Thursday, October 27, 2011

More flash fiction-55 word stories




Pause
The monitor suddenly stopped beeping almost causing his heart to stop. The surgeon, intent on his work, didn’t even notice. The anesthetist placed his hands on the patient pulse and found it steady. He realised that the power supply to the monitor had failed and the patient was fine. His own heartbeat returned to normal.

Victim
The new teacher would be his next victim, he decided. After all, he was the terror of the school.  He waited for her to enter the class, ready for the confrontation. The lady entered the class, looking like a frightened doe. One look at her eyes, and he was struck dumb. He was in love.

Compromise
The broker counted the money, stashed it away and smiled. “Don’t worry, sir. Your son’s admission to medical college is assured. Just ask him to leave at least eighty percent of the answer sheet blank.” He had been upright all his life but had to compromise with his principles for the sake of his progeny.

Resume
He sat alone in his flat, nursing his beer which had gone flat a long time back. He wondered if he had been a little more understanding and a little less egoistical, Reena would still be with him. “Come back into my life, Reena. I am sorry.” He wished that life had a resume button.

Trouble
He paled as he perused the ultrasound report. His wife was carrying triplets this time. The twins had just turned four and it was the right time for an addition to the family, they had thought. “We wanted one more, but God decided to send us triplets?!!” He thought. “Now we are in serious trouble.”


Shock

The attractive girl was dressed to kill. She needed to, as  one of the highest paid call girls of the city, she had certain obligations to her clients.After all, looks were everything!
The bell rang and she opened the door, expecting another 'dirty old man.'
She was shocked to see her dad standing there.

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Sunday, October 23, 2011

Flash fiction- yet more 55 word stories



 Eye witness
The one room chawl accommodated the entire family of seven. The newly wedded couple could not stay away from each other for long and sneaked away for a tryst. As they made out on the terrace, oblivious to the discomfort and the cold, the lone cat blinked at them, a mute witness to their passion.



Murder
Murder, she thought. Sprayed almost the entire contents of the insecticide and went to sleep, confident that the vermin would be exterminated by the morning. But a nasty surprise awaited her. When she woke -up early next morning, her kitchen was overrun by cockroaches as usual. Spray had not worked. Time to phone pest-control, she decided.



Accident
It was their tenth marriage anniversary and he had forgotten about it. After waiting the whole day for some kind of acknowledgment, his wife gave him hell and they ended up fighting bitterly as usual. He could not sleep; and while tossing and turning, he wondered whether their marriage was an event or an accident.



Amnesia
The frail old lady stared blankly.
 “Do you remember the day I got my medical degree! You were so happy.” Her daughter said with a cheer she did not feel in her heart. In fact the only thing she felt was a deep dread as she recognized the relentless progress of symptoms of Alziemer’s disease.



Hysteria
The mobiles started ringing at midnight as the rumors about the imminent flood spread throughout the city. By four in the morning, the entire city was awake and on the roofs, prepared for the sudden deluge. But the river waters never rose and Yamuna flowed serenely, as if laughing at the phenomena of mass hysteria.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Indian History by a Schoolboy!!!



This is an email forward I received. Too funny not to share so here it is.......




Monday, October 10, 2011

An ode to Jagjeet Singh


Jagjeet Singh is no more! I and countless other fans all over the globe feel a sense of personal loss. It is like losing a very close relative or someone very near your heart.  Jagjeet Singh was the voice of an entire generation. Many of us who did not have an Urdu background developed a taste for the language and its poetry solely because of the magical voice of Jagjeet Singh.  Urdu ghazals came alive through his wonderful compositions. God had blessed him with a unique voice which was literally one in millions. His was the voice of poetry, the voice of romance, the voice of love, the voice of purity, the voice of devotion and much more to millions of us.
The same destiny, which had endowed him with a bounty of talent which endeared him to people all over the world; had deemed it fit to give an unhappy personal life. But mysterious are the ways of the Almighty and we, mere humans, cannot even begin to comprehend the vagaries of fate. But whatever Jagjeet Singh lost in the way of personal happiness; he poured it all out in his ghazals. His ghazals are an endless source of myriad emotions and generate a kaleidoscope of feelings.
Jagjeet Singh may have gone, but he will live in the hearts of his fans forever and his ghazals will continue to delight generations.
I am sure that music lovers all over the world will join me in praying for his soul.
Jagjeet Singh, may you find happiness, eternal peace and salvation at the feet of the Almighty.