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The making

Still remember, I was at my usual place, cozy corner by the window, sipping my black coffee.  A couple was sitting outside with their coffees, hands held and gazes locked. Strong winds began blowing, flash! Clap! Down came large drops, pounding hard. They had to run. Boy tried to protect the girl with his coat, while her red umbrella lay behind. The board washed out in minutes.  The moment froze in my eternal frame. My perfect shot!

Memoirs of a sidekick
Still remember the moment, when you picked me off Macy’s and changed my life.  You had said, when I was around, you felt safe. Ever since, come rain or shine, I was there for you, protecting.
But today’s rain, along with the board over there, washed off many things.
First, it did hurt.  But I am really happy, that you found someone, ultimately. Yet, if you ever need me again, you know where the coffee shop is.

Note: These were my submissions for a 77 word fiction contest in my office quite sometime back, where you had to write a story, poem or non-fiction based on picture in 77 words….

When you are out of ideas you recycle your old stuff like I am doing here ….

Mesmerized- 55 Fiction


The news had spread like a wildfire through the entire locality that she was finally trapped.

Like everyone I too rushed to have just a glimpse of her.

Everyone stood mesmerized by her bountiful beauty. She turned and our eyes met, instantly my world froze.

My mind whispered “William Blake was so damn right”.


PS: This is based on true narration by one my friends who had seen a Royal Bengal Tiger of Sunderbans caught in a cage. He said that such was the majestic awe of the Lady of the Jungle that nobody dared to go alone in front of her cage. And her roar was something that made their legs tremble in fear.

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Trivia : This a century post I realized after publishing… Phew!  Finally! It took almost 2 years to reach 100 posts  😀 ….



He looked up at the sound of the door like always and as usual their eyes met and spoke.  He said “Good Bye Dear! I may never see you again but you’ll remain in them forever”.    She was surprised that he knew though they had never met actually yet her eyes gave away every secret.

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PS: Do the 55 words above make any sense to you? …. It didn’t to me :O ….Who wrote? Obviously Mi! mi! mi! 😛 … Do I need help? Seriously!

Untitled – Seeds of Sorrow


indiavillagerHe came home from the fields just like everyday but he felt little giddy, his son who had already returned from college rushed to help him but he collapsed.
They rushed him to hospital.

The next day a little article appeared in some corner of the newspaper titled “A Farmer ends life by consuming pesticide”.

PS.: I couldn’t put a title to this one…. any help would be appreciated. After Tags it seems 55-Fictions galore ….

PPS: I thank all of you for suggesting so many nice and apt titles I was confused actually which one to use but some of have suggested you liked  the one suggested by Vipul. Thank you so much Vipul. I go with this one 😀 and title the story as “Seeds of Sorrow”.

We are Just Friends


I still remember the day a tall, lanky, average looking youngster with a Dil Chata Hai style ‘Dara'(Goatie) walked into our bank looking for ‘tax saving’ investment and was directed to me as I was the adviser looking after personal investments.
You had just been placed in a ‘reputed mnc’ after your engineering degree and were looking forward to have some ‘savings’ as well as ‘tax benefits’ as bonus and that surprised me as most of my clients then were middle-aged people who wanted to save for retirement,child’s future etc and when I asked you for your ‘Goals’ of  investment you were startled and said “No thanks, I have enough goals in my workplace and football field Do I need more here in bank” and I had tried hard to suppress the laughter.
Then when I came to your name I had asked little doubtfully “Bangali naki?” (You Bengali?) you smiled and replied “Ekso sontangsho khanti” (100% Pure) I had no option but to laugh. Thats how it all started.

Then you kept coming and we started liking each other and a common ground was found when you learnt about my passion for theatre. Don’t you remember the plays we watched and then sat in the coffee shop analyzed each and every scene. I used be jealous yes jealous when you used eye the hottie seated on the seat opposite.
I still remember the day you had sneaked me in through the unmanned gates of your office basement to your office terrace just because I had said I wanted to see the aircrafts landing and taking off from the airport which was clearly visible from your office terrace. And How embarrassed you were when we confronted a colleague of yours while returning. I still don’t know what was so embarrassing about it.

How could I forget you had tried to play a ‘match-maker’ when you had introduced me with lot of praises to one of your “well settled” friends when I had mentioned that my parents were frantically looking for a “Suitable Boy” for me.

Then that day oh sorry that night when you called me in a state of panic that you are calling from hospital and cousin who had been staying with you had an accident while returning from college. How grateful you were when I had joined you in the hospital at that hour and we sat through the night in the hospital reception praying for the best.
You had hugged(touched me first time) me tightly in morning when the doctors said he was out of danger and then quickly retreated apologizing for behaving little overwhelmingly. I had never seen you so vulnerable before.

Today when I saw you in the mall with your wife and baby daughter you waved at me with a smile I waved back and when my husband asked about you I had said “Oh we were JUST friends”.

PS: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anybody or any situations is purely unintentional and coincidental. And this is not autobiographical as well but the real inspiration is one of my favorite song “Mera Kuch Saman” from the movie “Izzazat” song was penned by Gulzar and rendered par excellence by Asha Bhonsle to the haunting tunes of R. D. Burman

Issue No 74



Sanjay is sitting tensed as another contestant is performing and he is the next one to perform and its final round the chance make or break . Once the other contestant’s performance is over the crowd goes wild and the compere as well as the judges are full of praises about the superb performance. The compere then announces “After that scintillating performance we have our last contestant of the day please put your hands together for Sanjay crowd again starts howling and Megha starts whistling, Sanjay walks onto the stage the compere asks “Nervous” Sanjay nervously utters “not really” compere replies “Sounds gr8,so what are you going to sing” Sanjay looking at the crowd said “Its Dekha na hai re socha na hai re from film Bombay to Goa” crowd roars, Meghna waves frantically. The compere smiles and says “wow another rocking number go on Rock man” the music begins but whats this why is it sounding different something like Bryan Adam’s Summer of 69, Sanjay looks at the musicians in horror then suddenly he feels somebody is shaking him vehemently and he hears Naveen screaming “Abe uth phone’s ringing pickup, phone baj raha utha Sanjay jumps from his bed rattled and gropes for his cell phone which is flashing and singing loudly “I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five-and-dime” he quickly silences the tone and groggily looks at an unknown number and cursing he picks up the call and utters “Hello whos this” a male voice answer from other side “Hey Sanjay its Arvind here, sorry to disturb you were you sleeping” Sanjay looks at alarm clock which shows 2.17 AM, he thought to say “no actually dreaming” but said “Yeah sort of tell me whats the issue”. Arvind is Sanjay’s onsite manager and Sanjay knew a call at that hour meant what.
Arvind says “Yes Actually we have a serious issue. Did you test properly before the release.” Sanjay “Yeah boss I did it why its not working any major problems” Arvind quips “Yeah we’ve got a show stopper here can you please come over to office so that we can work on it”. Sanjay had long stopped reacting with “WHAT!!! U mean NOW !!!” or “Boss its midnight here” etc etc etc so he remarked Okay I am coming”. Arvind answers “Thanks once you get to office give me a call then we can discuss,bye” Sanjay replies “Bye” and disconnects.

Sanjay still dizzy tries to lie down once again. Naveen who was lying upside down with the pillow over his head to block the noise moves the pillow and says Kya hua phir se so raha hai abhi to bola jayga (what happened lying down once again just said you are going). Sanjay little starled that Naveen was listening all this while retorts tu sun raha ta sab kuch (you were listening everything) Naveen turns around and said Kya karun saale teri Bryan Adams ne to sara nashey ka Ma* *$#* diya. kitni bar bola hai ki Friday raat ko phone mute rakha kar(what to do bl*$#* your Bryan Adams has f$#@#* the whole intoxication. How many times I told to mute the phone on Friday nights). Sanjay understood the frustation but couldn’t do anything as Fridays are D-days or R-days as they call it. Its a day when they give releases to the onsite team and naturally nights can become long nights. Sanjay said “Sorry bhai tu to janta hai apni life, chal tu so ja main nikal ta hun“(Sorry brother You know how our life is, come on go to sleep I am leaving). Naveen muttered something which Sanjay couldn’t hear.


Sanjay somehow got up as he was still feeling dizzy seemed night’s vodka was still in his head.  Sanjay started his motorcycle and hit the road with vengeance. While zooming through the empty streets the only  song that started playing in his mind was Andheri raaton mein sunsaan rahoon par…Har zulm mitaane ko ek masiha nikalta hai jise log shahenshah kehate hain (a famous bollywood song which means ‘on dark nights a Messiah whom people call Shahensah roams through the empty street to squash all crimes’). Yes Sanjay was the Messiah who’s zipping through the dark night streets to squash  bugs in a software code which is stopping the show. He felt little happy at the power he held at that point as untill he fixes the problem some people on the other side of the world will not be able to save their a****.
On reaching his desk he quickly unlocks his work station and picks up the phone to call his onsite boss. Arvind answers “Hey Sanjay. Good afternoon so you are there Ok please open the Issue No. 74 and see what’s the problem the program is simply dying down….

Its around 4.00 Am, as the dawn breaks and  yet another day begins in software programmer’s  life, Sanjay readies himself for the battle with Issue no.74

PS : All characters in this story are fictional but the situations bear resemblance with many software programmers lives living or dead.

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