Category: Stories

  • Of red and black figures….

    He sat looking at the latest figures, some of them encouraging, while some quite the reverse. Now he had to make plans which would ensure that he wasnt chastised for the figures, and also reach an agreement on the next month’s figures – low enough so he could achieve them easily… both daunting tasks.
    He was thankful that none of the figures were in red, that was the worst that could happen.. but even then, these were not the kind of figures that inspired people.. but he had a plan in mind,he would talk about competition, and how they used unfair methods to get the numbers they got,of how the solutions he gave were not given the kind of respect they deserved, but the Calvin kind of dialogues always got him into trouble, so he would have to tread carefully..
    he believed that he could think and act for himself, but his parents had little faith in him, well, only as much faith as could be, on a 10 year old, who did all he could, to talk his way out of the dismal marks he got at school..
    He was waiting to become older, when he wouldnt have to go through all this nonsense. he would start working, and then he would be able to do exactly what he wanted, and not bother about justifying to others about figures at all…..
    until next time, the battles are still the same..:)

  • The Story of Storeys

    After a little bit of thinking and a small climb, he reached the first storey. he knew all the people there. they asked him what he was upto. he told them to guess. he also told them to come to the next storey in a few days time, and he would get them to have some fun. they were curious enough to come, and he guessed they were having fun, because when he told them he was going to the next storey, and they could visit him in a few days time, they loved the idea.
    and so it went on, storey by storey.. on some storeys, he met a new set of people he didnt know. some of them joined him. he also noticed that on some storeys, there were few who dropped out, but he kept climbing. maybe they were tired, he wasnt.
    after quite a few storeys, he realised that most of the people who were with him initially, were gone. he had seen some of them saying goodbye, some had just disappeared. he was also quite tired now, because most of the storeys had been made in such a way that there were a lot of twists and turns. he should know, for he had made them.
    i think you know what i am talking about. exactly the problem, you have started guessing right. and though you might be having some fun, you are kinda tired of all the storeys. all this twisting and turning can be quite tiresome. there are still lots of stories out there. but for now, lets rest a while, and maybe discuss the view outside.
    we’ll still make stories, but not all the while 🙂
    until next time, nobody ever gives ME any stories!!

  • Moving On

    He had been thinking of moving from his current residence for quite some time now. Previously, everytime he had decided that he would move, he had encountered problems – sometimes financial, sometimes an emotional tug of moving away from his regular premises, and sometimes the sheer lethargy that prevents one from moving on… but this time he was sure he had got it all right…
    He was a bestselling author, all of two books old, and though he had struggled a bit in his early days, his first book had been such a big hit that it ensured that he would never again have to struggle.. but as is often the case, his first book had taken a lot out of him, emotionally and literally, because like very many authors, his first book had pieces of his own life in it…
    He waited a long time to write his second book, and though it never managed to scale the heights of its predecessor, it still sold on his name.. and though the critics said its author would never again write as good a book as the first, it raked in enough moolah for him to enjoy himself and let money take a backseat…
    that was a long time ago, and during the initial days after his second book’s success, he had a whale of time for a long time… which was the reason now, that he decided that he had to buy himself a good house in a new locality… because it was time for a third book.. he had no clue what he would be writing, but that didnt bother him much, he was sure he would get an idea soon..
    And so he had chosen a plush locality, extremely fashionable, and more importantly that which housed a whole lot of authors.. of course, it wasnt that all important authors lived there, in fact, most of them were like him, writers of one or two books, who now wanted a peaceful locality in which to sit and think of ideas that would help them write a book… exactly the thought that was taking him there… he was sure his next big idea was waiting for him there..
    however, what he didnt know was, none of the authors in the locality had published a book, after they had started living there, and the residents of the surrounding areas were now calling the locality by exactly the same name as they had called it earlier, only now they meant it in a different way.. the locality was called ‘Writers Block, ‘ and he was moving into it….
    until next time, planning to move?

  • Driven

    It was a tough decision, but one that he had to make, and make today. Since his decision would have an effect on a large number of brands, he wanted to be careful while he made it. As he was test driving his new car, he remembered how he had gotten into the world of Formula 1 a few years back, thanks a whole lot to a certain Italian manufacturer and their charismatic main driver, the man who went by the name of Michael Schumacher.
    These days, Ferrari was not doing too well, and a lot of people might think that he was chickening out because the going had gotten tough. And truth be said, it was getting embarassing to be associated with Ferrari these days. But his decision had nothing to do with this. Marlboro, Vodafone, Fedex, Bridgestone, Shell – these were some of the brands that he carried- all because of his association with Ferrari, and he was getting tired of it.
    It was too much of a weight to carry around. It was a tough decision because he had been with Ferrari for so long that he did not like the thought of not being associated with them at all. And the lack of association would not come alone – with it also would come a change in lifestyle, a face without the shield of Formula 1 paraphernalia and it might also mean a weakening of the bond with the legion of Formula 1 fans.
    He finished his test drive, and made the decision. He was buying the car, and since he would no longer be driving his two wheeler around, the Ferrari model helmet he used to proudly wear around would no longer be needed, and with it would go all the brands that found place in it… A tough decision, but a necessary one…Perhaps it was good this way, he would make do with a Ferrari car sticker and although it wasnt quite the same, this time it would be without the other brands….
    until next time, how was the ride?

  • Unreasoning

    The day was over, and he could go home, he thought happily. He checked his planner for the last time, to make sure that he hadnt left anything incomplete… he also reviewed the decisions he had made that day.. he was a meticulous man, who could coldly analyse facts and figures and arrived upon conclusions based on usually unerring logic.. but wait, he wasnt any inhuman monster, on the contrary, he had the right amount of humanity and compassion in him that made him a just and fair man… almost perfect…
    but just as he got out of his office, his happiness vanished, for he saw the rain pouring down, and since the city planners hadnt planned enough, traffic snarls all around… this was the third day in a row that he was having to go through this, and he was irritated..the journey home, that normally took only a half an hour would once again be stretched to almost two hours…as his car waded through the traffic, he fondly remembered the days when he could zoom on this very road..
    and as though God had heard him, almost miraculously, the traffic began to clear, and pretty soon, he could indeed go fast.. as he was cruising along, gradually picking up speed, he noticed an old woman quite a distance ahead, standing on the edge of the street, selling flowers to passers by, who, today, were more interested in getting to their respective homes before the next shower hit..he wondered how her life must be, having to go through this day after day, in her old age…
    unknown to him, she had two grandchildren to raise.. the children’s parents had died, leaving her to take care of the kids, who had just started going to school.. between what their grandmother earned, and what they got from doing errands after school, they just about managed to survive..their grandmother insisted they go to school, for she knew that was the way out of their current lives.. that was why she went through this day after day…
    He was driving quite fast now, and had almost reached her, when a young man suddenly started to cross the road.. his blaring horns seemed to have no effect on him.. he was far too near for the brakes to have any effect, and besides, because of the rain, they would be almost useless.. the median and the traffic on the other side prevented him from making any attempts to his right.. the youngman was in front of him, and the old woman on his left..
    in the couple of seconds he had, he actually thought, and made the decision… he groaned inwardly as he heard the wail of the old woman.. even though she was hurt pretty badly, the crowd had seen what had happened, and didnt harangue him, instead helped him carry her to the car… he looked around for the young man, but he seemed to have disappeared…
    as the car zoomed away, the young man stepped out of a corner and cursed himself… earlier in the day, he had been diagnosed with a terminal disease.. all he wanted, was to die…..
    until next time, who decides and how??