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Thursday photo prompt – Tower – #writephoto

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A BAD DREAM  (PART 26 OF ‘A DANGEROUS LOVE’)

 

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

The tower loomed above him like some monstrous mythical creature that seemed to grow larger and larger with every single excruciating step that he took.

‘God! spare me this torture,’ he wanted to scream out, his anguished cries reverberating all around the icy blue skies, ricochetting off the innumerable small hills that dotted the jagged landscape, but then he checked himself.
His pursuers were close behind, barely a 100 metres away, and he didn’t want to take any chances, not after coming this far from his tormentors, and so near to his goal.

Swiping his brow off thick beads of sweat, the man stepped forward, his each step a stagger as he negotiated the steep bolder strewn mud splattered narrow incline that led to the ancient tower.

As he inched closer to it he could make out the pole, a massively long iron bean that rose Phoenix -like from the bowels of the tower and pierced the skies. On it, fluttering proud and high, the silhouette of a flag, a white rectangular piece of cloth, a clear indication that freedom was but a few steps away.

The sight filled his heart with renewed vigour and he raced ahead, almost running towards the tower.

It was then that he was hit, a shower of bullets knocking him to the ground, blood spluttering out of his chest and upper torso.

Slowly, he turned around and just before his eyes descended into darkness, he saw them, their victorious faces, in particular one face, the visage the very personification of Devil himself.

An earth shattering heart wrenching cry escaped his lips.

***

The tyres screeched to a halt inside Tiz Hazari Court premises, and that woke up Ali.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but couldn’t wish away the face of his tormentor.

It was Afzal Guru, his crime boss, and now his Enemy Number One.

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PART SIXTEEN
PART SEVENTEEN
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PART 21

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SIX SENTENCE STORIES

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THE DON’S CUP OF WORRIES…  (Part 21 of A Dangerous Love)

By Neel Anil Panicker

As darkness descends, snaking its way past the giant mulberry trees that line up the heavily fortified four walls of Sumer Manzil, the icy chill that has enveloped all of Old Delhi finds resonance in an inner private room where holed up is Afzal Guru, the feared mafia don, his usually sanguine face a cornucopia of worried lines.

Tonight, the man whose very name is enough to send a chill down the spine of his enemies has a lot to worry about on his plate.

The crime business is turning riskier by the day; the big Daddies are slowly turning tech savvy, riding on the waves of technology to engineer multi-crore white collar crimes, deeds that could be committed without shedding a drop of blood, without getting one’s hands dirty.

In short black collar crimes and by its extension their exponents were slowly losing their sheen, and  no longer were they beautiful; instead white comes cloaked in a veil of respectability.

Sipping into his Johnny Walker Black Label, the Don mulls and mourns the loss of such lost glories, and then slowly his thoughts stumble upon another major worry__Ali, his once loyal acolyte turned turncoat; the one who now has grown too big for his boots and threatens to tear asunder the multi-layered crime syndicate that he had built from scratch.

The thought of Ali and his perfidious acts races his heart beats and as his large bulbous eyes redden with a bloody rage, he finally crashes his enormous nearly 100 kilo frame onto the sprawling velvety diwan to mull ways and means to send Liza, his daughter and Ali’s lover hurtling into the arms of death.

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PART SEVENTEEN
PART EIGHTEEN
PART NINETEEN

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FISHING FOR TROUBLE?

By Neel Anil Panicker

“How could you ever cast your vote for that party? A party which is out and out fundamentalist, fascist, bigoted, anti-democratic, anti-poor; one which does not even have a single woman in that ivory tower that they so loftily pronounce as the Politburo, their  highest decision making body?”

‘Well, I…I thought of giving them a chance because of the TINA factor?’

“Hogwash! All this is mere excuse for avowed anti-women crusaders and closeted male chauvinist pigs like you and the increasingly growing numbers of your ilk who think of women as no better than chattels, enslaved and bound within the four walls of houses, to be possessed and dispossessed off at arrogant man’s will; used and abused at his sweet whims and fancies. TINA factor? What the bullshit is that crap?”

‘Well, my dear, it means at times we need to choose a person or a viewpoint not because it is right or correct, but because all the other available options are bad. There is no other alternative.’

“I am not buying this cock and bull story. It’s another way to protect and promote the hegemony of a select few who otherwise may be incompetent.”

‘Darling, I hope you are not including me, your duly wedded husband, in this category, for I were incapable and devoid of intelligence I wouldn’t have been able to first ensnare and later marry such a fine, well bred woman as you undoubtedly are.

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THE CHIEF WARDEN’S OFFICE

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Pandit, are the papers in order? Have you checked with the court authorities?  And what time is the hearing?

As the series of questions delivered in typical staccato fashion reverberated off the walls of the corner basement room that served as the Chief Warden’s Office, the assistant warden looked wearily at his boss, his sleep deprived eyes still swollen and sporting a reddish hue.

“Sir, I have doubly checked. Everything’s in place. The hearing, Sir, is at Tiz Hazari Courts, 11 am.”

Across the table, Chief Jail Warden of Tihar Jail, Ambarnath Mishra’s shoulders stooped; his hands which were shuffling through a sheaf of worn out papers laid out on the massive oakwood table, dramatically stopped and were now clutching a pair of paper weights, which he began to furiously rotate in an anti-clockwise fashion.

Tiz Hazari Court had always been a bugbear; the last time, and that was barely a month ago,

there had been a shootout inside the Court premises __three prisoners beside one of the jail staff had lost their lives, all in a space of ten minutes.

After scratching his head, the fingers desperately moving around his bald pate as if desperately searching for a few strands of hair, Mishra looked up and barked out the orders, “Line up all the prisoners by eight in the morning, and run them through a pat body inspection. I suspect trouble with a capital T.”

©neelanilpanicker2017 #thechiefwarden’soffice#adangerouslove #partsixteenofadangerouslove #fiction #240words

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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017: WEEK #33

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THE HIT

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By Neel Anil Panicker

“Finish him outside the judge’s chamber”.

The words were a staccato, delivered in a banal tone, as if it came straight off a machine.

Salim found himself sweating under his silk shirt.

A dark, foreboding sense of violence loomed large in the camphor filled low ceilinged room whose massive windows were hid by huge dark curtains whose ends fell rather ominously onto to the granite laden floors.

Years of being the boss’ understudy had taught him that there was more to come.

Displaying the patience of a monk and the slyness of a jackal, Salim waited for the

his boss’ instructions.

Astride his decade old Atlas cycle exerciser, the don rode at a furious pace, his muscular arms and legs hurtling forward in tremendous fury.

To Salim, as to any onlooker, the vista resembled a giant black bear rolling off the high mountains, spewing dust and dirt in equal measure, as other lesser endowed animals watched by in stupefied fear and grudging admiration.

An hour later, seated crosslegged in the pearly white diwan, Afzal Bhai spat out betel leaves into the dear-necked bronze spittoon.

Shifting his near ninety kilo weight to one side, the don thundered, his eyes__blood shot, and raging with fire, “Kill Ali, and Liza too, if needed”.

If the order had rattled Salim, he was smart enough not to reveal so in front of his boss.

He merely nodded his head and bowed out of the room.

It was only when he had driven out of Sumer Manzil and was heading towards the syndicate lawyer’s chamber at Karol Bagh did he allow himself a smile, a slow, foxy smile that he kept on for the rest of ride, unmindful of the thickening traffic around him.

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Thursday photo prompt – Alone #writephoto

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A LONELY VIGIL

By Neel Anil Panicker

Prisons make for great camaraderie.

Call it brotherhood of the underdog, survival instincts, or sheer boredom,

it is not unusual for two people locked in a common cell to turn into best buddies over a period of time.

It’s two in the morning, though within the darkened walls of a prison cell, time is but a mere statistic, meaningless and of not much value.

Crouched in a corner and still holding in his hands the tiny cell phone, Ali just about had time to digest the earth shattering news that Moosa had conveyed to him seconds ago when he looked up to find his prison mate not just wide awake but staring down at him from across the cell room, a mystery smile playing on his lips.

It was a look that transported Ali back to his childhood days in his impoverished village in Gorakhpur; a look the landlord’s henchmen at the orchard farm used to give him when they suspected him of stealing mangoes.

Momentarily shaken, Ali quickly regained his composure, and looked his cell mate in the eye.

The two locked horns for what seemed an eternity. It was his cellmate who broke the stare and flashed a smile, only this time it was a wide, friendly smile, a smile that seemed to say, “don’t worry man, we’re both sailing in the same boat. All your secrets are mine too and shall remain so, forever buried in my heart’.

It was not long before the two convicts got talking. Before daybreak, Ali and his cell mate, whose name he came to know was Lakhi alias Lambu had become thick buddies.

Within the next few days and nights, the two had shared enough of their lives and confided just about enough to forge a strong bond of friendship.

Come nightfall and as the prison would plunge darkness, the two friends would huddle around the bed and converse for long hours till they fell prey to sleep.

It was while in the midst of one such nightly conversation that Ali received a call from Liza, a call that had the potential to change the course of his life.

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The Six Sentence Cue of the Week is….pickle

…OF PICKLES AND DEADENED MEMORIES

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By Neel Anil Panicker

Memory is a harsh bitch that refuses to leave long after it’s expiry date.It comes unheralded when one least expects or desires for. For Liza, the gateway to her memories are manned by pickles.

Like a massive dam that one can no longer rein in, they finally burst out, drenching her to the gills.For a long time she swam in its waves, cruising through the crests and troughs of past happenings, remembering, forgetting, and re-remembering small, intimate, delectable tidbits, random musings and snapshots flushed out from the attics of a long deadened past.

And then they stopped, suddenly and as quickly as they had come, leaving her furiously famished__ for love, her mother’s love, for the touch of supple fingers on a small child’s head, for the taste of coastal food, for fish, deep fried and blood red, it’s innards little fillets garnished  with the paste of over a dozen hot spices, and then for pickle, bitter mango pickle, her mother’s special, and her childhood weakness.

Overwrought, Liza slipped on her negligee, tiptoed out of her room, and walked towards where the kitchen was, her movements guided by the moon’s rays that ricocheted off the high ceilinged roof tops and clashed against the glassed chandeliers, breaking into tiny shards of brilliance illuminating her pathway.

In no time she was in the large, hall sized kitchen, her hands on the sill, opening and closing a million glass tumblers.Sugar, salt, cardamom, cinnamon, pepper, apple pie…she finds them all but what’s missing are the pickles, her mother’s special pickles, the one that she made on her own and the one that Liza cried for and demanded again and again like the stubborn, spoilt child that she was__a frail ten year old slip of a girl, a girl with pony tails and her mother’s heart beat.

There she stood, bereft and lonesome, staring into nothingness, grieving, craving, lusting for pickles, simply unable to fathom that the past is but a storehouse of long dead if not buried memories.

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