A Boy named Alcohol

This boy is petite but perilous. His eyes are red. He has a big belly. He has a lungful of dirty air which smells foul. Everyone knows this little boy. His name is Alcohol. He belongs to the family of killers. This little boy mesmerizes you, enters your body and makes you behave as he desires. This kid is carefree, emotional, expressive, fun-loving, and obstinate. He is still learning to walk so he makes it difficult even for you to balance yourself on this giant ball called Earth which is rotating at a speed of 1670 kilometers/hour!

This boy is moody. Sometimes he likes to go crazy and dance wild and sometimes he just gets emotional over a trivial issue that did not go your way – He will cry and sing songs. He feels that he is the best singer or the best performer in the world. He hates everything and loves anything. He swears the whole world and asks for forgiveness.

This little boy also has adult fantasies. Driving is just another game for him. He likes girls and money. He robs. He is insensitive. He talks rubbish. He is referred to as Haram (sinful, anything that displeases God) in Islam He is good at making friends. He will be your best friend and the see to it that he is the only friend. He has some bad friends; LSD, Heroin, Cocaine, Hashish among others. Fear this boy and stay away from him. The boy may look good and attractive but he kills. He literally kills. This boy should be vomited and thrown out for the good of society.

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Realization (A Story)

The clock was ticking at 10 in the night. Cool breeze flowed in as the bus glided on the roads of Mumbai. There were many sounds happening- honking vehicles- murmuring commuters but Shishir was in his own world with his earphones on. The bus was about to reach Azaad Maidan where he had to get down. Boom! Shishir heard a loud sound and before he could interpret anything out of that sound, he found himself lying on the road. He could see a dozen people dead scattered around him. There was smoke all over the place. The bus he was travelling was reduced to scraps . It was a bomb blast- Shishir realized . People gathered near the blast spot and started carrying victims to a nearby hospital. A man came to Shishir to pick him up. Shishir told him that he was fine and the man should help other victims instead. The man didn’t listen to Shishir and started to lift him up. Shishir was stunned to see that the man lifted up his body but Shishir was still lying on the road. ...

बगिचा

"ए झिपऱ्या, पाटील बोलावतोय तुला", मावशी ओरडली . माझं नाव सदाशिव सोनोपंत माने. मला सगळे लोक प्रेमाने किवा रागाने ' झिपऱ्या ' असं म्हणतात . मी पण प्रेमाने किवा रागाने 'होऽऽ' असं उत्तरतो. पाटल्याचा नेहमीचा असतं काहीतरी काम - ''दूध आण" - ''कुत्र्याला फिरवून आण" - "हे आण ते आण", नुसता कटकट आहे हा पाटील. मी नाही जाणार आज त्या पाटलाकडे, मारू द्या बोंबा. मावशी परत आली . तिला पाहताच पटकन बोललो, "ए मावश्या, मला नाही जायचं त्याच्याकडे. मी नाही जाणार. या पुढे त्याचं काहीही काम असेल तर मला नको बोलत जाऊ." मग काय? दोन फटके मारून पाठवलाच मला त्या पोपटाकडे. मार खातांना राधा पण होती तिकडेच. मावशी पण येडी आहे. राधा समोर का मारायचं मला? राधा आणि मी शाळेत एकत्र आहोत. नऊवीत. राधा याच वर्षी गावात आली. पुण्यात रहायची आतापर्यंत. मला राधा खूप आवडते. जितका सहजतेने हे मी तुम्हाला सांगितलं, तितकाच कठीण आणि असंभव वाटतं जेव्हा तिला हीच बात बोलायचा प्रयत्न करतो. तिला पहिल्यांदा शाळेत पाहिला तेव्हाच मी ठरवलं की लग्न करेन तर हि...

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