Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Wherever - 55/77 Fiction

Note:- 55/77  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 55 words and an extension to a max of 77 words
Wherever

Trembling in distress, a limping dog was chasing a car, with all its power and energy.
It was an intense chase.
It was focused, desperate and determined.
But the car's speed soon got it left behind.
The dog was yet to know that it had been abandoned by it's owners due to burden of maintenance....(55)
.......
.....

The poor dog was unable to perceive the reason behind the brutal act. Sadly, the owners knew that the dog was blind. (77)

Saturday, October 8, 2011

One small red ant


A small red ant was wandering on Shiva's busy hand...
It was either a worker or a soldier ant...
He sensed it, but was busy in browsing Facebook...
Suddenly and unexpectedly, the ant bit him with it's strong and sharp jaws...
He got extremely irritated and bitterly annoyed by the brutal painful string of the small predator....
He kept everything aside and caught hold of the bloody culprit ant...
He placed it on a sheet of white paper to implement his plan of  strategic action.
With the help of both of his thumbnails, and focus, he pierced into the ant's slender waist and separated it's body into two equal pieces ...
His anger came down to normal levels.
He updated about the ant's murder in Facebook with a sense of achievement. Few likes and responses followed too.
After his revenge, he sighed victoriously and relaxed with a wicked smile,  only to see one more red ant on his leg...
He was yet to face the ants battalion...
He was yet to realize the fact that  it had been more than an hour since he had not washed his hands after eating a honey cake.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Strive - 77 Fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words. 




Strive


14 August 1947...

They took all the pains to hide the tricolour  from the police.
Tomorrow was the day of their dream.
Every village was eager to hold and wave the flag, but brutality and punishment hold them back....
.....
.....
Early hours of 15 August 1947...
........
Those who were ready for the inevitable sacrifices, tried hoisting the tricolour at many public places...
The police caught them and hung them...
Women were stripped...
It was not India...
It was the then Telangana, Hyderabad.

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PS: For Telangana, it took one more year and hundreds of lives, to finally join India. On September 17 1948, the state of Hyderabad got freedom from brutal Nizam's rule.
We are not separatists, we stood for Indian Integrity.

I wish this Dasara brings victory to the struggle of Telangana.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Free-55 Fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 23; the twenty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for this month is FREE.

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.



We got freedom.
We have freedom....
.......
Freedom to express and choose .
                 to exploit and suppress.
                 to adapt and evolve.
                 to dilute and corrupt.
                 to have Religion
                 to be slaves of Globalization ...

Freedom for Farmers to drink pesticides
                 for Tribes to convert
                 for Corporates to suck

But we forgot that our freedom was not for Free

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Saturday, July 23, 2011

Revenge-55 Fiction

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Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words. 
Revenge



She left him, ruthlessly, forever, for better prospects.


He is no more in "He is..."


The only thing he is left with is "He was..."


He wont be in " He will..."


He wont be 'Him' again..... the 'Him' made by 'Her'...


... but the only avenge he knows is to be in love with 'Her'. 


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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Exclusive-77 Fiction


Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words

Exclusive 


Having a passion for nature, he was happy to have his visit to Srisailam which is abode to famous Shiva temple as well as lush green beautiful tiger reserved forests.


It was his first visit and, as it was a festive time, he couldn't find any lodging.


He enquired with the concerned officials.


They told him there were many caste based community guest houses and asked him, "What is your caste?"


He said, "I am a Muslim".

Saturday, June 11, 2011

The other day(s)-55 Fictions

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 21; the twenty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.



Like any mother, Kaveri loves playing with her one year old son.
................
One day, she was helping him to stand and walk
He was unable to relate with her moves.
He was misinterpreting  her directions.
He gave confused expression with a confused smile.
The kid has got no problem but Kaveri has got squint eyes.


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Srinivas was waiting eagerly for his 6th birthday .
Everything was set for the evening occasion.
More guests were invited than he guessed.
He had never seen his mother in such a beautiful attire.
On that day, she had gifted him the most precious thing he could ever imagine.
...............
....
He has a dad now. Step dad. 

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Venkatamma was praying with submissiveness in the temple.
Her heart was dumped with mixed emotions and devotion.
Her husband's heart surgery was set for that day despite their pungent poverty.
That was her last visit to the temple.
She applied tilak on her forehead for the last time.
Next day was her compulsive Conversion into ... 




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Sunday, June 5, 2011

Crapped Beauty


Crap !!!


When someone says beauty is divine, beauty is wisdom, beauty is humanity , beauty is god, beauty is truth, beauty is service, beauty is this and beauty is that, it is crap. Total Crap. Beauty is beauty , nothing else.


Beauty is physical which in turn gets reflected in physical cognition.
When you go to a school and enter a kindergarten classroom, who grabs our attention is the cutest kid with chubby and pink cheeks (preferably fair skin). No one will say that children are innocent and are equal to god, and God is beautiful and so all kids are beautiful or cute. The best proof is that only cute kids are allowed for baby products . What happened to our wisdom, truth, humanity when kids with hallow eyes, dark skin, curved nose and odd teeth are either ignored  or served with loads of sympathy. 


At the very basic level, the most beautiful thing for a chlorine atom is the free electron in the outermost shell of sodium atom and both combine to form NaCl, so that both get their chemical gratification(Ionic bond). I am not sure whether there is any inner beauty in sodium, except the free electron. So, every beautiful act in this universe is physical first. 


We have Nobel awards to treat and acknowledge the wisest and intellectual persons . Miss world crowns and mister universe titles are being awarded not for the wise and mature answers given by the contestants but for the statistics their bodies score. If wisdom is beautiful  or Beauty is wisdom the most beautiful person title could have been awarded to Ayn rand or Frederick Nietzsche.  People say that sunrise is beautiful but no one will appreciate the inner beauty of sun or the nuclear fissions of sun. No one will ever try to know or appreciate the inner beauty of flowers, colours, mountains, birds, rain  etc. Beauty should please and feed our senses first. Ironically we dont have awards or international contests for people with inner beauty . I am not denying the very existence of inner beauty . I am trying to say that physical or apparent beauty matters most for everyone rather than the much hyped inner beauty irrespective of whether it is the smell of rain or a serene beach. 


Beauty is skin deep. I don't know how much deeper. When we come across a person, what impacts or impresses us is her/his physical attributes first. The behavioral attributes comes later and even though a  person have a great behavioral traits , he/she is  known as intellectual, matured, wise, sensitive, selfish etc. We do have separate words for every psychological and behavioral  trait in human beings. Then why do we make so much of pomp about our adherence and priority to the so called inner beauty when what exactly matters us is the physical traits that please our senses. Katrina kaif or Deepika padukone are beautiful because of their physical traits not because they are associated with some social organisation or NGOs. If that is the case, we could have called Medha patkar and Aruna Roy as beautiful. Even modern-spiritual-corporate-enlightened babas and gurus need good looking women as their helpers and assistants. The physical traits matters so much for us that we even appreciate them in our enemies too. 


The moment I read “real beauty”, i got the question popped up in my mind, “Is there 'really' a difference between beauty and real beauty?”, which invariably lead to the basic question, “What beauty is?”. Also, there are concepts like surface beauty and inner beauty besides real beauty and virtual beauty. Most of the times real beauty is related with inner beauty which is mostly said to have a value quotient to the things we say and opine that are beautiful. Many people who say that Mother Theresa is the most beautiful women, their hard disk will be stuffed with loads of Aishwarys Rai or Jennifer Lopez pictures. Aishwarya Rai is indeed one of the most beautiful women. Many people may not agree with this and hence which means that the beauty is not absolute, and rather it is interpretative and perceptive. Even if the whole world agrees and accepts that Aishwarya Rai is the most beautiful women, it is confined to only one species called humans. For a tiger she is just a prey of hunger and for millions of microbes she is a habitat to survive. A Forest may look beautiful for few days, but if we find out the inner beauty, it is the most harshest and brutal work of nature to continue the game of survival of the fittest. 


Beauty is also relative within a person. In men's perception , the two curves in women which fascinate them the most are the curvature of eyes and the curve of  lips which proportionately add much weight-age and importance to the remaining curves a woman possesses. So, is beauty all about materialistic properties only?  May or may not be. But the answer lies  in the contemporary modern consumerist materialist lifestyles we are leading in the name of development. 

When we feel something is beautiful, are we expecting from others that they should take pleasure in it? Beauty may be inter-subjective or subjective, but is it objective? Can we argue or debate rationally about whether something is beautiful? Basically beauty is more of cognition. Beauty also pertains to Aesthetics, erotica, sexual attraction and instincts gratification. We do have concepts like  natural beauty and constructed beauty where people feel that a waterfall is more beautiful than Taj mahal and vice versa. What we find beautiful might be a reflection of our personality and individuality also. And these days, social attractiveness is  also viewed as beautiful. 


I have seen women saying that motherhood is the real beauty. A mother loves her child or feels her child as the most beautiful kid irrespective of how the child looks like. The conflict arises when a mother brings out partiality among her kids where one kid dominates the other in appearance or cuteness. She loves the cuter kid more and symathises the other one, the fact which is quite tough to accept and digest for us. Yes, physical appearance do matters at the very early age. 


People keep changing their definitions of beauty depending on who and where the question of beauty has been asked and they finally end up replacing the apt word with 'beauty. 'Here are some examples.


Beautiful food(Delicious)
Beautiful shot ( awesome)
Beautiful music(pleasing or soothing)
Beautiful sunrise (delightful)
Beautiful movie (creative)
Beautiful waterfalls (enchanting) 
Beautiful writing(captivating)


People say that truth is beauty or beauty  is truth. If people come to know all the naked and brutal merciless truths of the world, for them, this world will definitely cease to be beautiful. And people who write that beauty is truth , never write truths about it. 
And here comes the most overrated beauty. The beauty of soul or the Beautiful soul. I am not going to write anything about it as being  an agnostic and anthropologist i don't believe in the very existence of soul. 
The funniest thing is when people say that "Life is beautiful" and we are yet to invent a parlor for it
Beauty may  be a a thing of crap, but all the crap in this world is definitely not beautiful. Finally what matters now a days is "Perfect beauty" rather than the "real beauty". 


But i didn't answer yet what beauty is? For me, being in" love" is the most beautiful thing that can ever happen to any human being/living being.  Then the question, "What is real Love ?" will definitely arise and i guess this is a  good topic for next contest. 


Isn't this a 'beautiful' Crap? . Wait! Think about the inner beauty of this post, in case you believe and find it,  before you comment or conclude something.


Crap!!!

PS :  I have written this post for Yahoo! India and Dove "I Believe in Real Beauty" under the topic what does real beauty mean to me? ? conducted by Indiblogger.  You can vote me Here

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Wherever - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.
Wherever

Trembling in distress, a limping dog was chasing a car, with all its power and energy.
It was an intense chase.
It was focused, desperate and determined.
But the car's speed soon got it left behind.
The dog was yet to know that it had been abandoned by it's owners due to burden of maintenance
 

Monday, May 23, 2011

Will - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.
Will


Harsh winters.
Dark midnight.
Isolated street.
Scaring silence.
Barking dogs. 
Active mosquitoes.
A bright street light.
A person beneath it was reading a book with concentration.
Sleep was inviting him but passion ignited him.
It was his compulsive compulsion as well as obligation. 
He was about to give his graduation exams.
He was a Gurkha.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Fair - 77 Fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words
Fair


.... 11 pm. 
He was alone in the bus stop.
He was waiting for the last city bus, since an hour, with 10 rupees in his pocket.
He was hungry and tired.
And to his rescue, the bus came but it didnt stop there.
He started running behind the bus.
While he managed to get into the running bus, the bus had stopped suddenly.
He was about to thank the driver, but the driver had stopped it for a gal.


PS : We have fair fares for the fairer gender. Unfair!!!  :)

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Framed - 55 Fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 20; the twentieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.



... wet roads , fresh streams, bathed trees and tired leaves, virgin rain drops, a beautiful house,  romantic and inviting ambiance, lonely couple, hot coffee, budding love, gushing instincts , drops shying away slowly, touching distance, natural desires, appealing looks, stealing thoughts, bridging silence, audible heart beats ...... but the only disappointment is that this is not a 55 fiction


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Credits

Image - Window Rain Drops by Eric Alder
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Saturday, May 7, 2011

Why? What ? and How?

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What is it?
How is it?
Why is it?

Why is it for You?
How is it for You?
Why not for Us?

We mean,
Why is it ONLY for you ?
How is it  ONLY for You?
Why not for Us too?

Who made it beautiful and blur at the same time?
At the cost of whose shattering lives?
Which nation's capitalism made it beautiful? and for whom ?
At the cost of whose burning hunger?
Which nation's corporate companies made it blur ? and for whom?
At the cost of whose cultivable land ?
Which nation's globalisation made it invisibly visible ?
At the cost of whose virgin resources ?

Why do you always live on the other side of the glass?
Why do you always prefer the blurred glass?
Why do you have everything always? At par and Plenty ?
and
Why do we are left with unanswered questions and unquestioned answers?

Why are you partly visible yet inaccessible ?
Why are your lives always unclear? so plastic ?
Why do you hide behind those beautiful masks ?

We guess, you might be getting the same blurred perception of our lives too.
and,
You give solutions and suggestions to our rocketing problems through your facebook without your real faces
You share information about our devolving lives through your witty twitter for your wit and pride.
You write and blog about our lives without even experiencing a single nano second of it.

Why do you, always, deliberately, keep a pseudo transparent barrier?
To show off your materialism and consumerism ?
Why do you make all the concrete things look so abstract  ?
To display your absolute and exclusive exclusiveness?
Consciously or unconsciously.
Voluntarily or involuntary.
Responsibly or irresponsibly 

 Its  beautiful and fair  for you because you are on the fairer side of the globalisation window.
Its hell for us because we are the victims, imprisoned, poisoned in the globalisation window.
You are indeed experts in creating beautiful visible virtual walls between you and us.

Do you know what is it in it.
We dont know what it is.
We may never know what it is
All we know is the brutal truth, "There is nothing like natural justice and if at it exists, it is not natural". 

The drops of life are from the raining luxuries, for You.
The drops of fight are from the stream of body steam, for us. 
It is our desperate struggle for the very existence.
Ruthless and valueless.
By the way do you know, "What is it ?"



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Monday, May 2, 2011

Connection-55 Fiction

 Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Connection

Cafe Coffee Day, Six pm… 

Unexpected rain…

Since few months, Chandu was eagerly and anxiously awaiting for that  special day.

She was in front of him now.

Though he knew that she wouldn’t reject his proposal, he was bit apprehensive. 

He looked straightly into her beautiful eyes and said, “Could you please dump me ?”

 

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Journey - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Journey


Summer noon ...... First AC coach...... two guys in chat while typing their facebook updates on Indian corruption and politics..............
................
........

"It is ridiculous to have third class bogies connected to this train ".

 "It is quite common to have thorns beneath the roses".

"But still i love them" .

"Why ????".

"Their presence indeed accentuates my luxury and pride".


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Duty - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Duty


It was his first job.

It was his first day.

He went to temple in the morning.

He was bit anxious and tensed.

He approached his work place with apprehension.

His colleagues welcomed him warmly.

He was assigned a routine task.

He jumped into his work quickly........

......jumped into the overflowing manhole to fix it.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Coexistence - 77 Fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.
Coexistence

 
Raju, a 8 year old boy, lives in one of the worst chronic drought  areas of south India.
Needless to say that poverty and migrated father pushed him into child labour.

Everyday,  he has to follow a herd of  cows, though he is not the shepherd.

His duty is to collect cow dung, secretly.

His sister and mother help him at home.

For survival, his entire family depends on undigested jowar grains, found in the cow dung, everyday.