The Road Trip

A normal Saturday afternoon. Vinodbhai was here. Even though he was a “senior” in college he was one of our best friends. I and Vyshakh were browsing music videos.

“Dude, I wonder why Sid doesn’t come over often. He’s here only when there’s some occasion or so. He seldom hangs around with us, why so?” Vinod asked.

“Yeah, come to think of it, you’re right.” I said.

“Let’s call him and ask him to come over.” Vyshakh piped in.

We were super bored because our usual entertainer Thunder Ponnan aka Rahul had gone home. We stayed in a rented room in Coimbatore.

“Nope, he won’t come if we called without reason. We’ll say that I’m keeping a party at KFC. He’ll surely show up then.” Vinod said.

“Ha! You got that right. But why would you keep a party?” asked Vyshakh.

“Because I bought a flat in Trissur.” Vinod said casually and flashed a smug smile.

We carried out our sinister plan and made poor Sid to drive 10 kilometres just so we could say Hi.

Half an hour later…

The Sad Clown

“Extra!! Extra!! Read all about it!! Royal Circus is in town today!” cried the newspaper-boy from across the street.

He closed the drapes of his curtain from his hotel room. He went across the room and opened the fridge for a sip of his favourite whiskey. He took the bottle and sat on the edge of his bed. He slowly re-winded his life backwards.

Backwards, to the time when he had the most beautiful girl as his wife and a job that he loved. Life was so perfect back then. He loved what he did and did what he loved. He was his own master. He went back into the time when he could live life the way he wanted to, laugh to his heart’s content and do whatever came to his mind.

Then one day, he learnt about his wife’s sickness. He loved her more than anything in the world and would give anything and everything just to have her back. That’s just what he did. He gave up his entire life savings in pursuit of his beloved’s well-being. But nothing he did could revive her from fate’s clutches. Everything went downhill from that point. Subsequently he lost his job. He had to mortgage his house and property in need of money. Finally being unable to repay his debtors, he took up a job he hated. He had to do it to stay alive.

He was so depressed that he taken up drinking and smoking as an escape route. The only time he was sober was when he was working, that too just because he’d lose his job and end up in jail if he showed up drunk. He loathed himself so much that at times, he felt like killing himself.

Dear 2010

Dear 2010,

I’m writing this to you to let you know how much I’m going to miss you. You’ve been a great friend and always stood by my side whenever I needed you the most.

               

Remember during the first month of our relationship, when we used to attend all the symposiums and seminars one could possibly attend just to get On-Duty leave from college. The days were spent cursing our own college and praising even the slightest of the curiosities of the other colleges we visited. Oh and how can I forget my birthday? Yeah I know… three parties in a row on the same day is pretty awesome. The amount of fun we had was limitless. Awesome times, huh?

               

Tension

Who isn’t bothered by tension these days? For every little work you do, you are surrounded by hundreds of questions, which lead to a hell lot of tension. Here’s a 55-Fiction, and an effort to relieve you of your tension. After each sentence there is a possibility of different kinds of tension. Read on...

A girl asking for a lift falls sick and you rush her to the hospital. Turns out she’s pregnant and she blames you. You deny and agree to have tests done. Turns out you can never have children. Just as you're relieved of your tension you wonder whose are the 2 children your wife had.

(55 Fiction is a form of fiction that consists of only 55 words. This is my first feeble attempt at a 55-Fiction. Please do comment and let me know it is.)