Short story: Blackness

This is a horror story, not safe for soft souls. Please read with discretion. 

Review : Catching fire

I was confused about my feelings for this book during my reading hours with it. Now that I've completed it my confusions have been abated. More so, I've become altruistic with the series. Such was the power of the story, both during the days leading to the games and the final seventy pages. The ending just took it to another level.  BEWARE : SPOILERS AHEAD

Appreciation : Liebester Blog Award

Short-story: Rebirth in a train

“Coffeeee!! Teaa!!”
“Coffeeee!! Teaa!!”
The vendor called out as he passed the coupe.
“Thuddd!”
The baby fell on its knee trying to walk to his mother.
The mother ran picked him up and was busy placating. Ravishing young lady sat across him checking her flock of hair in the mirror of her mini clutch bag. The chatter from the group of young boys engrossed in a card game relayed from above. The train had halted at Varnasi for 15 mins. He hadn't moved or uttered a word from the time he got on. The newspaper covered Sanjay"s face; his eyes peered through his bi-focal spectacle and his hair rested neatly combed sideways. A pencil in his hand was losing his grip.

Waking up in dark - current state of aam aadmi

This post has been selected as top post in 'Spicy Saturday's picks' by BlogAdda. 

Review : The Darkest Hour

The movie was not worth the money we spent on the tickets, add to it the cost popcorn and sweetened water called coke I felt very sad losing double of it. Alien invasion, widespread panic and an ending in dystopia, the movie promised a pulp fun and the action junkie in me needed some food for thought. Here is what I felt post the trauma.

Short story : Have I lost him?

Story below is an entry for the 'Picture Worth Your Words Contest' picture prompt #1



Johan bid goodbye to his team and sat in the taxi. He was to catch the eight thirty train to Frankfurt. An hour still remained before the departure and the train station was twelve miles from the camp. He was in time. All his stomach tasted after the victory over Heerenveen was alcohol. The normal club hopping grew into an after party as uninvited guests stormed through the wee hours with disparate liquids to share. His head was so heavy when he tried to wake up that he slept the whole of the next day. It was time to leave, to meet his parents for the New Year. Johan had broken two promises before and was not prepared to hear Martha's lecture once again.

The taxi started and Johan looked at the passing city. Amsterdam was beautiful in the morning and the Sun started to warm his nape from left. The rear windshield was without any light control film and that helped him warm up for the long travel ahead. He took out the chicken salad sandwich from the backpack and had just started eating while the car came to a screeching halt. Johan almost threw the sandwich on the driver's head.

Review : The hunger games

Genre : Fiction/Dystopian

Set in the dystopian world of future America, the ruling city of Capitol selects two tributes(individuals) from each district (12 of them) and pits them against one another in a giant arena to be watched and entertained by the living world. The Hunger games gets its name as the district from which the winner is, gets better food supply for one year till the next games begin. World has fallen and it is Panem that governs what is left. It rules with iron fist that results in discrimination and anarchic freedom less lives in the districts. They in turn go on the offensive to down The Capitol. Set in force to take revenge on the districts who had warred against the Capitol for freedom and to show the districts that the Capitol is still the ruler, reminding them of what would result if they repeat the offensive again The Capitol conduct the hunger games.

Short story: Somethings should never be lost forever.

"What's in a name?" asked Emile with a smile. She was still holding Reny's hands under the bright white bulb.

Short story: Finally!

A detour from my normal writing schedule to dwelve into a feeling every guy experiences once in his life.

Short story in figment http://t.co/zvA3oRVk Please comment on the plus and the minuses.

Short story: The toughest minute

I wrote a short story in figment fiction toward the dailyTheme short writing drive for today the fourth of January. It can be read here. The theme was

Describe in detail the few moments before a character is about to do something he or she is mortally afraid of. How does the anticipation affect her physically and emotionally? How does he gear himself up? And what happens next?


Please do have a read and comment here, after all the author's biggest applause is the comments from his reader.

Amateur writers from India

I love writing, its just that partly because of my procrastinating personality and distractions I don't get to write often. Another flaw I have understood is that I don't edit or even re-read what I write. The latter is being worked upon to be reversed so the posts could have some fluidity in writing, and the first attempt was the last post - the war under a hot sun. 


Here is 2012 and the status updates flooding the social web is making fun of resolutions by pointing out our screen resolution. Jokes aside, I have resolved to write more, for my own fun because I like it, and to take an honest shot at what my ability is worth.

To enable others like me who are interested in writing a novella or short story(not a personal blog post), I have created a sub reddit - 'Amateur writers from India'. If you like writing a story or even like to know what the level of amateur writing is in India please subscribe to it. 
I started working on a fantasy story a year ago and shelved it half way(like I do most of the activities in my life), and am planning to publish one chapter a week this year, mainly on that subreddit. 


I am going to keep tabs on my life this year inspired by this article and hope to get more ticks. 


Again, happy new year and hoping 2012 will pave the way for better society where self passions are grown and negative energies get quelled.