The Writing Stick

THE MUST LIST:- ‘When am I supposed to die ?’ Aryan’s mother was shocked to get that question from her 10 year old little boy. ‘Why would you say that sweetie?’ she asked him, stroking his head gently. ‘I couldn’t figure it out. Don’t worry; I know the rest of it.  Dad told me I am supposed to get serious now that I am entering a double figure age. He says I’m no more a kid. My friend’s brother is 18 now, Karan, and apparently he was told the same thing. May be he didn’t get serious when he was 10. May be he still thought he could have fun. You know I saw him hanging out with his schoolmates and couple of them were girls, can you believe that? He stood there for 15 minutes after the school timings! On the top of all that, he said he wanted to be an artist. That was a shocker I know.  His parents worked so hard all this time and got him admitted in the best school, got him to attend the best science tuition classes and there he was saying he didn’t want...

Ship of hearts "Good morning baby" she said giving me a smile and rolling over to me. I not fully recovered from last night’s fight said morning in a flash while trying to open my eyes, trying to walk to the basin and wash my face. While washing my face and I see myself in the mirror and try to convince myself that what I did was wrong, following that, I try to come back to the room lagging and while trying to imagine the words to apologize in the midway I have a glance at her tears .                               I got blank at first then I see images of my childhood one where my sister cried due to her relationship problems with her husband and the second image was of my mother weeping when dad was shouting at her when I was 10 years old. I remember the question I had asked my dad whether this fight was necessary as mother wept...

Talking to the Mirror “I see people. I see a lot of them. I see them all in fact. Some smiling, some laughing. Some sharing, some weeping. Some pitying, some appreciating. Some clapping, some booing. Some smoking, some drinking. Some striving, some letting go. Some sophisticated, some lethargic. Some raising voice, some staying silent. Some longing for company, some hoping for solitude. Some regretting the past, some rejoicing the memories. Some calm, some agitated. Some loving, some cursing. Some being there, some getting away.  But as I see these traits, I encounter the fact that there is something that they all are simultaneously doing throughout their lives. They PRETEND.  I see them with the same eyes and yet every time I meet them I face something new. Someone new, different. Someone I never met before. Someone may be so deep inside that I cannot see, or may be shallow enough to evaporate. I see them with the same memories and yet I form new ones the difference ...

One Piece of Chocolate Cake “Can I have that piece??” I asked the person in front of me, he seemed jolly. “Yeah sure” said the person cutting me a piece of chocolate cake, while having a big smile on his face. Who doesn’t like a good piece of chocolate cake, with strawberry and pineapple toppings, it is odd but it’s my friend’s birthday not mine so I don’t get the cake I love. I love a chocolate cake with more chocolate on it, but that’s me a proud chocoholic. People might be against so much chocoholic’s while they don’t mind a weirdly built cake that has chocolate, strawberry and pineapple; like people should ban this type of cakes.  The person handed me the cake and at that very moment I realized that this piece of cake is similar to my life.  Now, you might find this stupid but the piece of cake is just like my life or any other person’s, for that matter. I love chocolate but the toppings are not that good in taste with this cake, that’s what I think. Every person...

The Change When you walk into a busy street, you'll see people driving to work, people talking on cell phones, using their laptops, and listening to music. People walk past each other with nothing more than a passing glance. Let's go to the same street in the past, children are playing, people saying hello and talking to each other. As we see, society has changed, and is still changing as our days continue. The very morals that world was built on, has been lost. The media and fashion send a message that lead to terrible behaviors among people. Is society really changing for the better? Let's rewind a bit to the past. The average family has children who respect others, and honor is a value that is kept close. Dinners were eaten at the table as a family and time spent together was fun. Kids played with their imaginations and created entire worlds with something as simple as a cardboard box. People greet each other on the street, and shake each other’s hands. So, ...

the REHAB ‘He is not addicted, he is fine. He is working on his school project. Could you please leave us alone officer?’ she said as she stood near the sofa, negligently shaking. ‘I am afraid I can’t ma’am. Take me to his room.’ He said bluntly. ‘You are not going anywhere near him, nobody is. He is fine. Why can’t you just let it go for god’s sake?’ she begged and choked. ‘Okay, let me make this extremely clear to you. He is in trouble, one way or the other. Now there is one less destructive way out of this and you know it. I’m here to help and I can really be helpful, provided you co-operate. Take me to his room.’ She stared at the off-white wall in a feeling so alien to her that she could not comprehend it. She glanced at the painting she made for him as a kid and then laminated it as a memory years later. She looked at the staircase leading to his room and wished it weren’t there. As she saw the blank look on the officer’s face she somehow knew she was finally faci...