Showing posts with label Home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Home. Show all posts

November 15, 2013

To Home, with love. (= - Story 11

Hello readers, forgive me for my absence (or rather the absence of my posts). I know I owe you 3-4 posts. I will be posting them in a short span of time. In fact, as early as possible. So to say, lets start with recents.

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Basically through this whole month, I had made myself cosy playing Assassin's Creed III. Hehe. Currently in Sequence 8. Currently, I am in Bridewell trying to assassinate Hickey.


So, basically I stayed hours glued to this game, while my mother kept calling me for dinner. The game and functions are awesome - Full Sync, Animus Database, etc. But it's a bit taxing on your GPU. The timeline is a bit loose, though.

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November (and winter) is setting in. I have a few injuries after Children's Day, so I gotta rest. But all-in-all, Children's Day was awesome. DJ mixing, breaking window panes, cricket, fighting with territorial enemies, we had all. But it was breaking a window pane, not panes though. It was almost melodramatic. Someone throws the ball, points at the batsman for a four and the batsman gives a sixer. Nice. It hits the pane almost like those slo-mo ads we have these days. Bang! And then the whole floor is eerily quiet, as if nothing existed. DJ mixing; my friends Shuchita, Pritam & Sanjana brought the songs. While Sagnik, Rounak and I mixed them (with MIXX). It was awesome. 

We started playing cricket when suddenly a bunch of idiots started playing Basketball in our area. We moved to the Bus Bay and played football there and it was fine unless one of the people in my team stumped his shoe on my toe. Oh, nice. That's when I almost fall comically.
That's all readers, Await a few more in this month.

August 17, 2013

Concentration - Story 10

  I was determined to write a story today and after 5 hours of brain-racking and sweating like a dog I finally produced my first (which I feel) should-be-a-novel story. Just read on and believe me you will be caught up......
  Feedback is welcome.
 Stun Darts
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  Derek and Will got down from the public bus hesitantly. Their foster parents had kicked them out realizing that there was no use of these two brothers they had sheltered. But they had no idea of the place they has unknowingly stepped into. The smell of rotten fish and vegetable filled their nose and they were forced to travel along the tide of daily shoppers who came here to buy fresh foodstuff. And they found it too but without the adjective fresh before it.
  The CCTV which had been put across through the city tracked their every move. Even their swatting of a fly was carefully recorded on a hard disk with a capacity to last their entire lives. The people who were sitting behind the desks watching them however didn’t look as if they were going to last till Derek and Will’s death. They were pale and their skin dry and chapped due to the constant air-conditioning. They have been monitoring the boys for seven years.
  Yes, seven years. For seven years, these hairless and emotionless people had been employed to keep watch over these boys. Rarely, they asked for any food or drink. To one single room, more than 400 CCTVs were connected. They were constantly monitored by 80 people. There were four parts of the city – namely, North, South, East and West. And basically 4 groups – with 20 in each. The boys who had abruptly shifted from North to West had again brought a row of sighs from them. A rare sight was seen from these agents – grief.
  The last group of these agents codenamed “Vortex Dragon” was taken to Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam and shot down. The reason was that they were tired and decided to take a ten minutes’ rest. It turned out that as these agents were monitoring the boys, so were they being monitored by a higher group of people. Usual. But the current group of agents codenamed “Alpine Wolf” were tougher and had much more endurance. Downtime of 1 minute in approximate 525960 minutes. That’s it.
  The members of “Alpine Wolf” were taken to a training facility for elite agents in Iraq. For 1 year, they were on starvation rations –5 litres of water in a day, hard bread thrice a day and chicken stew occasionally. Every day wasn’t the same however. Monday was endurance test, Tuesday was strength test, Wednesday was skill test and so on. All in all, there was absolutely no rest.

January 01, 2013

Commencing New Year. –check status = boring – Story 8


Today was one of the boring days ever.  Although many people would be against me for making a wonderful day boring, truly my conscience couldn’t help it. To me, it was a normal, average, vacational holiday. Nothing special. Well, the ones next to my house had played loud music the whole night (getting  me stressed out in the process) so I was pretty sleepy the whole day.
Going back to the night, my thoughts too were pathetic – I was thinking of handing over the neighbours to the police. As the night progressed and I was unable to achieve a wink of sleep my thoughts turned weirder  - Why doesn’t someone set fire to their house? Why can’t the trolls steal their babies? Why can’t they just *shush up*? But finally as usual (and as all stories go), I fell asleep.
Now, fresh start for a day. I went to Facebook, talked to some guys and posted a picture which said – “KEEP CALM AND LET 2013 BE AWESOME”.
I turned to my study desk. Homework – Untouched. Project – Untouched. We had 17 days of vacation. Project for 8 subjects. Considering 2 days for each project, I only had 1 day extra. So, isn’t that heartless and all students know it too well.

P.S. Really Belated Happy New Year 2013!

October 22, 2012

Another Mr. Perfectionist (Father) - Story 6


The father-son duo currently residing was an exact copy of each other. Too pedantic. Too perfect.
It was an awesome Saturday morning – well until then. The Puja Vacations had just befallen and there was very little work for me to do. My father suddenly came up to me, looking as if he had just been fired for no reason and whispered to me in a sinister undertone, “Clean up the room, boy.” I looked up at him lazily. Then, his actual borrowed from a lion, roar-like voice spoke to me, “No storybooks must be kept in the study room. Stationeries must be kept separate from the books. All your gadgets must be kept out of the room.” And on and on and on……………………………….
Finally, when he finished reading or rather reciting his rules – I was practically dead. Well, not practically but literally. So, to re-peace myself, I went up to the refrigerator and poured myself a nice glass of Getorade. When I again felt like myself, I asked him boldly, “Can you repeat?”
He did repeat, only this time with some proverbs – which were maybe to gain my concentration but nonetheless I didn’t understand.  So, I started cleaning up my books. Arranging them and stuff. And that’s when – bang! There was I arranging the books with a Oxford Mini Dictionary at the bottom of the pile and a class 8 Maths book at the top. Obviously, there were hazardous results, well not that hazardous – I had to suffer a bookslide . Finally, after arranging all the books, I went to breakfast thinking – how much longer I have to work like a POW (prisoner of war) for this great duo.

October 13, 2012

Mr. Perfectionist (Grandfather) - Story 5


It was one of those rare occasions when my grandfather came to visit us. He was a kind of ultra-happy guy who had nothing to do on any day, except maybe going for a doctor’s checkup. He used to smoke regularly but after his sudden brain hemorrhage, he reduced it to 1 cigarette. And more or less, he used to have paan everyday. But as the world goes – everybody has their own uniqueness. He was too pedantic, as you call it. And often this character of him befell on me as a great calamity. Like one day, I wrote my Bengali essay in the best of moods so it was actually ‘kinda’ awesome. But my grandfather’s eyes didn’t search for all that. His eyes went up to the level of the misspelling and his face became a scowl.  His eyes seemed to be telling, “Hey! What the heck are you doing? Can’t you be just perfect? You are too imprudent.” I couldn’t stay there anymore. I just took my chance and blazed out of the room. There were so many of these events. But that’s nothing bad. He’s a nice grandfather and used to love me dearly.
I asked him, “Grandfather. Why are you so pedantic?”
“What does pedantic mean?” he questioned back.
But before I could answer, he had already gone up to the bookshelf and chosen a somewhat large dictionary to search for the word. Finally, he found it and continued the conversation.
“Well, yes I am, my dear boy. You see I always liked to be perfect. Call me, Mr. Perfectionist if you want. That’s how I could journey through and reach this stage of life. Extreme discipline and perfection, that’s what I believed in. Now, let’s go and have dinner. We’re getting late. Enough talk for today.”
I gave a lot of thought to what my grandfather said – and finally deduced that he was somewhat right.

September 23, 2012

Dear Homework - Story 2

It was 20th September. Current time–9:05 PM. I checked my to-do list –
  • Bengali - nearly 12 pages of homework
  • Maths - Ratio - 10 sums
  • ISA Project Letter


I calculated the time which will be taken by each and came to the conclusion that it will be 12 o’clock by the time I finish everything. I was absolutely taken aback by the idea of even trying. Finally, I convinced myself that “I can do it” (doesn’t work too effectively though).  I worked like workaholic and wrote really fast but my handwriting was nothing – just merely legible scribbles. By the time it was 9, my whole body was joggling with the continuous movement of my hand. I realized I shouldn’t have been shirking my duties. I thought of the way I could escape doing all. But my brain clearly answered, “None”. So, there was I lost to the world; working as a loner with no means to escape. I finally broke my train of reverie with a jerk and again started to work. I finally had my dinner at 11 and went to work again. I reviled my brain for making me such a shirker. At 11:50, I somehow finished all my homework except Maths. But, by then I was so sleepy, I already felt like hallucinating. Before I went to sleep I just prayed to God that the Maths teacher was absent tomorrow. So, let’s see if God listens to the prayers of a small, gullible (ok, maybe not) child.

N.B. You will not realize the amount of work till the eleventh hour.