What the Brain Thinks

Prescript:  This is the fourth part in The Series . Enjoy. The journey had been a long one. Vishnu had nothing to eat from the time he had left home surviving on a single bottle of water shared among the 5 children. The entire journey none of the kids spoke to one another. Vishnu would have interacted if not for the other kids resentment when he tried to speak to them. And so they spent the entire journey in a silence amidst the cacophony of the other commuters. It was the next day that Akbar led them out of the train onto a platform where he had been kind enough to offer a vada-pav to every kid. All of them devoured the snack in no time. After waiting at the platform for well over half an hour there came a man who started conversing with Akbar, 'Hey Akbar-miyan, you guys are early. Waiting long?' To which Akbar replied, 'We aren't early, you are late Amar. There are five here. Lets go.' 'Five!!', Amar exclaimed, 'The deal was for four.

Prescript: This is the third part in  The Series . Sincere apologies for this delayed post. I have been lazy to write recently, hopefully the next part will come in a week ;) Read the previous part Here or enjoy the Previous Series . The day dawned along with Vishal. He could see Kishore flat on the floor in the other corner of the room while an empty glass lay next to him. The room reeked of alcohol. The door had been left ajar. Vishal wanted to flee but the fear of the unknown had stopped him from doing so. The only person he knew in this strange city was Uncle Kishore whom father had trusted, so he ought to do the same - he thought. The small hole in the roof let in a beam of light that hit Kishore on the face. The sudden light on the face had shook Kishore out of his drunk slumber. He woke and checked the small clock on the wall. It was half past ten and Vishal was sitting crouched on the bed. Kishore rubbed his face and straightened himself. 'Come. Lets go. We are al

Prescript: This is the second part in the new series. If you missed the part 1 read it here: The Huge Step It was late in the evening when Vishal and Kishore rode in the city. The street lights and all the hustle-bustle this late was new for Vishal. Back in his village the meager crowd that gathered round the market chowk in the evening would disperse with the sun. Street-lights were a novelty to him. He wondered how people could afford to waste electricity on the roads? Back home there were 2 bulbs that would light-up the 2 important rooms - the main room and the kitchen. Even then they were not reliable and had to depend on oil lamps for half the nights of a week. Hope was creeping in his heart - maybe father was right about me going to city. I can earn and then get mother and father to see the city. Someday we will have a home here.   Kishore had also been good to him. On their way to the city, they'd halted at a tea stall. Uncle Kishore had asked him if he'd lik

It was noon, the summer sun was blazing, no soul could be seen on the dusty road except for Vishal rolling an old cycle tyre with a tattered wooden foot scale. On a normal day Vishal would be on the fields with his father but today father decided to take a day off and this had given Vishal time to practice for the upcoming tyre race. Being short and wiry in stature Vishal always ended up last or was pushed down by the other boys. His only shot at winning was to be fast and skilled with balancing the tyre and for that he needed to practice. An year ago he got to practice his skills on his way to school-and-back but one day father came in with a worried face and announced that Vishal will not go to school anymore and will help him in the fields. There was no opposing father and so his fate was sealed to the life in the fields until today. As Vishal was playing on the road in front of his shoddy house, from far came a man riding a motorbike on the same road. The bike went passed Vis

Classes - the ultimate factor of division of the masses on this planet. Whatever continent, country or region one may reside in the idea of classes exists. You may deny it but unconsciously you are always judging a fellow human on the basis of his/her class, especially the finances. Every habitat (may/may not include the Sentinelese people) broadly classifies their citizens on the basis of finances. The governments may tell you that the classifications are meant only for managing the resources but on a individual level each one judges, including those working for the governments. Oh! Looks like I have deviated from the intent of this post. Don't worry this post is not meant to judge the people who judge others (else we would all be like dogs chasing their own tails). So the society is divided (in terms of finances) into three major classes - Upper, Middle and Lower. How do you identify which class you belong to? Well that's simple, your lifestyle, income and a quick g

He lay there, blood spewing from the numerous wounds, unable to move any muscle, wishing for his brothers to come and take him home but then the fear of spending the rest of his life in a vegetative state made him wish for death instead. He'd lay in the middle of the battle helplessly watching bullets leave its shell trying to find its mark on the other side. His memories went back to the days when he decided to join the army - It was early 2019 when a suicide bomber had killed 37+ CRPF personnel among whom was his brother - Sanju. The news of Sanju's martyrdom was a shock to the family and to add to this grief he had announced that he -Manju - would join the army to avenge Sanju. And so after completing his bachelors degree that year Manju had enrolled for military services. The suicide bombing by a terrorist organisation had deteriorated the peace talks between the political leaders of India and Pakistan. India blamed Pakistan for giving refuge to the terrorists, w