Saturday, June 5, 2010

Hidden 5

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My First stab at Fiction-55 will try to remain in limit

He was hidden from their view. Suddenly a lizard ran over his hand but he stifled his shout, he was very brave despite only being 10 years old. We was hungry and thirsty but he was sure that he will not be caught again come what may. He was hiding from Child-Beggar Gang.


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P.S. - Once again Fictional. Its my first try at Fiction-55 so your support and suggestions are requested.

Hidden 4

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He was greedy .. very greedy indeed. Anyone who met Ajay Jauhari will attest to the fact that he was the greediest person they ever met. Tell me yourself the person who is already a millionaire and still look for every possible way to get some more, what would you call him?

Ajay had no intention of sharing his wealth with the poorer people in the country via charity, but he does try new scams every now and then to get his hand on some more money. He crossed the limit when after Tsunami he setup up a national relief fund in the name of helping people. As every person in the world was trying to help unfortunate people caught in Tsunami. They collected Rs. 20 Crores  in the relief fund but instead of giving the money to the people for whom it was intended he vanished with the money.

Ajay also repeated this scheme every time there was some tragedy any where in the world, and collected more than $400 Million by this cheat alone.

But of course people didn't know his real face the one ugly face hidden behind his metro-sexual persona. And whoever found out about him and threatened to expose him, he had them killed.

So, like it happens in our world, Bad becomes Worse and Worse becomes Worst but the powerful people just keep on going with their crimes and whoever dare to challenge them are either bought or killed.

Life was going on our Ajay ji were getting richer and richer and our countries needy poor people were getting poorer. It so happened  that, one day when Ajay was on his morning run, he caught a glimpse of a bag hidden behind the garbage can. Ajay waited for some time when no one was near, picked up the bag and he was very happy for it because to check what was inside he did not even need to open the bag because chain was open a little bit and he could see that the bag was full with bundles of Rs 1000 notes.

Ajay quickly changed his direction and started running towards his home he wanted to count his new catch lest it becomes less. Rubbing his hands together he entered his massive banglow's massive gate. went straight to his room and opened the chain. His heart was doing Break-dance on seeing so much free money. he calculated in his mind that there must be around 400 bundles of 1 lakh rs so that made it Rs 4 Crores. Now he was grinning, and why not its not everyday that find money on road and so many foolish people who might have seen it but cowards they must have thought that it may contain bomb or the bag may be empty.

Ajay started to empty the bag to count the money properly. He quickly picked up 20 or so bundles from top, what he saw made his heart stop.. There was a bomb hidden under the note bundles and its timer was showing a time remaining of 4 seconds... before Ajay could think anything else, the bomb detonated with such raw power that it blew Ajay's entire Banglow away, obviously Ajay body was nowhere to be found.

Just due to this its said that greed is very bad and its the root of all evil, and what's hidden should stay hidden because you don't know if you would like what comes out or not.

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P.S. - As always, this is a Fictional story and any resemblance to any person dead or alive is purely co-incidental. Enjoy

Hidden 3

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Prerna was the best student in her Second year class in the college. Everybody was sure that she will be the best face of the college in the outside world which is ruthless corporate world. Like everybody else Prerna was also preparing for CAT so that she can get in B-School of her choice and secure her future. Everything was on the track .. if only for the Hidden signs...

She met Rahul in CAT coaching class, he was this handsome gentleman who always helped everyone. Within month both were in-separable. When Rahul proposed to Prerna she was on the Seventh Cloud of the Seventh Sky. During that time she didn't  use to walk rather she used to fly.

Six Months Later.....

Now whenever Prerna remains awake she just cries, cries and cry some more. She left everything in her love, Family, Future everything for the one person in the whole world whom she trusted every much and loved with all her heart. That Gentleman who had hidden a monster within him.

Signs of that lurking monster were visible four months ago as well but she was blind in love. She ignored those signs thinking that its just stress and she will cure all the stress with her love, and then last month suddenly he asked her to meet him. He wanted to give her some surprise, with a beating heart Prerna went to their favorite place on the top of the small mountain where they used to meet as asked by him.

Her heart was racing due to anticipation of the meeting with her love. When after half an hour he came, but he wasn't alone with him were 4 people who weren't at all looking civilized.

Rahul motioned with his head and all 4 men jumped towards her, she tried to run but couldn't and she felt a handkerchief over her mouth and she lost her consciousness.  When after indefinite time she woke up, she had no sense of days or time elapsed. She frantically looked around her but all she could see was darkness. sometime later in the day someone pushed a plate with something to eat in her room, since she had no choice after crying for some more time she ate whatever she was provided with.

Days passed on then after many days finally the door was opened .. she tried to run through the door but two men blocked her path. Then a woman came into the room and said to her, "I know you must be afraid and would like to go back to your home. But remember this is your home now, the boy who brought you here, he sold you for 100,000 Rs. now you will have to work here to pay off that amount".

Listening to her sent shivers down her spine. She started crying loudly, but the lady did not shout on her but rather went to her and consoled her and said "Look, I know that you must be devastated and might not know, what to do. But, Beta can you do, these Wolf in sheep's clothing are impossible to find and identify, because they remain hidden among common people, until they decide to strike."

Prerna was still crying... Lady... Jaddan Bai was her name said "Beta you will need some more time, take whatever time you need, I don't need your services for some more time."

Prerna kept on crying everyday for next two months.. but she was starting to realize that she will have to spend rest of her life here in Mumbai far far away from her home City Delhi.

One Year Later......

Prerna accepted her fate and was servicing her customers with a smile on her face but, but her sorrows were hidden deep inside her heart.


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P.S. - I came to know later that Prerna was rescued from the brothel when an NGO raided it with police, and she completed her education and is now working with the same NGO saving more girls from the horrific fate. Then again as you know its only Fictional. All characters are fictional any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely co-incidental. I just want to say that no girl should go through such horrific experience.

Hidden 2

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Everybody told him that the Castle was dangerous and no one should go there.

But Peter always had a curiosity lingering in the corner of his mind to see for himself, the hidden wonders or secrets or perils or dangers of the castle.

He always thought about the possibilities, on what could be so dangerous that everybody tells him to stay away from there. But Peter was one of a kind, never to be scared of anything or any one. Despite everybody staying away from castle, he always tried to sneak in to the Castle, but there were always guards posted on the entry to stop any one from getting through the door.

The guards were on the duty 24x7 since last two months, when 25 dead people were found just outside the castle. The town went crazy with the news and anticipation and fear. No One knew what or who killed them, the sight was horrific ...

Bodies were everywhere and it was clear that they were killed and not the other way round. There was blood everywhere so it was also clear that they were killed there itself but every town person could swore that they didn't hear anything or anyone that night but how was that possible that 25 people were cut to death and no one means NO ONE made a sound. I mean even the people who were first on scene screamed so loud that people from near by came running to see what happened. On seeing the horrific scene most that fainted right there others were trying to take care of them.

Police was on the scene within an hour and within 4 hours the castle was like a Military Cantonment with troops everywhere.

Till now even after 2 months of the incident news paper carried the news about the incident on the first page.

Two weeks later...

Peter decided that enough was enough and he will go and find out what secret was hidden behind the thick walls of the runes of once grand castle.

Peter tried to persuade Mark and Zack, his best friends to accompany him on this great adventure of their life. Naturally they refused because rightly they were afraid to go anywhere near that castle plus there was the little problem of guards.

They deduced guards were every easy to dodge and they will be across boundary line within minutes to deceiving them.

And to prove every stereotype of horror stories they chose a date and day which is synonym with horror, Friday, the 13th, and they started from their homes after midnight.

As they had prepared they blew some fire crackers in the alley near the castle gate, and as the castle guards went to check the disturbance, Peter along with his friends  passed thought the doors of the castle. They were prepared as they went with flashlights, baseball bats and cameras to click the evidences.

Castle grounds were silent so silent that for one moment Peter's friends pleaded him to go back and never to comeback but peter again convinced them promising them the best adventure of their lives and besides where else would they get another golden opportunity to slip past the guards like this.

The ground was reeking with strange smell of blood, gore and everything mixed together was successfully created the eerie atmosphere. But Peter was peter the bravest of them all, he knew it would take more, much much more to scare him off.

Staying together they tip-toed towards the castle. There was no light anywhere in the castle so once they reached the castle gates they turned on their torches which immediately illuminated the gate with little specks on light, careful as not to alert guards with excessive lighting.

As soon as Peter put his foot on first step they listened to every sound to alert them but nothing. but on third step there was a faint clicking noise which they quickly attributed to the old and loose stone step and moved on but if only they could.

Because although they thought that the stone was loose it wasn't, the sound they heard was of a switch which was hidden under the stone and which in turn activated the hidden security mechanism, and although they were alert before they could react to the sound of 'Whooosh" coming their way they were cut though two places, neck and abdominal by huge hidden swords or blades and within two seconds and before they could make any sounds, in place on Peter and his friends were now three dead bodies, cut away brutally and they never made any sound.

They were the prime examples of the saying that we should leave the hidden secrets hidden,

Next day papers were again abuzz with the stories of the hidden monster of the castle.

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Hidden

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Hmm.. So Friends I thought and thought and thought some more, for the  BOTOM topic Hidden, What a fool I am to think that it will be a easy topic. It's not. It is very tough because the scope is vast and areas to write are unlimited and also the most common idea will always seem like you have seen it somewhere.

So getting that out of way, I though what to post for BOTOM, then it struck to me why shouldn't I share my secrets with you, after all what's better hidden than secrets.

What do I share which will let me get your votes.

What about my truth which is hidden behind my cover of an introvert professional. What I am is a Serial Killer .. There are two dead bodies hidden in my basement.

I kill not out of necessity or any kind of need. I just kill because I like it. I love it and its my life.

It was my secret now listen to yours. Can you match mine?

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P.S. - Remember its just a Fictional account. I am NOT a Serial Killer.