Kakababu

A rough sketch on Mr. Raja RoyChoudhary, and his accompanist Santu.

Last night I dreamt I was back in the cemetery again. This time, I saw an obelisk coming towards me, slowly, matching up with the surrounding: dark, gloomy and foggy. I couldn’t see anything written until it came almost 2m away from me. Actually I was standing still, my cold feet were almost senseless. Only when I looked on the ground, I realized that I was actually skidding over the dead leaves.
The tombstone stood just a foot away from me then. I read the name. below it was written “The curse of black blood begins”, in red blood, which slowly turned black, and then…………
I sprang up from the bed so vigorously that my blanket flew and fell just above my younger brother, who I think just woke up from his sleep.
“Very funny!,” my brother said, rather not enjoying what I did.
“Bad dream.” I said.
“What? Me too! A bad dream! But I didn’t wake up like you, like a blast in the bed!” My brother was more courageous than me.
“Come on, get ready,” said my mother, “we are going to the cemetery.”
“Now who wants to visit the cemetery?” I asked.
“I do,” said my brother, “I have never seen one. Don’t worry, ghosts seldom come at daylight!”
“Oh, shut up!”

We reached the cemetery almost 20 minutes later. I took my camera with me. It was situated for away from the city, and looked more like a jungle.
My brother led the way first, bravely, wearing a green T-shirt, and carrying a stick. After exploring, I suddenly saw the obelisk, the same obelisk that I saw in my dream.

My parents were almost 20 yards behind me, and my brother went away to visit another grave. I went towards it when suddenly, with a thud, the whole sky went black. It was as if I was back at my dream again, then some black blood oozed out of the Obelisk.

I did not wait to see the actions further, as I felt footsteps coming towards me. In an instant, I turned back and saw the deformed body of a ghost. The camera shutter got accidently clicked, the zombie was startled, and I ran away. After crossing a particular tree, like a Flash, the daylight came back, and the light was so brilliant, that I fainted.

The next thing I remember, I again came back to the bed in my home. No one was with me. May be they were in the drawing. The camera was right at the top of the table beside me. I wanted to see the Zombie properly, as in the cemetery, I only saw or perceived the Zombie.

When I opened the album of my digital camera, I saw half of the torso of and the deformed hand and I was horrified to see that it was wearing a green T-Shirt, half-torn.
The same that my brother wore.

One day I suddenly recalled that I am to buy a book for tomorrow’s class, so I went to my mother and asked her whether I could go or not. As expected, she started saying and scolding me by saying that I couldn’t remember anything related to studies, all I do is just to play games, think about movies, ............................(blah blah blah!)
I went to the book store which at a walkable, yet little far away house. Its the biggest book store in our locality, so a long queue is what you would expect if you are not a fool. I reached there at 8:30 pm and it almost took 30 minutes or so that the queue in front of me shortened. Still there was only a person keeping me away from the book counter, when suddenly a man out of nowhere came in front of all of us, and started talking to the cashier
“Hey, you forgot to pay me the 50 rupees note,”
“I bet I gave that to you sir!”
“NONSENSE! How could you speak to a customer like that?”, he started yelling.
Hearing this, the owner of the shop came rushing and started scolding the shopkeeper at the cashier booth, and almost everyone present started to search for his 50 rupees note, when suddenly, the person, I don’t know why, while taking out the wallet, came and fell on the floor which the others were trying to find in some odd places, and some even went to the streets! The cursed 50 rupees note.
Taking up the note, the unknown now well known customer sheepishly replied “I am sorry, but you should have still reminded me about the money the moment you gave me.” Saying this, he hastily went off, ass the second clause that he added next to his first made all the other customer to give him an angry look. I was only a silent observer.
The shopkeeper and the cashier both stood dumbstruck, staring at the door through which he went out, and I stared at the clock. Exactly after 4 seconds, the cashier started resuming his work, and the shopkeeper occupied his seat.
My turn for ordering came soon, and all the other went up to the second queue, due to the horror of losing notes I presume. Its closing time and we were the last customers, and me the last and only of this queue.
I went up to the cashier and started a chat, saying “such a forgetful mind really puts up trouble not only for him, but for others besides him too!”
“Yeah of course!” said the cashier, “and we have to bear all the consequences, as you have seen, the owner started scolding me!”
“Inferiors are often victim to such accuses, no offence brother!”
“Oh! None taken. But its really true. You know what happened just a month ago? I went to a police station to accompany my friend to complaint about some affair, when suddenly, a man came almost crying, and started ordered almost all havilders to start for searching his mobile phone, which he lost at some market. After the chief inspector made him understand the rule of a police station, after many attempts, he agreed to file an FIR. He repeatedly said that its an android phone with some screen i didn’t understand these at all. After filing the official complaint, he was going out when suddenly a ringtone came, and all the police searched their pockets, and then suddenly they turned towards the crying man, who hastily searched his bag, peered into it with his big eyes, and then took a 180 degree turn and ran away!”
“Such forgetful man should be punished.” I said and bidding him good bye, I came out of the store.
I was busy the whole way thinking about such persons. Really such persons cause a havoc over the country. And roaming over many thoughts, suddenly I remembered a crucial thought which I should have remembered before.
I myself forgot to bring the books!

EXAM WARS

Coming to the hall
Seeing the paper
taking the pen
Our men are ready here

The bell shouts so,
The teachers signal go,
And then all start to fire
In the war of theirs!

They write on the paper
which is their enemy
The pen is the only gun
Firing inks, while the mind is thinking.

And they just say,
time and Tide waits for none,
But I guess even they would pity and wait,
If they saw the rush of some.

But there is nothing to do,
Time takes paper's side
Sweat drops from serious warriors
Others keep their feelings to hide

In some cases, the guns run off ammo,
They either change guns, or ink magazines,
But doing so, time gets upper hand,
And witty students change their stratigies.

Finding way through the questions,
Jumping from paragraphs,
Crossing MCQ Minefields,
Still they cant easily get past.

Some soldiers take help from others,
most exchange their stratigies, others steal it,
Then the teacher comes near with a red gun,
Soldiers retreat the cheating stratigy!

At the end, time is totally finished up,
Some let the paper spare, others totally vanquish it,
All the soldiers, tired after completing,
Pass or fail, they are happy, because they did it!

What a strange thing,
When the rain strikes the ground
Spontaeneous flow of feelings
And pleasure are rebound.

The silent plattering,
Chatters in our ear,
Yet some ignore it,
While some has time to spare.

Its the only moment
Where sky with us talks
Tells us about the journey of the clouds
And winds; while they themselves walk.

I hear them speechless,
Bound by the sound,
Simply sound may be, even I dont knw,
What makes me to them so profound!!!!!!!

"Hey there, can you tell me the location of Priceton Hotel?"
"Of course sire, its right just top o that tilla!"
Ravin Rathod, a bachelor of 27, came all alone to Shimla, to have a tour, because of the busy office days he was having. He just arrived Shimla on the interstate bus service, and is now looking for.the hotel he pre booked earlier.
Unlike other people, Ravin was quite different when it comes to tour, except the fact that he tours when he feels bored in his office work. Unlike other, who either travel luxuriously, or saving the pennies, he saved the money on the journey, and spends more, sometimes triple the money saved, in staying in some starred Hotels. It took him 15 minutes to search for this 4 star hotel in the internet, which had a room vaccant for him.
Hes started climbing up, and soon enough, he reached the hotel reception.
"How can I help u sir?" asked the receptionist, the phrase we hear often in eiher hotels, large shops, or banks.
"My name is Ravin Rathod, I hv a pre booked a room."
After some sounds of key bein pressed at the keyboard, the receptionist called out a man short in size, wearing a strange colourful uniform, and told him to carry the luggage to room 320.
After they both reached the room, the waiter gavea slight cough an put forward his hand towards Ravin. Experienced as he was, he took out some money, and handed it over to he waiter. Then he said " Sir, I tell you for your own good, dont go in front of the room 322!"
"Why?" asked Ravin.
"Just telling you sir, dont go near!" he said, and the walked away. "Must be mad, or that tourist has some privacy prob. Either way, none o my business", said Ravin to himself, and got in the room.
After having a brief walk, Ravin had just returned to his room when he started to hear some faint noises. He wanted to Investigate, and he found out to his horror, that the nois was coming from the room 322!
He went forward and tried to see through the keyhole. He saw that there was a strange red aura in the room, along with some smoke. The rest of the furniures were intact.
Suddenly, he had a intutic feeling that he person inside was coming towards the door. He stepped back. The sound stopped. He waited for sometime, and came back to his room.
"Must be smoking, But why the red aura?", Ravin thought.
As h was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make out what he saw, and tried to sleep.
Then at late night, he got up from his bed. He saw the clock. It was 2:30. Sleep barely came in the night. Wih his sleepy eyes, he came out of his room, again tried to see through the keyhole. This time he saw flat red.
Ravin felt guilty. He thought that the person got aware of his activities and put a red tape on the keyhole.
The next morning, aftter collecting all the littl segments of sleeps he could get, with a heavy head, went to the receptionist and directly asked the question directly "Whats the matter with room 322?"
"O sir, must be that luggage boy, he goes arround speaking about rumours, while I have seen or heard nothing so far. Actually, there occured a tragic incident. A boy died with the overdose of a strange drug, I hvnt heard any of such kind of the drug name what the police said. The eyes of the addict was pure red, so red, that the eyeballs couldnt be distinguished from the retina!"

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My first Video

Paralyzed by maths,
I am lost in my book jungle
and outside ,
looks like rain
For the last time, I think and try to
write something,
And nothing I could ever write, will help
neither you understand this life,
nor me.
i stepped out to the balcony
unlike i expected
There's not so much beauty outside, in the
lonely nights,
and the stars
lay lost in all the city lights
The moon cant shed its milky light,
pure Nature
is lost.
city lights brighten up my sorrow right
now.
I am all alone

A LONELY NIGHT

A lonely night.
In front of me are two physics books, open
Pages fluttering in the windsheers caused by the fan
Two lights, tube lights, are glowing bright white. Mom called once, but didnt bother second time.
Cursing study, I get up, and take the mobile in my hand
Try facebooking, strange, no one is there too!
I had exchange of ideas some hours ago with a very learned friend of mine,
Now all is empty, all are sleeping.
Guess its a lonely night.
I walk outside, grab hold the guard railings of my balcony, to grasp a view of nature
Even strange, the moon didnt bother today giving me a visit. I was feeling like the vast black sky, with white glittering spots, will swallow me into emptiness just now!
I wanted to get away, fly in the nature, but a second thought suddenly swallowed all the previous, pulling me back.
I hate society, but it pulled my thoughts back, I dont know why
I feel like a mouse being played by the cat just before its supper!
I stand in a state of mind which is almost void of anything.
The emptiness, loneliness, playing hide and seek in mt brains.
Then aftr 2 mins, I remembered I have exam tommortow.
Cursing my studies again, I sit back to study,
Befriending my greatest enemy, like a fallen timid king does to his enemy.
I am afraid. Afraid of my future, as my society as injected in me, brainwashed me!
And I again curse study, and start reading physics.

RAIN EPILOGUE

It is the sound
of sky communicating with ground
with the beautiful geminal messengers
on touch spreading message to the
foreigners,
"summer may be ongoing today,
but our day is not far away!"
and with this, they go on away with the
air,
or stay on the foreign land until they
complete their fare.

THE BONSAI TREE

A gardener made some of his time free,
Decided to parent a plant for a mini tree.

He chose the healthiest among the nursery,
Planted carefully the sapling,
Knew the perfect ways, had perfect skills,
yet sometimes took help for crafting.

Cutting overgrown roots, wiring branches,
for six months, he tormented the plant,
Yet another six months to perfect it,
He brought it in a shelf which was vacant.

After a year when fruits were seen,
After his proper care and ration,
He was proud of his beautiful work,
Set it up for exhibition.

Behold! There is the beautiful work,
The result of proper look and care,
With nice little fruits, yet unfit to eat,
Stands a tree which is rare.

The gardener got praised, the plant made amazed,
Still the blinds just don't see;
The plant could have grown better, born better fruits,
If it were left as it were to be!