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27/01/10 New Untitled 2

Carlos loved that feeling of uncertainty when you are not sure whether or not it’s going to rain. He simply loved it. Getting out of the bed and looking out of the window to check if it rained last night. Or just wait till the dark, inflated suspensions of water vapour give up. The feeling just gave him a sort of thrill.

September 17th was one such day. Carlos woke up to his favourite chime and smelled the ambiguity in the air. At work, Carlos impressed the client with an excellent presentation. Same day, he got a raise.

The day could not have been better, Carlos wondered. Plus, the cool breeze against his arms, little goose bumps and the decision of not taking an umbrella made him feel still better. Not that he always made this decision on days like these; he just chose not to take one today.He lit a cigarette. A puff in such weather is always a welcome high.

As Carlos reached the grocery store, he saw Caryn across the road.

Oh! Caryn, he gasped. There was something about her. Not in a fairy tale or movie star sort of way. But the glint in her eyes, her dark brown skin, and her unconventional looks…Carlos could go on and on…He tried to remember how long he had waited to express his feelings towards his neighbour.

Caryn wore her rusty helmet and kick started her 1980 Vespa.

And then it poured. The suspense was over.

“Want a ride back home? I know it’s not very new but still…”

It was certainly the most beautiful uncertain day in Carlos’ life yet.

11/01/10 Silhouette : Short Fiction Contest

Its Jason again. My entry for the competetion on his blog is as follows.

The Victim

“Ya Allah!”

 Ali Mushtaq sprang up from his rickety bed, startled.

His tattered shirt was wet, stuck to his incised and frail torso.Third degree.

 The cell reeked of piss and dead rodents.

 But that’s not what bothered him.

Eight months. Every night. Same dream. Same suffering.

Ali had taste of steel in his mouth. His vomit did not make much difference to what surrounded him. He called out  name. It echoed back from the dark unending corridors.

 Soon, Ali was murmuring verses from the Koran till the devils took over.

 Rewind.

The rain. The overcoat. The cigar. The pistol. The shot.

The only contrast to the scene was blood.

RED.

Who the heck killed Sabina Ali Mushtaq?

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Let me know your comments on the attempt.

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17/12/09 Untitled

He unearthed the mp3 player that she gifted him on his birthday.

She has stopped listening to their favourite songs they used to
listen on the shop stairs on their favourite street.

He hates that.
Music was their therapy.

He bought new earphones, put in new songs and his ears are
plugged for some 10 hours a day. The mp3 player is breathing now!

Why now, the justice to the player?
He reasons, ‘ She was my song, my music’.

And nothing else matters….

30/11/09 A welcome change!

Two words to describe this last weekend.

Awesomely Terrific!!

I doubt if that usage is correct..but you get the drift..

Occasion : Reunion (After 3 years) + A dear friend’s Wedding.

Members : Jay, Dolly, Swati (All Pune), Riddhima, Sameer, Piyush (All Nagpur) and yours truly.

Place of visit : Raipur (Central India)

We started off on the right foot when our long pending train tickets got confirmed. Thanks papa (Ya, he is a railway man). The mood was upbeat but just as we were readying to sleep for the overnight journey, there was a bomb scare on the train. We had to alight at an obscure station for police checks and it was not before an hour that the train was let go. It turned out to a be hoax.

Anyway, we reached Raipur by around noon next day and were welcomed by Piyush who had already reached there with the Nagpur gang. We headed straightaway to the hotel to freshen up. Since this was the first south Indian wedding that we were attending, we did not want to miss a single from the innumerable ceremonies that any Indian wedding can boast of.

Most of them weren’t as long as we had expected and it was interesting to know the reason and the procedure with which they were conducted by two pot bellied pandits (priests). All in all it was a great experience to witness a friend getting married and starting a new life with new goals and priorities. The bidai (when the bride takes off with the groom) was obviously tearful.

All said and done, i can assure one thing that all of us returned back with a new perspective towards life. Things change and some day or the other we have to accept them. For me, this fits to the ‘T’. Okay..no more philosophy…

BTW we gifted her a dazzling pair of diamond ear rings!

We returned to Nagpur where all of us had a gala time at this new pub (Sameer’s recommendation). We did not realise how many pints we had gulped down amidst poor and very poor jokes, leg pulling and sharing nostalgia when Swati announced that it was time to go!

The journey back to Pune was uneventful (except for a very irritating Sardarji who did not let us sleep. :) ).

Monday blues!!@#$% Arggh!

Miss you all buddies.

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17/11/09 The Push

That’s it!

Is that all you’ve got? C’mon two more….

I can’t.

Arrrgh…hmmph.Yeaaaah!

My inhaler!?

Out of the window!

Clang!

I need a bath…

Abs tomorrow, 7AM!

Yeah Yeah!, …coach.

 

04/11/09 The Parting

They did not know

where their destinies led them

 For they did not care,

And then they parted.

 

They made a promise

A long time ago

To remain unseparable

And then they parted.

 

They feared one thing

that could not be endured

Threads, interwoven

And then they parted.

 

They met, those two hours

Every single moment

was etched, forever

And then they parted.

 

They saw the skies,

So clear.

He wished to go beyond

and keep the promise.

CRASH!

And then they united, till eternity.

 

 

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30/10/09 Naak ke baal and izzat ke faloodey : 2 questions

1. What according to you should be more important: Individualism or Sacrifice for the family and society?

2. Is being born as a girl still a road block for making one’s own decisions?

I would love to hear from you and considering the traffic on my blog is not much, i would want each one of you who reaches this page to comment on atleast one question.
Thanks.

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26/10/09 Just Down

Well does life get any better
more yesterday than today
How I thought the sun would shine tommorow
But it rained…

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18/10/09 The Buzz

He lifted his face from the gush of water from the spout of the tap.

He looked at himself in the broken mirror. The mirror added to the truth of his life.

He wiped his face with his sleeve and sat down on the commode.

He looked outside the bathroom ventilator where a pigeon family had just started to build a nest.

He rose up and felt disgruntled with himself, he just had a demonic thought in his mind.

He flushed for no reason. He liked sound…the draining away of stuff that was shit out.

He twisted the knob.

He took a step that was already cemented.

He grew tense.

He stood and looked around.

He turned back and grabbed a towel, rolled it, dug his teeth into it and stopped himself from screaming.

He cried out a name.

He pressed his hands against the platform and snorted the last few grammes.

Solace.

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28/09/09 Just a love bite…

Admiration and love are two different things…

Puh-lease…

No really…you never really understand what I  try to say..ALL THE TIME!!

Yeah right! Who would? When your ‘lover’ tells you about a new girl from school or college who he used to ‘admire’…ALL THE TIME!!

But…

What do you want to prove…am i not good enough for you? Do you long to see them in me??

See you are just making a building out of a brick..

I am sick of these girls…and that was not the  right idiom…

See…even you know that you did it…hehe

Shut up…dont piss me any more…

Ok..lets go for an ice cream..?

Not helping…

A coffee?

This neither…

A drink..will that be fine?

Its 10 o’ clock in the morning…

Is it…?????

Lets get dressed…

Nooooooooo…come to me  baby…

Oh! that smile reminds me of  Tanya…did i tell you about her???

YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!!!!!

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