Story 1.

NOT A GREAT STORY

27/02/2014

She was raped. At the age of.... at the age in which she is not aware of what rape means and that she could get raped too. And since then the screenplay of her life was completely different. She felt guilt for being raped. Guilt for being helpless, guilt for being so small and powerless. Guilt for having something an animal didnt have. After that, she stopped behaving like the one at her age. She stopped playing, she stopped talking, and she stopped laughing. All she had done is crying. Over the period of time the guilt only grew with her but never left. But she started writing. She writes as if the words are her slaves. Now she lives in a different field. A field in which she is free from guilt. A field in which only she can talk to her. Only she can write to her. Only she can laugh at her. A field in which there is only she, and nothing else. And in that field, she lives, lives to her fullest.

Story 2.

28/02/2014

It was a hot, sunny day in April. The sun was blazing in his full swing. Tom and Sid played hooky and rambled around the town the whole day. Tom was an innocent student. Teachers used to adore him for many reasons. Reasons like he was consistently top in the class, he was calm, and he was innocent and so on. The list never ends. Sid was quite antonym of Tom. He bunked classes too often and troubled teachers with his quirky questions. And of course they always hated that. Thats another matter. The clock ticked Seventeen and by then they roamed all the places of the town, visited friends home and played video games. They fagged out completely. They reached their room slowly and sat on the waraanda and Sid started narrating some horror movie he watched long back. Sid was terrific in narrating stories. He takes the listener to the world in which story is happening. They are completely involved in the story. Tom listening. Sid narrating. Tom predicting the next scene and Sid proving him wrong. It took almost one hour for both to come back to the real world. By that time, the Sun disappeared and the darkness plunged. They headed to their room which is in the first floor. Next to them lived a young couple who were married a month ago and they were off to a romantic honeymoon which was a disaster as the guy turned out to be a gay which he realized only after the trip. Tom was preparing for a test on a lesson which the teacher was going to explain the next morning. Sid was skimming through a magazine and seriously trying to figure which model is hot. Suddenly the power went off. Damn one more paragraph and I would have completed the lesson uttered frustrated Tom. Sid, not even caring what Tom had said and asked, dude which girl you think is hot in our class. Hot?!? Why do they be hot? May be because it is summer, thought Tom and answered, I never touched them yaar. I dont know. Abey chuu.... I mean sexy. Oh sexy ah... that biology class lesson na... I thought it is only theoretical. Can we do it practically too? Oh God, kill me. Kill me now said to himself for his foolishness. Meanwhile they heard someone knocking the front door. Tom stood up to open the door and in a trice they heard another knocking sound but this time from the back door. This happened continuously for three times. Tom and Sid were so terrified for this weird act. It was completely dark and they couldnt see a thing. They both clasped their hands together. The story of the horror movie was whirling in Toms mind and that made him more terrified. Suddenly they heard a voice saying hey with a petrifying tone from the window. They both clasped their hands more tightly and started walking towards the window slowly. The power came back all of a sudden. The first thing they saw is a hand with very less flesh and more wrinkles coming from the window. They ran away from the window and started shouting loudly.

Then came a voice saying Me bhetey... thumhara dhobi

Story 3.

When a 1 year old kid thinks like a 21 year old bloke

01/03/2014

Now say Mama Say Mama Maaama... Maaamaaa... Maamaa Abey chupp! Me boltha hu na... here... vaava... happy? Ab mere ko kya milega... ha? Muahh, Mama kissing. Bach gaya saala.

Story 4.

Flesh covers my bones (Poem)

03/03/2014

You said to the world This is it. I quit. And you are just resting there Right in front of me Like a rock. Inanimate, lifeless And all I feel Is emptiness I am there like everyone except you Still breathing, still existing, still witnessing the world But with no soul Years passed and I moved on, like everyone else Flesh covers my bones and never my soul.

Story 5.

Humour? No Humour (Poem)

04/03/2014

Love: it kills humour and introduces pain Lust: it uses humour and overlooks pain

Story 6.

This bed never stops squeaking (Poem)

04/03/2014

This bed never stops squeaking These politicians never stop screaming This guy next to my door, never stops masturbating These dogs never stop howling This world never stops judging This night never stops daunting me These hands never stop writing This mind never stops thinking... of you And you never stop making me high

Story 7.

I can still remember (Poem)

05/03/2014

I can still remember that smile on your face Its not blended Its not fake Its not contaminated With any underlying stratagem Its as pure as a Mothers Love Ahh... what else is pure on this earth? Nothing but your smile

I can still remember those eyes you have They are real They never lied They never loathed They never envied Ahh... what else is real on this earth? Nothing but your eyes

I can still remember the way you talk

Your words are not twisted They mean only what you think They dont have any ulterior motives Ahh... what else is true on this earth? Nothing but your words

But now, I touch you and I dont feel a thing I talk to you and I dont want you anymore I love you and I loathe myself the next minute

May be because the child inside you is dead And so you are dead to me

Or maybe because I am dead inside to see the child in you