August 24, 2012

Point of view

Detective Domble walked into the room with some degree of nonchalance. A scenario he had witnessed multiple times before, nothing new, nothing alarming. It was the usual, a dead body,some dried blood, a strong odor, murder weapon and a missing culprit,which he would eventually hunt down, etc. He had seen this a hundred times before. It was easy or so he thought.

Only this time his eyes welled up with tears as he folded his knees and crouched on the ground…as the predator waited behind him….

Gyanban Thoughts : A short flash fiction where the hunter becomes the hunted.A simple predictable plot,the focus was in capturing the contrasting moment which transcends from nonchalance to shock.

August 12, 2012

The Whistleblower

Getting up at 5AM on a Monday morning is not the best situation to be in for a seven year old, for any seven year old if you ask me.I am thirteen now and when I sit down to jot one of the earliest memories of my life, all I can recall are the sights, sounds and smells of those times.

The sight of Ma scolding me for not waking up on time, her face would turn a shade of crimson ,a dangerous contrast to the serenity of the dreamy blue just a few minutes before. The sound of her voice menacingly piercing my brain, wracking every corner – something similar to the treatment Tom gets from Jerry. Crash , boom , bang,aah – are some sounds I ll never forget ever in my life.

And then the smell of cream biscuits, yes they do have a smell, bourbon has a distinct smell than that of ParleG,which I don’t like much because it does not have any cream, not to forget the drinking chocolate smell, it also left a mark on my life….and my school shirts!

It was one of those dreadful days, that the teacher announced "please start reading on your own" and gave some silly story called Jack and Jill. I found it silly back then, and I still do now – I mean why go up the hill to fetch a pail of water ? Why cant you just stick to drinking chocolate or maybe get some tap water.Anyways,I hated it, and so did my best friends, Pinky,Ronu,Kukku, Mickey and Monik.

As every morning in my life, Ma walked into the room early and announced ‘Its time to get up and read, how long will you sleep?’

‘I am awake Ma’ I replied gingerly.

‘What are you doing?’


‘Reading…what?’ she asked after a pause.

‘Jack and Jill because teacher asked to me read it today and also read in class.’

‘Why are you inside the blanket then – your eyes will get spoilt’

‘Naah I am comfortable like this - its too cold outside.

'Ok then do as you wish - and I will have to give these cream biscuits to Papa'.

I sprang out of the bed,and lunged for the treasure leaving Batman unattended,uncovered,unprotected.

The first local train of the morning blew its whistle in the background as Ma looked at me right in the eye.....

Gyanban Thoughts: A memoir from the eyes of a 13 year old.Some memories will never go away no matter how old we grow or how mature we become.These are the building blocks of our "nostalgia" castle which we keep visiting in the twilight years of our lives.

August 5, 2012

Soul Pyre

Brutal screams and muted walls
falling rains and weeping Gods,
cowardice hands and innocent tears,
empty eyes and an eternal smear,

nameless faces on empty walls,
hiding behind those forgotten halls,
crouch in darkness till the storm fades,
arise they will with new charades,

today a country lit its funeral pyre
burning in shame burning with ire,
light your soul with elan
rise up o fallen man...

Gyanban Thoughts - these few lines are dedicated to the sad turn of events in the Assam and Mangalore moral policing cases. These people who do such a cheap act need to be publicly prosecuted and exposed - so that they live the rest of their lives with a tag/shame of being a coward.

image courtesy: here

August 2, 2012

Broken Strings

Broken strings and memories,
Knots join the threaded stories
Layers lie beneath the pain,
Those eyes will never meet again.

The loving touch and tender care,
Loved and left in despair,
Hesitant feet and a stifled tear,
The curling palm and a stinging smear.

A reluctant life passes by,
Times spent,laughter and sigh,
Thirfty love and emotions run dry,
Complete the circle of a sullen goodbye.

Gyanban thoughts - a few lines dedicated to those people who are no longer part of their loved ones,who are separated from their families and friends.Some relationships once broken can never join again,just like borken strings, the knots that force that join will forever remind of what broke those strings.Yet these people will remain hidden in some corner of your heart as they had once touched your life.Some kites will just fly away wth broken strings...


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