Step Two


“970, 980, 990, 1000.”
He completed counting the books stacked in the corner and made note of the same in the notebook he held. Keeping the notebook beside the desk littered with old newspapers and plastic bottles, he sat in the broken moulded chair.
‘A thousand books’, he thought. ‘Is it enough? It should be.’
When the clock struck 1 pm, he stood and pulled the shutter down from inside. He carried the books to a room inside, in small sets. Once he had carried the last stack in, he flicked a switch on. The room was flooded by warm yellow light.
The room surrounded by steel racks. Racks in which numerous books were kept. Books of all kinds. From sleazy superflous pulp fiction to thick bound volumes of outdated laws and acts.
A week from the day, Badhua, who had never read a letter in his life, put up a board over his shop which said “Library For All”.



“I am the better one. You can never be as good as me. You were born grey, you were born ugly.”
These words, dripping of pride and arrogance, were never actually uttered. But the eyes said it all.
“The world sees you in colour because the creator desires you to be so. But for our greys, your colour would not have meant a thing. Your pride is hollow. Your color nothing but the chaos in our calm. You really don’t fit in. Can’t you see that?”
“You are the outcast.”



“हम अपना महल यहाँ बनाएँगे।”
“पर भाई, यहाँ पानी आएगा तो महल बह जाएगा।”
“अरे हम पानी पे ही तो महल बना रहे हैं।”
“पानी पे महल!”
“और नहीं तो क्या। हमारा महल पानी के बीच होगा। सबसे अलग, सबसे अनोखा।”
“पर अगर महल बह गया तो?”
“और अगर नहीं बहा तो? अरे तू ज्यादा सोच मत। अगर बह गया तो हम फिर से दूसरा बना लेंगे।”
“और अगर नहीं बहा तो हमारा महल सबसे अनोखा होगा ना?”
“हाँ, सबसे अनोखा, सबसे सुन्दर।”
“पर बह गया तो कितनी मेहनत बेकार हो जाएगी।”
“अरे जब तक बनायेंगे नहीं तो पता कैसे चलेगा।”

Ye Dosti!

Since few days, rather weeks, nah… I guess its apt to say months. Yeah! so since few months I have been craving to write a story. I have been reading a lot of blogs, Micro fictions by my friend, stories by others. In short, I have been getting a lot of small doses of stories. And my fingers have been itching to pen down one myself. But I am not in a mental state (yeah the same old attention seeking drama) to write one. I haven’t been able to hit upon any idea. I know if I sit down to write I will do a pathetic job of penning down something nauseously dark and negative.

But today I have hit upon one idea. I have no clue how well it’s going to turn out but it sure does sound good in my head. It is infact total random nonsense.


Once upon a time there was a happy kid. On his special day he was presented with a slick, cool mobile phone of latest technology. The mobile phone came with a set of swanky white earphones. The kid, the earphones, and the mobile phone became best buddies. They were inseparable.

Two years went by. The three friends saw a lot of ups and downs. The kid started doing poorly in exams. His friends got blamed for the same. But the kid didn’t want his friends to go away so he worked hard and bettered his scores. The phone fell down a lot of times. It was ageing faster. And was burdened under the expectations of his best friend, the kid. It wanted to fulfill everything that the kid wished for. The earphones too didn’t have it easy. It had its own tangles to deal with. So many times it lost its earbuds, but the kid always got a new pair from somewhere and replaced them. So went on the days. All three of them looking out for each other and supporting each other until that woeful day.

It was a sunny afternoon. The kid, along with his buddies, was returning home from school. All three were enjoying each other’s company when suddenly out of nowhere a two goons on a speeding mobike whizzed past the kid nabbing the mobile phone in his hand. The kid was shocked. The earphones fell to the ground. And the mobile phone was gone.

The kid stood up, still in shock of what had happened. When finally the incident registered, he started crying. He looked for the earphones and saw it lying in the dust. The kid picked it up. The earphones were mauled due to friction. Once again one of its earbuds were lost. The kid started crying even more hardly looking at its condition. He stuffed it inside his pocket and ran home, tears still flowing down his dust stained cheeks.

Days passed away. The kid’s parents could not see their child all sad and broken. A new friend was brought home for the kid. The kid was happy again. He doesn’t miss his old mobile phone now. And the earphone. It still is lying, forgotten, in some dark corner of the kid’s bag.


“Happy Anniversary Darling!” his eyes filled themselves with her, as she stood under the shade of the giant oak on that sunny afternoon, in her favourite sky blue chiffon dress. Her dark brown was hair pulled back in a loose bun, and the breeze seemed to be merrily playing with those few wayward curls that were tickling her cheeks causing that slight smile and the faint blush that ensured that she looked perfect even without the make-up. Those rays of the sun that managed to cascade on her face through the chance gaps between the thick branches and leaves of the oak, turned her into a creature dropped straight from the heavens.

And he fell in love with this cherub once again.

But that wasn’t the story of just today. It has been the same story every single day since past 20 years. So what if the last 12 yrs were spent falling in love with this photograph of hers that now adorned his bedside table. 

The love was still afresh, just the way she was in the photograph. The same which was taken by him on their first anniversary.

She was gone. But she still remained, with him. 

PS: I know this is lacking something. I am not able to place my finger on exactly what it is. Anyways, this is a futile attempt to get back to my elements. 

Micro Fiction – CHOICES

A Wispy Choice

To start with my story I would like to first of all tell you that writing this is One Beautiful Choice. This story tells you about a girl who eventually made up for the best of her choices for her own happy state of mind.

Sapna, a girl with the same attitude like others, wanting to fly, having dreams, wanting to be successful, wanting to be with someone who would take care of her like princess, was a lass who was born and brought up in a rich family who could afford each and everything she would direct her finger on. She was having everything in her life what she wanted. Her parents were renowned in the city and state and almost every other person knew about their family. She completed her education with average result and as soon as she graduated she went abroad for a long vacation. Drinking, Smoking and partying hard were her keen interests and one night she met a man at the pub on the bar counter. He was an official Pimp. She didn’t know herself about her sexual tendencies. He lured her in a drunken state and she got wasted. The next day she didn’t have an ounce of guilt in her and she left for her place.

That was the night which changed her life, her lust came out and she decided to stay there forever. She called up her parents that she wouldn’t come back for a decent period now. She met that guy again and took up prostitution as her profession just to satisfy her inner urges for Life. All she knew that it was a choice, a choice which is keeping her happy and nothing else mattered to her. She was happy making unsatisfied or hungry men, quench. Strong choice, I must say.


The Gift

“The red one or the green one?” Sam was finding it difficult to choose. He came with his mother to the supermarket , and had saved two weeks of his pocket money for this. He wanted to buy a diary for Gina, the girl in Sam’s “study-group”- as he had proudly announced after coming back from school one day. “Yes Ma, Miss Skitters had asked us all to form study-groups to learn team-work!” he had exclaimed.Gina , the smartest girl in Sam’s class would often drop by and help Sam with the art n craft assignments. Sam felt glad about it. He loved her handwriting and tried to imitate the same. 

“It’s getting late Sam!”
“I don’t know mom, she likes green, but once she had told me that red is a very cute color!!” Sam was having a real hard time. 
“Hey buddy!” he saw his dad, returning from work and taking a detour to join them. “Sammy is having  a tough time choosing a diary for his friend Gina” his mother chirped,stressing on the word ‘friend’. 
“Well I tell you what, take the red one.”
“But Dad, how can you be so sure?”
“Trust me bud. Go for it!” 
Sam reached for his pocket for the cash, when his Dad stopped him. “How about we did something with that later? This one’s on me.” he smiled at his son. “Awesome!!” Sam was elated. He ran towards the toy-zone. His parents exchanged glances.
“Red..remember this, Anna?” 
“Our first date, and the exact same difficulty to choose. When you had philosophized  it, saying ‘Green means envy, so I’d go for red instead!’ hah!” 
“Well you still remember that?!!”
“Yes, I do.” 
They smiled at each other, and started walking towards the toy-zone.



“Wait! What am I doing? Why am I doing it?” He stops himself as he gaze hypnotically at the black burnishing leather bag.
“It can’t be this easy. It can’t be this easy. It can’t be real.” He exhorts himself but his feet had different plan. As he advanced few steps more towards the bag, a golden button on the bag starts gleaming pyrogenetically.
“No, no, no, no, nooo…” he chants the words while to and fro-ing his hand thinking to grab the bag which he ultimately does.

Holding that udder tightly in his embrace in the expectation of something gravely to happen fore-thoughtfully, he probes his surroundings dreadfully. After being assured of the prophylactic he smiled.

He industriously tries to open the golden button but failed. Every time he wastefully tries to open the bag he becomes more and more agitated but at the same time more lustful for it. He started trying boorish methods but gained nothing. Despite of his agonizing efforts he refuses to cease them.

What good it’d done to him? What he was thinking then? Did he really believe that the leathery sack would solve all of his problems?

That was his choice. He chose to believe in that worthless piece of putrefying pelt despite all the signs of failure and loss.

And what did his belief in those choices gave him, and what did he accomplish? Eh? I tell you what he accomplished, a young wife left to suffer with her five children with no support and a dark future in this cruel world.

If he would have got what he had imagined, would you be saying the same bitter things for him?

“Probably not but verily the insane guy didn’t get what he imagined and now he is rotting in this godforsaken place. Justice has been served for his choices, to him, to his wife and to us.” Says the younger one, as both the eldest and the youngest son of that man leave the Mental Institute.


Where do I go from here?

He was so drawn to her simplicity that he couldn’t deny that. It was not that she was the most beautiful that made him feel desirable. But it had to be something with the way she made herself naturally cheerful and the way she made him a part of it. It was for the facts that he had lived a life that seemed so different from hers, yet they spoke the same language of thoughts a similarity that he found within the short period they had know each other. 

He had met many but none like her. Most people he knew and certainly everyone in his connection seemed to live their life to achieve goals, get a job, get married, buy a house, have kids and until this weekend he realize he was no different. 

Somehow compared with the choices she made, places she travelled his life seemed so ordinary. He grew up with his experiences and she grew up with her experiences and the choices she made. Finally, he decided to part away with her for that was the best choice he had. 

As he turned the key and started the engine, he knew that wasn’t the question that mattered. As the car idled, he realized the choice before him was this: Where do I go from here?


Achromatic Choice

The day she found out that she is pregnant with her second child, she was over the moon. It fills her with felicity. She knew this time it’s a girl. She could feel it. A plethora of thoughts starts jutting out from her heart. Her man and son are sports fan & she is not at all. Now, that she wasn’t going to be the only girl in the house. She fantasizes about them doing hair together, make-up & doing fun girl stuff. Next day, ultrasound confirmed a baby girl. She felt like living a dream. She was lost in reverie of their future when doctor enters, she couldn’t have stopped that HUGE smile. After doc leaves, she was numb. Her girl had hydrocephalus. An amalgam of questions broke her mind, heart dies. She was hysterical. In state of oblivion she chooses between choices, either to let her go or shape up her own fantasm. She decided to let go her girl. She couldn’t bring this innocent girl into world with this many problems throughout her life. Throes engulfed her heart. She saved her baby by not protecting her but by snatching her heart beat. That’s her choice between choices.


Mettle of Steel

This is a story about how an ordinary boy with extraordinary problems but deep reserves of will power went on to grab his life by the scruff of its neck. Born in South Africa with a congenital problem which demanded amputation of both his legs, James was faced with a problem of gigantic proportions even before he was a school kid. But he had one passion, to run & run & run. And he chose to pursue it as his career disregarding the adversity that he was confronted with.

Encouraged by his mother, he entered the para Olympics, after years of rigorous training. But he chose not to halt his progress there. After fighting & winning a multitude of legal battles, he entered the Olympics for his nation. Once a dream, now a reality. He didn’t win any medals, but he won the respect & support of each & every person.

What was the linchpin in this wonderful & inspirational success story. It was the right choice that the boy made. He chose to take up the right path and it changed his life for the better. As its said the best choice isn’t always the easiest choice.

[Based on the life of Oscar Pistorious]


Had No Choice

It was a Sunday evening and I was sitting on one of the wooden bench of my neighborhood park staring at sky. There was something missing and I was trying to remember what it was. I saw few birds returning totheir nest after a daylong food hunting mission. I asked myself why they are in the rush to reaching their homes, why they don’t sit on trees and relax for sometimes, and then I realized they had no choice. They had no choice rather than returning to their home. Then I asked myself what choice I have, return to home or struggle to make a home in this strange city. And flashback of my life was showing in front of my eyes like old black and white films.

As many more like me didn’t have many choices in life. I came to thiscity when I had no choice left. Belonging to an average middle class I had no choice rather than come here and start making some money while studying. It was the first time when I realized I had no choice.

I started my classes and fell in love with a girl. I had no choice rather than falling in love with her. But I never know that I was being cheated. When I came to know about that I had no choice to take another way. It was second time when I had no choice.

After this heartbreak, I was started to focusing on my career as I had no choice. Now my parents want that I should be settled and have family with the girl they choose, I have no choice because never want to hurt them.

It is not my story, it is the story of all middle class people, they don’t have choice but they have to compromise with other choices.  For an average Indian boy like me life is all about fulfilling other’s choice rather than having one.


Lost but Found

There was a time when I would stop by your little world, lost in the melee of devotees who would thrust their devotion. And awe-strucks who would hand globules of their awe.  I stood there with tiny fluorescent saplings of ceaseless love analogous with the projection you shared with the rest of the world. Yes I chose to wait there as footsteps came from all directions in that mayhem of globules and gods. I held a small globe which was also green. When I tried to place them across they turned to words a whole mesh of symmetrical meaningless meaningful words that made you notice me with a smile of approval.

You see it was not a bad start at all considering the very fact that I was but a lone penguin sliding through a shifting maze of caves. I knew then that I had made the right choice. I was Joyous, alive, content because it felt warm to be inside your womb of secrets by the end of which I saw a blinding flash of light which I still carry for you and will do always.




His conscience mocked him for the decision he gulped down his throat. The lump generated, thus, was far more painful than the one caused by the loss of his father’s early death. Yet, he preferred mugging a man up for two thousand bucks. On the way back to his home, he felt quite relieved removing the netted mask and let the cool breeze cool his sweaty face off. He was quite contented then for the heinous crime he had committed. Alas! Not so grievous for him though.

He woke up to a monstrous dream in the morning and headed towards the damned college he dreamt of. And duly signing the admission form submitted those cursed fees with his eyes closed. A drop of tear also could not remain in the eye socket and went rolling down over the cheek. “Everyone has a fate”, thought he,” One has to see things happen or has to make his gruesome Choices, I just made mine.”




Nikita was midway through her favorite midweek activity – shopping for breakfast items at the nearby supermarket. But today, she noticed something unusual. There was a special booth near the bread and jam aisle where almost 30 odd varieties of jams were laid out for customers to taste free of cost and then buy any of their choice. Nikita almost let out a squeal of delight. If there was anything besides shoes she liked lots and lots of variety in, it was jams. 

She half sprinted to the booth where a handsome young man (mid 20s Nikita figured; nameplate said Dan) handed her a bunch of plastic spoons and gestured for her to get started. Having tasted here way through about 22 varieties, Nikita was in a fix. She was growing increasingly frustrated at not being able to make up her mind about which varieties she wanted.

Suddenly, as she was at her 26th tasting, something inside her snapped. Nikita threw the spoon away and shouted ‘What is happening to me?! Why can’t I decide? Choices are supposed to make you free…they are supposed to empower you…so do I not feel empowered? Why am I feeling depressed, frustrated and angry?’ Almost involuntarily she flung her arm across the booth table where the jams were kept scattering 30 of the bottles around the floor in a deafening crash. 

The housekeeper and Dan looked on in horror as the apricot jam seeped slowly and stickily into the strawberry on which the mango had crashed already. ‘It’s a mess’ lamented the housekeeper. Nikita, now crouched on to the ground, snapped back to reality. ‘Oh my God!! I am so so sorry…I didn’t realize…’ ‘It’s OK, Ma’am’, said Dan calmly as he helped Nikita back to her feet, ‘I am a psychology doctoral student at the nearby University and this is an experimental booth.’ Nikita eyed him sheepishly, part in embarrassment and part in bewilderment. She dusted herself and regained her composure and then apologized. 
Before she was about to walk out, she turned to Dan. ‘What exactly are you studying in this ‘experiment’? Dan smiled. ‘Ma’am, choices are indeed supposed to liberate you but it would seem that beyond a point, too many choices can paralyze you.’

[Adapted from a famous research experiment and subsequent paper by Sheena Iyengar (Columbia University) and Mark Lepper (Stanford University). The paper titled “When Choice is Demotivating: Can One Desire Too Much of a Good Thing?” can be accessed here]



Choices… Yes, they make us

Life is all about making choices, right ones or the wrong ones.

I feel everything that happens to us, good or bad; we are responsible for it, at the very first place. And our choices play a very important role in our life. 

Now when I look back, I realize whatever that has happened to me. I am responsible for it. Trusting people was my choice. Believing in their promises was my choice.

I feel the most important choice I ever made in my life was to stop judging myself on the basis of what others say, on the basis of what others feel about me, to believe in myself, And to have faith in myself. Staying alone and staying away from people who will leave me one day is my choice. And today I feel that whatever I am, I am the outcome of all the choices that I have made in my life. Once we choose a path, it is not possible for us to come back and to choose another path. We should be careful while making choices in our life. They are what that makes us or break us. 


It’s All Up to You

What’s the first thing that clicks your mind when it comes to choices? Well, for me it’s all about happiness. Coz happiness is the essence of life. As per me there’s a very easy funda of life and it’s all about being happy. There’s nobody here who’s going to safeguard your happiness for you, the key of your happiness solely lies in your hands. And for this you need to analyze, think and focus on the choices that life gives you, in an ordinary way or in a disguise. You know certain times it does happens that life gives us a basket of grapefruits and we throw it away just by assuming that they were lemons. And then as usual we regret, putting the blame on life.
Life is nowhere to be blamed upon; it plays its part well enough always. Life is not a bitch, people are. You always have your fair share of choices but the point you tend to neglect them in the slightest of ways possible, gets you in trouble. Remember there’s always a very fine line between choice, opinion and priority. And time my dear keeps evolving these three for all of us. May be, just a choice today, an opinion tomorrow and a priority for days to come or you may jumble up the above sequence in any order. However, the fact is they are linked and would be that way.
The people you have in your life are also your choice, they are chosen by you alone and nobody else. This is the point where you need to be cautious. One wrong move and you may be left in despair. What I believe is your happiness quotient is directly proportional to the kind of people you are surrounded with. So be fair enough when it comes to choosing between people. Here I nowhere mean that you need to be judgmental, all I want to say is be sensible enough and make the right choices. Don’t give anyone the power to hurt you and thus avoid the miseries in your life. It’s that simple you see.


A Cycle of Choices

He was an unlikely choice, but she took the chance. He would not give up and she was happy to choose him. His deep love reached her soul and bound them; it became their world. And then, the World came in between…

She was not a conventional choice either. He left to find what the world had to offer… Only to realize that it held no meaning without her. After a long journey, he returned to her. The magic of their connection drew him back… He asked her humbly, for another chance.

She had never stopped loving him. Joyous and teary-eyed, she made a gracious decision towards the cycle of life…

She chose him again, and they began exploring the World with a whole new light…



It was a bright sunny afternoon in Delhi when they met at one of these fancy malls that sell overpriced pints of beer and food that has unpronounceable names.

She was scared. She hadn’t met him before except at the workshop they did together where all they did was exchange pleasantries and later their phone numbers. And she hadn’t gone out with a guy three years younger to her… ever. But life is all about taking chances. She took her, and fixed a meeting.

One glance at his face, and she knew that things won’t be the same for her. The curly hair on his head and the sly smile on his face made her heart skip a beat. He extended his arm for a hug and she melted.

Three and a half hours later, they’d eaten, bought books, discussed philosophy; he had read poetry to her, made her swoon, introduced her to Pink Floyd and neither of them could fathom how quickly the time passed.

She was right. Her life hasn’t been the same since then. Two and a half years, lots of discussions, pints of beer, more fancy restaurants, packs of cigarettes, all the crazy music, and Buddha happened.

All because they made their choice: the choice to not hold back from the other, the choice to spend time with each other.


Truth : The Leveller 

Raj had been working with Sundaram Chit Funds for the past 1 year. He was aware that the entire business was a sheer scam. But he got a big cut, so he enjoyed duping people

But it was different today. He had just entered his cabin when he saw the form kept on the table. He lifted to see the form and froze in horror.

Name:Smt.Nirmala Devi. The photo confirmed it all. His mother had been duped by a scamster of his own office. His world fell apart. His conscience pricked.

He was seething with anger and when he couldn’t contain it anymore, he picked up the
vase on the table and threw it on the wall. Tears which had evaded him till date started trickling down his face. He didn’t know how to face his mother.

He picked the form and the money and started for his home. When he reached home, he immediately went inside and hugged his mother and finally broke down. His mother, though shocked initially at his reaction, calmed him down. Between tears and sobs he narrated the entire incident to her while she was struck with shock.

“Main bahut bura insaan hun maa” He said.

“Listen beta“, she started calmly, “When u started working for these scamsters, you knew what you were doing. Being a well educated person, you always had a choice, to choose between what is right and wrong.”

“It’s the path that we choose that makes us who we are.”

“You are feeling guilty today, just because your mother got duped. Just imagine the state of the people whom you’ve looted all this while. Even they were people with family, wives and kids.”

“I have nothing more to say, but I hope you know what you have to do. I trust you on that.” saying so she left.

And yes Raj knew. He called up his rikshawala friend.

Oye Birju, jaldi aa Ramnagar Police Station jaana hai“…
Kyu bhai kuch jhol hua kya” asked Birju…
“Haan, Jhol hua…Par ab se nahi hoga.. ” Raj said. And he knew that this time he had made the correct choice.



पसंद अपनी – अपनी

मिक्की बोला – “ भाई ! मुझे तो गर्मियां अची लगती है | खूब नहाओ ,बर्फ के गोले ,आइसक्रीम खाओ, कोल्डड्रिंक्स अनलिमिटेड , कूलर –एसी के सामने पसर कर सो जाओ …..शाम को पतंग उड़ो बस मजे ही मजे | वाह !…..”

“ना बाबा ! छि गर्मी ! पसीना,बदबू और चिपचिपाहट अपने आप से नफरत पैदा कर देते हैं | ऊपर से मच्छर-मक्खी | ये भी कोई सीजन है ? सर्दियों का तो कहना ही कुआ ? गरम-गरम खाओ-पियो ,बन-ठन कर घूमो और रजाई- कम्बल में खरगोश जैसे दुबक जाओ | कुछ भी कहो सर्दियाँ सर्दियाँ होती है |” रोमी ने अपनी पसंद का इक्का फेंका |

दोनों ने कैलाश से उसकी पसंद का मौसम पुछा| वो देर से चुप बैठ दोनों की गर्मी – सर्दी झेल रहा था |  
“गर्मी न सर्दी सबसे अची बारिश  | कपडे पहनने – बदलने का लफड़ा ही नहीं | एक चड्डीमें ही दिन निकल जाते हैं | जैसा जो मिल जाए खा लो|” एक हाथ फटी निक्कर को छुपाते और शून्य में डूबता सा बोला कैलाश|

पसंद पर भारी पड़ी बरसात ने गर्मी-सर्दी को धो-पोंछ डाला |


Give up, give in or give it all yours!!

You ain’t winning or losing anything in life until you make a choice. Whatever happens in our lives is the result of the decisions or the choices we make. Choosing between accepting ‘certain’ things in life or analysing and questioning them always? “Start accepting, stop questioning” for a change. The secret of being happy is no more a secret than our willingness to choose life. You make choices every day. Whenever possible, choose the life you want.

You are the one who has to choose between doing it or leaving it aside. You are the one who’ll make up your mind that whether you’ll lead or linger behind. A lot of times we are confronted with problems and are easily discouraged. Whenever you come across challenges in life let your motivation for overcoming them be whatever encourages in life. Remember to be encouraged and surely you will be strengthened.


Choices are us.

No matter what path in life we walk on, there are always options for us, there are always choices that we have to make.

Just like any other couple in love, they chose to stick together through thick and thin, they chose to love each other in sickness and health. He, was good with words and she was reality he longed for. She was practical, yet a high flying bird and he was the only dream she dared to chase.

It was as if the cupid himself had blessed their choice of being together, But then times change, circumstances change and consequently people change. Love no longer remained the only reason to stay together, Life started to change and choices were to be made.
I always say, “Choices make us who we are”.

She chose to be the perfect wife, In someone else’s life. He chose to chase his dreams alone, with a broken heart and became the nation’s most loved celebrity.

Our choices today are the decisions of tomorrow, so chose well, for it shall affect the ones we love and the ones we’d love to live with. Choose well, for life is not a game that you should always win. With the correct set of people, even defeats are worthy enough to be walked through.

So how good are you with choices?


Silence – A Choice

The four members, parents in their middle age with their daughter & son, were dining together. The guy had come from Denmark where he stayed for 3 years & worked.  The girl had come from New York where she worked for 2 years.  The boy told his experiences of staying abroad and the girl told hers. The brother & sister did listen to each other & could understand each other.

Suddenly, the girl noticed some strange & awkward silence between their parents; they were absolutely engrossed in dining. The mother & father didn’t talk to each other, they were silent. The daughter said to herself, “the deaf ear is a choice, they could have participated in the conversation, to make their children happy, and after all, they had come home after long.” She just didn’t understand what was wrong with her parents. She left the dining table & said, “I’m done with it, dinner was good mom.” Her mother replied but she chose to turn a deaf ear towards her & went in her room.

She then went in her parents’ room while her mother was working in kitchen & father was watching television in living room. She checked wardrobe, drawers, and everything else to see what was going on. She suddenly got the papers of their divorce. They had already been divorced since 2 years and she was appalled to know that their parents never let them know about it. Now she understood the reason behind their parents silence on dining table. The girl had planned to tell their parents about her boyfriend & she wanted to marry him, but now she didn’t know to whom she should tell, father or mother? She was on the horns of dilemma; she didn’t know what to do. Now Silence took over her.


The Choice Is Yours

“The choice is yours”, he said.

The one, whom she had considered her greatest hero till date, suddenly seemed so nefarious today. He had no expression misplaced on his face, neither did his eyes gave away even one hint of any of those thoughts that were taking shape in his head.  She looked perplexed, and he seemed to educe all the pleasure that he could from her state of quandary.

“But he is your son too…” she almost whimpered. “Please show some mercy? Our little boy needs you. Only you can save him.” She said.

“I have nothing against him. I will donate him my bone marrow, but then I need you to do this as much as you want Johnnie’s life saved.”
“You want a price for your own child’s life!!?” she cried in a voice so dreadful it could have ripped a heart out of a stone, but there he stood, motionless, like nothing could deter him ever.”
“Honey, it is not a price… it is simply a means to lead our lives peacefully and to secure our future.”
“What kind of peace and security would you get by selling my body to your boss?”
“ I NEED THE MONEY. I am done living this life of meagerness. You can’t blame a man if he wants to live a better life. Even you and Johnnie will benefit out of this. Can’t you see we will have a much better life?”
“Right Mike! I can definitely see the better life” she blurted out scornfully. “Fine! If that is the price for my baby’s life, I shall pay it.”
“See… now that is my darling!” saying so he moved forward to hug her, but she pushed him and ran away upstairs to her bedroom.

It wasn’t an easy choice; it was the matter of Johnnie’s life and death. It was a choice between saving their only baby and keeping safe her honor, because it wasn’t just his bone marrow that could save Johnnie.

Mike was helpless. His boss controlled the reins of the hospital where Johnnie was treated so far. He had made his intentions and instructions very clear and had left Mike to make the choice.

“The choice is yours”, his boss had said.


Theme of the upcoming week : HOPE

Micro Fiction – Ego

“All good things come to an end… But if they are good enough, they ought to return”

That ain’t said by anyone famous, but its just a thought of yours truly. 

And here I am bringing back, one of my most cherished ideas – Micro Fiction, with a fresh new beginning. It brings with it much more love and gratitude towards everyone who made its first series so successful, that after much apprehension and indecision I could gather enough courage to revive it again. All through the week I have had butterflies in my tummy, just imagining the moment when I would finally click on the “Publish” button. 

More than that, I have thoroughly basked in the respect and love that so many of you have poured upon me, by contributing just on my insistence. Also, I need not forget the people who have been constantly coaxing me to get it back. They are one of the most dear people who I have come across in life and I am really thankful to them for showing belief in this idea when even I doubted it. Believe me, without that I would not have been able to do it. 

Also, there are those who support me, by just being the readers. 

I am highly grateful to all of you. 

I know I have rambled  too much and for many of you it is not that big an event also. But believe me… for me it is big. And I actually believe that we need not wait for the big occasions, instead we should celebrate each small one like a big do. And so here I lead you all to another collection of wonderful thoughts, words and world of imagination…


The Missing Head

‘Where is the head? I need to see the head!’ barked MI6 special agent Jonathan Mayfair, OBE into his two way radio. ‘It must be around! Look carefully.’ said the voice at the other end. ‘I know!! This is not the first time I am handling a world leader who is in pieces’ said Mayfair who had seen his share of blood and gore. ‘Dad! You never pay attention!’ an exasperated James Mayfair replied into his toy walkie. Ego deflated, Jonathan knew it was going to be a long vacation if he did not put the Abraham Lincoln jigsaw puzzle together fast.



Eg0 – sometimes a saviour, sometimes a destroyer. A man’s ego is his woman; a woman’s ego is her man. People think ego is the reason of breakups and all. But they don’t know there is a reason behind so much of ego. People doesn’t see the real fact, they always see your negative side. Ego is not negative side, but it is protective side.


Let it go

We are surrounded by this thing called ego so much that we often forget the meaning of love.It has happened with me. I ruined my 10 year old friendship with a friend who was not just a friend. Was more of a sister, a soul mate.

Sadly, when I realized it, it was too late. I so regret it. That feeling of regret rips me apart, kills me within. My ego killed that “friend” within me that was so much loved.

This ego inside us stops us from helping people, stops us to love them, and above all, it makes us forget how to value those who love us so much. We should never let our ego rule our mind, it ignores all the things our heart wants. Not just relationships, not just happiness, Ego is killing humanity too. Ego is our biggest enemy. We should try to “Kill” it. 

Just let it go? No, not the people, Let your ego go? 



“No I can’t do it anymore” says G renouncing.
“But you have to, you can’t thrive without it” spoke the man at the darkest corner on the table.
“And who are you to advise me. We met just 10 minutes ago.”
“mhunh my dear, we’ve been friends since you acquire intellect. I am your best friend.”
“What the hell are you talking?” asked G.
“Truth mate. Which is that you exist because I aid you? Without me you’ll drawn in your own trench of sorrow and pity. Without me you’ll lose all your self-importance. Without me you’ll be a bug ready to get thrashed between the hands of…well any pair of hands”
A dumbfounded G tried to say something but the laws of bio-mechanics diminished that moment. A waitress put 2 glasses of alcohol on the table. G supped his with in a blink. The man said “thanks, I don’t consume anymore. I am with the program. 8 months this week.” As soon as he finished G swallowed his glass also.
Retaining his voice by the wonder of alcohol G says insolently “So what you saying is, that… you…do not…”
“What I am saying is this that” interrupts the man “you will not talk to that chick beforehand. If she talks to you first then only you’ll do whatever is that you will be planning this night to do”
All the whisky has evaporated from G’s consciousness with a splat and he blathers “how… owu… haw… how do you know that? You…”
“How do I know?” the man cut G’s blathering aggressively “You stupid urchin. I am not an encyclopedia that will give you your answers. I am your friend who gives you your strength.”
The man rises from his stance and says ”now I shall go. I can’t be seen with you for too long”
G finally overcome his mutism and speaks “What’s your name friend?”
The man turns. He is G himself.
“Look at the table” he says and walks away.
G throws his glance on the table and sees a word engraved on the table ‘मै’.


Stitched Ego

 “But what is wrong in it? Why can’t You get a few tailored jeans at least once?” gnarled Mom. Her voice felt like it fell on the Deaf-wall of the boy’s ears and reflected back. She fumed even more. Meanwhile Dad remained as unreactive as a monk sitting in his own penance under a tree.

It is not the first time this scene happened. Though the demand this time being quiet different, pointless as usual. Finally, Dad broke his silence, “do not grow your ego so much, you are just 19 yet!’ Mom joined in “You are not born in the family of ambanis or such millionaires. Just go and see other houses sons are so obedient. We do so much for you, yet you do not value! “Boy finally controlling from letting his emotions flow – “Fine, I have a lot of ego, I like to wear branded clothes only.” and rammed into his room.

Next day while cleaning his son’s room, got hold of a book and ran to his husband. He reads – “Ok Diary, I know. I know you demand an explanation for whatever happened this afternoon. Yes I know I need a Jeans, but looking the present conditions at home, I wanted to minimise the expense on me. They are already spending so much on me. If I had said this in simple words, he (Dad) would not have agreed. Fine they think I have ego, but this atleast make them think even about spending a few bucks on them. ” 

Finally He got what he craved for since ages ‘A Bear hug from his Dad’. Happiness rolled on his cheeks, beaming his face with satisfaction.


Banished !

It had been 16 years since she last saw her daughter. She clearly remembered those deep dark eyes, the flowing brown locks and the enchanting smile that the whole world adored. Tara remembered how, when she was a child, her daughter used to run up to her and kiss her cheek with the pure innocent love of a child. But unfortunately she could not forget how her only beloved child had disgraced the name of her family by chasing after a wild ridiculous dream. Belonging to a family of scholars, the acclaimed neurologist Tara hadn’t in her worst fears for her daughter’s future, considered that after winning a scholarship to Harvard medical school, her daughter would foolishly throw away all she had for such a superficial, nonintellectual profession. Once she was convinced that her daughter would not change her mind, in a fit of rage Tara had declared her daughter to be dead to her.

Her teenage daughter, now a women of thirty-five had become a confident and successful actress  , but even after all these years, after all the wasteful attempts of reconciliation from her daughter’s side, Tara still could not forgive her, could not back out on what she had once declared-her daughter was dead to her. Although her heart ached for her little girl, she was headstrong about her decision; nothing could melt her heart, hardened by ego.

Now she sat in her study, trying hard not to be weak and change her mind as her daughter approached her door. Tara had refused to see her. She didn’t believe her mother could be so hard and had come to try again. She had flown all the way from London for some work and would be there for just a day. The doorbell rang but no one answered. She waited for 10 minutes then inquired to her neighbors who confirmed Tara’s presence in the house. She was disheartened and started to return to the car. Tara had come to the window and was looking into the street; she observed her son in law had accompanied her daughter. Her eyes filled with tears and her lips trembled as he slid into the car with the tiny baby wrapped in a blue blanket in his arms.  That night Tara didn’t sleep, just gazed out of her window into the emptiness of her street, the emptiness of her life.


What does a Death in Paradise sound like?

Among banana trees and in the glow of the sun. Do you hear the scream within?  My problem is that I cannot hear it. I see my body tangled twisted and warped in time, lost to history and memory. May be I do not hear because the past is muted to my deafness. So we wonder how the past speaks to us; words, images, smell all come out when someone decides to tell the truth. Truth is loud and history cannot speak, yet we turn sideways in the mirror and stare blankly, at our person and our humanity, and simply ask: Why does this success makes me sad.

First must come the sound of the enemy within. His shoes kicking up the dust of the street. You hear the soul crying within. You feel the drip of salt slide down your temple, cheek and neck. It collects in a pool on the floor. There is no knock, no sign of entry. Everything is conspicuously peaceful and you forget where you are and why you are there. Flashes are all that your cortex can spare and then the loneliness sets in. The knell (slow bell ring) has sounded and everything moves slowly. Where did he come from? You smell his sweat and feel your own.

So in the end we are left with our own enemy the one word that describe it is called EGO. What if EGO is not the death of one person but the entire paradise around us?


The Lost Friendship

Harish… The weak boy of the family. The only one who was going to take up over the responsibility of the family. All he loved was cricket. His friends knew his weakness and lured him to betting, not a large amount but the ones which would suffice to earn him his pocket money. Arun, his life time best friend was against all the unethical practices. Wanting to save him, he tried to stop him but Harish was so attracted that he couldn’t. Arun stopped talking to him and 6 months passed. Harish’s parents were informed and even they supported Arun. Finally Harish realized, it was all in vain. He was drained; he wanted everything to be back to normal. He along with his parents called Arun at his place and apologized for the same. They were back, yes Arun and Harish couldn’t ever stay without each other. More than just ego, it was Arun’s initiative to bring him back to a normal life. Arun was always forgiving and more than anything, relationships mattered to him, for he had lost people, he had lost friends, he had lost relatives, and he had lost a part of his family which wasn’t just blood. All he wanted is Harish to realize that shortcuts won’t matter and only effort will take you a long way. Harish. The weak boy of family is now settled, a working full time job, earning a good amount, happy and settled. Arun is with him always, blessing him for Life.



Ego – It can be good or it can be bad. Having ego about the good deeds you have done isn’t harmful. But having ego about all the things you have done which you think are right but have ended up hurting many will end up hurting yourself badly one day.
Considering yourself above everyone is good. But tomorrow when someone will replace you, what will hurt you the most is your ego of not being replaced ever.
You have ego just because you are way beautiful than others. You will comment on someone’s color, or someone’s obesity or whatever, but when with age, your beauty will fade, and then the same people on whom you used to comment will comment on you, you won’t be able to take it. Because ego.

Sometimes, it’s good to let ego go to keep life and love balanced.

Always remember, “Aasman ko chune ke liye kabhi apni zamee ko na chhodna.”


The Scorn (read a Woman’s Ego)

She sat in front of a mirror, preparing herself with painstaking detail. It was going to be another one of those nights. After some fussing about-oh, the hair never falls in place!… she got up and took a last long look before stepping out.

She took her car and went to her favourite place. She always called them there. A young man was waiting. Good! At least he is on time…“You look beautiful”, he said. She laughed… mirthlessly. He was genuinely admiring her, but she pretended not to notice. “Thanks”, she said and walked past him. He followed.

He flustered slightly, unable to take his eyes off her, as they sat down. “What should we order?”, he asked. Indecisive not my kind of guy. “Anything you like is fine”, she replied. He looked at the menu, carefully screening what she would not eat on a first date, and placed the order. And the conversation began…

It was not such a bad evening after all. She enjoyed herself, but as the night came to a close, she cut it short. She got up. “I have an early day tomorrow. It was nice to meet you”, she said. “When can I see you again?”, he almost pleaded. Soon… maybe. “Call me”, she said, while walking away.

As she walked, high on the evening’s pleasantries, she looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone she had not met in a long time. This used to be their place… She gave a lingering look before she stepped back into her car, still wearing that mask.



He looked out of the window. The sun was rising. Through the recesses of the the clouds, it was slowly brightening up the sky, shooting darkness out of sight. He lit a cigarette. “Why?” a voice rang up. “Because it is none of your business!” he chided.

The chirping of birds outside reminded him of the good times. The love of his life now lived thousands of miles apart, with mere phone calls at their disposal. He knew it won’t be easy, temptations being everywhere around him; and she was devoted to him, yet the idea of freedom is only so beautiful that no one can really let go of it so easily. Hence, fights became regular, indispensable, irreparable…

Last night was just another usual conversation. He could not agree to her explanations, and she could not take in his accusations. “I hate you!” her voice shrieked through the phone.”Same here! Goodbye!” he barked and banged the phone down. His thoughts were clouded. She too felt the same, he knew. Yet neither of them would apologize to the other person. The next day would start with a reboot of their conversations, and would probably end up in the similar way as it did last night. He sighed as he thought of the past, when ego was just not there when it came to their relationship. They were thick in love, regretted even the slightest of spat and would resolve a small quarrel with such passion. 

“Why?” the voice rang up in his head, once again. This time, it sounded like hers. Or perhaps it was the nicotine that made him feel that way. “Why?” it asked again. “Because I LOVE YOU!” he yelled, throwing the cigarette away, curling up to a fetal posture, weeping discreetly. “…a lot.”


The Red Lipstick Girl

Six months had gone by since their break up. This day would have been so different had he been with her. He had moved away from her life & so did celebrations. This day would also be spent in melancholy & thinking about their time together.

Sometimes, it seemed like a dream. What else could be the explanation? They were so much in love & so happy together! Why would anyone want to leave? Sighing, she opened her inbox to read his mails. These were the only proof that their love was real. She was deeply engrossed in one of his mails when her phone rang. It was her bestie calling to wish her Happy Birthday.

Her bestie sensed her state of mind & convinced her to go out with her. While dressing up, she came across her red lipstick. It was her quirk. Whenever she was happy she used to put on this red lipstick. Instinctively she picked up the lipstick & applied it. She was not ready to be happy yet. But she could show the world she was. Would save her from pity & questioning eyes!

He was going through her profile on Facebook. It had been six months since he saw her. Time apart made him realise how much he loved her. This was a test he had inflicted upon them. He wanted to be sure as he couldn’t afford another heart break. He would now know if she truly loved him. His eyes stopped on one of the pics she was tagged in. The pic was taken on her birthday. His heart filled with love on seeing her smile but his eyes froze when he saw her red lipstick. He understood what that meant. She had moved on. With a heavy heart he blocked her, never wanting to see her again.




We lived under the same roof, shared the same dreams, and liked the same stuff.
Then he crept in and things changed for us. He killed the essence of us.
I am lonely because of my ego and he is alone because of his.



I Won Right ??

The meter read Rs.27.00.
Akash gave 3 10Rupees notes to the rickshaw walah and waited for his change…
Chutta nahi hai… 7 rupya khulla do” sandesh the rickshaw wallah said.
“Nahi hai matlab kya yaar. Poora din toh sawaari kiya naa.. kaise nahi hai chutta. Check kar, zarur hoga tere paas”.
Sandesh outraged said “Ab tu decide karega ki mere pocket mein kitna chutta hai saale”.
“Abbe saala kisko bola bey. Jyaadaa udtaa hai kya. Rukh teri main bajaataa hun“. He called up om the RTO helpline and within 5 minutes the local Beat Marshall came to the spot.
Sensing trouble Sandesh apologised to the RTO Marshall and Akash and paid the 3 rupees change. Yes.. he had 3 rupees change all the time.
Next day while akash was crossing the road to catch his usual rick to office,
A carrier van which rammed into him and he died on the spot…
The van did not stop and nobody even noticed the number of the vehicle.
Vikas the van driver told sandesh “Saale kutte, 3 rupye ke liye ye tune kya karwaaya merese!!!! 
Jaan le li ek bandhe ki sirf 3 rupya chutte ke liye”.
“Saalaa mereko pulice mein pakdaane wala tha… abhi pahucha diya upar seedha. End mein apun jeet gaya na???”
Vikas just nodded his head in disbelief.


And that is how I wrote this

She picked up her weapon… and finally it rained…

The mighty proud sun had been bullying everyone around. Laughing, at the torment that it showered on everyone. Even she was bogged down by his tortures. 

She used to remind him constantly that so much pride is not good and he should mellow down. He used to feel offended whenever she said so. He didn’t want to be instructed by her. She was nothing but a mere speck of cloud, dark, ugly and haphazard. She stopped bothering him. She left him to simmer in his ego and pride.

He grew… and so grew his pride, and a bigger ego. He thought no one could ever over-shadow him. No one could ever block him. And he just kept his torment on.
Then came the day the humble cloud returned and she came back with a plan. As the sun rose higher, she descended lower. And both continued on their paths, the sun unaware, and the cloud with her plan. She descended lower and further lower, so low that none could see the sun anymore.

And then she struck her bolt, her lightning bolt. She broke herself and pored heavily. Everyone sighed in relief. The sun stood in the corner awestruck and helpless, his ego all shattered.

And while it rained, she wrote away their story.



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Once Again…

Folks… lets bring back the Micro Fiction again… this time with few changes just to make things interesting.

For those who are not aware of the concept of Micro Fiction, here is a recap for you people.

The basic idea behind Micro Fiction is to channelize those few stray thoughts that keep buzzing around in our heads and give it a shape of a very small story. Just to encourage people to come up with their own stories, I decided to initiate this and invite people to contribute their own Micro Fiction to my blog. In its first stint Micro Fiction was “Open-Themed”. This time in order to make things bit interesting, we have decided to keep it thematic. Every week a theme would be chosen which would be given out with the collection of the previous week.

So here it goes…

The Basic Rules 

  1. Keep it Micro (The moderators reserve the right to send back any contribution if they think it is too big for the standards of “Micro Fiction”.)
  2. Stick to the Theme of the Week
  3. Title it please.
  4. It can be in Hindi or English.
  5. Mention your full name, Blog Address (if any), Twitter handle (if any)
  6. You can contribute more than one.
  7. No poems or non fiction pieces please. It should be a STORY.
  8. You can definitely post the same on your blog.
  9. Plagiarism is frowned upon.
  10. If you think you cannot write, its your misconception.
  11. Imagination and creative thinking comes first, language and grammar is secondary (Moderators will help you on this behalf)
  12. Give it a Try… mebbe…

You can send in your contributions to on or before the day mentioned as last date for submission.

Please make a note that this is no contest or competition. Every person participating in this initiative are equal contributory to this effort and to maintain this idea we call your participation as “contribution” and not “entries”.

The theme for the coming week is 


Please make sure that you send in your contributions by 12th July 2013 i.e. next Friday.

Looking forward to your contributions. Believe me you definitely can….

Check out the previous Micro Fiction Collection here:-


she was lonely…
somewhere deep inside she was completely lonely…
with just his memories…
she sat in the corner…
hugging her knees…
her head rested on the knees…
and then she closed her eyes and let the tears flow…
and she let them flow without intending to stop them…
she had them holed up for long…
today there was no shoulder to cry on…
no friend to hug her…
it was just herself, her raw tears and her heart beating without any rhythm…
no one in the entire world had a clue…
she kept crying…
the wall that she had built collapsed…
she had collapsed…

Hugs – Jaadu ki Jhappi

What she held was her life. She was holding her world. With her eyes closed, her head rested on his shoulders and her arms around his neck, she was in that realm where the only thing that mattered was the closeness, was that hug.

The TV was on in the background and the weatherman in the news channel was going on droning in his usual robotic monotone. How she wished she could shut him up. In fact it wasn’t so tough. All she needed to do was pick up the remote control kept nearby and push the mute button. But she didn’t want to let go off that moment. She didn’t want to let go off that hug. And she let the weatherman drone, while she drifted to her tranquility.

Whenever she hugged him, she somehow felt complete. She forgot her pains and her agony she had ever felt. She felt relieved. She felt healed. The hug had become her medicine. A daily dosage which was so necessary that lack of it made her restless and anxious. She was afraid of being a clingy type but then that hug was the only sunshine of her life. That was the moment she waited for the most. To hold him… To embrace him… To listen to his heartbeat go fast when she put her ear to it… To hold him… Her world… Her life…


Hugs… I feel are the best gift, you can ever give and receive  There lies enormous power in this simple gesture. There is so much that we can convey through hugs. Love, compassion, sympathy, happiness, joy and a myriad of emotions that can be expressed through just one hug. Amazing isn’t it ? It is often said that a picture is worth a thousand words. I think a hug is worth a million words. When words fail, hugs come to our rescue.

A hug is almost like feeling the existence of a soul which is so dear to you. It gives so much of warmth that it can be felt even through distances… Yes… Believe me you can. Just type the word *hugs* and send it to someone and I can bet the person on the other end will definitely  experience a moment of bliss and smile even if it may not last long.

Hugs really are magical. When scared, unsure, tensed they provide us with an assurance, a relief, a calmness and soothe which is unbeatable. I hug my mom whenever I feel scared and I don’t know from where I automatically get the power and strength to face the most difficult and toughest of challenges. I remember I hugged my best friend and cried to my heart when I was at life’s all time low. It did wonders. Imagine hugging your mom, so much of love, so much care. Imagine hugging your dad, for girls its like a safe cocoon and for guys it is filled with that pride and confidence that he has on you. Imagine hugging your best friend after ages, its like coming home, you almost relive all the beautiful memories in matter of few seconds. And then there is the hug which you receive from that special one. Well… Just imagine it… And the feelings are yours and yours alone to be relished. I leave you at that. And when no one is around… just hug your pillow. 

I am sure… even though mentally… but living these moments would have made you smile. Hugs and smiles and happy tears are the best combination. Whenever all three happen simultaneously, be sure you are living one of the best moments of your life. Now that you know it, next time it happens be sure to live it to the hilt. Hug as if its your last moment and just experience the burst of happiness inside you and just feel it…
PS: Put your right hand on your left shoulder, put your left hand on your right shoulder… here you just received a hug from me. So next time you feel low please do so.

What describes #JaaduKiJhappi the best :-
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