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Monday, August 6, 2012

Setting 28 - 'Lost and Found'

From @ Kartik Iyer:

Imagine…if u, a sportswoman, were banned from competing in your favourite sport in your country due to a positive dope test…you will feel wasted, pathetic, unpatriotic, right? Now imagine if u went to some other country and worked fucking hard in the same sport, then u come in the Olympics and kick your 1st country’s participant’s ass in the final. One country’s loss was other country’s gain. That’s what Svetlana Podobedova did in weightlifting 3 days ago to win gold.

From @ Arjun J:
In a crowd of hundreds, she could easily spot him, stared at him while she smiled and cried at the same time, with a hesitant state of mind she approached him with a whispering "Hey!". Confused he replies, "I'm sorry, i can't really recognize you", she silently whispers "I'm sorry" and leans towards him to kiss like they used to, he takes two steps back turns around and runs away.

From @ LilFly08:

Is it possible to carry something and not realize you have it? I have found that it is! Day in and day out I looked in the mirror and all I saw was this mousy bug-eyed girl staring back at me. Today was like every other until someone bigger than me decided to pick on someone even smaller than me. I stood up not thinking how this would make me stand out. As I stand in front of the mirror now I can see the change I have found my Courage!

From @crazyandhow:

Wringing in his ears, he could hear his heart this very moment. The first drop of sweat broke in the back of his temple, he now felt the heat in his limbs from all the running. Mind raced to events that lead him to this second, he was on the verge of bursting. His hands wobbled upon reaching the place, misery and sorrow in his heart.

Missus Birkley, "Johnny your pencil box is in the lost & found cabinet."


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A longer (really) fiction contributed by a fellow writer Avinash Verma on Lost & Found. Guys please keep the 56 to 75 words limit rule for the short fiction! 

Tick tock - tick tock - tick tock. I stare at the clock as it makes that noise. The answer sheet placed right on my desk as the teacher shouts, "Write your roll numbers. No noise, talking, peeking. No looking back".  I look across the room and my buddy Chintu showing me a 'thumb up' off his left hand. "All the best" he whispers. I nod and stare back at my question sheet. MATHS - 7 questions, every question has 2 sub question, have to solve 5. Any 5. To pass I need, its a 100 mark paper so 35. Question 1 is compulsory it has 15 sub questions, any 10, 2 mark each. So now I am left with 6 optional questions. Last few are very hard type. So left with 3 optional questions. So, well I think I'll pass. Nice. time to read the questions. "Psst" my reflex are quick to turn my head towards the noise. Its Chintu, scratching his head with 3 fingers and eyes alert towards the teacher he says "teesra ata hai" I nod my head from left to write, "Seventh" I nod again, "second" I look at the paper, read question 2, look back at him and nod. "Saale, idhar kya..." and a pumping action from his left hand. Chintu is definitely angry at this moment but he is a good friend. Its great to have friends in life. I have lot of friends. But Chintu is like my brother. He is my best friend. "Supplement, ma'm" the sweet voice from the front row calls for the teacher. Sweety Parmar, the angel. Smart, cute and beautiful. How the hell can god make her so lovely and me so lame. I don't have to be lame. I can be smart, very smart, the smartest, fittest, the best in the class. And then, Sweety Parmar will be my girlfriend. Now all I have to do is read the questions and answer to pass. Yeah just pass this time, but next time I shall study hard, practice well, and answer every question in the paper along with options. Help Chintu, ask for supplement before sweety and get the maximum marks in the class. Then teacher will praise me in class. Sweety Parmar will ask me to study with her and then she will be my girl friend. "Time's up students, quickly make sure you have written your roll number on supplement, write your number of supplement and tie them properly", yells the teacher. What the... time is up already, where the hell did I lose all the time. the paper is empty, quick quick at least I should complete question 1 before teacher reach my desk. 20 marks + grace + I'll beg for some marks to pass. "Time's up, give your paper". "Teacher please, teacher please, just 1 more, i'll fail". "You'll fail even if you write the whole paper. Give!! Stupid fellow", she snatches my empty answer sheet. "Chalta hai yaar next time", Chintu tries to console me. Its a shame. Sweety Parmar will never be my girlfriend.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Setting 24 : A Chosen Confrontation

From : @crazyandhow

The photographs burned today. The digitals deleted forever. The gifts

and memories were being thrown out with the garbage that had rotted
for days now. The last 3 years spent in self disdain of his lost love.
Happiness had no meaning for him anymore. Once, illustrious career
looked below average. Seeing her kiss another man made him realize he
is nothing more than a stupid dumbfuck.  Avi smiled and started
putting HIS LIFE together.

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From : Mohit Chopra

He wasn’t late, he gently opened the door and stepped in, carrying a bouquet of roses. He thought I was asleep and felt he had succeeded in slipping in quietly. He moved towards me and I shouted,

“Who were you with? Who gave you these roses?”
He was stunned and speechless, “These are for you” he murmured
“I know baby, but sex is so good after a fight!” and planted my lips on his.

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From : @lonelycan

You think you can confess to me and get away with it? Do I look like
a fool to you?", World's favorite daddy did not seem to like his
daughter's confession, not one bit. Neena kicked hard and wailed from
the other side of the door. "She does not get out of the room", he
announced. Neena realized her friends were right. She should have
never discussed about her love to her parents.

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From : 
@dbijal

We all have our talks, gossips, secrets, crushes, feelings and relationships. What is a bit amiss is openness. Its easy to talk about someone when they aren't around.

How different would it be to confront others. Even better, confront oneself for a change. Fears, strength, hatred or love. Time to walk down a road less taken.

One doubt as I progress is whether such confrontation will help me steer clear in way forward.

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From : Shraddha Ghatge

Life choses to confront you when you play with it,

Wrong deeds confront you with its consequences,

A question in life confronts you for an answer when you are running away from it,

Facing a confrontation is what my deceased wife taught me…

I woke up with a start when I heard her call me…

I saw her white shadow on her favourite chair…

“Tell me John why did you kill me..?”

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From : Samiksha Adukia

Hector was hurt, humiliated and heartbroken.
Hector sought answers from Venus.
He drove to Venus’s apartment amid heavy rains.
What awaited him there was going to throw his world apart.
He rang the bell and the door opened after FIVE minutes.
Venus Panicked. Hector Surprised.
Venus was with her ex-boyfriend.
Hector stood still and then left without saying a word.  
Hector paralyzed. Still stuck in that moment.
But even the Sun sets in hell.

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From : Kartik Iyer

9year old Rahil, home after school,
Frightened that mamma will lose her cool,
His head down, as she opened the door,
He was silent without any roar.

Something’s wrong, she wondered,
Keeping his head on her lap, he praised,
‘House looks nice and the food smells great’…
Continously thinking, ‘should I say or should I wait’.

Smiling, ‘u lost the umbrella, right son?’
‘Sorry maa’
She softly touched his head and said ‘Lets have lunch’

Friday, July 6, 2012

Setting 17 - #Found

Due to some errors in coordination, the theme was posted on Facebook group and not sent to the mailing list. Sorry guys!

From @Sneha_Mehra:

The painting was sold for a whopping Rs. 1 crore! Her happiness knew no bounds. Her accident last year, had changed her life altogether. The sorrow of losing her legs and a shattered dream of becoming an airhostess was unsurmountable. Overcoming this grief, she discovered her passion for painting. And thus, embarked a new journey of life. She had lost her legs, her dream but found a passion, a will, a purpose to live for.

From @lonelycan:

"Find me Bhaiya", echoed through the darkness - every night. Memories
of their hide and seek game tormented his dreams. Every morning he
mourned over the year old accident. Finally, he realized a way to end
this. He walked by the edge of the cliff from where she had fallen. A
deep breath - a clenched fist - a wide leap, there she was! Arms wide
open - benevolent smile - deep round eyes. "Found you!", he cried out
loud.

From @Sneha_Mehra:

The museum director was being interrogated. “As I entered the hallway, I saw the broken window of the tiara room. Unlocking the door, I entered only to find the tiara missing” Detective Ben observed the room from outside. He smiled since he’d found the culprit. Entering the room he said, “Mr. Paul, you should’ve really broken the window from outside! Now, guide us to the place you’ve hidden it.”

From @crazyandhow:

Tensed. He frantically looked the chair. No. Table. No. Around the bed, somewhere between the sheet. No.

That moment, it was the most important thing in the world for him. How would he even survive?

How could he lose it. He was on the verge of bursting into tears. Looked again.

There it was! oh yes. My sweet. My precious. Crawled; an year old Rahil, picked up the cheeto from the dirty corner and enjoyed its last bite. Yum!