Viral - Nipun Varma

Author     : Nipun Varma Company : UST Global Email        :   VIRAL   The old man who had just half an hour left to live was trying to cross the busy street. Amidst the never ending, teeming mass of faceless vehicles, all he had was an imaginary bridge of just milliseconds. It brought him almost to the middle of the road when it happened. A white luxury

Bygone! - Sajina P

Author  : Sajina P Company : PIT Solutions Email   :                                                                                          Bygone! The soil under my feet was wet. I saw them leaving my premises after leaving my wife where I was for the last few years. No one has ever took an effort to visit me. Suddenly, I saw my eldest son pausing at the gate for a moment. Yes! He looked towards the place where I was

The Radio - Vinitta Elizabeth Mathew

Author     : Vinitta Elizabeth Mathew Company : Device Driven Pvt. Ltd. Email        : The Radio It must be as old as my grandfather. I remember the radio, ever since my memory was old enough to remember things. A black, rustic looking contraption with two tape decks sporting orange centers that I used to imagine were its eyes and two big, gray knobs on either side that looked like its ears. I can’t remember if it could ever smile though. I like to think of it as a serious radio. Listening to the radio was not just routine for my grandfather. It was his radio that made him feel alive.The radio would be up and running at 5 am everyday. It was my grandfather’s little way of letting the house know that the day is all ours, to seize by its horns. As kids on vacation from the Gulf, we found that this crackling put us, right back to sleep. A silly assurance that, our grandpa is up to protect us, from all the creepy, gooey, crawly tormentors that the night brings with it. The only time the radio ever interested us, was when it was either too sunny or rainy to go out and play. We enjoyed twisting and turning all the knobs and switches, this way and that and then laughing our guts out, seeing our poor grandfather struggling to revive it. If I were to close my eyes now, to imagine my grandfather, I can picture him seated on his brown chair, his shiny bald head tilted devotedly towards the radio, face impassive. Like a priest in a confessional, like lovers sharing a secret. My grandfather began loosing his sight when he turned 70. It was a slow process. An inch of darkness, budging in with every passing year. He used to be a very strong, very active man and it worried him immensely. He grew all the more dependent on his radio. Like a pain balm promising some temporary relief. It happened one afternoon. My grandfather’s radio went dead. He feared death for the first time that day. He could almost smell it, taste it. My grandfather refused to accept that his beloved radio was gone. Every day he would take the radio in his hand and prod and cajole it to talk back to him. Even the faintest sound from it would excite him. Once when I called home to chat with him, he asked me if I could get him a pocket radio. Only if it wasn’t too much of a trouble, he said. I said I will. The week went by in a blur. It was only on the day before I left for home that I remembered about the radio. I rushed to the first electronic shop I saw and chose the only model available with them, with a ‘Made in China’ sticker. It cost me about 125 rupees and took me barely 5 minutes. A hasty purchase, that meant nothing to me then. The look on his face was priceless,when I gave it to him that day. A month later, I heard from my mother that the pocket radio never worked at all. He still, never lost hope that he would one day bring back his old friend. He kept trying and he even left the switch on all the time. Just in case, life struck at the oddest of moments. My grandfather breathed his last during his sleep on a Sunday after Easter. He was long gone by the time the doctor arrived. The house was teeming with people the next day. People going in and people going out and, a hundred things to do before the funeral. We were in his room cleaning up, when we heard it. A cough, a sputter, some more sputtering, and then it crackled back to life. A life, that didn’t mean a thing to anybody. But to me it did, to me it meant a whole lot. Just then my uncle came into the room and pulled out the plug…

The burnt offering ! - Rakesh Sasidharan

Author     : Rakesh Sasidharan Company : Allianzcornhill Information Services Email        :                                                                                   The burnt offering ! “My daddy is the world’s best daddy. I Love my Daddy “- Abraham read those words scribbled down by his child, with trembling hands and pale lips. In his tension and grief, without his knowledge he bit his lips and had forgotten to breathe. He let out a

Beautiful Eyes - Rajesh Kumar. K

Author      : Rajesh Kumar. K Company : Speridian Technologies Email        :                                                                                  Beautiful Eyes In a corner of the college library, a Data Structures Schaum’s Series book was opened and was staring at the ceiling for long time. I was sitting next, seriously drawing something on a paper. “Beautiful eyes”, Shilpa exclaimed. Looking at my drawing,

The Technical Pianist - Sayan Bhattacharya

Author      : Sayan Bhattacharya Company  : Zafin Software Centre of Excellence Email        :                                                                               The Technical Pianist   The ‘cottage-piano’ had been in our house for so long, and actively musical at that, it had almost become like a family member. Well, the piano had forever been a passion and a prized possession of my father, who had pursued his musical talent and skills on it since his

THE DECISION - Rahul Raveendran

Author      : Rahul Raveendran Company : Tata Elxsi Email        :   THE DECISION   “We are currently in front of Late Lieutenant Milan Das’s house. Sitting in front of me is not only a proud father but also one of the pioneers of Indian army-Colonel Manav Das”, proclaimed the young lady interviewer tilting her head towards the right. “First of all, we would like

The Orphan Needs Care :- Sujith Dan Mammen

Author      : Sujith Dan Mammen Company : UST global Email        :                                                                                  The Orphan Needs Care It was raining heavily outside. Jared opened the front door to see whether the rain had stopped, half cursing the lightning and the rain. Jared was a man in his late thirties, he was wearing an apron above his normal dress, he was clutching a long kitchen knife

The Magic Leaf - Renjith RJ

Author      : Renjith RJ Company : Applexus Technology Email        :                                                                              The Magic Leaf I could feel the sun rays falling on my face, through the narrow gap of the window curtains. Gently opening my eyes, searching for my mobile, I found it near my legs, and unlocked it to know what time it is.  It displayed “7:23 AM, 2th January 1970”. I was half asleep and

GOD - Gimme One Last Chance!!!! - Arockiya Helen Peter

Author  : Arockiya Helen Peter Company : IBS Software Services Email   :                                                                  GOD – Gimme One Last Chance!!!! It was a beautiful July morning with the sun slowly waking up from his horizon. Christopher’s bedroom is located as such the first rays of the sun and the singing of the birds fall first into his room. Christopher got up from his sleep by a sweet wish of his