INDImag – Contemporary fiction | Motivational short stories | Social stories | Short story criticism

This category is a khichddi of sorts. It will house topics that do not conform to the definitions of other categories..

Some wise dude said the essence of a dish is in the aroma. A truer sentence, I’ve not come across. Here are some of the aromas from my kitchen that give me a great kick..

Even when talks with Anusuya were still in progress, my parents brought in a new girl into the equation. As I mentioned in the beginning, I was becoming adept at parallel processing of multiple prospective brides. Here we did not start with g-talk (the google messenger. Better to clarify in case people get wrong ideas) as usual.

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I would like to say I am naming the concluding episode of my bride hunt story ‘The great Indian bride Hunt Rotations’ as by now I had acquired sufficient skill in bride management to see more than one girl at a time and smoothly rotate from one bride to the next and then back. But in the name of truthfulness and honesty I refrain from making such a claim. For most who have read the second part it would have been a foregone conclusion that the concluding part would be named ‘The great Indian bride Hunt revolutions’. But that seemed cliqued and I wanted something more original. So I named it ‘The great Indian bride Hunt Rotations’. Isn’t that what originality is all about?

Bollywood is also beginning to adopt the trend as seen in the case of Munnai Bhai MBBS and Dhoom. Keeping with this trend, having seen the popularity of my earlier post about my bride hunt, I could not resist posting a sequel. So here I continue the story of my misadventures.

I know they talk about me all the time. I can feel their eyes on me as I walk across the room. One winks to another as if to say, “She is the one!” They probably laugh! Do lizards wink, I wonder?? And can they laugh?? I am not too much up on my zoology about that. But I am sure they must be doing whatever the human equivalent of winking and laughing is. When they congregate behind picture frames or behind almirahs for their lizard conventions, I must be the chief topic of discussion. They will have plenty to discuss all right!

The sky is a brilliant blazing blue. All traces of yesterday’s human activity on the slopes of the mountains have been wiped clean. It snowed heavily last night. The beauty of this sparkling white landscape all around me is pristine, eternal. These sun-washed mountains, interlocked in a web of snow fields and blue-veined glaciers is a sight I know I’ll recall over and over again in my waking hours and in my dreams. It is unforgettable.

Public speaking is considered the greatest fear a person can have, even greater than the fear of death. However research shows that a significant factor in people being promoted at work is the ability to express one’s self in public or at a meeting, concisely and effectively, no matter how large the gathering. Like all mothers my mother dreamed about me having a successful career right from my childhood.

And then, Atilius went for the kill…

I started writing a novel…as a hobby. Thanks to a completely non-existent social life and crappy weather, here in the UK, the hobby turned into a full time activity. 10 months later, I was done with my manuscript. In a 6” by 9” template, my manuscript stopped at 582 pages, 80 odd chapters and 140,000 words. This was no longer a hobby – this would no longer be a document that would sit forgotten in some folder. This had to go to print, even if it meant that I would be the only one buying a copy!