A few jabs at story writing - a short story

The snap - In the dark - femininity in words.




It has been quite a while since I wrote my last short story and tonight for some unfathomable reason i feel like writing one. Something experimental and exiting st the same time. Like may be having sex for the first time.


A story too short to read for a while but with too strong a message to last for a while. Like being hit by a bullet.



Attempt 1 - The girl in love. (no of sentences - 7 )


She still loved him, loved him deeply and fervently and it was that love that carried her till now. And now that she had finally killed him, she loved him even more like the earth that tries to retain the kisses of the rain in the drought of the summer. But she had to do it. Had to kill him. No other go. After all it wasn't a crime of passion, it was a crime of reason and the reason was as simplistic as it could get. The drought was getting worse and she had to feed her child.



Attempt 2 - The drunken stupor. (no of sentences - 5 )

She was so much in pain, a white, hot and sheer blunt pain that no amount of alcohol seem to numb her suffering. She went to the same pub every single day, got drunk till her hilt every single day, and made a fool of herself every single day blabbering gibberish nonsense that took the fancy of her troubled mind. Not even one soul tried to stop or question her behavior. They were simply too happy to see that there are still people who cry out their losses without regard to what others may think. After all in the modern society, people are defined by what other people think of them.



Attempt 3 - The oppressed. (no of sentences - 3)

Coming from the segregated flock of humans, who were suppressed for so long in the chronology of time that god himself must have shed a few tears, she had no choice but to defend herself and her opinions even if she herself knew that she was wrong and for having that basic survival instinct, she was named a virago. A pity but she will last as did her feminine ancestors till date. After all she is the birth giver - the women.



Attempt 4 - The lost and found. (no of sentences - 1)

May be her virginity was lost when she was raped but the rose plant doesn't cry over fallen flowers nor the moon over its the fading whim but she will cry, cry out dark bitter tears until she succumbs to the same dry tears and dies or until she realizes that she can still bloom and that the flowers that bloom the second time are the most divine of them all.




The End.


Note -

I have tried to write the stories by reducing the number of sentences in each one progressively. I have tried to maintain a streak of connectivity with all the three stories the idea being to explore the different facets of the modern women. Do tell me what do you think???

The ultimate oxymoron....

It was a beautiful morning that glowed with the promise of new beginnings when i opened the door basked in the radiance of the dawn for a while to day morning. And what more could make such a lovely day even better. A news paper that carried all the floor crossing and political games of our democratic India. But today was even better than that.

The comment given by Mr.Modi(IPL CEO) on the reasons for why the INDIAN PREMIER LEAGUE games have been planned to be conducted abroad on the same dates, rather than postponing the game after the elections were so humorous and full of crap, that it tickles you to tears.

Extract from the hindu "The cost and the revenue model is of no concern to the IPL. Revenue is not the issue. Its the integrity of the tournament. The issue is that a high quality tournament is delivered at the full at the right time to the Indain and the world television audience."

Now that's some colorful crap or what? From when was the IPL isn't about the revenues? The stake holders are not sacrificing something for the entertainment of the people. Now, I do hope - that Modi will give us more credibility  than  10 year old kids to preach such BS.

They did not want to change the dates because they have already given the slots for the players - they have already done the deal for the commercials - they have too much of their face to lose if they cant make this happen - and finally the main and the most sweet reason, as my father rightly pointed out.... They want to cash in the maximum revenue from the viewers around the world spending the prime time of their summer vacation on the TV seeing the IPL.

Media always boils down to one thing and thats to entertain people so as to make more money. And thats the same when it comes to IPL scenario.

What makes a celebrity?

Is it their charisma, good looks, their lineage (well, one can get noticed simply by being born to a celebrity couple) their association with the media which in most cases happens to be the movies or reality television (No new surprises there), and may be some more good looks. But really

Is that it to become a celebrity?

Well looking into the dictionary, there are 2 definitions for celebrity.


1. A widely known person.

2. The state or quality of being widely honored and acclaimed.


OK. The definition meant is understandable. But not every widely known person has the quality of being honored and acclaimed. Then what may I ask is the difference between celebrities like Mother Teresa and celebrities like Abishek Bachan.
Hmhmhm…… To sort out the difference I think it would be better if I am a bit blunt.


Ok.... Lets take Abishek Bachan – He got Rajasthan’s most coveted honor award last year and what is his achievement – he acts in movies (Hey dude, that’s his job and for god’s sake he is not even that good at it) and please do note that He doesn’t even live in Rajasthan anymore. It seems he hails from there. And what’s his latest achievement – He made a world record for the most number of public appearances by a celebrity in a single day.

Wow – now that’s a worthy record. Come on who else can do something so meaning less and so so childish a record as such other than our rising star of Indian cinema – Abishek Bachan.


Lets take my another favorite example.


Nayanthara – a south Indian movie star who is primarily based in Tamil Nadu won the much coveted kalaimamani viruthu* (which roughly translates as the artist of immense talents) and the fun part is this girl simply doesn’t even act. You don’t believe me. Ask anyone who has seen anyone of her films. Then you may tend to ask how she sustains in the industry. Well, she moves across the screen in provoking attires, hmhm hmhm……… that’s it. She rarely does anything with any minute indication of a semblance of acting on the screen.


But still the Tamil Nadu Government had to give her the award, after she was born beautiful and that in itself makes her much of an artist, doesn’t it??


Dr.Vijay – He is an actor also based in Tamil Nadu who was given honorary Dr Degree appreciating the work he has done in his field. Vijay has done two or three good films including his blockbuster movie Ghilli but he has yet hell of a long way to go before he is awarded such a huge title that was given to cine field geniuses like Dr.Kamalahasan. And the fun fact about actor Vijay is that I have never for once seen him make one decent and intelligent interview in his whole career which is of course is too much to ask of him anyway.


And What does Vijay TV do to show its appreciation to his one hell of an actor (Hmhmhm who really gave the title actor to these guys – you need to act to be an actor), The channel celebrates his birthday in a grand manner. Wow dude When was the last time you wished your mom on her birthday but that of course is different you can’t market your mothers birthday? Can you? Hmhm… I think will kindly refuse. She isn’t that dumb, I suppose.


The awards and honors that have been stated above are just the tip of the ice berg. Looking into the media scenario, the line between the worthy and the famous are pretty blurred. And the government awards that are meant to put these lines in the right places aren’t doing their jobs right.


May be, they are getting a bit of money under the table to favor the famous or they are simply too dumb. How else could you explain South Indian actor based in Tamil Nadu Silambarasan getting the Kalaimamani Virithu*? And sorry critiquing Silambarasan, his father T.R.Rajendhar goes beyond my credible capabilities. And if you really wanna know about them, youtube these guys and watch their interviews for yourself. It’s pretty pathetic, their silliness easily shows.


May be money can buy you anything but credentials and awards should always go to the deserving. If it isn’t so, the award simply loses its value just like the way the honorary titles in India have become. It’s a pity especially in the Oriental land that gave birth to the geniuses such as Akira Kurosowa, A.R.Rahman and Mani Ratnam.

The dynamism of happiness .......

Have you ever noticed how easy it is for you to get depressed? Oh.... Do you really think its not the truth. Then I am absolutely sorry to awake you to the bitter reality my friend. Welcome to reality. Trust me - Anyone can be easily depressed for any of those silly reasons that are normally seen as unreasonable to be depressed by the same person some other time.

Still you think i am kidding.... Ain't you ?

Ok... Sit down now. Try to think of the last time you really got yourself down?

Lets be honest.. This is not a shrink's test. Nobody is judging you.

Let me see.... When did I got depressed last time?

It was yesterday when the internet bill came to home and to the surprise of my father (who needed a hell lot of persuasion from me to get me internet at home), the bill stood at Rs.2600. WOW..... I did not browse that much. Hey I know my limits?
I always check my account when I am online. Ain't I that sensible? But my father got really angry and he being one of those neo dads of India who think that its not right to beat or scold their kids for their wrongs - simply said to my mom that he will pay the bill until he can afford and went out with a long face and my mom took it her prime task to enlighten me on how much my father's happiness always is important to her.

Now I can face scoldings, beatings or any other thing but when people you expect to trust you do such things that undermine your trust, that get to me.

I was depressed. So depressed i slept the entire day off. Well some people eat when depressed, some people cry, some drink, some smoke, some even watch TV( I think most watch TV ), I either Sleep or call one of my friends. I really wasn't in the mood to call my friends, so i slept.

The day passed on as uneventfully as a day spent crying over lost love.

The next day, I got up and went to the BSNL office to enquire about the bill and found out that the cost of the modem and deposit were included in the bill which tallied a good sum of Rs.2100.

Now I felt relieved and called my father and related him the details. Things were settled - at least to me.

And then I got thinking(one of my free time passions), I knew in a corner of my mind that the bill was steep because of the modem and not because of my browsing. But still I got depressed when my father did not trust me. I did nt really have the mind to defend myself to him because i wanted him with me in all circumstances. I did not want to explain every one of my move to him.

Yup thats it.

Then thats where the dynamism of happiness lies. In the warm compartments of your mind where you you hold the people you trust.

A dreamer.....

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
-- Oscar Wilde.

We learn about much more ourselves from people around us rather than from ourselves. Weird. But still it must be one of those twisted mysteries of life. Have you ever noticed the way you look into nothingness when you are thinking or did you ever realize that you tend to walk a little fast when you are nervous. Probably not.

In the same way i never thought i could write stories until i started to entertain my sister with a few bed time stories which slowly found it's way to my blog and people started complementing on them.

In a way, I feel inspired. I always wanted to write. And when i think that may be i may have a chance to write a book, it brings a fresh shot of adrenaline through my veins. I feel inspired, invigorated and ooohhhh.... you simply can't out it into words. Its like looking into the eyes of a lovely girl who you have never met before and falling in love with her head over heals believing that she will also fall in love with you. Its in a way too much of an aphrodisiac. A dream.

Like one of my friends told me when I told him my idea of writing a novel - Dreams not only bring hopes but also broken hearts when they go unrealized.

But thats OK. I think I can live with me as a failure but i think it really isn't worth to live out your life without trying to do what you want.

So I have decided to write a novel and a collection of short stories and to that purpose i have deleted all the stories that i was hosted in my blog.

I remember my father once saying that once you decided that you wanted to do something - Make a commitment to yourself. That way cannot cheat yourself of victory by getting eroded into the daily process of life. And thats what i would like to do in my blog from this magnificence of a day onwards.