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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100 Word Wednesday: Week 23

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What’s Cooking?


By Neel Anil Panicker

 ‘Chicken chops. Try it. I tell you, it’s absolutely lip smacking, Sir.’

Inspector Sharma squirmed, grunted, and all but hurled invectives into the phone.

With great difficulty he restrained himself.

Informers were a very valuable cog in the wheel of police detective work.

“Gullu, I’ll try it out for sure. But first tell me what you know about Pearl Diner and how is it linked to the double murders?”

The voice on the other end fell silent.

After what seemed an eternity, he heard the words,

‘Name’s Joseph. Waits tables there. He’s your man. Will lead you to the murderer.’

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 21

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By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Here, have a look at this.’

George peered into the Polaroid photograph thrust into his hands.

Gibralter-like snow capped mountains on either side nestled a remote valley through which flowed serene blue waters. Beyond which stood a magnificent Georgian palace, its reed thin spires zooming into the clouds above, the icy waters below capturing its ethereal beauty.

A paradise on earth…a dream in stone…an ode to humankind’s creativity.

‘Been staying here since the escape. Machine gun toting guards, sniffer dogs, automatic alarms, electrified fences…the works.’

George let out a slow whistle.

Alex Mathews. Hunting him down would be infinitely pleasurable.

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By Neel Anil Panicker  

‘Damn’t’, Tom cursed.

Hoping to beat the crowd, the 16-year old had arrived a good three hours before.

An hour more of standing in the serpentine queue; his fate was sealed.

The counter screamed the ‘SOLD OUT’ board.


It was then that he heard it.

First a small pop sound, then a massive cracker blast…

He turned around: the foyer was a blazing inferno.

Madness prevailed thereafter.

Amidst wild cries, someone shouted, ‘blast…suicide…’

People began to run helter skelter.

For once Tom was glad the tickets were sold out.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 20