• A Matter of Choice

    As he finished answering the last question in his aptitude test, he smiled at the irony of it all…
    There was a time, a long time ago, when the fear of injections and vaccines had put a noble thought in his head – that he would become a doctor, a doctor who would take care of all the illnesses in the world, without hurting patients.. well all patients except some teachers,a few boys from the other gang and some assorted enemies he had made during his seven years of life so far…
    But after he had heard his grandmother say that there was nothing better than to be able to sing and bring joy to millions of people, he had thought he should become a singer…considering that he had been won a whole lot of music competitions at school and otherwise in his twelve year life, he had every reason to believe that he would make a good singer…
    He hated the injustice happening in the world, the way humans were treating other humans who were less fortunate than them… how humans were taking things for granted, and going along a path where the only aims were achieving more power and money without any concern for anything around them.. at 15 years of age,having been a part of the school debate team for over 3 years, he did believe he would make a good lawyer…
    engineering was a good career option, especially if you were the kind who could build bridges,airports, railways etc.. that way, he could become directly involved with the development happening around him.. 22 years of life had taught him that noble thoughts had to go hand inhand with practicality, and there was a career to be made…it also taught him that an MBA could be a ticket to future successes.. that was why he was writing the aptitude test…
    as he finished the aptitude test, he realised that it was quite similar to life.. for there were a lot of questions in which he felt that all the choices given were possible..
    unfortunately,among the options, he could never find ‘all of the above’…
    until next time, life’s like that….

  • A New Start

    It was only a few days after the second world war ended. The victorious army marched into the city, the city which was all set to bask in its new found glory under the new regime…the army was tired, from the long march, but more so from the fierce skirmishes with the remnants of the enemy forces… but it had marched on, knowing that this was the dawn of a new era, and that they were about to make history…
    all around them, people lined the streets, eager to welcome the forces that would take control of their country, their destiny, and eager to catch a glimpse of their leader, who was, by now, a living legend… the man who had fought their oppressors in different ways at different times, who had been their prisoner for years.. who had travelled across continents, with one burning dream, that of a free country..and that dream had been achieved, when the enemy had surrendered unconditionally…
    the enemy had been part of a coalition that had called themselves the ‘Allies’ during the second world war, and had been ruling the country for centuries… but the ‘allies’ had been devastated in the second world war, and the man and his army, who had been fighting the allies were now about to take charge of the country… for he was the leader of the provisional indian government that had been formed during the war, and therefore the rightful leader of the now free country…
    while the rest ofthe city blissfully celebrated, a few men huddled together in a small room, trying to chart their future course of action…these men were the working committee of the indian national congress.. the congress which believed that it had done all the hardwork to get the country free, but did not get what they considered their rightful due, not by any lack of effort from their part, but because of the shocking defeat of the ‘allies’..for all of them, their joy at attaining freedom was tinged with a bit of sorrow, but all the more for a certain jawaharlal nehru, the man who would have been ‘king’ instead of netaji, if the die had been cast differently….
    until next time, each different past could have meant a different present…

  • Ignorance and Bliss

    i saw an old woman on the steet
    and walked on… putting off a helping hand
    for another day when we might meet



    if by a strange twist of fate
    i happened to know that she would be me and i would be her
    on another world and another date




    would i still ignore her and walk away
    blissfully comfortable in my world, and ignorant of hers,
    as i was on that day…


    until next time, this is only a temporary aberration 🙂

  • Devil’s Own

    He aimed.. and missed.. damn!!, he thought… his target seemed to have the luck of the devil…perhaps he was indeed a devil incarnate… judging by his actions, that seemed to be very much in the realms of possibility…
    He would have gone about the usual way – a small fire, a building collapse, a small road accident etc to finish his target, but this time the target was too wily, it was though he knew there was someone after his life.. which wasnt difficult to explain… for the target himself was aware that his actions so far would have created a lot of enemies, though few people realised he was behind many terrorist activities taking place in different parts of the world.. he was indeed the devil’s own, created to spread terror and plunge humanity into misery and frustration… and since he realised he was a wanted man,he made sure he didnt travel alone.. he was always part of the crowd, and anyone trying to kill him would also kill a lot of innocent folk.. there was only one being he feared, and though he didnt realise it, he was being watched by him, that very moment…
    Watching the target, he realised that he would have to bide his time.. for he really didnt want to use any method that would harm innocent people.. reworking destinies was a pain, one that he liked to avoid, unless absolutely necessary…He considered using some cop somewhere to finish his target, but realised that no human could match his target… thanks to the devil, some evil men he had to finish off himself… He couldnt afford the luxuries that the devil had, because from experience, when he made some humans extra powerful, he found that it was much easier for the devil to take them to his side..but damn, he was God, he wasnt supposed to miss…
    until next time, do you think He needs help??

  • What goes around…

    He rushed out of the lift, towards his car.. he was running really late for his flight… and it was a flight he had to catch, if we was to go as as far in his career as he wanted to… and he was confident, both about the flight and the career.. for he was an aggressive driver who knew how to have his way in the crazy metro trafic…he zoomed out of the carpark, much to the chargin of two drivers who almost crashed into each other.. in fact one of them still couldn’t get his car under control…he couldnt care less..he was a veteran of such occasions, in most of which he had a direct hand…
    he reached home, still running late, packed, got dressed and while waiting for the taxi, called the airport… the flight was on scheduled time, she said, but a litle bit of flirting made her divulge that the flight might be delayed, because the pilot hadnt reported in yet.. he leaned back, relaxed, more confident than ever before now… but that was shattered as soon as he encountered a traffic jam.. he called the airport, encountered the female voice again, and made sure that the regular check in time was waivered for him…
    but inspite of all his threats to the driver, he was only able to reach the airport 5 minutes later than the scheduled take off, but he was sure that the pilot would have gotten stuck in the traffic, and the flight wouldnt have gone… but he was told that the flight had left on time with a different pilot…apparently, the scheduled pilot had not yet reported in…
    as he was trying to get a ticket for the next flight, the pilot walked in, looking irritated.since there was nothing to be done, he tried to make conversation with the pilot…”i missed the flight too..” he said, smiling..”well, i wouldnt have”, grumbled the pilot, “except that my driver was late. apparently some idiot zoomed out of a car park and made him crash into a median…..”
    until next time, take care, for we cant close all the loops…