Month: February 2015

LAST (Short Fiction Series) – Episode 3

For Episode 1: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/09/last-short-fiction-series-1/

For Episode 2: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/15/last-short-fiction-series-episode-2/

For Complete Episodes till date in a single page: https://sites.google.com/site/sgathomasofficial/6th-grade-1

LAST (Short Fiction Series)

Episode 3:

Zeepolis: The last hope

Thud. I turned back. This time I saw a shadow. The shadow grew darker and thuds became louder. I understood that a single disturbance would attract them to me. I tried to pacify myself and look for alternatives. But my heart never agreed with my mind. It kept on bumping blood through my vessels, this time even more.

Wait. My mini fort?

Oh yeah! There it is.

My mini fort is nothing but a small fort made up of bags filled with books armed with knives and screwdrivers. Yesterday, I found a gun from my dad’s locker with one round. I secretly hid myself in that mini fort.

I could hardly see anything but only heard the creepy sound. It increased, so did my heartbeat. They did their patrol as usual. They left.

I came out from my hiding. I hardly could find any food for the dinner.

 Zeepolis? What the hell was that?

“We usually don’t believe in dreams. We would neglect it as if it was a normal incident. We forget them. Not just we wanted it but the nature somehow has its own tactics to make our dreams not to stay in our mind. And all of a sudden, Shhh … Gone. But remember one thing fellas, There has been scientific evidences that these dreams are not just some montage shots in a movie, they communicate to you something. May be a warning! “

 “But sir, aren’t dreams a repressed memories?”

 Bell rang!

“Class Dismissed.”

He came to me.

“I want you to come to my Cabin after 5pm.”

“Yes, Sir.”

__

 “Come in.” said my professor. “Have a seat”.

“Thank you, sir.”

“So, How is life?”

“Never better.” I replied with a smile.

“Are you free tomorrow morning ?”

“Yes sir. Any projects?”

“Not exactly but I want to introduce you to my friend tomorrow morning!”

That was good news to hear. Especially for this GOOD FOR NOTHING. I was my prof’s favorite student and was always able to top in his subject. Reason is simple. His way of teaching

The next day.

The professor took me in his car for an hour drive. We reached a place, completely abandoned.

“This way” said my professor.

We reached an abandoned house.

There was a small box. He opened it carefully and swiped an ID.

Few minutes later, a car arrived and driver asked “Where are you heading sir ?”

Answer was “Zeepolis”.

___

(To be Continued)

Episode 4: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/02/last-short-fiction-series-episode-4/

Episode 5: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/10/last-short-fiction-series-episode-5/

Episode 6: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/16/last-short-fiction-series-final-episode/

Written by : S G A Thomas (Ganesh.M)

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LAST – Short Fiction Series – Episode 2

LAST (Short Fiction Series)

Episode 2

DREAMS OF FUTURE

(For Episode 1 : https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/09/last-short-fiction-series-1/)

For Complete Episodes till date in a single page: https://sites.google.com/site/sgathomasofficial/6th-grade-1

A Creepy sound was heard. Woke up.

Each day. The start of dream seems same. But Endings different. So does life.

Silence haunts me during day and dreams during night. A week moved like a year.

Food started to become scarce.

—-

A kid was playing with the sand. He was building his own castle and then he put his two clay toys.

“So, how’s life?” It was my best school friend.

“Good”.

We were in the Coffee shop near to the beach. Meeting him after a long time

“What have you planned to do next?”

“Clear my backlogs”

“Backlogs?”

“Yeah. What about you?” I tried to divert the topic

“Me? It is done.”

“Done? What do you mean?”

“It is over. Wake up dude !!!”

I woke up. Sun rose. It was Monday.

The same kid, playing with the same sand. He added little water drops to strengthen it. Then he put two clay toys. The first one seems different. It looked like a female.

 “So. How’s life?”

I turned back. It was my sister.

“Fine”.

“What have you planned to do next?” she said after having a sip.

“What have you?”

“Me ? I think I need to go France again. It was nice. I will ask father.And I loved Dubai.What have you planned to do next?”

“Nothing !”

“Can you get me some water?”

“What did you say?”

“Get me some water”

“Why?”

“I need them.”

“I can’t”

“Why? Please get me some water”

“I can’t. They are out there”

“Where are they, my son?”. It was my father.

“Here is your water, Darling”. He turned back to me and asked

“Where are they my son?”

“Dad!”

“What have you planned to do next?”

“Don’t know”

“GOOD FOR NOTHING.” He smiled.

“Dad please!”

“Your Haircut looks good.”

“Thanks dad.”

“What are you gonna do ? They are waiting for you outside, don’t they ?”

“Yeah.”

“So , What are you gonna do ?” It was my mom!

“Mom !”

“Run, my son! They are gonna kill you!”

“No, don’t. Face them”

“But dad, how?”

Suddenly Applause.

The same person who gave the speech in the college!

“If hope would cure a cancer patient, then fear would kill even an ulcer patient. Fear. It is the biggest weakness for the whole human society. If man would have feared lightning and fire, he wouldn’t have survived. He came across that fear and made leaps in the history of civilization. Never fear. Never ever.”

Applause in an Empty Seminar Hall.

 “Be alert. For the world would stamp you down, if you don’t.”

 “Run, my son. They are gonna kill you. Go to Zee polis”

“Wake up dude. It is over.”

 Woke up. I heard a creepy sound. My heartbeat rose.

(To be Continued)

Episode 3: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/24/last-short-fiction-series-episode-3/

Episode 4: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/02/last-short-fiction-series-episode-4/

Episode 5: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/10/last-short-fiction-series-episode-5/

Episode 6: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/16/last-short-fiction-series-final-episode/

Written by : S G A Thomas (Ganesh.M)

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https://plus.google.com/u/0/+GaneshgansM/about

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LAST – (Short Fiction series) Episode 1

LAST – (Short Fiction series) 

Episode 1:

An Another Day :

Again it was the Sun that woke me up. Another day had just passed.

My father was the one who usually would wake me up. Be it any day, the first word I would hear would be my fathers’ scolding.

“Come ‘n U good for nothing … Wake your ass up.”

‘Good for Nothing’. Yes, still unemployed, even though completed a B.Tech degree.

“It is time that you guys will be the start of making a history in this world. When I was in your age, I started a business from the scratch. And now I am here inspiring you all. Yes you can do it. It’s time for you guys to inspire others. It’s time to make history.”

I never knew that the inspiring speech by that businessman was actually a death trap. Many were recruited in his company just for 10K per month. 9 pointers went to do MBA or M.Tech in order to avoid those cheap salaries.

What did I do? Hmm… I was attending Parent Teachers meet. Not exactly but it was Parent-Principal Meet. I had 4 backlogs. I need to spend another semester to clear them. And hence the title “GOOD FOR NOTHING”.

Continue reading “LAST – (Short Fiction series) Episode 1”

An IdioT’s Scribble #4

An Idiot’s Scribble #4

Jan 4, 2013

She was afraid. Neither did she run. The blood from my knife started to heed the gravity of Earth. So did I. I heeded the gravity of the situation.The knife slipped from my hand. She was still unable to relieve from the shock. Silence. I can’t look into her eyes.  I know it would be much more deadlier than this silence

——

Dec 20, 2012

I opened my Facebook. A message. It was from her friend. She asked me whether I would be able to make it up to our old school on Jan 3 evening for a small Get Together.

Jan 3, 2013

Evening 6 PM

After 3 long years, we are meeting again. Some sort of “Get Together Trip”. Actually it was planned by her friends for their gang. It was she who insisted to invite me. I reached the school. None of them were there. I waited for few minutes. She came. She just smiled.  A small smile was my reply.

6:15 PM

“Come on, talk to her. She was your classmate for God’s shake”, I told myself. Somehow ,  gathering some courage, I turned.

/* Start of Practice session:

“How are you ?”

No. “Hey , How are you ?”

No. No. “Will they be coming ?”

No.No.No.

End of Practice Session */

Suddenly I heard “How are you ?”. It was her voice. Damn sure. Still the same sweetness. I turned back.

“I am fine, How are you ? How is your college going ?” . It was not me. Damn sure. It was our Tamil Teacher.

“Fine , mam.”

“So, What brings you here ?”

“Get together Party, Mam!”

“Ok, Be safe. Have a nice journey”

“Thank you , Mam”

The same dialogues looped again when madam came to me after her.

“You are studying in Noida, right?”

“Yes, Mam”

“How is the climate ? Are you able to manage ?”

“Yes Mam, with the help of sweaters”

“See you around”

“Sure Mam.”

Our teacher left..

6:30 PM

Her friends came. The complete gang around 10 members. The first three benches of my eighth class. After few introductory dialogues, I now became a part of their group. Atleast, for now.

6:45 PM

We had crossed the main city. I wasn’t comfortable, not because of their jokes. Because she was next to me. And that small dimples, whenever she laughed. Though Radio system in the car was playing ‘Isai puyal’ A R Rahman, it was ‘Isai gnani’ Illaiyaraja striking his chord on my head.

A perfect eve for my birthday !!!

Written by: S G A Thomas (Ganesh.M)

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