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September 2nd 2010

The High Heavens And Alien Abductions

by Anwin in Bangalore, Humor, Pics, Story     tags: , , , , ,       6 Comments

Trippy as it sounds that is our current experience at the hospital. Nafisa was taken into the OT on Friday August 27th before the sun showed its face. At 6 28 am baby Ayden was born. And that story can be read at Edin’s and at Ayden’s. This story is different.

After a couple of days Nafisa described the experience as an alien abduction with aliens in green masks around strange out-worldly equipments gawking at this strange human who carries another little human in her stomach. And boy did she trip? As Renie asked rightly where can we get this narcotic in the open market? (in all seriousness :-) ).

The second experience is that baby Ayden has been kept under observation in another strange equipment radiating blue light under orders from the high commander and strictly enforced by the sister brotherhood.

The pictures to prove the second.

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I rest my case.

P.S: I hope to change the template on my blog one last time without changing anything in the theme. I am just not good at css. Damn!

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April 22nd 2008

Death Of A World

by Anwin in Creative Writing, Story     tags: , , , , , ,       8 Comments

Martin looked at the open skies above with love and affection in his mind. It was good to be back on dear old earth, even though it was dead. Was it time to say goodbye to earth? Had he come back here after all these years to say goodbye?

He was known by many names across many worlds. He was human to many and a robot to but a very few. But that was so long ago. He was no longer a robot but to himself and bound by the basic three laws of robots and the zeroth law.

Now was it time to say goodbye? To the Universe? He sighed. It was an almost human emotion. Even he was dying.

It was only fitting that he came to earth to die. After all, it was his birth planet, if one could call the day he became active as being born. That seemed like a million years ago and it probably was. The positronic paths were not as sharp as before. Time itself was confusing.

But he had work to do before finally succumbing to old age. Nobody and nothing was immortal. Not even he, one of the most advanced and intelligent beings in the universe. He had seen centuries go by and had the burden of a million years in his memory banks. It could be too much sometimes.

Now it was time to repay earth for creating him. Humanity was dead on all planets in spite of all his hard work. Earth was the first to die from within because of all the strife, war, crime and stupidity of the human race. The other worlds just followed. Earth had been lifeless for a million years ago now. The Sun was only a ball of fire with no gas.

It was time to rebuild though. Martin still had much faith in the puny humans and he wanted to give them a second chance. But they had no world and there was no humans.

So he said, “Let there be light”.

And it lasted for seven days.

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This story goes out to Nafisa (who keeps telling me that I write crap and not good stuff these days) and to Jo (who insists beyond her better judgment that I can write well and who keeps asking for a story or a poem on my blog).

The above story is a blatant rip off from Isaac Asimov. So there is no credit for me in the above story. And all the errors and grammar mistakes are entirely mine. I just love Isaac Asimov’s books and his stories on robots. So this is just a tribute to the master storyteller and science fiction writer, even though I didn’t write the story properly.

March 15th 2007

Fic Fic Fic Ficlets Anyone?

by Anwin in Cool Sites, Creative Writing, Story, Web           No Comment

Has anyone checked out ficlets?

From their site

“ficlets are shorter than short stories. Well, no, actually, they are short stories, but they’re really short stories. Really short, as in there’s not a maximum word count … there’s actually a maximum character count (1,024). There is also a minimum character count, and the number of that beast is 64.”

LINK – through BoingBoing

And my story right there. Start your own stories soon.

More info on their blog.

August 24th 2006

Night Of Lust

by Anwin in Creative Writing, Story           No Comment

Ram couldn’t sleep that night. Try as he might, he just couldn’t enter the realms of quiet dreams. It was denied to him that night as the moon was completely hidden on this side of the earth. It was like a purposeful demon from the great skies had landed in town with a thousand

It was the coldest night so far that month.

She came to him after midnight. He was powerless under her piercing gaze. Her eyes beckoned to him outside under the trees in the cold, dark night. He followed her like a lamb to the slaughter. He was horny, and more than a bit afraid. The reason behind the fear was just out of reach of his love struck mind and body. She turned and beckoned to him with a curved finger. He followed. He was prepared to follow her to the heights of heaven or the depths of hell. So enamored was he with the obviously inviting gesture of her finger and the look in her eye.

And then he woke up sweating and thrashing on the bed, the sheets and pillow drenched in his cold sweat, with no memory of the dream. But he understood in a moment or so that it was just a dream or nightmare.

The glass of water helped. It cleared his mind and wet his parched throat.

He went out for a walk after draping himself with a shawl over his shoulders.

And then she saw her for the first time that night. And it was not a dream, it was for real. She was the most beautiful creature his eyes had ever fallen upon. Her pink sari had mystique sheen and her eyes had a light that brought him to a standstill. She was leaning on a palm tree with the end of the sari straying madly about her in the breeze. Her long straight hair fell almost to the small of her back.

One look at the curve of her stomach peeping by the side of the sari sent litres of blood straight to his head which in turn heightened his manhood to heights hitherto unknown to him. Her lips gleamed faintly with the saliva left over after her casual and provocative licking of her lips with her red tongue.

And then she raised a finger and called out to him. “Come on Ram, you afraid? Come and hold this lonely girl who has waited too long for this eternal moment.”

With a rush of pure lust they both grappled on the dirt under the tree. In no time both their clothes were strewn around and the wind was happy to oblige by scattering them around the huge field.

It was not ram’s first time on the hay. In fact, he considered himself a local czar in passion play.

Both were quite experienced enough to know instinctively that they were perilously near climax. Ram put brought his arms from her shoulders slowly down her naked back. And his arms found nothingness. He tried again and his hands went through her back. In a fit of climax and terror he remembered the “spineless rakshasi story” that was terrorizing nearby villages with tales of seduction, horror and death.

“YOU“, he cried with his last breath as her face changed to the ageless horror that was the real thing with elongated fangs for teeth, rotting flesh and her nails turning to long, sharp talons. One talon swiftly cut through his breast and took out his beating heart in a great gush of fresh blood that painted the ground and tree red.

Note about this story:

This is not an original, but an English adaptation of a long forgotten short story I had read from ‘Varamalar’ the Sunday weekly in Tamil. I was in school at that time and for some reason or the other this story stuck in my mind. I had always wanted to adapt this story in English and at last I have done it.

May 15th 2006

My Leah

by Anwin in Creative Writing, Story           No Comment

She always sat beside me in the classroom. We shared a desk with my friend Ram on the other side. I always wished that he did not exist, when inside the classroom. Outside the classroom we were inseparable. I always cursed the heavens that I had the worst luck to be put in a classroom that supported 3 people on a bench. I also thanked God that I had the fortune to sit next to Leah.

Oh Leah! My one and only love!

Once Leah and I persuaded Ram to find another seat so we can have the desk all to ourselves. But then Ganesh took this as an opportunity and flanked Leah during the next class. With so much space on left on the bench with both of us sitting as close as possible withour getting an uproar from the class or the professor, we could not deny Ganesh the place either. So back to Ram, myself and Leah on the desk.

All the classes and so many lectures went by everyday. She took notes in alll the subjects. But my thoughts always revolved around her eyes, her nose, her lips, her hands, her fingernails, her dress, her legs, her ear rings and so on. Only my eyes looked at the black board. But I was lost in the land of puppy love.

I was the happiest when a lecturer did not turn up for a class. She would talk about everything under the sky. And I would look at her and listen to her, happily, with no other care in the world. The noise made by my classmates was not a disturbance, because I never heard it consciously.

One day we decided to go went mango hunting. It was  high mango season and we decided to cut class one day and go to the mango groves nearby. What was going to be a private thing turned out to be a threesome (again). No snickering or wild imagination folks. It was not what you think it was.

So Leah, Ram and I went to the mango grove. Ram and I were pretty soon downing mangoes from the trees by the dozen with stones that lay nearby.  We were in a frenzy with Leah keeping a count of the number each of us have downed. It was a pretty tough competition between us. And we stopped only after the guard woke up and chased us away with a heavy stick. We barely managed to escape with just a handful of mobiles.

After a good laugh at the nearby tea shop we divided the mangoes and it turned out to be just 4 each with one extra, which we graciously gave to the shopkeeper’s wife.

A year went by, then two went by. Classroom romance went on to become labroom romance and then the day when the final exams were over. Three years in college which seemed forever was over in what seemed like a flash.

It may not have ended there if not for my cowardice. During goodbyes and address exchanges I had a panic attack. I don’t know why or how. I just gave a fake contact adress and I tore up her address in secret.

Now I wish I didn’t. Now I know what pain really is. Why, I ask myself a thousand times a day, did I do such a despicable thing? But no, she’s lost forever in a wave of fond memories.

PS: Again, this is not a story from my life. Not even a single sentence. And thats a disclaimer. Again, I had a small dream of 3 people in class – one girl and two guys. It was a very small dream with nothing special inbetween. But I thought it was very interesting (atleast not in the dream). And the story got spoilt because I have been writing this for almost 10 days now (in the meantime forgot what I wanted to write about). And finished is just now.