Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 10 November 2018


By Neel Anil Panciker

‘Actually, it’s very simple. I love you, you love me. We want to get married. So, I see  no problem, right?’

Vikram looked into Isha’s eyes. They were earnest, in love, and as happy as a teddy bear’s. He didn’t have the heart to counter her. Nevertheless, he began.

“See my dear. We know that we love ourselves like crazy, that we can’t live without each other. But the question is does the world around us know that, and more importantly, does it care to even acknowledge, leave alone accept that.

‘But why do we even have to bother about the world?’, Isha persisted. It’s our lives, it’s we who have to live it, it’s to do with our happiness and joy, right’?

Vikram held her hands and said, his voice now all saturnine, “Listen, lives cannot be lived in isolation. We can never ever be islands cut off from the mainland. WE need to make a life in this society and world itself. Life and living is a sentence, however harsh it may seem to be that’s best lived and understood by mastering its alphabet, both vowels and consonants. So, beg, borrow, or steal, we, i mean the two of us need to buy their approval, or at least their acquiscence, so that our future does not end up complicated.

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Three Line Tales, Week 145

Three Line Tales, Week 145

three line tales, week 145: a steam train crossing the Glenfinnan Viaduct


Maria woke up to the roar of the steam engine and as she looked through her frost filled window the sight that greeted her was pristine, other wordly, magical to say the least.

There, laid out in front of her, was a feast for the eyes___undulating valleys covered in carpets of sheer green that was now being topped by newer ever changing coatings of pearly white fumes that floated over into the azure blue skies.

‘It’s beautiful nee it’s more, much more than beautiful’ , Maria whispered, the words, each syllabic sound, bursting out of her misty lips and wafting into the air, adding its bit to the beauty of the scene.

Mind’s s a train


just chugs along

churning love.

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9 November 2018


By Neel Anil Panicker

First, they’ll will touch you, feel you all over, violate you in all possible manner.

Then, when they’re dead sure you’re dead or as good as dead, that you have zero feelings, they’ll hack you, cut you to pieces and do that over and over again until you’re reduced to a sorry spectacle, until you’re shorn of all ripeness and fruit and joy and all that had earlier made you human.

By then they would move, gleefully, onto their next target, for haven’t you heard the world and its backyard is a happy playground for all such sexual predators.



FOWC with Fandango — Repress


By Neel Anil Panicker

You say you won’t?

‘I can’t. Aks, i just can’t…I’

Is it all that impossible? All you need to do is take this tablet and…

‘I know. I know. I know that all I need to do is to dip this thing into a glass of juice and serve him. But still I can’t Akshay. I just can’t…’

Bring myself to killing him, right? Is that what your are telling me? That you’ve suddenly gone soft; started developing feelings for that slimy bastard. Is that…?

‘Nooooo! Nothing like that, Aks.’ 

Then what’s it, Simi? How long are you to going to repress yourself? How long are you just going to continue living the hellish existence that you are leading now doing nothing while that scumbag goes about enjoying life painting the town red every evening with a string of bewitching beauties as his arm candies?

Are you going to shut your eyes to all his shenanigans, his endless affairs, his near stop blitzkrieg of verbal and assaults, his utter nonchalance and contempt for the marital vows? Are you…?

‘No Akshay, my dear brother, that certainly is not the case. He deserves better. He deserves a better death__ a death where he would struggle for every breath, a death so brutal that he would wish he had never ever been born, an end whose ending is near endless…an end that he would beg for but one that he would not get so soon. After all,  he’s my husband and he deserves better’.








By Neel Anil Panicker

‘I do know in our business you never say no but at least you should have consulted me once before committing yourself, Karim Bhai’.

The man seated across the table dropped his right hand to his knee, the index finger scratching furiously through the faded blue jeans before looking up to reply, “Hey, listen to me Rakesh, the call came after midnight. And it was a take it or leave kind of thing. Plus, the money’s good, damn good I must say, in fact good enough for you to clear off all your gambling debts and scoot this godammed city for ever.”

‘That’s really good news Karim Bhai. But all I was saying is you should postpone it for a week.’

“Oh is it, big mouth? Being paid, and that too handsomely for a hit is all that should matter to you, right? Pray, tell me what difference would that have made had we executed the contract seven days hence?”

Rakesh stabbed the burning end of the cigarette with his left foot and looked up before speaking, “that’s because I was all set to leave in an hour’s time for my annual week long darshan to Shirdi and now this…’

“I’m sorry you’ll need to postpone your train ticket to tomorrow morning as the  person who’s given us the supari is very insistent that we execute it today itself and that too before sun down and it’s exactly for that reason that he’s paying us almost thrice the market rate.”



FOWC with Fandango — Extraordinary

April Pearson

Photo Credit: April Pearson


By Neel Anil Panicker

“I see a bad omen. What about by you, Angel?”

Angel waited for a moment even as she dug into the last of her pizza triangles, the few she had and quite sensibly so,  tucked into her inner baggy short pockets.

Then, reading very correctly that for once Reshma wasn’t indulging in mere rhetorics and the question did indeed beg for an answer,  Angel volleyed, “I see hope. I see goodness. I see some very dark clouds, but I also see a silver lining behind them all.’

Reshma’s eyes did a double take, its pupils dilating, a shell shocked expression forming on her otherwise not so saturnine face.

“Angel, you’re nothing if not extraordinary. How can you manage to stay so sanguine when we’re in the middle of a jungle miles away from civilization and when all we’ve been hearing for the past four  hours are the terrifying shrieks and shrills of wild animals?”

Without batting an eye Angel looked at her best friend and past her at the young boys, both her age, and all school mates, before replying, “That’s because all you see is a rainbow but I see the sunshine that”s hiding in plain sight behind it.”

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2 November 2018


By Neel Anil Panicker 

‘So, that’s our best move?’

Well, I would say that’s our only move.

‘And why would you say that?’


‘Stop spluttering, will you? Come on, spit it out’

You see…your father…

‘My father…he needs to  die, right?’

What I mean…

‘You mean he’s needs to go if we’re to get rich, right?’

That’s right for holy goodness! We kill your old man ‘coz he’s the only soul on Planet Earth who knows we’ve skimmed over a 100 crores from about ten odd banks, ‘coz otherwise you and I spend the rest of our lives in prison.

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