May Mother- 77 Fiction

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                                               May Mother

                Lakshmi had almost spent entire evening, after her working hours,  to select the finest gift , along with a beautiful colorful greeting card, flowery, printed in English, for her mother, for a special day, Mother's day....
The next day she met her mom and wished her with the gift and a bouquet...

As the time lapsed, Lakshmi left the jail with tears in her eyes, mercilessly ignoring her mother's brutal act of  causing dowry death through kitchen fire .....

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FaceBus-77 Fiction

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                                               FaceBus

Venkat was travelling in 225D which is one of the busiest city bus routes in Hyderabad...
His focus and concentration was more on the beautiful female conductor rather than his destination...
He catches the same bus, daily, exclusively, for her...
He was observing and scrutinizing every minute act of her...
He was eagerly waiting for her and she was nearing him gradually ...
She asked him for ticket and he smiled .....
She too smiled back at her Husband.

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Strive - 77 Fiction

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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....

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Early hours of 15 August 1947...

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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.

Exclusive-77 Fiction

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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".

Fair - 77 Fiction

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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!!!  :)

Coexistence - 77 Fiction

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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.

Esteem - 77 Fiction

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Esteem

Since childhood, Karthik is more attached to the patriotic fervours .....

The words tricolor, anthem, slogans, martyrs, revolution, sacrifice and independence, always use to reflect in his paintings.

His painting on 1857 revolt has won him accolades from everyone in the school.

Strangely, till now, he has never attended August15 or January 26 ceremonial celebrations. 

His budding integrity and blossoming instinct makes him to strongly believe that the ONE best way to salute the tricolour is ONLY through right hand.

Independence - 77 Fiction

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Independence

Like all children in the primary school,  Karthik has got affinity for flag hoisting celebrations.

It is obvious that what matters for him more is the sweets distribution .

The day has come.

After the completion of all flag rituals and national formalities, the sweets distribution has started and so is Karthik's enthusiasm .

The distribution has ended but still his hands are empty .

He is not sure whether the reason is the school wall or his balloon business.

PS : Am elated to be back from my sabbatical   :)

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Celebrations - 77 Fiction

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Celebrations

The blood on the stone is still fresh, wet and shining...

There are some flowers with kumkum and haldi on their petals...

The holy sacred chants are about to end while the head priest is offering the prasad along with the axe...

The blood drops are falling down slowly from the axe ...

The festival has started ...

but few minutes ago, the same blood drops have sprung out from the neck of a three months old girl child ...

PS : Save Girl Child

PPS : Happy Dasara

Reap - 77 Fiction

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Reap

One more crop failure will send her into the suicide abyss.

Rajamma shows little interest in the now stunted orange trees.

In her, they evoke only the worst of memories.
Their farm headed for its third straight year of failure. 

“I don't care about it,” she says, “if the trees die.”
What she did care about, already did.

Her son Shekar took his life less than a week ago, making her life more stunted than the trees.

One - 77 Fiction

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One

On the auspicious occasion of Janmashtami celebrations, many kids are pretty clad in Krishna's attire for the competition of  "Best Child Krishna Contest " .

With cute and innocent looks, attractive peacock plumage on their heads and decorated flutes in their hands , they are mesmerizing the audience.

It is very tough for the selection committee to select the best Krishna.

All the mothers are anxious with speculation and curiosity.

Finally, the announcement read,  " The best Krishna is 'Mohammed Arif' " .

PS : Very few people know the difference between Culture and Religion and I bow to all those people who often cross religion borders to join the frolic of culture.  Love you India. 

tRace - 77 Fiction

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tRace

It is a tough race of marathon, with all brutal competitive elements.

Eminent and accomplished runners are already miles ahead .

One person, with improper vision and an artificial leg, but enormous potential, is trying to give tough competition to the remaining contenders. 

She did fell down many times till now, but her spirit of survival and existence for herself, is making her to move forward.

She needs  desperate support and immediate medication

Her name is India, Rural.

White - 77 Non Fiction

Manasvi was in LKG...

She was habituated to school, without crying...

Once, on the occasion of August 15 celebrations, there were sports and games competitions ...

Her name was included in the running race...

It was her first race...

The kids were ready for the race by bending and placing their hands on the ground...

All of them had started running, after listening to the whistle, except Manasvi...

She had stopped and turned back to wash her soiled hands.

PS : Manasvi is my sister and its my love on Raksha bandhan

Goodbye

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Like a much delayed train entering 

an eagerly awaiting brightly lit railway station's platform,

Change should come in us with enthusiasm ,

but this time too, the platform is dark,

the bogies are filled, without hesitation, with

writers of old worlds on papers

politicians of old words in bags 

and bureaucrats of old ideas in brains

The common people are standing 

on the other sides of the tracks 

without tickets in empty hands 

but with plenty of agony on their foreheads 

This dirty system needs dry cleaning,

but someone has raised petrol prices 

Multiplication of minus and plus,

searching for a circle with 4 sides

and we call it development

The vested interests of self-serving elite is dubbed as ‘national'

I wanted to say Goodbye to my nation's Vision,

But someone has removed tomorrow morning's tracks

All the status messages immediately displayed "Train got delayed"

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Who are you?

with bended waists and twisted tears

with ruffled hair and semi draped sarees

roaming and searching around these graves

Who are they?

In the graves and from where are they ?

In which battle did they die?

Which battalion and which number ?

Ask Krishna, if it is Kurukshetra,

Ask Mughals, if it is Panipat

Ask Uncle Sam, if it is Iraq

Crimean war, Korea war

First and Second world wars

Ask Bismark, ask Hitler

Ask Brahma, the creator.

Sigh !!! Please!!!

Dont look at me in that manner

with dried eyes and clenched teeth

Dont show me desert breasts 

which are void of tears

What can i answer you,

Whom can i say is responsible for ?

Its time for dark night...

Time for Tigers to  hunt their prey

Time for tender widows to jump into a damn well

Time for dogs to fight over bones of dead history

Some fear, yes, fear

around with foam of poison 

dead poison, deathly poison

agony poison, sad poison

it is flowing, gushing and overflowing 

O Mothers!!! Please go !

Why are you roaming around these graves

by bending and bending

with drabness and drabness

Dead bodies don't speak

Graves show you nothing

Death never recognizes

There is no mercy for nature, in nature

All power hearts pump blood, for blood

Suppressing your pain in yourselves 

Pricking your own eyes

Why to roam , in this way

in this way, among these blunt trees

these ant hills and collapsed houses

Go away! Go away !

Goodbye!

Go away !

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She took an auto from the red light area to the beach....
It was her day of 'freedom'...
She wanted to taste the moments of 'her' being a 'person'...
She was desperate to lose her 'identity' of being a sexual object...
She felt the ecstasy of being in a cage-less world ...
She wanted to explore the heights of her new life ...
That day was her birthday...
So, she bid Goodbye to her old life , only until tomorrow...

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Playground - 77 Fiction.

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Playground

Though he was 11 years old, he used to play cricket with boys much older to him.

That day, he was fielding at boundary line.

He dropped a catch in the previous over.
 

Then, he got one more chance to prove his catching skills.

He was running towards the ball in the air which was 20 meters away from him.

Before he could catch it, his hands caught something else.

It was a misfired rocket by the US military.

PS : In Afghanistan , the attacks on thousands of civilians and children has become quite common in the name of "misfired rockets".

Sides - 77 Fiction

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Sides

As the police caught the real culprit,they released him after seven days of brutal torture for being a suspect.....

He was subjected to harsh and cruel treatment in all the possible ways....

Even his finger couldn't touch his own body....
He could hardly move. It was tough even to utter a word properly....

His pain reflected in the tears of his mother's eyes....
Including his innocence, nothing mattered to the police, except his name ..... Anwar

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PS : Inspite of writing and reading many such incidents, i could not stop myself from raking it up again due to the ongoing operations in red alerted Hyderabad since a week .

Escape

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Note:- This post is a pseudo-77 Fiction

Escape

I was standing at the river bank with a female body at my feet...

You don’t need to study medicine to know how she had died...

She died when a metal rod  repeatedly hit her head so hard  that her brain popped out of  her skull...

I wasn’t anxious to call a doctor, as at the time one end of the rod was cracking her skull, the other end happened to be in my hands....

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Wait...... read the story again with the following roles  :

                          I            - Capitalist Corporate

               She         - Earth             

               Rod         - Consumerism

           Doctor     - Conscience

        River       - Evolution

 Now, rather than thinking, " Who is escaping here?", .....

It would be better to ask , " Who is allowing the Escape to happen?"

Escape happens every second........ to us, with us, by us and around us......  and hence impacting us ..... and finally to erase us!!!

We can Escape easily from the responsibility of Escape with the help of numbers and statistics, but we cannot escape from the Wisdom of Nature.

PS : Intelligence is not an end in itself, it is one of the means to reach the ends.

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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
  

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?