An Odyssey

There was once a boy who dreamt of the day when he could carry a star enclosed in his palms. He would stare out of the window on a starry night, watch with admiration those beautiful twinkling dots and pray to god. ' Oh God! you have so many of them cute little lights with you, why don't you give one to me. I always give my lil sis whatever i have.' His Dad would come to him smile and say , ' you work hard my boy, study hard and God will give you not one light but many in your palms.' Twenty years have passed since such a night and Hari is a man who literally plucks money off trees. He has the stars in his palms and around him. But like his Dad said it was not God who gave it to him, but a friend. His friend had given him - the magic powder which made all worries go away and which made him swim among the stars and caress them in his palm as much as he liked. Another 10 years and fate sees Hari, laid down , two cotton balls in his nose, legs lied together. And with...

"... Let the seas divide and devour me, if corruption ever raises its hood in my constituency. I will not make any false promises here. I say only what I can do and I will do whatever I have said. On this - to you,to each and everyone of you.. who stand here tired of conspiracies,and scandals and corruption and who are ill fated to be at the receiving end.. - i give my word. Remember that i was one of you , I know the pains. Most of you know how my family has suffered. It is that and the plight of my fellow beings in this constituency that made me step forward. Let us join hands and fight together. Lets say together - In this free country, we want our real freedom'. "We want our freedom.. we want our freedom", the crowd chanted with increasing amplitude.The chants were followed by a rounds of applause and slogans. The speaker stepped down of the podium and made his way to the seat. The applause failed to die down. He stood up and waved. Cacophony. Slogans and applau...

My legs are broken severely .They will be amputated . I can't stand, without a helping hand, anymore. Never, ever, will I be at the dining table with my family . I will be confined to a cold damp corner of the attic . I heard that is what people do with broken chairs .Woe is me ! A work of 55 fiction (Wikipedia) . I Tag anyone who reads this post and loves writing.Especially I Tag Chandan. Do leave a comment linking to your post if you take this tag. Status: Sitting on the floor as all the chairs in my house are broken

'I'm sorry', he mumbled, brushing past one of the few pedestrians on the cobbled sidewalk. His each step was calculated and with precision at the exact time he was supposed to make it. Today was not as usual. He had to make it big. His target today was not the usual low life double agents. But someone big, bigger than he could imagine when assigned the task. It was the chance to prove himself and be there amongst the best; the top league. A difficult assignment on it own and that too in broad daylight. But, no worries here. He had everything planned out, perfect, no errors. He was confident. He rounded a corner. Just a couple of blocks and he would be there at the Town Hall. The Ambassadors big speech and one move of the finger to finish it all; and he would escape unscathed. Cage smiled to himself. He walked briskly, yet steadily. He was after all a seasoned assassin. WhiteSnake kept low, stepping into alleyways and occasionally pausing to stare at the s...

Darkness was falling. He quickened his steps. He had to reach the valley before nightfall. Falling prey to some hungry carnivore was not the best of ideas. Shridharan Mashu ( Mashu means master in Malayalam) checked the time on his watch and also the sky.6:30, the twilight was fading, and that was bad. It would be dark in a matter of minutes, as it happens in this part of the country. The old battered torch was of no use in this dense forest. Shridharan Mashu was a respected man in the village. Still a bachelor, and in his early thirties (Sweet 30's as he would call it); he was a teacher in the village in Wayanad. He taught at the only L.P. school in the village. He was happy that at least there was a school now. During his days, he had to walk 20 miles to the nearest school where he studied. He was perhaps till now the only person in the village who had gone to college. Being the son of the forest officer he was more privileged than the other children of the tribal village...

Phew!!! with to the core GRE and GMAT prep going on in the house its pretty difficult not to catch a word or two. For some days it was medical terms and shit they are hard to study and more hard to listen. My ear tried escaping those words but with the complexity of them and the pronunciation.. you have to hear them, man . Here is some word diet for you to chew on. After seeing that there are a good lot of words i don't know, i thought i will start with fear...phobias.. These words really scare the shit o ut of me... There are some crazy phobias that you won't believe exists (Well at least I didn't!!). [Photo by extremeezine ] Scolionophobia - The fear of school . I had it... I admit... If i had known about this then, it would have been a perfect excuse to skip school. How come they don't teach all these things at school?? 666 Did u freak out now??? Then you have got the Fear Of 666. And they actually have a...