Академический Документы
Профессиональный Документы
Культура Документы
com
A QUARTERLY MAGAZINE OF CREATIVE WRITING OCTOBER 2018 | VOL. 1 | ISSUE 1 PRICE `80
13 SHORT
STORIES
2 BOOK
REVIEWS
Printed at: Amit Arts, Plot No. 36 MW, Industrial Area Phase I,
46 Tia and Pia
by Karan
Chandigarh
O U R T E A M
Dr. Anita Sharma Sohinee Dey Dr. Rajender Attri Anshuk Attri
Associate Editor Book Reviewer Consulting Editor Managing Editor
Dr. Anita Sharma has been Sohinee Dey is a full-time reader Rajender Attri retired as an Anshuk has a master's
teaching English to and writer, and a part-time student. Associate Professor of degree in Aerospace
undergraduate and In mid-2017, she started her own Political Science from RKMV, Engineering from
postgraduate students since book blog Sohinee Reads & Shimla. Technical University of
1989, in various colleges of Reviews, which recently was He has numerous books to his Catalonia, Barcelona
Maharashtra and Himachal chosen as one of the 'Top 50 Book name including Himachal and a bachelor's degree
Pradesh. Review Blogs in India' by Pradesh : A Himalayan in Aeronautical
At present, she is teaching at Feedspot. She is also a Goodreads Dreamland, Himachal Engineering from
Rajkiya Kanya Mahavidylaya Top Reviewer. Her short story has Pradesh : Ek Bahuayaami Punjab Engineering
(RKMV), Shimla (H.P). been published in anthology, Dad's Parichay, and Dr. Yashwant College, Chandigarh.
Besides being on the editorial Darling Daughter. Her poems have Singh Parmar : A Political His rst book, Quarter
board of journals like Research been published on many e-zines Biography.
and other online platforms Life Crisis, was
Digest, Ripples, Langlit, and He is also on the editorial board published in April 2017
DJ JELAL, she has published including Spillwords, By Me of the magazine Himachal
Poetry, and Her Heart Poetry. She by Maple Press.
two critical books on American Competition Focus, which is
and Canadian Poets, and more has also contributed to an printed monthly in both
than fty scholarly articles. international poetry anthology, English and Hindi.
Poetica.
You can read her blog at:
www.poesyinchrysalis.wordpress.com.
01 | OCTOBER 2018
From the
Editor's Desk
–—
OCTOBER 2018 | 02
THE SHORT STORY
BY
Dr. ANITA SHARMA
03 | OCTOBER 2018
THE SHORT STORY
in the Rue Morgue'. merit to the one who narrates it as well as to the one who listens
In Germany, the rst collection of short stories was by to it. Stories were held in high esteem as an inexhaustible source
Heinrich von Kleist in 1810 and 1811. The Brothers Grimm of teaching and delight, a t medium to inculcate values. The
published their rst volume of collected fairy tales in 1812. E. T. tradition was carried on by common people who relied on the
A. Hoffmann followed with his own original fantasy tales, of treasure found in great Indian epics, as well as folk narratives.
which The Nutcracker and the Mouse King (1816) are the most Ancient Indian epics, such as the Ramayana and the
famous. Mahabharata are not based on a single plot; they are a series of
stories related to the central plot.
In the later 19th century, the growth of print magazines and
journals created a strong demand for short ction. With rapid The rst written collection of stories from India is the
industrialisation, people got less time to read long pieces of Panchtantra. It is also the rst Indian book to be translated into
literature. They expected to read something interesting in a many western languages. Another famous literary collection of
short period, and in a single sitting. This demand was fullled Indian folk tales is in Sanskrit, called Kathasaritsagara, which
by the short story and soon it became a popular genre. In the means ocean or sea of stories, by Somdeva written around 1070.
United Kingdom, Thomas Hardy wrote dozens of short stories, Folk Tales of India by Ramanujan—a collection of oral tales
including 'The Three Strangers' (1883), 'A Mere Interlude' from 22 languages—comprises stories written originally in
(1885) and 'Barbara of the House of Grebe' (1890). Rudyard Tulu, a Dravidian language.
Kipling published the short story collections, such as Plain Hindi writers, such as Munshi Prem Chand, Jaya Shankar
Tales from the Hills (1888) for grown-ups as well as The Jungle Prasad, Rabindranath Tagore, Acharya Chatursen, Janandra
Book (1894) for children. In 1892, Arthur Conan Doyle brought Kumar, Yash Pal and many more contributed to the genre. Story
the detective story to a new height with The Adventures of telling is a skill that comes quite naturally to human beings,
Sherlock Homes. H. G. Wells wrote his rst science ction particularly Indians, because of their being fed on
stories in the 1880s, while Herman Melville published his story grandmother's tales since their infancy and also because of their
collection, The Piazza Tales, in 1856. ancient, rich and continuing traditions. The Indian English short
The most prolic French author of short stories was Guy de story can be traced back to the Brihatkatha Saritsagara of
Maupassant. In Russia, Ivan Turgenev gained recognition with Gunadhya and the Jataka Tales of Buddha. Starting with S.C.
his story collection A Sportsman's Sketches. Nikolai Leskov Dutt's Realities of Indian Life (1885), the tribe of short story
created his rst short stories in the 1860s. In the United writers has continued to increase and allure readers.
Kingdom, periodicals, such as The Strand Magazine, The References
Sketch, Harper's Magazine and Story-Teller contributed to the 1. Abrams, M.H. A Glossary of Literary Terms. New York: Holt
popularity of the short story. Hector Hugh Munro (1870-1916), Rinehart, 1957. Print.
also known by the pen name, Saki, wrote satirical short stories
2. Naik, M.K. A History of Indian English Literature. New
about Edwardian England. In Ireland, James Joyce published
Delhi: Sahitya Akademy,1982. Print.
his short story collection, Dubliners in 1914.
3. Keid, Ian. The Short-Story: The Critical Idiom. London:
The period following World War II saw a great owering of
Methuen, 1977. Print.
literary short ction in the United States. The New Yorker
–—
continued to publish the works of the form's leading mid-
century practitioners, including Shirley Jackson, whose story,
'The Lottery' published in 1948, had elicited the strongest
response in the magazine's history at the time. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The rst years of the 21st century saw the emergence of a
new generation of young writers, including Jhumpa Lahiri, Dr. Anita Sharma has been teaching English to
Uma Parameswaran, Farida Karodia, Shauna Singh Baldwin, undergraduate and postgraduate students since 1989, in
Karen Russell, Nathan Englander, Kevin Brockmeier, George various colleges of Maharashtra and Himachal Pradesh.
Saunders, German-American bilingual writer, Paul-Henri At present, she is teaching at Rajkiya Kanya Mahavidylaya
Campbell, and Dan Chaon. Blogs and e-zones joined traditional (RKMV), Shimla (H.P).
paper-based literary journals to showcase the work of emerging Besides being on the editorial board of journals like
authors. Research Digest, Ripples, Langlit, and DJ JELAL, she has
published two critical books on American and Canadian
Thus, the development of the short story is distinctive. Its Poets, and more than fty scholarly articles.
growth suggests the popularity of this genre. The most
important elements of the short story are plot, characters,
narrative perspective (point of view) and setting. In ancient
India, it was believed that listening or narrating a story grants
OCTOBER 2018 | 04
T hieves By
Dr. Hemant Chopra
Wrapped in the dark blanket of night, the small village lay “A drink and a couple of eggs between the two of us on a
submerged in sleep. Not even a dog stirred in its pitch-black cold night like this? You sure know how to keep a man on the
alleys on this moonless night. But in one lane, there was edge,” said Pakhar, as they trudged down the slope towards the
movement as Maniya picked his way slowly through the gloom. bank. A thicket loomed ahead. Slowing down, Maniya lit a
Stopping in front of a door, he knocked softly. Inside, Pakhar matchstick, and approached it slowly. He went on to remove a
turned over on the bed and glanced at the door. pile of dried sarkanda grass from its side, revealing a tractor and
“Coming,” he said, pulling off the blanket and getting up. a trolley. Pakhar took a ferocious pull at the beedi which made it
Putting on his slippers and picking up a shroud, he stepped out. crackle, and then throwing it away, he climbed up on the driving
The chill made him shudder. “Must be around two in morning,” seat. Maniya jumped upon the mudguard behind him. The
he thought. engine came alive and the tractor lurched down the slope,
towards the sarkanda thickets lining the river bank.
“Here,” said Maniya, offering a smouldering beedi.
Placing it between his teeth, Pakhar took a deep drag and looked “It is better to be on the edge on a night like this, friend.
around. “The cold is killing tonight. Let us postpone this for After all, we are thieves, aren't we?” said Maniya.
some other day,” he said, expelling the acrid smoke. “Thieves in the eyes of law or that harami guard of the
“Don't be foolish. It is a perfect night of frost, and there isn't contractor, who can sell his own father for money?” asked
a soul stirring. I have brought a couple of boiled eggs and a little Pakhar, as he pouted to exhale a burst of breath, which scattered
desi daaru (country liquor) also. Will keep away the chill,” said the hair of his moustache. “I hid a sword under the trolley. Let
Maniya, patting him on the back. the %&@ come. Thief or no thief, I am going to chop off his
leg.”
“Thieves of the black night,” mumbled Pakhar, wrapping
one end of the shroud carefully around his turban, and the rest The tractor crawled down the slope, like a prowling
around his shoulders like a mackintosh. predator, and the darkness all around seemed to mufe the growl
of its engine. A giant lurch made Maniya almost slide off the
Both of them started off towards the edge of the village,
mudguard.
which touched the eastern bank of a river. Being one of the
ubiquitous, nondescript hamlets scattered all over the country “%&@! Enough to make a pregnant woman abort, that
side, the village's only claim to fame was a sand quarry on this one,” cried Maniya, clutching the pipe of the canopy
bank. Yearly auctions, which were total shams, allowed corrupt “Take out that pint of yours and light the lamp while I back
cartels rights to it. up the trolley,” said Pakhar, pressing the pedal right up to the
05 | OCTOBER 2018
Thieves
oor to apply the worn-out brakes. which rose in the air, riding on the droplets of mist rising off the
Ahead, the river bank emerged, its surface ravaged by bank. A pile of the wet sand gradually grew in the middle of the
ditches created by relentless quarrying for the dark grey, trolley, where Maniya threw the contents of the trough with
mudless sand, which sold at a premium in the town. neat, twisting movements of his arms. An odd gust of breeze
swayed the lantern, making the shadows dance crazily and the
“It is hardly a pint but you make it sound like a whole big
river water throw up a dull shimmer in the inky night.
bottle. Let us do something rst to earn it,” said Maniya.
Climbing into the trolley, he threw a spade and a trough upon the “Stop,” whispered Maniya suddenly, raising his hand in the
wet sand, and jumped down to light the hurricane lamp. air and pointing towards two beams of light—apparently the
head lamps of two vehicles. Slowly, they inched down the
“Back it up slowly, and keep to the left. There is a ditch on
embankment towards the side of the bridge head, crazily
the right,” he said .
ashing up and down, like large ashlights in the hands of a
Pakhar backed the trolley across the sandy slush, carefully drunk.
keeping it on the left edge of the ditch.
“Shhh,” whispered Pakhar, lowering the wick of the lamp
“The spade is for you, for the rst half,” said Maniya, tying and groping under the trolley.
the lantern to the low branch of a kikar tree.
“Are you mad? It is a police raid. You show them sword and
“Always cheating; you are no better than that harami,” they are going to put a bullet through that stupid head of yours,”
retorted Pakhar, pulling off his blanket and taking off his cried Maniya, jumping forward and pulling him back.
slippers. “Sand cuts between the toes like a razor blade. But one
Suddenly the lights stopped and went off. There were loud
cannot buy a new pair every other day and I don't want to lose
clops of doors being closed and commotion of human voices,
these in the sand,” he added, placing the slippers carefully at the
which made the duo withdraw into a sarkanda thicket.
edge of a thicket. Then spreading his legs, he dug his feet into the
sand, spat between his palms, and picking up the spade, “It is something big, I tell you; may be a mining ofcer's
balanced it above his head for a moment. raid,” whispered Maniya.
“Here, take this,” he said, bringing it down in a neat swipe,
hewing off a large chunk of wet sand and depositing it into the "Mining ofcer himself to nab
trough.
two puny sand thieves?"
Soon, the night was lled with the dull thuds of the spade,
heavy breathing, muted curses, and the stench of human sweat, Pakhar asked.
OCTOBER 2018 | 06
Thieves
Suddenly, a staccato rat tat tat of gun re lled the air, “Stop, you %&@! Stop!” yelled Pakhar, jumping forward
punctuated by the pings of bullets, ricocheting off the metal, and and giving him a blow, which sent Maniya sprawling upon the
the shattering of glass. Simultaneously, screams rose as the sand.“How in the name of God can you think of doing this?” he
blazing barrels of ring guns danced to and fro in the darkness. cried.
And then there was a lull. “But we are thieves, are we not? How is one theft different
“Kill them all,” shouted a voice, and shooting started again from the other?”
till the screams died down. “Yes we are thieves, but do we eat carrion left behind by
Flashlights in faceless hands probed the darkness. merchants of death?” Pakhar snapped, snatching the ashlight.
He once again pointed it at the ring, and bent down. A
“Check for breath and pulse. Spare no one. Check inside
monogram of two intertwined letters appeared.
also,” shouted someone. Faceless hands yanked open the iron
doors again. “Appears to be newly married. Must be the same age as my
son,” he said. Suddenly his legs felt lifeless and he slumped to
“Don't kill me,” wailed a voice, and there was a mufed
the ground. “Those devils have massacred the whole bus load of
sound of something heavy being dragged.
passengers, every single one of them,” he cried, his sobs shaking
“Spare me in the name of God!” cried the voice again, and his frame.
then the sound of a couple of shots punctuated the gloomy
“Someone tell me—why have they done it?” he added,
stillness one last time.
striking the sand with his clenched st.
“Let's go!” Sounds of running feet died down into deathly
Maniya watched the whole scene, rooted to the spot where
stillness.
he had fallen. Suddenly, he got up and took out the 'tharra' he
Pakhar peered at Maniya's face, aghast with terror. was carrying in his pocket.
“Lie still,” he whispered, gripping his arm. “Here, take a sip. It will steady your heart,” he said
Far away, there was sound of an automobile engine starting allowing the drink to touch Pakhar's lips, who gulped the whole
up, and the vehicle sped away across the bridge. thing in a go. The ery liquid passing his gullet made him wince.
“Come,” said Pakhar, getting up. Both of them ran towards “Yes, we are thieves; we steal sand. But we do not steal
the kuccha embankment, and suddenly it appeared before them, people's lives, their dreams and happiness. We are better than
looming out of the darkness—a passenger bus, tilted towards these merchants of death. Thousand times better,” he shouted
one side, with tyres half buried in the sand. Both of them stopped into the darkness.
and peered, snifng the air that carried the smell of gunpowder. “Shhh,” said Maniya, pointing towards the head of the
Holding Maniya's hand, Pakhar stepped forward, slipped, and bridge, from where a procession of ickering ashlights
fell down. Getting up, he stared at his hands. approached.
“It's blood,” he whispered and dug his hands into the sand “Let's go,” he said, trying to pull up Pakhar by his arms; but
to rub them clean. Pakhar pushed him away and got to his feet, tossing the empty
Maniya lit a matchstick, and both of them gaped at bodies liquor bottle towards the bus, where it shattered against the
frozen in grotesque postures of the dance of death. They bent metal frame.
down to pick their way amongst them. Maniya stumbled against The two thieves trudged slowly along the undulating path,
something buried in the sand. It was a ashlight. and were soon gobbled up by the darkness.
“Give it to me,” said Pakhar, and switching it on, shone it –—
upon the lifeless bodies scattered around, with blood still oozing
from some of the gaping wounds. Tiptoeing towards the door, he
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
stepped inside the bus. The driver lay hunched over the wheel,
with two holes in his back. Born in Shimla in 1955, Dr. Hemant Chopra studied
“They have killed every one, wiped out the whole Veterinary Sciences at Bikaner and joined Punjab
busload,” he whispered, coming out. services in 1981. After retiring from his job in 2014, he
joined the corporate sector, and at present, is running
A dull gleam struggled in the night around Maniya's feet.
his own consultancy rm. Passionate about writing
Taking the torch from Pakhar, he shone it upon the spot. A pair from his college days, most of his short stories are
of eyes, frozen in the shock of a sudden, cruel death, stared at ctionalised account of his experience as a rural vet.
him. Slowly, he moved the ashlight in a circle. A fair, young Currently, he is in process of getting a collection of
face, with a silky, budding moustache and arms crossed over its stories published. He is settled in Ambala
chest came into view. Maniya bent down, and held the lifeless C a n t o n m e n t . Yo u c a n r e a c h h i m a t
hand with a gold ring in its nger. Placing the ashlight hemant_1955@yahoo.co.in.
carefully on the ground, he tried to pull it off.
07 | OCTOBER 2018
M aya
Turning her head towards him, she smiled.
By
Usha Srikanth
“You asked, I didn’t reply.
“Memsaab, the car is at the door,” said the driver. Maya got head — had worked its magic on Sunil.
ready to leave her cabin, and took one last glance at the iMac to “Maya.....don't I stand a chance?” Sunil was stranded for
see if it had shut down. She was the CEO of a top networking the third time in two months.
company, the brain as well as the spine of the organisation. Clad –—
in a gure-hugging knee length dark blue business skirt; a beige
Maya opened the window of her Chevy Cruz to let in the
round neck; and a full-sleeved formal shirt, bought at Marks &
smoke-lled, damp air; she took in a deep breath, as if she were
Spencer, she felt her attire was perfect for the formal meeting
inhaling pure oxygen, put her head back, and relaxed, oblivious
she had attended that morning. The beige-coloured formal shoes
to the buzz of the maniacal honking.
completed the entire suave look.
–—
She took a look at herself in the elevator mirror and saw a
wheatish, dark-eyed oval face staring at her; the layer-cut hair “Maya! My goodness! What have you done to your hair?”
sat perfectly at her chin, giving a carefree look. her Grandma screamed. Before she could retort, a tight slap
resounded.
“Memsaab, shall we leave?” asked the driver.
“Daadi! Don't you dare hit me again; it's my hair.”
“Yes, Gopal,” Maya replied.
“Why did you cut it? To woo boys? Of course! What else
–—
could be expected?”
“Hey! Maya!”
Maya was too stung for words to make way; she was
It was Sunil, her co-worker, who was vying for the position sixteen and understood every syllable of the underlying
of managing director. He had the characteristic handsome face, unspoken words. She no longer fancied her new look, and she
and the chauvinistic air to give him the 'don't mess with me' rushed to her room. She grabbed the knob of the closet, drew out
look. the only picture of her mom, and spat at it!
“So, you're leaving? I asked you out yesterday.” The next day, she woke up earlier than usual to meet her
Turning her head towards him, she smiled. “You asked, I extremely busy father. “He will like my haircut,” she thought.
didn't reply.”
Sunil was bafed! No one had the cheek to deny him; no
one had, in fact, in a long time now — especially not a woman. A Maya was not magical-she was a
quick rush of blood ushed his cheeks. taboo, and Baba resented her as
“Yes… I mean, right. But Maya, you do understand? Don't she was a liability to him now,
you?” a living reminder of a
All she did was smile again. 'Maya' the name and her
humiliating relationship.
bewitching smile —which could make any man go soft in the
OCTOBER 2018 | 08
Maya
09 | OCTOBER 2018
Maya
“Dad called me. He's coming in a week.” She smiled to herself and closed the door of her room, to see
“Wow! That's nice.” the cellphone light up. A message:
“Oh, cut it out! You know what's gonna happen.” “Maya , your smile says it all. I'll be waiting in the Sheraton
tomorrow (Sat) at 11.30 AM”
“Sanjay, I don't know what you're...”
Here we go again........ Oh, Sunil!...... Maya closed her
“Maya, stop being ridiculous! Snap out of it. You run away
eyes.
from reality all the time.”
Sunil waited in a striped blue and white t- shirt, blue faded
“Why do you want to keep me away from your family?
jeans, and Nike shoes. His sun- burnt face, which mirrored
What's stopping you?”
maturity, love, and gentle firmness, looked more handsome with
“You really want me to say it?” Sanjay snapped, shocking a pair of Ray–Ban on it.
Maya. “Your mom left you and your dad, behaving like a slut;
Maya stood still, her heart racing as it used to, when she
you had your share of ings in college; you eloped with me; and
had a crush on Sanjay. No, it hammered even more., All she
here we are. What kind of dignied family would accept your
wanted to do was to get into his arms and experience the warmth
type as a bahu? ”
in the soothing sunshine. This was a new beginning, there would
Maya's world was shaken; the ground beneath her gave be magic after all.......
way.
“Ma! Ma!”
“I thought you loved me, Sanjay.”
“Diya! What happened?”
“I always will, but telling my family is a No-No! Maya, I
“Ma, I'm scared. I can't sleep. I had a dream that I went to
thought you were smart enough to take all this.”
the trip and when I came back, you weren't here. Ma, I don't want
“Sanjay, do you remember that I am pregnant?” to go. I don't want you to go anywhere,” sobbed Diya.
“I gave you the solution...” “No, darling”, said Maya as she took Diya into her arms,
“And you want to go ahead with...... with thaaat?!” “Ma will always be here.......”
–— Maya's eyes welled up with tears. She closed them once
“Memsaab, we're here.” more, only to see Sunil fading away, as the light from Diya, the
“Tomorrow, same time in the morning.” sunshine of her life, shone brightly.
Maya opened the door to her paradise. –—
OCTOBER 2018 | 10
T eacher
Extraordinaire By
Anshuk Attri
He'd usually be wearing a loose tting shirt tucked into his pants,
and would always have the same dust-laden dark brown shoes on.
Arnav was a student of business studies, a subject he had His gesticulations would be either very
opted for over computer science.It was not a subject that he was aggressive—maybe when he did not quite agree with
supposed to be serious about—a student of twelfth grade must himself—or quite mellow. Either way, it was a sight to behold,
be focussed on his engineering entrance examinations, not on something eccentric that the students enjoyed.
any plebeian subject. This course was just a formality; Arnav never made fun of Gautam Singh for this. His
something he needed to nish high school. argument was simple: after all, we all talk to ourselves, then why
If you could pay the school enough money, you were not single out one person who liked to do it in a dramatic way?
even required to attend classes, but Arnav's parents were not that Sometimes Arnav had a eeting thought of seeing his future in
rich. Therefore, as much as he hated it, he had to drag himself to this walking skeleton—a thought that made him shudder.
school ve days a week; and there, each morning, he would see Gautam Singh's monologue would be interrupted by the
his Business Studies teacher, Gautam Singh, make his way into school bell. On conclusion of the school assembly, after
the school. dutifully singing the national anthem, all the students would
Gautam Singh would barge through the gate, on his make their way to their classrooms, mostly after being
wobbling pale green Bajaj Chetak, and head straight for the reprimanded for not wearing polished shoes or not tucking in
faculty parking. He appeared to have suffered from malnutrition their white shirts neatly into their navy blue pants.
as a kid, and had never got down to correcting the imbalance. He Ties would come off as the twelfth grade would settle into
would park at the same spot every day, a place that was their seats, waiting for the roll call.
unofcially reserved for him. He'd usually be wearing a loose 'Present, Ma'am'; 'yes, Ma'am'; 'present'; 'here' were the
tting shirt tucked into his pants, and would always have the usual replies.
same dust-laden dark brown shoes on. Strange, because word
They'd have to suffer through two classes before they could
had it that he was earning a good salary.
walk out to a classroom on the other side of the hall for their
The rst thing he'd do after alighting from his scooter was business studies class. There, they would nd Gautam Singh
light a bidi. Arnav had never seen any other person smoking on leaning against the blackboard. He'd smile as the class walked
the school premises; even the security guards made it a point to past him, even though no one ever smiled back at him.
sneak out to do it. Gautam Singh would walk around, smoking
The class would take forever to settle into their seats. Some
the bidi and talking to himself. This had made him a butt of jokes
of them would shriek, call each other, talk and discuss some
around the school, but he never seemed to care. Even if he
match they had seen the previous night. People who never
caught people imitating him, he'd still continue.
11 | OCTOBER 2018
Teacher Extraordinaire
watched football would pretend to be experts, just to some student would throw something at him—an object that
participatein the conversation. they would have picked up on their way to the class, a piece of
Gautam Singh would say, "OK, that's enough," only to be chalk perhaps. Gautam Singh would turn around, and the
ignored. students would make grave faces, as if no one amongst them
"Silence," he would murmur. could have been responsible for a thing so heinous. An abashed
smile would smear his face, and then, as suddenly, he would
The students in the rst two rows would open their
resume teaching.
notebooks and stare at him intently. These were the "good" kids,
toppers of the batch, and people who were expected to be Once, a student took off the hat his bench-mate was
successful in the future. wearing and threw it at the board.
The others, especially the last rows would continue talking. Gautam Singh turned around, picked it up, and said, quite
Gautam Singh would walk up to them, and stand with his arms poignantly, "A hat must be worn on the head; it adorns one's
crossed and an embarrassed smile on his face. head. It has a special place. It's not something to be thrown."
And then he put on the hat, rather elegantly.
"OK, stop now," he'd say.
The class burst out laughing, while Gautam Singh resumed
They'd all stop, only to start again as soon as he turned.
his lecture on whatever in God's name he was teaching.
Ignoring the miscreants, Gautam Singh would walk to the
blackboard, and begin his class. He would have to speak loudly Arnav was never a part of those miscreants although he did
to be heard over the ruckus. He would try his best and the "good" enjoy their pranks. In fact, he would sometimes encourage
students would carefully jot down what he said, well, at least the others, slyly. The tossing of the hat was his idea, though his link
things they could understand. Not that they would be distracted to the crime was never conclusively proved.
because of the noise; it was just that Gautam Singh would be Gautam Singh's classes were rather hilarious, in fact they
talking gibberish most of the time. generated riots of laughter. Arnav looked forward to them.
"I once had tea with RK Narayanan, the rst president of The high jinks in his classroom would never deter Gautam
the country," he'd say in the middle of the lecture. "Not the rst, Singh. Even after being insulted in nearly every class, he'd try to
the current president, I mean." strike up a conversation whenever he happened to run into his
He meant KR Narayanan, the tenth president of India. students outside the connes of the classroom; but the students
avidly avoided him.
"When, Sir?" someone would ask, repressing a giggle.
–—
His murmuring would be incomprehensible. Cross-
One day, Arnav was hanging out with one of his friends,
questioning would begin, in the middle of which, he would turn
Eshan, in the latter's hostel room. Day-scholars were not
around abruptly to resume teaching.
allowed into the hostel and Arnav, being a day-scholar, had to be
At times when he'd be busy scribbling on the blackboard,
OCTOBER 2018 | 12
Teacher Extraordinaire
careful not to get spotted by the teachers. It was not easy to stay Gautam Singh's day would normally start with a realisation
under the radar, for just across the hostel were the faculty that the space next to him on his bed was empty, and had always
residences. He'd have to sneak through the back gate, where he been. It would take him half an hour to muster the strength to
would bribe the guard with a few cigarettes. step out of the bed, onto the concrete oor. Dragging himself to
Eshan fell asleep and Arnav left the room, hoping to sneak the balcony, he would light up a bidi.
out through the back gate of the hostel, like a brown ninja. He He did not live in the faculty residences, although he did
noticed that the guard had deserted his post, and so he strolled have a place — a small room —there. He preferred to live in a
out without a care in his mind. Barely had he crossed the gate, shabby two-storey house that he had inherited from his parents.
when he saw Gautam Singh standing there, ardently smoking a This house was on a hill just above the school, and in the
bidi. Arnav froze and wanted to turn away, but he had been morning he would get a very good view of the school's football
spotted. ground, being slowly ooded with sunlight. Often he would
"Hey, you there!" Gautam Singh exclaimed. "You aren't a mutter, shaking his head, "It has been years since I played. I was
hosteller, are you?" good."
"As a matter of fact I am, Sir." On this particular day, that melancholy feeling mornings
Gautam Singh squinted. brought with them was diluted. The school was going to start
after a short summer break and Gautam Singh enjoyed teaching.
"My name is Eshan."
Standing in his balcony, smoking his bidi, he stretched and
"Are you in my class?" sighed. A few more hours and he would get to do what he loved
"No, Sir. I study computer science." most. He could not wait to inspire students.
"I could have sworn that I have seen you in my class." "I know, I know, I should shift to cigarettes," he
"Maybe it is someone who looks like me, Sir. I have a very reprimanded himself, looking at the smouldering bidi. "I am a
generic face, I have been told." teacher at the best school in the world. I should have some
"Why are you sneaking out of the back gate?" class."
Arnav thought for a moment, and blurted, "I am not No one really knew why the school continued to employ
sneaking out, Sir. I have to attend the practise for Founder's Day. Gautam Singh. Students and teachers alike thought him to be
I am in the play, you see." crazy. Some said that the principal had a soft spot for him.
Whatever the reason for his occupying the post, Gautam Singh
"Why are you going out of the back way, then?" Gautam
had been teaching at the school for more than fteen years.
Singh asked, throwing his almost nished bidi on the ground,
Some say that he used to be "normal" once, that is, before his
and letting out smoke through his nose.
accident. Since no biographer had taken time to document his
Arnav looked around and said, slowly, "The view, Sir. So life and he had no known close friends, it was difcult to know
many trees; I like walking through here." He bent down to pick the truth.
up a fallen leaf and added, "I like nature. Very much."
Throwing the bidi butt down the hill, he turned around, and
Gautam Singh sighed and replied, "I am glad you do. waddled into the bathroom to get ready. The school would start
People don't care about the environment these days. They say in a few hours and he had to be there on time.
they do, but they don't. I do. I care a lot. I smoke bidis because
After a quick shower, he started dressing, realising that he
they are rolled from tree leaves, you see. Very medicinal
had forgotten to remove his night-socks before getting into the
properties those trees have."
bathroom. He took them off, threw them on the bed, put on a
Arnav nodded, trying to seem earnest. Before his teacher dingy old pair, and hopped into his shoes.
could question him further, he said, "If you don't mind, I'd have
Gazing into the mirror, he combed his hair, at least what
to take your leave, Sir. The practise starts in a few minutes."
was left of it, and could not help remember how different he
Gautam Singh excused Arnav, and the latter hopped to the used to look just a few years ago. He was heavier, his head full of
bus stop. thick hair, and his skin was light.
Arnav had lied to Gautam Singh, yes, but at least he had "I used to be taller," he said, with a smile.
been polite, especially even when he knew he didn't need to
His scooter was waiting for him just inside the gate that
answer any of the questions posed to him. Had it been someone
separated his property from the public road. The paint on the
else in Arnav's place, he'd have just pushed Gautam Singh and
boundary wall was marred by water, and moss was thriving on
run. There was no way Gautam Singh could have recognised
it. He pushed the metal gate open and dragged his scooter out.
Arnav the next day, or even gotten any other teacher to take his
complaint seriously. Still, Arnav never treated him badly. Most Five minutes later, he could see the school's main entrance.
of the time he felt sorry for Gautam Singh! At least that is what He was elated. Finally he would be where he was meant to be —
he tells everyone after all this time, maybe just to relieve himself in his habitat, roaming in the wilderness.
of the guilt. He could barely control his excitement during the
–—
13 | OCTOBER 2018
Teacher Extraordinaire
assembly. A few more hours and he would be teaching, he told Eshan yapped on,"I saw him hanging. I was in the common
himself. He looked around at the faces of the students, and to toilet when I heard a shriek - it was the sweeper aunty. We ran
him, they all looked eager to learn, to imbibe everything that over there and saw him. He had these creepy bulging eyes and
they were taught. He remembered being like that when he was his tongue was out. Quite weird, actually. All the teachers from
their age. the faculty residences assembled there in a few minutes, and
After the assembly, he watched the students leave in a single they started shooing us away. I managed to click a photo. No one
le for their classes. Then he walked to the Staff Room, opened saw me. Here, look at it. So strange, right? What I don't get is
his locker, and took out his attendance register, following which why he would come specially to the faculty residence to die. He
he sat at the table that stood in middle of the room. With a smile never lived there. His room was always empty. Now I am sure he
on his face he looked around. The hustle in the room made him will haunt the place..."
uncomfortable, but he knew that he would have to suffer through When Arnav's mother saw him enter the kitchen, she asked,
it just for a few minutes. After that, every teacher would be busy with a mother's worry, "Are you OK? Why did you come back?
and he would nally relax. He glanced at a piece of paper Are you sick?"
attached to his attendance register; it was his schedule. He saw "No, Ma. The school's closed today. A teacher killed
that the rst class of the day that he was supposed to take was himself, I think."
business studies for the twelfth grade. His mother started.
"How are you, Gautam Sir?" asked a woman in her mid- "Is there any juice left? I am thirsty," Arnav added, opening
thirties. Before he could reply, she had pranced out of the room. the refrigerator.
"Good, thank you. How're you?" he mumbled, regardless. That night, Arnav lay in his bed, thinking about Gautam
Three minutes later, he was alone. Singh.
When the clock struck a quarter to eleven he made his way "He could not have possibly done it because of the cap", he
to the third oor of the academic building, all ready to teach, to told himself a third time, before rolling over and burying his
inspire. This was the day the cap-throwing incident took place. head in the pillow.
–— "Why would he come specially to the faculty residence to
Three weeks after prodding his classmate to throw a cap at die?" he heard Eshan asking, as he drifted to sleep.
Gautam Singh, Arnav was dragging his feet as he made his way Maybe he wanted attention.
to the school. He had an essay due in the third period and he had
Maybe he did not want to die alone.
not even begun working on it.
–—
As he neared the school, he saw a bunch of students huddled
The next day, Arnav saw Gautam Singh's green scooter
outside the gate. The guard was shouting that the school was
standing in his "unofcial parking spot."
closed for the day and that the students should go home.
Thanking God, he hurried to a classmate who was standing next “What will become of it?” he thought. “Would someone
to the guard. come and get it? Did he have any heirs? A family?”
"What happened?" he asked. No ofcial announcement was made of Gautam Singh's
suicide. During the lunch break, Arnav overheard two of his
The classmate shrugged. “It's just closed I guess."
teachers talking by the water lter.
Arnav was walking back to his home, when he met Eshan
“Could've been depression,” said one of them.
and his hostel mates, loitering around the local bus stop.
“Doesn't matter. He was a weirdo. It was bound to happen, if
"So you heard?" Eshan asked him. On seeing the confused
you ask me,” Arnav heard, as he walked past, quietly.
look on his face, Eshan added, "Gautam hung himself in his
A week later, the scooter was gone, and Arnav never found
out what happened to it. Not that he cared anymore, anyway.
–—
"Gautam hung himself in his
faculty residence. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
They found him there." Anshuk has a master's degree in Aerospace Engineering
from Technical University of Catalonia, Barcelona and a
bachelor's degree in Aeronautical Engineering from Punjab
Engineering College, Chandigarh.
faculty residence. They found him there."
His rst book, Quarter Life Crisis, was published in April
Arnav listened without any reaction. He felt nothing,
2017 by Maple Press.
something that even to this day he nds rather enigmatic.
OCTOBER 2018 | 14
I s there a tness
coach in you? By
Vinayak Jawalkar
I had a friend, Amar, who was passionate about becoming a create time for his passion.
tness coach. In our college days, he used to talk about how He bought a bungalow, and it was a day of celebration.
much he loved to be t. On weekends, he spent his time in the
But somehow, Amar had mixed feelings, and he couldn't
gym instead of hanging out with us. All our college buddies
gure out the reason. He started to doubt if he was really happy
were happy for him. His passion inspired us. His interest in
with his wealth. He had gained weight after he quit the gym, and
tness grew so much that he decided to make a career of it after
he was not happy with the way he looked and felt. Not long after,
graduation.
he gave up the idea of pursuing his dream. Everyday, he would
I liked spirituality and psychology. I also wanted to write drive to work with a feeling of regret.
stories. We admired each other's passions. Amar would enjoy –—
my stories and share his criticism. We graduated and wished
It was a drizzly evening and I felt like having some hot tea.
each other good luck in our careers.
Wanting to feel the rain and enjoy the chilly breeze, I decided to
He landed his rst job in an IT company. He wanted to save walk to a nearby restaurant, beside which was a new book store.
money and start his own gymnasium. With time, he became
Usually, I prefer to go to the library to read; but, it had been
more focused on his IT job. He worked for three years while
a while since I had bought a book, so I made up my mind to
continuing his gym workouts.
check out what was in. Following a few minutes of browsing, I
Amar became determined to make quick money and move walked out, happily, after picking some English literature
up the corporate ladder. He stretched his work hours, which books.
drained his body and mind. His daily routine changed. He could
As I was about to enter the restaurant, a huge guy got down
not wake up at 5 a.m. for his regular workout, any more. He
from his car and waved at me. I could not recognise him, but he
stopped going to the gym so that he could get some extra hours
seemed to know me. Curiously, I slowly approached him.
of sleep, which his body demanded. Two years passed by. He
had become a project manager, and played a key role in his It was Amar!
organisation. It had been seven years since we had met each other. We
After ve years of slogging in the IT industry, Amar had went to a restaurant and ordered some sandwich and tea. We
made a fortune. He thought of opening his own gym and talked a lot, and I was happy to know that he worked in a reputed
coaching people. But, then his desires changed. He fell in love company. He shared with me details of his work, family, and his
with a girl and got married. He bought a luxurious car. new house.
His interest in tness started to disappear. He couldn't While sipping the hot tea, we shared our college memories.
15 | OCTOBER 2018
Is there a fitness coach in you?
Both of us enjoyed the drizzle. He advised that I should not leave my secure income and
I was working in a bank and led a comfortable life. I had comfortable lifestyle. He suggested, “You should rst save
been married then, and had a kid too. I told him that I was going money and buy a house.”
to quit my bank job. It startled him. Considering that I was “My job pays my bill and gives me perks, but does it full
working in a bank and led a comfortable life; was married, and my dream?”
also had a kid, he was naturally surprised. There was silence. Our conversation paused. His face
He asked, “Are you crazy? You want to quit a bank job?” showed no reaction. He started to listen.
“Do you remember that I wanted to become a writer?” I The rain was pouring outside.
replied. “If I'm not going to be a writer, I will become something
that I am not,” I began. “I like my bank job. I make enough
money. I get several perks. I live a good life. But, this is not all I
"My job pays my bill and want. I want something more”.
“Fullment,” I added, after a pause.
gives me perks, but does it
Finally, Amar broke his silence. He did not ask me why any
full my dream?" more. He became curious and started to grill me. He wanted to
know how I took this risky decision. No one leaves a secure
bank job and risks his career. My job recognised my talents and
He nodded.
gave me a life.
“I will become one, soon,” I said.
He interrogated “How did you nd the courage to do it?”
But, he couldn't accept that I was leaving my day job. He “Do you know the consequences of this risk?” “Isn't it scary?”
was unhappy with my decision.
I smiled at Amar and said, “If not now, then when. Yes, I
“I like to write, so why can't I become a writer?” I said. have fears. And, that's what pushes me to reach my goal. At
OCTOBER 2018 | 16
Is there a fitness coach in you?
some point, I have to face my fears. I choose to do it now.” “So, I let my goals drive me.
Amar's face glowed. He looked at me with determination. “Reason has always tried to stop my will. And, if I stop, I
“It's my insatiable desire to express myself,” I added. will stop forever. I think beyond reasons. I know I am taking a
tough path and I'll have a beautiful life.”
His smile proved that he was listening.
We conversed for thirty minutes. The rain stopped. It
He was surprised at my positive thoughts. He asked
became dark and we wanted to leave.
whether anyone criticised me for my decision.
I was happy to meet him. Before leaving, I asked him “Is
“People criticise and I listen to them. I take their
there a tness coach inside you?”
suggestions and bits of advice.
He smiled at me and said, “Yes. I will become one, soon.”
“Forget others. My own reasons stopped me from
becoming who I wanted to be. I procrastinated and that became –—
my roadblock. I feared to fail even before I started. It was a ABOUT THE AUTHOR
disaster. Vinayak Jawalkar is an independent writer from Chennai,
“I found a hundred reasons not to write. I created a India. He helps start-ups boost their online brand presence
comforting circle and was happy to live an average life. I spent by writing compelling blogs, SEO-focused articles, and
engaging website content. He is adept at converting
my leisure hours watching movies and hanging out with friends.
complex information into easily readable content. When he
But, I did not work towards my goal. is not writing, you can nd him relaxing on a beach, or doing
“Unless I have an internal urge to reach my goal, nothing y o g a a t h o m e . Yo u c a n c o n t a c t h i m a t
will work. vinayak0521@gmail.com, and follow him on Facebook at
fb.me/vinayakjawalkars, and Instagram at
“If I want to do something, I must start now. vinayakjawalkars. To know more about Vinayak, visit
pennbeyond.com.
penmanshippersonied.com
ppmag.online
17 | OCTOBER 2018
D isillusioned
By
Megha Katoria
The dome of the temple embraced the warmth of the rising devoted her life for the upliftment of destitute girls and women.
sun in the cold month of December. Myriad colours of life Whenever she came to meet her parents, she never failed to visit
welcomed the sunshine with birds chirping, bells ringing, and Anmol Ghar, the orphanage that her father had started for poor
worshippers treading their way to the temple. The shops stacked orphan girls. Seth Ji and Sarla Devi visited Anmol Ghar every
in a line outside the temple resembled the compartments of a day after their visit to the temple. They would enquire about the
train, and added to its spiritual vibrancy. The shopkeepers well being of the girls from the staff appointed to look after their
dusted their tables and cupboards as they displayed the incense needs.
stands, fragrant incense, small boxes of vermilion, bangles, red “How is Shama now?” enquired Seth Ji.
veils, coconuts, and other items offered to the goddess. The
“Last night she had high fever. I have given her medicine.
priest, clad in a white dhoti and a brown shawl wrapped over his
She is recovering now, Seth Ji,” replied Dulari, the nurse.
shoulders, circled the camphor around the idol of the goddess, as
he chanted mantras. “Take good care of her,” said Seth Ji to Dulari, as they
moved into the inrmary.
Seth Ji, a pious man known for his social service and
generosity, visited the temple daily along with his wife, Sarla Sarla Devi sat close to Shama on the bed, lightly stroking
Devi, to offer morning prayers. They would stand with folded her head. Unknowingly, Sarla's hand brushed against Shama's
hands, hypnotized by the holy chants escaping the lips of the chest as she turned back to ll a glass of water for Shama. Shama
priest. After reciting the mantras, the priest would distribute squirmed in pain.
prasad to the devotees. “What happened, dear Shama?” questioned Sarla, as tears
Today, as always, Seth Ji came with his wife to the temple, rolled down Shama's cheeks.
as was his routine. He had brought some things for the temple. “It's the fever, Sarla Ji, and her deteriorating health that
“We have brought some water-vessels and mats for the make her inrm. We are attending to her health properly. She
temple, Pundit Ji,” said Seth Ji to the priest. refused to take food, but we are constantly giving her something
healthy to eat every few hours,” said Dulari.
“Oh! Seth Ji, you are so generous in your offerings to the
temple. God bless you and your family,” replied the priest, “Is there any other problem?” asked Seth Ji from Shanta,
offering prasad to him. the counsellor.
Seth Ji was a humble and polite man. His immense material “No, Sir, it is the fever that makes her such,” said Shanta.
wealth did not dene him as much as his generosity did. The “Let me know if there is any other problem or anything you
yearning for social service ran in his genes; even his daughter, cannot handle. Speak to her once again,” instructed Seth Ji.
Diya, who was now married and stayed in another city, had “Sure Sir, I will speak to her again and inform you,” replied
OCTOBER 2018 | 18
Disillusioned
Shanta. plate.
Shama held Sarla's hand all the while Sarla sat near her. The “Wow! Chamki didi. Your white kurta with blue owers
girls had more afnity towards Sarla than towards Seth Ji. looks so lovely,” complimented Chamki.
Maybe, it was maternal affection that drew them closer to her. “Thank you, dear Chamki. Today is my birthday so Sarla
Every morning, when Seth Ji and Sarla came, all the girls aunty gave it to me as a gift,” said Saira smiling.
gathered around Sarla, greeting her as she showered her
Chamki noticed the special plate of richly laid food and
maternal love on them. Out of the twenty-ve girls who lived in
salad lying on the table separately.
Anmol Ghar, seventeen-year-old Shama was the oldest.
“Saira didi…Who will get this magical plate of food
“Take care, my dear Shama. You will soon get well. God
today?” asked Chamki.
bless you,” said Sarla, as she got up to leave.
“I don't know Chamki. I do not even want it. I wish you too
“Give her proper medication and food. Tell Seth Ji if you
should never get it. Though, it looks delicious, whoever eats this
need to call the doctor,” said Sarla to Dulari.
food feels sleepy and becomes unwell…There is some kind of
“Yes, Sarla Ji, I will take proper care of her, and will let Seth magic in it I think….Black magic…,” whispered Saira.
Ji know if any help is needed,” assured Dulari.
All the girls carried their dinner plates to the hall. Chamki,
Seth Ji and Sarla Devi bid them adieu for the day, as all the too, held the plate with her little hands, and waited for Saira to
girls resumed their classes and other duties. bring hers.
–— “Saira…Here you are. Happy birthday, Saira. You have
Ten-year-old Chamki had become a part of Anmol Ghar turned twelve today and you shall have this delicious special
two days ago. Her parents had met with a fatal accident at the food as your birthday gift,” said the cook, Rati Lal, stroking
construction site at which they worked. She hopped from one Saira's hair.
place to the other ignoring the words of the caretaker, Leela. “Rati uncle, I do not want to eat this,” said Saira, curling her
“Do not go around skipping and jumping everywhere. You lip.
have to follow rules here. When you are told to be in the hall, be Rati Lal stared at Saira with burning anger. The erce look
there. If you are instructed to be in the park, go there. When you in his eyes was enough to induce Saira to take the plate offered to
are told to sleep, sleep,” commanded Leela, in a stern voice. her. She was made to sit separately, right under his nose as was
Chamki sulked, sitting in the corner of the room. the custom to be followed by the girl who got special food for
“You see Chamki, it takes time to adjust to a new place. It dinner.
has been two years now that I have been here. When I came here, The cook instructed Chamki to go and join the other girls
I was ten years old; today I turned twelve,” said Saira, with her food. Saira reluctantly ate the food, taking a sip of water
comforting Chamki. to gulp down every single bite she took. Chamki was the last to
“Saira didi, I do not like Leela aunty. She is very bad,” said nish her dinner, and when she came into the kitchen to wash
Chamki, angrily. her plate, she saw that the magic had begun to work and Saira's
“Lower your voice and keep quiet. You cannot react like eyes were half closed, with her eyelids refusing to open even if
this over here. You will be punished for not obeying. Did you not she tried. The cook shouted at Chamki to go to the hall and sleep.
see Shama didi?” Leela, the caretaker came in to take Saira with her to
“I know, she has fever and is unwell,” replied Chamki, another room.
condently. “Will Saira didi not sleep with me today?” questioned
“Keep your voice low, Chamki. You will get me punished Chamki.
too. I will tell you something, but don't tell anyone. Shama didi “You little edgling, mind your own work! How many
has been punished for disobeying, and it has been three days that times have I told you to just follow instructions without
she has not been given any food to eat,” said Saira, in a hushed questioning? Saira is not feeling well so Dulari ji will take care
voice. of her. You go and sleep or I shall seal your lips someday,”
“Why Saira didi?” questioned Chamki. shouted Leela, angrily.
“She refused to eat the special food that they give to some Chamki went in with the other girls to sleep. She tossed and
girls at night. Anybody who speaks too much and disobeys is turned on her mattress as varied thoughts wove a mesh in her
punished,” cautioned Saira. mind, and she mumbled to herself, “What happened to Saira
didi? Did the special magic plate of food really make her
At night, all the girls came to take their dinner plates. They
unwell? Will she sleep with me tomorrow?” Missing Saira, she
were given dinner at 8 o'clock every day, and instructed to sleep
fell asleep.
by 9 o'clock.
The next morning, in the early hours when all the girls were
Chamki stood in line with Saira, waiting for her dinner
fast asleep, Chamki could hear gurgling sounds from her
19 | OCTOBER 2018
Disillusioned
stomach and she felt an urgency to relieve. She silently slid out or the special magical food which made them unwell.
of the dormitory to go to the toilet adjacent to it. Before she got Chamki recalled the words of Saira that speaking too much
in, she saw Saira coming through the corridor. Saira staggered as or disobeying called for punishment, but it was some
she walked with nothing to drape her except the white kurta with inexplicable feeling in Chamki that did not allow her to keep
blue owers, which now also had red owers with thorns etched quiet, and she hugged Diya, whispering something into her ear.
onto it. Seeing Saira, Chamki forgot all about her urgency and
Whatever the little bird said caused a rattling in Diya's
went to hug her, but Saira walked on, or rather, dragged herself
mind. Diya inspected the premises of the orphanage and met the
oblivious to everything around her. She locked herself in the
two ailing girls, Shama and Saira.
toilet and stumbled onto the oor… Chamki could hear the
sound of water owing, and knocking on the door, she “What happened to these two girls?” questioned Diya.
whispered, “Saira didi, open the door. What happened didi? “Just general illness, Ma'am. These girls keep frolicking
Saira didi…” around without woollens, even in this cold weather. I have given
There was no sound to be heard, no sound at all for a minute them medicines and they will soon be well. It is the medicine
except the sound of the running tap water and then suddenly that makes them drowsy, but it's good that at least they are taking
shrieks…..deafening shrieks could be heard that made rest,” replied Dulari, promptly.
everybody shiver. Diya smelt something shy, though she did not let others
get a hint of what was going on in her mind. She thought that she
There was no sound to be heard, would look into the matter herself rst, without causing anxiety
to her old parents, as her mother, Sarla Devi, was unwell, and the
no sound at all for a minute except naïve father was already immersed in tending to his wife and the
the sound of the running tap water hefty business.
and then suddenly shrieks….. After bidding the girls farewell, Seth Ji went for a business
meeting while Diya walked towards home.
Leela called the security guard who pushed open the door, “I will not let this edice of humanity built with love by my
which Saira had locked from inside and was refusing to open. parents crumble down. I will not let anybody ruin the lives of
Chamki was slapped by Leela for coming out of the dormitory, these innocent souls,” she mumbled to her herself, as she
and all girls including Chamki were instructed to sleep. Saira walked.
was taken to the inrmary to share the bed with Shama. She was She reached home and enquired about her mother's health.
given medicine that put her to sleep. Later that morning, Chamki She gave medicine to her mother, and put her to sleep.
secretly peeped into the inrmary, twice. Saira did not scream Thereafter, she secretly left for the orphanage. On the way, she
now; she did not come out of the room, but just slept. The nurse called up her husband, DSP Rathore. She shared her suspicion
told them that she needed rest to get well again. Chamki was with him and together they planned everything. They knew that
relieved that Saira didi was getting some rest and she would get things needed to be done in complete secrecy without anybody
well soon. Throughout the day Saira's image of walking in the getting even a whiff of it, and they had to be quick about it as
corridor in the imsy stained kurta replayed in Chamki's mind innocent lives were at stake.
incessantly. She was told by her husband that he would be there in
–— around three hours. On the way to the orphanage, Diya bought
Sarla's health was not good, and that day Seth Ji and Sarla some eatables.
Devi did not visit Anmol Ghar in the morning. It was in the Diya reached the orphanage and said, “Leela Ji, I may be
afternoon that Seth Ji came along with his daughter, Diya who leaving tomorrow, so I got sweets and chocolates for these little
had come to visit her ailing mother. The girls had told Chamki girls. I have got some fresh vegetables too. Tell Rati Lal Ji to
that Diya didi was very loving and kind. cook them for the children for today's dinner.”
Chamki introduced herself by saying, “Hello Diya didi. I Leela took away the eatables to be kept in the kitchen, while
am Chamki and I have come here recently.” Diya closed the door of the hall and talked to the girls, trying to
Diya lovingly hugged her and said, “You are at the right elicit the truth. She wished it was just mad suspicion and
place, little bird. If you have any problem you can tell me or Seth everything was just right.
Ji.” The girls did not speak.
Seth Ji too gave a peck on the little girl's cheek, and moved What did their silence convey? Either things were really
in to talk to the staff and enquire about the daily workings of bad or everything was just ne. Diya's mind was lled with
Anmol Ghar. vacillating thoughts.
The girls talked to Diya about their classes or other general She bid the girls and the staff goodbye, but as soon as she
things, but never uttered a word about the hardships they faced left the premises of the orphanage, she walked around its
OCTOBER 2018 | 20
Disillusioned
boundary, and crept in through the back, where the fence was a “I will not let this temple be tainted by the work of some
little broken. She took steady and quick steps to a storeroom, dirty hands,” whispered Diya to her husband.
which was built at a little distance from the main orphanage “Don't worry; soon we will catch hold of the culprits.”
building. The storeroom had a small window through which she
“I should call my father,” murmured Diya.
could see the workings in the Anmol Ghar.
“We need to nd out what's going on here, before we tell
–—
your parents. We cannot give them stress in this old age. We
It was dinner time and the girls carried their plates from the shall let them know after we nab the bad eggs. God is with us,”
kitchen to the hall. Diya could see that there was one girl who sat said Diya's husband.
separately in the kitchen to have food, though she could not see
Then suddenly the curtains of the room in which the girl lay
her face clearly. As all the other girls retired to sleep, this girl
were drawn. They could see the shadow of a man unfastening
was dragged to a separate room which was adjacent to the
his shirt.
kitchen and was clearly visible to Diya. She sent a text message
to her husband to be quick, as things really seemed to be “We can no longer wait over here. We need to go in,” said
dubious. Diya, showing urgency.
DSP Rathore, along with his two assistants, secretly They got out of the storeroom, caught hold of the security
entered the orphanage premises through the broken fence. guard, and told him to keep shut. On seeing three policemen
surrounding him, he nodded, and sat down.
All the four were now in the storeroom, and kept an eagle-
eyed watch on the going on in the orphanage. All the lights were In two shakes of a lamb's tail, they were in the orphanage.
put out, except a small ickering light, like that of a lamp, that No sound could be heard except the ticking of a clock. The room
partially lit the room adjacent to the kitchen. was bolted from inside by a metallic fob chain, and through the
21 | OCTOBER 2018
Disillusioned
little chink, they could barely see the back of the man who had they dragged them out of the orphanage, one girl spat on Seth
undressed himself and was taking off the clothes from the girl's Ji's face, and the others mouthed obscenities.
body as he kissed her. Diya looked on, silently.
Diya could no longer hold her repulsion as the girl lay “I will not let this temple be tainted by the work of some
unaware on the bed in a semi-conscious state. Together they dirty hands...”
pushed open the door. –—
DSP Rathore nabbed the monster; Diya slapped him as the
assistant switched on the lights. And then…….there he was….
“P…………P…..Pa….. Pa……. Paaaapa……,” cried
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Diya, as she grew pale and her body shivered. Megha Katoria is pursuing her doctorate in English
Her husband's eyes seemed as if he had never blinked in his Literature from H.P. University, India. Formerly, she
life, as his grip loosened. He too let out an almost inaudible worked as an Assistant Professor and as an Assistant Editor.
sound, “It's you……. Pa………Pa…….” She enjoys writing, painting, sketching, and all activities
that involve creativity. An avid reader and writer, she has
Words refused to come out of Diya's mouth. Stammering
contributed to journals, magazines, and newspapers like
and stuttering she said, “Succcchhh a beassttt…
The Criterion, Galaxy, Dialogue, Ruminations, Research
cannn…nev….neverrr be some….someone's….fa…
Chronicler, Gen-Next Times, etc. Her research-led article
faaaa….ther…Hanggg….him…Takeeee him away……”
'Ismat Chughtai: An Interrogating Dangerous Voice' also
There was complete pandemonium in the orphanage as appeared in Dangerous Women Project of the Institute for
DSP Rathore and his assistants arrested the devil in disguise, Advanced Studies in the Humanities (IASH), University of
along with the staff members who were his accomplices. As Edinburgh.
Penmanship Personified?
OCTOBER 2018 | 22
G od's Inn
By
Jayamurali
The dusty street was fanned by a mesmerizing breeze, the reign of liquor. The man somehow managed to stop the auto
which dashed the dancing dew drops into small pieces that after a threatening jolt, just a few inches away from Anatman's
splashed at Anatman's wide open eyes. The splendid sight of the forehead.
morning landscape seemed to blur for a moment, but soon, It is not uncommon to nd auto drivers in Tamil Nadu, who
young Anatman resumed capturing the delightful charms of the consider themselves no less than superstars. They paste pictures
smoggy dawn. of their favourite heroes on the transparent windscreens of their
He started very early from his hut to meet his Goddess, who three wheelers, often blocking their vision, considerably; it
stayed far away from this pious village, caged in a little dark leads, naturally, to many accidents, even fatal ones. They
room that was abandoned by the Sun god. Though Her residence worship their heroes as gods, which is good in a way because
was full of eerie silence and gloom, it was the most trusted place they believe in keeping their gods and their abodes tidy—this
for any devoted heart to nd comfort and even calm ecstasy. belief makes them clean their autos, regularly.
Everyone in the village often found the temple an apt place to Obviously, the man abused Anatman. Unwilling to bow to
unburden themselves of their innumerable unsolved, probably the garland of lthy words, Anatman shut his ears tightly, as if
never-could-be-solved crises. he had come across an exploding Diwali bomb. He was
Young minds spend hardly ten minutes at prayer, for the ten determined to not let the unholy, non-parliamentary words
thousand-things they want to beg from the Almighty. Anatman's intrude his ears, for that would have spoilt his spiritual mood for
was also one such craving heart, and it could not be easily his Devi. The rain of abuses pouring down came to an end when
satiated, not even with any astonishing boon. He, having risen the auto driver became absolutely exhausted. Anatman had
unusually early in the morning, was attentive to not dirtying his already anticipated such words from this gentleman with great
feet. wrath, and when these ceased, he rushed from the place, his
He skilfully jumped to avoid the numerous red spit, which gure vanishing from the eye-balls of the drained throated man.
looked like patches of blood scattered all around on the holy It was then that he came across the mysterious smog—a
street, and dodged the seemingly dried but still half-wet cow ring of smoke coming out of a petty shop, polluting the
dung. otherwise enchanting breeze. It entered the healthy nostrils of
An auto rickshaw driver—who usually would drive at a Anatman and made its way into his windpipe, making him
speed of 50 km an hour — had, on this very day, slowed down cough. Suddenly, he collided with OCTOBER 2018
a man, who was| smoking,
01 and
his speed to 30, for he was, to Anatman's good luck, not under barked, “Don't you have any manners? Can't you see a man
23 | OCTOBER 2018
God's Inn
passing you by, ah?” The man was mute for some time and more? Please consider my plight; I myself bought it for ten.
seemed to be seriously examining Anatman's countenance. What prot could I get out of it if I sell it to you for the same? Do
“You fool! I'm speaking to you only. Are you deaf, you consider, please.” The poor girl would call everyone 'brother',
rascal?” abused Anatman. irrespective of their age and relationship. Anatman replied with
a ridiculing smile, “I can't help it, Sister.”
The man simply smiled while confessing, “Yes, you speak
truly. I'm deaf.” Anatman intended no further argument as he Neglecting the mourning of the ower girl, Anatman
realised what a waste of time and energy it would be, and at once entered the temple, bidding a morning wish to the gate keeper, as
hurried to the temple. was his usual practice during his unusual visits to the temple.
“Good morning, Anatman Ji,” greeted the gate keeper, who
When he almost reached his destination, he nosed the
seemed enthused by Anatman's arrival. The gate keeper longed
fragrance of roses and, instantly thought of the offerings for the
to wish everyone who came in, so that they could wish him in
Goddess.
return, and considered their greetings to be a sign of concern for
We are often shopping at the spectacularly furnished super- him. He would respectfully add the sufx 'Ji' to everyone's
markets, where owers are kept imprisoned in distinct glassy name.
covers, and are used to abiding by the price tags of such
In his ight, Anatman collided with the overworked right
convicts, without any dispute; but we somehow feel that there is
shoulder of an old lady who seemed to be a regular visitor to the
always a chance for bargaining at an open-to-sky ower shop.
temple. Instead of abusing Anatman, she compassionately
Anatman approached a ower girl and enquired, “How much
embraced him, saying, “Oh! Lord! Save this child.” She further
does a bunch of roses cost?” Before she uttered a letter, Anatman
enquired graciously, “Has anything happened to you my child?”
decidedly said, “It'll be given for ten rupees.”
Anatman could trace the divine spark in her eyes, and
He handed her the only ten rupee note he had, saying, “Ok,
became speechless. He slowly recovered his composure and
take this, and pack it up in a long leaf. Hmmm….hurry.”
confessed, “Extremely sorry, dear old lady, I did not deliberately
Anatman whirled around and headed for the entrance of the dash into you,” to which she replied with a witty smile, “No one
shrine, while the ower girl was convulsively chasing behind does anything deliberately in the world. Moreover, I'm too old
him shouting, “Brother, please, could you give ve rupees for you to do anything deliberately with me. Tolerance is
everything, child.”
OCTOBER 2018 | 24
God's Inn
25 | OCTOBER 2018
S ilver Town By
Iffath Khanam
50A, Dodge City and very ancient monuments had caught my fancy. Easily
London dazzled by classic architecture, more than any other style in the
world, the trip to Chris' place was something I was eagerly
United Kingdom. looking forward to.
My train to Silver Town was leaving at 6.45 p.m. I had
19 January, 1995. booked a rst-class ticket, because I preferred solitude.
The weather was crisp and wintry around me, but Chris
Dear Dave, had reported that it was fall in Silver Town.
It has been a while since I heard from you. How have you The train stopped at the station at 9.30 p.m. I got off as
been? I was thrilled to see your request to visit Silver Town. I'm quickly as possible as it was already very late.
writing to you with some good news – I have been sorting out my I noticed an old man at the end of the platform, seated
old room for you to stay for about two weeks. comfortably before his ofce, half asleep. I assumed he was the
I would be glad to introduce you to 'Silver Town' as soon station master. I walked towards him, putting my jacket over my
as you pay a visit. It's fall here, so I hope you will enjoy the trip. broad shoulders. My footsteps seemed louder than usual. The
station looked deserted and there were hardly ve to seven
Here's my address: people waiting for their trains to arrive. The station master
170c, Silver Town, peeked at me through his spectacles and asked what I was
Bradford. seeking. I showed him the address that Chris had given me.
“You will nd this if you go by Winchester Block and
cross the woods,” he said, warily.
Lots of love,
“The woods?” I asked, with an eager face.
Chris
“Yes, the woods. But it is not as deep as you think. You
can cross if you have a torch with you. Or you will have to wait
I stuffed my wardrobe in an old briefcase, which lay until morning if you are frightened,” he smirked.
under my closet for several weeks. Finally, it was time for me to “No, I don't have any hesitation in crossing the woods.
go on a journey to a place I had always found intriguing. I had But I'm a stranger to this place, and in fact, I don't have a torch
visited many locations all across the country, and I proudly with me,” I replied.
called myself a born traveller. Not long back, I had visited the
south of Norfolk and several other places along the city. The old “So, are you a tourist, then?” he asked, eagerly. I nodded.
OCTOBER 2018 | 26
Silver Town
27 | OCTOBER 2018
Silver Town
“Hello, Sir. Could you please tell me where Silver Town breakfast set on the table next to my bed.
is?” I asked him, curiously. –—
“Uh oh! You need to pass through the woods, to get to Mr Martin was going through the morning newspaper in
that place,” he chuckled. the living room. Mavis was engaged in making postcards.
“I can do it, Sir. I do have a torch with me,” I replied. Charlie had been playing with a ball of yarn with their gorgeous,
golden coloured cat named Felix. Mr. Martin noticed me
“But you can denitely not hit a wild bear with a torch, I
standing with my briefcase and stood up, stepping towards me.
suppose?” he asked .
“We're going shing after lunch. Why don't you depart
“Wild bears? But the station master told me that the
after dinner tonight? Don't you want me to show you the lake in
woods aren't deep,” I said, confused .
the backyard?” he requested.
“Of course, they are not that deep. But you get to have a
“Oh sure, Mr. Martin. I would love to,” I replied, with a
cup of fresh honey with Mr Bear, occasionally, during the
smile.
nights. It might ditch you while you nish that cup of yours. I
mean, it might kill you. Think of it,” he said, dropping his hands –—
. The lake in the backyard was appealing and admirable,
“But I'm sure the station master was not lying about what and I shared my excitement with his little family. The boy,
he told me. How do you know so much about everything in the Charlie, was a companion full of fun and charm. I felt attracted
woods?” I snapped. to Mavis, even though I had known her for just a day, but I never
thought of expressing my feelings to her family. At the end of the
“I'm a forest inspector. I hold a licensed rie and I day, I felt contented. I packed my briefcase myself, and soon, I
suppose I know a lot more than the station master does,” he was ready to leave the cottage.
replied, blowing on his pipe.
–—
“Oh! My apologies, Sir! I do not know where to go at this
hour. I've been calling a friend of mine for a very long time, and That was when it all began. I heard Mavis scream from
he doesn't seem to answer any of my calls. I'm a tourist and I am the living room. Mr. Martin's voice was ear-piercing.
apparently very unskilled to be at a place such as this,” I said in
disappointment.
“Well, then. You can surely stay at my place, if you are
willing to. I'm afraid you have to stay here because wild beasts
That was when it all began.
sometimes are caught outside the woods, as well. We I heard Mavis scream from the
undeniably have a room for one more in the house. You can
come in without trashing any time,” he said, with a pleasing living room. Mr. Martin's voice
smile on his lips.
The man seemed kind and pure hearted. I had to accept
was ear-piercing.
the offer to stay– it seemed the safer option. I entered the house
and sat patiently on the couch. He called for someone and asked
“Over my dead body, Mavis! You cannot marry that man.
the person to make a mug of hot chocolate.
I dislike him,” he said .
I saw a girl climbing down the stairs, seemingly about
“But father, I'm pregnant.” Mavis's voice sounded weak.
eighteen years old who had skin that bloomed like the cherry
blossoms. She was very fair, with a tint of healthy pink colour I was appalled. I had no clue of what was going on.
ushing her cheeks. Her dark hair with a wavy texture framed I heard something like a gunshot. Awfully shaken, I felt
her face. as if the room around me was falling apart.
“Meet Mavis. She's my daughter. I have a son named The roof darkened and the walls started cracking. I was
Charlie. He's probably asleep in his room right now,” the old witnessing an eerie phenomenon. The bed was beginning to
man said, delightfully. mess itself. There were spider webs forming in all the corners of
“I'm Dave Jones. I'm just a lost traveller,” I said, locking the walls. All I wanted to do was to escape from that room.
my arms together. I walked downstairs.
The girl glanced at me shyly and grabbed a few There were human bones in the living room! I guessed
marshmallows from the mason jar above the replace. I sipped they belonged to Mavis, because there was her dusty, shattered
my hot chocolate, while my bed got ready. apron lying under it.
The room was a fancy one with a medium-sized bed for I found Mr Martin's rie lying opposite Mavis' skull. It
me to comfortably doze for the night. was covered by ravenous termites. There were dirty and torn
–— postcards lying above the replace.
The next morning, I woke up very early. It was a calm Desperate and speechless, I ran out of the cottage. The
morning, and I quickly nourished my growling tummy with the sight that met my eyes was horrendous.Bats and crows were
ying all over the place, against the dark and haunting sky. I
OCTOBER 2018 | 28
Silver Town
couldn't spot a single other house next to the cottage. The road “I think the family had a cat named Felix. It was the only
was greasy and muddy.
Silver TownI heard a loud cry from the backyard of soul alive in the incident that had happened,” he exposed.
the house. It sounded like Charlie. I was terried, but I couldn't I felt something nudging my feet, compelling me to pull
ignore the pitiful cries, and I found myself hurrying towards the away my legs in fear. It was the one-eyed cat I had seen before
backyard. entering the cottage; probably Felix.
The lake was not exactly the beautiful lake I had seen I realised that I had forgotten my bag inside the cottage in
earlier. It looked ugly. The boat on the bank was ripped in the all the rush and commotion. Abandoning it, I ran to the train
centre. There stood a weeping Charlie, looking at my shocked station and sat there, trying to regain my composure. The station
self. master kept me company while I waited for Chris, who came an
“I saw my father killing my sister in front of my eyes. My hour later.
father killed himself too,” he said, bursting into tears. –—
“But Charlie what is all this? What is going on with this The experience made me fall sick, and I took a week to
place? I need answers!” I scoffed at him. recover.
“What do you think you are doing here?” he asked with a That was surely the most dreadful and haunting incident
plain expression on his face. of my life. I had never told anyone about it except Chris.
My phone immediately rang. I took it in my hands It was then that I decided that I wouldn't go to any
quickly to see who was calling. To my surprise, it was Chris. stranger's house, even if I were invited.
“Hello?” . I have never travelled, or even stayed alone ever since
“Hello, Chris? I've been calling you for a very long time. my visit to Silver Town!
Where are you? I need you to pick me up right now from –—
Winchester Block. Please come soon. This place is strange and
I'm very frightened,” I said, rapidly.
“Winchester Block? Oh my goodness!” he spoke,
roughly. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“What is it?” I asked in fear. Iffath Khanam has an undergraduate degree in Arabic and Islamic
“I've heard stories about the family. A man shot his Studies. She is currently doing her Bachelor's degree in English
daughter and committed suicide immediately after her death. I Literature at Anna Adarsh College For Women, Chennai. Her
suppose it was honour killing because the daughter had an affair novel "The Forgotten Past" is available on Amazon Kindle Store.
with a poor man she loved. The man had a son too. The young Her other interests include learning new languages, sketching, and
boy is said to have been so traumatised by what he witnessed travelling. She aspires to become an English professor, an Accu
that he killed himself a day later, just like his father. It happened Pressure therapist, a novelist, and a preacher in religion. You can
ve years ago,” he narrated. write to her at welcome2zeenath54@gmail.com.
I was dumbstruck. I did not know how to react to what he
had said. Charlie had disappeared already.
CALL FOR
29 | OCTOBER 2018
N omad
By
Deepika Rai
Mayank remembered the sofa, which used to be placed in One day, while walking on a road which led to the local
his room, and the brown window curtains, which were long and market, he met an old man of around eighty.
touched the ground. The rst rays of the sun would enter his The octogenarian was one of the most renowned men of the
room, crossing through the pores of the curtains, adding their valley, but had a somewhat hidden personality. He was an artist,
own colour to them. and most of the time, he was found in his art studio. His art work
Some voices rang around in his subconscious mind, broken had brought him name as well as fame, but still he preferred a
voices speaking broken sentences. simple life, away from the limelight. Mayank, being a man of
A wall, which was decorated with paper dolls and stars, was practical thought and approach, had never visited his art studio.
still clear in his memory. Almost every thought was clear, but Aquib, as the old man was named, had to leave his house
hazy at the same time. quite early in life, or perhaps was forced to do so. Now a man of
Mayank, sitting on a chair, was thinking about going back eighty, he did not even remember the shape of his house, the one
home. But his home was a thousand miles away. He had been he used to live in, before he moved to this village with his
living the life of a nomad. Walking down memory lane, he parents and two siblings.
entered a state where he was trying to connect his past life with His parents lived for a long time in this village house and
his present, but the very thought of re-living it was absurd. died in the same. His siblings played and grew here, and were
The cantonment area was his home now. People from the married off from this very house. Its walls were more familiar to
surrounding village supported him, and were with him in his him than the ones he had left long ago.
hour of need. The air of this village was not strange for him now, His house was connected to his art studio, which was
and he was more familiar with the things here than he was with bigger. The walls of the studio were full of paintings rather than
the ones at home. Most of the faces smiled at him when they saw cupboards.
him, and he felt an unmistakable connection. The colours of his house seemed more vibrant with the
Two years had passed since he had seen his native place. presence of his two grandsons. The younger one was in the
His eyes could only make out big mountains across the army, and a good friend of Mayank. Despite his frequent visits
border. Sunrise in this border village, was more beautiful than to the house, Mayank never saw Aquib's art studio.
anywhere else he had been. –—
His duty as an army ofcer had made him busy. Mayank applied for leave to visit his home town, and a
–— letter of acceptance was soon handed over to him. He was the
OCTOBER 2018 | 30
Nomad
only one left in his family, as his parents had died in an accident, out of ideas.
and he was their only child. The young guy kept on babbling about his experiences,
He boarded a bus early the next morning. The bus was lled while Mayank remained quiet. At ve feet, his body was very
with many kinds of noises – some made by the people, and energetic and exible.
others by the engine and the songs that played in the bus. The Next, the young man started talking about his girlfriend. He
tunes from the 90s Bollywood movies made him reminisce used abuses generously; probably thought it was cool. But his
about the Philips player, which was his family's most valuable language annoyed Mayank. It seemed he was talking to amuse
asset, and was presented to him by his grandfather on his second himself than anyone else, jumping with excitement every time
birthday. he spoke in the local slang, beginning and ending his sentences
A boy of about twenty-two sat next to him, and was with the word “bhaiji” (brother).
constantly talking on his cell phone, trying to make people With a strange feeling, Mayank was returning to a place to
aware of his present state. He seemed to be a trekker who had which “he belonged”.
travelled a lot in the last few days. His brown hair and white skin –—
were signs of his being a native of some hill area.
The air felt somewhat different to what he remembered it to
He introduced himself to Mayank, and shared his passion be like a few years back. He was still miles away from home.
for travelling and his frequent trips back home. “Home is,” he Night arrived, and he fell asleep. The young guy sitting next to
said, “the place where one belongs; where love resides; one him was still talking on his phone. Mayank's job had helped him
cannot do without returning home.” to adjust at any place. He had long lost the idea of comfort. He
With home he seemed to have xed some importance. was miles away from it, as was his home.
“Home is the only place where you get a healthy sleep,” he He awoke the next morning, with the rst rays of the sun
added, expecting a favourable reply from Mayank. hitting his face.
Mayank wondered what he should say. He was suddenly The chatty young man was still asleep. The bus had taken a
31 | OCTOBER 2018
Nomad
break for breakfast. Mayank got down. fear of losing the happiness. For, without happiness who can
People around him were talking in local slang. The eatery, live? But things change within seconds, without giving any
which was situated inside a busy marketplace, was overowing warning, leaving us with regrets or grievances, whatever we
with customers. People were busy with work; grocery stores choose to call it. Only acceptance, with time, makes one
were crowded with people who seemed to have come out in their comfortable with oneself – otherwise questions such as, 'Why?
night clothes. They spoke loudly and the whole place seemed Why only me? What is my fate?' and so on will make days
like a Mumbai railway station. The trafc further added to the unbearable, and nights darker than they actually are. The outer
noise, as pedestrians pushed their way through the trafc. reality is not that powerful, but it is the inner self that changes
the whole course of life.
Mayank again walked down memory lane, and thought of
the time when he was young and would visit this place with his –—
parents. Being short in height then, he couldn't see much After spending a day and the following night in his house,
through the rush, nor feel much, except suffocation. Mayank felt the urge to talk with someone. The old neighbours
The bus driver blew the horn, indicating to the passengers were now gone. The area was lled with tenements, and people
that they should get back into the bus again. Mayank was came and went as their jobs changed or when they retired. So
somewhat excited now, for he was about to reach his now, most of the faces he saw around were new and unfamiliar.
destination. Mayank found some old books, and took out a collection of
–— short stories by one of his favourite writers, Manto. After
reading for two minutes, he left his book on the table, and went
The young guy got off. Mayank wasn't sure whether he
out to weed and clean his garden. But he found himself returning
would see him again or not, but he gave him a smile all the same.
even before he could enter the garden.
The winds had started changing now. The cool but familiar
He sat for hours reminiscing about his past.
–—
Night fell once more. His body was not tired enough, and so
The winds had started he found it difcult to fall sleep.
changing now. The cool but Sitting on his bed, his thoughts moved backward and
forward in time. The only thing on which he could set his eyes
familiar winds were now was the moon. A big ball, as he used to call it as a kid, it was the
substituted by warm and only thing he seemed to have some connection with.
–—
unfamiliar ones.
He rose early the next morning, and waited for the clock to
strike eight. It was a long wait. At eight he called Aquib Qureshi.
Aquib answered immediately. He was surprised that
winds were now substituted by warm and unfamiliar ones.
Mayank had called but was glad to hear his voice. Aquib
–— realised there was something bothering Mayank.
The bus reached its nal destination. Mayank got down and Mayank shared with Aquib his concern about his lack of
walked towards his house. excitement on return to the place where he was born. He told
His steps quickened and in a moment he found himself Aquib that he couldn't understand why the house in which he
standing at the doorstep. He unlocked the door and entered. grew up failed to make him happy. He couldn't fathom why he
Tired from the long journey, he went and sat on the sofa. seemed to have lost the connection with the once familiar things
The curtains had now faded and like the sofa, they appeared in the house, where his parents had spent their lives— the place
different. where each and every object belonged to him; things that he had
His house appeared to be strange to him now. The sofa did loved and cherished.
not feel as comfortable as he had remembered it to be. Mayank was also surprised that he had chosen to share his
–— feelings with Aquib of all the people. After some hesitation, he
Night fell and silence enveloped the room. The house was continued, “What makes things and people familiar and
different from the one etched in his memory. It used to be lled unfamiliar at the same time? What creates a gap between you
with noises made by the kitchen utensils, and the ghts and and what is yours so wide? What is making me so
laughter of his parents. Amidst all that rush and chaos, there was uncomfortable at a place which should have been the only place
something unique —the feeling of happiness; so pure. But times of comfort for me?”
had changed now. Aquib, for a moment, had gone back to his own time. These
Sometimes, the happiest moments are lled with worry and were questions he had already heard somewhere. They were not
new to him and he was quite clear about the answers, but was not
OCTOBER 2018 | 32
Nomad
sure where and how to start explaining. But he nally began mountains.”
telling Mayank a story. Mayank was feeling something inside his heart. This was
Aquib said, “A sh shouldn't keep living in its natural something which he had longed to hear. What Aquib was telling
habitat just to prove its belongingness. Some species have to him, conrmed his own inner thoughts. Mayank's confusion
migrate between the rivers and the sea, just to complete their life was now sorting itself out. After leading a life of a wanderer, he
cycle. Many species fail to reach their breeding grounds and had nally found himself.
eventually die.” The strangeness between him and his house had now
Mayank had by now started visualising the story and was started vanishing, not because of some physical change, but
trying to establish a link to his situation. because he had willed it to do so. The day came to an end, and he
“The ones who migrate in search of food and life are the packed his bag and left for his army camp before nightfall.
ones who eventually survive,” added Aquib. “The migration He boarded the last bus, and his face carried a smile that is
doesn't mean that their home will also change, but the idea of seen on a person's face when he returns home.
regretting the move, and over romanticising the past in This was indeed his return to 'his place'; the place he
comparison to the present, is a way of killing oneself day by 'belonged' to.
day.”
On reaching the camp, Mayank decided to go and meet
Aquib stopped and waited for Mayank to register what he Aquib before anyone. He knocked at the door of his art studio.
had said. Aquib opened the door and welcomed Mayank with open arms
Mayank was now curious to know the crux of the whole saying, “My nomad is nally home.”
thing, and Aquib continued, “The sh enter a new place that
will help them survive and grow. The new place is their fate, –—
and the move is their destiny. It welcomes them with open arms,
and provides them with everything required for them to live.
One should always remember that the concepts of home and
belongingness are poles apart. Home doesn't change, no matter ABOUT AUTHOR
where you live. But your belongingness is not a matter of birth. Deepika Rai is a PhD research scholar at Himachal Pradesh
It's a matter of the connection between the place and your inner University, Shimla. She has written a handful of short stories and
self. Home is an outer concept about which even people will tell research articles. Her rst story "Not Until She Gets it Back" was
you, but what about the inner self? You cannot live near the sea if published in The Tribune. 'Nomad' is her third published work.
you belong in the mountains. The breeze from the sea will never Deepika has been working as a freelance content writer for a long
touch you, if you are used to the cool winds of the mountains. time. An art lover, she has also worked as a teacher,and pencil
You will never notice the sunset behind the sea if the open rays sketching is one of her hobbies. You can write to her at
of the sun have touched you cutting their way through the deepika.rai.shimla@gmail.com.
Advertise
Your Book
with
+91-9115660225
penmanshippersonified.com
ppmag.online
33 | OCTOBER 2018
I ndia 2049:
Tyranny of
By
He clenched his sts. His lips immediately went dry, and bathroom towards the conference hall. Armed soldiers watched
his eyes shut, even without him knowing it. over every corridor of the hotel. As he entered the room, he
Revenge is worth it. could see that Sheena Alam, Pakistan's veteran foreign minister,
–— keenly awaited his presence in order to continue. Everyone else
was already in their seats, including the Chief of Army Staff.
A light appeared.
The tension was palpable.
Hafeez Ahmed straightened his Prada tie as he gazed at the
“Thank you for coming, Mr Ahmed. We were afraid you
bathroom mirror.
were going to run away,” smirked Joseph Francis, Hafeez's
A depleted, 31-year old man stared back at him. The long older and much experienced Indian counterpart. Hafeez could
ight from Islamabad to Washington had not helped his do little but offer a weak smile in response.
appearance.
“So let's continue from where we left off,” began Jeremy
One of the most promising diplomats to come out of Richards, the US foreign secretary, mediating the discussion, as
Pakistan was now facing the toughest task of his life. Among his Mr Nayyar, the Indian defence minister, nodded in agreement.
many achievements in a short career were helping the US
“Yes, let's,” Sheena Alam interrupted the conversation,
negotiate a peace treaty between Israel and Palestine, brokering
seeking to take the advantage. “I believe we were discussing
the peace in Afghanistan, and achieving a rather difcult but
what you called a 'pre-emptive measure' to protect your country,
favourable trade deal with China, that eventually saved his
and which you planned to blame on Pakistan.”
country from bankruptcy. But now, he was facing a hostile
country, trying to ght for his nation not to get wiped off the face “Mrs Alam, if we are discussing this with you instead of
of the earth, and to bring sanity to the region that was stuck in an taking action, you know we are serious about preventing any
era of war, when the rest of the world had moved on a long time calamity. We could already have done lots without telling you.”
ago. The retort was authoritative and just stopped short of an
intimidation.
His forehead sweated profusely, despite the many splashes
of water. The discussions were not going as planned, and Hafeez “With all due respect Mr Nayyar, you can't threaten us and
felt that he would break at any moment. He drew a breath of the force us to do something. We too want this madness to stop, but
articial hotel air, wheeled around and walked out of the what you ask is simply impossible,” Hafeez chipped in, with
determination, though knowing fully well where the power
OCTOBER 2018 | 34
India 2049: Tyranny of Revenge
centre of this discussion lay. Mujahid (CoM)' militants who are in possession of the
“Alright, let me roll out the situation once again for your remaining nuclear warheads. Or we will be forced to take
benet,” Joseph Francis, the Indian foreign secretary, stepped action.”
in. “You have lost control of your nuclear weapons to elements As an awkward silence gripped the room, the US foreign
that have openly been hostile to India: terrorists. From the secret secretary spoke up, “With all due respect to the honourable
ISPR conversation we intercepted last month, we know that guests from Pakistan, this seems like a reasonable request to me
though their loyalty to you is no more, but they do blame India given the circumstances. In fact, it is also for your own good.”
for the famine in Pakistan--the famine for which your own “This essentially means an invasion of Pakistan, and we
government was responsible. Did I falter anywhere?” will never agree to that,” Sheena Alam said, with a conviction
“The Indus Water Treaty…,” Hafeez started. that sealed the matter.
“India never broke the Indus Water Treaty, and you know Two hours later, Hafeez and Sheena, along with the CoAS
it!” thundered Joseph. “India just started using its fair share. (Chief of Army Staff), left the conference room, unsure and a bit
Your government started diverting water to your mega-projects shaken. It was 3:30 AM on a Tuesday. Thankfully, given the
built by foreign inhabitants, without any concern for your clandestine nature of the meeting, there were no media reporters
people. Don't blame us for your incompetence and lack of thronging the venue. Hafeez and the CoAS followed Sheena
compassion towards your citizens. You have no right to do so.” into her room.
“We may have mismanaged water, but don't teach us about “Mrs Alam, what would we have done, had the situation
compassion. You had more water than you needed. You could been reversed?” Hafeez asked, a question that took the other two
have helped us.” in the room by surprise.
“Well, I will again submit our demands to you,” Joseph Silence followed for an extended period before the CoAS
said, ignoring Hafeez's last comment. “We want you to hand responded, “What matters is what will we do now. Or rather,
over the control of your remaining nuclear devices to a trusted what will India do next. I suggest we alert our forces for now, get
ally, so that they can be neutralized remotely. We also would like the Nasr ready. From what I can tell, India is hell bent on
you to get assistance with your hunt for the 'Coalition of aggression and there is very little stopping them, except for our
35 | OCTOBER 2018
India 2049: Tyranny of Revenge
tactical nukes. Right now, as far as they are concerned, we have meeting, a fatal aw. The hope that an aggressor could be
lost that leverage. They might be compelled to attack.” prevented in such a delicate situation was a fallacy of the
“I agree,” Sheena said, much to the CoAS' surprise. hopeful.
He nodded. Hafeez excused himself to the bathroom, and came out
looking much more presentable in a pair of shorts and a white
“Please get your missiles ready. I do see the little skirmishes
tee. Sheena barely noticed the change.
that've been going on turning into a bigger war, given India's
stance. But for goodness' sake, I hope it does not become what “Sheena mohterma what exactly happened?” Hafeez
we expect it to become. Frankly, I thought our nukes were safe!” initiated the conversation.
her voice trailed away as she glanced at the CoAS, with a hint of She didn't look up. “Indian military has started bombing
indictment. areas in Azad Kashmir. And things are very likely to spiral out of
She received no words in response. control.”
Fifteen more minutes of debrieng later, they decided to After a brief pause, she continued, this time looking at her
retire to their rooms for an hour and meet again in Sheena's room subordinate, “As you know, after the CoM gained access to the
at ve in the morning. nuclear warheads from Kori's underground facility and Gadwal
facility, we tightened our hold on the other nuclear assets.
Hafeez entered his room, a mere three doors down from the
Though, from my sources I heard that a rogue ISI faction led to
Pakistani foreign minister's room. He switched on the lights,
this catastrophe.
stripped to his underwear, and crashed on the bed. He forced his
eyes open long enough to set the bedside alarm clock to an hour “I just had a conversation with Joseph. Since the CoM has
later, kiss the picture of his wife and daughter, and let himself these high-yield weapons, India says it is their right to target the
drift away. He never knew when his eyes closed, for he was areas in which they think these militants are holed up. And to
dreaming of seeing his family again. They were in a pool, his add to that, they have tremendous backing from the
daughter splashing water all over him. The dream was perfect. It international governments to act, with barely any caveats. We
was everything he ever wanted. have to somehow nd a way to get this madness to stop, at least
from escalating into a full-edged war…”
But before he knew it, he was shaken awake by thunderous
knocks on his door. Hafeez temporarily experienced a brain freeze. Twenty
days ago, he was accompanying his foreign minister on an Indo-
He wrapped the bed covers around him, and stood behind
Pak cricket match, a sign of approaching normalcy. Now he was
the door before opening it. Sheena and the CoAS entered the
sitting bang in the middle of a probable nuclear war threatening
room, without any concern for his privacy, their faces dark with
to engulf the world.
worry.
Over the past few years, alliances had been formed,
“Hafeez, we just received communication. It is code Red.”
primarily out of compulsion. Chinese investments in Pakistan,
For a moment, Hafeez forgot that he was almost naked in to the tune of over a $100 billion, predominantly as a
front of his boss. A code red meant it was a colossal disaster, and geostrategic investment under the façade of an economic
a stunning failure of diplomacy. The ground shook beneath him. initiative had resulted in some signicant nancial troubles for
“But didn't they say they'd wait till tomorrow morning for Pakistan. Some of Pakistan's strategic assets had been
our…?” transferred to Chinese ownership. India's economic prowess
“Well, they didn't. Their side of the story is that their meant a natural US interest, and a mutual attraction.
intelligence detected an attack position in Gilgit. And since we Subsequently, NATO's weight helped India form global bonds,
don't have any control on them, we can't conrm or deny that. I whereas Pakistan was increasingly becoming a pariah, its only
am leaving for Pakistan in 30 minutes,” said the CoAS, with allies being China, North Korea, and Turkey.
more than a hint of worry on his aging face. Hafeez picked up the remote and switched on the
Hafeez turned towards Sheena for guidance, but she television, going straight to the news channels. As he ipped
seemed just as lost for words as him. When she met his eyes, she through them, he saw news ashes all across, as the world tuned
opened her mouth, but words struggled to come out. in to see the hottest nuclear ashpoint getting active. India had
“We need to stay here. The need for diplomacy has never pulled away from Pakistan, both in terms of economy and
been more.” military might, and except for the nuclear weapons, nothing
much stood in the way of Pakistan's eastern neighbour sweeping
Hafeez nodded in forced agreement. He used the brief away its perennial rival.
moment to check his cell-phone. Three missed calls from
Shabana, his wife. He did not respond. He looked at Sheena. The next steps were clear, and very
obvious.
The fact that India's Army Chief had returned to India
moments before the meeting began should have sounded alarm “Contact the Chinese Embassy,” Sheena said the words,
bells. Pakistan's CoAS had decided to stay and attend the even though they weren't needed.
OCTOBER 2018 | 36
India 2049: Tyranny of Revenge
37 | OCTOBER 2018
India 2049: Tyranny of Revenge
OCTOBER 2018 | 38
India 2049: Tyranny of Revenge
Hafeez closed his eyes, for the sight outside was not worth Having poured himself some cereal, he sat down on the
seeing. 'Was it all worth it?' was the question he had been asked rickety couch, carefully avoiding the protruding springs, he
by his leaders to avoid. “This is not a good time to think about glanced upon the dusty picture of his wife and daughter. He had
that,” they had said. And he agreed. Revenge was important. to wipe off the ash, even though he had done so only this
Twenty years ago, the inevitable had nally happened. The morning. He picked up the picture, and kissed both of them.
threat of rogue state actors and a prolonged water crisis in He would never be able to ght again. But then, he thought,
Pakistan had led to a cascading, devastating war that had ght for what? Was anything worth losing this much? Was
resulted in the death of over 30 million people, mostly in India, revenge worth losing so much? Was any revenge worth it at all?
Pakistan, and China. His recollection of the details in the He switched on the television where the state propaganda
simulation was surprisingly vivid and accurate. TV yelled on about national pride and revenge, and the glory of
He had been teaching a class when Islamabad's central martyrdom. Glancing at the ash-covered picture of his family,
district was obliterated, where his wife and daughter had been. he shook his head in shame.
The shockwave of the blast and the physical trauma it caused “Was it all worth it?”
had been ineffable. But the pain of not being able to nd out
He was sure of the answer to the stupid question.
what happened to his family, yet knowing what transpired, was
million times greater.
–—
Pakistan had been reduced to a pile of buildings littered
with corpses over what was once a mammoth nation of 200
million people. India had suffered losses as well, but Pakistan's
core identity was physically destroyed. Pakistan had lost its
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
identity as a sovereign state, and was left with no other option,
but to be absorbed by China. Shankar Ananth works for McKinsey & Company as a digital
The remaining Pakistani society had made it their aim to consultant. He is an Aeronautical Engineer from Punjab
exact revenge. India had to be destroyed. The Chinese were only Engineering College, Chandigarh and has an MBA from MDI,
glad to help them on their way. Gurgaon. He loves writing, with a slight tilt toward sci-. You can
talk to him about mangas, anime, football, cricket, geopolitics,
Hafeez entered his house, which was essentially a concrete economy and technology – basically everything under the sun!
structure surviving on its last legs. He had been trying to look for
a new resting place, but nice spaces were hard to come by in this
regulated economy full of scramblers for basic necessities.
Books for
Himachal Administrative Services
Entrance Exams
39 | OCTOBER 2018
L aid to Rest By
Sujatha
Sugumaran
The sun had started retreating behind the mountains. The The words looked fresh. The ink was dripping down the
corridors of the medical school, which were usually crowded glass, giving it a sinister look. But Goodwill knew better than to
with students, were now eerily quiet. The dropping temperature, be fooled. It wasn't the rst time the students had tried to prank
or the deafening silence wasn't new to Mr Goodwill. True to his him.
name, he was a calm person who led a peaceful life. “You can't fool me all the time boys,” he laughed. “What
He had been working at the med school for ten years, and are you poets doing in a med school?” he murmured, as he wet a
the job had remained the same—cleaning the apparatus and rag and started wiping the words on the glass.
locking down the place securely. He didn't complain though. After cleaning the glass, he hung the skeleton inside and
This job paid his bills, and that was all he cared about. headed home. That night he couldn't sleep. The words on the
He went into the anatomy lab and removed the skeleton showcase kept ashing before his eyes.
from the glass showcase. It had creeped him out at rst, but now 'The bearded guy is whom we seek'.... 'Who hunts the old
it was an old friend. He began working, humming a tune to and the meek'..... 'Uses them when he needs'....
himself.
He convinced himself that he was wasting his time on
A cool breeze oated into the room, rufing the curtains in something stupid. Closing his eyes, he decided to talk to the
the process. Even an innocent noise sounds ominous at night, Dean about this the next day.
but Mr Goodwill knew not to let his mind play games. He
Next morning, he spoke to the Dean, an indifferent man in
quickly cleaned the apparatus and put them away.
his late sixties, who warned the students over the intercom and
Finally, he took the skeleton and turned towards the dismissed the issue.
showcase. On the glass door, there was a poem written in red
Goodwill hoped that this would help, and no students will
ink.
dare to prank him again.
The bearded man is whom we seek,
The need for him to visit the lab did not arise for a while
He who kills to sate his greed, after the incident.
He who hunts the old and the meek, However, a week later, he entered the lab again, hoping that
And uses them when he needs. the kids would have forgotten about him, and began his routine.
He cleaned the skeleton and hung it back in the closet. As he
OCTOBER 2018 | 40
Laid to Rest
closed the door, words appeared on the glass, right in front of his All this thinking intensied his headache.
eyes. It was written with the same red ink, and dripped down. 'Who are you?!....Why would you seek my help?!.... How
Our fate that you believe to be a lie, am I involved in this?!....' he yelled out, frustrated.
Is the reason that so many died, As he held his throbbing head, the words on the mirror
Help us find the sly culprit, changed.
And punish him with what we deem fit. We are many, not one,
Goodwill was frozen with fear. His mind refused to believe But we were reduced to none,
that what he was seeing was true. He staggered away from the We seek you, for you are our friend,
glass and grabbed a wet cloth from the counter. He hastily wiped Who preserves us even after our mortal end.
off the words with shaky hands, but as soon as he erased the
The words did nothing to clear his doubts. He was a very
words, they reappeared.
private person with very few friends. And none of them were
The wind was harsh outside and the lights ickered off, dead yet. And the fact that these 'friends' were speaking in
leaving the room dark, except for the moonlight. Goodwill riddles was not helping him at all.
couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the keys, sprinted out, and
He decided that he needed his coffee more than anything.
locked the room in a hurry.
The thought that these 'friends' weren't going to harm him, put
He ran through the hall, his footsteps echoing in the quiet him more at ease.
night. He didn't stop anywhere on his way home. His hands
He went into the kitchen and prepared a strong cup. With
trembled, and his mind was conjuring images inside his head.
the steaming cup in his hand, he sat on the sofa, took an old
Was any of this real? Or was it just a sick game played by the
paper that lay before him, and wrote all the poems that he'd seen.
kids? He wasn't sure.
After reading the lines many times, he only knew that these
But how did they manage to make the words reappear?
people were killed by a bearded guy who hunts weak people for
Even the smartest of kids would not be able to pull off
money, and that they want to avenge their death.
something like that.
But how can I nd the particular bearded guy in this town?
It took some time for him to calm down. He decided to
he thought. Hell, even I'm a man with a beard, for the love of
think about this in the morning.
God!
Goodwill had never been a brave person. His love for a
As he stared at the paper in deep thought, the familiar red
quiet life was one of the reasons he never married; and he never
words reappeared on the paper.
regretted his decision until now. After a long time, he nally fell
into a restless sleep. He's someone with whom you work,
–— Behind a respectable veil he lurks;
The next morning Goodwill woke up with a headache. He Waiting for his next kill,
called the college and took the day off. He sat on his bed, To trap and turn them into dollar bills.
pondering over the events of last night. It all felt like a dream— Associated with my work? So, is this person someone I
more like a nightmare. He knew what he saw was real, but the know? Is that why I'm being haunted by these people?
logical side of his mind refused to accept it.
He quickly turned the paper and wrote the names of the
He went to the bathroom and splashed his face with water, bearded people he knew at work.
looking into the mirror. What he saw next horried him to the
Dr Rick
bones... On the mirror there were words written in the familiar
red ink, that dripped down the mirror. Dr Kevin
We seek your help and not your life, Dr Joey
Help us in our quest, to avenge our unfair death, All of them were respectable people of the society. And
they were all lthy rich. Why would they kill for money?
For we come begging thee,
He began thinking about all the conversations he had had
Our only hope in punishing the grave thief.
with them. All of them were as normal as he himself was. No
Goodwill was stunned to silence. His mind nally matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with any
acknowledged the fact that this wasn't a funny prank by the kids. answers.
He was facing his worst fears. The only consolation he had was
After a long day, he collapsed on his bed, yearning for a
that he wasn't the one at fault.
good night's sleep.
But none of this made sense. What was he doing in the –—
middle of this mess? Who were they? More importantly, what
were they? The next day, he went to work early, looking at every
41 | OCTOBER 2018
Laid to Rest
OCTOBER 2018 | 42
Laid to Rest
Caviler staggered to his car, almost as if he were drunk. Before Goodwill forced himself not to think about that and
getting into the car, he looked around as if to check whether he focused on the problem at hand. He scanned the place for the
was being watched. two men.
Goodwill promptly moved out of his sight. He waited till he The graveyard was littered with tomb stones.
heard the car door close and looked again. Sure enough Caviler At a distance, he spotted the two men shaking hands.
had gotten into his car.
He slowly crept towards them, hiding behind tombs and
He immediately started his bike and waited for Caviler to trying not to make any noise. After a while, he realised he
move, before following him at a safe distance. couldn't hear them, without being caught. So he decided to
The city they lived in wasn't very huge, but it was watch them from a safe distance. He noticed that the mystery
overpopulated. The public places were seldom free, except man had a beard too.
during the nights. At rst the two men seemed to be having a normal
After a short ten-minute drive, Goodwill saw Caviler park discussion, but soon it appeared to be turning into an argument.
his car right in front of the city's graveyard. Both of them were whispering in an agitated tone. Caviler was
How ironic, Goodwill thought. The killer at the shaking his head and waving his hands as if to indicate his
graveyard..... Is this where he killed his victims? displeasure.
Goodwill drove his bike up the footpath, and parked it Goodwill couldn't hear what they were arguing about, but
behind a large tree, which hid him well while simultaneously Caviler shut up as soon as the mystery man shoved a bundle of
giving him a clear view. He watched as Caviler got out of his car, cash into his hands.
walked towards the graveyard, and opened the gate with a key. Money indeed is a universal language.
How does a medical professor have the key to the city's Goodwill watched the men shake hands in parting and walk
graveyard?! towards the gate. He waited for them to leave, and then started
Caviler went inside the graveyard, and locked the gate from towards his home.
inside. On his way back, Goodwill kept thinking about the things
Goodwill deciding to follow him looked for a way to go he had seen. He wondered about the connection between
inside. He noticed that the wall was pretty short and decided to Caviler and the mystery man.
jump over it. Right when he was about to jump, he saw another Why was Caviler killing people?..... How did he make
car entering the street. He quickly hid behind the tree and waited money from that?
for the car to pass. All these questions only led to new questions.
However, instead of passing, the car parked right behind As soon as he reached home, Goodwill took a relaxing bath
Caviler's, and a man got out. He was tall and wore a long coat and settled on the sofa with a steaming cup of coffee. He wrote
with a hat that hid his face from view. down all the information he had found out, and thought about
As Goodwill watched, the mystery man walked down the various possibilities.
towards the graveyard and opened the lock with a key, just like After breaking his head for a long time with no results,
Caviler had done. Goodwill went to bed. He came to a conclusion that the only
Goodwill was shocked! Did Caviler have a partner? way he could gain information was through Caviler.
The mystery man locked the gate and went in. Goodwill decided to blackmail Caviler into giving
information, the next day. With that thought in mind, he fell
asleep.
–—
Goodwill was shocked!
The following day, Goodwill arrived at college as usual. He
Did Caviler have a partner? decided to wait till the end of the day to confront Caviler.
The mystery man locked the Evening came, and after nishing his work early, Goodwill
waited for Caviler in his ofce. When Caviler returned, he was
gate and went in. surprised to see Goodwill in his ofce.
“What are you doing here, Goodwill? Don't you know
you're supposed to seek permission before entering a
Without wasting any more time, Goodwill jumped over the professor's ofce?” Caviler asked, bitterly.
wall and entered the graveyard. As soon as he set foot inside, he This wasn't new to Goodwill. Everyone knew that Caviler
felt a chill run down his spine. was bitter.
If anything went wrong tonight, he would probably end up “What were you doing in the graveyard last night?”
dead and buried in this same ground, he told himself.
43 | OCTOBER 2018
Laid to Rest
Goodwill asked, bluntly. No point in beating around the bush, he “You want to get out of this, right?”
thought. Caviler nodded, immediately.
“Wh... what?.... what are you..... talking about....??” “Then help me trap this guy.”
Caviler stammered.
“But how?” Caviler asked, sceptically.
“There's no use in trying to lie, Caviler. I know all about it,”
Goodwill quickly explained how he found out about the
Goodwill replied.
killings to Caviler.
“I....don't know...what you're talking about. Wh...why
“I know this sounds bizarre, but I need you to trust me.”
would I go to a graveyard? Stop talking nonsense and get out of
Goodwill told Caviler his plan to trap Damien. They decided to
my ofce!” Caviler yelled.
execute the plan at midnight.
Even a blind man could tell he was lying. –—
“Look, I don't have the patience to talk to you. You can The night rolled in. Goodwill was ready to leave. The plan
either tell me the truth now, or you and your friend can say was to lure Damien to the graveyard. Caviler would call him
goodbye to life outside prison,” Goodwill said, casually. asking to meet him at midnight, claiming to have an emergency,
“Pr....prison!!... why would I go to prison?!” Caviler while Goodwill would already be there to welcome him.
stuttered. He reached the graveyard at 11.30. Caviler had given him a
“Because you kill people for money,” Goodwill said. He key to the gate, so he didn't have to jump over the wall this time.
knew he was playing with re blufng like that, but he had to He went in expecting to be alone, but he was surprised to see
scare Caviler into giving him answers. both Caviler and Damien standing there, waiting for him.
“H...how do you know that?!” Caviler exclaimed. He was “Welcome my friend,” Caviler greeted. “It's rather nice to
sweating profusely and looked like he would faint any minute. have some guests over, isn't it Damien?” he turned towards his
“Look, if you tell me the truth, I'll help you through this,” partner.
Goodwill tried to coax him. It seemed to be working. “Indeed!” Damien exclaimed, cheerily.
“It isn't me... I swear! It's him…Damien! He is the one who It didn't take a genius to gure out that Caviler had tricked
kills them!” Caviler broke into tears. He collapsed into the chair him into coming there.
behind his desk, and narrated everything to Goodwill. “You really thought I'd fall for your ghost story, Goodwill?”
“I happened to nd out by accident. He threatened to kill me Caviler laughed. “You should've known better. The Dean called
if I exposed him! He paid me to be quiet. Please save me from me yesterday, and you know what he said Goodwill? He said
that monster! I'll do anything you say! I'll even give you the that a skeleton in the lab had become too old, and he gave me a
money!” Caviler wailed. By the time he completed, he was a pretty good deal for a new one. I guess you'll be replacing your
crying mess. friend.”
“How long have you known and how many people has he Both the men retrieved sharp knives from under their coats.
killed?” “Killing isn't an easy job you know,” Damien began. “You
“I've known for a year. And as far as I know he's killed have to be careful about not harming the skeleton. Do you know
eighteen people,” Caviler continued, crying. how we kill our guests, Goodwill?” We stab them in the
“How does he earn the money? Do people pay him to kill stomach. Its messy, but enjoyable at the same time!”
someone?” Damien twirled the knife in his ngers.
“No, no one pays him to kill. He kills the old and homeless “Don't worry we'll make it less painful,” Caviler smiled.
people, and separates the bones from the esh, and sells the Goodwill had no other choice but to run. He couldn't take
bones to medical schools. Since he is the cemetery caretaker, no them both at once. He dashed towards the gate with the two men
one doubts him,” Caviler explained. hot on his heels. He was running a race against death.
Suddenly everything made sense to Goodwill. Goodwill ran as fast as he could. He found hope as he
'We seek you for you're our friend....Who preserves us even neared the gates.
after our death....' If I can manage to reach my bike, I'll be able to escape…
He was the one who cleaned the skeletons in the lab every But his hopes were cut short as someone grabbed his ankle
week. That is why the spirits thought of him as their friend. That from behind. Goodwill fell on the ground with a heavy thud. He
is also why, they asked for his help. had never felt so hopeless in his life.
Goodwill felt emotional all of a sudden. He had been lonely Caviler twisted Goodwill's ankle making him turn on his
for the most part of his life, and liked it that way. Now he realised back. The two men looked down at him with sinister smiles.
why people yearned for others. He felt the need to avenge his Caviler held Goodwill down, as Damien prepared to kill him.
friends' death. He turned to Caviler, determinedly.
OCTOBER 2018 | 44
Laid to Rest
As he raised his knife to stab him, Goodwill shut his eyes With these words as a nal bidding, Goodwill stabbed
tightly, saying his nal prayers. At that moment, a loud thunder Damien in the stomach, pulling his guts out. As Damien fell
struck the dark sky, scaring the three momentarily. Goodwill, down, the silhouette of his skeleton appeared on the graveyard
who was powerless until then, pushed Caviler off with new- walls. Nature had punished him using his own crooked ways.
found strength. At that moment, rains poured from the heavens, rejoicing
Damien, shocked by this, tried to stab him, but realised that the death of the vile creature. The spirits left Goodwill and
the knife was not in his hand. When he looked up again, he saw ascended to their heavenly abode, thanking their friend.
Goodwill standing in front of him, twirling the knife between For a while, Goodwill soaked in the rain, willing it to wash
his ngers, the same way he had. His irises were dark red, like away all the dreadful events from his memory, before heading
the blood that seeped out of his victims' wounds. home to his comforting coffee and welcoming bed.
Damien realised that the person before him wasn't
Goodwill. They were his sins personied. Beside him, Caviler's –—
knees buckled in fear, as he fell unconscious. Damien tried to
run away from this nightmare, but his body was rooted to the
ground. It seemed like nature had chosen this place for his burial ABOUT THE AUTHOR
and the soil seemed to hold his legs, without letting go.
He watched as Goodwill inched towards him slowly. He Sujatha Sugumaran is currently pursuing her bachelor's in
ran the knife down Damien's throat, very much the way he had English Literature at Anna Adarsh College for Women,
Chennai. She enjoys writing poetry, which she posts on
did with his victims. While doing this, Goodwill opened his
Instagram, and short ction, which she posts on Wattpad.
mouth, but the words that came out sounded like they were Her other interests include travelling and painting. She
spoken by multiple people. The spirits in him chanted in an aspires to become a diplomat in the Indian Foreign Service.
ominous tone: You can follow her poetry account on Instagram at
What you sow, so shall you reap, e ff u l g e n t _ t h o u g h t s . Yo u c a n w r i t e t o h e r a t
sujatha1899@gmail.com.
We've come here to charge you for your greed,
Let us avenge our fateful pain,
So none shall suffer ever again…
Contains:
· Description of all places that you can visit in and
around Shimla.
· Information about adventure tourism, and important
places to enjoy scenic beauty.
· A list of important contact information of Hotels, Taxi
Stands, and Tour and Travel agencies.
· Easy to read maps detailing:
◦ Hotels and Eateries
◦ Road Maps
◦ Local Bus Routes
◦ Parking Places
45 | OCTOBER 2018
T ia and Pia By
Karan
It was ten in the morning. She had just woken up. Like to ask her jokingly, sometimes, just to pull her leg.
always, even before brushing her teeth, she logged on to her Now that question repeatedly rang in her ears. Her usual
computer. Little did she know that the moment she opened her reply would be, “I'll kill you,” but right now he wasn't there to
Gmail account, her world would be shaken to the core, almost listen to her answer.
like an earthquake.
Quite expectedly, she was shocked and heartbroken too.
She stared at the e-mail message on the screen, her mind She couldn't control her emotions well, like some people can.
racing so fast that the words blurred and no longer made any She cried out loud. While it was important for her to cry and
sense. Just three lines, but enough to make her life—the life release the pain, there had to be an end even to that. But, her tears
she'd worked so hard and sacriced so much to build—begin to kept owing for more than a couple of hours. She was alone at
crumble around her. her place, with nobody to console her. May be, that's why...
The email said: However, around 2 p.m. her roomie, Roma, returned from
Tia, the theatre. It took her some time to calm Tia down, but,
I'm sorry. We can't be together anymore. Please forget eventually, she stopped sobbing.
everything and move on. After a while, Roma tried to get to the heart of the issue, and
Goodbye, began questioning Tia, her bestie, to understand what exactly
had happened.
Kartik
“Tell me...Did you have any ght with Kartik yesterday or
Now, a ve-year long relationship generally doesn't end on
today? ... Are you sure, it's not a prank?”
that note.
“Neither did we ght, nor is this a prank,” Tia told her.
Someone she loved more than herself; trusted to the zenith;
had planned her future with; knew for sure would be her life “Okay...Okay...Any other girl? I mean...,” Roma
partner; used to ght with for one hour only to make up in the interrupted.
next; could shout at any time; could listen to always; who, for “No. I can doubt anything but his degree of commitment,”
her, could ght with anyone —that someone , 'the most Tia was quick to negate any such possibilities.
important', 'the most loving', 'the most special' someone was “Did you reply to his email?” was the next question.
going away from her all of a sudden, for reasons best known
“Yeah. I did. But, got a Failure Daemon message stating
only to him; thereby creating a vacuum in her life, which was
that the e-mail id no longer exists,” Tia promptly replied.
certainly way too difcult for her to live with.
“What about his mobile number? WhatsApp, Facebook?”
“What would you do, if I leave you some day?” Kartik used
OCTOBER 2018 | 46
Tia and Pia
Roma enquired. entire matter. We need to nd out what's going on,” Roma said,
“It seems heand
Tia has blocked
Pia me everywhere,” stated Tia . trying to take control of the situation.
“And you don't know any of his friends, right?” Roma “What relax? I trusted him a lot, but he betrayed me for no
muttered. reason. God can, even the world can, but I can't forgive him. I
won't forgive him. I'll commit suicide, and hold him responsible
Tia nodded and said, “He never introduced me to any of his
for that. He destroyed me. I'll destroy him back,” Tia started
friends. In fact, every time I talked about you, he'd tell me to
crying, again.
stop. As far as common friends are concerned, we don't have
even one. I was always keen to party along with his friends, but “What nonsense are you talking? You aren't that low a
he always dodged such requests of mine by citing some stupid person to do such things. Be calm, and let's try to gure out
superstitions that he had himself planted in his life.” together the Whats and Whys of the situation,” a rm Roma
tried controlling her again. “Now, listen. He has blocked you.
“Yes, I told you, this is so strange. I always wanted to ask,
He doesn't know me, not well, that is. So, possibly, he wouldn't
but I never did, what kind of superstitions?” Roma asked, in
have blocked me. These days, you can nd almost everything
wonder.
and everyone under the Sun, through social media.”
“He used to tell me that he believed that he might lose me if
They then tried accessing Kartik's Facebook account, but
more people got to know that we are a couple. Some strange and
Kartik turned out to be smarter than they had thought him to be.
silly superstition. All superstitions are strange, by default,” Tia
He didn't just block Roma, but, also all of Tia's friends.
answered.
But Roma was no less. She created another account, and
“So, you guys didn't ght. No love-triangle scene either.
then, was able to access his prole. The poor guy had missed out
Yet a break-up...rather, I should say, a one-sided breakup. That
on one simple setting. He could have either simply deactivated
certainly is quite mysterious.”
his account or made his account, posts, friend lists, and so on not
“I wonder if he's under some sort of pressure”, Roma public, that is, visible to only those he chose — himself, friends,
added. or friends of friends. He went the long and not-so-smart and
“No matter what it is or what it may be, I'll never forgive secretive route.
him,” an emotionally down, angry Tia yelled at herself. Anyway, the reason Roma wanted to take a look at his
“Relax Baby. Let's not judge him without knowing the
47 | OCTOBER 2018
Tia and Pia
prole was to see who all had become his Facebook friends
recently. Despite all that Tia said, Roma had a feeling that there Before they could ask, Tina herself introduced her to them,
was a third angle —in this case, another girl. The search result “She's my elder sister, Pia. She's getting married to Kartik next
was there in front of both. In the last one month, only two new week, and because you mentioned that you had something to tell
connections had been made. While one was a married lady, about him, I thought it right to have his wife-to be too to listen to
Anita, the other was a girl named Tina. It didn't take them long that.”
to make out that both these new Facebook friends of Kartik were “The thing is, I and Kartik have been in quite a steady ve-
somehow related/connected to each other, for both (as per their year long relationship,” Tia sighed, and said. “He means
proles) belonged to the same city (Kanpur), and had the same everything to me. I didn't know why he suddenly left me, but
surname. now I know the reason. You're responsible for this debacle. You
Now, before Roma could say anything, Tia started, “Yeah, bitch!”
you were right, Roma. See, he's marrying this girl now, and this Tia got up, knocking her coffee cup to the ground, and
lady is his mother-in-law to be. Kartik is such a thug. He's just stormed out of the café.
another dog...He's...” Roma tried to stop Tia, but in vain. She then apologized to
“Calm down. Calm down, baby. Right now, we are close to Tina and her sister, on Tia's behalf; stayed on to have coffee with
the truth. But, we haven't found it yet. So, don't speculate. We them; and tried to explain to them how strongly and deeply Tia
can do all that anytime later,” Roma stressed. and Kartik were committed to each other, and how everything
Roma then texted a 'Hi' to Tina on Facebook Messenger, to just changed in an instant, way too abruptly, and in a very weird
which she got a response almost instantly. Now, Roma didn't manner too.
want to waste anybody's time. She got straight to the point. The meet got over by 12 noon. Roma even wished Pia the
“So, how do you know Kartik?” Roma asked her. best, while seeing them off.
“How does that matter to you?” Tina replied with a counter That's quite a good gesture, some people might think -- a
question. sign of a clean-hearted human-being. On the other hand, for
some it may seem a little strange because Roma should have at
“It does a lot to my friend. Maybe we should be least tried to persuade Pia to call off the marriage, but, she chose
straightforward with each other. You may not be aware, but a lot not to do so. Her bestie, her roomie, was being put through a
of lives are at stake right now,” Roma tried explaining herself. turbulent situation, for which none but Pia was largely
“What...???? See, I'm not getting you. I don't know you at responsible; and here she was shaking hands with her, and
all. Please, can you tell me what you want from me?” several wishing her a happy married life. Anyway, that is how it all went
bullets red simultaneously at Roma. down.
“I understand. Maybe we should talk over the phone. Later, at around 5 p.m. in the evening, while Roma was
Would have been better if we could meet, but you seem to be in watching television, Tia got several calls from an unknown
Kanpur, and I happen to be in Gurgaon,” Roma replied. number, but they all went unanswered, because Tia was
“Wait a minute. Why would I talk or meet a stranger?” Tina sleeping. Eventually, the repeated rings woke her up.
questioned again. “Who the hell is this calling me?” she asked.
“The fact that it has got something to do with Kartik should “Sorry baby. Kartik here. Sorry about that e-mail. I know
be enough of a concern to you, I believe,” an angry Roma you must be angry, but, please give me a chance to explain
replied, in all caps! . myself. Please...,” Kartik said, apologetically.
“You told me you live in Gurgaon, right? Okay. Let's meet Tia didn't respond, but, didn't end the call either.
at Cafe Coffee Day, Ambience Mall, tomorrow at 11 in the
morning”, she said in one line.
“You are in Gurgaon?” Roma asked.
“CCD, Ambience Mall, 11 AM, tomorrow. Talk to you "Sorry baby. Kartik here.
there,” Tina signed off. Sorry about that e-mail. I know
–—
Post this conversation, it was almost clear to both Roma and
you must be angry, but,
Tia that something was brewing between Kartik and Tina. And please give me a chance to
the whole evening Tia kept on muttering, “That bitch, Tina, took
Kartik away from me. What does she have? Just an extra 'N'?”
explain myself. Please...,"
Next day, they all met at the decided venue. Now, when Tia Kartik said, apologetically.
and Roma reached there, they saw someone else along with
Tina.
OCTOBER 2018 | 48
Tia and Pia
“So, it wasn't just because of me. I was just sacricing our “Your wedding gown is ready there in your wardrobe,
love and relationship, for my sister. The thing is, no matter baby,” Tia heard Roma speak.
which family we approached for my sister's marriage, they all “Hey. I have been meaning to ask you, how did you cut this
asked for a huge amount of dowry. You know my family isn't deal?” Tia promptly asked Roma.
that sound nancially, and can't afford to give a huge dowry to
“I just did what I'm good at,” replied Roma, with a sly
anyone. So, they thought of getting a similar amount from
smile. “I acted in front of them. I kind of indirectly threatened
someone else, for my marriage. Coincidentally, they were able
them. I started off by saying that it's good for Kartik that he's not
to nd one such family. I'm ashamed to say this, but, indeed,
getting married to an insane person like you. I told them that you
they were kind of selling me to that family. That's the way I see
suffer from split personality disorder. To substantiate that, I
dowry. Maybe I was brain-washed for some time, or maybe I
instantly wove and narrated cock and bull stories of you causing
was restless seeing the condition of my family, but, it was my
physical harm to a lot of girls in the past who once tried to enter
mistake that I agreed to what they had decided for me.
Kartik's life. The way you expressed your anger did the rest. I
“After you and your roomie met Pia this morning, Pia shook hands with her, and even gave her my best wishes.
called me and asked me about our relationship. I told her Anyway, by that time, she had got an idea of what could have
everything. And you know what, whatever wrong path my happened to her had she gone ahead and married Kartik,” Roma
family was pushing me into, she just put me back in the reverse chuckled.
direction, i.e. the right path. She assured me that she would call
“What?!” exclaimed Tia.
off the marriage, provided I go back to you - no matter what it
takes. As for my sister's marriage, we will nd for her a suitable “I am sure Pia was all praises for me when she talked to
match, and not wed her to any greedy and materialistic person. Kartik. He probably told you that. Didn't he?" Roma continued.
“That's all, your honour,” Kartik concluded. “Yeah...But...” Tia was dumbfounded
“Hmm...But, how can I be sure that you won't do this “You go get ready now. Time is running out,” Roma said,
again?” Tia asked. back in control.
–—
“I don't think there's anything bigger and cleaner than
marriage as a guarantee in our society. We're getting married
tonight in the temple. We can go for the extensive version later,
but let's close the doors to chances of any such mishaps once and ABOUT THE AUTHOR
for all,” Kartik summed up.
Silence still... A software engineering professional, Karan has been
“I am sorry, Tia. Please forgive me!” writing for the last eight years, with few
published/adapted works in almost all the forms of
Silence.
writing - poetry, short stories, articles, write-ups,
“And by the way, you know what. It wasn't the abuse that
spoofs, advertisements, and slogans. A realistic
you hurled at Pia that made her do this. It was your friend's
idealist, a true optimist, and a strong believer in
simple, plain assertion of our relationship to her, and my honest
confession that inuenced her,” Kartik further added. Karma, Karan likes watching cricket and movies in his
free time. Currently, he's busy working on the draft of
“Then, why don't you marry Roma instead?” saying that
his dream novel. You can write to him at
Tia cut the call.
www.anishanand@yahoo.co.in.
–—
49 | OCTOBER 2018
Uncertainty
Depression
Love
“There is freshness in Attri’s style of writing…. I am glad that he has touched a social
cause..If he continues using his quill then I foresee a bright future of Attri in penman
world.” – Shriniwas Joshi, Himachal Tribune
A V A I L A B L E O N :
Have you ever wondered what is at the poles? of the distance, or if a monster ate them?”
If you think and say with full of condence that there is My head was full of silly and stupid ideas.
snow, icebergs, and lots of strong, cold winds blowing, then I picked up a globe, and, God knows what came to my mind,
think again. I started to unscrew the metal screw and the rod. There was a
I will tell you what is at the poles - 'mystery'. hole, into which the metal rod went, and acted as the axis. I
"Mystery?!" you will shout with an unbelievable tone, and looked through the hole and what I saw nearly gave me a heart
your stomach will start wriggling with excitement, I know that. attack!
I am about to tell you the darkest secret of my life, so don't It was the universe! With the solar system and the seven
go around screaming about it. When I was about nine or ten years planets! I could clearly see the earth. I wanted to go there so
old, I had to study several lessons. The subjects I studied were much! I pointed my nger towards the hole, and I got pulled in
maths, science, English, and social studies. I did not like social like a bubblegum that bursts and gets sucked into the mouth.
studies, and tried to ignore it a lot. But alas! My exams came and Suddenly I was inside the globe. I could clearly see the hole
thus, I had to sit and study the boring subjects of geography and through which I had come. And believe it or not, it was a black
history. hole, and only black holes pull you towards themselves with
Studying geography means learning about different such force.
countries, their temperature, their physical features, and so on, I discovered that I was breathing, right in space, where there
and especially about the poles. I had a habit of surng the is no oxygen! I found myself getting closer to Earth, which was
Internet to read up about whatever I read. So, as usual, I started to giving off a bluish light. I entered Earth's atmosphere, got the
search for information on the poles. shake of my life, and shot toward the ground at the speed of a
I was glad I did so. rocket.
A news piece I came across said: I could not believe my luck! How did I manage to enter
Earth's atmosphere without burning? All of this was a mystery,
A giant hole has been found at the North Pole. NASA is
and I still haven't managed to discover the real reason.
deliberately trying to hide it. This giant hole can lead you to the
centre of the earth. Now back to the story.
I thought, “Nobody really has the guts to go to the centre of So, after having entered the atmosphere, within eight to
the Earth. What if they get burned even before they covered half nine minutes, I reached the surface of the earth. I could not
OCTOBER 2018 | 52
Journey to the 'Mirror World'
believe the smoothness with which I had landed. This was also that I noticed a sickening sight. My father was wearing a
an additional mystery to me, aside from the one before. woman's dress! And before I could say anything my mom,
I felt a slight movement behind me. Turning around, I found rather, her identical twin, appeared in a police ofcer's uniform,
my own self watering the plants. I stood there, aghast by what I which should have been my father's outt. Mom said, “Today
had seen. How can there be two of the same persons at a time in was one of the busiest days at work. Following an investigation,
different places? I put one murderer and two thieves in jail.”
My replica had also seen me. She let out a scream, dropped I also saw my duplicate wearing a boy's dress, although she
the watering can, and ran inside the house. I looked around and was supposed to be wearing a girl's.
noticed that all the surroundings and buildings were the same as I I could not stand the sight and started shouting, “Why are
had seen on Earth. Suddenly, a person who was a replica of my you all wearing dresses of the opposite gender?? If you think this
dad emerged. He looked around cautiously, as though to make is fashionable, then I must say that you have got very bad taste ,
sure nobody was watching, and then carefully led me inside the and it is very sickening!!”.
house. All the three copies were looking at me with an amazed
He said “Would you like some cookies?” expression, which soon turned into something calm.
I nodded. My mom's replica said, “Are you new to Mirror world?”
He came back holding a bowl full of cookies. It was then “Mirror world? What Mirror world?” I asked, still not
53 | OCTOBER 2018
Journey to the 'Mirror World'
daring to believe the scenes oating in front of my eyes. When I told my dad all about my adventure, he gave me a
“Well, have you noticed your reection in the mirror?” deathly glare, and blew his top, “Don't try to give me all that
asked my duplicate mom. nonsense! Go and study.”
That day I realised that as people grow old, they dismiss the
stories we children tell them as rubbish.
"Well, have you noticed your Well, all you children out there, I told you this in the hope
reection in the mirror?" that you will believe me. I am sure you will not brush this aside
as rubbish.
asked my duplicate mom. And nally, I want to tell you that I have tried several times
to go to mirror world again, but I have been unable to.
I shrugged clumsily, and with a lot of difculty managed not
to roll my eyes, “Of course I have.” –—
My duplicate mom said, “The image shows lateral
inversion, doesn't it? The left side appears to be the right side and ABOUT THE AUTHOR
the right side seems to be the left side. Just like that, this planet
Earth is called the 'Mirror world'. Everything is opposite. A man Samiya Rahaman is twelve years old and hails from
does all the work of a woman, and a woman does all the work of a West Bengal. She is currently studying in the seventh
man. A man wears a woman's dress, and a woman wears the grade at Shri Shikshayatan School, Kolkata. Reading
dress of a man as it happens on your Earth. A foolish man
is her favourite pastime. Her father, Ekbalur
becomes a clever man, and a clever man becomes a foolish
Rahaman, is a sub-inspector with the West Bengal
man.”
Police. Her mother, Kohinur Sultana, is a housewife.
“What?!” I said, shocked.
She has a brother, Ahiyan Rahaman.
My duplicate mom said, “Yes. And you'd better return to
your own planet. All the scientists over the news were saying
that this could happen.”
After that I don't remember how I got back to Earth. I found
myself lying on my bed.
SUBSCRIBE
TO
OCTOBER 2018 | 54
T he Knight of
Endornia By
Vidhi
Bhanushali
It had been a very busy day for Emma, and she didn't even kingdom called Endornia. Rose had decided to tell Emma
realise when she hit her pillow and fell into a deep sleep. Next everything when she turned twenty-one, and the day had nally
morning, she woke up hearing her sister screaming at the top of arrived.
her voice. “Wake up, Emma! Wake up!” she said. After nishing their breakfast, both packed their bags and
Emma rose from her bed only to see that it was early in the left for Houston. While driving, Rose revealed everything to
morning and still dark outside. To her surprise, her room was Emma. Emma's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. With each
crowded with her family members. She blinked twice to conrm word that left her sister's mouth, she became more and more
if these people were really there. astonished.
“ Happy Birthday!” they said together. They reached Houston in an hour. Emma was still in shock.
She realized it was 21st January and she was going to go to It was too much for her to digest. Rose drove to the Hall of
Houston to meet her parents. She was more excited about the Ancient Egypt at Houston Museum of Natural Science. Emma
visit than her birthday. Tears of joy welled up in her eyes as she followed her as they entered a secret passage that was
hugged her relatives. She had turned twenty-one. completely dark. To Emma's surprise, Rose's hand glowed! The
light that emerged from her hand guided them on that never-
Never could she forget the day of her 21st birthday. It was
ending path.
fun, cutting the cake, while she was still in her pyjamas.
“How are you doing that?” asked Emma, surprised.
By eight in the morning, everyone started to leave. She
quickly bathed and got ready for the day. “I've been practising since I was twenty,” replied Rose with
a smile.
Emma lived in Lake Jackson, Texas with her elder sister,
Rose. “I have so much to learn,” realised Emma.
Rose had a job and could earn enough for two people, or at Rose agreed. It had taken her a lot of time and practice to
least, Emma thought so. In fact, Rose received money from her master that.
parents every month even though she earned a little by working Finally, Rose stopped in front of a door, and Emma nearly
in a charity. bumped into her. She removed the chain with the owl pendant
Ever since she could remember, she had been told that her from her neck—the one she never took off; it was almost a part
parents lived and worked in Houston. What Emma didn't know of her. She touched that pendant to the doorknob, and the door
was that her parents were the King and Queen of a magical ew open, blinding Emma with light. When her vision cleared,
55 | OCTOBER 2018
The Knight of Endornia
she saw that she was in the centre of what looked like an ancient “Father has announced a ball this evening on the occasion
royal courtroom with two people sitting on thrones. Her body of your birthday.”
froze at the sight of them. “Oh!” Emma said, astonishingly.
The king and queen rose from their seats. They smiled at “You don't need to feel stressed. I was planning to take you
Rose and turned towards Emma. to Mother. She has a surprise for you,” said Rose, with a smile.
“Welcome, Princess Emma, to the kingdom of Endornia.” Emma was touched by her sister's words. Everyone cared
Emma's heart skipped a beat. so much about her.
They were her parents! As Rose led her to the queen, Emma thought about the kind
She rushed towards them; and her parents, the King and of queen her mother would be. She thought of Alice's
Queen of Endornia, embraced her with warmness. Adventures in Wonderland. Will she be like the Red Queen or
the White Queen?
It was Emma's best birthday. She was shown to her room
where three of her personal ladies-in-waiting awaited her. After She came back to her senses when Rose called her name.
seeing her room, she went in search of Rose. She asked a few “We're here,” Rose said, as the doors of her mother's
servants whom she met about Rose. bedroom opened.
“The princess is in the library, Your Grace,” said one of the Her mother was sitting on the chair of the dressing table
servants, pointing to her left. with a mirror in front of her.
Emma thanked them and hurried towards the library. As “Emma, my little princess. Come here.”
she walked into the doorway, she bumped into some woman, She smiled at Emma from the mirror.
sending the poor woman's books and papers ying by.
Okay, maybe she was the white queen after all, thought
“I'm so very sor-“ Emma.
“How dare you!” the woman interrupted her. She did as she was told by Rose, and knelt in front of her
She narrowed her snake-like green eyes at Emma and made mother, as one of the ladies-in-waiting braided the Queen's hair.
a face of disgust. Her mother cupped her face with her soft hands and kissed her
“Oh! It is the new little princess Emma. May I ask why you forehead.
were running so fast? Or do you think it is just your lthy family “How do you feel being here?” she asked.
that lives in this palace?” she snarled. Emma inched at the “Home,” replied Emma.
word “lthy”.
It really felt like home. At last, her parents were with her.
“I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any harm. I was looking for my
The Queen smiled and gestured to her servants, as Emma
sister Rose. The servants said she was in the library, so I headed
stood up.
this way,” Emma said, while she helped the woman pick up her
books and papers. “I have a surprise for you.”
The lady snatched them out of her hand, and stormed past Oh, great. Just great. Another surprise, thought Emma.
her without saying another word. Her mother stood up and turned her around by her
“Great! First day in my home, and I've already made an shoulders.
enemy,” Emma scolded herself. Emma couldn't believe her eyes.
As she opened the doors of the Library, her mouth opened Right in front of her was very beautiful light-purple ball
in amazement. gown with a heart shaped neck, and smooth silk fabric, falling
The place was really enormous. She entered, and turned a off in two layers beneath the waist.
full circle to see the innite number of books on the shelves. “Happy Birthday, little princess,” said the Queen.
She had always loved books, and this library felt so Tears of joy escaped Emma's eyes, and she hugged her
magical. mother. The gown was so stunning.
“Emma!” shouted Rose. “Thank you so much.”
Emma returned to reality recalling why she was in the “Oh, don't thank me. It was Rose's idea. Besides, the ball is
library— to nd Rose. going to start in a few hours and you still have to get ready. So,
Emma spotted her descending the stairs, waving at Emma stop thanking and go get dressed,” said the Queen, hurriedly.
as she approached. So denitely “the white queen”!
“I was about to come to your room,” said Rose. Emma wiped her tears, and rushed to her room with Rose.
“Why?” “I'll get ready in a few minutes and come to pick you up,”
said Rose, when they neared Emma's room.
OCTOBER 2018 | 56
The Knight of Endornia
As soon as Emma opened the doors, the maids she had met people.
earlier rushed in behind her, with her beautiful gown. Then, just as she was admiring the crowd, she spotted the
They helped her wear the gown and made her sit on the woman whom she had bumped into while heading for the
chair in front of the full-length mirror. library. Somehow she did not like her; she carried a strange and
The gown tted her so well. She imagined how it would mean aura.
feel to twirl in it. Rose noticed Emma staring openly at the woman.
Her maids started with her curly, long light brown hair. “Oh, don't stare so. That's Lady Leticia. She's quite full of
They pinned the front of her hair with pins, and let her curls herself,” Rose warned.
cascade. As Emma continued to admire herself, the maids “Yeah, I learned that the hard way,” Emma pitied herself.
perfected her look. Hearing a soft knock, one of the maids
“What do you mean?” Rose asked confused.
opened the door, and Emma saw Rose standing in her blue
gown, simpler than Emma's, but elegant enough, with a “I wanted to ask you earlier but I forgot. When I was headed
matching tiara on her head. to the library to search for you, I bumped into her,” admitted
Emma.
“You look beautiful.” Rose said, as she walked in front of
her. And she narrated the whole episode.
“So do you,” smiled Emma. Just when their conversation nished, a boy of her age
approached her.
“Come, everyone's ready.”
“Your Highness.” He bowed and kissed Rose's hand.
Emma wore her sandals and took her sister's hand in hers,
as they headed towards the ballroom. “Trystan, I've told you so many times. Please stop calling
me that,” Rose smiled, annoyingly.
Emma was anxious to meet everyone.
The boy giggled and turned towards Emma.
She met her parents at the top of the stairs leading to the
ballroom. “Emma, this is Trystan, your cousin brother,” Rose said, as
Trystan bowed to Emma.
Her father smiled at her, and placed a kiss on her and Rose's
forehead. “At last! I have someone of my age now,” Trystan said,
merrily.
They descended the stairs together, with the King and
Queen in front and Emma and Rose following right behind. “I'll leave you two, then. Enjoy your evening,” Rose said,
Everyone in the room faced them and broke into a murmur. and left to attend to the King who had called her.
They went to their seats and stood there. “Do you want to dance?” asked Trystan.
“People of Endornia, may I present to you, Princess Emma, “Well, I'm not an expert,” said Emma.
second to the throne of Endornia.” “I insist,” said Trystan, with a smile.
The crowd broke into applause. “Do I have a choice then?” Emma returned the smile.
Emma bowed to the crowd but her mind was lost on the last Trystan laughed at her humour, and taking her by the hand,
line said by her father. led her to the centre of the ballroom. The rhythm of the music
“Second to the throne of Endornia! Will I have to be a changed as Emma swayed gently in Trystan's arms. She twirled
Queen someday?” thought Emma. “Of course I will have to rule in the gown, just as she had imagined earlier. Soon the music
this kingdom, since my father is the King. How stupid of me to ended and they stopped dancing.
even doubt this statement” she chided herself. Suddenly, Emma heard the most horrible cry followed by a
But still she felt that it was going to be a huge responsibility. roar. Everyone in the room froze in their places.
She shifted that thought away and tried to look calm. In a fraction of a second, the wall towards the garden burst
Her father took a small, purple tiara from one of the open and a giant dragon entered the room.
ministers, and turned towards her. Emma was too shocked to move, but Trystan grabbed her
She bowed her head, and he placed the diadem on her head. by the hand, and ran towards the main gate of the castle. Emma
stopped abruptly.
She rose and smiled at her father, and then turned towards
the crowd. “What?!” asked Trystan, frustrated.
“Daughter of King Rafeal and Queen Aurora, Princess “My parents and Rose are still in there! I cannot leave
Emma of Endornia,” announced the King. them,” said Emma.
The crowd cheered in response. “Emma!”
The next few hours ew by like the wind. Emma was so She spun around at the familiar voice only to nd her
happy. It really was her best birthday ever. She met many new parents and Rose running towards her.
57 | OCTOBER 2018
The Knight of Endornia
Her father held her by the shoulders, and said, Trystan caught her tightly by the arm, so tight that it hurt.
“Listen to me carefully, Princess. You have to go with And together they ran. Emma struggled to keep pace, but kept
Trystan to a safe place. We've been expecting this attack…” on moving.
They approached the stables and Trystan took a saddled jet
black stallion and helped Emma mount it. He jumped in front of
her and kicked the horse hard enough for him to gallop as fast as
"Listen to me carefully, the wind.
Princess. You have to go “Hold on!” Trystan shouted, as Emma started to slip from
the saddle.
with Trystan to a safe place. “It's going to run faster!”
We’ve been expecting this The wind whipped Emma's face and hair. She hung on to
Trystan's waist for dear life.
attack…"
The ride felt like hours.
Finally, the wind slapping her face slowed into a calming
“But I don't want to leave you guys behind,” she replied, breeze. She was nearly asleep on Trystan's back when the horse
and paused. “By saying you have been expecting this attack, do stopped.
you mean it is happening because of me?” “Where are we?” Emma asked, as she scanned the area.
“I'm sorry Emma, there's very little time to explain The forest they were running through was left far behind
everything.” them, and in front stood a long, old gate.
There was a loud BOOM! “It's your grandmother's house,” replied Trystan.
Her mother came in front of her, and kissed her forehead. Emma was surprised. So apparently she had a
“Go!” she said. grandmother, living in the castle that stood in front of her.
OCTOBER 2018 | 58
The Knight of Endornia
Before she could ask further questions, the gate opened by itself “You can ask me anything you want. After yesterday's
and they proceeded inside. incident, you have the right to know everything.”
She got off the horse, half asleep, and followed the servants “Umm, why did the dragon attack the palace yesterday?”
that led her to a room. “Okay, that question has a very big answer. Let's start from
She was so tired she didn't even realize that Trystan wasn't the beginning. There are seven kingdoms, like Endornia, all
near her. But she was too exhausted to nd out where he was, over the world. The nearest to Endornia is Avalon. Well, you see
nor did she realize that she was still in her purple gown. As she the bond between them is not that good. The king of Avalon is
was shown to her room, she didn't even bother to change, and very jealous of your father's kindness and the way he handles
collapsed on the comfortable bed. the kingdom. But during a war, the king of Avalon had saved
–— your father's life unintentionally, so that he could win the war,
She woke up with sunlight streaming from the windows and to repay his kindness, your father had asked for anything the
into her room. As she blinked her eyes open, the last day's events king wanted.
came ashing back. Her parents were the King and Queen of the “The king smartly asked for the throne of Endornia, but
magical kingdom of Endornia. She was the second heir to the your father was no less intelligent. He agreed on one condition,
throne, and she escaped with Trystan on the back of a horse to that as long as his heirs are alive and he himself is alive, the King
her grandmother's castle. of Avlon will not get the throne. That settled the matter
Wait, where was Trystan? temporarily, but your father then realized the mistake he had
made. He had put you and your sister's life in danger.”
She got out of bed and surveyed the room.
“So, that dragon had actually come to kill me and Rose,”
There was a bathroom, a closet with a warrior's battle attire,
murmured Emma.
and a full-length mirror.
“And your father. Dragons are vicious creatures,''
She cleaned herself, and wore the dress that was kept in the
continued her grandmother.
closet. They tted her perfectly. She pulled her hair into a high
ponytail, and left the room. Two guards were positioned right “Okay, another question, where is my family right now?”
outside her door. asked Emma.
“Princess, you are expected to go to the dining hall,” said She'd been worried about them.
one of the guards. “Oh! What timing. They are right behind you.”
“And where exactly am I going to nd that?” asked Emma. Emma turned around.
“Follow me, Princess,” said the guard, with a hint of a Seeing her family, she rushed towards them and hugged
smile. them.
She did as she was told, and followed him to the dining hall. “I was so concerned about you all,” she said.
There was a long table in middle of the room with all seats “It is yourself you should be worried about,” said Rose.
occupied except for one. Her mother shushed Rose.
Everyone stared at her. “It's okay, Mom, I know everything. Grandma told me,”
She stood transxed. Emma said.
“Princess Emma,” said the woman sitting at the head of the After her family got cleaned up and ready, Emma followed
long table. She looked to be in her sixties. It was her them towards the empty ground where soldiers and mages
grandmother. practised.
“Please take a seat.” Her grandmother was waiting for them.
She took the only seat that was left, next to Trystan. “After yesterday's attack, your father realized that it is
“Hi,” he said. important that you know how to defend yourself when there is
no one around to save you,” said her grandmother to Emma,
“Hello,” replied Emma.
while her family went to relax in a nearby tent.
“Welcome to Endornia. Please eat rst. I know you might –—
be famished,” continued her grandmother.
The rest of the week ew by, and Emma became stronger
Emma really was ravenous. day by day. She learned magical skills from her grandmother,
They ate in silence, and after everyone had left the room, while a female soldier, Penelope, taught her the art of combat.
Emma's grandmother led her towards the garden. Her day was full of activities – she didn't have time for herself.
“You might be having a million questions in your mind She woke up early and went jogging with Penelope. She
right now, I'm sure,” said her grandmother. returned ravenous and ate a very heavy breakfast. This was
“More than a million,” admitted Emma. followed by a session to enhance her magical skills with her
59 | OCTOBER 2018
The Knight of Endornia
grandmother. Then she practised the art of defending and Emma didn't like that thought, but being with her family
ghting with Penelope. After lunch, was her favourite and knowing they were safe made her feel relieved.
part—studying politics in the library, with Rose and her father. –—
Soon after nishing her dinner, she would return to her room and Not long after they had returned to their castle, they came to
go into hibernation. know the truth.
All this while, Emma had been wondering where Trystan Lady Leticia and Trystan had been the spies for Avalon.
was. She hadn't seen her since the morning she met her They were the ones who kept informing the enemy king of all
grandmother. And no one knew about his whereabouts. the movements of Emma's family.
–—
Emma had saved her kingdom and her people from the
One morning, when she was doing her usual rounds with attack. For this act of bravery, she was knighted and soon came
Penelope through the safe parts of the forests , an arrow zipped to be known as the Knight of Endornia.
past her head and she ducked, in time.
An attack! –—
She ran with Penelope to warn everyone. She was
instructed of what to do in case of an attack like this and thanked
her father silently. An army of enemy soldiers came rushing
from the side of the forest. Thankfully everyone was safe inside ABOUT THE AUTHOR
the palace and ready for them. Their own army rushed out of the
castle, and in no time the enemy soldiers started falling. The few Vidhi Bhanushali is a student of eighth grade at Pawar
that were left just ed. Public School (Bhandup). A big Harry Potter fan, she loves
–— reading ction and listening to music. Residing in Mumbai
When the enemy soldiers were gone and the attack stopped, with her family, she dreams of becoming an author.
Emma was dragged inside by Penelope and Rose, who told her
that it was very risky of her to stand guard.
Order at:sarlapublications.com
Also available on
OCTOBER 2018 | 60
SOHINEE READS
& REVIEWS
BY
SOHINEE DEY
Tied to Deceit
by Neena H. Brar
Pages: 328
Publisher: Penguide Books
Publication Date: 4 August, 2018
Genre: Fiction/Mystery/Thriller
61 | OCTOBER 2018
Sohinee Reads and Reviews
to be sneaky. actions and thoughts. Gayatri was very well structured. Her
Tied to Deceit is a very well-written book. For a debut author, character was one of the truest to life — wasn't too exaggerated,
Neena has done an excellent job with the language. I don't get to yet enough to tell that she is human and not a doll.
say this often but Neena's writing style is truly commendable. Unlike in other mystery novels, where the emotions of the
She has a very good command over the language and knows characters aren't highlighted much, Neena made sure to show
how to string words without making the sentences appear her characters' emotions whole-heartedly. I could connect with
ostentatious. the characters, feel what they were going through and it was an
There's a lot of character detailing in the book. If I look at it from amazing experience.
a literary perspective, the minute details about the characters Tied to Deceit is denitely a character-driven book rather than a
really works well, but if I consider the murder mystery plot, I plot-driven one, considering its genre, not that I am
think describing the characters a bit too much hampered the complaining.
ow of the story. Don't get me wrong, I loved each and every
character, as they were so well-developed but since the book is a
murder mystery, I think the pace is also a very important factor. Final Thoughts
The book lagged in terms of a constant and smooth pace, which The book is really compact in its composition. The narration is
did hinder the overall ow of the story. precise. The scenes are well-described. All in all, the volume left
All the characters are awed and no one is shown to be a positive impact on me, which translates to…I loved it. Except
extremely good or bad (except for Devika). Readers will nd for the pace being a tad slow and the character descriptions
themselves in a constant dilemma as to whether they should being a little heavy, I enjoyed everything about the book.
sympathise with a particular character or be angered by their Recommended to mystery and crime-ction lovers.
actions. The characters always kept me on my toes with their
–—
Genre: Non-Fiction/Self-Help
OCTOBER 2018 | 62
Sohinee Reads and Reviews
of her life. The Do-It-Yourself chapters help us analyse who we have read. There were a few errors here and there but they can be
are and what's our purpose in life but they are presented in a very easily overlooked.
informal way.
The language is very simple and the author has approached the Final Thoughts
narrative in a very friendly manner. She jokes, quotes some of
her thoughts which are very relatable but never really preaches I am so happy that I nally read this book. I had delayed reading
to the readers about what they should do and that's what I felt it for so long because of the genre, but nally when I picked it
was the biggest plus point of the book. She shows us how to do it up, boy, was it good!
and what could be done to make our life more meaningful. If you are someone like me who doesn't like self-help books or
The title of the book is very quirky but it ts perfectly with the think that they have the same old advices to offer, I recommend
content and the theme of the book. The writing style is very you pick this book. You won't be disappointed.
casual and it felt as if I am listening to a friend talking to me.
I really loved this book given that I had decided to not read any
more self-help books. These 190 something pages left more of a
positive impact on me than any other books of this genre that I
–—
63 | OCTOBER 2018
Sarla Publications, Shimla
Publishing Books on Himachal since 1998
Order at : www.sarlapublications.com
A V A I L A B L E O N :