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.






Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story or poem in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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Also for with Fandango — Silent


By Neel Anil Panicker

“I thought I was very popular. Isn’t that what…”

The Party President interrupted him. “You’re for sure. But it’s a jungle out there and sometimes even the lion has to do more in order to lord over his kingdom.”

As others nodded their heads in silent affirmation, the man continued,” I think you develop wings.”

“A what?”

“A winged lion that roars and flies all across the country solving problems.”

The man in the corner who hadn’t spoken so far chipped in, “It’s from the Bible. It symbolises the birth of God’s Kingdom on Earth. This way we can usher in the new Kingdom of Modi.”

The man at the centre slapped his wrists and roared his approval as his 56 inch chest swelled with pride.

Soon the spartan room reverberated with chants of Har Har Modi Ghar Ghar Modi.

“But Sir, we may have a problem. A winged lion has is a Bliblical reference. St. Marks…”

He was cut short by the portly President himself, “Great! That way we also ensure the Christian votes”.

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(Genre:Realistic Fiction)

By Neel Anil Panicker

She’s the antithesis of a politician.

Well read, articulate, with an accent to boot.

Quiet__it’s the modifier that best describes her.

That ways Atishi, her first name, is a total mismatch.

My pigdin reservoir of Hindi (or is that Urdu?) tells me its English equivalent’s fireworks.

That’s another universe away.

A name mismatch if there ever was one.

Why then, did she drop the Marlena, I wonder.

Her answer’s in poetic form:

Mirror mirror on the wall,

who’s the cruelest of them all

The ones demanding that I drop my name?

Or, the ones questioning why I dropped my name?

#neelanilpanicker #fridayfictioneers #india #politics #AAP #name calling #name dropping

31 August 2018

REF NOTE: AAP hits out at Delhi chief secretary and Centre over CCTV project

AAP leader Atishi Marlena drops last name, party denies forcing her to do so

While Atishi’s Twitter handle has changed from @Atishimarlena to @AtishiAAP, her name has also been amended on the AAP website.

AAP leader Atishi Marlena drops last name, party denies forcing her to do so





Aligarh Muslim University, AMU

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By Neel Anil Panicker

Are we going Pakistan’s way? Are we becoming a mirror reflection of what Pakistan has become in recent years?

By focusing our eyes, ears and all of our sensory perceptions on our next door neighbour are we in real danger of morphing into the monster that Pakistan has turned into?

Well, if you were to ask me I am going to stick my neck out and say an emphatic ‘Yes’.

Chew on this___Ram, Padmavat, cow, beef, Taj…we seem to be never falling short of issues to fight over. Almost every other day we are out on the streets, armour and shield, guns blazing, ready to attack and maraud and exterminate vile enemies of the nation__be they real or imaginary.

The goal posts keep changing, the game remains the same, the spectators ever on the rise.

The latest in this year’s edition of the IPL- acronym for the great Indian Political League__is the absolutely farcical and totally unavoidable brouhaha created over Mohammed Ali Jinnah’s portrait.

I am of the firm opinion that all those students and their political Godfathers who are crying themselves hoarse and fighting a pitched battle in a bid to force authorities to remove Jinnah’s portrait from the precincts of Aligarh Muslim University, are anti-nationals.

Yes, you heard that__these lumpen hooliganists, this fringe group of pseudo nationalists who indulge in violence and fight over non-issues, who go about brow beating and attacking all those who oppose them including the police and all right thinking citizens of this great country__they all are anti-nationals for in this 21 ist century post liberalised highly competitive modernist economic world that we live in the only rightful definition of anti-national that we need to subscribe to is one who expends his time and resources in derailing the economic growth of a nation.

For aren’t they not anti-nationals all those who burn effigies, stop traffic and hold up trains, sit in dharnas and kill and loot and plunder in the name of protecting, preserving, protecting, upholding some abstract dinosaur like values so very absolutely anachronistic in today’s jet age?

Shouldn’t the students of Aligarh Muslim University of both  and all political hues be expending their valuable time and energy into the

pursuit of education, a pursuit that would not just shore up their intellectual wealth but also help them bag jobs and ultimately lift this country out of the economic morass that it has fallen into?

It is a question that needs answering; not just by the innocent lambs who are systematically led to slaughter by their political self serving selfish political masters but by all right thinking national loving citizens of this country.

And the answers need to come, fast and quick, for I am afraid, the time is running out.

#neelanilpanicker #editorial #KNEELING DOWN #jinnah #amu #politics #anti-national #portrait



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By Neel Anil Panicker
For everything I’m game
I’ve absolutely no shame
Nobody’s to blame
For me all are same
What I do has no name
Though I have some fame.
#neelanilpanicker #poem #politics #nareshagarwal #modi #india #politics



Sunday Photo Fiction – June 25th 2017

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10 Eric Wicklund 25 June 2017

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By Neel Anil Panicker

For the first time in his two decade long police career, Inspector Akhtar Shameem of Jammu & Kashmir Special Crime Unit felt what it was like to be on the other side of the law.

The tables had turned__the cop had become the criminal, or so it seemed.

Holed up in his current hideout__an abandoned timber factory located some fifteen miles off Srinagar Highway, and barely a few thousand meters from the Pakistan border, the middle-aged cop went over the events of the previous few weeks.

He had been investigating a drug seizure case a month ago when he stumbled upon the involvement of two prominent legislators.

On digging further, he unearthed a multi-billion dollar drug cartel whose tentacles spread across the border was run by Shah Maqsood Gilani, the Chief Minister’s son.

Soon he had had visitors_ machine gun wielding men who riddled his house with bullets, (luckily his wife and two children were at his in-law’s for a family wedding); strange men who made vile threats over the phone and hurled bombs at his police station.

Inspector Shameem checked his watch. 12.35 pm. It was time to make his move.

His contact Haider would be waiting, as promised.

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By Neel Anil Panicker

“Dr James Ekka, the charge against you is that you slept with your patient. Is that true?”

Steering aside a mop of hair from his temples, Dr James peered at the four men and lone woman staring down at him from across the table.

They were the Medical Board; an exclusive clique, an omnipotent group that ran Lifeline Hospital.

‘I…was… am in love…’

‘Love? What crap? Is that why you sneaked into her room and stayed there for over five hours’, thundered Mr. Rangoonwalla, the seventy year old Owner-Chairman.

He winked at the lady to his left. Thirty-five-year old Dr. Brinda, Head, Orthopaedics, responded with a coquettish smile.

It was an open secret that she had dumped her architect husband within a month of joining and was now ‘close’ to Rangoonwalla.

‘The bastards. They want to finish off his career, that too over a patient who he had treated and cured of cancer, a woman he liked and well, loved.’

Rangoonwalla’s harsh voice cut severed his thoughts.

“ You are dismissed with immediate effect”.

As Dr James walked out of the hospital gates, his phone rang.

“Dear doc, I am in love. Will you cure me?”, a familiar voice inquired.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #shortstory #FFfPP #200words



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