Monday, February 22, 2016

[55F] Why Sangre?

Blood was dripping from his fists. He knew it wasn’t his own. The sound proof room made his task easier. “RANGANATHAN” the shout of his name brought him back to reality.

“You’re up next man” said Rajesh, all smiles. He let out a sigh, got up from the chair and headed for the appraisal discussion.

PS: As you have guessed it right, Sangre is blood in Spanish (DaVinci Code anyone? :P ) :D This is the season, you know :D

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

[55F] Just Missed it!

He saw that. His eyes widened as soon as he saw that. He immediately rushed towards it. Just when his hand was about to touch it, another hand came in and snatched it. With a defeated and disappointed look, he saw her walk with the last piece of “Kurkure Solid Masti” to the billing counter.

PS: Has anyone of you noticed that the “Solid Masti” flavor in Kurkure is hard to get (for a very long time)? It’s my favorite and it’s been evading me for a long time now!

Thursday, February 4, 2016

[55F] RIPoste

She was tired after the funeral.
‘Ugh, it’s hard to act sad! But, I finally got rid of him’ she thought, ‘How am I going to explain this to my son?’
She entered home, saw her 5 year old son playing alone.

He shouted, “Come on Mom, Dad and I have been playing like crazy!”

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

[Movie Review] The Number 23

This is a spoiler free review of the movie "The Number 23" and I'm attempting to write this review a little different from my usual style, thanks to a friend of mine for that suggestion. Before you get fascinated about the movie (which this movie sure is), there's a strict warning - this movie is for Adults only. There are violence, nudity and psychological things in this movie which might not suit the light hearts. You may skip the movie, but please do read the review. ;)

How often do you obsess on a number? Never, right? Some people, who are interested in Mathematics, for instance, me, obsess a lot. This movie "The Number 23" had been on my watchlist for a very long time. I just didn't have the time. When I found it yesterday, I was in for a treat.

Growing up, I always had the fascination for numbers. The number 9 fascinated me a lot! There are a lot of No. 9 facts and funs in most of the mathematical websites. So, this fascination is OK, but what happens when an obsession starts? First of all, how do an obsession start?

The first time, it was a casual thing. Second time, you give a little attention. Third time you start to ignore it and chose it to be a coincidence. Enough time, you start to observe. You start to observe a lot. You search for it. Eventually as time goes on, you see 'that' in everything. That's an obsession. Similarly, what happens when a number that crosses your path for say, 10 times? If that brings good things, it becomes your lucky number. Otherwise, it's an unlucky number. Give it more time, you see that number in all the good/bad thing that happens around you. True, isn't it?

When my fascination for the number begun, I just didn't stop with the numbers. I converted the alphabets into numbers, like A as 1 and B as 2 etc and Z as 26.  You see a new world when you are in obsession. Some are pleasant while some becomes nightmares.

So this film "The Number 23" is something like that. A nightmare for a man who's obsessed with 23. Although I've watched the "The Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind" and saw a different Jim Carrey there, he tops with respect to performance in this movie. An absolute gem of a screenplay, leaves you clueless as to what happens next and how things fall in place. Following are the facts shown during the opening credits of the movie. Yes, I've had the patience to note it down.


  • There are 23 letters in the Latin Alphabet.


  • Hiroshima Tragedy, August 6, 1945. 08/06/1945. 8 + 6 + 1 + 9 + 4 - 5 = 23. They dropped the bomb at 8:15 AM, 8+15=23!


  • King Charles I was Beheaded on Jan 30, 1649. 01/30/1649. 1+3+1+6+4+9=24 - I (one) = 23.


  • The Knight Templars had 23 grand masters. (Something Dan Brown didn't tell us huh?)


  • The Witches Sabbath is June 23rd.


  • Shakespeare was born and died on April 23rd.


  • Shakespeare was also first published in 1623.


  • The Titanic sank the morning of April 15th, 1912. 04/15/1912. 4+1+5+1+9+1+2=23.


  • TWA Flight 800: 230 people dead. Explosion Occurred in Seats 23J and 23K.


  • George Herbert Walker Bush (George H.W. Bush) = 23 letters.


  • William Jefferson Clinton (Bill Clinton) = 23 letters.


  • Franklin Delano Rosevelt = 23 letters.


  • December 11, 1941 US declared war on Germany. 12+11 = 23.


  • Hitler killed himself April 1945. 4+1+9+4+5 = 23.


  • October 23 1983 - Marine Barracks bombing. 241 soldiers killed. 24-1 = 23.


  • Julius Ceaser was stabbed a total of 23 times.


  • The Mayans believed the world would end in December 23rd of the year 2012. 2012 = 20+1+2=23. (I remember it to be 21st and Wiki concurs)


  • Charles Manson was born on Nov 12. 11+12 = 23.


  • Illuminatti 1723 AD (Although Wiki says 1776).


  • Barbarians invaded Rome - Aug 23, 410 (Wiki says Aug 24)


  • There are more reported UFO sightings on July 23rd than any other day.



  • Pffffft! That's something, right? After watching the movie (even during the movie), my obsession for 23 also got started! The link part in the facts above were taken by me (hehehe). I couldn't find any links for the July 23 UFO sightings. Following are some of my own 23s:


    • 23 is a prime number. Did you know it's the 9th prime number? Of all the numbers, 23 chose to be 9th prime number, when I have an obsession on number 9.


    • I joined my first project in CTS on 23rd October 2012. Again, 2012 = 20+1+2 =23.


    • My PAN Number has letter W in it, which is the 23rd letter.


    • My Voters ID Card number has 32 in it, which is the reverse of 23.


    • 12/17/2015 the date in which I'm publishing this post = 12+1+7+2+1+5=28. 23 is 2+3=5, so, 28-5=23!




    • And these were just the observations I made in the last one hour after watching the movie!

      Wednesday, August 12, 2015

      [Short Story] In a galaxy far far away...


      Ninety six years has passed by since he came here. The fact that he lived ninety six years would be considered a record, back home. Pandora is my home now, he said to himself. He let out a big sigh and walked towards the private garden of his. He then plucked the only flower that blooms here, a red rose, smiling while doing so. He wanted to surprise Raji, his best friend, ever since he came here. This is the day, he thought.
      He had already made the two rings, with the only hard metal that you can find here –Adamantium. But, no one knew that he had brought a few grams of gold when he left home. The artisan, who made this ring, offered up to 2 billion credit for the 8 gram gold, but Ashok refused. He knew Raji had a special kind of likeness for that yellow color metal. It would look lovely – the gold plated Adamantium, on Raji’s little fingers!
      The last one he wanted was her favorite book. He knows she likes a lot of books, he even thought of buying one of her favorite books “The Divine Comedy”. But, there is one other book that she likes the most. It was written by someone like Marquis err… or is it Marquez? Before he could ponder his head further, the alarm blared. The book has to wait, Ashok thought. It’s time to hunt more hammerhead Titanotheres.
      One of the main problem with the Titanotheres is, they cannot be killed by the Rheinmetall RMK30, because their skull is just too thick. Rheinmetall RMK30, let’s just call it RRMK30, one of the best recoil-less rifle, is the highest form of weapon allowed here. That is lethal too. It is also present in almost all the home here. Reason – as you guessed, there are a lot of Titanotheres, Thanator and Viperwolves.
      When these animals breach the border of river Stynx, an alarm is made to the prolific hunters. They would have one hour to assemble at the hunting point, which is the only way inside the city. Wasting no time, Ashok took the Tachi and RRMK30 and rushed towards his vehicle. Tachi, by the way is the only way to kill a Titanotheres.
      The helium powered automatic Argo, was running at about eighty miles an hour. Ashok was addressing the passengers, “This is not a drill, gentlemen. This is what you’ve been trained for. Now, I know most of you guys are not used to hunt. Atleast, not a Titanotheres. Use the RRMK30 only on the legs of the Titanotheres. Yes, on all the four front legs. That will slow them down. Tachi will be provided to you when we reach the hunting point. Do not test the sharpness of it. Remember your biology lessons. Tachi is the only sword that will pierce the skull of Titanotheres. When you have the Tachi and you have slowed the Titanotheres, go for the brain. Either you kill Titanotheres or it kills you.”
      They reached the hunting point and were soon taking positions. The sound of the Titanotheres running mad was so clear. Ashok turned and saw Sanjay, who was sweating like he just took a shower. “Master your courage, Sanjay” Ashok patted on his back and looked for anyone else running scared. Almost all of them were afraid of the Titanotheres. ‘They should be afraid. Fear of death is the most motivating thought for one to live’ he thought.
      The hunting point, more looked like a baseball stadium, only bigger in length. As soon as the animals rushed towards the entry gate, the only one for the city, people fired at will. While the Thanator and Viperwolves were taken down by the RRMK30, the same weapon slowed the Titanotheres. There were only six Titanotheres, so Ashok and another senior hunter Rishank, charged in the field. They both know where the brains of Titanotheres exactly are, and with ease, they jumped up on them and sent the Tachi right through the skull. With only one Titanotheres left, Ashok’s sword was stuck in the skull of the last Titanotheres he killed.
      The last one, charged towards Ashok. Realizing he don’t have the Tachi to kill it, he jumped down from the killed Titanotheres and started running for the gate. Rishank, watching this, but unable to help because the Titanotheres had already crossed him. It’s difficult to get on top of it when it already crossed you – the only good chance of getting on top of Titanotheres is when it is running towards you.
      Ashok quickly got on top of the gate, searched for anyone who has a Tachi. But, almost all of them were at the other side of the gate, still firing at the remaining Viperwolves. He looked at Rishank, still at the field, unable to think of what to do next. Ashok quickly shouted, “Rishank, throw your Tachi on his stomach!” He knew that, stomach is the only area where the bones are so deep that the Tachi would just create a flesh wound. It will also be quicker to remove the sword from there. As soon as Rishank’s Tachi went inside the stomach, Titanotheres slowed further and bent a little more, while still running. Ashok quickly jumped on it, from the gate, removed the Tachi from its stomach and sent it right inside the brain, not from the top, but from the bottom and slide out of it, inches before it collapsed on the ground.
      It took another twenty more minutes to kill all the animals. Only one casualty was found, a young hunter died trying to kill a Viperwolf. Ashok was collecting all the blood stained Tachi, yelling “Good job, folks!” Some of them were used to kill Thanators and Viperwolves as well – you can’t aim RRMK30 when they are so close to you. When he finished collecting all the Tachi, he looked at the sky, as he always do after a fight. A VAAC, was piercing through the brightly lit blue sky. “Too late, guys” he said.
      ~———~
      Raji knew that Ashok was not home. He should be busy fighting the animals. She had told him numerous time to quit the hunter job, but he insisted that it is for the safety of her and all the other people that he care about. He always know how to shut me up, she thought. He’d be coming home tired, so she decided to make him a cup of blue milk that he loves. As she walked closer towards his home, she couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it.
      She stood there, near the big tree and waited a few more seconds to admire the house. Ashok had said that he wanted his home to be exactly like the one he had seen in an image back home. He was so specific with the details that the builders were bewildered he would soon take over their job! The thought created a smile on her lips and she moved closer to his home. The yellowish lights on the inside made it look a little haunting, but she was not afraid.
      As she started boiling the blue milk, she thought about why Ashok always compared her love as ‘haunting’. “The thoughts about you are haunting me, Raji” he would declare now and then. ‘Haunting is not a bad thing, Raji’ he would explain ‘it just means you are persistently and disturbingly present in my mind all the time’. He really knows how to shut me up, she thought once again.
      Ashok had a little more time before it gets dark after the formalities were over, so he headed right to the book shop. When the angry Titanotheres was running for him, it made a twitch in his brain and made him remember the book Raji loved the most, “One Hundred years of Solitude” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. He opened the book, folded the pages from the center in such a way, it formed a heart. Inside the heart, he placed a note “I stopped hunting. Will you haunt me for the rest of my life?”
      ~———~
      “Ashok is becoming more and more famous” declared the lieutenant Vineeth “everyone in the city will vote for him if he decides to run for the Mayor.”
      “He is right, Mr. Mayor. You have to do something about it” said General Ashish, backing up his lieutenant. The three of them had been the partners. They had done things that is not supposed to be done even back home.
      “What did he do this time?”
      “He lead a fourteen member squad, out of which twelve of them were inexperienced in today’s breach. It is one of the biggest breach too! And he still managed to kill all the animals, with only one casualty.”
      “What do you suggest we do to take care of this Ashok?” asked the Mayor. With a cruel smile, General started explaining his plan.
      ~———~
      As Raji and Ashok were walking towards the hundred year old church of Andromeda, Raji couldn’t help but smile all the time. Her lifelong best friend is going to be her husband. And, he quit the hunter job too, just because she requested it! She would never forget how he proposed her. The thought brought more smile to her, making her cheek go all rose. Ashok was equally happy, but was impatient. He just wanted to be her husband now. But this age old groupies who call themselves the ‘fathers’ have a lot of ceremonies to finish.
      As the ceremony continued, Ashok was smiling and acknowledging the wishes from the crowd. His thoughts drifted back and ofcourse, he couldn’t take the words from Sanjay seriously though. “I heard the politicians are afraid of your popularity, Ashok. They may try something at your wedding” he had said. ‘Almost all of my friends and the ones who I care about are here’, Ashok thought. He had earlier seen General Ashish and Lieutenant Vineeth casing this place. He knew they both were kind of a right hand for the Mayor. ‘No, I’m just thinking too much’ Ashok consoled himself.
      The ‘fathers’ were rigorously shouting what seemed to be the verse from the holy ‘Book of Ymir‘. Ashok had little faith in religion, but Raji seemed to be having a lot of faith in it. That is also the reason to choose this hundred year old church, otherwise he’d have preferred his own home! He remembered how they had debate on Ymir whether he’s just a man or a God. It will go on and on! Raji surprisingly had a lot of opinion on God which Ashok himself wasn’t aware.
      While Ashok drifted into the old memories, his hands and heads subconsciously acknowledging the wishes from the crowd, a hired gun was spraying the acetone around the church. His usual choice was always methyl, but the person who hired him was so adamant that he use acetone. The chance of survival when using acetone is almost zero! This city is going to lose a lot of people today was his thought. Once he was finished, he removed the uniform with that famous fertilizer company name in it, sprayed some more acetone in it and lighted a match.
      Ashok’s day dream was cut short by the gasps and screams he heard. Just as he feared, he saw the fire broke out of nowhere. Ashok knew that it is not an accidental fire immediately, as the fire surrounded the church completely, leaving no exit path. Sanjay’s earlier words on his life threat echoed on Ashok’s ears. Although he did not believe and took it seriously, he did however, took some precautions, courtesy of Rishank and his another best friend Mujeeb. One of that, was to install the Nanadium sand packs found only at the bottom of the Eureka Mountains. He ran towards the confession room and pulled the liver that Mujeeb had installed there recently.
      ~———~
      Ashok was sipping his favorite blue milk prepared by Raji on his lawn when the Mayor’s Paragon Panther stopped in front of his house. The big man had trouble getting out of his own vehicle. His face did not look happy and he surely hasn’t slept last night. Lieutenant Vineeth and General Ashish were at the small gate, as if they’re guarding that small-arch-like-gate. Ashok offered a seat to the Mayor.
      “Is it true that you are going to nominate yourself for this year’s Mayor Election?” The Mayor had no pleasantries to exchange.
      “After you tried to kill almost all the people I care about? Yes” he was not interested in small-talk too.
      “You do know this is just the beginning, right?”
      “Oh I know this is the end of you” he pointed the two at the gate and “you too!”
      With that, The Mayor stormed out of Ashok’s house with a puzzled Lieutenant Vineeth and General Ashish following him. At the same time, Raji’s voice came running from the garden.
      “Ashok, come here, come fast… The caterpillar is almost a butterfly now!”
      THE END.
      ~———~
      PS:

      1. This is a guest entry for the short story competition hosted by me at Cognizant Blogs! :)

      2. The competition insists that the contestants use given topics/images to write the short story. The topics are: a. Caterpillar to Butterfly b. Blood stained sword c. [A fire breaks out in a 100 year-old place of religious worship, during a packed religious ceremony…] Images are:
      i. 

      ii. 

      iii. 

      This story is written on all the topics and images given. I sincerely hope you get all of it :)[The third topic was a little tough to include in this story, some may feel like it was 'inserted' if you know what I mean] Leaving this “PS” aside, I have 2182 words in this story, well within the limit ;) [Limit was !<600 and="">2400]

      3. Dedicating this story to a good friend of mine, Ashok and his newborn.

      4. The italic words in the story is not a normal term. Although it can easily be related to the intended reference, I thought I should make an index. Here it is:

      ReferenceMeaning
      PandoraName of the planet
      AdamantiumA strong metal – like iron
      creditMoney like $ or Rupee
      Rheinmetall RMK30 or RRMK30Ricoil-less rifle
      Titanotheres, Thanator andViperwolvesAnimal names, copied from Avatar movie :)
      StynxA fictional river
      TachiA sword
      ArgoA vehicle much like the same name in Star Trek Movie
      VAACVAAC – Valkyrie Airborne Assault Carrier, A Flight
      blue milkJust like our normal milk :)
      church of Andromedaa religious place
      Book of YmirBible kind of religious book
      YmirGod – like Jesus
      Nanadium sanda form of sand which controls the fire easily
      Eureka MountainsA fictional mountain
      Paragon PantherA vehicle name from the novel Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang

      Friday, September 26, 2014

      [Movie Review] ро░ுрод்ро░ родாрог்роЯро╡роо்


      роЖропிро░род்родி родொро│்ро│ропிро░род்родி роОро┤ுрокрод்родி роОроЯ்роЯிро▓் ро╡ெро│ிро╡рои்род родрооிро┤் родிро░ைрок்рокроЯроо்: ро░ுрод்ро░ родாрог்роЯро╡роо். роЗрод்родிро░ைрок்рокроЯрод்родிрой் роХாроЯ்роЪிроХро│் роЪிро▓ роЗро░ுрои்род роТро░ு ро╡ீроЯிропோ роТрой்ро▒ு роЪிро▓ роХாро▓роЩ்роХро│ுроХ்роХு рооுрой் ро╡ாроЯ்роЪрок்рокிро▓் ро╡рои்родродிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்родு рокроЯроо் рокாро░்роХ்роХ рооройроо் родро╡ிрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯே роЗро░ுрои்родродு. роЯாро░рог்роЯ் рокோрой்ро▒ родро│роЩ்роХро│ிро▓் роЗрод்родிро░ைрок்рокроЯроо் роХிроЯைрок்рокродிро▓்ро▓ை. ропூроЯிропூрокிро▓் рооுро┤ு родிро░ைрок்рокроЯрооுроо் роЙро│்ро│родு. роЕродிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்родு роЗро▒роХ்роХிропே роиாройுроо் рокாро░்род்родேрой். роЗройி родிро░ைрок்рокроЯроо் рокро▒்ро▒ி:

      роЪிро╡рокெро░ுрооாройாроп் ро╡ி.роХே. ро░ாроороЪாрооி, роХோро╡ிро▓் рокூроЪாро░ிропாроп் роиாроХேро╖், роХோро╡ிро▓் роЪிро▒்рокроЩ்роХро│ுроХ்роХு ро╡ро░்рогроо் родீроЯ்роЯுроо் роХро▓ைроЮрой் ро╡ிроЬропроХுрооாро░் роОрой рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் рокро▓ро░் роироЯிрод்род роЗрод்родிро░ைрок்рокроЯроо், роЕрои்род роХாро▓род்родிро▓் рокро▓ роЪро░்роЪ்роЪைроХро│ை роОро┤ுрок்рокிропிро░ுроХ்роХроХ் роХூроЯுроо். роЕро╡்ро╡ро│ро╡ு роиро╡ீройрод்родுро╡роо். роЕро╡்ро╡ро│ро╡ு роироХைроЪ்роЪுро╡ை. роЕро╡்ро╡ро│ро╡ு родொро▓ைроиோроХ்роХுрок் рокாро░்ро╡ை. роЪிро▓ роЕро░роЪிропро▓் роиைропாрог்роЯிропுроо்! рокроЯрод்родிрой் рооுродро▓் рооுрок்рокрод்родு рооூрой்ро▒ு роиிрооிроЯроЩ்роХро│், роЪாродாро░рог роЖропிро░род்родி родொро│்ро│ாропிро░род்родு роОро┤ுрокрод்родி роОроЯ்роЯு роХродை. роЕродрой் рокிро▒роХு, родрой் роХுро▒ை роЪொро▓்ро▓ி рооுро▒ைропிроЯுроо் рокூроЪாро░ிропிрой் роХூроХ்роХுро░ро▓ுроХ்роХு роУроЯி ро╡ро░ுроо் роЪிро╡рокெро░ுрооாрой். роЕродрой் рокிро▒роХு родாрой், рокроЯроо் роХро│ை роХроЯ்роЯுроХிро▒родு! рооுро┤ுро╡родுроо் роЪொрой்ройாро▓் роЪுро╡ாро░ро╕்ропроо் родீро░்рои்родுро╡ிроЯுроо். роОройро╡ே, роЙроЩ்роХро│ை рокோро░роЯிроХ்роХாрооро▓் рокроЯрод்родைрок் рокாро░்роХ்роХроЪ் роЪொро▓்ро▓ி родூрог்роЯ, роЪிро▓ роЯропро▓ாроХ்ро╕்:

      “ропாро░родு, рокро░роороЪிро╡ройா роОрой் рооுрой்ройாро▓ роиிрой்ройு рокேроЪுро▒родு?”

      “рокிрой்рой роОрой்рой рокாрокроиாроЪроо் роЪிро╡ройா рокேроЪுро▒родு? рокро░роороЪிро╡роо் родாрой் ропா рокேроЪுро▒ேрой்!”

      “роЖро╣ா... роиா рокாроХ்роХுро▒ роЗрои்родроХ் роХாроЯ்роЪி, роЙрог்рооைропா роЗро▓்ро▓ рокிро░роо்рооைропா?”

      “рокிро░роо்рооைропுроо் роЗро▓்ро▓ роОро░ுрооைропுроо் роЗро▓்ро▓! рокро░роороЪிро╡ройே родாрой்!”

      родрой் роПро┤்рооை роиிро▓ைропைроХ் роХுро▒ிрок்рокிроЯுроо் рокூроЪாро░ிропிроЯроо்:

      “роОройроХ்роХுроо் рокொро░ுро│ாродாро░род்родுроХ்роХுроо் роОрой்ройроп்ропா роЪроо்рокрои்родроо்? роЙрой் рокொрог்рогு роХро▓்ропாрогрод்родுроХ்роХு рокрогроо் ро╡ேрогுроо்ройா роЕрод роОро╡ройாроЪ்роЪுроо் роЕро▒ிроЮ்роЪро╡рой், родெро░ிроЮ்роЪро╡рой், роЗро▓்ро▓ роЪிроиேроХிродрой рокோроп் роХேро│ு. роЕрод ро╡ிроЯ்роЯுроХிроЯ்роЯு роОрой் роХிроЯ்роЯ ро╡рои்родு роЕро┤ுродா? роиா роОрой்рой роХோро╡ிро▓ுроХ்роХு рокிрой்ройாро▓ Bank-роЖ ро╡роЪ்роЪு роироЯрод்родுро▒ேрой்?”

      роХோро╡ிро▓் роОрой்рокродு роОродро▒்роХு роОрой்ро▒ு роХேроЯ்роХுроо் рокூроЪாро░ிропிроЯроо் роЪொро▓்ро▓ுроо் рокродிро▓்: “роЗрод рокாро░ு рокூроЪாро░ி, роХோро╡ிро▓்-роЩ்роХро▒родு роЪொрод்родு роХேроЯ்роЯு роЪொроХроо் роХேроЯ்роЯு роЕро┤ுро╡ுро▒родுроХ்роХு роЙрог்роЯாрой роОроЯроо் роЗро▓்ро▓ைропா. роЗрои்родроХ் роХெроЯ்роЯுрок் рокோрой роТро▓роХрод்родுро▓, роКро░ுроХ்роХு роКро░ு роТро░ு роХோропிро▓роХ் роХроЯ்роЯி, роЕроЩ்роХроЩ்роХ роиாрок்рокродுроХ்роХு роиாрок்рокродு роЪродுро░ роЕроЯிроп роХெроЯாроо ро╡роЪ்роЪிро░ுрои்родு, роЗрои்род роХெроЯ்роЯுрок் рокோрой роХுрок்рокройெро▓்ро▓ாроо் роЕроЩ்роХ ро╡рои்родு роиிрой்ройு, роиாроо роПрой் роХெроЯ்роЯோроо், роЕроЯுрод்родро╡рой роПрой் роХெроЯுрод்родோроо், роЗройிрооே роХெроЯாроо роЗро░ுроХ்роХுро▒родுроХ்роХு роОрой்рой ро╡ро┤ி-ройு роЪிрои்родிроХ்роХிро▒родுроХ்роХு родாрой்ропா ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு ро╡роЪ்роЪாроЩ்роХ.”

      “роЕрок்рокோ роиாроЩ்роХ роЪிрои்родிроХ்роХро▓ропா?”

      “роОроЩ்роХைроп்ропா роЪிрои்родிроХ்роХிро▒ீроЩ்роХ? роиீроЩ்роХ роХெроЯுро▒родுроХ்роХுроо் роЕроЯுрод்родро╡рой роХெроЯுроХ்роХுро▒родுроХ்роХுроо் роЗроЩ்роХ ро╡рои்родு родாрой Plan-роП рокோроЯுро▒ீроЩ்роХ!”

      роЗро░рог்роЯு роорогி роиேро░роо், рокродிройாрой்роХு роиிрооிроЯроо் роУроЯுроо் роЗрод்родிро░ைрок்рокроЯрод்родிрой் роТро░ு роЪிрой்рой роЪாроо்рокிро│் родாрой் роЗродு! рокроЯрод்родிро▓் рокாроЯ்роЯு, рокைроЯ்роЯு роХூроЯ роЙрог்роЯு! :) рокроЯроо் рокாро░்род்родாро▓் роиிроЪ்роЪропроо் роЪிро░ிрок்рокீро░்роХро│். родро╡ро▒ ро╡ிроЯாрооро▓் рокாро░்роХ்роХро╡ுроо்!

      Friday, August 22, 2014

      [Short Story] The Next Three Days

      I was tagged in the office blog to write a story based on the below image (Padam-paarthu-kadhai-sol). 


      Here's my story:

      The astrologer had told Sampath that the planets that revolve around his ‘sign’ are not doing any good for him. He had to be very careful or he’ll met with an accident – one that could even take his life. Sampath immediately went pale. The astrologer also told him that if he survives the next three days, with day three being the worst of all, he could survive this ‘Gandam’. Sampath felt relieved after that and had been very careful in each and every step that he made.

      Day1:

      Sampath was crossing a road and was very careful in watching both ways multiple time. He took three steps and suddenly an FZ appeared about a hundred feet from him on the right side. He felt as if it appeared just about 10 feet from him and froze. His ultra-motion reflexes told him to run forward, but he ignored that completely and ran back to the original place where he was standing. After what looked like an eternity, the FZ finally crossed him with the guy riding it giving him a weird look.

      Day 2:

      It was a national holiday and Sampath gets to stay home. He was never appreciative of an Independence Day, but this Independence Day meant a lot to him. He felt very safe inside his 2BHK apartment rather than crossing a dangerous road or a bike ride, which he used to love. Suddenly, there was a power cut and he felt irritated. The sun, which takes special care of Chennai, was taking additional special care now and he started to sweat. It was about 4 in the evening and Sampath was glad that the day is going very quickly. Just one more day and I’ll be out of this mess, he thought. After wiping down the sweat on his face and tasting the salty thingy, he decided to have a bath.

      He stepped into the shower and turned into a stone until the water washed all the sweat and his fears. He stopped the shower and before he could get the towel, his eyes gazed upon the new bath tub. The image of Chon Wang and Roy O’Bannon having a bubble bath in the movie Shanghai Noon crossed his mind and a smile appeared on his face. He took a step towards the tub and the bad combination of soap foam, water and a wet foot on the tiles started moving his one leg without his permission or willingness. His brains immediately sent light speed commands to grab any nearest object and the reflexive hands desperately searched for a hold. Meanwhile his other foot, having to maintain a stronger balance, made the same mistake of stepping into the same bad combination and started travelling in the other direction. As he was on the way to pose a ‘karate-kid-Jaden-Smith-on-the-rail’, to his horror, the bath tub in front of him came much closer towards his face. The desperate reflexive hands, finally got a hold of the ends of the bath tub and both the legs obeyed his order and stopped moving. He felt the additional adrenaline pumping through his heart.

      Day 3:

      As soon as Sampath woke up on the third morning, he decided to take a leave. He felt so safe yesterday, baring the bath tub incident, he decided to feel the same today. He called in sick. Being superstitious, he decided to do exactly the same thing he did the previous day so nothing will happen to him today as well. He ordered pizza for lunch after skipping breakfast. He watched the same channels that he watched yesterday. As fate would have it, the power cut happened at the same time as the previous day. Sampath took that as a sign and decided to take a bath. He was so careful this time – watching each and every step.

      As soon as he finished taking shower, he filled the tub and when he was just about to enter carefully inside the tub, his calling bell rang. The parrot-like calling bell sound, only much higher in decibels, made a terrible impact on him as he once again almost repeated the same incident, this time just enough alertness saving him from a slip. The adrenaline effect was back. With a long sigh, he took the floor-mat from the bathroom door and put it near the bath tub for a safe entry. He wrapped the towel around his waist and started walking towards the door. The sudden change in things worried his superstitious consciousness – things are changing and not happening as he planned. He peeped in through the hole and saw his neighbor’s son. He opened the door and Rahul barged in and ran towards the back of the house. Sampath knew why he was running – he’s in for the daily quota of his cigarette. Rahul stayed with his parents, so he could not smoke inside his house. He always used Sampath’s balcony for his one cigarette per day addiction and would spend some time with Sampath until the ‘smell’ wears off. He’s much earlier today, Sampath thought.

      As Rahul sat on the railing and smoked his ten rupees Gold Flakes Kings, he felt relieved. He then, immediately felt the opposite of that reaction – an instant panic, as he saw his father walking out of the apartment building towards the main gate, casually passing a glance at Rahul’s side. As an instinctive reaction, Rahul stopped the smoke coming out of his mouth which caused him to start a violent cough, sending more smoke than he casually would have let it out and, drawing more attention towards him. He immediately started running towards the door, still coughing. In the hurriedness, he forgot that he still holds the cigarette in his hand. He realized that when he was halfway in Sampath’s 2BHK and saw the bathroom. Without much thought, he threw the cigarette inside and continued running as if he’s fleeing a crime scene. Sampath couldn’t even react until the front door slammed behind a maniacally running Rahul. Weird, he thought.

      Sampath felt the cigarette smell inside his apartment as clear as a rotten egg smell in a college Chemistry laboratory. He gave a little thought about what would have caused Rahul to run like that. After a few seconds, he remembered that he didn’t care. He then had a dilemma – whether to dress up and finish watching ‘Real Steel’ for the umpteenth number of time in Star Movies or to continue entering the bath tub and slide into heaven. He choose the later as he remembered how he descended into heaven after he entered into the tub yesterday. His superstitious mind told him that the heaven still awaits – a similar incident before that tub entering yesterday, happened today too. Feeling good that things are back on track, he entered the bathroom, removed the towel and stepped into the floor-mat for a safe entry.


      His superstitious consciousness didn’t know the one thing that changed from yesterday – the-still-burning-cigarette that Rahul thrown inside. Of all the places in the bathroom, it landed on the floor-mat and of all the places he could place his foot, he stepped his right foot directly on it and the instant fire-on-the-skin made him take it back. But, the left foot was unaware of this and had already started losing the balance, for the right foot should have gained it by now. This unbalance, sent him back, with his whole body weight running around his body to find a place. When his head hit the back wall, the body weight immediately shifted there, making the impact much harder and painful. Although his legs found the balance again after the impact, it was too late. Blood came rushing through the back of the skull and Sampath started losing his consciousness. The drowsy legs now, moved around the bathroom until it hit the side of the bath tub – the one which saved him the other day. The drowsiness had caused him take a hundred and eighty degree turn. His eyes were on the place of impact and he saw the blood spatter pattern and it looked like an art. By the time he was admiring the art, the impact on his leg made him bend back a little and the heartless gravity, constantly doing it’s work, pulled him inside the bath tub, back first. His desperate eyes, still observing the art until it automatically moved along with his head, from the wall to the window, where the sun was acting as an eyewitness to everything that happened inside the bathroom. The sad, colorless water, having found red in itself, jumped out of the tub in joy. He laid in the bloody bath tub, on the third day, his eyes wide open, his last vision – of the sunlight from his bathroom window.