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Stroll under the night sky

Stroll under the night sky

Clearing the safety of the jungle resort
We venture into the stillness of the night,
for a stroll under the stars
to mull,
to reflect,
to enjoy,
and still the senses.

Dark skies have painted a million stars,
The winding road is all black and blind
Also unbelievable it is
To erase the glare of non-existent headlights

Our only light shoots out of a mobile torch
as we ruminate on the deathly silence
Captivated by the Chill, the dark, the smooth
and weirdly unsettling short steps

And then a feeble sound
Right there, next to nowhere
Was it a moan, a cry or a roar?
Real it was
Or was it imagined?

Neither can throw light, you nor the torch
Swallowing pride to silence the drumming heart
And resistance fading against the fear
We retract,
Agile enough to race a deer

This is now the warmth of the cold night
Every sound here on is amplified noise
Will the shriek then, offer its contribution?
Or will a run be the lonely night’s retribution?

Racy thoughts that come effortless never are easy, racing steps are,
Thank the dark skies, you made it home
In time before the next roar.

Oh! was there a roar?

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January 12, 2011 Post Under FlashFiction Not-on-Prompt, Poetry - Read More
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The Moment of OCD

“So, Atul, are you ready to answer the first of the 10 questions truthfully?”, asks the host.

“Absolutely”, I reply enthusiastically.

“Remember one thing. All the following questions will be based on the answer you give for the first question.”

“Got it.”

“Here is your first question.”

“Ok”

“What is your biggest weakness?”

So it is this dreadful thing which I am supposed to reveal to the whole audience. Beads of sweat are visible on my forehead. I wait to gather my courage.

Finally after a couple of seconds, I reveal it.

“I have OCD.”

Now I am relieved!

The hall darkens. The spot light focuses on me. An intense music is played in the background, and then the computer voice says, That answer is……… (stalls for a few seconds and then) TRUE.

The hall again lights up. The spot light vanishes. The music stops.

“Congratulations Atul. You have won ` 40,000.”

“Thank you.”

“Tell me about it.”

I grin nervously. “Ha-ha …well…………….. I suffer from ‘Obsessive Compulsive Disorder’. In my case it is characterized by excessive hand washing to remain clean.”

“So you keep on washing your hands repeatedly?”

“Yes. I wash my hands innumerable number of times in a day to remain clean.”

“Your second question is.

Since when do you have OCD?”

“I have it since the past 3 years.”

That answer is……. TRUE, says the computer voice.

“Congratulations. ` 80,000 is yours now. Tell me about it.”

“I have OCD since the first year of my college. I think it developed more when I was in my second semester.”

“Ok. What are you doing now?”

“I just finished my college.”

“So you spent your entire college days suffering from OCD?”

“That’s right.”

“Here is your third question for ` 1,60,000.

Do you think your OCD affected your social life in your college?”

I ponder for a while. Then I reluctantly say it.

“Yes!”

That answer is……. TRUE.

“Would you like to shed some light on it?”

“Sure. If I had a lot of friends, then I would naturally have had to shake hands with them a lot many times, I would have had to give them rides on my bike, give my bike to them for rides, eat out etc. All these were detrimental to my cleanliness.”

“So you kept your friend circle to the bare minimum?”

“Exactly”

“Your next question – the fourth one is as follows.

Do you hate your disorder?”

I immediately retort back.

“Absolutely not. I LOVE IT.”

That answer is……. TRUE.

“Congratulations. ` 3,20,000 for you now. Now that’s a bit strange. Not the money. I meant the liking of the disorder. How can one like a disorder?”

“Well OCD helps me to remain totally clean. I can be the cleanest person on earth. I won’t contract contagious disease. I can be totally safe.”

The host looks shocked and confused at the same time. I savor the moment.

“Fifth question for ` 6,40,000 is as follows. If you answer this one correctly then you would at least have ` 6,40,000 with you to take home.

In the long run, do you think it is good to have OCD?”

“Nope. I hate it to have it for long.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I am sure. That’s my answer.”

That answer is……. TRUE.

“Congratulations. So now you take a minimum of ` 6,40,000 from here. Congratulations again.

What was that? I am confused. You had just mentioned that you loved it!” , says the baffled host.

“Ha-ha-ha .Actually I love it and  hate it at the same time”, I produce a wide grin.

“EH?”

“As I mentioned earlier, I love it for making me cleanliness conscious. But washing hands repeatedly wastes a lot of my productive time.”

“So you are aware that you waste a lot of time. Then why don’t you just control your hand washing?”

“I can’t. I try my best. But it can’t be totally nullified so soon. I can’t get peace of mind if I don’t wash my hands when I wish.”

“Your sixth question for ` 12,50,000 is as follows.

Has your OCD affected your academics?”

I don’t need time to think about this one.

“Yes”, I riposte.

That answer is……. TRUE.

“Quite a quick reply huh?”

“Ha-ha. Yeah. It’s a no- brainer. I hardly attended lectures in order to remain clean. Most of my study times were invested in washing my bag. So I used to study only during the last moment when the exams were nearing. Naturally, my grades decreased over time.”

“Your seventh question is.

Do you think OCD has ruined your life until right now?”

I brood for a while and then reply.

“Yes I do.”

That answer is……. TRUE.

“Academically?”

“Well, yes. Academically , socially, emotionally I have deteriorated. My level of self confidence has gone down.”

“All due to OCD?”

“Mostly due to OCD.”

“Well you have now won ` 25,00,000. Your eighth question is as follows. Are you ready for it?”

“Yup”

“Have you told any of your friends that you have OCD?”

“Never.”

That answer is……. TRUE.

“Why?”

“They might think that I am not a normal person and try to avoid me. As it is my friend circle is small. If I disclose this thing, then I’ll be a loner.”

“You have ` 50,00,000 in your kitty now.So here comes the ninth one for ` 1,00,00,000.

Has OCD affected the way you carry yourself?”

“Yes it has.”

That answer is……. TRUE.

“How?”

“I walk in a very awkward fashion trying hard not to touch other things or other things touch me or my clothes. People think I am weird. My whole demeanor seems as if I have no self confidence in myself. Even now just look at the way I am sitting crossing my hands. I have crossed my hands since I do not wish to touch the armrest of the chair. So considering everything, my body language has changed due to OCD.”

“Your tenth question is, what do you tell them when they see your dries up hands?”

“My hands get dry due to lack of moisture.”

That answer is……. TRUE.

“So they believe you.”

“They have to. Because no one would have any idea as to what OCD really is!” I let out a mischievious smile.”

“Congratulations for winning ` 2,00,00,000.  What I still can’t come to terms with is that you hate and love your OCD.”

“Your eleventh and final question is. Is OCD difficult to live with?”

“Oh yeah. Definitely.”

That answer is……………………………………………………………… TRUE.

“RIGHT ANSWER.CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE WON ` 5,00,00,000.

I had heard many a times that one should turn their weaknesses into their biggest strengths. You are the epitome of it.

Once again hearty congratulations.

And wishing you a good, happy and normal recovery.

Thanks again for coming to our show.”

“My pleasure.”

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October 1, 2010 Post Under FlashFiction Not-on-Prompt - Read More
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I can’t leave

I got all excited and married him. But I am not into it anymore, you know.

Why? Isn’t he as nice as you thought him to be?

No! He is extremely nice. It’s me. I can’t hold on to anything for long. I get bored easily.

Oh! You should have known.

Yeah, but I was too obsessed to let go.

So, are you going to leave him?

I can’t. There’s this thing about me. I can’t leave anything without giving myself  and him good reasons. I may loathe something very much, but I can’t accept boredom as a reason for myself.

Haha! Very strange. Are you going to invent new reasons?

I will first cheat on him. I know he loves me so much that he will forgive me. And that will be a fine reason, you see. I will tell him that I can’t see him suffer silently and that I have to leave.

What if he said he is not suffering, really?

Then, I will leave him because he doesn’t have any regards for the sanctity of the relationship.




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September 3, 2010
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one lonely night

one lonely night
Girl
Jessie met her man and was on a date,
she was very happy heart beatin at fast rate.
Had lot of fun and was on a dream ride,
just then realised the stars were twinkling and it was late night.
bid her byes and rushed to catch the train..
had to reach home before midnight.
dreaming all way of the happy day spent she reached her station and was past midnight,
she got frightned as it was a lonely night.
out came two boys and held her way,
was very scared and asked them to go away.
they closed her mouth so she could not scream,
morning she realised it was not a dream.
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August 31, 2010 Post Under FlashFiction Not-on-Prompt - Read More

Drive Safe

Drive Safe


I had the thrill in me and the music was fast.
I wanted to reach home to her, it was a surprise for my sweet heart.
did all the tricks to avoid traffic and was best at it,
along came a zebra crossing – I had a hit.
It was a mother and her little boy. Things stood still and blood ran fast.
Speeding kills had read and heard, & happened to me and life turned too fast.
in a sentence – I now realize how would the kid have grown handsome and nice.



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August 28, 2010 Post Under FlashFiction Not-on-Prompt - Read More
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“No! I am trying to quit.”

“Just one?”

“No! this one one makes it fifty everyday.”

“It will cool you down.”

“I am not listening to you anymore!”

And I finally won over him, my other half.



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August 20, 2010 Post Under FlashFiction Not-on-Prompt - Read More
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Conditional love

Conditional love

Aisha had a beautiful smile.
The one which was contagious…

The reason I liked her

She had Aids.
The one which was contagious…

The reason I dumped her


-Original composition by Noopur Julka

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August 19, 2010
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I am Mantha

I am Mantha

(Note from FlashFiction: The following story is not on the current prompt, but is the first story ever of our newest member of the gang. So show some love ;) )

Hi, I am Mantha.
My family – Philip my husband, and Sarah Kristopher my two kids.

My husband is a happy man.
I am not.
I am unhappy and a woman.

I can’t interact with my kids , forget the outside world.

I miss going out with them and making love to Philip.

My husband has married a lady named Carol.

She has got all my rights , my children, my bedroom while I am suppose to stay in this old dark room.

These thoughts always ran over Mantha’s mind every single day!
She sat by the window, her only connection with the outer world.

“Oh! Why has the crowd gathered near the garden?”
“Oh! They are dressed in black.It’s a funeral!”
“My children!”

Mantha ran.No door could limit her and she reached the garden to find her Philip with Carol, Carol with children …
on her funeral!

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August 17, 2010 Post Under FlashFiction Not-on-Prompt - Read More
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