Fiction

Melancholy Moments
A bunch of 13 tales that have a tinge of melancholy attached to them - humanistic tales that try to explore human relations and reflect upon life.  Some of them are original ones while others are just my own version of existing stories seen from a different perspective. The retelling include one story each from mythology, fairy tales and a couple of short story classics. While one of the story has paranormal elements, the focus is not on the paranormal elements. These are stories I shall continue to write for my personal satisfaction; most of them will be published here as I feel there are far better story tellers writing in these kind of themes and I won't be contributing anything significantly by bringing then out as a book. SEE COMPLETE LIST

Whimsical Yarns
These are tales that don't necessarily make sense. They are mostly zany imaginative works with humor of the slap stick variety.

As Mark Twain says, "Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. By the order of the author"

All these stories are lighthearted vignettes with the sole purpose of giving the reader a few laughs. You will find here crazy inventions, fairy tales gone horribly wrong, mythological characters selling soap, geeks trying to dig deep into cheesy brand tag lines, animals trying to understand the crazy ways of humans and the like. SEE COMPLETE LIST

The Great Indian Braid Hunt
Boom! Boom! The floor was shaking violently. There was a loud noise like a roar outside. “Any one there?” . They timidly peered out of the window to see a fat giant with his stomach bulging out of his blue and white pants, thick red whiskers and a funny helmet with braided hair hanging from either side. They knew they could not remain safe inside the office for long. They had to eventually confront him. So the campaign manager gingerly stepped out and asked in a feeble voice, “May I help you, Sir?”

“What is the meaning of this?” he growled pointing at the board put outside the office.

The board read :  “Dear Participant - We are overwhelmed by the tremendous response to the ‘The Great Indian Braid Hunt’ contest and picking out the winners from the lot has been a challenging task.” READ MORE

Asterix and the Digital Empire
“Why is the village looking so deserted? Where is everyone gone?”

“Don’t you know, Obelix? The entire village has gone digital.”

“What the hell is that? Is it some kind of kind of dangerous disease? Can’t Getafix cure them?”

“It is all those cursed little boxes supplied by that bloody Phoenician merchant.”

“How can something so little be so dangerous?” READ MORE

Asterix and the Surgical Strikes
Did you hear about the surgical strike?”

“Surgical strike? What is that? I don’t think any such thing could have happened without my knowledge. I would have known if somebody had ordered a surgical knife from my husband.”

The third woman, a comely woman with a turned up nose spoke up. “I knew it all along. It is a ploy by Vitalstatistix to prevent my husband Geriatrix from challenging him for the chieftain’s position.” READ MORE

Asterix and the Great Demonetization
“Did you notice, Obelix? The Romans have been acting funny these days.”

“What is funny, Asterix? I have never had such a wonderful time in my life ever. It as if there’s been a windfall of Romans.”

“That is the problems. I have never seen Romans so eager to get beaten up. Something must be brewing.”

“You think the Romans have got the recipe for our magic potion?”

“I mean figuratively. They are up to some tricks. I have not seen even the pirates show such suicidal tendencies. We must report this to Chief Vitalstatistix.” READ MORE

My name is Taimur, Taimur the Lame
Whizz! That stone just missed me. Whizz! That was yet another one. Ouch! That one found its mark. But nothing fatal. I have seen worse. Ah! Finally some cover. I just love these projects that go into litigation. See how nicely they have laid out these pipes for us to find shelter. I am sure they will never find me in here. Now I begin to truly understand the nuances of the human aphorism “going to the dogs" .They were supposedly going to build a mall clearing out a slum area. Now don’t ask me what a slum is. Haven’t you seen the movie slum dog millionaire? If you have not seen it, don’t bother though. It was a disappointment. The titular hero despite the misleading title is not a dog but one of those despicable humans only.  READ MORE

The longest blog post ever written
There was this time when I conceived upon an idea to pay a tribute to our grandfather. What is so great about a grandfather you may ask. After all everyone has one. Well, my grandfather is unlike any others – he was one who towered over his fellow men like a colossus. So that Sunday I called together all my uncles, aunts and cousins to my home to make the announcement.

“Friends, kinsmen, family members lend me your ears…..”

I could see a couple of them yawning. I sometimes wonder if some of them really belong to my family. I strongly suspect they may have been adopted. Anyways I continued on. READ MORE

Cities with Character
"You are a complete wastrel of a husband. You just go to the counting house from morning to evening and then come back and lie around doing nothing.”

Why does she keep nagging me all the time? If I were a real wastrel I would be at home entire day. But I knew better than to tell her that. Sometime silence is best.

“Now see Hadhod next door. How much he does for his family! Last month he got his wife a diamond necklace. Last week he got her a brand new satin gown stitched specially for her by the town’s most famous seamstress. And even yesterday he got her earrings studded with exotic stones the likes of which I have never seen.” READ MORE

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