Stories
“She left me not with a broken heart but a quenched soul …”
Being Meek-less
Predh…a divorced prisoner-chemist who loves Mechanical and adores Botany & Zoology. A lion…a leopard…separated from their families at the hands of human greed and the colonel’s daughter…who is somehow of alarming importance to national security.
Interesting? Weird? Off-beat? The way their paths intertwine and result into an epic fight back is the backbone to this sci-fi story.
FREEDOM- FREE Decision Of Mind
“…Husband was already in, sitting like the devil of the dungeon all eager to unleash on the poor prisoner just scouring for a reason. I stood by the back window acing as invisible as possible. She darted into the kitchen and came back approximately 7 minutes later with a cup of tea, dusk had hit the soil. He did not even bother to look at her and had his pupils glued to the news.
I surveilled the house for the next three hours, none of them spoke a word, she changed her clothes, cooked, washed the dishes and clothes perspiring and exhausted, my eyes were moist, broke at the sight of her. She served the food and he ate. Just after dinner he got up and spit some words in Tamil which I failed to grasp to which she balked and later coughed up some words. All she received as a reply was a slap from him at which I was taken aback, she had tears rolling by but was not permitted to cry, then she went in the kitchen and brought some thick currency notes for him, after which he grabbed a shirt and left.
I fled brimming amid a constellation of pessimism & dismay…”
An excerpt from a short story loosely adapted from the life of a professor and mentor during my time at VIT, Vellore. Dr. Himaja M.
The life of a factory man…
“Paisa hi toh kamana tha na life mein, zaroorat hi thi, woh zaroorat saali kabhi khatam na hui…”
“Kaam kara kahan hai zindagi mei, mehnat ki hai lekain aisa nahi lagta ke bahut kaam kiya hai…”
“Pata nahi play toh mujhe yaad nahi....usmei ek mota lala hota hai woh kele ke chilke pe phisal jaata hai, uss LALA ka role humei diya gya tha…”
As Eminem said, ”How am I supposed to grow up when I wasn’t raised” same was the case with Bobby who took birth in Aligarh right amid the peak Hindu-Muslim riots of 1970’s.
…A poor unaware village kid, exploding and shivering on the inside yet tranquil on the outside just like a soldier recruited at eighteen aboard an F-45 carrier to the war. A house so huge that belonged to only a single family was the hardest to chew for him. besides so many girls all dressed up tip-top smelling as if instead of going to the parlor they all kissed the same frog. He was awestruck at the decoration of the house and the women accompanying it. The floor looked more neat and apt than his shirt.
"Mai ekdum hi gaaon ka dhurra baccha" A kid so shy he begins making queer faces and acts like a retard, chweing and eating the food was even tough trying to maintain his equanamity which he thought his weird faces were proof of. He saw balloon for the first time, saw a cake for the first time….