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Friday, July 18, 2014

The Bus Ride

    Seconds turn into minutes. The clock ticks lazily and time seems to drag. Looking upwards, I see the fan spinning lazily. A stray fly or two buzz past. Noticing my gaze, they turn around and start murmuring sweet nothing in my ears. Not feeling up to a group orgy, I swat them with the rolled up paper. Seeing the bloody mess, I stuff it in handbag of the guy sitting next to me. He'll probably won't notice anything till he gets home. Lifting his head gently, I put a hand on his shoulder and get up gently so that I don't wake him up.

    The bus conductor inquires about the ticket. "How many? That old man is with you?" He asks. "No" I said. Ruffling through the old man pant pocket, I find an overflowing wallet. Taking out a few bucks, I give it to the conductor who gives a ticket back. I stare hard at him only to see him blink and walk away. Pocketing the money, I throw the wallet out the window. Throwing the old man out of the moving bus window proved to be more difficult. I hollered out to the fellow passanger to lend a hand.

    "Hey pretty thing. Here's the seat you were asking for." I hollered to the two headed blue colored being from Xion. I heard the being slither across the floor leaving behind a trail of mucus. I fingered the pouch of salt in my trench coat in case things got rough. Feeling a tentacle poke into one ear and emerge from the other I finally knew that my head was empty.

      Wednesday, July 16, 2014

      A Chance Encounter

        Haiku (5-7-5)

        Familiar Object
        Memories Revisited
        Floodgates Reopen

          Wednesday, June 25, 2014

          Looking Out The Window June 06, 2014

            Looking out the window, I see a bright sun glaring angrily at the land below. Pedestrians and folks on two wheeler are seen wrapped up in clothing to avoid its glare and hastily move around. Cars lazily move around with windows rolled up and air conditioning turned on to max. A herd of cows are seen lazily moving around and the scent of garbage attracts them. One head butts a dog which lets out a yelp and then all start feasting on the mess left behind by the city folks. Looking down the street, I see a motorcycle approaching. Two men are sitting on it. Both are yelling at each other. Their voices get louder as they approach me. The louder they talk and the louder they yell, the faster they drive. Roar of their two wheeler and the filth they are yelling fills my ears. By the time they reach the next mini intersection, I think they will reach escape velocity and attain a low orbit around Earth. The heat is starting to crank up and not many folks are seen outside. Pretty soon, the city will wear a deserted look during the peak heat moments and folks will be seen only in early mornings or late evenings or night. Not many varieties of vegetables will be seen and the ones which are sold will rot quickly. Heat stroke news will be seen more frequently in the papers. Unannounced power cuts and erratic water supply will make a come back till the weather cools down again. We need to clean our swamp cooler and maybe get a new air conditioner next year. Sensing a dust storm in the horizon and the impending heaps of garbage and cows flying round and round inside the vortex, I wander back inside the home. Smell of food being cooked overwhelms the senses as I see bread pakoras being cooked and mixed veg concoction being readied for the lunch. Have a good day folks, hope we are well met and what's new in your world? Read more...

              Sunday, June 22, 2014

              View From The window

                Placing my arm on the solitary window, I rest my head on it and look outwards. The sky is a dull shade of grey, I hear rolling thunder in the distance, the flash of lightning that blinds. Rain starts to splatter against the glass. I see a lonesome bird struggling to stay afloat in the turbulent winds, fail as it loses the battle and plummet downwards only to disappear in the distance. Looking down, I see a sea of humanity which still flowed past endlessly as if they were in a rush to meet their new found God. Some flip open umbrellas, while other tilt their hats to shield their face and tighten their raincoats. Running my hand across the glass to wipe the dust, memories as bleak the sun scorched desserts float through my mind.

                Looking at my own reflection, I wondered what I had really achieved. Time passes by and after what seems like another lifetime, I find myself walking up back to the closet to get my coat. The stormy clouds starts to break, the rain come to a stop and I see the sun break through. As I headed out the door, I looked at my image in the receding mirror with tinge of sadness as past memories flooded his mind. I realized the world was getting smaller and darker with each passing year as I faded into the darkness of the trash strewn apartment hallway. Read more...

                  Wednesday, February 26, 2014

                  Pirates in a bottle


                    Imagine a clear glass bottle. 
                    Imagine a miniature wooden ship inside it.
                    Imagine it floating on water. 
                    Imagine the sails full of air.
                    Imagine it barreling towards some safe harbor as dark clouds sweep the horizon and a miniature pirate hollers something. 


                    Squinting hard, the woman swore that there was something there yet just couldn’t reach it no matter how hard she tried. Prying open the cork, a loud sound was heard as it flew across the room. “You are a bunch of arses taunting me. I’ll fix ya as soon as I reach ya”. One glass after another of the golden precious liquid was poured into the glass. Putting the empty bottle to her ear, the woman swore that she could hear loud laughter and coarse jokes aimed at her. Looking at the now empty bottle and the last glass of champagne with a tinge of regret, she thought she saw a pirate ship inside the bottle where the crew was going crazy. Pouring the fluid back, she shook the bottle, poured it all back and took a quick gulp munching whatever came along the way. “Gawd. That tasted awful. Do these filthy chaps ever take a bath.” She muttered as she tottered to the sink on another binge and purge session.

                      Monday, February 17, 2014

                      Walking around in circles

                        Roving around the city, I have noticed something odd. Folks wander here and there aimlessly like zombies. Ask them something and they just stare at you blankly. With great difficulty, some manage to utter words which are hard to understand. At random times, they suddenly become active, start running towards a fast approaching bus or taxi in vain hope that it will shallow them up and vomit them at some new destination. At times they just spin around in circles while making odd noises while some gather in bunches and run around some object as they sing some song which I can't place. Have you noticed anything similar or have you participated in such activities?

                          The interplanetary excursion Fiction In A Flash # 20

                            One fine day, we boarded an innocuous looking wormy interplanetary ship and headed to Uranus where the Blue Backwoods tribe allowed jewels and meerschaum to be harvested using hazardous Peroxide without wearing any clothes in remembrance of the miners who had gone before us and give us the money to keep our home fires burning.