At last, after all my hard work, I've successfully completed one of the most challenging stories of my life. And I'm quite satisfied at the result, I believe it is readable now. I shall have 'Aspects of Life' in pdf soon enough.
Mean while, I have fallen into the next sessions. This year,. I'll be typing two novels. One happens to be a love story (as how I felt it is). I call it Jewish girl. The second happens to be an action novel, more appropriate to be a graphic novel, but you see, I am not an artist. So...The Thief is an action novel.
Also two new short stories are coming ahead....5 phases with her and Love in air. I'll have them done soon, by May. Don't know what else is ahead now, short stories come just like a jiff, so...am not planned about them.
15 April 2010
07 April 2010
Aspects of Life
Aspects of Life is a new novel which is about the life of Alex and Rose, and how it changes in the various phases of life. I have completed it, and now set to be read. This was inspired from my own life, to be frank. It is one entertaining thoughtful story, and here is one small excerpt from it.
Alex entered the room and looked around. There was a bed over which was the window that opened to the garden below. At the corner was table lamp, and near to that was a writing table. There was also a nice chair present.
“Do you want any drink…or something to eat, Alex?” asked Martin Alex replied, “No! I’m good. I just want to be alone.”
“The function is at 8. So…what’s your range….18 or more?”
Alex looked at him. He knew what he meant. He laughed and replied, “I have a girl. And she is more than enough to trouble me. And yes…I need the time.”
Martin smiled and replied, “In that case, let me take my leave, Alex. I have some works to do.” He walked to the door. Before closing the door, he said, “Your girl is very lucky to have you. Actually, you are one of a kind.”
Alex simply smiled. As he went away, he went and locked the door and looked back into the room. It was much as how he wanted. He sat on the chair with his head bent backwards. And he thought at once. Actually, you are one of a kind.
He thought for once. “Am I one of a kind? Am I the one they are looking for? When I look back in my life, I find myself nothing else other than a fool, a loser…a dreamer.”
With his closed eyes, he could see them. Rose bent forward to look at his closed eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Robertson smiled at him together. Billy turned his head away. Gillian walked away. Sarah simply laughed. And Ellen walked towards him.
Alex entered the room and looked around. There was a bed over which was the window that opened to the garden below. At the corner was table lamp, and near to that was a writing table. There was also a nice chair present.
“Do you want any drink…or something to eat, Alex?” asked Martin Alex replied, “No! I’m good. I just want to be alone.”
“The function is at 8. So…what’s your range….18 or more?”
Alex looked at him. He knew what he meant. He laughed and replied, “I have a girl. And she is more than enough to trouble me. And yes…I need the time.”
Martin smiled and replied, “In that case, let me take my leave, Alex. I have some works to do.” He walked to the door. Before closing the door, he said, “Your girl is very lucky to have you. Actually, you are one of a kind.”
Alex simply smiled. As he went away, he went and locked the door and looked back into the room. It was much as how he wanted. He sat on the chair with his head bent backwards. And he thought at once. Actually, you are one of a kind.
He thought for once. “Am I one of a kind? Am I the one they are looking for? When I look back in my life, I find myself nothing else other than a fool, a loser…a dreamer.”
With his closed eyes, he could see them. Rose bent forward to look at his closed eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Robertson smiled at him together. Billy turned his head away. Gillian walked away. Sarah simply laughed. And Ellen walked towards him.
14 February 2010
Completed stories in pdf format
Hey guys....here I'm back again. I'm here to tell you that some of my completed works are now available in pdf format. I'm going to put them down here. If you are really interested in reading any of them, please let me know, either through orkut, or through mail, or even here as a comment. Aside...also put your email id for the convenience of sending.....Just make sure that it doesn't go off hands....The copyright will be mine alone.
Novels
1. I Am Kalki Part 1-Formation of Kalki
2. Killer X
3. What I Felt Part 1-The Story
4. Aspects of Life
Short Stories
1. Joanna
2. 5 phases with her
Dramas
1. The passion of Valentine
2. India before and after independence
3. Confessions of a criminal
Short Film Scripts
1. Sophie
2. Bunch of roses
3. Few bottles and a smile
And these are my projects for next year
The Thief-Novel-Due next April
Jewish Girl-Due next May
Novels
1. I Am Kalki Part 1-Formation of Kalki
2. Killer X
3. What I Felt Part 1-The Story
4. Aspects of Life
Short Stories
1. Joanna
2. 5 phases with her
Dramas
1. The passion of Valentine
2. India before and after independence
3. Confessions of a criminal
Short Film Scripts
1. Sophie
2. Bunch of roses
3. Few bottles and a smile
And these are my projects for next year
The Thief-Novel-Due next April
Jewish Girl-Due next May
04 February 2010
Joanna
This is a short story, which I ought to complete soon. And here is the first chapter. Frankly speaking, I still don't know how the idea got into me. But it feels great, and so I have the first chapter for all.
1. Confrontation
She crawled more back when she saw them move towards her. She didn’t scream, nor did she cry. But she was certain in the steps she made, even when she moved silently. And the four men eyed her in the way no one would, with eyes that were crueler than ever
“It will be a great day for you, I promise.” said one among them, who had a smile wider than that of others, “Just let us have you, and we will give you heaven.” The vive was small, but inside the tunnel, it was big.
“Cut the crap, Sam!” snapped a bearded man with them, “Someone may come.”
“No one will come here, Brad! No one.” said the third guy, with just a moustache.
“But it is safe to finish it off right now.” Brad was tensed. He may have never done it in an alley.
Sam looked at him, and then at the girl, who was not more than 23. She was still cornered. He smiled and said, “Alright then! We will do it in the hard way.” She looked at her bag, which was a distance away. He smiled and said, “We will get you cleaned, don’t worry about it. Just cooperate. Brad! You first.”
Brad smirked and walked towards her. Her eyes were rigid. The other three smiled and walked to the turn, to enjoy only the sounds.
For a minute they waited, for a sound, a cry or a series of panting. But there was nothing for a moment. And suddenly they heard a scream…of Brad!
They didn’t understand what was going on. They ran back to the turn, to watch out what had happened.
The lady was standing, and she held a screw driver. The pointed edge was in his neck, and he wasn’t able to make further noise. She pulled it out and watched him fall, and with blood soaked eyes, watched the other three, shocked in disbelief. And then, she was smiling.
My name is Joanna. I am 23. I am beautiful and blonde. And I let no men near me. My name is Joanna. I am scared of men, everyone to be precise, for they never look into my eyes. And I see them, right into their eyes, read what they want, and give it accordingly.
This isn’t the first time. I had started when I was 10. I am never scared to fight; my only fear is of losing. I don’t know if it is right or wrong, all I know is that what I am doing is right for me now.
My name is Joanna. I am a criminal.
She watched the last man struggle and stop beneath her legs. She watched him silently, and wiped off the blood on the screw driver and looked around. She then pulled the body and took it back to the tunnel.
Soon the four bodies were placed one over the other inside the deep tunnel. She didn’t hesitate further. She stripped off her blood soaked clothes. In the coldness, she stood bare skin, and placed her clothes over them.
She moved to her bag and took put a small bottle filled with some inflammable liquid. She poured it whole on them, and then lit a fire by her lighter. She watched them burn.
The meat didn’t bother her. She took out her clothes from the bag and then moved out of the tunnel, to the river, to take a bathe.
What makes a criminal?
Greed. Ambition. Fear. Want.
What kills a criminal?
Revenge.
P.S. I have finished the whole story. If anyone wants it, please send me your email ID, and I shall send the whole story, Joanna
1. Confrontation
She crawled more back when she saw them move towards her. She didn’t scream, nor did she cry. But she was certain in the steps she made, even when she moved silently. And the four men eyed her in the way no one would, with eyes that were crueler than ever
“It will be a great day for you, I promise.” said one among them, who had a smile wider than that of others, “Just let us have you, and we will give you heaven.” The vive was small, but inside the tunnel, it was big.
“Cut the crap, Sam!” snapped a bearded man with them, “Someone may come.”
“No one will come here, Brad! No one.” said the third guy, with just a moustache.
“But it is safe to finish it off right now.” Brad was tensed. He may have never done it in an alley.
Sam looked at him, and then at the girl, who was not more than 23. She was still cornered. He smiled and said, “Alright then! We will do it in the hard way.” She looked at her bag, which was a distance away. He smiled and said, “We will get you cleaned, don’t worry about it. Just cooperate. Brad! You first.”
Brad smirked and walked towards her. Her eyes were rigid. The other three smiled and walked to the turn, to enjoy only the sounds.
For a minute they waited, for a sound, a cry or a series of panting. But there was nothing for a moment. And suddenly they heard a scream…of Brad!
They didn’t understand what was going on. They ran back to the turn, to watch out what had happened.
The lady was standing, and she held a screw driver. The pointed edge was in his neck, and he wasn’t able to make further noise. She pulled it out and watched him fall, and with blood soaked eyes, watched the other three, shocked in disbelief. And then, she was smiling.
My name is Joanna. I am 23. I am beautiful and blonde. And I let no men near me. My name is Joanna. I am scared of men, everyone to be precise, for they never look into my eyes. And I see them, right into their eyes, read what they want, and give it accordingly.
This isn’t the first time. I had started when I was 10. I am never scared to fight; my only fear is of losing. I don’t know if it is right or wrong, all I know is that what I am doing is right for me now.
My name is Joanna. I am a criminal.
She watched the last man struggle and stop beneath her legs. She watched him silently, and wiped off the blood on the screw driver and looked around. She then pulled the body and took it back to the tunnel.
Soon the four bodies were placed one over the other inside the deep tunnel. She didn’t hesitate further. She stripped off her blood soaked clothes. In the coldness, she stood bare skin, and placed her clothes over them.
She moved to her bag and took put a small bottle filled with some inflammable liquid. She poured it whole on them, and then lit a fire by her lighter. She watched them burn.
The meat didn’t bother her. She took out her clothes from the bag and then moved out of the tunnel, to the river, to take a bathe.
What makes a criminal?
Greed. Ambition. Fear. Want.
What kills a criminal?
Revenge.
P.S. I have finished the whole story. If anyone wants it, please send me your email ID, and I shall send the whole story, Joanna
29 January 2010
The Passion of Valentine
This is actually a drama of the big novel I'm planning to write in near future. I didn't know how it worked, but many liked it. The plan is to set this on stage ion the upcoming Arts Day. Hope everyone like it then. Here is a small excerpt from the drama.
Curtain rises. A court room is shown on stage. Roman Emperor Claudius II and four of the senate members sit on the royal chair. The murmurs of the mob can be heard. Everyone becomes silent when two Roman soldiers come in with a priest with beard. He is pushed to the middle of the stage. Murmurs rise again. One of the priests raises his hand, and everyone becomes silent. He walks towards the bearded priest.
Priest 1: Good morning, Father Valentine. It is a pleasure to see you here. (Valentine smiles.) Do you know why you have been brought here?
Valentine: (Laughs) If I knew all answers, I would have been God.
Priest 1: Then I shall ask you some questions, of which I deserve to know some answers. (Looks back at the Emperor, and then to the mob.) The whole of Rome had heard at once, that to make strong men remain as such, to create a strong army, marriage was a sin of break. Young men were not allowed to marry by the rule of the Great Claudius.
Valentine: I had heard that one.
Priest 2: And despite of that, you conducted secret marriages. Is that true?
Valentine: By the Almighty’s grace, yes, it is true.
Murmurs heard around. The third priest rises and raises his hand, and the murmurs stop.
Priest 3: Answer me, Valentine! Did you or did you not make the siblings fall in something so called…love?
Valentine: No. They were in love. And I showed them how to be together.
Priest 1: That is a lie. You made them walk through the wrong path.
Valentine: They never felt it was wrong. And so do I believe that it was never wrong.
Priest 4: (Stands) And so do you believe that you have made a royal move by this mistake? (Silence) Don’t you have an answer?
Valentine: I don’t have an answer that suits you.
Murmurs heard again.
Priest 4: I also heard that you are referred to as friends of lovers. Do you have anything to say about that?
Valentine: They were young. They wanted to be together. Their love was stronger than the law of the weak. And so I was with them, as a friend.
Priest 3: Don’t you regret.
Valentine: No…I don’t.
Priest 1: Tell me, Valentine! Don’t you now realize the aftermath of the great sin you have committed. People have disgraced their king because of you. People have disrespect for the senate. All what was decided here was for the right of the people. And you made them move through the wrong path of life. Do you have any justification for that?
Claudius rises.
Claudius: I give you a chance, my friend Valentine. You are guiltily by law. Admit it in front of the mob around you, and you shall be pardoned. You shall be sentenced and nothing more. But mark your words properly, for any wrong word may cause the blade over your neck.
Valentine looks up at him. He then walks two steps ahead and looks at the mob.
Valentine: A confession it is I make today. Yes, I did. I did break the rule. Yes, I did. I did get them married. Yes, I did, I helped them be together. And to be guilty…no…I’m not guilty.
The mob almost screams. Claudius stares at them angrily.
Claudius: (Stands and screams) Enough of this joke. (To the priests.) I have made my mind. He has to be punished. (To Valentine.) Father Valentine. You are found guilty of breaking the rules made by the ruler of the country. And so, I hereby sentence you to imprisonment for the next 50 years.
Valentine: Very well, King. Let that be able to stop love.
Curtain rises. A court room is shown on stage. Roman Emperor Claudius II and four of the senate members sit on the royal chair. The murmurs of the mob can be heard. Everyone becomes silent when two Roman soldiers come in with a priest with beard. He is pushed to the middle of the stage. Murmurs rise again. One of the priests raises his hand, and everyone becomes silent. He walks towards the bearded priest.
Priest 1: Good morning, Father Valentine. It is a pleasure to see you here. (Valentine smiles.) Do you know why you have been brought here?
Valentine: (Laughs) If I knew all answers, I would have been God.
Priest 1: Then I shall ask you some questions, of which I deserve to know some answers. (Looks back at the Emperor, and then to the mob.) The whole of Rome had heard at once, that to make strong men remain as such, to create a strong army, marriage was a sin of break. Young men were not allowed to marry by the rule of the Great Claudius.
Valentine: I had heard that one.
Priest 2: And despite of that, you conducted secret marriages. Is that true?
Valentine: By the Almighty’s grace, yes, it is true.
Murmurs heard around. The third priest rises and raises his hand, and the murmurs stop.
Priest 3: Answer me, Valentine! Did you or did you not make the siblings fall in something so called…love?
Valentine: No. They were in love. And I showed them how to be together.
Priest 1: That is a lie. You made them walk through the wrong path.
Valentine: They never felt it was wrong. And so do I believe that it was never wrong.
Priest 4: (Stands) And so do you believe that you have made a royal move by this mistake? (Silence) Don’t you have an answer?
Valentine: I don’t have an answer that suits you.
Murmurs heard again.
Priest 4: I also heard that you are referred to as friends of lovers. Do you have anything to say about that?
Valentine: They were young. They wanted to be together. Their love was stronger than the law of the weak. And so I was with them, as a friend.
Priest 3: Don’t you regret.
Valentine: No…I don’t.
Priest 1: Tell me, Valentine! Don’t you now realize the aftermath of the great sin you have committed. People have disgraced their king because of you. People have disrespect for the senate. All what was decided here was for the right of the people. And you made them move through the wrong path of life. Do you have any justification for that?
Claudius rises.
Claudius: I give you a chance, my friend Valentine. You are guiltily by law. Admit it in front of the mob around you, and you shall be pardoned. You shall be sentenced and nothing more. But mark your words properly, for any wrong word may cause the blade over your neck.
Valentine looks up at him. He then walks two steps ahead and looks at the mob.
Valentine: A confession it is I make today. Yes, I did. I did break the rule. Yes, I did. I did get them married. Yes, I did, I helped them be together. And to be guilty…no…I’m not guilty.
The mob almost screams. Claudius stares at them angrily.
Claudius: (Stands and screams) Enough of this joke. (To the priests.) I have made my mind. He has to be punished. (To Valentine.) Father Valentine. You are found guilty of breaking the rules made by the ruler of the country. And so, I hereby sentence you to imprisonment for the next 50 years.
Valentine: Very well, King. Let that be able to stop love.
25 August 2009
What I Felt Part 1 The Story
This is now the story of a girl who faces the worst of life, and realizes later on that she was not just representing herself, but millions like her. Jessica comes across the life in the most different way, and views it as for the narration. Inspired by what I have heard of from around, here is what she says in the beginning.
Upon the beat of heart
There is always the passion of love
There is always the built of dreams
There is always the world of hope
To live in such a world
Is the boon of God
Heavenly gift he gives by heart
That we earn with the at most pure
For blessed we are man kind
Lest who realize not
The inner spirit that thunders
For man sees the pain more to gain
And for those who see upon their dreams
This is the story of What I felt
There is always the passion of love
There is always the built of dreams
There is always the world of hope
To live in such a world
Is the boon of God
Heavenly gift he gives by heart
That we earn with the at most pure
For blessed we are man kind
Lest who realize not
The inner spirit that thunders
For man sees the pain more to gain
And for those who see upon their dreams
This is the story of What I felt
Killer X
Killer X is a different story of mine, which speaks on psychotic murders committed by an unknown person, and the investigation followed after it. It is not basically dependent on suspense, but the factors of murders and the reason behind it. Here is an excerpt from the story.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen!” he greeted everyone, “Today…it’s an honorable day for me, because I could hoist one of the most known carnivals in this world. And I have to regret that I got my price not because I am a great actor, but because I have been able to conquer your hearts. Your love worth more to me than the Oscars themselves.”
There were big claps. “And most amazingly…I have to say…that it’s an honor to hoist such a day on my 40th birthday. I have to regret that I’m getting old…”There were laughs from the crowd, “…but still I am proud to rest in your hearts.” There were more claps from the people.
Right then a guard came to him and said, “I have something for you sir. The note on it said it is from your daughter.” Powell stared at him and then at the package he held. It was beautifully wrapped and was neatly tied.
He took it from him and checked around. There was a paper stuck to its ribbon. He took it out. It was folded two times. He unfolded once and read, “This says….This is from your dearest daughter.” He smiled. People were still watching him. He smiled more and unfolded it more, to read, “This contains my heart, dad!”
His eyes became watery, and he spoke through the mike, “After all your love…I still have to regret, saying that my daughter loves me the most in this world.” There were murmurs of joy between the people. He looked at his wife, who had started to unwrapped the gift.Powell snatched it from her. He was the one to tear open the last and opened the package. And then, for a few minutes his scream swept throughout the park again and again. His wife screamed loudly, and he fell down with his eyes open, and hands twitched. And the package fell off his hands, letting the people see what was in it.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen!” he greeted everyone, “Today…it’s an honorable day for me, because I could hoist one of the most known carnivals in this world. And I have to regret that I got my price not because I am a great actor, but because I have been able to conquer your hearts. Your love worth more to me than the Oscars themselves.”
There were big claps. “And most amazingly…I have to say…that it’s an honor to hoist such a day on my 40th birthday. I have to regret that I’m getting old…”There were laughs from the crowd, “…but still I am proud to rest in your hearts.” There were more claps from the people.
Right then a guard came to him and said, “I have something for you sir. The note on it said it is from your daughter.” Powell stared at him and then at the package he held. It was beautifully wrapped and was neatly tied.
He took it from him and checked around. There was a paper stuck to its ribbon. He took it out. It was folded two times. He unfolded once and read, “This says….This is from your dearest daughter.” He smiled. People were still watching him. He smiled more and unfolded it more, to read, “This contains my heart, dad!”
His eyes became watery, and he spoke through the mike, “After all your love…I still have to regret, saying that my daughter loves me the most in this world.” There were murmurs of joy between the people. He looked at his wife, who had started to unwrapped the gift.Powell snatched it from her. He was the one to tear open the last and opened the package. And then, for a few minutes his scream swept throughout the park again and again. His wife screamed loudly, and he fell down with his eyes open, and hands twitched. And the package fell off his hands, letting the people see what was in it.
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