M4: Garima

This is a blog novel post. Please read M1, M2 and M3 before proceeding in order to maintain continuity

Present day. Year 298 of the third age

Garima woke Suketu up early morning that day. She bathed him up, dressed him in a make shift combat uniform, put a nice woolen cap on his head and instructed him to perform his daily routine of Surya Namaskar and other asanas. The sun was shining brightly on this beautiful summer morning. Sitting on the edge of the culvert built along the rear mountain road, she could see the city of Kansar spread over. It was completely devastated 6 months ago. However it was being rebuilt. Half built temple tops were being raised. The royal court was being reconstructed and horizontally expanded. Few of the western farmlands were being razed, possibly to create a large stable for, what one could guess, at least 1000 horses and horsemen to stay. The levee on Sattvi river was still untouched. But she had heard stories that a port was conceived. The construction could begin any time. The king is doing a good job, she thought. But a crook he is and I shall never forgive him for what he did to Kansar. The war had lasted 15 days. It was more of a guerilla war, until Bramhakush entered the fray on the 13th. Within two days, every thing was over. Garima remembered the meeting with, who she called The Beast on that fateful night. Had it not been for the sacrifice of 7 of her men, she wouldn’t be alive. She had to retreat into a self imposed exile. Not for her own safety, but for the prince…

“Maasi… I’m done!” Garima was lost in her thought when suddenly her slumber was broken by a tap on her shoulder and a sweet voice. Suketu with a beaming smile was standing besides her. Of all the things she had endured, Suketu was the only good thing that kept her going. 

“Oh wow! My good boy. Common now, lets go and play some fun games. Hari bhai must be waiting for us.” She said turning towards Suketu.

Garima, along with Haridra Kant, were the one loyal to Raja Namandev. Because of her looks, Garima was able to camouflage herself as a man or as a woman within no time. She was the leader of the Chhaya doot squad, an elite group of commandos of Kansar who kept a watchful eye on all things happening in and around Kansar. They were true to the name, like a shadow. No one noticed, and yet they were always there. Haridra, also fondly known as Hari bhai, was one of her finest men.

Nearly a year ago, one of the chhayadoots had spotted Sardar Trikoot, lieutenant general of Pindhar along with few of his soldiers crossing the river Sattvi from the eastern banks. As most of the habitable and navigation capable bank of the river was under Kansar’s rule, anyone who wanted to cross or pass by had to take permissions from the office of border control. Kansar had such offices on both eastern and western banks. Any one entering either of the banks, who had to travel across were handed a memo with the border office seal. They had to surrender the memo at the other office. Heavily armed ships or army contingents were disallowed to pass, unless under a diplomatic treaty. On that day, the eastern border control office received a request from Sardar Trikoot along with his soldiers to cross over to the other side, a region that belonged to Bramhakush. Reason, they mentioned was a visit to the ashram of some sage in the jungles of Kumud Vihar. As was the custom, the border control office notified the police about the crossing lieutenant general, and the chhayadoot mole at the office informed Garima.

Although it wasn’t unusual for the Pindharis to cross over, and there were some stray incidents of unlawful activities too. But this visit of Trikoot raised a doubt in Garima’s mind. Why would the lieutenant general visit an ashram in the jungle? And even if it was a personal visit, why then he should take the entourage of his personal guards? She put Hari bhai on his trail and immediately thought of sounding off her king. Raja Namandev, however, dismissed the threat thinking it could be a genuine visit. His relationship with Maharaja Shivchandra was cordial and friendly. He was one the invited chief guests for the Kansar mahotsav. Although Namandev allowed the surveillance, he didn’t Trikoot’s visit as suspicious. A mistake he was going to regret in the next few months.

to be continued…

The Love Hate relationship with stories

There was a time when I used to write stories. They made me realize myself. I must admit that I was a part of almost all stories I wrote, love stories that is. Some were based on a leaf out of my own life or some were inspired from people I knew. There were people who loved it. And there were people who criticized it. But there were always people who read it.

I got carried away. I started writing because people read it. I wrote for the audience. I tried to sensationalise, materialize stories. I also thought of commercializing the stories by publishing a book. But then came a point when the whole world collapsed with a thud. My romance with love stories ended and sank without a trace. When I read some of the stories I wrote, I hated myself for trying to do what I shouldn’t have thought. It is that day and today, I’m still devoid of inspiration.

I hope it reverses some day. I hope it does very soon. I want to write stories again.

75: Acedia

This is story number 5 of the 7even series.

“Dinkar… look at that boy Sachin. He is only a couple of years older to you. But he has already made a début in the Indian national cricket team. You too are a good batsman Dina… I think you should work towards it.”

“I am Baba… even I’m a good batsman. I need not prove it time again.”

“I know Dina… I just want you to work hard towards it. Yesterday I met your coach Achrekar. He said you are always late to practice in the morning? Some times you skip it too. What is this?”

“Ah … he calls us at 5am. I cant wake up that early. Besides, dont worry… I’m still the number one batsman at my club.” Continue reading

Z2: Sara

Please read the first part “Red & White” before reading further.

It had been raining since the night. Sarika had heard a lot about water logged roads and slippery tracks on the Valkyrie mountains. She insisted they take their own vehicle to the palin top where her classmates were planning to hike. But none agreed. They found it fun to go by the public transport and then climb up on the top, despite the rains. Sarika hated rains and all the filth it brought with it. Afterall, being born in a super rich family, she had all the luxuries at her door step. She was born with a golden spoon with diamonds studded all over. She could have studied in any school and university in the world. And yet her father had chosen to send her to the vedic high school just on the outskirts of the Jaisingpur. “You’ll learn life.” He had told her. And now she was about to learn travelling in a public transport, walk 3 miles and learn hiking in a heavy down pour. It was already making her sick. Continue reading

Z1: Red & White

This is the first story in the ‘Z’ category. It will have seven parts. I request for patience and hope it is liked

The trumpet band was blowing in full force. On both sides of the street he could see people cheering up every ‘jhaki’ moving ahead. They had turned out in large numbers. Some of them were waving the Indian flag. It was a memorable day for Aravinda. He had never watched a republic day parade ever in his life. He remembered how much his father wanted him to and how he gave it a miss every year on 26th January. It was a national holiday and he always believed in using it to play cricket the whole day with his friends. He never thought one day he will be walking down this road himself, taking the guard of honour and a medal from the president. It was a day ‘vinda’ was never to forget. Continue reading

New Brand of Stories

20 love stories and I feel I have done enough justice to the ‘romantic’ me. It is not time to explore the ‘story teller’ me. So I’m starting a new brand of stories under category, err… well it goes uncharacterised. Because there are so many varied ideas inside my brain. It is difficult to exactly name the genre. Plus the stories will be complex and not necessarily short.

Anyway, so as a result I’m going to prefix the stories with ‘Z’ and they will be classified under ‘story time’. First story coming up shortly. I hope you like it.    🙂

Max and the art of Story Telling

Love stories have been getting good response on my blog lately. The statistics say that at least 3-4 stories are being read by different people every day. Some of them have also asked if I wrote their stories. Some of them have actually asked me to write their stories as well. The story coming up will be one such.

Frankly speaking, when I started telling stories, I never expected such a response. I told stories and discussed other topics the way I wanted. Readers liked it and made them popular. Lot of people ask me how to write an interesting blog. Well, there are two way. You can either attract controversy or you can attract an audience. As far as story telling goes, there are following five golden rules. If you follow them, you too can write good stories.

  1. It is the narration. Lot of others might tell you that a good theme is a back bone of the story. Well it is, but then a good narration is then the nervous system. It is important for you to build your story properly. Every sentence should lead to another. The reader should crave for more… want to jump to the last para, yet be interested in every word of it. If you fail to do that, even a good theme might go waste.
  2. A good theme, as I said, is the back bone of the story. Normally you can not say which theme is a good theme. It is really a subjective matter. I’d advise you to select some thing that is closer to your heart. Then make sure you make the reader connect with it. Taking a cue from your own personal experiences is usually a good idea.
  3. Introduction is another important aspect. Introduce your characters  well. Give good importance in describing how they are, how they look and a little bit about their past. After all a good movie with unpopular actors seldom works at the box office. The reader needs to identify himself with the character. So give the important ones a good weightage.
  4. The build up to the main theme of the story is another very important aspect. Spend some time imagining the whole story inside your mind. Repeat the sequences and rearrange them if required. Some times you might want to start from a point and then go back to the past. Good idea, but make sure you keep all the strings attached. Spend time on details building up to the plot. Add dialogues wherever you can.
  5. All well that ends well. Believe me, I find this as the most difficult part to handle. Almost all the stories I start do not end well. By that I dont mean they dont end happily. It is not a compulsion to end your story on a good note. But it has to end on a conclusive note. Either it has to end the argument you started or it has to lead to another so that a part two can come up. Disjointed ends normally make a bad story.

So thats about it. With these 5 tips, it is me Mayur signing off. Look out for a brand new true story. 🙂