Saturday, February 28, 2009


People. We would have met many people in many different characters. But we never spent time to think about their characters in depth. See these na.

A) "Am a person who 'll get more anger. you know. Am very angry now." A type.

B) "See i told everything to you very frankly. Know why? Only cuz am a frankly speaking person. I won't have anything in my heart. You too tell me your secrets" A type.

C) "Am not like how you are thinking or like others. Actually am very different". A type.

D) " I won't admire girls. I never described their rosy lips or hip's bend or structure or color or size, like others. I wanna behave decently" A type.

E) "I love music a lot. I cannot live without music. I don't know why ARR couldn get Telugu film fare award though got Academy award. If he works harder, he might get in future" A type.

F) "Time is very precious. No one should waste time in their life.We won't get those wasted minutes back. After all we are here to achieve our aims. Every one has their destiny. They should work for it. Its really stupid to waste tie in unwanted speeches. OK. Stop talking now and start with your works. Dont waste time." A type.

G) "I know more about this world than that fat guy. I think he is an illiterate, behaving very cheaply. How can he speak at my back??" A type.

Yes. People are many. We can see comical characters in every person. Especially in every serious person. Sure to get smile in our face when we think them in depth!!!

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Inverted stroy. Part - 2

The next day, I was at Palm park, under the same palm tree. But I could count four legs that time. Ana was there with me, engaged in same horny palm park's activity. I am no man from mars. Weeks passed. I feared my nightmares might turn true. She started freaking out with Doctor often. I was dumb seeing her with him. Couldn’t question her about her behavior. As i feared, Doctor took her to palm park, and she returned wet. Yes I mean.

Never joined my lid, that night. My eyes were spitting on my cheeks, thinking over her ill behavior. It was twelve noon when I got up the next day. Couldn’t move my hand, sprain I guess. “Wasn’t I sleeping?” I doubted.

I was disturbed mentally. I rushed to her room to warn her. Found her red and dead. She must be killed, by a man with a deranged mind. I wondered, seeing my shirt with bloodstains. Tried a lot to come out of my dream. Not a dream, i realized.
" Hey am no fucking insane"; " I wouldn't have tore her".
Her death was very similar to her mom's. " I hate her mom. but i know i didn't kill her".
Saw my (Dutch)knife next to my Ana. My nightmares were no more just nightmares.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Inverted story - Part 1

No guy can die before getting cheated. "Ur blabberings are endless. What a stupid creation by god" my mate’s common punch. My mind state was too abnormal that day, in a Palm park, under a palm tree. Really in a drunken mood. I counted four legs under every single palm tree. But I resembled palm tree. No beast next to me, as palm hasn’t got branches. Heard heavy breathings and pain screams from every tree except mine. Smell of flirtatiousness everywhere. I was thirsty. Rather I call it as gory. Yes I mean.

Guys are insane from girl’s sight. I know it’s absurd. "I really love you" is the most stinking lie I ever heard, if my wife pronounce it. Yes. Ana was totally cheating me. She lost her mom at 17. She was murdered by a man with a deranged mind. She was the costliest product of night market. Ana inhabits her mom's character I feared. It was so weird. Covertly speaking female. I hate flirts. And she was one of them. I loved her a lot as my mind induced me to believe her. It was my innocence. Rather my fucking stupidity.

My doubts on Ana was increasing. The same day, I saw Ana blending with Doctor next home. I unwillingly drenched her with blood. My costly dutch knife turned red. "Sorry Ana, I lost ma control" . " Ure insaiinee" She met her end. She shouldn’t have followed her mom. My terrible Nightmare. She can't be bad, I predicted.. cont.