Kingmaker 14 on 16th Jan 2011

part FOURTEEN: “I came here after one full year to hear that only ONE job has been performed!” he said in a ominous tone, “You guys are sleeping and idling around at my expense, right?”

“They are getting smarter sir!” the man on the other side replied. “It seems they are sharing their experiences and getting a hunch that some gang is working around the village.”

“Then change your tactics. I will raise the rewards. I want some feedback about your success and failures. In case I can suggest some thing.” he said, and after a meaningful pause he continued, “Don’t test my patience, it’s my hard earned money that’s getting wasted here.”

“Meet me in the regular restaurant, tomorrow at seven in the evening.” he disconnected the phone. A look of deep dissatisfaction was painted on his face.





CRAZY AND CUNNING WAYS OF A SICK MIND- THE SHOW CONTINUES.

It’s a long story, Quite a long one; Its fiction but reality based fiction. I have been thinking about writing this story since I wrote my first story and realized Atleast half a dozen people thought that was good.

I have been writing vigorously since then so that I can write two long stories, first is already done and posted on blog, “Honey Trap” (http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com) and the second one is this.

I will go really slowly on this one, because I am doing quite ample thinking, editing on this, I don’t want to rush through it like I do with all my other works.

It will be updated whenever I feel like updating it. To keep it tidy I have started a page for it, the URL of the page:

The part FOURTEEN is updated now here:

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Insomnia

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S.T. 11.1.11

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KINGMAKER 13 on 11.1.11

part THIRTEEN: His car entered the same house. A man observing him from the balcony of the house opposite turned away when their eyes met.

The neighbours knew that he was an ex army man with violent temper. He roamed around the country without any purpose. Had no friend, family or acquaintance, used this house to rest when he was too tired.

They called it the rat-hole of a man gone wrong by too many sufferings. They avoided him because of his horrible temper but not with hatred, but pity.


People treated him with sympathy and nonchalance. Sympathy for his disfigured face and nonchalance was formed due to his rude behaviour.

The story revolved in the neighbourhood that he was a very handsome man in youth, and then an explosion disfigured him and chained him to hospital bed for three full years.

His wife betrayed him and his family abandoned him. He came out of the hospital hating everyone. That hatred stayed with him.

He went inside and locked the door. He rarely stepped out of the house.

He took utmost care that the neighbours treated him like plague. So that none notices his movements.




CRAZY AND CUNNING WAYS OF A SICK MIND.

It’s a long story, Quite a long one; Its fiction but reality based fiction. I have been thinking about writing this story since I wrote my first story and realized Atleast half a dozen people thought that was good.

I have been writing vigorously since then so that I can write two long stories, first is already done and posted on blog, “Honey Trap” (http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com) and the second one is this.

I will go really slowly on this one, because I am doing quite ample thinking, editing on this, I don’t want to rush through it like I do with all my other works.

It will be updated whenever I feel like updating it. To keep it tidy I have started a page for it, the URL of the page:

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some thoughts 2.1.11

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window

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happy 2011

My fingers are restless,
what about yours?
they are telling me to pick up the lyre
and start playing with it
whatever my ear wants to hear
let my fingers strum them out

Looking forward to a beautiful year like the year I passed with you all, your loving companionship made it a perfect year for me.

Hope you too had a marvelous year like I had.

Happy New Year!

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kingmaker 11 on 1.1.11

part ELEVEN: He won their trust by lavishly helping them. Once he was out of that place he used to send his best men there, to corrupt their minds, to make them a part of the same hell he was, and he thought his mother and sister were.

He did not want to kill them that would have been an easy death. He wanted to kill their soul, their dignity, their love.


A mind full of hate and his ways of settling scores.

It’s a long story, Quite a long one; Its fiction but reality based fiction. I have been thinking about writing this story since I wrote my first story and realized Atleast half a dozen people thought that was good.

I have been writing vigorously since then so that I can write two long stories, first is already done and posted on blog, “Honey Trap” (http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com) and the second one is this.

I will go really slowly on this one, because I am doing quite ample thinking, editing on this, I don’t want to rush through it like I do with all my other works.

It will be updated once a week, but later it may get updated once a fortnight. To keep it tidy I have started a page for it, the URL of the page:

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2010

another footprint in the shore of life…. 2010
so many things passed by
happiness, joy, sorrow, love, achievements
some are going to stay forever
like the shells we pick up and bring home
some will lie there in the shore
waiting to be washed away.

It was a beautiful year for me, I hope it was same for you too. Its been a blessing to know you all, hope to stay in your hearts, and if possible life for the years to come.

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kingmaker

part TEN: His father was wrong. When devil takes control of human heart and arms they forget love.

That night those who surrounded their home were his neighbours. He used to call them uncle; they used to call his father brother, his mother sister in law…………

Different people take inhumanity in different ways; some leave the justice on God some beg devil to settle their scores. Don’t play with lives of others; you can never tell who will come down or come up to settle his scores!

It’s a long story, Quite a long one; Its fiction but reality based fiction. I have been thinking about writing this story since I wrote my first story and realized Atleast half a dozen people thought that was good.

I have been writing vigorously since then so that I can write two long stories, first is already done and posted on blog, “Honey Trap” (http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com) and the second one is this.

I will go really slowly on this one, because I am doing quite ample thinking, editing on this, I don’t want to rush through it like I do with all my other works.

It will be updated once a week, but later it may get updated once a fortnight. To keep it tidy I have started a page for it, the URL of the page:

The part TEN is updated now here:

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merry christmas

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writing

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Cat woman

“Who is that lady?” Titas asked her cousin.

They were standing side by side on his roof, a middle aged lady was feeding a huge battalion of mixed species of creatures- birds, cats, dogs and a cow was visible.

“We call her miao aunty.” He giggled.

“Why?”

“She picks up all strays from the locality and shelters them.”

“Do her pets bother you guys?”

“No. they are so stuffed up with food that they don’t eat any thing they are offered by others.”

“Then you should appreciate her having as your neighbour. Respect her. Her heart is huge. Even if those naive animals sometimes bother you, you can forgive them. You know, animals too have a right to live, eat and in huge towns or metros their lives are miserable.”

“I guess you are right.”


sharmishtha basu

Brothers

Four brothers, two sisters. Five of them doted on their baby sister. She slipped into dark alleys and stayed there because she initially was not allowed to go out and then the lucrative bonuses of sold soul captured her.

Everyone doesnot wants to sell their soul, so once a girl walked in but walked out, challenging them to touch her if they dare.

The baby sister was the one who was trying to pull her in the darkness; every head meant lot of money. She saw red when her prey fled. She called out to her family-the SOS reached them before the brave-heart could reach her home.

So the brothers started to chase her, pretending that she was engaged to one of them and ran away just before marriage, because her parents have found out a BBD (bigger better deal) for her. Leaving him fuming and heartbroken.

This trick worked because they found out quite a lot of sympathetic persons who tried to make the lovers meet each other.

They succeeded; a good Samaritan tracked the girl and promised the killer that he will make arrangements of his meeting the love of his life, the girl was fooled into their lair and killed.

But they forgot one thing – she too had brothers and family.

Evil intentions

We often meet these people in walk of life. People who hide their deadly intentions behind the cover of friendship or sweetness.

I have a strange power of feeling the true intention of people. No matter how much a person sweet talks with me, if I see him face to face or mix with him for too long I can feel his real intentions.

Still I believe in giving my hunches a long spell of time before I turn them into belief. Sadly, in ninety nine percent cases my hunches turn into belief.

Is it a God given gift or all of us having this power? Only most of us ignore it? This power of looking through the outer covering and observe what is inside. I think we all have this power. Some of us cherish it and some ignore it.

Cruelty

Cruelty is cruelty, right? These days I feel a little confused if I got the statement wrong. All of a sudden a voice is gaining a large volume an eye for an eye. And the advocates of this view call others cruel. How can I be kind if I believe in eye for an eye?

I believe we call name to every thing which doesnot fits our views. We never even try to walk a meter in shoes of others, forget about a mile.

We call military invasion just, but we call terrorism heinous act. We ignore lockup, starvation deaths calmly, as if there is nothing wrong in that, its just a part of life but we lynch pickpockets if we can get our hands on them.

Sometimes when I look at ourselves from a distance I can feel how the viewers of roman circus were in middle ages. Every thing which is socially permitted or legally permitted is acceptable to us; we watch it sipping our tea. Every thing which is out of social tracks is disgusting to us, it brings out the beast inside us.

Sharmishtha basu

Bibhishan and karna

Bibhishan is admired in Indian society. A just man who betrayed his own tyrannical brother Ravana and helped Ram to fight and conquer him. He became king of Lanka when Ram conquered it.

Its true I don’t appreciate all of his actions, may be what he did was needed for betterment of society. But somehow he fails to earn my respect.

Karna, the eldest of Pandavas, discarded by his unmarried mother at birth, brought up by a poor couple. He chose Duryodhana because he was treated with respect by Duryodhana. He even joined some of his dark deeds like insulting his own sister in law Draupadi.

This man, with quite a handful of vices is not a much admired character.

I personally can’t feel that disrespect for him. His loyalty toward a person who has honoured him when the whole world insulted him.

His giving away his magical shields to Narada, knowing very well that it meant signing his own death warrant. Just because he never refused a beggar. These few are quite noble trait to me.

I think India has produced quite a lot of Bibhishan. At-least one in every historical event. Not much of Karna though.

I wonder if we had looked down upon Bibhishan, would there have been less number of traitors?

Beautiful earth

Being born on this magnificent planet we take it as a right. And take so many, so magnificent things for granted.

Was just recently watching a sci-fi movie, twelve monkeys, just like all doom day movies it too had the same basic story, a strange virus attacks human race and human beings have to leave the earth and build some place above ground to dwell.

Earth goes to wild creatures. Who roam freely all over it.

In a few of its scene, bruce willis was ecstatic to breathe freely. To see the trees and birds. Hope we wont invite any thing of that sort on us and start giving this priceless planet the respect it deserves.

Three vultures

Mr. Mitra, Mr. Das and Mr. Gupta. Three respectable senior citizens. Above sixty. All three of them millionaire, factory owners owned factories attached to each other in same industrial complex.

They were as close as three friends can be.

That was one side of them.

They had grown up kids who did the main running around in the business. These three friends mainly handled the finance side. They had to stay in the office all day to handle the payments. Too much time, too little to do.

They used to spend most of their time on internet, visiting chat rooms, befriending young girls using photographs of their handsome ex employees. Once befriended prying out their phone numbers was an easy game.

The second thing they used to do was calling the girl up and offer her a job. The girl naturally used to walk in the trap, thinking she must have submitted the c.v.

Once the girl entered their lair the three old monkeys used to start their game. If she joined Mr. Mitra then Mr. Das and Mr. Gupta used to try to lure her to the path of easy virtues and huge cash- if the bird was killed then they all shared the meat like good friends. If she did not she was dismissed or harassed to no end, resulting in her resignation or job change.

This game continued for quite a long time till they made a mistake. One of the girl found her cyber friend in their ex employee register and started to ask questions to other employees.

But her spirit sank

She was basking with happiness. The red bridal attire burning on her body. Her parents have bought the exact shade of red which will look good on their dark complexioned daughter. Her husband was as handsome as Adonis. Theirs was a love marriage.

She came down from the car. He was looking at her from the corner of his eyes. Soon giggling girls and women took her inside. She was sitting there, her heart full of happiness and dream.

When she heard, “Ketan could not find a better match for himself? She is ugly. There must be some defect in Ketan, otherwise he would have never married her.”

“Hush aunty. The defect is in you. You showed it by saying those cruel words loudly, its her day, don’t ruin it. Ketan knows a diamond that’s why he picked up one.” Another voice retorted.

But her spirit sank.

Sharmishtha basu