• Fiction,  Humor

    Three Fallen Angels and the Theory of Everything Bong!

    Once upon a time, long long ago, there lived three beautiful angels on earth. Earth, because they were banished from Heaven because God was displeased with them. What was wrong, you ask? Well! One of them loved arguments! He took great pride in his ability to present well constructed arguments with great details. He seized half opportunities and launched himself at others (just verbally, violence was strictly forbidden for angels), and did not stop until he had made the other party squirm. He always had the last say in any argument. There was no argument he lost. He had an…

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    Under the Setting Sun – A Love Story!

    Courtesy: wallpaperseries.com               Trina woke up as their minivan came to a halt. They had reached their hotel. She felt almost guilty about falling asleep. There was so much to see around that missing wasn’t an option. Seeing wasn’t enough, she devoured each sight – soaking in Mother Nature with all her five senses.               Trina, along with her parents, uncles and aunts, was touring the Dev-Bhumi – Kedarnath and Badrinath. Initially she was skeptic about this tour. What’s in a shrine? She’d mused! Also she would be the only one in her twenties, so lack of company was another…

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    Under the Hibiscus Shrub

    As the candle depletes the flame grows. The candle shrinks a little lower; the flame grows a little bigger. It’s an irony – how the wax has to melt in order to burn the flame. But if you look at it, it makes perfect sense though. To make something, something else must give. The world hangs on a precarious balance. Everything must compensate. Like I do. Like I am doing right now. I am compensating my lack of social activities by my studies. Before that I had to compensate an argument with Principal MJ during my final year of MBBS…

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    Love and Other Deceits

    Akash and Varsha were a couple. Akash – the husband, Varsha – the wife. Akash worked as a mid-level manager in a fast moving consumer goods company. Varsha stayed at home. Not that she always stayed at home. She had recently resigned from her seventeenth job to be able to plan properly for the party they had decided to throw on the occasion of their wedding anniversary. It was the fifth, so of course it had to be a big one.  For the past three months Varsha had had absolutely no time to rest. The villa they lived in had…

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    Neera – The tale of second chances

    I The inky clouds, pregnant with heavy rain, were slowly gathering at the western horizon of the sky. An excited wind blew from the west, bellowing mad whistles and determinedly trying to blow away the tin roofs of the slum houses that lay beyond the patch of high-rises where Neera lived. The wing-like fronds of the tall Palm trees that lined the boundary walls of the housing complex, thrashed and writhed as the sadistic wind played with them ruthlessly. Yet they bowed their crowned heads low before the wind. It was almost as if they were worshipping their torturer. It…

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    In the Place Between the Right and the Wrong – II

    This post was originally meant to be part of Indian Fiction Workshop Exercise-9.Unfortunately I couldn’t finish writing on time. But the IFW founder fathers Suresh and TF are still kind to put it up on the site. Here’s the IFW link for my story – http://indifictionworkshop.blogspot.in/2013/08/in-place-between-right-and-wrong.html Read part I here. Thursday 10 am in office Pooja is busy cleaning up her office when Puneet hurriedly walks in looking hassled. “Pooja, I need to talk to you.” “Not now Puneet. I am busy.” Pooja continues to clean her desk and never turns back to face Puneet. “I see that you are in a…

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    In the Place Between the Right and the Wrong – I

    This post was originally meant to be part of Indian Fiction Workshop Exercise-9. Unfortunately I couldn’t finish writing on time. But the IFW founder fathers Suresh and TF are still kind to put it up on the site. Here’s the IFW link for my story – http://indifictionworkshop.blogspot.in/2013/08/in-place-between-right-and-wrong.html Sunday 4 pm in a club “Hey Pooja! What a pleasant surprise! “ “Puneet! Surprise indeed! I didn’t expect to see you here. What are you doing here?” “Umm… Nothing. I am just stalking you!” “What?” “Hey! I was just kidding! Don’t look so shocked. Actually, I come here often. I am a member…

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    A Dark Tale – A Story – Part II

    This is the concluding part. You can read the first part of the story here. Rani woke up from the splashes of rain on her skin and the sound of loud thundering. She didn’t know what time it was but judging by how little rested she felt it shouldn’t be dawn yet. The room was dark; the power was out. She sat up and looked outside the open window. A tropical storm was blowing in full force. She had always liked storms but something didn’t feel right about this one. The lightning was so frequent that the sky looked a…

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    A Dark Tale – A story – Part I

    This time I am back to wearing the judge’s hat for the Indifiction Workshop once again with Leo and Jaish. And we decided: why not use our power to make people write some spooky stories? After all it’s also the season’s preference, isn’t it? Who doesn’t like a good ghost story on a rainy evening, stretching on a couch or a comfy floor mat and munching hot pakodas? The kind of stories that makes your hairs stand straight on the back of your neck? Source: Web             The ideal situation for such storytelling, as preached by…

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    The Tragedy(?) of Troy

    IndiFiction Workshop is an initiative to help Indian Fiction Writers hone their style. This idea is the brainchild of ‘The Fool’ who blogs at http://luciferhouseinc.blogspot.in and C. Suresh who blogs at http://jambudweepam.blogspot.in/, both of them need no further introduction other than their names. The workshop in general follows certain rules. Everyone has to tell the story using their own narrative style based on a given plot. Different narrative styles are evaluated by fellow participants and judges. The plot for this exercise can be found here. You can read my entry here as well. All comments and critiques are welcome. Hector: Paris! Come here. I have found a thief hiding…