This is my second attempt on creative writing. I don't write much because I don't get to write much. Well, I once signed up for a writers meet in my city. The primary reason to sign in for the meet was that I had a hope that there would be avalanche while I would be in the meet, and then become people's messiah by saving their lives and one girl whom I saved in the process would look at me like Jane looks at Thor, and I would accidentally land in her coffee shop for coffee and fall in love, 'accidentally'. As Morgan Freeman says, hope is a good thing and no good thing ever dies.
So, as soon as the above dream was shattered with a loud call for me to fill every little container with water as there would be no water supply for the next two days, I woke up. Completing all my chores, I was ready for the meet. I started from my place at 9 am as Brad Pitt, half an hour travelling to the location and another 30 minutes in the traffic. I never forget mentioning the sun, because I live in Chennai. By the time I reach the venue, Bam! I am Morgan Freeman.
At the meet, we were given a topic and asked to write down anything that comes to our mind in any genre. Because I was busy playing Pokemon Go, I missed the topic announcement and all I could hear was 'Karma'. A bare chest picture of Jacky Shroff from the movie 'Karma' flashed and I did my best to focus. I decided to write something related to Karma. How Karma is the ultimate decision maker. Here's what I scribbled about an event I recalled.
I once had an awkward glance at a cockroach with a diaper. I started wondering whether the cockroach had borrowed the shrink ray from the minions to adjust the diaper to its size. I suddenly realized that the cockroach was staring at me from the sink with its antennas fluttering as if asking me for a duet. Was I afraid? No. I quickly poured a bucket full of water to drown that cockroach because I wasn't afraid of it. Like how Jerry would grasp the last strand of grass during a storm, that cockroach held up to something and did not give up. I then realized that it had come to its farm house, in the newly installed sink pipe, away from the hectic schedule of the cockroach world. I had basically ruined that cockroach's holiday. That was too bad ruining someone's holiday for a person who spends first half of a Sunday deciding which place to visit and the second half cursing Monday. The inside picture for cursing Monday is when you curse Monday, people think you work hard. This is where Karma comes into action. I could picturize Karma writing the event down in his notebook.
Time flew by as I cursed every Monday to have a hallucination of me working hard. One particular Wednesday, I had a Deja Vu with the same cockroach, at a different sink. I was sure that it was the same cockroach, because I remember that scar on its face. I guess the cockroach got that scar from a fight club or something. There was rage in its eyes with antennas fluttering in the same fashion as earlier. In the next few days, I stumbled upon that cockroach everywhere in the house. I could definitely say that it was keeping a watch on my activities for he had to avenge me for that deed. I hired the services of my detective friend, fondly called Babu. He confirmed that I was being watched. By this day, the cockroach would have been aware of my love for the adrak waali chai.
One fine day, I woke up and My phone slept off, it wasn't charged. This was a bad omen. My adrak waali chai was served, the aroma of which charged me up, if not my phone.
I was resting by the window on the sofa with one leg on the window and another one folded in such a fashion, it looked like a knot in itself, a simpler one though. As I turned my head towards the window, I saw that cockroach staring at me in the eye. Only later I realized that its other eye was dead struck on my Chai. I knew it would try to ruin the Chai. I moved away from him and it followed me. By the time I could realize that it could fly, the cockroach jumped with the wind giving the cockroach a head start. I moved the cup away from the cockroach after calculating the velocity of the jump, the speed of the wind and the distance between the cup and the cockroach. Me and math could never make peace. I was definitely bad at math and surprisingly, the cockroach wasn't. It landed directly into the tea cup. By the time I had stopped cursing myself for not taking math seriously in school, the cockroach had already performed two back strokes, one butterfly stroke and one side stroke. I Strongly believe he would have been the Michael Phelps of the cockroach realm.
So, as soon as the above dream was shattered with a loud call for me to fill every little container with water as there would be no water supply for the next two days, I woke up. Completing all my chores, I was ready for the meet. I started from my place at 9 am as Brad Pitt, half an hour travelling to the location and another 30 minutes in the traffic. I never forget mentioning the sun, because I live in Chennai. By the time I reach the venue, Bam! I am Morgan Freeman.
At the meet, we were given a topic and asked to write down anything that comes to our mind in any genre. Because I was busy playing Pokemon Go, I missed the topic announcement and all I could hear was 'Karma'. A bare chest picture of Jacky Shroff from the movie 'Karma' flashed and I did my best to focus. I decided to write something related to Karma. How Karma is the ultimate decision maker. Here's what I scribbled about an event I recalled.
I once had an awkward glance at a cockroach with a diaper. I started wondering whether the cockroach had borrowed the shrink ray from the minions to adjust the diaper to its size. I suddenly realized that the cockroach was staring at me from the sink with its antennas fluttering as if asking me for a duet. Was I afraid? No. I quickly poured a bucket full of water to drown that cockroach because I wasn't afraid of it. Like how Jerry would grasp the last strand of grass during a storm, that cockroach held up to something and did not give up. I then realized that it had come to its farm house, in the newly installed sink pipe, away from the hectic schedule of the cockroach world. I had basically ruined that cockroach's holiday. That was too bad ruining someone's holiday for a person who spends first half of a Sunday deciding which place to visit and the second half cursing Monday. The inside picture for cursing Monday is when you curse Monday, people think you work hard. This is where Karma comes into action. I could picturize Karma writing the event down in his notebook.
Time flew by as I cursed every Monday to have a hallucination of me working hard. One particular Wednesday, I had a Deja Vu with the same cockroach, at a different sink. I was sure that it was the same cockroach, because I remember that scar on its face. I guess the cockroach got that scar from a fight club or something. There was rage in its eyes with antennas fluttering in the same fashion as earlier. In the next few days, I stumbled upon that cockroach everywhere in the house. I could definitely say that it was keeping a watch on my activities for he had to avenge me for that deed. I hired the services of my detective friend, fondly called Babu. He confirmed that I was being watched. By this day, the cockroach would have been aware of my love for the adrak waali chai.
One fine day, I woke up and My phone slept off, it wasn't charged. This was a bad omen. My adrak waali chai was served, the aroma of which charged me up, if not my phone.
I was resting by the window on the sofa with one leg on the window and another one folded in such a fashion, it looked like a knot in itself, a simpler one though. As I turned my head towards the window, I saw that cockroach staring at me in the eye. Only later I realized that its other eye was dead struck on my Chai. I knew it would try to ruin the Chai. I moved away from him and it followed me. By the time I could realize that it could fly, the cockroach jumped with the wind giving the cockroach a head start. I moved the cup away from the cockroach after calculating the velocity of the jump, the speed of the wind and the distance between the cup and the cockroach. Me and math could never make peace. I was definitely bad at math and surprisingly, the cockroach wasn't. It landed directly into the tea cup. By the time I had stopped cursing myself for not taking math seriously in school, the cockroach had already performed two back strokes, one butterfly stroke and one side stroke. I Strongly believe he would have been the Michael Phelps of the cockroach realm.
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