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Monday, January 20, 2014

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Worth Work-Shopping - II

As I mentioned in Worth Work-Shopping - 1, Sudha keeps throwing few random lines and we are supposed to build on it. I am putting here a couple of seeds she planted in the 2nd session and my humble responses:

1. "It was a rainy day when my parents came with a girl who was to be my sister..".

Even though moist, this sugar cube was hard to cut into three small pieces. But hunger knows no boundary. So, I have been trying to scratch on the surface for last one hour. I want to give up now for the task seems enormous but my folks tell me being an "ant" was never meant to be easy.

So, I look up to my mom for help but she is too busy feeding this newbie with small little grains. "She is not even truly red", I screamed within my head - "The one who is not blood red is not a true red ant".

How to introduce her to my friends filled my mind. All my life - The Semi Red Daunty, The Light Red - Monty, and The Shiny Red - Haunty - have bowed before me. Now, I have to call this orange head my sister !!!
"There is no justice in this world" - I thought, while I rolled my sugar cube towards DAD in the next 20 minutes. He was reading the weather report.

"Ant kingdom is warned against flooding today" - screamed the headline, my Dad was immersed into.

"Dad! I need help !!" I yelled.

"So, did I" - yelled back his DAD in his rum soaked voice - "..when I was 3, and my 4th leg was not even 0.1mm - I would still devour a whole ball of sugar on my own".

"No ant is a true ant who can't work for itself"..

2. "She woke up with a start".

She woke up with a start and a bad start it was. Alice was eating her pie under a tree, which was as huge as a ship. Black Colored pie was smeared all over her face. Yesterday, when she left her she was about 100 kgs and today she seemed to be 120 kgs (or so..). There was a small rose plant nearby her yesterday, but was gone today. What legend had to say, probably was true - Alice eats everything and every non-thing. Saunter, the bard, had once complained that Alice ate his poems. The pantheon argued for 3 centuries as to how someone can eat a poem.
She wanted to walk and see beyond the mammoth figure of Alice. But no one was allowed to pass The Gatekeeper unless they paid the price and fed her something. Alice wanted her dreams, but she was sure - not today. She had slept through the day at work looking forward to this dream and Alice will eat it up as a fee to let her cross - "Not Today", She pledged to herself.
The Fairy maiden that lived beyond Alice must be waiting for her. Last night the fairy had shown her billowing dress and shiny hair. Today, She had to meet her and ask her to come out of the dream. So, Alice can eat all her dreams - but not today. She repeated that a thousand times in her head while she looked at the ignorant face of Alice, The Gatekeeper.

[execuse for the need to edit -- with the time constraint one really doesn't get the time :P]

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

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Blast from the Past - A Children's Day Special Story

Prologue: This year Children's Day arrived equipped with frothy enthusiasm of whatsapp. A friend passed on a message to put my children's day pic as the profile pic. I didn't have any (I do wonder if camera was invented back then.. it was a long time ago). What I had was a story to share..


Once upon a time, there was a guy called Jay and a girl called Daisy. They would spend the entire day immersed in each others eyes. Daisy would find it a tad difficult because Jay had small Chinki eyes, but Jay would dive into hers with a big splash. The splash would make those big lakes to spill over and the tiny droplets shining under the sunlight would fly away.
During one of the cold Ranchi winters, the school annual day arrived. The school seniors had to participate in the group dance event and they all used to go to Sapna Miss's house after school for the practice. Sapna Miss was a teacher in Jay’s school. She was responsible for teaching, playing with the kids, completing their home works, organizing the cultural events, sports events, and so on... No wonder, the town folks used to refer it as Sapna Miss's School and not Children’s Paradise School. Among her lesser known facts was that she was a 20 something feline and I had a secret desire to ask her to put my Tiffin box to flames with her sharp sexy eyes.
There was a small pond in front of her house. In that pond, there was a blue lotus which looked mystical amidst the red colored water surrounding it. The effervescent Wanda would cause a red tornado in the pond in excitement whenever Jay was there. Wanda was the fish that Jay talked to till Daisy arrived in the crime scene. There were too many girls inside the house and that would make Jay uncomfortable. Wanda was more hospitable and would never pinch Jay’s cheek unlike the cruel girls.
This one day, they all were practicing a group dance. Pairs of 8 boys and girls were dancing and about 30 other girls, 2 squirrels, and one little mouse were watching it. Jay was paired with Daisy :D. He was trying his best not to offend Daisy with any of his moves.

After 10 minutes into the dance, Sapna Miss screamed “Stop!!! .... Stop it everyone!!"

Sapna Miss came closer to Jay and said "Jay, what is wrong with you? Are you scared ?" Without waiting for his answer Sapna Miss continued, "Daisy! plz move away and let me show him the steps."
She dragged Daisy out and moved closer to Jay. She nodded her head and the music was restarted. Jay was speechless as usual.

Then, it happened…. Dude!!! It happened!! Sapna Miss took Jay’s arm and put it across her waist and pressed it tight.

“See... It’s not that difficult. Is it?” She said sang.

Inside Jay's stupid head, the drum beats had peaked and the music had reached a crescendo. In a flash, Jay was transported to a surreal world. Would you blame Jay for not remembering what happened next?

Epilogue: This was in Standard 3rd or 4th. The Dance Song we were practicing for was “Don’t touch, Touch me not.. Gagari Mohan Rasiya”.

(Daisy - if you have actually read this.. I am just kidding :P. I still don't know swimming).

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