FOWC with Fandango — Parody

Daily Writing Challenge, Nov 12



By Neel Anil Panicker

Two died in the wool supporters hailing from opposite ends of the political spectrum were having a heated discussion over what else but a cup of hot piping tea.

“He is a braggart, an over the top braggadocio, arrogance personified.”

Wait, what did you just say. Over the top. Well you are right, partly right that is.

Our leader is at the top, right there among the stars, glowing bright and shiny.

He holds the key to the future of this great country. Look at your leader! oops! so called leader__the perennial, perpetual, pernicious, perfidious forever rudderless, mindless heir in waiting. What’s his standing? Zilch. Cipher. Zero. He’s at the bottom. And all ye who still swear by him are doomed to go down a bottomless pit.

“Enough, dare you say not about our revered leader. At least he’s better than yours__ the one who all his life shouted from the rooftops that he came from the bottom but now refuses to alleviate the sufferings of the those stuck in the bottom. Instead, what do we see day in and day out? This conceited guy breaking bread, bear hugging, hobnobbing with the movers and shakers of the world, the ones who smell corruption with a CAPITAL C. Such a turncoat, such a …”

Stop. One more word against our leader and I will set the lynch mob on you.

How dare you speak against our leader. He’s a welcome rainbow on the parched earth, the key to the country’s golden future, the one who deserves, commands, and demands utmost respect. He’s warm as the Delhi summers, unlike your cold turkey of a leader who’s become a laughing stock, a walking talking parody, a train sans any wheels, and all you, merely sycophantic ticketless passengers unaware that you are being taken for the ride of your lives, a ride to nowhere.





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MOOKAMBIKA (genre:fiction)  

By Neel Anil Panicker

It was time to leave and Santhript knew that. The all too familiar lump in the throat was getting bigger and bigger. Standing in the bus stand, luggage in hand, his eye caught the mirror that peeped out from among among the array of psychedelic metal cats and cheap cotton ball ubiquitous pink dolls that jostled for space and human attention in just one among the several hole in the wall trinkets shops that are part and parcel of the eco system around renowned religious place.

‘Look, our bus has come!’ The crowd yelled in unison.

As it grinded to a halt, its tyres traced a perfect circle on the dirt laden road below, spewing up thick upward layers of dust and smoke.

‘Thanks for being a wonderful guide. You made sure our stay in Mookambika was such a pleasurable experience. Here, take this. This is for your extra efforts.’

Santhript looked down. Three crisp hundred rupee notes held out and glistened under the glare of the morning sun.

He summoned all his will but still the tears welled up. Keeping them on a leash proved to be a challenge.

Even after all these years. Even after having lived in the temple premises since being born.

Even after knowing that every kind woman with a child or two and a man around was not family.

Family they were, but not his family. Not the family that he could call his own.

Seconds later, money in hand, he was watching, misty eyed, as the bus, now choc-o-bloc with seekers turned around and hit the highway.

He stood there, for God knows how long__unmoving, a statue__the heady concoction of dust and fumes and rage and sadness blurring all images until the bus was but a speck in the distant horizon.

And then he turned back to resume his orphaned existence.

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Sunday Writing Prompt “Collage Prompt #43”

FOWC with Fandango — Challenge



three line tales, week 142: a girl and her puppy at sunset

By Neel Anil Panicker

“This is the best scene that I have seen in my entire movie making career, and now it your job to go ahead and find this girl and her dog and make them an offer to star in my upcoming movie, an offer that would make these real stars bigger than the biggest reel stars.”.

‘Sir, while I totally agree with you that nothing can beat this mesmerizingly charming scene I am afraid the lead heroine we have finalized may not think so it’s an open secret in the industry that she hates all four legged creatures especially dogs’.

“Vikram, if that be the case then it is time she becomes my former heroine”.

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Three Line Tales, Week 142

Three Line Tales, Week 142

FOWC with Fandango — Former




Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Do you also see what I see?”.

‘Sir, I see a man. I have had him verified. His name’s Daniel. Is the caretaker. Been working in the garage for over five years now. Said he worked at a castle 50 miles away. Got that verified too. The guy’s clean as a whistle.’

Detective Chacko turned around, looked at his junior, and wondered whether jealousy could be the reason his boss had attached such a nincompoop to him.

If so, he would have to make do under the circumstances.

Striking a more placatory note, he said, “Good job, Thomas. Now, I want you to once again look at the screen and tell me what exactly you see”.

A minute later Thomas’ blurted out, rather triumphantly, his childish voice reverberating all across the semi darkened basement room of the Crime Branch Main Office of Cochin Metropolitan City.

‘Sir, I see another man. He’s sitting on the bench. He’s holding a single leaf; his eyes darting around, as if he’s waiting for someone.’

Chacko latched on to the reply, “Good. My gut tells me this man is tied to the double murders. How is that so is something I have to find out.”

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Sunday Photo Fiction – October 14, 2018

FOWC with Fandango — Castle





By Neel Anil Panicker

“You can boil it, steam it, roast it. And guess what! It’s the best things for failing vision, low blood pressure and has a million antioxidant properties”

Manohar looked askance at his friend of thirty plus years and wondered whether the old man had crossed all limits and indeed turned senile.

“So, are you now telling me that you, a much awarded, rewarded, and Dean cum Senior Professor of Politics Science from that most hallowed of temples of Learning, St, Stephen’s College are now planning to spend the rest of retired existence growing pumpkins on a patch of land? ”

Professor Diwakar Deshmukh swept his right hand across his forehead flicked aside his shock of non-existent hair before replying,  “Revolutionary. Isn’t that it is?”

“Do you know that pumpkins have great power; that history is replete with tales of how pumpkins have started  major revolutions.”

An incredulous Manohar opened his mouth to say something but the professor cut him off with a brusque shake of the hand before continuing, “The stark truth is that though Britishers may have ceded power to the Americans in 1783 in the New World Order, it is their produce the humble pumpkin that holds pride of place and enters every single American belly even today. It is called ruling by proxy”

Unable to restrain himself Manohar shot back, “ So, in your grand scheme of things, you’d have people buy your pumpkins and you in turn will get to rule over them, right?”

As Professor Deshmuch nodded his head, Manohar could only smile back in acquiescence.

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Daily Writing Challenge #1

FOWC with Fandango — Limit