The story of a nobody

That morning.....

 

I am a nobody..an average looking person. I am 5' 6"" , kind of fair but I never felt so but my mother always said I am one. So, I guess you have to believe her. I earn quite a decent but I need to take trains still to reach my office. I so dream that one day flying cars will all over the city and I can fly anywhere in a second but till then I guess I should grace the railways. I am very happy as she smiled yesterday. Yeah! she smiled at me. Can you believe that she smiled ?? I thought she never will know that I like her but today i am thinking to ask her name. I should take it slow . i don't want her to think I am desperate.

10 hours later.

Shitt! I am late ... The boss is such a moron ...what was so necessary about the meeting . I knew he was not going to attend that anyways. She must have left by now. I am such a loser , a girl smiled at me and here I am coming late when I was supposed to ask her name. I am taking it so slow. I know this is the reason none of the girls in my college liked me. Hey!! thank god !! There she is. Should I go to her??? No, I shuld wait , I should not look desperate, but it is just the name .. no I am not going, Oh god!! she is looking at me....Should I smile or not??? ....What the hell was that sound?? What is it??? ..My god!! what hit me?? Shitt!! is this blood?? Oh God !! it is blood... it is paining so much...Shitt!! my head's all shaky , I  can't stand ...why this is happening to me ...why I am hit?? Oh god!! am I going to die...it is so paining. Why is the darkness all around???...

3 more hours later...

Where am I?? Why I am in hospital??? Was it mom?? No no !! I want to see my mother.. What the hell they pushed in me... ??

9 days later.....

how long I was asleep. Why I am feeling so weak...? Why I am feeling sleepy... Mom!! I can see her.. why my hands not moving???

44 days later......

The doctors discharged me today and told me that I can go home.. I am going home in taxi.. it has been so long since I rode home in a taxi...I heard they caught one and is now in jail..

365 days later.....

I am scared !! They said in TV that it can happen again tomorrow..1 year... And I still don't know what was her name... I never saw her again...my friends say that she was hit very bad ..one bullet to her chest and one grazed through her throat..I don't want to believe them...but her smile still haunts me...and the killer is still sitting in comfort...

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This was the story of the nobody... who survived the 26/11 but lost a lot of blood and is scared, yet he embraced his life once again. all he wants to ask what was his fault that he was gunned down without any reason and why the criminal is still sitting in comfort in jail while he can't sleep in night and can't move unscared in a crowded place....

Once again ...my condolences for the deceased and admiration towards the survivors who are still fighting the odds and moving on in the 'land of opportunities' ..yeah Mumbai..the same land where a MLA was beaten by fellow MLAs as he took the oath in Hindi instead of marathi ..which is crime for some Marathi Manus who are bullying weaks yet pee their pants when it comes to fighting the real enemy...the land for which whole India cried and still prays.....This my tribute for the brave soldiers and commoners who laid down their life as they felt themselves Indians...

PS:I so wanted to write about my new relation.. but I guess today is not the day to write..so .. and God bless you all.... JAI HIND.. Stay safe...

Pic disclaimer : The image used is completely random and bear no resemblance with the character of the fiction, anything else is purely coincidental.. weblinks are intact and if objected will be removed ... thank you...

So it was Independence day on15th... and I wrote no patriotic post...as I was down with fever... so thinking of writing a patriotic post....

Naaah!!! I don't feel like writing one...though I so seriously wanna update the blog...but right now nuffin is coming in my mind..moreover I 'm having terrible weakness. and don't want to type anything....

AHH!!! Monday is such a pain in the ass....

Let me try out a 55 fiction then

She was in tears beside him and blood was oozing fast out of her veins. It was just a revolution for some but instead it blooded out her whole life. She knew he is not going to smile anymore and she knew that no one gonna part them ever now. She kissed him final goodbyes.

PS: It is my first attempt writing a 55 fiction...and gosh! it was tough...

A story that touched my heart...

Few days back....I read one story...it was marvelous piece..and the author wanted that someone take some courage to do the translation of the conversation part which was in Hindi in original...so as to make readable to the international community..
I tried for it..and mailed it to author...


Few hours later..I got an SMS from the author ..but before I could acknowledge of getting the SMS and which was not going to happen soon as I was too low on balance...I got a call from a lady with a very lovely voice...She was so happy that she wanted to acknowledge my effort real fast.. and this was really very appreciative effort of her...we then had a long discussion and I was so amazed by her efforts in the literary field and her plans..I added some of my views..though m a kid to her but to my amazement she listened and actually quite agreed to most of that...and that made me feel more elated...she was lovely to talk.... and yesterday she finally completed the edited version of my translation....and since it's my effort..I want you to all to go through the story and leave her comments ..here or in her blog Arti

Deepak walked silently on the silent road. His footsteps echoed into the silent night as with every step his shoes hit the tarmac road. His mind was racing, churning out ideas, twice per footstep. He was not really the thinker types but tonight he was forced to put on his thinking cap. Someone rightly said that the major problem with telling a lie was not actually telling the lie but remembering it when questioned for the second time.

This was one of the reasons he never lied. But the main reason for not telling a lie was that he was a simple man and had no reasons to lie. He was loyal to his family and he was hard-working and a regular at office. His friends were few but he was truthful to all of them.

Then, what had happened tonight? Why did he have to think about the lie he would have to tell at home when his wife would ask him the most obvious question? He never knew something like this would happen in his life, ever. But, there is a first time for everything. He had not pre-planned anything, it just happened. He ended up spending one hour with a hooker.

To read more please click on the link for the .pdf file...

• Translated English version with English Dialogues.. translated by Sourish (me) and edited by Author - "One hour with a hooker"
  

• Original English version with Hindi Dialogues.. " One hour with a hooker "

Photo courtesy: Vatsal

Since this is my first serious effort in literary field..It's my humble request to you to take out time for it whenever u are free.. and go thorough the complete version of it and fill in the gaps with ur views..

A reason to live for...

He was in his start of Bachelor's and she was in end of master's...Everytime he wanted to tell her about his feeling..he just couldn't muster the courage to tell her...
She was kinnda hottie in the college..starting from the freshers to college caps all had secret desires for her..he always thought..wat's new in me..may be she knew me form my childhood days..but she may had known many...she was so proud of her beauty that actually she never cared for any of the feelings towards her..he understood this coz he knew if she started caring she actually will have a whole yellow book to care about...No he had her moments wid her..when he was assigned to volunteer as security for the college fest..and she said hiii to him..it was the word which echoed still in his mind...


He shrugged and smiled. He was wondering why the sudden thought of her. He smiled again remembering he do this quite often.
He was all ready for the interview..seven long years had passed since..he was now among the topmost independent web developers ..and he had go this offer letter for the topmost company in web developing...he checked his bag..everything was ready..he is ready to fire up....


"hello! Vishal!"
"Hello mam!"

He couldn't believe that actually it was her the HR Manager in front of him..
he was feeling weak in his knees..it was too much for him to handle...she hadn't changed a bit..she was the same...same smile..same fragrance around her...

"God! you haven't changed your perfume too.."
"Excuse me" she was not able to make out anything of his mumble...
"Nothing mam! Actually I am feeling a little nervous."
" Do I know you from before?"
"Oh God!! she actually remembers me..." , he thought.
"Yes Mam! We were in same society and we were in same college too"
" Is this You? Vishu...? Oh my God! u changed a lot..who can say that it's the same frail cute boy..u have actually grown up to a hunk ..u kno dat?? "
" Yes." " Oh! I mean no!" " May be"....He was not at all prepared for this interview.


" You are just perfect for here!" she was checking his credential.
" what are you looking at?" wen she caught him staring her..
" Nothing! I am sorry..actually I was not..but m sorry" his words got muffled as She caught him the moment he raised her eyes from her fingers on tables to her face...actually she caught him the exact second when his eyes were on her cleavage while moving up from her fingers to her face..
"You boys! you people never changed...still the same as you were in college" she laughed..
" I am sorry." he got that point that he cant explain it to her and moreover her laughter was more captivating than her whole persona.

" You are selected!" " But that doesn't mean that I approved you of checking me up." she gave a nice grin.
" I am sorry! Oh! I meant thank you"
"Thank you for wat?" she asked it a little loud.
" No!I meant..I am not thank you" "I meant for the job." He was actually dying of embarrassment of getting caught in wrong action. He wanted to get off the chair and kill himself.

" Oh! sit..we havn't discussed your work " "So, where in town?"
"Actually! I was not very sure of the job..so didn't thought about it"
"I will arrange for you company house for now..till you get a nice place." "What are you doing tonight?" "Dinner??"

Wat's that..did she said dinner..Is he actually going for a date wid the lady of his dreams..

"I have a lot to catch up with you."she asked, " Vishu! You Ok?"

"Yeah! Dinner is good...I will pay. I insist"
"Who told you that I was gonna pay?" " You got the job! it's your treat time" She started laughing
" Yeah! It was meant that only". He was again caught off guard! He wanted to kill himself for saying about paying and all....



6 years had passed since then. He was standing at Flower shop. Thoughts started flying over again in his head.

" Vishu! Movie today?." "Best hall in town!" she smiled. "Pick me up at seven. Will you?"
"Yeah Shalini! Sure". He smiled.

Six months had passed since his joining and it was their 5 th official date, though they had several luncheons.

He went to her home. She opened the door.. she was not ready yet. "Is she not well! May be she dropped the movie plan" thoughts started flying but was abruptly stopped by the sound followed by her shriek "Oh God! my popcorns!"
"Wat's that..movie in her house." He never entered her house..he used to pick her up from doors only, and mostly she used to pick him up from his apartment, as he hadn't had his car until last week.

"Godfather" " you told me it's your fav"
"But I think we had to fetch up the popkorn first". He laughed as he looked at the kitchen floor.
"Yeah! it is a mess! jus like me" she looked at her disheveled hairs.
"No! you are looking beautiful!. He smiled, removing the hairs from her face.
"Don't you dare flirt with me." she smiled back.

Movie started. She snuggled up to him and took a snap of them wid her camera. "I just don't want to miss the moment. ", she smiled and he caressed her hairs falling on her face.

An hour past she was cuddled up in his arms and actually got asleep. He couldn't believe that he was actually watching the movie for last one hour and didn't noticed that she had fallen asleep in his arms. He slowly went for the remote and switched it off. He didn't wanted her to get awake by gunshots of the movie he had watched a thousand time.
She was looking so beautiful asleep in his arms. Minutes later she opened her eyes and found him looking her face. " I told you. You don't have permission to stare" she smiled.
No! Actually! you were looking so be.." His words muffled as he found her lips on his. They kissed. Every minute was like an eternity to him. They cuddled up. She removed his shirt and put his hands on her.

"wat's dat? r u a virgin?" she was laughing heartily when he removed his hand from her.
"No!" He screamed, then a moment later " Yeah! I am.. ". He was caught again off guard.
"Oh! that's sweet." she kissed him again, only knowing that she had to take the lead then.
They made love. She couldn't believe that he was actually asking her then, " Is it paining?" she was smiling thinking about the wonderful moment after so long in her alone life.

" Who is that?? " he looked at the photo frame and asked surprisingly.
"My husband! He died three months of our marriage 3 years back!" "He was returning and got in a hit and run case in Florida." she couldn't believe that she was crying, it was so long. He was his love for 2 years before they got married against his and her families wishes.

He held her in his arms and kissed her on her forehead.After a moment of silence
"I am sorry!" " I was drunk that day". " I didn't saw him until he was hit. I was so drunk and afraid"

"Get out!" "Get out Vishal." " I don't want to see you anymore"

He slowly got up and moved out. He moved out her life the very next morning.He wrote her a one liner and he dropped at her doorsteps and moved out...

"I am sorry! I love you and will miss you"



It started raining! The monsoon had just hit the city. He paid for the flowers. He got the letter three days back from a lawyer. He opened for checking the address. His eyes filled up wid tears as he caught the line.

" Shalini Verma died of cancer last week and her Will make you a trustee for the the property she left behind. "

He folded back the letter, called for the cab.

"Saint Patrick School."

An hour later. He was sitting in the Principals office.

"Sir! She is Vinni Verma"

He looked back towards the door. A little girl was standing there. She was a little doll with same hairs and same eyes. He went to her and hugged her and handed her the flowers.

" Mommy told me to give it to my daddy when he will come to take me home "
" How do you know me sweetheart? "

She handed him the envelope. It had the same photograph, that they had taken on that night, wid a line written on it's back, "Mommy loves you baby! " .
A note fell from the envelope. He picked it up and opened and found his own handwriting in it..

"I am sorry! I love you and will miss you"
with an added note..
"You could had waited! You snatched my love twice. Just take care of my last love. She misses you just like I missed you"

He held her up in his arms. He found his love back once again in his life and a reason to live for..

THE DOLL AND THE ROSE

This is a sory sum1 forwarded and i want to share wid u all.....dis is not my own..yet i cried in the end.

I was walking around in a store. I saw a
Cashier hand this little boy his money back saying
"I'm sorry, but you don't have enough
money to buy this doll."



Then the little boy turned to the old woman
Next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have
Enough money?''



The old lady replied: ''You know that you
Don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''



Then she asked him to stay there for 5
Minutes while she went to look around. She left
Quickly.



The little boy was still holding the doll in
His hand.



Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him
Who he wished to give this doll to.



"It's the doll that my sister loved most and
Wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa
Claus would bring it to her."



I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will
Bring it to her after all, and not to worry.



But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus
Can't bring it to her where she is now.



I have to Give the doll to my mommy so that
she can give it to My sister when she goes there."



His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My
Sister has gone to be with God.


Daddy says that
Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I
Thought that she could take the doll with her to
Give it to my sister.''



My heart nearly stopped.



The little boy looked up at me and said:
"I Told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her
To wait until I come back from the mall."



Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
Where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy
To take my picture with her so she won't forget me."




"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have
To leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be
With my little sister."



Then he looked again at the doll with sad
Eyes, very quietly.



I quickly reached for my wallet and said to
The boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you
Do have enough money?''



"Ok" he said "I hope that I have enough."I
Added some of my money to his without him seeing and
We started to count it. There was enough for the
Doll and even some spare money.


The little boy said: "Thank you God for
Giving me enough money!"



Then he looked at me and added "I asked
Yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have
Enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give
It to my sister. He heard me!''



"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a
White rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask
God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the
Doll and a white rose.''



"My mommy loves white roses."



A few minutes later, the old lady came again
And I left with my basket.



I finished my shopping in a totally
Different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy
Out of my mind.



Then I remembered a local newspaper article
2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit
A car, where there was one young lady and a little girl.



The little girl died right away, and the
Mother was left in a critical state. The family had




To decide whether to pull the plug on the
Life-assisting machine, because the young lady would



Not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?



Two days after this encounter with the
Little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young
Lady had passed away.



I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch
Of white roses and I went to the funeral home where



The body of the young woman was exposed for people
To see and make last wishes before burial.



She was there, in her coffin, holding a
Beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of
The little boy and the doll placed over her chest.


I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that
My life had been changed forever. The love that this



Little boy had for his mother and his sister is
Still, to this day, hard to imagine.



And in a Fraction of a second, a drunk
driver had taken all This away from him.

Do i love her??

Well ! what can i say about her...

The smile,the ingenousness and innocence brimming from the face, simply kills me.
I can sense some cosmic connection...... They say that when u want something very sincerely, and u dream abt something very badly. day in and day out, the soul of this world, will conspire to make ur dreams come true. Hoping for such a miracle!

But does'nt seem realistic. She's too far away, too rich, too intelligent, too beautiful, too busy and simply, too chimerical for me.
But like ever optimistic indians(who believe India can win a match even when it needs 20 runs off the last ball, with anil kumble on strike)...... I'll continue to dream.

After all Theodore Rossevelt has said........
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams".

Well what do you say do i love her?????

Abhishek khanna