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The Forsaken - Part 8

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 6 * Part 7

She was looking at the door every five minutes from the kitchen. She had already placed the diary in it's usual place, on Nikhil's bed. Hours had passed, but there was no sound from behind the doors.

Did he get the diary ? Is he sleeping ? She thought as she glanced the glass of water on the kitchen platform. The pill was lying down half dissolved.  Her heart was beating faster, with increasing restlessness, she was just moving clumsily, passing Nikhil's room many times.  She had done one more important thing, to break the Nikhil's room latch from inside.

Then as she was passing by by his room yet again, she heard him and rushed inside. The room was dark. He was wet with perspiration. He was quivering. Pulling his legs towards himself, he was crying like a child.

***

It was cold. He entered the gate. He didn't wanted to, but still he entered. The compound speeded the memories back.

The small kid walking …

The Forsaken - Part 7

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 6

'Nikhil can be treated with medication. His hyperactive mind can be calmed by medicines. But I think the diary is not an account of just his imagination. There is more to it. So I have decided to take a chance before starting the course. We'll help Nikhil to take a step further'


She kept looking at him, he indentified the puzzled look at her face.

He opened the diary to the last page. 'If Nikhil reads the diary, then he would take a step in' He paused waiting for question, but she was silent, somewhat frightened.

'He will enter the compound. And maybe then we'll know what is the building about...' Though I think I have a clue, he said in mind.

As he said, he scribbled in the diary, 'I ENTER THE GATE', he knew he was taking a risk on Nikhil's part.

He handed the book to the old woman, and a packet that he had packed beforehand. 'These are medicines. In case Nikhil reacts, you give him one tabl…

The Forsaken - Part 6

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5He knocked on the door. The door opened immediately, as if she was right at the door waiting for him. He greeted her with a warm Namaste. His arrival was itself a big support for her. He sat at the wooden chair near the window. The window opened into the plush green fields and the cold mountains added the chill. The house was years old, probably passed over generations. The sparse wooden furniture gave it a cosy, inviting feeling. She signalled him to a door at a corner. He nodded. 'I'll get you a tea', she said as she disappeared from hall, but peeking from the corner of the kitchen door.A knock. No response. Another knock. The door opened. At the door was a handsome guy standing with attentive brown eyes peering him. He didn't look more than nineteen. He looked uncomfortable in front of the new person and his expressive face revealed this to the psychiatrist. 'Hi Nikhil. I am Vikram. You can call me vicky. How are you doi…

The Forsaken - Part 5

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4The fall seemed eternal. As he stood up, he gawked at the stairs.Is this real or is this a nightmare that always pulls him into the darkness.  These doubts once used to call into question his mind, but no more they summon. The people, the place, the air seemed so real that it was incomprehensible that all this could be an illusion. He was not just seeing it happen, but living it. They talk, listen, live with him. Why people say that his mind is playing with him ? He never had answers, nor do he have any now.The same abandoned path..the same stairs...the same Woman in Red....The woman'd been taking him to the same desolate building in the cold night. But he just been keeping the distance from it. The place was what he was running away from. He hated to be in the vicinity. He'd been loosing peace he'd managed after such a long time. The place was making him crazy. ***She had the diary in her hand. The old woman looked with hope as she handed …

Coming up

Last few days I was traveling, the reason why I couldn't post on the blog.

I was yearning for a break, and the holiday was heaven-like. Far from the daily hassle, I was enjoying in a beautiful Konkan village.

Coming up on the blog would be the next part of Forsaken  & a post on my trip to a wonderful village called Harnay in Konkan reagion of Maharashtra.

Keep watching this space :)

The Forsaken - Part 4

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3


The old lady looked  tired and frail.


She began, My daughter and son-in-law were happily married. When they gave me the news of Nikhil's birth, I was on seventh heaven. I was with them for quiet sometime. But later I returned to village. I was happy to see the perfect family, grateful to God. I had everything that one wishes. But one day the ugly news shuddered me, the news of accident. I immediately reached my daughter's place. I felt terrible. Only Nikhil survived the accident. Since that day Nikhil is everything for me.The old woman was weeping as she shared the deepest pain that she'd be trying to forget all this years.

Sobbing, she continued, I brought him to village, thinking that time will heal the wounds. But he was just 10. I tried to divert his attention away from the loss but he was too shocked to overcome the situation.  He stayed aloof and lost. The accident took a heavy toll on my health too. My health was degrading, sometimes bedri…

The Forsaken - Part 3

Part 1 * Part 2

Her almost white face brought a chill down his throat. Her very existence seemed so superficial. But somehow he didn't panic with her appearance. They were silent, looking into each other's eyes. His heart that was beating fast few moments earlier had calm down. Her rheumy eyes were capturing and he followed them as she walked away from him, probable leading him to the mystery he was trying to decode earlier. He followed her. The thought of running away never came in his mind back. He was inadvertently lost to her spell.
She walked few feet ahead of him, having a sly luring glances to him in between. She stopped. He stopped behind her, at a distance. Straight ahead was a large building. He was jolted with the sight. His face turned red. The woman brought him to his Rubicon, the one that had jolted him for years, never wanted to return there. He was restless and now crying. He will not be able to stand it again.
***
The solitary phone in the solitary clinic rang,…

Happy Diwali

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The sweets are prepared, the crackers are lighted, the diyas are burning, the Rangolis is beautifying the door, wishes are exchanged, smiles and smiles are spread all around, coz It's DIWALI

The festival has its uniqueness, of celebration and joy, of spending and eating, of lights and sound.


Happy Diwali to all my blogger friends ! May all your wishes come true this Diwali :)






The Forsaken - Part 2

But his affinity towards demonic fantasy from childhood and his stubborn nature was telling him, what he wanted. He took the first step, up the stairs...Read the First part here

The wild apprehension was making him sweat profusely. His eyes narrow, throat dry desperately seeking for water, mind trying to be attentive every second, in anticipation of something evil to happen any second. He kept his pace slow, rhythmic, with every step watching up and down, gulping the snot down. He was now much high that he couldn't see the bottom of the stairs, just hazy sinisterly fog that added to his vulnerability. He knew he was in danger.

A slight sound. He tried to understand what could it be. Before he could decrypt, it happened just again, as if somebody was approaching down. His eyes were wide open as if not wanting to even a blink, tears rolled down, of fear, of a feeling the end.  It would be too late to try running down. His body was frozen, mind trying hard to find a solution. He knew h…

Caliber

A guy hitchhikes to Alaska in his search of his "Alaskan Odyssey", a dream to stay off-civilization all on his own, stays there for long and when decides to get back to civilization, to share experience, the happiness with others, gets trapped in the wild and dies of starvation.

Just finished reading Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer. And witnessed what it means to abandon everything to live a new life, life to identify oneself, test one's caliber, a guy Christopher McCandless does it all but couldn't make it back. As he went after dream, under hubris, he made some mistakes that consequenced in his death. We may have plans but Nature has it's own. What we think may be overturned by nature, we have to follow it's course, understand its starkness, understand the survival. But what is commendable about this guy is he took the decision, and lived the decision. Tough he made mistakes, his naivete, unluck, cost his life.

I finished reading the book at 2 a.m. While ever…

The Forsaken - Part 1

The night walk had turned out to be interesting. He was new to the place and wanted to familiarize with the surroundings, but the alienated but fallow surroundings were serene yet haunting. With the hectic office schedule, he had not yet made any new friends. So he continued to walk alone in nights, taking in the cool breeze that also brought the saline essence from the sea. After moving from the old jostling area, the new calm and silent roads by the sea, interrupted just by the waves was like a paradise for him. After all he had worked day and night to buy a dream beach side house, tough secluded, it meant a lot to him.

From few days he was feeling clam and good. There was no pressure. But there was some strange thing about this place. Whenever he passed by, just next to that unoccupied bungalow, he hallucinated dark stairs that went up the sky. Limitless, they disappeared in the dark clouds above it. The stairs had a mystic look. No railings but just plain eroded blocks like an arch…

Flight to the moon & back

We have plans. Plans for achieving success what we ambition for. But apart from all these ambitions and a long haul to achieve them, do we have a secret getaway dream ?

A beautiful home at the foot of the alps, perhaps the Himalayas. A porch swing, sitting on, you watch the clouds covering the tip of the alps, the sudden rains and the misty climate that it renders into. Or traveling & spending time in all the beautiful places in the world, assimilating the beauty of nature and culture.


Rohan once commented I am still in the mountains, that was sometime after I returned from the Himalayan trek. Actually even now I am still in the mountains. I look forward to visiting it again. For me Nature is my Haven. For somebody else, like a techie, a replenishing dream could be building a robot. Dreams are different per personality.

Dreaming other-worldly doesn't mean drifting from reality. After all, reaching those dreams needs money. We have to earn that dreams-come-true life.

It all depend…

Thoda emotions Thoda filmy

I am not that filmy. But one thing for sure, if I start with one, I can never leave it in middle. In fact there isn't even one film that is half-watched. Wait a minute there is one, Krishh (I guess you know the reason). Even though our Bollywood films have been the sames love triangle stories, there are many flicks that are worth watching more then once.

Here are few scenes that left back an impression. I am categorizing them by emotions.

Love
I am not scenic but don't know why but one scene that really touched me was the climax of 'Tere naam' when Radhe (Salmaan Khan) returns to the asylum after finding the death of Nirjara (Bhumika Chavla).I couldn't recollect any love/romantic scene good enough to refer here.

Craziness to win love
One shot that I brings smile to my face is the scene in Deewana Mastaana when Juhi is playing tennis and both Anil Kapoor and Govinda arrive in court to cheer her, and that's when they confront each other. And then comes the burst…

Deadly shayari

I have been watching the season 2 of "Entertainment ke liye (Aur) bhi kuch karega". Those who watch the show might know that after every performance, the judges Anu Malik & Farah Khan give their priceless comments. Anu Malik's comments are always his so-called shayaris (Thank God he doesn't sing on the show).

I have never heard a sensible one from him, but one yesterday he broke all records, and afflicted with most drastic shayari of his lot. It was a performance of twin brothers (two) who did their zatka matkas from Judwaa film. And now hold your breath, it's time for Anu Malik's shayari. Here it is -

Cake se bana anda
Anda se bana Cake
Tum dono ho asli
Koi nahi hai fake

Now tell me, isn't this deadliest ? Do you have one that can break this ?