Category: Stories

  • A colorful personality

    She was always interested in colors, ever since she was a child. Not that many people appreciated her work, but she couldn’t care less. She had a way of mixing the most varied of colors and producing what she thought was sublime harmony. Of course, the masses never seemed to agree with her, but she was sure if the critics got a chance to see her works of art, they would fall short of words to praise her with.

    And that was the only thing that kept her going inspite of the harsh words from her parents and all those who came in contact with her works. But even her detractors would have to admit, those that came in contact were profoundly affected.

    Once she grew up, she decided to focus her energies on fabric. Though the opportunities that she got were not many, she tried her best to do justice to all the ones she got. The brickbats continued to come, but she was not to be deterred.

    And today, she had decided to create a work of art that would knock the air out of whoever saw it. And knock the air out she did, as I could only gape in shock as our maid nonchalantly showed me my new bottle green corduroys that now sported violet gashes in strategic locations.


    until next time, maid to disorder

  • Dealing from the front

    He tried again. The damn thing just wasn’t going in. He’d been trying to push it in for the last half hour with no success. He wondered how he’d got himself into this predicament. All he wanted was to have some fun, just like the good old days. Maybe he was too old for all this.

    Wait a second, he wasn’t old, what was old was the object of his affection, increasingly becoming merely the object of his irritated attention. He tried pushing it in once more.

    Truth be told, he’d always been used to doing it from the top in the good old days, but that one’d died on him a while back.This frontal attack was something new to him, though his friend had told him it wasn’t anything radically different when he loaned him his item – one used to such moves. For only one day, he’d said quite forcefully.

    Quite apparently, his friend had no idea of the subtle differences. He gave up. It just wasn’t worth it, he thought, as he switched the DVD player on. He’d remember to give his friend a piece of his mind, when he returned the damn front loading vhs system!!


    until next time, cardio video

  • Separate Lives

    They had all said that marriage was not an easy thing. It was a balancing act, and one which posed new difficulties as soon as you thought you had it all planned out. That was just before she got married, and now almost a decade had passed.Yes, it was quite a lot of what they said, but that was only part of it.

    Truth be told, she was a happy woman now. She had a great love life, something women of her age could only dream about. Sometimes, more often than not, on weekdays, he took a day off from work and spent the whole day with her, ready to do her bidding. For instance, he was taking her shopping today, and when they returned, he had promised to cook lunch for her. And it was not even a weekend. Bliss.
    They had a great time shopping, it was amazing how much of a help even a man could be in shopping, if he put his mind to it. And he was a great chef, that was a well proven fact. In fact, after she tasted his menu of the day, she asked him why he wouldn’t think of it as a career.Speaking of careers, her husband was a high profile corporate executive. He earned enough not to mind her frequent shopping trips. That reminded her, she’d have to leave now to get back by the time he returned from office. After all, she couldn’t allow such a great life to be disrupted by a suspicious husband.
    Yes, they were right, married life was a balance, one that took quite some acting.

    until next time, vows and woes

  • Panchvi Pass

    They asked him about his new fad. He said it was a 55, a concept/story told in 55 words, no more no less. They said, okay when would he stop. He said, soon. Actually, it was just a quirky race, to complete fifty five 55s before his blog turned 5. That day would be tomorrow.

    Until next time, ab tak pachpan 🙂

  • GeneRations

    The lights went out, followed immediately by the drone of the apartment’s generator. Now there’d be sound and smoke,but yes, there would be light too. It would get the lamps in the apartment compound going, and he could study. Anyway, it was better than in his house, in the slum next to the apartment.

    until next time, let there be light