Wednesday, September 7, 2016


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"Sir Shine! Shoe Shine! Sir, make your shoes brand new in few minutes" pleaded a kid barely 12 years old to the man in the suit

He looked at the kid irritatingly and then looked at his shoes, they did looked like they needed a shine, "Such a dirty place" he muttered

"Ok! Ok!" he said

The kid lit up and placed his platform below so sir can put his foot there, and he started on the shoes, he wiped them with a cloth and applied wax and rubbed and then rubbed some more first with brush and then with another cloth.

Within five minutes sir's shoes were shining bright.

"Oye! see one spot is remaining fix that too." Sir pointed

"Ok sir." was all the kid said that corrected the issue

"How much?" asked sir

"Sir only Rs. 20/-" said the hopeful

"What! are you trying to scam me, look at you asking me Rs 20 for a quick cloth swipe, here keep this 10 and go away" Sir ji shouted

Kid's face fell and he moved ahead to shine few more shoes

Sirji was a fairly famous man, and he made his way towards the conference hall where he was supposed to speak about the steps he took to help poor kids and making sure that they didn't work and attended school.

Sir was a social worker and a above all a hypocrite and the flash lights were shining bright on his as he entered the hall.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

News from the Future

Agency: 14 July 2516 - The HOTTEST New Dish in town

A new dish has everyone rushing to this hot new destination but alas! most go in vain as the owner only serve the dish to cricketers and that too only visiting teams who visit Jamaica in West Indies. After all the restaurant is called Gayle's is managed by Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grand son of Jamaican cricketer Chris Gayle.

The dish is called "Juvenile male thrubs in curry" this tasty dish has International crickets from across the world pushing their boards for a tour to West Indies and as well as thanking their stars to be playing cricket in this age where most of the other games are played by the robots.

We spoke with Gayle's owner Thomas Gayle IV who told us that the dish uses only the male juvenile thrubs as the female juvenile thrubs are not at all eatable and they are ultimately used to reproduction so that the males can be used for food. Females give birth to about 5000 larvaes at a time and out of which about 90% are male. Only juveniles can be used for food as the adult males are also inedible due to high salt content in their body, as they grow they accumulate salt in their bodies. Females as we all know are slimy to begin with and grow to be jelly like.

This  species crash landed on our earth aboard a small asteroid which crashed near West Indies and soon they made the West Indies their home and the world got their new favorite meal.

This starts hopefully my new feature called "News from the Future" though which I am trying to bring my imagination to a new era:

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Story of Love

It was born to love, it gave and gave for love but still it was devoid of love.

It was born for love, it's destiny was to love but it gave and it was short of love.

It was thirsty for love and it's lover came to it with full force and took all the love.

It was big and shiny and it's lover was endless and all around there was love.

It was the original love story and it was the story of love.

It was a poem about love and it was the story of love.

They met if love and they parted in love.

It was a boulder and it's lover was the ocean.

Note - I tried to write a story and it turned out like a poem so let's call it a lyrical story and of course it's not the first one. Nothing is original because everything original has been already done by someone else.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Special Agent Dhruv

Dhruv was only five years old so as you may guess, he was only a kid. But he was super smart.

Dhruv was super active and was studying in the first class.

It was another cold night and everybody was asleep in their bedrooms.

Suddenly Dhruv was woken up due to some sound from the hall downstairs.

Dhruv silently moved to his parents bedroom but they were asleep, he tried to wake them up but to no avail.

Dhruv didn't panic and instead looked for his dad's mobile and quickly picked it and dialed 100 and talked quietly and quickly to the police officer on the line.

Within 10 minutes the police vehicle was outside their house and police officers covered the house, and entered the house to find 4 thieves in the hall trying to find valuables.

They were quickly picked by police and sent to police station, Inspector Rahul Makhija walked to the upstair rooms and spoke with Dhruv, who thanked the Inspector and told  him that his parents were not responding.

Rahul quickly moved to the bedroom to check the parents but they were only unconcious.

Rahul went downstairs and spoke with the thieves, they had sprayed chloroform through the second floor room ventilation.

Soon Dhruv's parents gained consciousness and when they learned about the bravery and intelligence of Dhruv they hugged him and thanked Inspector Makhija.

Next day Newspapers were full with the praises of Dhruv and details on the incident. India's Republic Day had to be celebrated next month and Dhruv's name was nominated for the bravery award.

On the 26th of January Dhruv was presented with the bravery award by the President of India while everyone clapped, his parents sat in the front row with all the other proud parents.

Later President called all the brave kids to a dinner at the President's house and he formally inducted all of them in a latest initiative the Kids Angels who were going to be the new face of intelligence and Secret Service in Country.

Plain old Dhruv was now Special Agent Dhruv and thus his new life began.

Friday, May 13, 2016

That Call

Rama was happily married to her husband Captain Sarabjit Singh who was in Army and posted in Jammu & Kashmir. She wasn't in J&K but rather stayed with her In-Laws in Punjab due to the unrest in the valley. Whenever Sarabjit came back to home her days were full of delirious happiness. And when he was away she would feel dread because she missed him and was always worried for him.

And then calamity struck, Rama was an Army wife so she understood that something was wrong as soon as she saw two officers on her door. She asked them in with tears in her eyes. She was informed that her husband was missing after a terror attack and was presumed dead. As soon as she heard this she broke down and the entire house was covered in a darkness which covered everything in melancholy. After few days they received the official letter of martyrdom of Captain.

Although Rama was a widow now she still had future to look up to as she was pregnant with Sarabjit's child he couldn't hear the good news before he bid goodbye to the world. Soon the time passed and though the pain never disappeared it ebbed enough to bring occasion smiles her lips. Few months later Rama gave birth to a baby girl that was the day she cried after a long time because she knew that this would have been happiest day of Sarabjit's life but instead he was no longer part of their life.

Few years passed and Rama got busy taking care of her baby and her in-laws. Rama had started working in an office and was managing house on her own with the help from the pension received from the Army. Just when everything was going on just fine, the phone rang and changed everything again. She was busy in office when her mobile rang, she didn't identify the number but answered none the less the voice on the other end was rough and low but she would identify that voice among millions of voices. Her Sarabjit was back. During the attack Sarabjit was captured by Pakistani military and held as a POW without informing Indian Government and Army about him. 

Sarabjit bid his time when everything was right he broke out of his prison and crossed the LOC and reported at his battalion there were only the words of happiness from Kashmir to Kanyakumari as the News of the return of India's Son spread in the TV channels. And soon Sarabjit was united with his wife, angel of a daughter and his parents.

Rama's life was full of happiness once again and she thanked her stars every day and night for getting her life back with that call.

Note:- This post has been possible due to the following topic suggested by Prakash B Hegade for Indispire by

Topic - Just when everything started looking fine, the phone rings.. [Build a story] #TringTring

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Office Office

He reached office right on time, and sat on his desk as usual. He checked his email and checked the data and get on with his work. He had to create some reports so he was busy in them. He got a ping from his manager.
He entered his manager's cabin after few minutes. Manager was cross with him and furious with team about an email sent by an irate customer who wasn't at all happy with the work which was done for him. He patiently listen to his manager and gave short answers.
He got out from the cabin and sent an email to his team, there would be a meeting in about an hour's time. Till the meeting it was the work as usual, at the time of the meeting, entire team moved to the meeting room. He was already waiting for them there.
He told them about the mail from the customer and gave them a piece of his mind as well. He shouted a bit and asked some questions, his team mumbled through their answers. Then it was just a general round of useless tasks and some pats on the backs, some words of encouragement and positive work and all. Everybody came out of the training room smiling and some with sad faces and continued their work.
What else could he do? He was a manager too. What he got he promptly gave to his team as well. Office as usual.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

The Cloth

Sameer bought a new shiny bike and it was his darling. It looked lovely in Blue and Black. Sameer loved his bike and wanted to always keep it clean and shiny.

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Sameer had kept a cloth with his bike which he used to clean his bike, one day it disappeared.

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Sameer bought a new shiny cloth to clean his lovely bike, this time it disappeared in 1 day flat, Sameer was dejected.

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Sameer thought that because the cloth was fancy yellow lint free cloth that's why it disappeared so quickly, this time he picked a dirty old vest and it stayed with his bike for few days but eventually it disappeared as well. 
Sameer wasn't going to leave his bike dirty like that this time he picked his dirty old brief (Chaddi) and used that to clean his bike.

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This did the trick but after few months some brave soul nicked that too.

Sameer again picked an old brief but it's stay with bike was also brief and it promptly disappeared the first day as well.
Sameer pretty much said "Fuck It!!!!" and forgot all about keeping a cloth with the bike. That's impossible in our great India.

Now Sameer keeps the cloth safe inside his home and cleans the before leaving from home and now use cloth from other bikes to clean his bike in office but he always remembers to return the cloth to the bike and also to wash his hands after the ordeal.

When you are riding a bike the cloth becomes a revered item because there are too many Sameers who have all lost faith in humanity as they have lost their dirtiest of clothes are also stolen from their bikes.

Note - Apologies to all the picture owners for picking the pics without permission but I have tried to give credit wherever possible. Sorry in Advance.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016


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Today was something different, this started with the beautiful weather with clouds and cool wind. It had even rained for a bit which further spread the wonderful smell of earth.

He stirred and seeked her ... she was still asleep, but not completely.

He rolled over and covered her with his body and smelled her hair.

He moved his hand over her flawless body which was radiating under the morning sun rays which were streaming through the window.

She opened her eyes a little purred a little "Good Morning" and closed her eyes again and moaned as his hands kept on playing with her body.
She turned and their lips found each other and shared a long passionate kiss so begin their day.

He showered her with kisses and she giggled as she was tickled. Things were getting hotter by the seconds and as clock ticked and he licked so their passion kept on rising.

While their lips were busy kissing their hands were busy exploring all the familiar parts of their lover's body.

Soon they shed what ever little cloths they were wearing as part of their night wear and they were rolling all over the bed making mess of the bedsheet. 

They rolled away from each other to the different ends of the bed and appreciatively looked at each other's bodies of course she was fitter than him but he was not bad looking at all.

And then they rolled towards each other and met each other like two tornadoes meeting and the passion erupted like a volcano.

They caressed and kissed each other everywhere on the body, they twisted and they turned and then they were 6 & 9 to form 69 they sucked and they licked,

They moved again and she got on top of him and rode him and then he pushed her down and took her from behind. Both were moaning with pleasure and calling each other's name.

Now she was below him and he was thrusting fast and slow and she was moving her body with the rhythm. He increased his speed as he neared the release and as he reached his orgasm they both held each other tightly and rocked slowly.

He withdrew and then seeing that she hadn't come yet started licking and kissing her once again and within moments she was again shouting with pleasure and soon she shivered and lay there panting. Both were spent and wet with sweat but they were content and happy and their passion was alive.

She moved closure to him and snuggled with him and both said together

"Happy Anniversary, My Love"

Note:- So as promised here's is something way different then my normal stories. So I attempted to write an erotica short story hopefully it didn't get too vulgar and sufficiently sensual. So away from the hold of morbid and in the arms of Passion.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Blank Page

He sat staring at the screen, word processor was open on his laptop but the page was blank.

Along with the page, his mind was empty as well.

He wanted to write something but nothing came to his mind.

He sat still with his hands on the keyboard, but his fingers would not move.

He wanted to achieve something, wanted to write something anything, but.

His mental block was such that not even a single word would come to the front of this mind.

His frustration was increasing by the minute, he came close to throwing laptop hard at the wall.

But we reined in his emotions and took a deep breath.

He thought to the last day and tried to remember something which would goad him to write something, anything.

Suddenly he remembered her, saw her perfectly like she was still standing right in front of him.

His fingers moved on the keyboard - "I saw an angel in the market yesterday"

She was an angel and her beauty mesmerized him, she was breathtaking in every sense of the word.

She stood basking in the sun light glistening under the sun rays, he took a step towards her.

And she was blown to pieces by the blast and he was thrown back by the shock wave.

She was an angel and God called her back to him, he deleted the lines from the screen.

He sat staring at the blank page on the screen while the tears dropped from his eyes.

Note - Hopefully his days will get better and my stories too :) ;) I know my stories may be macabre most of the times but you know how it is you write what comes to your mind. Hopefully some bright stories may be brewing in my mind somewhere.

Monday, March 28, 2016

Kohli and Dhoni

I know a magician his name is Virat Kohli.
He plays with a wizard called MS Dhoni.
Dhoni is without doubt a miracle man.
But when it comes to chases Kohli's your man.
No matter the ground Edellaide, Lord's, Ranchi or Mohali.
Bring on the world, ready is India, Dhoni and Kohli.
One is a run reaper another wicket keeper.
Indian team is wonderful world beater.
Kuch bhi kar dein, Anhoni ko kar de honi.
Jab saath aa jayein Kohli aur Dhoni.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016


He rushed to the office on his bike like every day.

He rushed to the lift and then waited patiently for the lift to arrive and take him to his office on 27th floor.

He waited for the work and then when the work came it came in a burst.

He worked all day taking a 15 minutes break here and then a 30 minutes break to eat something.

He got back and called a customer, the call got longer and longer.

Soon it was way over his out time, but he could not do anything, smiled and continued on the call.

Now it was 3 hours past his scheduled close time.

He smiled to himself it was yet another day in the office.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Lazy Day

He woke up with an intense pain in his lower abdomen.

He didn't want to wake and it was bitterly cold winter and he would much rather stay in his warm blanket but the pain was too much.

He feared that if he didn't move now he would wet the bed.

After all it was pain due to Nature's call time.

He got out of the bed, a shiver ran down his entire body.

Jumping due to the pressure, he slowly made his way to the washroom.

Finally he relieved himself and took a sigh of relief. Now that was relief, he felt like all his tensions were gone down the drain along with his pee.

He flushed and walked out of the small washroom.

He had entire day in front of him, he could go to a movie, read a book, watch some TV or go for a walk.

But then he decided that the day was indeed cold.

He slowly walked towards his bed, got inside the blanket and promptly went back to sleep. He had a dream to continue.

It was a very lazy day after all.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016


"I can be your Hero, Baby!!!" Sang Enrique Iglesias through the speakers, while I shaved.

 It was a chilly morning in January, Gurgaon.

suddenly I sensed movement behind me and saw a glimpse in the mirror. I bent down as a hand holding a knife went over where my neck would have been.

A strange man was inside my house and was trying to kill me. Now I am not a fit man not at all but I am heavy and I can inflict damage. Actually the last part I learned that day.

All the action movies and self defense sessions I watched on Discovery and National Geographic channels suddenly came rushing to me like I was Neo from Matrix movies.

My assailant had recovered and was coming with his second blow, I held his hand and helped it along to him abdomen. His grip on the knife became lose and I grabbed it and attacked the thief (may be he was a thief maybe not but he tried to kill me) with quick jabs on different body parts till the assailant was dead.

I quickly but silently moved inside the house where the song was still playing which helped mask my footsteps. I feared that there may be other thieves still in the house. My fears became real when I saw another man standing over my wife's body I couldn't see any blood so it looked like she was still alive for now. I crept behind the other man and in a quick motion slit his throat now my wife's body was bathed in blood but thankfully still it wasn't hers. I quickly checked my wife's wrist and heartbeat to ensure she was still with me. (Thankfully she was only knocked down)

Next on the list was the room where my parents were sleeping. The door was ajar and little light was slipping in the room through the curtains. They looked to be sleeping peacefully but as I entered the room a hand grabbed me from behind and pulled me out of the room. I twisted but couldn't free myself the grip of the hand was very strong. Then I remembered I was still holding the bloody knife. I slashed it at the third man's hand and he finally released me I turned and swiped the knife at the man's stomach and connected and it was the most disgusting thing I ever saw as blood and intestine came rushing down the wound and the next second the man crashed down dead (Of Course!).

I could hear crying of my little girl but couldn't see her anywhere. I ran to next room but she wasn't there. Only place to go I ran to the roof and he was there holding my life with one hand and also a gun in his other hand. He warned me but I was beyond the threats and my heart was pumping with one smooth action I threw the knife and it found it's mark as it buried itself in the man's forehead with such force that he dropped back but not before losing a shot which hit me in my arm and then as the last man went down so did I. (I only lost the consciousness, I became too much for me and adrenaline broke me.)

Was I in the heaven? nope, only in the hospital. Turned out the men I had killed were no thieves but terrorists who had picked my house as the perfect hiding spot unfortunately for them I transformed into an action hero just at the right time for me and my family and the worst time for them. I was hailed as a Hero in the media and I was also awarded many trophies as photo op with various political leaders and I became a minor celebrity for 15 minutes but All I was trying to do was stay alive so that I can ensure my family's well being.

I was thankful to enjoy one more evening with my family and the song kept on playing softly in the background:-

I can be your hero.
I can kiss away the pain.
And I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.

P.S. - Well the inspiration of the story wasn't the song, the story came first to my mind the song in the background came later. Hopefully you would like my effort to pen down a slightly longer story and that too an action story which I don't think I have tried a lot. In short hopefully you would like my effort and also do provide your suggestion for my improvement so that I keep on giving you stories to read after all I want to be your Story Teller.

Saturday, January 2, 2016

The Traveler

He sat hunched, huddled in himself in the cold dark night. The train was damp, dark and cold, so very cold. As the wind rushed swooping in through every open crevice everybody shivered.

He tried to read a book for some time but then the lights were turned off and he was forced to doze off but the sleep wouldn't come. How can you sleep when your body doesn't stop shivering.

He barely ate or drank anything he just wanted to reach his destination as soon as possible. He lay there in wait - Cold, hungry and thirsty. 

Finally the train reached his station but he was still away from his destination. He got off at the station and made his way out in the cold night of the month of December. He booked an auto and again sat while cold winds attacked him from all the places but he didn't complain he couldn't.

Finally he reached his destination. He paid up the auto and slowly made his way towards the gate. He went up the stairs and rang the bell. The door flew open and then there were smiles are around. He hugged and laughed after a long time. He was finally home.  

P.S. - Wish you a very Happy New Year. Hopefully in the new year I would be much more regular with my posts.