A Mother Too.

She taught me everything I know and scared dad away whenever he was angry with me.

She worried about what I ate, she kept nagging about it and made me look like fool if I retorted back.

She cuddled me at night, when I was afraid of all the noises the bugs made.

She was killed by those gun people, and taken away, when I was only a cub.

I miss her warmth, her care,her fur; I miss my mother.

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All in God’s Work

God: So, how’s it going?

Apprentice: Same old same old. Strife, war, peace at places. Nothing out of the ordinary.

God: Hmm, something I expected, but really hoped it wouldn’t come to.

Apprentice: Really, you actually don’t know the course this world will take?

God: No. I can only observe. I never even knew that human beings would come into existence, let alone their fate. So what I set into motion was a domino effect, a chain of events if you will, culminating into the state of Earth as it is today.

Apprentice: So, you don’t have a bearing on what happens everyday?

God: No. But in a way, I’m the biggest causal effect that the universe ever had. So, a major reason of what is happening today is me. But that is because I triggered the genesis of it all.

Apprentice: So are human beings fools to be praying to you, preaching your name?

God: The design of the universe facilitated the emergence of a dominant organism. I never thought it’d be those monkeys, but look where they stand now.Yet, the more profound realities of this universe remain quite unknown to them.They are only at a nascent stage of self-realization.It will take time for them to truly understand what my and their existence means.So if they do not self-destruct, they are in the right path to do so.
So, they shall struggle to know what I truly am, they mistake me for their caretaker and ultimate savior, but time will come when they realize that I’m just a creator, a being, who didn’t even expect their existence a few billion years ago. But ultimately, they should get there, ultimately they shall realize that I’m as perplexed, as normal and as ‘humane’ as they are. Only stronger.

Apprentice: Hmm, food for thought…

God: Enough for today, let’s get t work. This universe won’t make itself. 

True Darkness

I finished filing my work and was ready to leave for home. As soon as I reach the lift, the lights in the building go off.

My hands quiver, and I go numb all over.
Completely blinded, I reached for the wall and made my way through the hallway.Most of my colleagues had left, as it was very late in the day.

There was an eerie feeling to the place.I was nervous, and pensive beyond all limits. I struggle, stagger and somehow, make it to the cubicle.And in the darkness, I could make out the figure a man.It was him. With my shaky hands, I thrust the knife into his chest, and felt the life leave his body. No one cheats on me and gets away.

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Deception in Plain Sight

I love to observe people. Stalkeresque as it may sound, it’s actually a very interesting exercise. I pride myself on getting the personalities right most of the time.

Appearances however, can be deceptively misleading. This wonderful story depicts how:

“Hey! I know this tea stall that has the best tea you’ll ever have! Let’s go there today.”

“Tea stall? Dude, these are the days of CCDs and Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. Brews there are of another level. Besides, those places are unhygienic.”

“Come on! Let me tell you, it is the best tea in this whole wild world.The aroma, the taste. It is pure magic. “

“Okay, if you say so.”

Both head towards the best tea in town. The tea stall, was a rickety little place. The owner and master tea maker was a very old man, probably in his seventies. with a grumpy look about his face.
The bare essentials were present- a jar full of tea, a jar full of sugar, a little station with gas and a saucepan. It just made the cut.

“Baba, two chai please. The very best of your special type!”

“Bro, this place is in bits and pieces. All tattered and dusty. And the old guy with the hideous look? How do you ever drink tea here?”

“Dude! He can hear you! Have some manners.”

“All right all right…”

The tea making process was nothing special, although, one thing stood out of the ordinary. The old tea maker kept adding spoons of sugar into the brew. Quite a lot of spoons.

“That’s it! I’m out of here. You could’ve told me that you liked your tea insanely sweet. That kind of calories is enough to kill a bear!” And he stormed off.

“I’m sorry Baba. He is always like that. But just out of curiosity and I have noticed this too, why do you add so many spoons of sugar?”

The old man did nothing but raise the spoon, and it was all clear.
It had  a big hole in the center.

A Mother After All

A mother’s love is like no other . Everyone knows that. But no one knows it better than I do.Here’s why:

The Tomb of Leeza is a beautiful place, with a bloodied past. A mother is said to have been buried alive by the King, who then took her son away and gave it to his queen, who was without a child. It is said that the king had the mother’s thumbs chopped off and and then had her locked in a small room. Without her thumbs, the mother could never escape. Later, the king built this gigantic tomb around that little chamber, as a remembrance of the mother’s ‘sacrifice’.
Me and some pals took a trip to the place once.It was beautiful and scenic to a point that you felt as if it was hiding something. The blue sky, the lush green grass, and of course, the huge red soil colored tomb. We explored  the chambers in the tomb and stumbled upon the center room. And it was eerie. Dark, dingy and signs of struggle all over. The place reeked of fear and horror. One felt bad for the poor woman, who had her child taken away and was then buried alive.
Our group decided to take off as the place was creepy to death. One by one we made our way out, but just as I was about to get out (I was the last one.), the stick keeping the door open gave away and the heavy brick door slammed shut.
I shuddered with fear. I was in the tomb, alone. My friends tried hard but could not move the door an inch. They said it would take time to bring help, but I knew that no help would come till tomorrow. I braced myself for a night alone.
Time went by. More than anything, the grim environs was what scared me the most. I kept myself busy with dirt-drawing and sleeping.
It was then, perhaps well past midnight, that I heard a faint cry. I curled up in the deepest corner of the room and kept still. The cries grew louder and louder till a point where I felt scared, but also sorry. I was so moved that I began to cry, not out of fear, but out of pity. The cries subsided to soft sobs. I wished I could console her. I cried myself to sleep.Sun rays woke me up the next morning.I was in the company my friends, who were staring down at me earnestly The local police had helped them to open the door. The horror on their faces was palpable. Something was off. I told them the whole story, but to my surprise, no one made fun of me.
Back home,when I looked at a mirror, I realized why my friends were so grim. My cheeks had blood streaks over them and my hair was frizzy. No,it was’t mine. It was as if someone who had bloody hands, had wiped my tears and patted my head.

Ways of Life

*June 15th, 1982*
Tumko Dekha toh yeh khayal aaya.
The new Jagjit Singh gem set the mood at the Chai shop, when I saw her again.
My word! Isn’t she just breathtaking?
She stood at the Bus Depot, flawless, serene, simple. I gawked at her until Mahesh Bhai reminded me that my Irani tea was going cold. But what else could I do? She was beyond any other girl. Mahesh Bhai deduces that either I have Alzheimer’s or I’m in love. I too think that the Alzheimer’s thing is true, love sounds too crazy.I should talk to her, maybe.”

*Dec 28th, 2014*
“Manisha looks in truly positive spirits as she chases down a big butterfly. She is a little princess, with her soft golden locks freely flowing. Her mother would approve, she loved her curls as well.It’s a fine day at the park.
I see her in our daughter.
I sit back and listen to some music. Jagjit Singh. And it takes me back…
How I truly miss her, and how I break down at times. But I would never part with those wonderful 20 years we had. Right from the days of the bus depot till the marriage. Those are the days that keep me going. Even after she was diagnosed with leukemia, we had so much love. Some sweet talks, those late night book readings, and love that grew stronger each day.
Yes,love it was. Mahesh Bhai was wrong after all.

Zindagi dhoop, tum ghanaa Sayaa.

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Waltz with the Devil

Hello My Friends,
This is an account of the most peculiar incident to have ever happened to me. And I’m pretty sure, that no other human being would have had an experience like this.
Oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself. I’m…. well, let’s just call me Narrator for the time being. Now without further ado, let’s begin our story:
The thing about me is that, I’m not like those other perverts. Neither do I lust over the female body, nor do I crave the basic human need, as many of my deranged fellow beings do. No.
I’m just a great admirer of the female form. It’s symmetry, it’s grace, indeed the Almighty did a fine job. And every time I come across one that has astounding aesthetics, I like to preserve it. I like to glorify the Gods’ work. Pay a homage, if you will.
And preserving them in amber was only natural. Brings the best out of them. An envious collection I have. Someday, I may show it to the world.
Anyway, one fine day, your humble narrator was on one of his usual recces, to Jim’s bar, albeit a little late in the day. 2 a.m. to be precise. Jim’s was the local watering hole and I usually find my goddesses there. I really didn’t have much hope for that day really. Firstly, it was very late, and from what I’d heard, Jim just lets the tap run for the regulars.So, if anything, free beer was in the offing. I entered the dimly lit bar, and found no one. But to my surprise, the karaoke machine was playing.It was a grim setting. Even for a cold man like your narrator, the atmosphere was a bit unnerving. That’s when I saw her. In the dim neon lights, I could make out, a woman, sitting at the end of the table. And boy, was she pretty. I didn’t even think twice before I slid a chair was sitting next to her.

“Hey, come here often?”

“Used to. Just a passing traveler today. What about you?”

“Regular. Got off late from work. Well, a pretty lady like you shouldn’t be hanging around so late in the night. Lot of pervs out there.”

“Well. A handsome man like you shouldn’t either. Ladies are wild these days…”

“Ha ha. I like you. But seriously, aren’t you scared? It is really late and this is not exactly a people friendly place…”

“Nah… it’s okay. Also, I wouldn’t have the pleasure of meeting a man like you if I wasn’t a bit adventurous.”

“Ha ha.Well put. Excuse me, I’ll be back from the loo.”


And that friends, was the last of that lady, that your humble narrator saw.
I made the loo excuse to get out of there. That’s because something did not feel right. I knew the moves that I make to get a woman to come with me. That night, for the first time, I felt that the moves were being put on me. I was tempted to play along, I really was. But I managed to control my urge, and left. Our little waltz was over.
But the shocking part, my friends, came the next day. I walked into the bar at lunch, to see a bunch of people gawking at the local newspaper. Intrigued, I asked a by stander about all the commotion. He replied, “It’s about this woman, who goes around killing men. Yeah, she takes them home, and mutilates them.She was reportedly seen around our town.Stay safe man.”

After the crowd cleared, I took the copy in my hand to take a look at this distinguished lady myself.
Well. What do you know….

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