Can't wait, sigh!

The lift halted abruptly with a sudden jerk and eventually, the lights went off. The transients of the lift were employees of the IT company, which was reigning almost 75% of the gigantic complex.

"I know, I know, this frequent power cuts, what the hell is this government doing man, they don't comply with the basic necessities of the citizens, but concentrate on foreign collaborations, damn them man!!"- IT folk no.1

"What to say, sir, I was planning for a dinner with my wife, after a long time.. Don't know when the power will resume, ahem.."-IT folk no.2.

"You won't get home by tonight"- sarcastic no.1.

"Oh God, my girlfriend is waiting downstairs.. sir, do you have network access in your mobile?"-IT no.3

"Did you check yours?", again no.1.

For the next few seconds, mumbles, mutters, rumblings unanimously rose from everyone who had completely forsaken the idea of 'generators', and  the entire world of living and non-living things(including the lift) were getting cursed for.

In not less than a minute, the power recurred, and the lift operator gazed through each of the geek's face with a sense of curiosity to affix the agonies- spit-out  into each of their personalities.

While some of them held their heads down in awkwardness, IT no.1 started again, "This generators, you know man…"

……………………………

'It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness', but, do we? Hmmm… sigh…well, umm… It is our national quality!!

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The Inevitable Companion!

Every morning you never fail to test my obstinacy, and you sit here as if you are an abode of  innocence", I rebuked at the dumb thing on my workplace.

"And what a color of attire do you wear, would anyone believe what you would drive me up to? " I was determined to denounce the poor thing.

"You seem to poke your nose and indulge into anything and everything that I make, and have conceived a sturdy myth that nothing can be done without you" , my reprimanding mood wasn't ready to cease.

"May be it revenges you first hand for the 'tar and feather'- humiliation that it undergoes once it goes into your pan" - my husband.

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We both stared at the pink, small and big onions, me wondering what magic this teary thing does to the meals and my dear husband pondering over the promise he gave my parents, "I'll never see tears flowing down her eyes", and the BGM sounding, "Tum ko dekha, to ye khayal aaya"!!( meaning, When I saw you this thought came to me).


as a part of:  write tribe's wednesday prompt
                 
                    Five Sentence Fiction by Lillie Mcferrin(word for this week, feather)

and              WOW by Blogadda(Your post must contain the song ‘Tum ko dekha, to ye khayal aaya’)

A trap of love!

All the world is a trap..

or is in a trap..

now, what do I write about?

 the clean green fields trapping the eyes..

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or the redolent drizzle to  the nostrils..

the IPL and the brain? and the cheer leaders too?

the promises of the politicians?

the hi-fi malls and the young magnets?

the tear of a wife or the unadulterated smile of a child?

The mouse trap, the deer trap?

the black-light trap, the key-hole trap?

or an exclusive fiction on what can't be trapped

-the running time or the flowing water..

where do I take it, from what?

Fingers trapped to the keyboard

mind trapped in a web of thoughts…

while the shining full moon held trapped in the still sky,

I welded to a trap of all my senses,

In a momentary brief,

as two desirous hands garlanded from behind,

asking, "Isn't it over, yet?"

and needless to say, 'It was a trap'

for the rest of the night!!

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Temptation

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The police station was in a state of dramatic tensity, as it would always be. Three persons were confronted, and the it was the constable's turn to inquire. The first of the suspected, a 14 year old boy, stood trembling, hands crossed across his chest, deliberately attempting to convince the constable that he was innocent.

"Sir sir, I didn't touch the money, sir.. I admit that I was tempted to taste the fresh made sweets, sir.. and that too, I took only one sir.. somebody who didn't like my sincerity, had complained to the shopkeeper, that I have stolen money, sir, please sir, leave me sir" was his constant mumble. The too many 'sirs' didn't seem to move the constable, in anyway.

He moved on to the next accused, still staring at the young boy. The next one was deliberately in tears. He was a peon in a nationalized bank. "Sir, I have a family, sir. Please listen to my words, sir, I was just cleaning the locker room, while I saw that one of the lockers was left unlocked. I was tempted to see what was inside, and while I just peeped for a look, I was caught. They tell that a gold necklace is missing and I took it. sir, I have never seen such a thing, sir. You can check me, sir", quivering, he was ready to fall on the constable's feet.

The last one, a young guy, was not that agitated as the earlier ones. He had already experienced enquiries of that sort, and he stood a bit, unperturbed. The constable neared him, with a sense of precaution, and waited for him to talk. " While seeing a young girl in a glamorous attire, talking loudly over the phone, I was tempted to start a conversation. But, she had complained that I pulled her hands, I didn't do that!", he spoke in a tone of negligence, looking somewhere else.

Ordering them to be seated in a corner till the inspector arrives, the constable went to the computer and while he was frantically searching for something in it, the Inspector arrived, sneering.

"To hell with you, what are you doing in my table, man? Trying to hack my computer? How dare, you?" blasted the Inspector to the constable, furiously.  "Sir, I heard that the promotion lists have been put on, sir.. I was tempted to look at it before you come, sir.. I didn't do anything wrong, sir" , the constable tried to cover up his embarrassment with hasty words. There was a whirl of seriousness in everyone's face.

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High up in heaven, lordess Saraswati, the dear wife of Lord Brahma, the creator of the Universe( according to Hindu mythology), was peeping down at the police station scenario, while Brahma gave her a gentle stroke, asking, "Dear, what are you looking at?"

"Lord, I could sense a chaos at the police station and I was tempted to have a look" she replied with a curious grin.

The lord replied with a loud laughter, "hmm.. that is because, I created the human beings with one indispensable quality.. Temptation!!"

This post is a part of  Write Over Weekend,, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by Blogadda.