Monday, August 31, 2015

Strength

Genre: Drama
Word Count: 466
Rating: Safe!

I stood there watching him. The blood dripped from his nose. His left eye was slightly swollen. His legs curled up and his hands heavily bruised as he protected his body from their kicks. He was losing. But that’s ridiculous, my brother is the strongest, he can’t lose, how could he? There is just no way.

My big brother has always been so much stronger than me. Our father has problems with his legs. Whenever at night he would come home, he would smell funny and he would have trouble standing straight. My brother told me that he had a disease called “drinking”. I feel sorry for dad, but the disease causes him to get angry at us for no reason and start beating us. My brother would come and stop him. My father is strong, his beatings would hurt but my brother is even stronger than him.

My brother is so so strong. He can go without eating for several days, but I can hardly go a day without eating. He can transfer a ton of bricks on his head from ground floor to fourth and then at night he would still have enough strength to pull a cart filled with heavy things all on his own. He could pull the cart even when I would sit on the cart, he is so much stronger.

My brother is so strong that adults come to our house to talk to him. They don’t even talk to our father. They always talk about taking things, giving money. I don’t really understand all that, but adults are talking to you, then doesn’t that mean my brother is as strong as an adult?

Then, how? How can he be beaten like this? I just scratched their car a little bit. I didn’t mean to. But they are beating my brother for it. My brother is so strong, why doesn’t he fight back? And as these thoughts swamped and swirled in my head, I found myself standing in between the two tall guys and my brother,

“Ae buddhu! Galti apun ki thi, bhai ko kyun maar rela hain? Apun se baat kar na jo bhi karna hain!” (“You idiot! It was my fault, why are you beating my brother? Talk to me, whatever it is”)
“Oye chutku, chal kat le yahan se” (“You little runt, get out of here!”)
“Apun kahin nahi jayega, jo ukhaad na hain ukhaad le” (“I am not going anywhere, do what you can”)

As the two guys walked away visibly frustrated, I turned around and looked at my brother angrily,

“Do fatka kahe ko nai diya?” (“Why didn’t you just beat them?”)
“Arre woh sambhaal nahi pate re” (“They couldn’t have handled my beating”)

Then he just smiled and messed up my hair. I knew it, he is so strong. I will grow up to be strong just like my brother.

Look Who's Talking : An Anthology

Genre: Mixed
Word Count: ~1300 words
Rating: PG13

Story 1

I am waiting for my girlfriend. She is late and I am worried out of my mind. We met a year ago at the funeral of my previous girlfriend. She has been a rock that supported me through a very tough time and I cannot stand the thought of any harm coming to her.

My previous girlfriend was such a support too. When I used to be down, she will try to cheer me up. Her gentle smile would brighten my day. Her eyes would make my heart flutter. A single kiss from her gentle lips would make any pain go away. I remember the warmth of her bosoms as she would hug me when I would get upset. I could still smell the strange intoxicating smell of her hair whenever I close my eyes. The touch of her hands would convey the gentleness in her heart. She meant everything to me, but did I meant everything to her? I wanted to find out. So, one day I disguised myself and strangled her from the back. The sound of her screaming my name for help, still deeply resonates within my heart. And I could see that even in her dying moments, all she wanted to do was to see me just once. Oh, how much I wanted to jump in front of her and show my face, but no. I wished that her last love should be me. And as she breathed her last breath, the feeling I felt was indescribable. I wondered if this is what they call - love?!

"Oh sorry, I am late, the traffic took forever to move, I am so sorry!", my girlfriend exclaimed with a slight bow, clutching her earlobes.

"Oh, its OK, I am just glad that you are alright. Waiting for you has made me realize how much I need you in my life!"

Moved by my words, she hugged me tightly. The warmth of her bosoms, the intoxicating smell of her hair - oh she means the world to me, but do I mean everything to her I wonder.

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Story 2

The puff of smoke formed a cloud and then dispersed into nothingness. As I sat there in the smoking section of the restaurant near the glass window, I could not help but blankly stare at the cloud as it dispersed - it conveyed the state of my mind. My editor has asked me to write an article for the Op-Ed section and I am drawing blanks. I lazily peered through the glass window at the outside world like watching an uninspiring crowd of actors on television. Just then my eyes caught hold of a young girl at an intersection. As I looked at her, I don't know what got hold of me, but I took out my note and began to write:

Darkness is defined by the absence of light. And thus, the darkness of a city can only be measured by how much light it lacks. I am not talking about the road lights that light up the road making for a beautiful spectacle when viewed from the sky on an airplane, but I am talking about the light in the hearts of its inhabitants - which create some touching moments that go viral on youtube reminding everyone to touch base with their humanity once in a while. I witnessed a young girl barely of 12-13, standing at the intersection of a road. Her clothes were tattered and through the holes in her dress, the bruises on her body peeked out as if they were shy to show the abuse this young body has suffered. The shyness of those bruises being even more evident from her body language, as she tried to hide the holes in her dress and stood their squirming, trying hard not to be noticed. Mind you, this is a very crowded intersection and she was visible to everyone just as she was to me and yet, there was absolute indifference to her state from those around. People walking around were either looking at their watch, talking on their phone, browsing on their phone or simply having fun with their friends. Their attention was too absorbed in themselves to care for another. But then, this is not just the story of that young girl, but thousands of other children, who in an overpopulated country with finite resources were simply unfortunate to have been born at the wrong place, at the wrong time or ...


Just then, a sedan stopped at the intersection. The glass was tinted and the driver invisible. A shady looking man creeped up behind the girl and money exchanged hands between the driver and the man. After which, the girl got into the car and they drove off.

... or simply unfortunate to have been born. For those born in darkness and never to have known light, how would they even know what they must seek? Will the girl ever find her hero, get on a horse and ride into the sun? For she is now used to finding a stranger, getting into a car and ride into the darkness.


With the subject matter of my article having left the scene, I decided to call my editor and ask for an extension of the deadline for the opinion piece. Then I turned away from the glass window and towards the food that had just arrived, and the whole event that happened apriori just tuned out of my head as if I had just turned off the television set.

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Story 3

Yulin is a small prefecture in the Guangxi region of China. Searching on the internet leads to some interesting information about this prefecture. It is rich in natural resources especially iron and gemstones. It also has many mineral hot springs. But apart from this, it is not really well known for much else. That is, until I came to know about the Yulin Dog Meat Festival. When I read about this festival, I could not believe what I was reading. This festival is celebrated in the summer solstice in June by eating dog meat. It is estimated that roughly 10000 dogs are eaten during the 10 days of festival. The localites believe eating dog meat wards off the heat of the summer months. I did a quick internet search to confirm some of these reports. This was abomination. How could anyone eat dogs?

I immediately sat down on my computer and started an online petition against this festival at change.org. I had found a youtube video where a chinese man caught a roadside dog in preparation of this festival. I thought it was imperative that people see such videos and attached the video along with the petition. Soon enough, the petition went viral and thousands and thousands began signing and voicing their dissent against the festival on the internet. I also wrote a blog about the same and ensured that it got views by hotlinking it on facebook and twitter.

In a few days, the issue caught enough attention of the world, so that millions of people joined me in my protest against the festival. My faith in humanity was restored. To see people eagerly joining me - a lonely voice on the internet was a humbling and yet a powerful experience. I laid back wondering how much the internet has empowered individuals to make a difference in this world.

Then, I went on thedailyshow.com. I watched Jon Stewart making a mockery of Chris Christie for supporting a bill which allows pig breeders to continue breeding pigs in tiny crates. This animal cruelty enraged me and it was suffocating. I went outside to get some air and as I walked by a Burger King, I decided to get something to eat.

"Good day Sir, how may I help you?", asked the person at the counter.

"Good day to you too", I smiled, "Umm, can I have a pork sandwich please?".

As I sat eating the sandwich, the thoughts of all that happened in relation to the Yulin Dog Meat Festival came flooding and I started feeling a little better about the world again.

Simulation Hypothesis

Genre: Science Fiction
Word Count: ~2400

The analog clock alarm rings for no one but an empty room. It's ringing is magnified by the resounding silence - and not just that of an empty room but of the entire world. Just then, one can hear the thumping footsteps of a man who coomes into the room, stops the alarm. Then, emptily stares at the dial which showed the hour hand on 7 and the minute hand on 6. Who needs an alarm in this world - is a question he never asks. For him, it is a routine he simply follows. Little did he realize that today, 6 years after that incident, he is going to come to terms with the reality of the world and he was going to begin a journey he never imagined.

Bid Dable was an inventory manager at a local warehouse. He was 31 years old and had been working as the inventory manager for the last 10 years. And every day of those 10 years have been the same - waking up at 7.30 in the morning, getting ready and checking in to the warehouse by 8.30, work until 8.00 in the evening, go to a mall and get some pre-cooked food, heat it in an oven and consume it, then go to sleep at 10.00. During holidays, he would never get out of the house, except to get some food. For the rest of the time, well, he worked as a carpenter. Nothing fancy, just some stools, teapoys, simple chairs etc. Something he knew he could make in a few hours. His customers were charged for the actual wood purchases, but his own work charges were quite small compared to professional carpenters. So, he used to get quite a few orders on a regular basis. He had assigned a small portion of his house as wood work-station and worked on these small jobs during the day, ensuring the neighbours are not disturbed during the night. He would also commit only to as many orders as he knows he can finish during weekend or holidays. Although, some of them did not mind delays because his workman cost was quite cheap. And thus every day of his life when he woke up and until he slept, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

And then it happened. It was 6 years ago from today. Bid was checking inventory in the warehouse as usual. There was a loud thunder, the earth shook and even some shrieks were heard. He surmised that it was probably a co-occurrence of earthquake and a thunderstorm or he would have, if he cared about what just happened. He cared more for the boxes that fell out of the shelves and thus, his next step was to place them back where they were. Soon, it was 8 in the evening and he was about to leave the warehouse, he saw nobody, none of his co-workers were around, the manager wasn't around. He checked that their cars were still parked. A normal man would have been intrigued as to what happened, but for Bid, these were things he need not bother with. He simply took his car and left for the mall. He took his usual pre-cooked food, and waited at the counter for someone to appear but no one was to be seen. No one, as in, not the cashier, and not even people who usually frequented the mall were to be seen. He waited for a while, but then he simply placed the required cash amount on the counter with a note and left. This continued for the next few days, no people were seen around but he continued to live on as if that did not matter to him. The first weekend after the incident arrived and he finished some of the orders that were left over but no one came to pick them up and pay for it. The next week, continued in the same vein, he carried along his routine at work. Until the second weekend, he had no carpentry orders. For the first time in the last 10 years, he did not know what to do. He sat on the sofa, then tried to sleep, but nothing worked for him. He got up, put on his work clothes and went to the warehouse - it was OPEN! He simply went inside and began to work as if it was just another week day and this continued for the next 6 years. In all this time, he never questioned how he was able to find food at mall and never got over or how he never had to fill the gas tank of his car. These things were irrelevant, as long as he knew what he had to do.

On one night when Bid was going to the mall in the evening as usual. Suddenly a wall of liquid appeared in front of him, which forced him to suddenly brake. He got out of his car - it intrigued him. He went closer to the wall and started examining it. It was oval shaped, it was not too wide, but it was not too thin either. He felt as if he could walk through this wall quite comfortably if he so desired. As he continued to examine it, the liquid suddenly shimmered and showed the road behind the wall. There were people, he could see people. People who were not there if he looked around the wall, but he could see them through the wall. He instinctively approached the wall, but then it disappeared and another man came flying from just behind the wall to hit Bid.

Both men were hurting from that impact. The man quickly got up and offered his hand to help Bid get up.

"Are you alright?" the man asked Bid. Bid shook his head in affirmative.

"Good." The man said and quickly took out his phone and started entering something into it. Bid just stood there staring at him. He had not seen another human being in the last 6 years and now that he has seen one, he has no idea how he is feeling. The man caught Bid staring at him and suddenly started,

"Oh sorry, where are my manners? I am Wate, Adick Wate. I am a computer scientist specializing in prediction models." Wate then took a quick look at Bid and claimed, "Well dressed, neatly shaved and how did you manage to cut your hair? Anyways, you seem to be doing lot better than most people I have come across."

"I am Bid, Bid Dable. Ah, I work in inventory management. Do you mean to say that there are others?" asked Bid.

"Hmm, yes, why? you haven't come across any?"

Bid shook his head in negation.

"That may not be such a surprise, it may not be that many people but the way things are going, you might see a whole lot more in this area and to be honest, that may not be such a good thing." said Wate as he continued to fiddle with his phone.

"What do you mean?"

"Few people, and nearly abundant resources. It is a situation almost out of a fantasy book where a man is consumed by his thirst for power. And such is case right now. They talk about recreating the entire human kind with themselves as its leader. But of course there are many with similar ideas and they all claim that they have been chosen by God and this world has been given to them as their reward or some nonsense like that."

"They are fighting?" asked Bid, almost surprised.

"Oh yes, there are small skirmishes between different factions happening right now as we speak."

"You look unconcerned."

Wate was taken aback, "You speak without holding back, don't you?"

"I am sorry."

"No, apologies are unnecessary. It is true. Because I believe this is not our world at all and that gaining power is just idiotic." then Wate looked at Bid and asked him pointedly, "Did you see through the portal?"

Bid looked back confused, "Portal?"

"The wall of liquid like material that was in front of you. Did you see through the wall of liquid?"

Bid shook his head in affirmative.

"Did you see people through the wall?"

And then the images of people walking by, cars honking on the road flashed through his head and his almost instinctive unexplainable reaction to touch the wall resurged again.

"I knew it, your expression says it all. Its a shame you didn't try to go through the wall"

"Why?"

"You would have been back to our world by now, if you had", Wate was excited as he said this.

"Our world? Then what is this place?" enquired Bid. There was a certain enthusiasm in his voice that he had never experienced before.

"You are asking a difficult question. Initially, I thought it was some strange abduction experiment, corporation conspiracy, government conspiracy, but over the years even though I haven't had clear evidence one way or the other, I have a strong belief in the following answer -" Wate looked at Bid as he came to this point. "You will call me crazy, if I tell you this."

"No, I would consider your answer seriously. Whether I would believe it or not is something I can't say, but I would consider it seriously."

Wate felt a sense of gratitude towards Bid. "There is a hypothesis in philosophy known as Simulation Hypothesis. In 2003, Swedish philosopher Nick Bostrom claimed that our universe could be simply a simulation in some giant computer."

"What does that have to do with this world?" asked Bid.

"Well, that is the basis and everything I tell you now is just my speculation." Wate looked at Bid again, but Bid's eyes were serious and paying complete attention. "Have you worked with computers Bid?" he continued.

"Yes, at work."

"Good, if you have some important document and your computer is behaving strangely, then what do you do?"

"I just take a back up."

"Exactly! This world, haha no the entire universe, my friend, might just be a backup!"

Bid considered this carefully and answered, "but why do you think that?"

"How else can you explain the things that happen around you? The food you use is automatically replenished and it is exactly the same as before. You use that car right? I am sure you haven't refilled your gas tank in all these years. Why do you think that is the case?" and as Wate continued Bid recalled all the events, his daily routine, things he saw but did not think about and slowly realized how bizarre world the was.

"And what's more things that get broken, gets fixed automatically."

"What?" Bid got up almost startled.

"Don't tell me you haven't broken anything in the past 6 years? Seriously?" Wate took out a new notebook and tore a page from it and Bid saw, that in front of his eyes, the page was being restored, as Wate still held the torn page in his hands.

"This is amazing!"

"You know what the messed up part in all this is - the same rules don't apply to us. If the same rules applied to us, we should not be aging or our wounds should heal", then Wate pointed to the small wrinkles on his face and several bandages on his body. "If God were behind all this, He certainly thought that our accomplishments were more important than us. We are not wanted by this world! We are the pariahs, the Others of this world! In fact, I believe we shouldn't have been here in the first place. And I believe that the strange behaviour of the 'giant computer' that created this backup must have had some problems which pulled us into this universe and that very same behaviour is also creating these walls of liquid that you saw and I believe they are a way back to our world."

"That's", Bid looked a little uncertain as he said this, "a little far-fetched, don't you think?" He looked at Wate, hoping that he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"True. But I have to get back and I will take any explanation that allows me to get back to where I was 6 years ago."

In the last 6 years, Bid never wished for anything, he went about his routine as if that's all that mattered to him, but right now seeing this man in front of him striving hard for the past 6 years to get back to whatever it was he had, stirred something within him. "Where are these portals created? I had never seen this wall of liquid around these parts before."

"They are almost random. But I have been tracking them for a long time and I have built a prediction model on my phone that helps me predict where the next portal will appear. Good thing, its batter power does not go down, but a phone is slower than a computer, but with none of the power stations running, it will be difficult to use anything with electrical input."

"Look. I don't know how much I can accept the whole - universe is a simulation thing. But I do know what I saw and I did see people on the other side of the wall. And if possible, I would like to help ... "

"That is fantastic!" Wate held Bid by his shoulder. "That would be great, if there is one more person looking for the portal, it would help reduce the time it takes for me to find them. If you have something that you would like to take with you, please do so right now. It will be a few hours before my model can predict the next location. But as soon as it does so, I would like to leave without delay."

Bid went back to his home, as Wate sat in his car near his apartment building. Bid looked around his house. He looked around for things that he would like to take. Finally, he just took his analog alarm clock and his carpentry toolbox with him. He bid adieu to his house and left with Wate on a journey to find their way back.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Flea Market


Struggling for the next meal,
a cheap ring can speak volumes,
to a maiden's heart in the
intimate silence that follows.

And that stuttering table fan,
can feel lavish to the young ones,
as it bellows cool wind, from the
corner of a damp cracked wall.

An old man buys a tall-case,
in remembrance of his father;
vows to protect it - a penance?
Is there a sad back story I wonder?

I walk around the flea market,
a place where people purchase,
old items for less; or maybe
items trade old memories for new?

T-suki


A world with moon,
and one without,
is sometimes merely,
a cloud away.

And yet, within my heart,
the world with you,
is miles apart.

All I desire is the courage,
to reach out to you,
or must I simply wait,
for the cloud to pass by?