Potentially, a collection of very bad short stories and poems

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24101608052353170822012-01-27T17:05:33.402-08:00Potentially, a collection of very bad short stories and poemsIf you are wondering why "potentially", well that's because this is not a collection yet;)Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-48913306410855354632010-02-02T09:59:00.000-08:002010-03-10T19:13:11.031-08:00The Moment of Inertia (Pennukanal part-2)

“Now, here’s a very interesting question.”“Yes Ram”“The earth rotates around its axis”“Yes…so?”“And it rotates from west to east.”“What’s your question?”“I’m coming to it. Now imagine, all people on earth start walking from west to east”“Okay?”“Here’s the question, listen very carefully. If this goes on for a while - that is, if these people keep walking across the earth as I said, long enough,

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-44493891726947725692009-10-10T07:28:00.000-07:002009-10-10T07:30:57.058-07:00Abhimanyu

My chest is strangled by an unknown pain,My shoulders wilt under a wrenching strainMy horses, they tremble like desolate deers,Amidst a rising mist of fearAt a distance stand the enemy’s line,With rabid tongues and bloody eyes,The rage in their growling spiteful breaths,Stoke a tempest, an arc of deathThe circle of death that none could vanquish,Save son of Kunti, and the Lord himself,Usurp I may

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-5517688740619039912009-09-14T23:24:00.001-07:002009-09-14T23:29:44.953-07:00The circle of life

Through summer, winter and the rainsThe earth has come full circle againThrough mighty storms and savage seasYou’ve seen far lands and war and peaceYour bodies are jaded, and your eyes beg of sleepNot that I miss the sparkle that they keepHere, let's toast to our journeys and take some restAnd wait to watch the reddening westLet’s meet here, set sails at day breakFor tomorrow, we have another

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-24111698839258500092009-09-12T08:57:00.000-07:002009-09-14T23:31:04.613-07:00दस्तक

वोह गलियाँ जाने पहचाने से थे,और वोह दर्द जानी पहचानी सी,दस्तक देता रहा फिर भी,हाँ वोह खामोशी भी पहचानी सी थी...

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-6047403756688532532008-09-27T09:18:00.000-07:002008-09-27T10:45:16.010-07:00The Third Rule

Kevin was still nervous, and his foot trembled a bit as he hit the accelerator, merging the Roadster into the heavy I-95 traffic. He looked up at the afternoon sky through his sunglasses. One of the green sign boards above said “Miami 1000 miles”. “I should be home by daybreak” he thought to himself. Meanwhile, Randolph pushed back the plush seat of the convertible, humming along to the radio,

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-22355353966537811892008-09-07T11:12:00.000-07:002009-09-14T23:32:30.569-07:00The Roadtrip

My first attempt at cartooning.Apparently, has failed miserably, since most people who've seen it are asking me to explain it:)Shamelessly posting it anyway and dedicating this to all the UK Roadtrips with my roommies, and to the countless roundabouts that we circled.

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-31396895964177026532008-02-29T17:11:00.000-08:002009-09-14T23:33:08.403-07:00Pennukanal

"I don’t like this idea…you are asking me to make the most important decision of my life in half an hour. How do you think I can judge anybody in that much time? I cannot do it!”“Oh come on, I don’t understand what the big deal is” The response came almost instantly from the backseat. “You can talk to her and find out if she’s good for you, can’t you? I really like her, she’s pretty, I mean

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-24524518375566831282007-11-23T11:40:00.000-08:002007-11-25T07:20:35.541-08:00The Comeback

30,000 home supporters let out a collective sigh when his name flashed on the giant screen. A swearword escaped his manager’s lips. The coach threw a desperate look about him. The score line read 8-8. It was sudden death, one more goal and they could be in the finals, after twenty-four long years…so near … yet again. No one in the stadium that night really trusted him to win them the game. But

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-68114704603033037492007-11-02T11:19:00.000-07:002007-11-25T07:19:23.782-08:00The gold ring

He looked again closely at the piece of golden metal. His hands were still trembling slightly. Whether it was out of fatigue, fear, or the excitement of the first theft, he didn’t know. He looked around once more to make sure nobody was watching. Somewhere within was a voice that still kept trying to tell him something, he shook his head forcefully as though to make it stop.It was early in the

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-22940178684497536742007-10-05T12:22:00.000-07:002009-09-14T23:33:33.703-07:00The Mosquito and the Yogi

The yogi held his breath with dreadHe knew too well the hum he sensed“Oh no not now!!” he almost begged,As the needle touched down on his noseUpside down in the delicate pose,He tried to stay calm and seek some sense,As a shock spread out from his nose till his toes,And blood oozed out from his throbbing cellsHis limbs held back for his brain’s dictateLike arrows eager to fly off their bowsAs he

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-89543876056586473092007-09-05T09:06:00.000-07:002007-11-25T07:20:03.016-08:00Appu's Onam

The sunlight slipped in through the gaps between the coconut leaves, and made bright little squares and circles on Appu’s face. The early morning sea breeze made them move around. Ammu climbed onto the bed and cuddled up on his stomach with a muffled meow. The neighborhood rooster soon joined the grand conspiracy with a resounding morning cry.Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and rubbed them with

Nithin Rajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16007647956253340118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410160805235317082.post-73770532858480687502007-08-26T05:19:00.001-07:002007-09-01T20:35:48.523-07:00First Rains

He paused as he saw his ugly reflection on the closed windowpane, sighed to himself and moved on. The moon was barely half her full self, but there was enough light for a passer by to notice him (that is if anybody thought of passing by at that hour). Luckily for him, the streetlights were on the other side. He carefully moved behind the heavy branch of the old mango tree, which looked over her

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