They said, she stood by the window, all the time.
During the day, she would watch the world making it's move. Young men and women , walking in their confident postures. Starting their new days with bright smiles. It would lighten her up. Sometimes a kid would smile at her and she would giggle.
During the night, she cried by the window. Looking at the empty streets. The window reflected a part of her face, at night. A face she found really hard to "face". So she sobbed, standing by the window, waiting for a new day to blindfold an ugly truth all over again.
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Inspired by true events.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Beautiful Surprises
The long highway was engulfed in a blanket of fog. Sometimes a tree branch might pop out from the side walks, like it had been hanging in thin air.
Every inch around his car was covered with dense dog. An unexpected cross country business trip was turning out to be an adventure tour. Every now and then, a honking car would pass by his car. He tried to maintain a slow speed, as he honked his way through the misty road. The jazz music on the radio, was making the snail-like screnario enjoyable.The only thing that worried him a little, was the fuel tank meter which had now approached the red marker. The optimist inside him consoled him about finding a petrol pump somewhere down the road.
After a while, his car started jerking a little. The optimist was slowly dying a silent death inside him. He didn't panic a lot, as a part of him was still pleased by the weather. Finally, the car gave a final jerk as it took it's last breath. He looked around, and the patch of highway looked nothing different from what he'd been seeing all this time while driving.
He sighed of frustration and waited for his mind to actually come face to face with the current scenario. He got out of the car, searched for an empty container, in the back trunk, found it, and slammed the trunk with a little force as some frustration started building in him.
Standing there on the highway, he waited for a car to pass by him. But it looked like dooms day had struck. Nothing passed his way. He kicked a pebble and made his way towards the left side walk. On walking a few steps he could see a misty image of an army of trees spread far and wide. As he finished crossing the patch of trees, a lake came into view. He felt a little glad about it.
He walked towards the lake and started washing his face with the water. The water was pleasantly cool. He closed his eyes, rinsing his face, letting out sighs of relief. Suddenly, a feminie laughter echoed from somewhere.
He looked back, but the woods were empty. On looked through the mist covered lake and he managed to see a vague image of 4 brunettes. They were laughing and splashing water at each other.
He smiled a little, looked at the reflection of his face in the water, flicked his hair a little and was about to call them. Just then, one of the brunette, saw him and smiled. He gulped down some cold air in his throat, and saw her walking towards him, the other 3 brunettes started following her too.
The next day, somewhere in a village on the country side, a group of old men were reading their morning paper while sipping their morning tea. They all sat in a shed with the roof made of hay. The shed was surrounded by dense farm land on all four sides. It was a regular morning hangout of the old men.
One of the old man read the news paper aloud "Unknown man's body found near lake"
"It also says, he was attacked by crcodiles who had eaten half of his body" he continued.
"You know guys, Crocodiles are much less dangerous, There are far more dangerous creatures out there" he added.
"Could you name any one?" asked another old man, smoking his pipe.
The old man gave him a smile and answered, "Women"
All of them started laughing loudly.
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Heee!
Every inch around his car was covered with dense dog. An unexpected cross country business trip was turning out to be an adventure tour. Every now and then, a honking car would pass by his car. He tried to maintain a slow speed, as he honked his way through the misty road. The jazz music on the radio, was making the snail-like screnario enjoyable.The only thing that worried him a little, was the fuel tank meter which had now approached the red marker. The optimist inside him consoled him about finding a petrol pump somewhere down the road.
After a while, his car started jerking a little. The optimist was slowly dying a silent death inside him. He didn't panic a lot, as a part of him was still pleased by the weather. Finally, the car gave a final jerk as it took it's last breath. He looked around, and the patch of highway looked nothing different from what he'd been seeing all this time while driving.
He sighed of frustration and waited for his mind to actually come face to face with the current scenario. He got out of the car, searched for an empty container, in the back trunk, found it, and slammed the trunk with a little force as some frustration started building in him.
Standing there on the highway, he waited for a car to pass by him. But it looked like dooms day had struck. Nothing passed his way. He kicked a pebble and made his way towards the left side walk. On walking a few steps he could see a misty image of an army of trees spread far and wide. As he finished crossing the patch of trees, a lake came into view. He felt a little glad about it.
He walked towards the lake and started washing his face with the water. The water was pleasantly cool. He closed his eyes, rinsing his face, letting out sighs of relief. Suddenly, a feminie laughter echoed from somewhere.
He looked back, but the woods were empty. On looked through the mist covered lake and he managed to see a vague image of 4 brunettes. They were laughing and splashing water at each other.
He smiled a little, looked at the reflection of his face in the water, flicked his hair a little and was about to call them. Just then, one of the brunette, saw him and smiled. He gulped down some cold air in his throat, and saw her walking towards him, the other 3 brunettes started following her too.
The next day, somewhere in a village on the country side, a group of old men were reading their morning paper while sipping their morning tea. They all sat in a shed with the roof made of hay. The shed was surrounded by dense farm land on all four sides. It was a regular morning hangout of the old men.
One of the old man read the news paper aloud "Unknown man's body found near lake"
"It also says, he was attacked by crcodiles who had eaten half of his body" he continued.
"You know guys, Crocodiles are much less dangerous, There are far more dangerous creatures out there" he added.
"Could you name any one?" asked another old man, smoking his pipe.
The old man gave him a smile and answered, "Women"
All of them started laughing loudly.
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Heee!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
The Happy Farewell
The heat was getting unbearable. Matt could feel the drops of sweat rolling down his back. All he could do was helplessly look at the left row of the bus, which was barely getting any sunlight and didn't have a single empty seat.
Beside Matt sat an old man, snoring away to glory. His sweaty face didn't hold any expression against the sun light falling on him. His eyes were tightly shut, like a baby in the midst of an intense sleep session. The window blew hot winds on his face, which didn't seem to affect his sleep.
Matt closed his eyes, resisting all the heat. He never realised when he had fallen asleep, a slow surrender which took his consciousness away.
A couple of car horns woke him up. He opened his eyes, to see that the seat beside him was empty now. The old snoring machine must've gone down.
Matt moved towards the window, to see a crowded bus stand. A tea vendor passed by him. He called him and got himself a cup of tea. He slowly sipped the tea, watching the hustle bustle of the bus stop.
The weather started turning a little cloudy, as the bus began moving from the bus stop. Matt could finally enjoy some cool breeze as it flowed in through the window. He started feeling good. A big smile came on his face out of nowhere.
Matt began humming songs of hope, happiness and joy. Smiling at the passer bys. Waving to kids on the road. Staring at beautiful women in their expensive cars. Life was good for Matt, at that very moment.
Meanwhile, somewhere down the road, a little boy saw a bus speeding towards him. A man had his head popped out of the window.
A truck was speeding towards the bus, from the opposite side.
The boy heard a voice echoe, followed by a long squeek of breaks, and finally a loud crash. Frightened, the boy closed his eyes. He then heard something fall before him. He opened his eyes to see Matt's face looking at him, with a numb expression.
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I love beheading people. Gah.
Beside Matt sat an old man, snoring away to glory. His sweaty face didn't hold any expression against the sun light falling on him. His eyes were tightly shut, like a baby in the midst of an intense sleep session. The window blew hot winds on his face, which didn't seem to affect his sleep.
Matt closed his eyes, resisting all the heat. He never realised when he had fallen asleep, a slow surrender which took his consciousness away.
A couple of car horns woke him up. He opened his eyes, to see that the seat beside him was empty now. The old snoring machine must've gone down.
Matt moved towards the window, to see a crowded bus stand. A tea vendor passed by him. He called him and got himself a cup of tea. He slowly sipped the tea, watching the hustle bustle of the bus stop.
The weather started turning a little cloudy, as the bus began moving from the bus stop. Matt could finally enjoy some cool breeze as it flowed in through the window. He started feeling good. A big smile came on his face out of nowhere.
Matt began humming songs of hope, happiness and joy. Smiling at the passer bys. Waving to kids on the road. Staring at beautiful women in their expensive cars. Life was good for Matt, at that very moment.
Meanwhile, somewhere down the road, a little boy saw a bus speeding towards him. A man had his head popped out of the window.
A truck was speeding towards the bus, from the opposite side.
The boy heard a voice echoe, followed by a long squeek of breaks, and finally a loud crash. Frightened, the boy closed his eyes. He then heard something fall before him. He opened his eyes to see Matt's face looking at him, with a numb expression.
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I love beheading people. Gah.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Life Through a Keyhole
I love my life. I love the world i live in. I really think i am one
lucky fellow as i am surrounded by so much of love.I was bored of sitting and watching TV. I've been doing that for the past two hours. In the mornings , these TV people show repeat telecasts of the shows. So , I was moving my mouth with every word
that was being said!
I slowly got up and started to make my way towards the living room. I opened the door which is always so difficult to open. After fighting a battle with it , I finally managed to open it.
A long hallway of my house came into view. The light blue painted walls always brought a smile to my face. I slowly moved towards the living room. I could hear Dad shouting. I got really sacred. Finally i saw him , talking to somebody on the phone. He sure looked very angry. He saw me looking at him , and passed a smile , and then started talking on the phone again. Why does he always smile only when he sees me? Why can't he be happy everytime? He's either not at home or always talking furiously on the phone.
I turned around and started making my way towards the bed room. The blue paint brought a smile to my face again. I pushed really hard to open the door. These doors really hate me i think. Mom was busy searching furiously for something , in her closet. Why is she so worried? She works hard everyday to make delicious food for us. But I hardly find her smiling. She looks so pretty , when she smiles. She
suddenly sees me and starts smiling. But i thought I should let her search for whatever she was searching , as she makes delicious food for us.
I headed towards the kitchen. I wanted a cookie , No ! I wanted two cookies! No no! Many cookies.
On entering the kitchen , I saw my granny cutting some fruits. She looked very unhappy , maybe daddy and mommy talked loudly with her once again. They always talk loudly with each other. I wonder why. She sees me and gives me a big hug. I couldn't help smiling. She also gave me a piece of the orange she'd peeled. I love her , she cares so much for me. If only daddy , mommy and granny could be happy with each other, and give each other oranges.
I then rushed to the temple which is beside our kitchen. I slowly bent down and touched my head on the ground. We should do it , slowly or else God gets angry.
Everyone was busy. I started heading back to my room. I had to fight the battle with the door again. So i walked back towards the end of the hallway , towards my room. With the blue paint making me smile. I entered my room after defeating my door , yet again.
I climbed my bed . Looked outside the window. My garden had flowers of all colours. I saw scrumpy and Grandpa playing with each other.Scrumpy loved me and Grandpa, because we always smiled at him.
I will always keep smiling all my life. I will watch TV and even the repeat telecasts in the morning , I'll play hide and seek with scrumpy in the mornings , just like grandpa . I'll also watch TV with daddy's friends , and drink those Green bottles . I'll also give oranges to everyone. I promise I'll be happy always and will bow down in the temple everyday.
I thought of joining Grandpa and Scrumpy in the garden. But I suddenly started feeling funny. I then realised that the "Water Monster" had attacked again.
It was time to play the siren again. I took a deep breath and started it...
"UUUAAAAAAAAH!! UAAAAAAH!!"
lucky fellow as i am surrounded by so much of love.I was bored of sitting and watching TV. I've been doing that for the past two hours. In the mornings , these TV people show repeat telecasts of the shows. So , I was moving my mouth with every word
that was being said!
I slowly got up and started to make my way towards the living room. I opened the door which is always so difficult to open. After fighting a battle with it , I finally managed to open it.
A long hallway of my house came into view. The light blue painted walls always brought a smile to my face. I slowly moved towards the living room. I could hear Dad shouting. I got really sacred. Finally i saw him , talking to somebody on the phone. He sure looked very angry. He saw me looking at him , and passed a smile , and then started talking on the phone again. Why does he always smile only when he sees me? Why can't he be happy everytime? He's either not at home or always talking furiously on the phone.
I turned around and started making my way towards the bed room. The blue paint brought a smile to my face again. I pushed really hard to open the door. These doors really hate me i think. Mom was busy searching furiously for something , in her closet. Why is she so worried? She works hard everyday to make delicious food for us. But I hardly find her smiling. She looks so pretty , when she smiles. She
suddenly sees me and starts smiling. But i thought I should let her search for whatever she was searching , as she makes delicious food for us.
I headed towards the kitchen. I wanted a cookie , No ! I wanted two cookies! No no! Many cookies.
On entering the kitchen , I saw my granny cutting some fruits. She looked very unhappy , maybe daddy and mommy talked loudly with her once again. They always talk loudly with each other. I wonder why. She sees me and gives me a big hug. I couldn't help smiling. She also gave me a piece of the orange she'd peeled. I love her , she cares so much for me. If only daddy , mommy and granny could be happy with each other, and give each other oranges.
I then rushed to the temple which is beside our kitchen. I slowly bent down and touched my head on the ground. We should do it , slowly or else God gets angry.
Everyone was busy. I started heading back to my room. I had to fight the battle with the door again. So i walked back towards the end of the hallway , towards my room. With the blue paint making me smile. I entered my room after defeating my door , yet again.
I climbed my bed . Looked outside the window. My garden had flowers of all colours. I saw scrumpy and Grandpa playing with each other.Scrumpy loved me and Grandpa, because we always smiled at him.
I will always keep smiling all my life. I will watch TV and even the repeat telecasts in the morning , I'll play hide and seek with scrumpy in the mornings , just like grandpa . I'll also watch TV with daddy's friends , and drink those Green bottles . I'll also give oranges to everyone. I promise I'll be happy always and will bow down in the temple everyday.
I thought of joining Grandpa and Scrumpy in the garden. But I suddenly started feeling funny. I then realised that the "Water Monster" had attacked again.
It was time to play the siren again. I took a deep breath and started it...
"UUUAAAAAAAAH!! UAAAAAAH!!"
The Kid
The sun was going down. There was stillness all around. Darkness was taking over.
Somewhere in a remote area, was a small house. An old welcome mat placed in front of a wooden door. It was entirely made up of wood. On opening the door you would expect a witch sitting on a rocking chair, doing her nails. But things were quite different inside.
A kid with innocence in his eyes looked at his father, who was too busy watching the news reruns.
"Daddy! I wanna play football!" He said, banging his feet on the wooden floor.
A tired daddy sitting on the couch replied "Not now son, there's no one outside. Go play with your cousin". The son stood there for a moment. Daddy had an uninteresting expression on his face.
The kid silently walked away. Inside his room he sees his cousin playing with some of his old toys. The kid stared at his cousin. He leaned over him and whispered "You wanna play? Let’s play then!"
Daddy was bored. Nothing was on the TV. The sound of the TV resonated through the silent environment. Suddenly, there's a bang on the door.
"Who is it?" asks daddy.
No reply. Another Bang.
"Son! I guess your friends are playin' football!" he says loudly.
No reply. Another bang answers his call.
Daddy shakes off his laziness and goes to open the door. He opens the door to see his son smiling at him.
"Look dad! I am playing with my cousin!" the kid shouts, and starts laughing.
The kid kicks the ball towards his father.
The ball had too many hair stuck on it.
Daddy picked it up, to see a red colored face staring back at him.
Somewhere in a remote area, was a small house. An old welcome mat placed in front of a wooden door. It was entirely made up of wood. On opening the door you would expect a witch sitting on a rocking chair, doing her nails. But things were quite different inside.
A kid with innocence in his eyes looked at his father, who was too busy watching the news reruns.
"Daddy! I wanna play football!" He said, banging his feet on the wooden floor.
A tired daddy sitting on the couch replied "Not now son, there's no one outside. Go play with your cousin". The son stood there for a moment. Daddy had an uninteresting expression on his face.
The kid silently walked away. Inside his room he sees his cousin playing with some of his old toys. The kid stared at his cousin. He leaned over him and whispered "You wanna play? Let’s play then!"
Daddy was bored. Nothing was on the TV. The sound of the TV resonated through the silent environment. Suddenly, there's a bang on the door.
"Who is it?" asks daddy.
No reply. Another Bang.
"Son! I guess your friends are playin' football!" he says loudly.
No reply. Another bang answers his call.
Daddy shakes off his laziness and goes to open the door. He opens the door to see his son smiling at him.
"Look dad! I am playing with my cousin!" the kid shouts, and starts laughing.
The kid kicks the ball towards his father.
The ball had too many hair stuck on it.
Daddy picked it up, to see a red colored face staring back at him.
....And so it begins...
Hi,
My name is Punkster.
Let's not waste time talking about myself because I know, you don't give a cat's or rat's about me.
This blog is an attempt to satisfy my creative itch.
I really don't know for how long I'll be able to keep this blog rolling.
But ill try to maintain the C grade standard of story telling, everytime I post a story here.
Enjoy your bowl full of "Brain stew".
Punkster.
(Insert two middle fingers here)
My name is Punkster.
Let's not waste time talking about myself because I know, you don't give a cat's or rat's about me.
This blog is an attempt to satisfy my creative itch.
I really don't know for how long I'll be able to keep this blog rolling.
But ill try to maintain the C grade standard of story telling, everytime I post a story here.
Enjoy your bowl full of "Brain stew".
Punkster.
(Insert two middle fingers here)
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