Some 'More' on the latest project!

Dear reader,
I have decided to name My next will be named as 'Revenge Digitalized'. It will be written from perspective of two people, one from a father and the other from the son. What makes it interesting is the little cross cutting of ideas of the father and the son. Moreover, the son has the ability to break the fourth wall ( Talk directly to the readers). All these things I am experimenting for the first time. Please keep supporting me. And one more thing, thank you for more than 7,000 views to my content.  Its a huge number and I hope this number keeps increasing. Frankly, I never imagined such a huge number. That too without a Times of India's front page ad!  Please follow me the next time you like one of my posts to show some more support! And one more thing,  I will not be selling my blog to adsense as suggested by google (google's  advertising website) only for money. I don't want money. I only want love!







   Below is some more from my latest.

‘Car crash kills two’ I read out the headline of the newspaper to my little six year old daughter. I had promised her that I will teach her how to read her the newspaper so that she can show off her extraordinary skills (heavy coughs) to her friends. 

I didn’t know whether it was appropriate to start with such a news but I could find anything else more interesting. Accidents are not a very common thing in Jammu, my city. Wait, I forgot to introduce myself. I Kartik Kumar am the head of marketing department of Hewlett Packard (known as H.P) computers of the Jammu head office. I live with my daughter, son, wife and parents. And my fate to say, I am ‘Middle class’.

‘What?’ she asked me puzzled scratching her little chin. Looks like kids don’t understand road accidents.

‘I said that a car crash has killed two people. Oh wait; the two were father and son. Poor fellows’ I said lost in my own pity and poor world. What a life did god gave to them.

‘Dad see. My friend Astha, Shobha and Amishka know how to read a newspaper. Teachers praise them and all the class clap’s for them. I also want to be like them but looks like you cant teach me. I better ask bhaiya’ she said with anger in her eyes. Frankly, for that second even I was scared of my daughter. She was behaving like an idiot, I guess.

Thinking of an idiot, my phone rang. It was from my boss, the General Manager of operations, Sh. S.K Iyer . Frankly, he was an idiot. A south Indian from Chennai when gets transferred to a city like Jammu and adapt to the north Indian way of living gives you my boss.

‘Yellow’ he said in his thick south Indian accent. His taste in food must’ve changed but his accent didn’t. He wanted to say ‘Hello’.

‘Good morning sir’ I said as I don’t know why, stood up from my chair startling my daughter.
‘Good morning eh? Martik..’
‘Sir it is Kartik’ I said. That bastard had a terrible habit of acting to forget my name to show how much unimportant I am in his life.
‘Whatever. So Kartik, is today Eid?’ he said. I was puzzled and glanced at the calendar on the opposite wall.
‘No sir’
‘Diwali?’
‘No sir’ I said. Bastard should have a calendar in his room. Why was he asking me such things?
‘Yidiot, then why are you not here’ he shouted. It felt worse than a dog’s bark. I hurriedly checked my watch. It was 11:40 and I was late by half an hour.
‘I will fire you!’ he again shouted.
‘And I will set you on fire’ I whispered as images of me pouring gasoline on a hand cuffed and tied with a chair Iyer appeared in my mind. He tried to speak but was gagged. Suddenly I took out a matchstick and set him on fire. A devilish smile appeared on my face.

‘What? I didn’t hear it. Bastard come to aafice. I will see you today’ he spoke distracting me from my thoughts. Thanks heaven he didn’t hear me.
‘Yes sir coming’ I said as the ignorant bastard hung up.

‘Meenal!’ I shouted. In a fraction of seconds my wife appeared in the room with a tray with my blood pressure medicines and a glass of milk filled above its capacity almost about to spill.

‘No time for this. Where is Lakshman?’ I asked her. Lakshman, my useless son which had a habit of sleeping through days and I guess nights too.

‘He is sleeping’ She said politely with a smile.

‘Bastard! He told me that he will help me with that god damn presentation today’ I slammed my wrist on the table. My daughter who had just gone into sleep woke up with a jerk, in her seat. I work like a donkey and my son sleeps like a horse!

‘Cool down ji. Cool down’ she said, ‘Have you taken your medicines?’
‘No. Thanks for reminding me’ I said with a smile and galloped down the tablets, taking a sip of the milk. Who needs a personal assistant when you have such a caring and lovely wife!

I wore my bag and waved my daughter and my wife good bye. I sat on my old rusted, 1998 model bike and kicked it to ignition. I was lucky it started on my third attempt; else it takes me about a dozen. With smile on my face, I drove towards my office.

‘Wake up Lakshman!’ my mom said shaking me while I was on my trip to the Kennedy Space Centre, US. Well to be particular, in dreams.

‘What time is it?’ I asked as I rolled my eyes.

’12 of the evening. Your dad was too much angry today because of your lazy, late waking up habits’ She said.

‘Tell me something new mom. And I am just sixteen. It is the age of waking late and partying hard’ I said.

‘You are missing something’

‘Umm.. Showing off your new clothes to friends?’ I guessed.

‘No! Its studying. You don’t study much. Your dad said you told him that you will help him with a presentation today but you didn’t. That is not good’

Frankly, I am just like you. Yes you, the one holding that god damn novel and laughing on my situation. The only difference is that I am a little screwed, middle class and wait a teenager too

Exclusive Passage of my upcoming Project! Plus a Little Thank You!!!!

My dear readers,

Thank you for constantly (more constant then the value of Plank's constant!) supporting me. It makes me feel good when I hear your views on my blogs and stories. Its been recently when people come to me and ask me my blog's website (which saves me from advertising) and feel related to in a sense to my blogs. Thank you for your support! Thank you again! I love you! Below here is my latest project's exclusive Passage. Hope you like it!

P.S: Do watch this space on 2nd of October! A little Surprise

Laksh Kishore

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‘Hurry up Gopi!’ His father said, ‘We are getting late! School tomorrow’ he continued as his little five year old son stood on his toes peeping inside the ice cream van’s fridge searching for his favourite flavour. The owner of the van rolled his eyes as he checked his watch. It was half hour past midnight. His kids would be waiting for him too.

The road was empty. The only street light flickered. The man and his son Gopi had come to a roadside ice cream vendor to buy ice cream for themselves.

‘Grandpa likes butterscotch’ little Gopi said coming back at his feet.

‘I don’t know whether he likes butterscotch or not, but I am sure that if you don’t hurry I will kick your butt’ His father said as he yawned. Middle class life is worse than all. Work like a donkey, earn a little, save a little and then die.

Gopi giggled as he told the vendor to give him three butterscotches. The vendor thanked handed the kid the ice creams and thanked the almighty as he took the money from Gopi’s father because it was the last buck he earned today.

‘Thank you’ Gopi’s father said holding his little finger’s ready to go to home.

Suddenly the sound of scratching tires startled Gopi and his father as well as the vendor. A car was coming straight towards the van in high speed. 

In a fraction of seconds the car ripped through the van running over the father and son while the vendor’s blood spread on the car’s body as his body, in a mashed condition rested on the wind screen.

The driver got out of car and cursed heavily in the air while talking to someone on phone. It was clear that he was drunk and was using his cell during driving which caused the accident.

‘Shit!’ he vomited, struggling to keep a balance and holding a phone in his right hand.

‘Nothing baby. Nothing happened. I am coming... Oh no that was just a... dog’ He said on his phone.

Gopi’s was no more. He was breathless; his eyes wide open with blood covering his face but his father was still alive. He was breathing heavily as he saw the driver with pitiful eyes.

The driver hung up and glanced at Gopi and his father. His father placed his hands on his chest as the car drove ran over it injuring him badly.

‘Sa..ve... M....e’ his father cried watching the driver intensely. The driver was in his mid 20’s and had a muscular yet small frame. He had a fair complexion.

‘No! No! No!’ the driver said to himself again cursing in air as he got into his broken car and reversed it causing the bruised body of vendor to fall down.

‘Plea..se..’ Gopi’s father cried again. The driver sped off in thin air and watching the car rushing through the empty road, Gopi’s father too become breathless and closed his eyes preparing himself for a journey to a new world.

 A world where real humanity existed. A world where happiness was the only money. A world where technology doesn’t controls people....