Wednesday, November 29, 2006

From the light, into darkness...

Born Stinger goes from this:
to this:

Born Stinger a.k.a. Shrikant Joshi cordially invites you to the house-warming ceremony of his new residence online, 42 Quirks.

The opening ceremony will take place at a time and place convenient to you. The ceremony will be open from morning till night 24/7, 365 days of the year.

Do drop by and bestow your blessings to this humble abode of mine.

To all those of you who patiently waited for me to overcome my laziness: a BIG thank you. To those who didn't/couldn't wait enough: [:P]

Update your book marks!! :D Regards, Shrikant Joshi, a.k.a Born Stinger.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The death of Born Stinger.

...or something to that effect Conversations is gonna get a new address and a brand new identity. I am planning to combine all my existing blogs ( a total of three with four repetitions each) into one single blog across one single domain... And Born Stinger shall then cease to exist. Drop in your comments and I might act horrendously benevolent and 'gift' you the scariest thing you have ever seen. A signed picture of moi. Please note that requests for scary pictures is open now. Early birds get a worm. No, it won't be signed. They are too slippery to sign. So, there.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

The Call - Part IV

The story so far: The coicidences reveal themselves. Turns out he's been talking to the grim reaper all this while. Struggling to get a hold on this revelation, he looks to clarify the situation. But it is difficult to hold a conversation, especially when you don't know who you are talking to. And then there's a knock on the door...
Sandy, his secretary, entered carrying a sheaf of papers, presumably more invoices for him to sign. She was engrossed in the papers. Silently, she approached his table, put the papers in front of him, and stood back and looked at him. And then, she noticed the little drops of perspiration on his fore-head. "Is everything alright, sir? Are you ok?" "Uhh, err.. no. I mean, yes, I am fine. Ummm... well... yeah, I am fine." He signed the papers and gave them back to her. It was an invoice for ordering some equipment. He flicked the thought away from his mind as soon as he registered it. Obviously, there were other more important things to think about." "Sandy, wait." He called back after her. "You didn't, by any chance, hear something strange outside, did you?" She furrowed her brow in thought and replied slowly, "Now that you mention it, I think I heard something." "What? What did you hear?" He almost grabbed her. She was both bewildered and scared by his actions. He realized his foolishness and immediately let her go. Somewhat awkward and frightened, Sandy instinctively took a step back. "I am... I am sorry." He drew a long breath. "What was it that you heard?" He had seen the expression of nervousness and panic beginning to set in on her face. "Umm, well I thought I heard some noises in your room, and..." Sandy "She's right," the voice again. "Did you hear that?" he almost shouted to Sandy. "Hear what?" Sandy asked, with a hint of apprehension and confusion in her voice which had already reached the tremolo point. "C'mon, you think she can hear me? You know what, you gotta start believing in me by now." the voice had a sadistic edge to it. It was as if the entity behind the voice was beginning to enjoy the beginning of an insanity. An insanity for which it was the cause. "No... nothing. Forget it." "Are you sure? Do you want me to get you a doctor or something?" - Sandy again. "No... no... it's fine. I am fine..." he said. "Sir, I think, I should - " "I SAID I AM FINE!! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!" This time he did shout. Sandy looked at him in horror and with her slender little fingers on her mouth hastily stepped out. The office would start buzzing with the news in a short while now. But that was the least of his current concerns. "Tch, tch. You shouldn't have yelled at her like that. Poor thing. She's all shaken up now. Look what you did to her..." And then the walls in front of him dissolved into thin air and he saw a crowd outside, right in front of Sandy's desk. She was sobbing and somebody passed he a Kleenex. She took the Kleenex and continued sobbing. One or two of the other employees, shot curious glances at his cabin door. The other women were trying to cajole her and console her. They tried, at the same time, to coax her to tell them what had happened. And then the opacity of the walls returned and all was as before. He groaned and made for his chair.

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The Call - Part III

The story until now: A bizarre series of coincidences has left him wondering. Apparently, he is not accustomed to things going perfectly well in his life. While he is wondering about these banalities, something strange happens...
Strangely, he remained calm and unperturbed. I can't possibly have heard that, he thought, I must be hallucinating. "No, you're not." Again. The same voice. "Who are you?" His voice betrayed a hint of fear. There was no answer. "Hello?? Are you there?" "Yes. I am here." "But, who are you?" "How does it matter?" "Erm, I think, I need to know who I am talking to, I guess..." "Why?" Beacuse, I can't be talking to a voice, he wanted to say. But he thought better of it and instead said, "It's better that way, I think" "What if I told you I am no one? What if I told you I am simply a voice?" He looked up, startled. Could this thing, this voice, read his mind? Did it read his mind? Or was it a lucky coincidence? Who was it? Rather, what was it? Before he could say anything, the voice prodded on. "What if I told you I am real and yet unreal? That I am everywhere and yet nowhere? That I am no one and everyone? That I am what you belive and what you don't? What if I said, I am right here, where you can see me, and yet you cannot, or rather, don't want to? Would you believe me, then?" "No way! That's impossible!" "Why?" "Because, then you would have to be God!" "Good, that's close enough." "What?" "You heard me the first time." He reeled back, trying to comprehend the situation. This can't be happening, he thought to himself. I can't be talking to... to... He couldn't bring himself to utter the words. "Oh, come on! Don't be so naive! You have been expecting me haven't you?" "What? No, no... You... I... No... Wait, there's -" " - nothing to say." The voice jutted in. "It's time now. Let's start, before we get too late." So, this is it? This is how it happens? I had imagined it to be a little more grand. I think I deserve much better. Wait a minute, you can read my thoughts, can't you? You know what I am thinking. Why don't you answer me, then? At that precise moment, there was a knock, and the door opened. To be continued... Technorati Tags: , , ,

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

The Call - Part 2

The story until now: He met someone he did not expect to meet. And he was given a deadline. He knew there was no choice but to accept it. Which he did. The story continues.
He didn't realise that he was standing. A few minutes must have passed, he thought to himself. He looked at his watch. Eleven thirty-five. Hmm, hardly a few minutes had passed. But he now knew what he had to do. He stood up and walked out of the room. **** The night was chilly. Only the foolhardy or the young could have dared to venture out. He was neither. He was just a man bound to fate, following meekly in the footsteps of his destiny. And she had been a bitch. At least, that was what he thought. He wrapped the trench coat tighter around himself and strode on. He passed a tramp searcing for his dinner among the trash cans. And judging by the size of his loot, the exercise had not been fruitless. In fact it had been anything but fruitless. He stopped on the far side of the road for a few moments to savour the expression of delight on the tramp's face. Funny, he mused to himself, we give without realizing the joy of giving. And here I am, giving away something I would never dream of parting with... He shook of the thoughts and some of the winter chill and strode on. He tried to focus on the events of the day. ***** It had been a bizarre day, to say the least. Everything had gone perfectly well. His office staff had been on time. His secretary had soprted all the letters correctly. The few calls he made to partners had gone suprisingly well and pleasant. Everything was surprisingly in tune, as if somebody was giving him a sign. Or may be it was his own cynicism, which he himself admitted, (in solitude, never in public) had grown unbearable of late. By lunch time, things had settled to a fine smooth cruise, again, something he had not been accustomed to, of late. Bt he shrugged it off as a good day among the bad ones and concentrated on his tasks for the day. And then things started to happen. A precious Ming vase had fallen off the mantle-piece, apparently unaided. And yet, sa it fell, something (?) had miraculously swept a sheaf of papers underneath and it had landed softly. The result: an unbroken vase and a messy office, with papers strewn around. Then again, there was a note from his wife in his lunch box. There were two things about the lunch box that surprised him. One was the note and the other was the Lunch box itself. In their twenty years of married life, he could never recall his wife sending him home-made lunch, much less, a note in his lunch. Was it a coincidence? Or was it... He chose to shrug it off and opened the lunch box. The aroma that arose from the box was heavenly. And he began to wolf it down. Once he had finished eating, he turned his attention towards the note. It bore the unmistakably simple, elegant writing of his wife. On the note were written four simple words, the fourth one being her signature. Three words that they had uttered to each other countless time in the past and yet, in a way, left unspoken. Three words that had become a standard way of greeting farewell to each other - over the phone, while leaving for work... And then suddenly, those three words had appeared as if out of nowhere, as if to remind him that she was there no matter what... Wait a second, I am getting paranoid, he thought to himself. Nothing's gonna happen to me. And then he heard two simple words. They were faint, as if in the distance. But they were there. Hanging in the silence, that had suddenly encompassed the entire of his being. Two simple words. Two words that defied his optimism and cynicism at the same time mocking him and showing him the truth behind his illusions of grandeur. Two words that brought the world down to its knees. "Oh, really?" To be continued Technorati Tags: , , , ,