Ever since I developed an interest in reading (relatively later in life), I have been exploring the world somewhat differently. The kind of work that pulled me towards it was the stories, stories of people, some funny anecdotes, an anecdote about a story and so on.
Although my father bought me comics and books that kids my age would read, neither I nor my parents could firmly say that I was really a reader. I also remember issuing Harry Potter books from the school library and let it occupy a humongous space in my school bag to cope with the fad amongst teenagers. Continue reading “Anecdotes, Stories and Anecdotal Stories”
At that moment, he knew that he wasn’t going to survive. He was drowning in the ocean, he had sunk too far and low under the water. The only thing that his eyes were able to see was the dying light of the Sun, through the opaque layer of salt water. In the meanwhile, the coral landmine erupted with water-volcanoes, blinding his vision once and for all.
Continue reading “Short Story: Wat-Er! Day”
I’m someone who doesn’t travel much, but as and when I get a chance, I make sure I talk to new people. I don’t personally ‘love’ socialising, but I like knowing stories of people if something about them catches my attention.
My idea of wanderlust had been seeing the world through someone else’s eye. For instance, watching a film or reading a long-short story- that is how I would form an opinion about the world until I encountered with Niyati at a medical centre. Continue reading “Short Story: Niyati”
I’m not really a sports person, nor am I into any sort of physical fitness training by choice. But you never know when your dislikes may stand like a huge mountain before you as compulsion. Well, in this case, it was a building.
I awoke one morning hoping my day would be just like the usual ones- unadventurous, a little productive and slightly goofy. Little did I know about the massive twist that was awaiting me at my office building. I got ready and all set to go, I caught an auto-rickshaw and after commuting for more than half the way, I read my messages and find out that the elevator at my workplace building isn’t working Continue reading “The Building Trek: Experiencing Arcade Games”
There is no denying that auto-rickshaw drivers in Mumbai are the lords of all time. Despite the constant increase in the rickshaw fare, convenient auto-rickshaw strikes and constant requests and taunts from the frustrated commuters, there has not been a major change in the approach of these ‘Sheth-jis’. Continue reading “The “Meter Nahi Hai Saab!” Auto-Rickshaw Guy”
In the 21st Century, when machines had taken over everything, technology had become a lifestyle and every human obtained information from nano gadgets just with one click. It led to the rebirth of this planet, as they say. But there was something that was still the same….
Man hadn’t stopped wandering. Aeons ago, he used to wander in search of food, shelter and you know what the drill is, Don’t you? Hah! I thought so. Here, the wandering was within the four walls of the room that consisted a desk, a pen, paper and a Laptop and other usual gadgets.
So unusual huh?
This was in an attempt of presenting the ideas in an artistic manner.
Oh wait, wait…hold on a sec. I know the whole narration so far has been in past tense. Perhaps this is a message from the future or a perspective or maybe you as readers must also know the art of hallucinating sober in order to understand this. ‘Artistic representation of ideas’ as it has been mentioned.
So back to the point…
The wanderers were in search of innovative ideas in order to create something worthy. It could be a product, a thought, a painting. The objective was to create and build something that would make a difference but some of the thinkers wandered inside their head or on the internet for obtaining productive material and lost track of it.
Just like the author of this text who sat in his room for hours, made an attempt to write a story and couldn’t finish it but now the readers gradually know that he couldn’t!
Well, that definitely makes it a story, Doesn’t it?!