Planning-55 Fiction

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Planning

Being eldest, after her father's death, Manjula took the responsibility of her mother, one brother and two sisters...

After years of rigorous attempts, Manjula finally got selected for the government teacher job...

The family is in celebrations...

Manjula has started saving money for future needs, not for her siblings education, but for her marriage dowry...

Malice - 77 Fiction

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Malice 

Ravi is one of the few boys who regularly attends the government school in the village for the sake of midday meals...

He is studying in third standard Telugu medium...

He works hard and topped in mid exams...

None of his classmates congratulated him...

No one plays with him ...

No one eats with him...

He is isolated in all the possible harsh ways for his uncommitted sin...

He is not an untouchable...

They just call him Bastard.

Red - 77 Fiction

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Red

Though the Maoists and the Indian Government claim to be honest and persuasive regarding the negotiations on peace talks , the much needed rapport building measures between them are at a low ebb now, leading to the possibility of a civil war.

Since Independence, the  Government has used it's military more to manage internal unrest than to defend external forces. 

Am not sure about Naxalism, but exploitation of  Tribals and Forests for mining is not a random phenomenon.

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Written for 3WW : prompts --> ebb, negotiate, random
  

Tiger ... Grrrr!!!

Grrrr!!!..... Tiger is a Tiger, always. Its not about Tiger Woods, am talking about Tiger in the woods.

I  read in many instances that Tigers succeed in hunting only once out of 10-20 attempts. It means that it has to go through 9-19 substantial failures before it can have its successful prey of hunger. Wisdomism made a thesis on Tigers coping up with failures effectively and found that

1. Tigers neither know the statistics nor the surveys.

2. Tigers never read personality development books like ....

How to get Success/ How to overcome Failure/How to Blah Blah ....

3. A Tiger never comments a fellow tiger with statements like,

Hey, you...... couldn't even catch that small deer?

Look at him, how he is running like a cat!!!

God! disgusting chase!.........

Look that poor chap.....yesterday he was kicked by a buffalo group....LOL!!!

Hey fatty...... whats your count in this month's hunt?

Dude......She has got loads of Attitude as well as hot stripes .....

4. Also, a Tiger never bothers what his fellow Tiger is thinking about him. They don't have identity crisis we guess. May be they are just facing crisis identity(1411?)

5. Besides, they don't have the necessity to prove that they are tigers  in every instance they hunt and every move they make.
Ex : A tiger tries to hunt the weakest deer in the group rather than chasing for a sturdy one because it is not in the race to prove itself. It hunts for itself. 

6. Unlike humans, every Tiger is a king, no slavery.  Tigers are always royal, they never try to be royal.

7. Every Tiger recognizes that his fellow Tiger is also a Tiger .

8. Tigers need not update their hunting stats on Junglitter(Jungle twitter).

9. Whether a Tiger hunts a hare or a deer, it still remains a tiger. Success never changes its image nor failure lessens its confidence levels.

10. The main reason, we guess, is lack of capitalistic and corporate tendencies in tiger which makes it more socialistic(Junglistic) and communistic(Instinctive). I repeat, COMMUNISTIC!!!

11. As per reports of Wisdomism, we came across the fact that Tigers don't have racial problems though humans have divided them into various categories and subspecies(Siberian vs Royal Bengal)......

12. As, we are facing the demand with many new states, how about having TigerPradesh or Tigersthan or Tigerkhand

13. We heard that Tigers are planning a mass movement to gain a copyright of their identities and uniqueness as they do feel disgusting when ever   LTTE and Bal Thackarey are cartooned like them.

14. The only apt and convincing truth we found is that Tigers are least bothered what humans think about them.

How about having my book with title 'Facing Failure, Tigerly' .............. GRrrrrr!!!

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Facts :

1.The pattern of stripes is unique to each animal, and thus could potentially be used to identify individuals, much in the same way that fingerprints are used to identify people.

2. There are nine recent subspecies of tiger, three of which are extinct.

3. In contrast to male lions, male tigers will allow the females and cubs to feed on the kill first.

4. Male tigers are generally more intolerant of other males within their territory than females are of other females.

5. Tigers will roar for both aggressive and non-aggressive reasons. Other tiger vocal communications include moans, hisses, growls and chuffs.

6. Tigers will occasionally eat vegetation for dietary fiber, the fruit of the Slow Matching Tree being favored.

7. The mortality rate of tiger cubs is fairly high - approximately half do not survive to be more than two years old

8. When seized by a crocodile, a tiger will strike at the reptile's eyes with its paw.

PS : I thank Roshmi and Geeta for bringing out the much neglected aspects of my writings throught their supportive  feedback and constant encouragement :) :) :)

Progress - 77 Fiction

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Progress

Venkatamma with her two kids, after her husband's suicide, has been in 6 painful months of rigorous wandering for survival...

Somehow they managed to get some work on contract basis at a Dam construction as labourers...

Now, they are able to fill their stomachs twice a day as both her kids are also working there, but still they are quite unhappy, wretched and tormented...

The massive dam for which they are working daily, will soon submerge their village...

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Notes :
1. Government's plan is to build 30 large, 135 medium and 3000 small dams to harness the waters of the Narmada and its tributaries, impacting  millions of people living in the river valley. Is it for people's benefit or Contractor's benefit?

Path

We had deviated ourselves from our vision of social equality and welfare society because we were in an illusion of self-proclaimed saturation and we called it as our Independence. Thanks to globalisation and consumerism, we have lost everything now, including language, culture and our own identity. It is not about Truth and Reality, but Deception.

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Written for 3WW : prompts --> Deviate, Saturate, Identify

Appearance - 55 Fiction

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 Appearance

They are at Taj Mahal...

She is ravishingly beautiful...

Her comely eyes are expressive, delightful and captivating... 

Her charming looks are gorgeous and entrancing  ... 

Her winsome smile is enchanting, enthralling and enticing ... 

Her excellent attire is gracious, fascinating and adorable...

He clicked her.

The photo is not as attractive as her.

She is in burqa.

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PS : Lemmi spill the beans(Intentions, not interpretations).  I have  clubbed 3 different versions into one  generic one.
The she here indicates 3 perspectives of the story.
1. A Girl
2. Taj Mahal
3. Mumtaz

Now, the shades and shadows of camera(photo), SHE and  HE are,

1. She : Any girl who is being restricted by the paternal society(He)  through the help of vested and twisted interpretations of Religions(Photo).

2. Taj Mahal : The Taj Mahal deserves beauty. In my view it is a beautiful burqa in which the more beautiful Mumtaj is being masked by ShahJahan(He) by the help of camera called 'Architecture'. World knows more about  Taj Mahal than the reason for the Taj, ie Mumtaj.

3. Mumtaj : She was being masked by her own beauty . Very few people know about the beautiful person in her. Here the HE is everyone of us and the camera is our prejudice and mindset.

I Thank Rachana for enabling me to reveal my intentions and leaving me with  writer's satiation. 

Combat - 55 Fiction

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 Combat

We want to break the chains of Untouchability, Corruption, Caste-ism, Injustice, Exploitation, Domination, Capitalism, Monopoly, Inequality, Poverty....

We write and read inspiring articles and innumerable blogs...

We discuss problems, criticize solutions and frame our opinions...

Thats it...

Someone had walked his talk to break everything by just breaking the Salt Law, 80 years ago, at Dandi.

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Notes :
1. "....to kill for freedom will legitimise killing after freedom"
2. Gandhiji said: “Next to air and water, salt is perhaps the greatest necessity of life.”
3. To know more, read Dandi March
4. April 6, 2010 commemorates the 80th anniversary of Dandi March by Gandhi.

Lost Supper - 77 Fiction

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 Lost Supper

It was already 11 in the night ...
Chintu, Bujji and Chinni were eagerly awaiting for their father...
Their burning hunger was at peak as they didn't had lunch that day also... 
Their father came at 11.30 with 2 plastic bags...
Everyone were in smiles and grabbed those bags which contained pizzas, chicken burgers, butterscotch cake and mutton biryani...
They had a delicious feast and digested everything including the fact that those food items were picked up from a restaurant dustbin......

PS : If we can skip lunch in a luxury restaurant one week in a month, we can help a poor family with food for a month.

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Fool

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He was an untold story. He walked his talk. He had unquestioned answers and unfinished thoughts. He knows Nature very well and he had got good nature. He was slave to the clock of sunrise and sunset.  Every morning he walked 4 miles into the forests, drinking the lush morning amidst wild animals, to collect water, drop by drop, in a pot from a  small dripping.  He would come  back to a road and would give the water pot to the people tucked in cushions and gaping at the beauty of the nature in the AC  Hi-Tech bus with colourful embellishments.  He had been repeating the same  activity thrice a day, since years, irrespective of the seasons and the reasons. Neither the sun burns nor the hot winds in the scorching summer had stopped him. His bare feet had left an indelible impression on the harsh paths of the forest. His gushing sweat used to wet his toes. His bleached bones could not separate the breeze from the wind. The water in the forest was still dripping, drop by drop. His walks used to bring out the memories of some horrible disasters and  trauma happened in his life. He  never drank even a single drop of water from that pot. People in the bus were so busy that they never bothered to pay him neither money nor attention. Everyone were blinded by the illusory version of success. He had never asked himself why he was doing this service to those people. He ran his own race. No one, including him, had the clarity whether it was his compulsion or determination or obligation or adaptation or sublimation or submission or satisfaction .

The number of buses kept on increasing and so were his trips in a day, but the pot size had remained the same. He was weak and dried up but he had never let his life to loose the sense of purpose. He used to push himself to the limit. How could he raise a reasonable doubt when no one were interested? He was enveloped by the emptiness by the strain of his frenetic pace. Nothing kept him on his feet, except his will. His dragging walks reminded him of his life he wanted to forget.  He no more gave those morbid and glum  expressions. It was him and yet it was not him. He was forced to work to the last atom of his strength. He moved like a prey of vultures. He was like a falling leaf that was blown and was turning around through the air, wavering and tumbling to the ground. One day, at the crack of the dawn, he died. It hadn't made any difference to anyone. Neither the dripping of water in the forest nor the AC in the buses had stopped. The grains of plain truth and hideous cruelty were still at game with mute spectators.  He was not a Fool, he was a farmer, Indian farmer. He drank something else on his last day. His precarious existence and obtrusive absence were nestled in the forest. His son continued the queer and quaint service with the same unquestioned answers and unfinished thoughts. The Nature smiled and the forest mourned.

Anyway, who is the FOOL then?

Some are born fools, some achieve foolishness and some have foolishness thrust upon them, and most people don’t realize the above three points.

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