–Look there are three dogs there, I said, one of them will cry.
–Stop saying foolish things, she said, tell me what happened with Naina.
–Well she came to my place and we talked, I replied as one of the dog ran and went out of my sight.
–Don’t look at the dogs, look at me and tell me what else happened with her.
–Well we talked and we talked, I said defensively.
–And. (more…)
-Tell me about your first love, said Marvin starting the game with the usual e4 on his crystal chessboard.
He was a middle aged man with a pot belly and stood 6′5″ when he cared to stand straight. Phil his neighbour and nightly opponent of the ritual game of chess was skinny but almost as tall as Marvin and of the same age. It had been their habit to play one game of chess every night for almost a year now, since Marvin moved in the new neighbourhood. They both liked chess and old Jazz music which was playing softly on the old radio in the room.
-First love. Ah! It was like when I was in school, Phil said playing e5.
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You see that young man sitting in the corner with his wool cap down to his ears?
– That’s me.
I’m sitting in a south indian restaurant waiting for my girlfriend who will be half an hour late as usual.
I have to kill the relationship today so I try to calm myself by counting the prime numbers in my mind.
I was on 43 when…
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I will call her today. First waking thought.
It has been six months.
It is a strange feeling, life goes on like nothing happened and nothing happens.
Then why should I call her today?
To ask her why did this happen and to tell her I was a fool to ever let her go.
So here goes 1* 6* 0* 1* 8* 4* 7* beep beep beep, tring-tring, tring-tring, a long tring follows.
“Hello” (With a stress on HELL) says the voice on the other end of the line.
Damn it, her father, click, bang.
Oh God! I forgot it is Sunday, his off. She won’t be able to talk today.
I waited for 6 months and 6 days and then called her on a Sunday.
How come?
-by Kunal Goel
I’m sitting here for a call centre interview. I have to write something in ten minutes to show them my proficiency in english language. I can’t concentrate. My hand is itching where it burned last week. Making a pizza on the gas stove was not such a good idea after all. I asked Megha for some ointment for my burn but she was laughing.
“The pizza is ready, let me put some ketchup on it and then I’ll get you some cream,” she said.
“Megha go bring me some ointment,” I repeated.
“Wait a minute,” she said laughing.
I shouldn’t have slapped her then, but I was feeling terrible. It’s been a week, she left me for a little slap.
Ishan was here for this interview last week. He wrote about neo-economics and he got the job. Ishan has big strong hands. Maybe, I think, maybe Ishan should’ve slapped Megha–
–I would get the job.
-by Kunal Goel
1. The Occult by Colin Wilson
2. Men are from mars women are from venus
3. The Seduction of Morality by Tom Murphy
4. Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
5. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
6. Born to Win: Transactional Analysis With Gestalt Experiments by Muriel James, Dorothy Jongeward
7. The curious incident of the dog in the night-time by Mark Haddon
8. The Da Vinci code by Dan Brown
9. Postman Always Rings Twice
10. Waiting for Godot
11. Vernon God Little by DBC Pierre (more…)
“I don’t like it.”
“What do you mean you don’t like it? It was your idea; remember?
“I never thought you were serious about the whole affair.”
“I don’t care what you thought, you’ve got to do it,” he said, pointing the gun at him.
“Okay, okay,” he said, standing up.
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A painting of the crippled man
Hanging on my blue wall
A thick frame (and it’s costly too)
Covering four corners all.
The crippled man, he hangs so high,
In life he used to creep;
To look at him I sprain my neck,
I look and sometimes weep.
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