Fiction

she was a philanthropist. Every day she would dole out lunch and dinner to all and sundry who knew about her 'lunger'.she did not differentiate between the high and the low.She remained quite busy and charged the whole day.The expenses incurred by her might have been quite exorbitant. She lived alone in her palatial apartment.It was my intense curiosity to know more about her.I also wanted to have some interaction with her which could help in finding a foothold in social service. Lately i was going through a phase of complete stagnation.My senses had atrophied and i  wanted some stimulus to be up and going. I went to meet her one day.I reached her house and there i was accosted by a battery of her servants and guards. They led me to her. She was about to leave with some high profile ladies. Seeing me she stopped and after knowing that i had come to meet her she retraced her steps and invited me in and told the ladies that she would call them later. I was flattered and followed ...

Ronit's only trick was to praise her land-lady's weird ways and show rapt attention to her morbid tales of how she influenced the fates of all those who surrounded her in a positive way by sending them her positive vibrations.She was mesmerised by her own hallucinations and Ronit showed his rapt wonderment and reverence till he took full hold on her and enjoyed uninterrupted stay in the house. She hardly paid any notice to his dalliances with his numerous girl friends in the house. She was a simpleton for him who could be hoodwinked into believing anything howsoever bizarre or inane.This way years passed and he forgot that he was a mere tenant.                  But then one day as he returned as usual, she called him with those bewitched looks and informed him that he had to vacate. Why? He almost shrieked.Because she had the foreboding that he was under some evil spell which was distracting her positive vi...

Roopa looked at her mother intently. She was quite old, an octogenarian but her demeanour was that of middle aged women. She could feel that her mother always lived superficially.Her eyes had a piquant expression which hankered after establishing her supremacy. This she had been doing during her entire life span.Her convoluted thought processes centred around this one obsession that she was responsible for shaping the destinies of her entire family and her sole aim was to get this fact established in the minds of her husband and children.But it was the obstinacy of the members of her family to negate it imperceptibly yet doggedly.This went on and on.The family disintegrated.The head of the family left this world but this octogenarian turned more and more vociferous.She continued with the same piquant look trying to establish her supremacy in the hollowed precincts of her house to anybody who was with her, and in the present case her daughter Rupa, who looked at the portrait of her fath...

As a small child ,I was made to stay with my grand-parents for a major part of my childhood. I think it was the best part of my growing up. I was like a free bird with no restrictions on me. The whole world was there for the child in me to explore.I would built up the micro world of my own which was the prototype of the adult world.I was the householder and the master thereof.              The tall pine trees grew stately around me under the blue sky.The needle leaves shone like spears in the bright white light of the brilliant sun.I craved to touch the branches and pluck the dark big seeds hanging in bunches.The huge kikar trees grew thick and dense.The bunches of white blossoms  hung heavy on the branches. I had to jump up a leap or two in order to pluck the luscious and soft bunches of white flowers,Even as a small child they created a deep joy of possession in me.I would finally pluck them bit by bit and turn them into some or the other piece...

In the eerie silence of a summer afternoon ,I wanted to find some escape in my personal computer which was sitting askance to be indulged. The keys moved fast to hit some blog and get connected.But it turned out an inane exercise for me. The on and on saga of unknown entities filled me with a strange vacuity.Heaps of debris not even capable of turning fecund.Who cares what Amitab Baccahan did in Germany or how he preserved the childhood memories of his friends children in his  personal computer? Or the new mom displaying her astute skills to bring up her ideal child who some-how will be the dude of tomorrow. A sheer vanity which turned the dense afternoon all the more unbearable. Amen

Fiction: Walnut Brain : "The present day generation is suffering from extreme egoism which has rendered them intolerant to their elders view-point or any sane advice..."