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5月16日 Overheard cellphone conversationAnother (less than)55 word story. Previous story here : http://pkblog.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!4B4283C05D2C470!433.entry
She: Kya re tu mujhe phone nahin karta aajkal?
He: ...(can't be heard).
She: Tow kya hua? Mai missed call to karti hoon!
1月4日 I See You(A very filmy story):Continuing the 55 word story series (The last one here)
I See You(A very filmy story):
Wheeled out of ICU he awaited as they took his eye bandage off. Blind since birth, Ramu could hardly control his excitement. "Mai dekh sakta hoon", he screamed. "Mai Dekh Sakta hoon Maa". He got up and tried to hug the figure in front of him. "Dude, I am not your Mom" said the man. 5月8日 Deewar in 55Vijay-anthi and Ravi-na met under the deserted J.J flyover one dark night. The location was reminiscent of their childhood and ultimate separation. The lassy NRI bragged and teased the sari clad housewife. “Aaj Mere paas gaadi hai, bangla hai, bank balance hai,….. Tumhaare paas kya hai? Hain?”. Ravina quipped, “Mere paas kaam waali bai hai!”.
10月27日 55? Not again!Here I am, addicted to the 55 fever. Here is another page (no 55 words) from my life. The first one is here: 1
Pyaari knew age was catching up on her. She no longer possessed the beauty and liveliness that once won his heart. Every passing day increased her insecurities. How could he forget all the time they spent together? And then, the day arrived. He traded her in for Chamakchallo, the much younger impact-orange Jeep Wrangler.
Yes, I write this almost a year after I traded in my first jeep for my second.
Since I am on the roll anyways, let me endow you with another.
He woke up startled and stared into the darkness surrounding him. The dreadful sensation between his thighs was returning. How long will it last this time? Clueless, he started to cry, quietly first and then aloud. Suddenly the lights went on and a grumpy face popped in. It was time to change his diapers.
The story above is for my friends who recently turned parents or are going to soon.
10月26日 55 me baby!Impressed by Mustang and motivated by Sunil I thought of trying a 55 myself. A small exercise in talking less and communicating more.
The challenge: To write a story in 55 or less words.
**** Here we go*****
The traffic suddenly came to a crawl.
“Huh?” he wondered.
The fog stood between him and the answer.
Ages later he saw tail lights speed off and vanish after the flashing lights of newly installed Amber Alert. The alert was still obscure. At last he read it and sped off yelling.
“TESTING 1234567890”. “@#@$@”.
****The End*******
Meanwhile, if you are still with me consider Oxfam and CARE for your generous donations for the earthquake relief.
As for the story, send all your suggestions etc. I might need some to get better at it. Btw, the story above is a personal experience of yours truly. 10月24日 Pk langde pe matt ro!Sprained my right ankle while playing racquet ball. This entry celebrates the occasion.
Which reminds me of the last evening of my 3rd grade(standard) diwali vacation. I was, what, seven? Innocent, bubbly and cute(no no.. really!). There are conflicting reports(two) of that day. Truth be told, my friends conspired and made me jump off a height. I remember landing safely, but don't remember ever getting up. My childhood friends still maintain that I was trying to do an Amitabh Bachchan. Apparently some one had heard me say "Did you know he can jump of the cliff and never get hurt" a few days after I saw Yaarana. The theory was instantly and widely accepted. To add insult to injury my parents believed the lie too! Everyone in the C2 complex started recognizing me as "Wo uddi maaraa tha na" (That boy, who jumped!).
My dad transferred out of the city next year and we spent the next 14 years in Indore. Nostalgic, I visited the neighborhood after I was posted in the same city for my first job. I met one of the Auntieji* I recognized from those years. I said "Namaste Auntie! Pehchana?"(hello do you recognize me). She looked at me for a while trying to place me in some era of her life. Then she smiled and said ..
"Wo uddi maara tha na!"
*Its common in India to call people your parent's age as Uncle/Auntie. |
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