Random Story #3

 ONE MISSED CALL

He was lying on his bed but he was not trying to sleep nor had he just woken up, he just didn’t feel like doing anything else, the ceiling fan caught his fancy while he was wondering of the human condition, wondering how some people worked so hard while others spent their day being slothful and how everything led to nowhere, all of this while trying to figure out how fast the fan above rotated. His mobile rang, it was precariously placed on the table and because it vibrated as it rang it fell, you would think he will spring into action to check the well being of his mobile but agility was nowhere to be seen. Nokia made sturdy phones he had realized the fact long ago, he had lost count of how many times his phone fell but his thoughts had been disturbed so he reluctantly left the bed picked up his phone, nothing wrong as usual, the ring was a reminder it was time to buy grocery he hated shopping for groceries but then again he hated everything that required physical labor the only thing he loved doing was wonder about stuff, he decided to go because he was literally out of everything, food was a necessity, so he walked all the way to his bathroom to wash his face made a vain attempt to fix his ruffled hairs and then began a search for his car keys, a look at his house and you would say it was pretty clean by a bachelor’s standard ofcourse but it’s not because he loved cleaning but because he was too lazy to make the place untidy.

Finally in the car he drove to the nearest store, he loved these new American style stores, just go around and pick up whatever you feel like no more need for lists or standing in front of the store owner waiting for him to answer your queries only to realize the desired product is not available. He took a quick tour of the place picked up some necessary items and a lot of attractively packaged useless crap. Payment was done by credit card it was easier this way, no need to count or worry for change all you needed to do was hand over the card and sign on a little slip moreover it was never fun to give away real money, the actual transaction was so well hidden he no longer felt the pinch the credit card had truly set him free. Back in his car he was wondering of the work that needed to be done, Sunday would eventually end today the thought killed him a little. The mobile was calling for his attention but before he could reach it, the phone fell again, he sighed in exasperation and went down to pick it up completely oblivious of the SUV abode a reckless driver coming right at him.

The blood in his eyes made his vision unclear, the shock of the collision had left his ears temporarily dysfunctional, he could see the SUV burning the driver is probably dead he thought and now the fear of his own mortality hit him, he was too young, he was not yet ready to die, there were a lot of experiences he was yet to have all the astrologers had predicted a long and healthy life for him, this couldn’t be right. The car was upside down, pain emerged in every part of his body as his deafness ended, his body was in an awkward position but the seat belt was stuck, he tried to grab that swiss knife but it was just out of his reach, he noticed his phone was still working, ‘one missed call from mother’ it said. Mother would be devastated if I died today, more pain he made another attempt to break free but his hands were absolutely powerless , he hoped and prayed for help to arrive but with every passing second hopelessness grew, he realized his ribs were broken more excruciating pain, he tried to divert his attention by thinking of something pleasant but failed, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep his eyes open, maybe this was it he thought, no point shouting or crying, he closed his eyes and thought of all the things he had done, all the things he could have done but mostly he thought of things he had avoided doing. As he was about to begin his journey in to oblivion he felt a couple of hands grabbing him.

Random Story #2

HIDDEN INTENTIONS

The room was dimly lit, there were scented candles all around, a pretty romantic environment one might say, the two lovers were lying on the bed both half naked perhaps in the middle of their foreplay, but neither of them moved, maybe they were teasing each other. There was a third person present in the room a woman, in the midst of twenty different aromas there was one that stood apart it was more potent than the others, it came from the gun that the woman had, it was the smell of gun powder.

She stood there looking at the consequence of her action, the man with the bullet in his chest was her husband the girl beside him had been a regular recipient of his affection for the past one year or so, a bullet landed on her head. She had known about her husband's spread of affection for the past couple of months she was waiting to catch him in the act, today she finally got the chance she brought the gun along just to terrorise them, it was her husband’s which he had ironically bought for his own protection, but the sight of her husband with another woman was too much for her she went straight in and began an open fire, the first three missed their destination but as they say practice makes one perfect the next three produced the desired result.

She hadn’t moved a bit, still holding the gun out as if waiting for someone to come through the wall, she was trying to resist every thought that came in her mind,  afraid to know how she felt about it, hoping that this is all a dream and she is about to wake up too afraid to know what lies next but slowly reality did sink in, overwhelmed she fell to the ground but to her surprise she found herself laughing, she felt great and it terrified her but she couldn’t help it she felt like she was nineteen again having her first orgasm. She often had dreams of killing people but she neglected them as nightmares but now she knew what they really meant, the thrill she felt was beyond anything she had ever experienced no matter how much she tried tears never arrived, she kept searching but could not find a hint of remorse.   Self preservation kicked in and she began the clean up so that no evidence of her presence is found, in the meanwhile a new thought struck her that both horrified and excited her to the same extent, the thought of performing the next kill.

Random Story #1

This post contains the first of a series of short stories I plan to write. All the stories will be unrelated, they will all be short and abrupt, most of them will try to make sense (I cannot guarantee anything). These stories are purely fictional like most of my other posts but these stories are different in the sense that they won’t be written in the form of a first person account. So here is Random Story#1:

HE AND SHE

 He is standing in front of the door, his eyes giving away the pain his face is so desperately trying to hide, staring at it as if waiting for a clue, a little something that would tell him what lay beyond it. The door stares back at him impassively, he looks at the door bell but the thought of anymore noise disgusts him, after the events of the day he cannot tolerate anymore noise his body instinctively moves a step back, blood is oozing out of his left leg the pain still very ripe, his socks which were immaculately white in the morning are all damp and red. All he was looking for was a bit of peace a place where he could sit silently away from all those intrusive eyes, no sympathetic words, no accusatory questions, just silence, to calm himself, to detach himself from the paranoia and come to a decision on what to do next but unfortunate as he was his home was no longer that place. He had taught himself t to deal with those nagging questions but today was a different day, patience was no longer at his disposal he knew he would end up hurting her and what would the kids think, he had completely forgotten about the son and the daughter, he couldn’t let them see him like this, ahh……his thoughts were interrupted by a surge of blinding pain in his dislocated shoulder but he was not sure what hurt more.

She was lying on the bed her eyes burdened with sleep, hoping praying that the bell doesn’t ring, an emergency meeting a city wide massive traffic jam, somehow anyhow he is an hour late, she was desperate for an hour of peaceful sleep. After a marathon session which included everything from feeding the kids to disciplining them to finishing their homework along with all the other household chores, she was completely exhausted but finally alone, the son was at piano practice the daughter went for dancing lessons, all she needed was an hour to rejuvenate and after that she would be ready once again to devote herself to him and the kids, but she needed this one hour just for herself, she never wanted the second kid just an year after the boy was born but he insisted and her life has been a chaos ever since, he used to be sensitive and caring but now he lived as if there is a set pattern that needed to be followed overlooking all the changes happening in and around him, she was aware that all these years of living together  had made both them bitter, but she could deal with all this what really disappointed her was that he never turned into the man she expected him to become one day.

Just Kidding

It’s been two decades since I first arrived in this three dimensional world of ours, my entry wasn’t exactly graceful, I remember being very exasperated and using the little strength I had in crying but in my defense a nice juicy slap on my butt was not exactly the kind of welcome I was expecting, the doctor responsible for my predicament was really enjoying herself it’s been twenty years and I still remember the sadistic grin on her face. The first couple of months were mostly spent in sleeping,  I needed some time to adjust to my new surroundings, the next few months were the golden phase I literally didn’t have to do anything it was like I was on auto pilot mode my life moved forward without any effort from my side, what I  enjoyed most was when someone tried to teach me to speak they would keep on saying  “papa” and “mama” over and over again while I would just blankly stare back  trying to conceal my laughter , sometimes when I really felt like messing with them as soon as they would stop I would mumble something  gibberish and they would start all over again. Oh those were some good days.

Now  the thing is, good days are like trial version of a very expensive software as soon as you get used to them they come to  an end and start demanding  unreasonable prices. One fine morning my parents came to a not so fine conclusion that I was too heavy to be carried around and must learn to walk, all my resistance was in vain and just like that my golden phase came to an end. As it turned out learning to walk wasn’t all that terrible. It gave me my first taste of freedom, now I could grab that that distant paperweight kept on that distant table, examine its features, play with it or ‘accidentally’ break it, one of my several ways of getting back at my parents for ending my golden phase. The possibilities seemed endless, one of my favorite vengeful activity was to hide or throw away footwear of the guests who visited my home, apparently if people are leaving and someone is unable to find his/her shoes/sandal the whole bunch gets really annoyed, soon I realized that all I needed was to hide just one of the two not the whole pair.

 Soon my acts of rebellion took a toll on my parents and they began punishing me, initially the punishments were mild like not going out to play or no cartoon, they were a breeze I would always find something more interesting to do that would annoy my parents even more, unfortunately for me my mother soon realized how impotent these punishments were and resorted to more physical ones, I still remember the first time mother slapped me, the sheer shock caused by this action of hers made my mind go completely blank, it was like I had forgotten the art of speech but soon enough fear kicked in, fear of the next slap and it was then I began with the water works, I could see the remorse on her face. There are a lot of great things about being a single child but if one has no siblings one cannot blame anyone else for the broken flower vase or the missing chocolate biscuits no matter how good a liar one is, oh yeah lying was the first thing fear taught me, so the slaps kept on coming but the really frightening thing was that the remorse I first saw on her face was no longer present. Sometimes I would run away from her, in the early days she used to out run me and when she no longer could I realized I had nowhere to go. It’s amazing that it never really occurred to me that I could stop my shenanigans, the only thing the slaps were able to do was generate fear loads of fear but the problem was that fear to a kid is like a bollywood cop it always appears after the screw up has been performed, when it’s too late. All in all being a baby boy was fun, all this writing has made me nostalgic so you better keep an eye on your shoes.

The Boy

There once was a boy, oh what a jolly good guy. He used to be a happy little kid, sadness to him was like a cool breeze it never stayed long, he talked of the world and it’s people, he talked about his dreams and his aspirations. Music touched his soul chocolates his taste buds, he was loving and innocent thought the world was kind and gentle, oh what a foolish boy he was…..

The boy loved his life and the way he lived it, he loved that he was free, he loved the serene ambience and the fact that he could truly appreciate it, he loved the little pleasures of life and his ability to notice them, he loved his friends and family and their loving him back, he loved that people cared, he loved that he was aware, oh what a naïve boy he was……

Time flew and very soon the little boy was thrown into school, he was amazed to see so many like him, he was amazed to see so many cry, he was amazed by the revelation that he was no longer the center of attention. He looked around and there was no one familiar to be found, the new world was not what he had hoped at the start, the teachers did not find him all that smart, the next day he resisted his return but his parents where unreasonably stubborn, he solved the mystery, now he knew why so many cry even he gave it a try, he felt a bit better even the teachers seemed to care, oh what a clever boy he was…..

A few months had gone, the boy seemed to be having some fun, but that did not live long because very soon a monster came along, they called it ‘THE EXAM’. The attack came as a complete surprise, the boy worked for days without respite, the boy fought a losing battle, in the end he was left completely shattered, he forgot all about his dreams and aspiration, he could no longer take pleasure in the little things, freedom was not his anymore, oh what a lost boy he was…..

Years have passed the boy has grown into a young man, but he is still held captive by the monster named ‘THE EXAM’, all his attempt to breakaway has gone in vain, he lives in eternal pain, but the young man is still hanging on, losing battles after battles yet hoping to eventually win the war that’s going on, every once in a while he thinks of the boy that once was, oh what a jolly good guy he was……

PS:  The monster is back so I wont be writig for a while

Just a Thought

The human brain approximately weighs 1600 grams, it’s essentially a walnut shaped lump of neurons, widely considered as nature’s best work, but considering the fact that we humans are the only party allowed to vote I have my doubts but certainly it is one of the best if not the best. I fail to notice any innovation in the designing part, guess nature is not a firm believer in out the box thinking but I like the fact that it is compact, very aptly located at the top of our body it is supposed to be the controller of all our voluntary and involuntary actions, just like us it is unreasonably demanding, it requires up to 20-25% of our body’s oxygen to function properly no wonder we are the most greedy and demanding species of our planet. The world that we live in is the creation of our brain, there are questions on how real our surroundings are but real or illusion the fact remains we have to deal with it, so what makes our brains so much better than those of the other species, there are a number of things that makes it superior but if I have to pick one that really sets it apart then it has to be our imagination, our ability to visualize things and events that aren’t happening.

What I find really difficult to fathom is the fact that how little we use this instrument of ours. It is amazing how much stupidity is happening in and around us, just rotate your head within a range of 180 degrees and I am sure you can spot an imbecile.  It’s like owning a Porsche yet driving an Ambassador. The fact is that routine has completely overpowered human life. Thinking has been made redundant just 1% of the people   are doing the thinking for our entire population, the major side effect of routine is the depletion of our ability to think, from the moment we are born we are discouraged to use our brains in the name of manners and good habits, everything has been decided there is absolutely no need to flex our neurons and before we know it we are completely lost in our routines. It is so intricately entwined with our day to day life that one can go through his entire life without sparing a moment to think. We are so used to the idea of routine that it almost seems natural, completely oblivious of the it’s adverse effects we try to fit ourselves in the routine, we even condition our involuntary events like hunger to follow a routine, I remember visiting a relative’s place, I was ten and around 1 am I found my stomach making weird noises after the initial confusion and panic I finally came to the conclusion that I was hungry, I reported the matter to my mother, she seemed almost annoyed by the revelation, “this is no time to be hungry, you should have finished your supper” “but mummy I am very hungry” was my argument followed by the cute little boy look, the look worked my mother obliges but food comes along with a group lesson from all the elders about my need to eat at the right time.

Please don’t misunderstand me, I am not saying that we must start living like nomads, routine works, it  brings some order in this already chaotic world, it is a very efficient mechanism that keeps the world running in fact it is so good that it has ended up controlling us and there lies the problem, all I want to say is that every once in a while we can use the instrument residing within our head, just stop and think  what am I doing and why I am doing it? Use routines to attain your goals don’t make attaining a routine your goal.

PS: I never intended to preach, it just happened and now it's too late.

The Good Score

Well…….here is the thing with me and good scores, we don’t get along. If you ever see a good score on the results it is highly unlikely my name’s beside it. We have been adversaries for a very long time now, it’s not like I have never tried to reconcile but good scores aren’t exactly amiable. I have tried to talk through our differences several times but they makes unreasonable demands and  stubbornly stick to them turning a deaf ear to all my arguments. I remember my first encounter with a good score, I was in kindergarten, it was sitting just ahead of me right beside THE KID who lived next door. I hated him my mother always used to talk about what a good boy he was, ”Look at him, he is playing scrabble and all you do is watch those stupid cartoons. Do you even know what claustrophobic means?”. Unable to answer I drown in ignominy, running away from her convinced she hates me I stop only at the sight of television, watching Spiderman kick the green goblin's ass helps me restore my sense of pride. My imagination takes over me, I become Spiderman, I go to THE KID’s house beat him at scrabble and then throw him and his idiotic scrabble out the building, Spiderman saves the day and in the process wins the admiration of his mother, anyways lets go back to the classroom THE KID and good scores immediately hit it off, they seemed to have chemistry. In the meanwhile I saw a bunch of poor scores standing in the corner of a room completely neglected I got sympathetic and decided to give them a seat beside me, hey what did I know I was a foolish little kid, I later found out that good scores and poor scores are not exactly the best of friends and good scores were really pissed because I chose poor scores over them, I couldn’t care less but it turned out my parents thought otherwise apparently being in company of good scores was of utmost importance, as the next examination approached I was under a lot of pressure from my parents, in desperation I swallowed my pride and decided to mitigate my relationship with good scores. They put forth three very specific conditions the fulfillment of which would make me eligible for their company.
First: I must sever all ties with poor scores.
Second: We must have at least one common friend.
Third: This was the toughest and the most important one, I must study.
I reluctantly complied, I studied to the best of my abilities and even made friends with THE KID but those back-stabbing good scores rejected me on the day of the result, even the poor scores turned their back on me and I was stuck with the stickiest of them all mediocre score

Of Doors and Dialogues

Kurt Cobain is singing ‘Heart shaped box’ to me through my headphones, listening to Nirvana has always been a pleasant experience for me especially if it’s been a while, I hear an out of tune beat but it is too vague so I neglect it…….within no time it grows prominent, I take off my headphones to be greeted by the bangs on my door, ‘welcome back’ I sighed, the thought of opening my door is just too discouraging , I am no longer sure of my next move but the intensifying bangs present a very compelling argument I decide to open my door, the design of the door is such that I can use only one hand, I prepare my right hand for the ordeal to come, the bolt on the door is very tight, I have to be careful or I risk hurting my hand , in one swift movement I unbolt the door, my hand perfectly fine to my relief, but the jobs far from done, apparently my door has some kind of an auto lock mechanism, it  manages to remain tightly shut, if you were new you would be tricked into thinking the door is locked from the other side, but there is no fooling an experienced campaigner like me, this stubborn little piece of metal is my arch nemesis, I am well aware of all the tricks, it takes three quick high intensity jerks from my right hand  to open the monster, I am filled with pity and loathing for my hand and door, but the ordeal is over and I find a familiar figure standing in front of me, “you are studying way too much mishra” are the first words of the visitor.

The accusation doesn’t surprise me, “I don’t know what I have done to give you such an impression but I assure you I have no such intentions my friend”. ”Do you think I am stupid, as soon as you heard me knocking you instantly closed all the books and threw them inside, you just keep your laptop on to fool me.”, his words amuse me, he completely thought it through, nothing I say is going to stop the assault so I decided not to retort. “Why do you do this to me “ he continues with his attack ”cheating me so brazenly, all I ever do is care for you and you backstab me, just tell me why?”, I seem to have lack of words as usual, no answer again, I am well aware of what is coming next, “I know you are very intelligent and I am a lowly fool but I am still your friend, I deserve to pass too, do you want me to fail?” “of course not my dear friend, why would I ever  want that”, “then why do you behave like this studying all by yourself and on top of that concealing it from me, your actions have deeply hurt me I can’t bear to stand in front of you any longer. I am leaving and don’t worry I will not return to bother you again, go ahead continue with your studies, finish it all”. He leaves, I shut the door I hear guys shouting, “mishra is studying “. I notice Nicklelback is singing one of my favorites I grab my headphones. A few songs pass and I find my door’s getting restless once again. 

Exercising Experiments

I am on one of my walks(it is extremely rare but it does happen), I see a vague figure approaching me , I realize I am not wearing my spectacles, as the distance between us decreases I come to the conclusion that it’s a man but soon I get a feeling that he is not alone , as he comes closer it becomes quite apparent that the man is actually following his mysterious companion finally we come so close that my myopia is left redundant and I get a crisp and clear view of the two entities first the tummy and close behind the man (or the bearer),we cross each other I try to fight it but a smile does appear on my face , I hope his tummy blocked his view , now I try put a number to his weight but I find myself overwhelmed with laughter and out of nowhere

Suicide and Tired Legs

“Wow”,  I find myself saying completely mesmerized by his shining black shoes , now I spare a look at mine, ”Dirty as usual” I sighed in resignation , as if it was somehow their fault that they were dirty, I remember they used to be black once……or was it brown…..boy ,I have a bad memory, ” you can tell a lot about a man by just looking at his shoes” , my father used to say , his shoes were always impeccable , judging by that logic and my previous experience of people with clean shoes I would say that this  guy is an ill-tempered egoist but then again I almost never agree with my father. In the midst of all this thiking I spot an empty seat ………HOPE I notice a man make a go for it………DESPERATION I make a run for it ………..  DESPAIR   I end up being just too late, now a formally dressed 30 something is occupying a seat which could have been mine,

Overheard

A: You have to be in my arms always, always n forever, so that every adversity that comes in your way has to pass through me ....... Oh my lover….. promise me this…

B: I wish i could my dear.............but i can never be so selfish.............i have to fight my own battles.........it is only then we can truly belong and deserve each other......

A: This relation is not a bed of roses, it’s a pavement full of thorns that we have to trod ,with our hands together ...

B: The path we are on is too painful.........with no end in sight............i feel too tired n lazy............and our hands have become all sweaty...........i guess it's better if we take the godly path of renunciation and leave each other alone...........

Helping Hands

Sunday Morning , actually it is 11 am but what the hell ……. I can see the bright sunrays falling on my bed where I currently lay, my head in the soft embrace of my pillow .I want to sleep more but my body is repulsed by the idea even my eyes refuse to close, now that sleeping is no longer feasible I am trying to decide my next course of action , I see the toothbrush , seems like a very reasonable next step but my laziness never ceases to surprise me , once again I get to see the ugly head of uncertainty…….. ‘What should I do?’ are my exact thoughts immediately an idea shines in my head and everything becomes clear , in an instant I

Early Morning Battles

Hey folks,finally my first post,it's been a long time coming but it is here......


NOISE......has a hint of music.......no definitely noise.....what the hell is that i try to think......"forget about it.....just carry on" a very potent voice from deep inside commands, i am in complete obedience......MORE NOISE....i get curious and try to open my eyes it's too difficult...... "Don't be a fool!!!"the commanding voice returns,once again I oblige,the NOISE is getting LOUDER and LOUDER irritation is rising...out of sheer instinct I try to move,temporary paralysis kicks in...."Don't even think about it!!!" the voice speaks clearly angry,my alter ego is more powerful then me......... MORE NOISE accompanied by LOUD BANGS,the shock of the bangs breaks the spell.......7:30 I decipher the time,I need to leave the bed,must attend class are my jumbled up thoughts.......my alter ego senses defeat,clearly desperate it speaks"Aristotle once said 'Even when laws have been written down, they ought not always to remain unaltered',you don't have to go.....sleep sleep sleeeeep!!!!!", my alter ego is smarter then me,the arguments seem compelling shoulders sag,I reach for the pillow......BANG BANG BANG @#$% @#$% @#$% (Harsh words)........finally i come back to my senses,out of nowhere urgency and panic creeps in I grab my brush and run to get ready for the battles of the rest of the day.....