Strange story of Lali (touching story of a stray dog)

Lali was born to a homeless mother on a fateful monsoon night in a small residential colony in Panchasayar, Garia, Kolkata.

That night when she realized it was time, she, Lali’s mother silently crawled under the gate of that big mansion, she pulled herself through the green lawn in search of a secure place and finally rested under the big corner window sill. The storm thundered and lightening shined on somewhere in the background as if it was just another rainy night, not knowing that a strange fate was going to befall upon Lali, the yet to be born.

She gave birth to 5 of them.

The gardener’s daughter was all of 6 years and 6 times more naughty than kids of her age. Next morning, the sun was happy and shiny, it was the perfect day for the playful kid. As always, she chased the hens and ducks at the nearby fields, she caught the multicolored dragonfly with bare hands tied their wings with a golden string and made helicopter and airplanes of them. Then she spotted the tiny puppies under the window sill. We don’t know where their mother was.

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Yesterday’s dream and Tomorrow’s reality

This is actually from the archives, published on this blog as two different posts sometime in Aug’05. I am making them into one piece of, something I call a fusion between prose and poetry, a propestry. Yesterday she dreamt she had finally found him. He lived in Mars and she in Venus…he had always seen her over the stars…she had always known him over the galaxies. One day she heard a knock on her doors. There was standing an angel, carrying a message from him to her, a message that was lightened up by the glitz of those million star … Continue reading Yesterday’s dream and Tomorrow’s reality

Chugging along

The train is now chugging through the hills, going in and out of tunnels every now and then. Manoshi is tapping her foot to the rhythm of a certain song playing on her MP3 player and she is reading a book. There’s no one else in the compartment. As the train entered a tunnel again, she lifted her eyes from the book and stared at the darkness outside the window. A faint smile appeared on her face while she took a deep breathe in memory of the people who just got off the previous station. It was a bunch of … Continue reading Chugging along

The Crusader and the Cynic

Based upon a real conversation between a Crusader and a Cynic. What makes this conversation interesting is how in the beginning every line manifestation of the two strong willed characters both sounding confident and convincing in their respective point of views and by the end you see a reversal of roles which contradicts the earlier manifestation. One wonders what these people really are and what are they trying to achieve in life. Cynic: You read Aamir’s new post, on his decision to run with the Olympic torch? I heard Kiran Bedi also saying the exact things Aamir wrote in his … Continue reading The Crusader and the Cynic

It happened on one summer afternoon

It was some kind of event, but I don’t exactly remember what. I was with a group of people and we had all gone for an adventurous hiking through some exotic locales. There were wild animals, pretty flowers, nice people.

I knew I was going to meet him on this journey. I just knew it. And I was right, there he was, just as I had imagined him.

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The empty bed

It was a cold December night. She was lying on the bed with her arms stretched casually across the emptiness of her bed. Suddenly she felt a warm touch upon her palm. Someone held her hand, someone warm and tender, some one she never expected would hold her hands. His fingers then criss crossed with hers and he pulled her close to his warm body. She could hear his heart beat. And for the first time in her life she could feel her own heart beat too. She planted a soft kiss on his forehead while he held her tighter. … Continue reading The empty bed

In love with Manoshi – An Excerpt

Manoshi. An enigma, an illusion, a deception, an orgasm, a thought, a dream, a void. This is Manoshi’s story. Don’t know where to start though. You see, I have a curse. I know everything about everybody. It’s a curse to know all, I am telling you, it’s a curse. Above all it’s a curse to know Manoshi and still be in love with her.  Honestly, Manoshi comes across as a loser.  She is 30, single. A maiden experience of sexual intercourse, in her 29th year with a guy she never really liked much, saves her from being ostracized as a … Continue reading In love with Manoshi – An Excerpt

Part III – It’s ‘Her’story not history

Part III – Marriage  She was taking typing classes, And looking for a job, when, a well wisher got a matrimonial alliance. “This guy at his 30, Central Government Clerk At Income tax department Good salary. Good catch I tell you”. Said he. “Yeah, this poor almost orphan child would get a shelter, What more can we seek.” Said her Aunt. She was 21 then. So, they never saw each other. She was confident, he’s another cruel man like father. Given the kind moustaches he adorns, Must be a political goon of the CPM. She was a romantic, though she didn’t … Continue reading Part III – It’s ‘Her’story not history

It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history

Part II : Childhood. Father failed. Married again. She was now the mother of her step mother. And her new born. Both were always ailing. So those were days of troubled childhood, Physical abuse by a cruel father, Brother grew up to join the naxals, Jailed for 2 years in kuddalore, came out a weak and fragile soul. School was finished empty stomach College she could never reach. Her dad won’t pay for her fees. She Regrets and repents, “Why didn’t I sell off the gold chain” “Why didn’t I steal.” Out of school, nowhere to go She felt, “this … Continue reading It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history

It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history

Mom is cursed with this Chinese curse, “May you live in interesting times”. She has been living a life which only gets interesting by the day. From her childhood to this day Mom has been on a roller coaster ride. Pain, trauma, agony, ecstasy, freedom, laughter, frustration, win, loss, love, romance she has seen them all, felt them all and yet she hasn’t grown a day older. She still is a 5 year old silly child. I scold her often for being the way she is, she gets annoyed and we end up having a fight. Our fights are real … Continue reading It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history

Alice and her unique smile

I want to tell a story, the story of Alice and her unique smile. One day, Alice was singing and dancing in her little world when suddenly an intruder broke in.  Alice was surprised to see him, she also didn’t like being disturbed, “what do you want?” She snapped at him.  He said, “I have come in search of smile”. Alice thought that is simple. She has plenty of them with her. So she said, “Alright I will give you some smile but what will you give me in return? At this the intruder laughed out loud. Then he raised … Continue reading Alice and her unique smile

Catching Up

I started writing this following piece of fiction on 1st November 2001. Wrote it partially then in a letter format…kinda like a monologue. But now it seems to me that it would be much more alive if I make it a dialogue. Tried creating a new style of literature with the language and essence of Instant Messenger. Also did the naming now. In Bangalore these days, have all the time in the world to finish all my incomplete pieces. ‘Catching up’ – A short story.  It’s a piece of fiction, all characters are fictitious, any resemblance to person dead or … Continue reading Catching Up

Life at the T-point

I always stand at a particular place on my office terrace, to have my sutta. There is a T-point there accross the road. Off late I have picked up an interesting habit of standing there ‘combusting that insignificant 5 mins of my life’ while keeping an eye on that t-point and everything that happens there. A ‘T-point’ is a point on the road from where you can either take a left or a right, there’s no going ahead. The first time I casually had a look at it, it struck me how in life I have had to stand in … Continue reading Life at the T-point

Story of a wrapping paper

Remember that old wrapping paper? It’s been years, you were quite young then, it was your birthday. One of your friends gift wrapped a present for you with that paper. What was the present, I guess you don’t remember anymore, you probably don’t even remember who gifted it, but that wrapping paper was nice. Wasn’t too glossy neither was it too colorful, it had a soothing pastel shade which actually doesn’t even look much attractive at first sight. In fact, you didn’t even bother to be careful while un wrapping the gift and so it lay tore, twisted and crumpled … Continue reading Story of a wrapping paper

What happened before Sanju was the boss

[First published on 1st Feb’06, edited on 23rd Jun’09] A lot of music lovers here have been entertained by one talented singer called Adnan Sami. I have liked his songs once in a while too. But I have a problem with his music videos. Quite a few of his videos feature him with some of the most gorgeous Bollywood actresses in a romantic atmosphere singing and dancing. Now, Mr. Sami is exceptionally overweight. And the actresses are obviously skinny. This fact, about entertainment industry, that beauty of a woman is directly related to her vital statistics and it just doesn’t … Continue reading What happened before Sanju was the boss

And the clock struck 12

Presenting “Cinderella and her two hours love story” The wonderful exchange of mails between cinderella and the prince before the clock struck 12 . On one of the regular sad days of her life Cinderella opens her mail box to find the following, Prince Charming’s 1st mail –  Dear Cinderella To cut through the crap this mail’s connection can be traced to the “Best (Fake name) poets” and your sudden sphinx like silence. considering that that the esteemed forum has banned any sort of personal interaction as also spelling mistakes I am making this overture. My incidental identitly matches yours if you … Continue reading And the clock struck 12

Yesterday’s dream

She finally found him. He lives in Mars and she in Venus…he has always seen her over the stars…she has always known him over the galaxies. One day she heard a knock on her doors. There was standing an angel, carrying a message from him to her, a message that was lightened up by the glitz of those million galaxies, which it crossed before reaching her. It carried the smell of the flowers that blossomed in his heart when he was writing it…it carried the smile that was there on his lips and the glow that he had in his … Continue reading Yesterday’s dream

Just an ordinary Boy

It was a bad day in the vernacular class for him. Some other classmate that day, for some unknown reason, deprived him of the position of being the most ignorant and innocent boy in the class. For, as far as his memory could trace back, he had always walked in his classrooms and went straight up to the last bench, sat there with his back leaning against the wall with drowsy eyes, still face. He had always been ignorant, ignorant of what was yesterday’s homework and present day’s lesson and ignorant of the consequences of not knowing such vital matters … Continue reading Just an ordinary Boy

A farewell It was

From being ‘my new job’ to ‘my great job’ to ‘my life is great job’ to ‘I don’t like it any more job’ to ‘sick and tired job’ today having completed a full circle it finally became my ‘ex-job’. I have had farewells before, in school, college, previous jobs but one heck of a memorable and emotional farewell it was today. All because of ‘Manoj’ one of my team member. I still remember the day he joined office. A fair, lean and shy guy of around 24-25 (which turned out to be 28) with a permanent smile on his face. … Continue reading A farewell It was

Anti Climax

21st May 2005 It was a terrible day today, bad start with a horrible fight with mom and sis. It was upsetting, sad. I felt like leaving the house and never come back. I can do that. Have even had packed my bags once, but alas, the logistics did not fell in the right place. Could not afford to leave the luxuries daddy gave me. The fully automatic washing machine, the colour TV with cable connection, the gadgets in kitchen, dining hall, drawing room, the cooler etc and above all the PC with DSL connection (I think I have to … Continue reading Anti Climax

The First step

This is my first post, I am trying out this blog to share my strange but wonderful, bizarre but happy life with everyone out there. I have seen 28 winters so far. Although not very successful and happening, my life has been great a roller coaster ride so far and I am pretty sure I have lots of interesting things to share. I take life as an experience and an experiment. I constantly thrive for change and novelty. I havent met many people of my type and hope to meet them through my blog. If any one out there finds … Continue reading The First step