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#152 : The Child – Short Story – Part 1


A man clothed in a form fitting suit walked up to the black BMW parked on the rear side of a swanky metallic building. With broad shoulders, and salt n’ pepper hair, he looked like George Clooney’s identical twin He walked and looked like he owned the place. There was a certain swag and arrogance to his demeanor. Of course, he owned the place. The swanky building was the R&D center of the food company he owned. He eased the vehicle out from the parking and sped off, climbing on to the highway. He glanced at the watch – a beautiful black metal Rado gifted by Rini. That watch was a constant reminder of his failure, of his loss. He wanted it to experience that pain. It felt like being stabbed with a sharp knife and twisted many times over. He could have easily junked the watch along with all her other belongings when she died, but he didn’t have the heart to. It was her gift for their first wedding anniversary. She had saved up money from the wedding expenses and had planned buying this watch for him. Afterall, for her, it was worth buying this unique piece of beauty than buying a trousseau worth a couple of lakhs. She loved wearing it as well. He loved it when she paired it with a black Jean, that precious Jimmy Cho boots and the hot pink shirt. He sighed and drove on, remembering tiny details about her. That small mole on her lower jaw, her flowery yet mild perfumer, that apple-mint smell of her after she washed it with her favorite shampoo. He clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on the wheel as he pulled into a brightly lit parking lot of a wedding hall.  Memories of his own wedding flooded him, making his mouth twitch slightly. He stopped the car and shut his eyes before going on to park the car perfectly. She had taught him to Parallel Park perfectly. He hated weddings more since her death, but he didn’t have much of a choice today as it was his business partner and friend, Ravi’s son’s wedding.

He managed to escape finally around mid-night. He felt hot and humid after all that dancing and food. He removed his coat and swung it casually, walking towards his car. He missed her badly today. His mind seemed to be on a rewind mode, playing back to back memories of each and every millisecond he spent with her. He wished they parted on a better note. She had wanted a divorce, just hours before she died. Two weeks into argument about the baby and she wanted to throw away an 8 year old relationship. They had agreed not to have kids. One night she had come back from a party, wanted to have baby. “There was an undying want to have the child” to be precise. That’s the phrase she used. The phrase seemed odd and he couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong with it. Back then, when they fought, it didn’t occur to him that there was something strange about it. Thinking of it today and again and again, there was definitely something absurd with that statement. Rini was a very straight forward person. She spoke her mind and had no qualms doning it. It was uncharacteristic of her to want something this badly in a short time and argue fiercely without a logical backing. Then she went mad, wanted a divorce.  Ultimately, they had a big showdown. She furiously left the house, driving away in her Mini and crashed. She died on the spot due to shock and a trauma to the brain. The accident, the argument, the divorce – all felt very fishy. Something was majorly off shot. The Mini couldn’t have crashed. Or at least that’s what he felt. He shook his head again out of habit. He did that when he was confused or tensed. Aging was inducing paranoia, he reasoned.

He reversed the car patiently and bang! Another black car had sped towards his car and hit from behind!

PS. I have the conclusion already thought out! So I’m hoping to finish the story by day after! Please do leave a comment if you like what you are reading! 

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#151 : A curious case of disappearance

It was a hot humid Sunday morning. The sun was playing hide and seek, but the heat was still there drinking off the strength from people going about, doing their mundane stuff outdoors.

Sunday to me meant, grocery shopping. Given that it was month end it meant provision shopping as well. Me and my husband, we started early and reach out regular shopping haunt, a big commercial store situated in Paadi. We normally split the list to shop and go about shopping so that the whole process does not turn tiresome. This particular shop is famous for cheap prices and ever crowded billing areas. Given that I’m recovering from a bout of pox, it was decided that I would stand with the trolley in tow at spot near the vegetable section.

I found an empty row and parked my trolley behind a small stack of boxes. An employee of the store was stick on price tags to the rusk packets present in the box. He then went on to stack it away on the rows for sale. I pulled out my phone and started to read a book on the kindle app. Minutes passed and the din at the vegetable area grew louder. I decided it was high time I closed the book. I couldn’t concentrate on a book with that swelling crowd. Just as I was about to pocket the phone, I felt my trolley being pushed towards me. The handle hit my mid-riff squarely and I howled in pain. That’s when I noticed that two boys pushing their trolley and trying to get out of their way. They looked like college goers and had an air of  arrogance. They apologized for namesake in that boring tone and pushed the trolley again without giving me time to move. That’s when I totally lost my cool and started blasting them off without warning. They simply threw a dirty bored looked and moved on.

I hadn’t noticed that the guy stacking the packets from the box had moved to the other side to leave way to these arrogant brats. He then consoled me saying that a lot of people are like this and they just get away with a silly apology. He told me about his plight and how often he ends up with a horrible back pain because people simply push the trolley without bothering to ask him move causing injury. They simply get away with a sorry because they are customers he reasoned.

For the next hour, until my husband returned, I counted no less than 19 instances where people didn’t bother to ask him to move. To them, he never existed. When he squeaked in pain of being hit, they apologized meekly and continued on without checking if he was okay.

He was invisible to them because he was an employee and they were the customer. Does it matter if some silly employee is injured? Does it matter if he is a human it too? Apparently it doesn’t. The most shocking observation was that all the 19 people who injured him dressed smartly, which may or may not imply that they are educated.

Evidently then, education has nothing to do with humanity. Isn’t that the whole point of having a moral science class or an ethics class? In fact, isn’t respecting humanity, the whole point of education. He is there working to ensure that his family is looked after, just like any other person. Then why the discrimination? At that moment, in that place, it felt like humanity had disappeared all together. What was curious was that, all those year of education seemed to have had no effect on intelligence. Aren’t all jobs the same? The compensation sure would different, but at the end of the aren’t we all employed people being paid for what we do?

The counter argument that it was foolish of him to work on the floor during peak hour is quite invalid in this context. He is a human. Would we treat our kith and kin if they were there in his place? He might have had his reasons, but that doesn’t warrant us to not treat a fellow human being like one. The plight of people employed in these so called super stores have already been brought to light by the Tamil movie ‘Angadi Theru’. The movie garnered rave reviews. However, that evidently hasn’t translated to compassion in real life.

Compassion & humanity = disappeared

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#150 : For The Love Of Reading


Before you go on to read this write up, to  understand the extent of the madness I subject to my tiny brain, please read these three blog posts – Of “Brutally Honest” Reviews , A letter to the nosy stranger &  An open letter to arm-chair critics.

I’ve ranted enough about the perils of being a book blogger. Upon reading the rant (mentioned above), my “well wishers” indirectly suggested that I give up reviewing. Apparently, I wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box. My reviews were in first person and that was no proper way to write a review. I didn’t use fancy words or elaborately constructed phrases to describe various aspects of the book. To top it all, I didn’t have an overflowing friend list on Facebook or a insane number of followers on Instagram. Did it all matter? Not one bit really. These criticisms never affected me for a while, but how long could one take it all. No, I’ve not wilted under the pressure of criticism.

I’ve finally taken an informed decision to quit reviewing upon requests/blog tours. There will be no more blog posts from my book blog – bookandink.weebly.com. I just posted the last review which ironically is a translated work from my native language – Tamil. I suppose it is a sign that I ought to start reading books in Tamil.

This journey of writing about books has been very interesting. I’ve met some very interesting and warm people. I want to thank all people who have supported me and put up with my late posts. I know I’m not the perfect example of sticking to the time line when it comes to reviewing. Trust me, I’m the exact opposite when it comes to other real life mundane things.

I would like to apologize to all writer’s whose books I’ve accepted and haven’t reviewed it yet. I’m extremely sorry. I cannot really promise to finish reading it, but if I do, trust me to leave at least a line about it on Goodreads or Amazon.

I ought to thank my mum who inculcated the habit of reading/writing. Mum, you have no idea how much this habit has helped me shape up as a person. Dad, words fail me when I need them the most. I can’t possibly express how thankful I am for raising me to be who I am. Vignesh, I’m sorry. I know you would be disappointed by this decision of mine, but I think it’s high time I hung the boots formally. I’ve not given up reading. I’ve just given up on reviewing.

Dhivya, this post would be incomplete without a mention of you. Thank you. You have no clue how much of an influence you were on me.

‘Why now’ would probably be the question of the hour. I re-iterate. Please read the three posts mentioned in the beginning of this blog. Imagine that rant multiplied by 100, I’ve reached the saturation point. To add it all, my day job has turned very demanding. Balancing it all right now with the state of my mind right now is difficult.

Thank you!

PS. Blimey! 150 posts already? I hope to keep this blog active. I hope to write more. Hope is all I have.