a tall tale...

Oh Wait

2012-01-03T20:14:00.000+08:00

For Friends,
For Family.

Oh Wait

Big Boy

2011-09-06T23:36:00.001+08:00

What is the boundary between being a child and being a big boy?

When does one become bigger or when does one stop being little?

The story is at Big Boy

Laughter

2011-05-01T00:51:00.000+08:00

Is it not what defines a man, the ability to laugh?

Laughter

Red Soil

2011-01-20T13:29:00.004+08:00

Every day he toiled on his land,
He was his land and his land was he.
His livelihood, his body,
His mind his everything.

The story is at Red Soil

P.S. ( I never put a picture, but then this picture was perfect. Courtesy Rediff)

Refresh, Relive, Rejoice

2011-01-11T12:52:00.000+08:00

Memories of the past are your mind's ways of keeping you rooted to the present, and making sure that the future is as efficient as it can be.
Based off 1984 (George Orwell)

The story is at Refresh, Relive, Rejoice

Heartbreak

2010-11-23T14:37:00.002+08:00

The start, long ago

The end, here and now.

The story is at Heartbreak

P.S. I know that I have not been writing as much as I have wanted to. But this I could not pass up on.

I will miss you too

2010-03-25T05:03:00.004+08:00

When you are here,
Even when you are not,
I will miss you too

The story is at

I will miss you too

The story is a continuation of my previous post
The ledge on the sixteenth floor
~aditya

Moved to Google Docs

2010-03-25T04:52:00.001+08:00

Just to let you know, I have moved all stories to Google Docs and have changed the link on all stories before.

If you ever want to download the file, there is a link on the upper left corner that lets you do that.

Thanks

~aditya

Fear

2010-03-24T04:05:00.001+08:00

There was a faint rustle from behind her. She did not want to look, she had heard horror stories before about those who had looked. She quickened her pace and walked on.

There was a chill breeze blowing and she pulled her jacket around her, in the hope that it would protect her from more than the cold.

The rustling continued. To her it might have sounded like a million things, the sound of a man’s footsteps on the leaves, a fearsome animal creeping up on her before devouring her.

Oh how she hated those leaves, the same leaves that had been so far covered in piles of snow and now that the snow had melted, they had been freed to set fear into the hearts of lonely women who walked by.

Her every step was followed by the dry rustle. It was late, there was no one on the streets and today of all days, she had chosen to take the road with no lights on which no one lived.

It was not as if there were no houses on that road, there were houses, and magnificent houses at that. One a fine summer day, the road reminded her of the bygone era, where everything was splendorous, where things were not as dark and gloomy as today. But today was not a bygone era, it was today, there were no one living in these houses and she was scared.

The weather in this part of the country was always fickle, it was fine one moment, where one could see countless stars and the next it would get cloudy and dark. It did.

A faint drizzle started. Any other day, she would have loved walk around in the drizzle, feeling the tiny droplets on her face and her arms as she soaked up the world around her. This was not any other day.

The houses seemed to have changed as the sun set. She had been fed stories about how the dark ones come out when the sun goes out. She wished she had never heard those stories, but she had.

“Where is the light at the end of the road when you need it,” she asked herself, as she tried to still quicken her pace. However, unless you are running there is only so fast you can walk and no more. She did not want to run, lest show to the rustling leaves behind her that she was scared.

The breeze got faster, the chill in her bones, deeper and sounds of the rustling leaves, the thing on the rustling leaves closer.

In one daring act, an act of defiance, she turned around. Everything was dark, she could hardly see a thing.

“I am not afraid, I am not scared,” she yelled into the darkness, hoping that her so called lack of fear would drive the fear away. It did not.

The rustling got closer, her foe, the leaves told her that her final moments were near.

She turned away, in the direction she was walking; she could not bear to look. Finally, in one all compassing swoop, the rustling surrounded her and she was now devoid of fear.

~aditya

There is a delay

2010-02-06T20:00:00.002+08:00

Hello to the very few who might have actually wandered out here without knowing. The story writing has taken a back seat under the pretense that there is just too much to do. However, I am going to be back, and real soon at that.

~aditya

Final walk

2009-07-09T00:36:00.005+08:00

Lonely and alone
He takes his final walk

The story is at Final Walk

P.S.
The story borrows a lot from Fyodor Dostoevsky's The Idiot. You can read more about the book here and here

A finger's touch

2009-06-25T16:21:00.005+08:00

Let the world decide
The worth of my love.
All I have now
Is just a finger's touch

The story is at A Finger's Touch

It burns

2009-06-24T00:21:00.003+08:00

A temple, a lamp
A wick and a match,
O they burn

The story is at It burns

Swan song

2009-06-12T12:11:00.002+08:00

To hear the song one more time, I would give my last breath. It will be my Swan Song

The story is at Swan Song

Departure

2009-06-12T11:58:00.004+08:00

The French never say good bye. They use Au Revoir, Until I see you again.
Departure is not an ending, it is just a new beginning.

The story is at Departure

Divorce

2009-05-29T18:07:00.003+08:00

We have been together, now it is time to part.

Even though I do love you, I am getting a Divorce

I am sorry my love, is all I can say

Alcoholic Love

2009-04-30T03:25:00.004+08:00

Give me courage
Give me strength
To fight the evils
And the good
All inside me.

Alcoholic Love

Drawing to a close Two stories

2009-04-30T03:20:00.006+08:00

There have been two things that have intrigued me,

Finality, the ending of everything

And the silence that follows that end.

~Aditya

I love you - One sided

2009-03-17T14:13:00.003+08:00

"Hey, I just called to say that I love you. I forget the number of times I say it."

"Am I sure? No. That is why I say it so many times."

-Aditya

P.S. (This was a line that did not require more to it.)

Just another job

2009-03-07T14:59:00.004+08:00

Are we are jobs?
Is the job just a means to an end,
Or is it the means to everything?
50% of a day goes to work, so how important is it?

The story is at Just Another Job

Cheap

2009-01-16T02:14:00.006+08:00

Buy one, get one free,
Sale, Big sale, upto 60% off

Oh, what do people do for Cheap things?

If you missed the link in the above, the story is at

Cheap

Temple on the hills

2008-12-25T03:15:00.004+08:00

My omnipresent Lord,
I house thee,
In this lowly temple,
One on the hill.
Please over look us,
Create, protect, destroy
Lord, we are your cattle,
You are the mother
And the father.
We rest in peace,
Knowing you are there above.

The story is at Temple on the hills

Sincerely yours

2008-12-21T00:27:00.005+08:00

What a web we weave....

Someone told me once, "There are emails and there are phone calls. But then there are written letters, hand written ones. They give such a personal touch, don't you think so?"

The letters I write these days are signed Sincerely yours
Aditya

Lovers on a bench

2008-11-13T18:56:00.004+08:00

We sit together,
Your smile for my chatter.
My lover, my friend.

The story is at Lovers on a bench

Pick and choose

2008-09-27T02:20:00.004+08:00

Red,
Blue,
Green,
Yellow,
What do I do,
How do I choose?

Red,
Red,
Red,
Red,
What do I do?
Which red do I choose

It is a matter of picking and choosing.

Dedicated to AH, another "published" work, one of many more to come.....

Bedroom

2008-07-05T02:35:00.005+08:00

No buildup, no introduction. Just the story.
No essence, no filled up space. Just the story

The story is at Bedroom

The raindrops

2008-06-03T01:23:00.005+08:00

Each moving down of its own accord,
Now forced up by wind, so fast.
The raindrop moves up,
For it has no choice.

The story at Raindrop

Bend in the road

2008-04-14T22:49:00.004+08:00

We walk a thousand miles,
A thousand miles we cross,
A million faces,
A billion moments,
Memories, they are
Just another bend in the road

~aditya

The airplane ride

2008-04-11T22:35:00.003+08:00

My head above the clouds,
I see a view,
Of heaven on earth.
I took my head
Above those clouds,
On my the airplane ride.

~aditya

The look

2008-02-24T23:10:00.009+08:00

Annalum nokinar (He saw too)
Avalum nokinal (She saw as well)

Fire in the ice, naked to the T-bone
Is a lover's disguise, banging on the head drum
Shaking like a mad bull, she's got the look
Swaying to the band, moving like a hammer
She's a miracle man, loving is the ocean
Kissing is the wet sand, she's got the look

p.s. (the last paragraph is from Roxette's song, "She's got the look".)

Burden

2008-02-24T03:48:00.005+08:00

He works and he works
For food and for shelter.
Once done, we dispose of him.
For he can no longer carry our Burden

The conversation with a devil

2008-02-21T23:59:00.008+08:00

I walked down a road one day,
With a man, who really was not there.
He told me what I needed to hear,
He told me what I knew.
He told things, I would not even tell myself,
He told me for he was the devil.

The story is at A conversation with the devil.

P.S. The narrative style is borrowed from Fyodor Dostoevsky's 'The Brothers Karamazov'.

Loss of Interest

2007-12-22T15:08:00.002+08:00

As long as I like
As long as I am interested
I do what I want to do.
Once I lose like
Once I lose interest
I shall still do
What I want to do.

The story is at Loss of interest

Jealousy

2007-12-08T03:12:00.002+08:00

What is yours is yours,
What is his is his.
Yet, you guard yours
You guard, because it is yours.
I think I see you think
Yours, better, yours worse
You long for
What is his is yours
What is yours is yours
I, Jealousy

~Aditya

Ritual

2007-12-06T23:19:00.002+08:00

He danced around her,
She danced around him
They danced around,
It was all the part of the Ritual

~Aditya

Light from the Blind

2007-11-04T01:46:00.002+08:00

Can you see?
Coz I cant.

The story is at Light from the blind

~Aditya

A ledge on the sixteenth floor

2007-10-07T17:20:00.006+08:00

A ledge,
The wind in my face,
Nothingness in front,
Nothing behind.

The story is at A ledge on the sixteenth floor

~Aditya

Just another phone call

2007-09-29T00:32:00.002+08:00

What if a call is so important to you that the course of rest of your life depended on that?

The story is at Just another phone call

~Aditya

P.S. Dedicated the three chums of mine. Congrats dudes!

The elephant

2007-09-28T22:53:00.002+08:00

Aanai aanai azhagar aanai
(Elephant belonging to Azhagar)
Azhagarum Chokarum erum aanai
(The elephant that Azhagar and Chokar climb on)
Kaati karumbinai moorikum aanai
(The elephant that breaks a tied bunch of sugarcane)
Kutti aanaiku kombu molachuadham
(The small elephant grew tusks)
Patanam ellam pardhodhi pocham
(The entire city ran away)

The story is at The Elephant

~Aditya

Letting him go

2007-08-28T00:13:00.002+08:00

Lack of definition.

Letting him go.

The story is at Letting him go

~Aditya

P.S. This one has no story line, has no characterization, has definition of the relationship between the characters. You can interpret it as you want, I have my own interpretation.

Awakening

2007-08-18T19:33:00.002+08:00

I open my eyes
Am I awake

I close my eyes
Am I asleep?

This has nothing to do with the story which is at Awakening

~Aditya
P.S.
This story is inspired from the song Last Kiss - Pearl Jam

Smile

2007-08-10T00:06:00.002+08:00

No words to say,
A smile.

The story is at Smile

~Aditya

P.S. (Do not know why, but at a time of extreme happiness, I get inspiration to write morbid things, Death)

Father Son and Holy Ghost

2007-08-08T23:47:00.002+08:00

The father,
The son
And The Holy Ghost.

The story is at Father Son and Holy Ghost

~Aditya

Coffee Machine

2007-07-25T23:24:00.002+08:00

2 beds
And a coffee machine
I run,
I hide
From what
I do not know
From whom
I do not care

The story is at Coffee Machine

~Aditya

Emergence

2007-07-16T10:58:00.006+08:00

An obstacle,
Physical, mental.
Conquest physical, mental?

The story is at Emergence

Aditya

One - by - Two

2007-07-16T10:58:00.005+08:00

Are we one?
Or two in one?

A tribute.

The story is at One by Two

~Aditya

The Invitation

2007-07-16T10:56:00.002+08:00

An invitation,
To share dreams
Once dreamt,
Can they be re-dreamt?

The story is at Invitation

~Aditya

Betrayal

2007-07-04T11:07:00.003+08:00

One Man,
Love,
Betrayal?

(Accepted that this seems to be the cheesy title of some 'B' Grade Hindi movie. I am not able to come up with something better!!!!!)

The story is at Betrayal

~Aditya

P.S. (I am opening a can of worms, I know it! If you have a problem with the ideals, we can have a discussion)

Going home

2007-06-29T11:25:00.004+08:00

I leave work
To go to a place
A place
Where I am to be found
A place where I am lost.

The story is at Going Home

~Aditya

Voices

2007-06-14T11:10:00.004+08:00

Voices in your head,
Voices in your ear,
Voices in your voices.

The story as usual is at Voices

~Aditya

P.S> This borders on banality. Excuse the usage of words, or rather too many of those words.

Birthday

2007-06-10T01:18:00.003+08:00

Why is that day more important than the others?
Why is that one day, more valuable than the others?
Why is that day seem brighter and bluer?

The story is at The birthday

~Aditya

P.S. The people are real, the event real, the narrative fictitious!

Obsolescence

2007-06-10T01:09:00.003+08:00

What is the time upto which a man thinks of himself to be worthy of respect?
When does he become obsolete to others?
When does he become obsolete to himself?

The story is at Obsolescence

~Aditya

P.S. Let the person who thought me, know that I learnt.

The wait

2007-05-31T23:18:00.003+08:00

Why do we wait? For someone, with someone?
Why is the time that we spend waiting, seem to be validated when they arrive?

The story as usual is at The wait

~Aditya

Let the inspirer know that I have been inspired!

The lovers

2007-05-25T19:56:00.003+08:00

Love

The story is at The lovers

~Aditya

The Marriage

2007-05-19T17:03:00.003+08:00

A visit,
A life changing contract.
Unknown 'til yesterday,
Not known today,
Forever yours tomorrow.

The story is at The Marriage

Let the inspirer know,
The inspired drew inspiration.

~Aditya

The End

2007-05-09T21:44:00.003+08:00

Is revenge an answer? Can I take an eye for an eye?
If you have hurt me can I take it out on your brethren?

This story is a first person narrative of a feeling close to the hearts of millions in India.

The story is at ~
The End

~Aditya

Blindness

2007-04-12T22:00:00.003+08:00

What is really blindness?
What is sight? What is absence of sight?
What is it to give? What is it not to have?

The story is at Blindness

~Aditya

Earning your keep

2007-04-12T21:50:00.003+08:00

What does one do everything that they do?
What makes one important?
What makes one loved, wanted?
What makes one respect their existence?

The story is at Earning the keep

~Aditya

Letter to a daughter

2007-03-09T15:08:00.002+08:00

This is more along the lines of the previous post.

A letter to a daughter from a father, showing her what he is going to miss the most and what scares him the most.

The story itself is at

Letter to a Daughter

~Aditya

Letter to a Son

2007-03-05T15:30:00.002+08:00

A train journey...
A long wait...
Expectations, desires and wants!!!!
A father to a son

The story itself is at

Letter to a son

~Aditya

Coffee Break

2007-03-01T14:07:00.002+08:00

What happens when all that you hold true and dear to heart is told to be a farce? What do you do when everything that you dream is destroyed? What do you do when you are told that you are expendable?

The story itself is at

Coffee Break

~Aditya

The morning jog

2007-02-08T20:46:00.002+08:00

What does one do when they do not find meaning in their lives? Do they find meaning in theirs or try to belittle others so that theirs seems better?

A try at a a third person narration.

The story itself is at

The morning jog

Comments as usual are welcome

~Aditya

Maya

2007-01-11T23:48:00.002+08:00

The story of a girl who aims high, beyond what her horizons permit her,
The way that those dreams are brought crashing down to earth.
The story of Maya.

To read her story click on the link below.
Maya.pdf

This is the girl that I fell in love with, had the hardest time coaxing her to tell her story, and when she did, I am not sure I was able to do justice to it.
So I guess the story told is more hers than it is mine!

~Aditya

I walk alone

2006-08-29T14:20:00.002+08:00

What would you do if you are told that you are one of the most disliked people in college? What would you do if this was told to you by one of the few people that you liked and respected?

This is the exact scenario that Arun faces.

As usual, this is inspired from an incident that happened to a friend of mine. So the names may or may not have been changed. I have tried to retain the main things that happened while adding some things of my own.

The pdf

i walk alone.pdf

Aditya

To or not to

2006-07-31T03:27:00.005+08:00

There are somethings in life that one can give up. Some things that you are able to let go. This is about one of them. Memories and the effect that they have on you long after the source is gone.

For all those who want to know the source, this happened to a very good friend of mine and I was waiting so long for him to permit me to put up the story.
To or not to.pdf
Aditya

The baby issue

2006-07-09T17:40:00.004+08:00

This was inspired by "A Temporary Matter, Jhumpa Lahiri.". The story revolves around a couple, Rupa and Suresh, one looking at settling down financially before having a baby and the other desperate to have one.

The clash not only of the wants in life but also the ways of up bringing is what I have tried to show.

The pdf is available at this link.
The Baby Issue.pdf

I request you to go through the story and get back to me with comments.

The beginning

2006-07-08T20:08:00.000+08:00

I never thought that one day i shall be doing this. I have been an avid reader and for the last 6 years have dabbled in poetry. In the last 2 years, i have migrated more to prose and less of poetry.

But this blog is to deal with the stories that I write. I shall be putting up the ones that I write as a pdf file free for download. you can go through them and then comment.

I need to add a disclaimer here:
All incidents and characters in the stories may or may not be fictional. Any resemblence to people living or dead may or may not be intentional. The author (that is me) is open to comments and back lashes. But let us keep that personal.

Happy reading folks..
Aditya