No Flies On Frank

There were no flies on Frank that morning - after all why not ? He was a responsible citizen with a wife and child, wasn’t he? It was a typical Frank morning and with an agility that defies description he leapt into the barthroom onto the scales. To his great harold he dis-covered he was twelve inches more tall heavy! He couldn’t believe it and his blood raised to his head causing a mighty red colouring.
‘I carn’t not believe this incredible fact of truth about my very body which has not gained fat since mother begat me at childburn. Yea, though I wart through the valet of thy shadowy hut I will feed no norman. What grate qualmsy hath taken me thus into such a fatty hardbuckle.’
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The Door

I turned sharply and saw the door half-open. I stared. I always, always took care to close the door – I wasn’t allowed to lock it – as tightly as I could. Now there it stood, cutting across the emptiness of my room.
My room.
I own it and no one can trespass.
Except, now, the door was doing exactly that.
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When Valentine Screws

Happy Valentine’s Day and all.
On this V-day I remember my last year’s V-day. Last year in Febuary I took a trip to a small town in East Africa. Well I have this eccentric friend of mine, Ishan, and he has this crazy young uncle who deals in some leather stuff export business. So what happens is Ishan and me have nothing to do like kites in the rainy season. More

The Fat Growth on Eric Hearble

One fat morning Eric Hearble wake up with an abnor-man fat growth a bombly on his head. ‘Oh crumb,’ said Eric Hearble, who was a very very, surprised. Anyway he carried on as Norman for why should he worried? All of suddy he heard a small little voice calling him by name, ‘Eric … Eric Hearble ‘ it seemed to say though I couldn’t say for sure.

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I hate talking to girls

Am I in love with him? I wouldn’t know.

Does he know? Yeah! I told him that day, didn’t I. But still he hasn’t called me yet. Is he already married. Might be, his clothes are always well-pressed and clean, nothing is improper. But then, that’s why I like him.

Oh my God! he is married too, might even have kids. No, he is too More

Friday the 13th

Do we have to do this?
Yes.
Why?
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Foreplay

Twice born?
Yes.
And me?
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There, anytime

She said she would.
Yes, she did.
But she didn’t. More

What’s a man gotta do?

And so the year began on a bitter note. She would just not listen to me anymore. Just won’t let me explain. Sits there watching me, red eyed. But wouldn’t hear something that would bring a smile to her lips.

I hate love. Did I ever tell you that? I have been with women. Of all kinds. All shapes and sizes. All colours. All ages. I once loved them. Loved them all. But there is only too much you can give out. And I hit rockbottom. Like I was gonna More

Forever

Go Away. No, Stay. Please.
Stay. With me.
Stay. So we can share our dreams.
No, so we can share our fears.
Our songs and our hopes. More

Is it too late?

It was one of those annual events organised by Bombay Chartered Accountants’ Society. These events never fail to invoke a sense of deja vu in me, as if I’ve been through all this before. The same felicitations, the same speeches, the same speakers, the same client-solicitings, the same back-stabbings, the same plastic smiles, the same anger, the same joys, the same faces, the same everything. But this time More

3310

Ishan: I can write a story on anything.
Payal: Anything?
Ishan: Absolutely anything.
Payal: My cell phone?
Ishan: 3310?
Payal: Yes.
Ishan: Ok I’ll write.

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Real Life

This happened in real life >
A friend of my girlfriend died in a car accident after 2 months of her leaving me.
A friend of my girlfriend died in a car accident after 2 months of her meeting me.
Two different girls.
Two car accidents.
Two deaths.
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She loves me a lot

I could never trust myself with heights. Maya knew it very well. But still, when her boyfriend wanted to rent a flat of their own, she chose the top-most floor in some tall building having some talk-of-the-town neighbors.

High places have always scared me. They tend to corruptly use the powers, vested in them because of their status, against me. Maya is a real bitch. More

Small Talk

I sat on the corner where the road disappeared into dust, on the milestone that declared my destination to be still a good 150 kms away. My old and faithful car spat fumes at the bend. It was such a hot afternoon. I could see waves of heat rising from the road behind me. Up ahead was only dirt. My canteen was empty and my lips parched. Hating my decision to come, all I could do was pray that some idiont would drive to this god forsaken road.

But god ain’t my friend and so I sat. Waiting. I dont know how long it was. I am sure my watch didn’t work. It couldn’t have been twenty mintues since More