100 Word Wednesday: Week 47

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By Neel Anil Panicker

Ali looked down his chin at his blazing red polo shirt, and scowled.

His mind went back to the previous night’s conversation.

“Trust me, it’s safe. She may be the Police Chief’s daughter but she’s also my best friend. She wants five grams of cocaine. Remember, that’s more money you can ever make in a lifetime”.

‘Yeah yeah! I know that. You don’t have to tell me. But why does she want me holding an upturned Forbes magazine outside the Town Hall gates?’

“Ali, that’s ‘coz she likes to spice things up”.


‘Excuse me, do you have a light?’

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 44



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By Neel Anil Panicker

I ignore the Do Not Disturb sign and step into the room, albeit gingerly.

I flick on the light switch; I’m swept over by nostalgia__eighteen years, nine months, fourteen days, three hours, twenty-two minutes, and a few gasping seconds.

A slow jabbing pain creeps up my arthritic ridden legs, squirreling into my already weakened torso.

Through the swirling maze that are my eyes I spot the bedside table.

Its contents stare at me: the camera, lenses, the battery, the chargers, the shiny black backpack we bought him only last month, and the Nike shoes that he’ll never wear ever again.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 42

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By Neel Anil Panicker

It’s that still born hour when technically though it’s a day it’s more like night.

Well, not exactly, for when I stepped into the park, my still cold hands safely ensconced deep inside woolen pockets and took those tentative pre-dawn first steps into the long winding wilderness that loomed ahead, I could occasionally spot the sun peep in through those tall as the Himalayas pine trees, its still warming rays lighting up my path much like psychedelic strobe lights in a night long disco.

I was in that happy state, singing a soft Kishore Kumar tune, languorously ambling by when I spotted the face- a grotesque mangled heap lying orphaned among in the bushes.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 42


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By Neel Anil Panicker

The sun is an orangish red as it swathes past tall alpine trees, its merry rays lighting up my upturned face in myriad images.

I straddle the park__my head swaying, arms and feet swinging.

My lips, reddened with desire, mouth a 70s romantic number.

I close my eyes and live the moment; desire springs eternal in my heart.

“Am coming, today. See you soon, love”.

His words like honey glide down my throat.

I purse my lips; my insides turn moist.

I hear a voice.

I turn around.

It’s not him.

It’s about him.

The world around me suddenly darkens.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 39 – The Travellator.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 39


By Neel Anil Panicker

“Why don’t you take the easy way out then__ go ahead and take the Blue Whale Challenge?”

Fifteen-year-old Karthik, temporarily befuddled, spluttered out, “Who wants to wait for 50 days, Mom”?


A recorded message ricocheted off the metallic domes of the underground Metro station.

“We are sorry to inform that train services shall remain suspended today. We are…”

A collective moan escaped the lips of the stranded passengers.

His school bag, firmly strapped to his back, Karthi, his shoulders stooped, dragged himself home.

“How was your day, son”?

‘Not bad, Mom.’

He had survived Day One of the challenge.

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What is Blue Whale Challenge?

The Blue Whale game or Blue Whale Challenge is believed to be a suicide game wherein a group of administrators or a certain curator gives a participant a task to complete daily — for a period of 50 days — the final of which is the participant committing suicide. Participants are expected to share photos of the challenges/tasks completed by them.

These daily tasks start off easy — such as listening to certain genres of music, waking up at odd hours, watching a horror movie, among others, and then slowly escalate to carving out shapes on one’s skin, self-mutilation and eventually suicide.

There is still uncertainty over how a participant plays the game. While some say the user has to install some app on their smart phone, others say it’s via social media platforms such as Instagram and Facebook where the administrators get in touch with the participant after those interested throw out postings on social media asking for a “curator”. A number of different hashtags— #bluewhalechallenge, #curatorfindme, #i_am_whale — act as signals for the anonymous curators.


100 Word Wednesday: Week 36

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By Neel Anil Panicker

There he is, head straight, shoulders erect, legs parted, draped in olive green body suit, a bullet proof jacket wrapped his six foot frame taking over a third of his entire body weight.

He gazes at the rooftop building opposite the street; his fingers on the trigger of his Insas rifle.

It’s been six hours; there’s no sight of the bad guys.

Time ticks by. The body cries out for rest; the mind refuses to wilt, the senses dulled by the diktats of the job.

His superior’s words act as a tonic: “Pride and honour is what a soldier fights for”.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 34

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By Neel Anil Panicker

They called her Madonna. That was several moons ago.

Back when she was the queen, the lead guitarist, the shining star of her band The Orgasm.

That’s what she delivered; sheer orgasmic delight. Sky dropping her lithe five foot leather wrapped frame onto the massive revolving stage, belting out numbers like Tonight I’m ready to make love all night and Lick me with your deep fingers.

The crazed testosterone driven teeny boppers always pleaded for an encore, whistling and screaming their lungs out, pledging their souls to the Goddess of Pop.

‘was good while it lasted, until Alzhiemer’s claimed her.

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