means not to shit bed while you’re out open..”

The audio clip went viral with an #eviltalk, claiming a conversation between a criminal and his affair.

“ It was your boy who did that..”

The thin man knows that he would be dead if only the boss weren’t his cousin.

“Enough..” said the boss, who orchestrated the entire plot.

It is not more than a week that he took a contract. He got the cliche reply of ‘someone wants it done’ for his question about the reason.

The part of his plan was to gather 12 dead bodies from the mortuary to place at the arena. He final words before the act were,

“Even if anyone gets caught, just remember that no one killed no one. Everyone stays innocent.” and ends up saying,” Make sure the contract to be intact.”

Frankly, he was bit disappointed to get a byproduct for his plan.

“Where is the woman..?” he asked, facing the thin man.

“Who..?”.

“The one you’ve hooked up with, boy..”

“I don’t know.”

Not a second has passed to let a familiar voice from the radio,

“I.. Now that I know that he’s a criminal, I can’t…” tension was stung by woman’s voice.

“We understand. Can you tell more about your conversation with him..?” The reporter asked.

“Yeah.,” She took an effortless breath, “He said that the victims are not alive even before the blast.”

The nightmare of thin man came alive and began to gather terrifying looks from the people around him. The sight of young Sid running across the road made his quivering hands to lose control on steering.

Contd…

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the sid’s narration (2/4)

“I love you,” They said to each other but neither did they mean it.

It is meant to be a sound of comfort to claim a happy life.

She went out of the bed to attend a phone call.

After a few minutes,

“What is it? ” asked her husband, seeing the sudden shift of urgency.

“There seems to be an attack. I have to go…” her reporter’s voice came alive.

“Shall I drop you..?” he asked to make certain of his plans.

“No.. I’ll be fine.”

While she was driving away, he swiped a phone number.

“Hello, angel. Are you…” the unusual calmness of her startled him, “Are you alright ?”.

“Yeah. Just had a rough day.” Her voice made him think of their rough nights.

“I want…”

In an instant, Sid crashed with the woman on the other end.

She cursed the kid and when she picked her phone from the ground, it went blank.

“Nasty kids..” she turned to her left only to find a thin man staring,

“You moron, where have you been hiding..? you even made my life miserable,..” she began to sob,

“Wait, what happened..? ”

“Police questioned me for your ass. Said that you’ve involved in some bomb bullshit. Whatever, my clients…” She stopped at seeing a hint of nervousness in his face.

“You know…?”

“What..No way.” His expressions are not very hideous,

“You lying piece of…Get away from me.”

Neither of them knows that there was a keen ear on their conversation through her blank phone.

The news is too big for him. Even tougher to make a choice.

“Hi..You know, it’s goddamn mess on the streets. Anyway, you want to talk something..” the reporter said.

He began to say the news and anticipated a question even before she asked,

“How exactly do you know her..?”

He said the truth, seeking a lie would be too much to bear the guilt.

“Okay, Let’s help to catch them.” She said.

An impulse sparked at his spinal as ‘Okay’ in her voice was terrifying.

 

Contd…

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the sid’s narration (1/4)

Holidays were not going along with the sid’s imagination. It only took first three days to prove him wrong. It was an ad commercial that finally got his nerve,

“Use our new germ-tech toothbrush to see and era…”

As he was walking away,

“Do you want to buy one, Sid? ” His mother asked casually.

“That one…” Pointing to the ad, “Why would I want to see my own germs on my smartphone..?”

“Maybe a 9-year-old can brush more..”

“Weird inventions… Why are they so aimless ?”

“Look at who is talking….” His mother smiled, “ Ask it yourself.”

To his surprise, he didn’t get a reply.

He went for a walk and bought some crayons.

An hour passed,

It was same paper as before except for…

It might be a god’s idea to sent a gush of air to elope the paper from the sid’s lap.His second thought was to let it go, but the first reminded him of his hour’s treasure.

He ran. Almost slipped, crashed but never got the paper off-sight.Unknowingly, sid’s narration for his run started a chain reaction.

He smiled when the thought of both having enough time to roam around crossed his mind.

Midst the pollution, he could see the date written on the piece of paper.

“20/03/2020”.

 

Cont’d…

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#My curious case of life

It’s been a while I haven’t thought about what I did…

In brief, rejecting an offer of 3.5 CTC from a major IT company, I have joined a start-up on an average stipend. Being a mechanical engineering, I don’t see any interest to waste precious life for another two years to get a car and to be on a hunt for nothing. It is said that a 21-year old should take advice from elder people.

I honestly contradict it.

Often I saw many furious voices asking about what my plans were for the next ten years. After a few lectures, I realized that they have a most pathetic view on life. They have lived decades of life,  while sat before me with utmost pride of achievement and claim to have a pocket full of money, whatsoever with no integrity, waiting to enjoy at some point in their life, their innocence of belief on death as only comes at an old age perplexed me.

One of them has a bald head along with a bulging stomach, claims that he had two sons and that they are his achievements. One of them tried to convince me that I will be one percent successful if I follow the other way. And more interestingly, he said that they would be very happy if I succeed.

On June 13th,  2017

I have got an internship at a startup as a content writer. I was decided to make savings for a solo trip to Kerala.

Thank you for reading…

 

 

 

the baited thought (2/4)

The early hours of these days are much alike with a little variation in the weather conditions. It is a fact that the humidity causes irritation.

“Why should I buy you gloves every day ? ” he paused to remember something, “Don’t your university provide one ?”

“There is a say that the empty mind can be a good hand. I do need a good luck, don’t I ?” his sister teased.

After a bit of negotiation, he took a walk onto the street.

As the regular shop was closed, he cursed the fate to walk an extra mile. The cursed fate avenged with a mud water splashing on his face on the behalf of a car speeding ahead. With a few steps ahead of the shop, he decided to buy the gloves and washed his face.

“Why are you late ?” his mother asks for a reason.

“perhaps ‘for who’ is the right question..”

“Stop…”

“Maybe he’s around to say hello to someone special…”

She knows who it is, yet to see her brother nervous make her happy.

Without any comments, he left home for a walk.

A stern voice startled him,

“Are you Rastogi..?” a policeman questioned.

I was made to sit in an empty room behind a desk. Few murmurs from a glass wall and a camera made to think of him as a witness for an interrogation. He was not proven wrong until a casual questionnaire turned into a debate and,

“Why did you do the theft ?”

With the aid of his memory, he quoted every happening of the past few days with the approximation by minutes. After an hour, they let him go and advised to stay in sight.

It was too hard for a Sherlockian spirit to leave a crime scene.

“ but I know a friend who said that he saw them….”

“Where?” eyes of the middle-aged stout man brightened, unlike the usual dull face went on a display for more than an hour.

“On crime.”

“Who is your friend?”  he began to note down.

“Unless I join you to find them..”

“Look, son…This is no game to start sliding with us. Now, tell me about your friend or I see you in court..”

Here is a puzzle to the boy. He knows that this is his last chance to call his bluff and get on with his life.

“My friend is very persuasive in authoring a tale..”

“A lie..?”

“Depends on how you propose, sir”

“Alright, I had enough of this… why is that grin..?”

“I know what this case made of, sir. I know every corner of our street. Your two-month operation leads to a dead end…right towards me. Besides, what do you lose…?”

The courage of the boy made it as a reasonable offer. The officer took a closer look at the boy,

“Get out. Too many are watching us…”

 

Cont’d….

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