Thursday, 12 July 2012

suddenly(6)-life's not bad in maths

......when deep in his weird thoughts.....his sixth sense sensing trouble but eyes owning none-------'CRINGTRING' the BELL RANG!....he hurriedly walked passed the hallway and looked through the glass hole.......in seconds his mind cleared of all weirdness, he was immediately relaxed and his lips gave way an instant smile.Estella was here.He opened the door hurriedly returning from the frenzy.She squeezed through the door almost immediately and banged it behind her.She looked tensed."LOCK IT LOCK IT",she said pointing to the night latch and bolt........then she ran into the house as if to find the darkest corners......saying "they're here........David they're here!oh GOD"..........
David felt a sudden shudder and then recovered.He locked every possible thing and followed into the same room as her.Finding her crippled in a corner like a child he embraced her....."calm down.....look here....."
Her wet eyes as innocent as ever looked into his not too soon, her lips still trembling and hands shaking.
"Look here nothings going to happen......i won't let any of us be hurt....but u need to tell me something so i can do something".....

A loud knock was heard on the door.She shrieked "they're here!the police......they will kill us!", once again returning to her fit.The door was being thrashed now.It would crash open anytime he thought.He swiftly got up and went to the next room.Estella hadn't noticed him go once she had she was crying even harder.He appeared at once......his hands caressing the silver sides of an elegant handgun or more popularly known as pistol.Her sacred eyes lay wide open as she stared at it and David looked just chilled out with it......as if it was a daily affair.He approached the surprised girl.....she had stopped weeping and the door had gone silent.David thought 'they' were trying in some other way and soon on being unsuccessful they'd be back banging the door.She stared at him and suddenly said "will u kill me?".David laughed out "u?hw could i........the gun would backfire!it's ethical u see.....and it'd pain less the other way".....then he sat down beside her "this is to kill anyone who tries to hurt u......and u will remain blameless.....i take charge of the murders!"....he looked at her.She gasped,"oh ofcourse not i'm not leaving u alone!i'm staying with you."
She was slowly gaining consciousness.She slid her hand over his "can i take it?".
"What?",he said
"The gun?"....
"oh!yes...sure" passing on the gun a little disappointed.
"how do you use it?"
"yeah!just be careful it's loaded.......just be strong while u hold it so the reaction doesn't get you and u've got to keep it from changing direction while firing......".....he got up and stood at it's nozzle...."here demonstrate it.....hold it straight".
Then suddenly the trigger fired and a bloody body lay on the ground still conscious.
The door was banged again.
"they should not get u.......be careful.....just......" as his words got unclear.
Moments later the room was being inspected.....the police, CIA ... every place was being photographed!
The CIA head shaking hands with a fine lady........her hair bristled against her shoulder,the sparkling eyes,the ankles having small little Indian jewellery tied neatly(they belonged to her mother) .
Some part of the conversation that Brustle Smith heard was
CIA head "You just wiped him out?"
lady "yes!specially the impression my fingers might have left at work!i'm a finger person"she winked as she
slyly hint the wiping of her fingerprints from the gun.
wait!u don't know who Brustle Smith is?Why my!........you just saw him so many times......the person who gave David that weird feeling.....y the odd snake charmer,the guitarist.... ;)
He called out to the lady "when are u coming......Magdin dear!do u still have the mind to marry me?.......the engagement's today then i suppose"
She smiled at him......as she turned if David would have been there he'd have called her near him as "Dear Estella".........
She gave that gentle fall for her smile as she took leave of their boss and joined Brustle Smith and glided away.The events remained unnoticed in this part pf the street......it was never discovered how this murder was done.But what could be found out was......David yet again an impostor of  'Octen Stevens'-the primary gang leader in north America.....the police believed his contacts stretched out to terrorist gangs and maybe Bin Laden but there was no virtual proof.Years back he had gone underground and had eventually emerged as a completely changed personality.......carried his job as an impostor throughout America,committed innumerable murders.......and looted banks with their gang name as threat.The last person seen with him was a lady CIA agent-Magdin Frances.Now let me tell you she's the most efficient CIA agent and has max no of successful cases.She had the genetic traits that always concealed her age.She was 20 and could look like anything between 15 to upwards.She had taken up schooling of course under special permission and joined the classes for a 6month when she formed the base for her parents and the right home.Then the drama began and the fly trapped.
The bright halls were painted white and  Brustle Smith's house was a mansion.The curtains laid down.The rings were exchanged and she heard a silent whisper "I'd be there next time.....wedding you.right?",the shadowy figure of David said.She waved him away from her mind........hoping what she heard would be true and she'd not be the CIA next time....... .





Sunday, 8 July 2012

apology

guys i'm really sorry suddenly was taking a good shoot and it's it's on the verge of unravelling.I'm down with fever and wl deliver the plot asap.sorry for the inconvenience.i only want to give it the best output.so i guess u'l wait won't u?........till then get acquainted with the chars. thoroughly so that u don't flip back.keep checking........till then i'll put down a poem



The wild eyes so red so cold.......so weary
those slumber heavy lids drifted to allow the sun;
for it was cursed in the body it sought
refuge was taxable;

The hands clasped the bedspread
in pain of the visiting virus;
the feet they felt retarded
and refused to move a shore;

The feeble hands striving to get up
forcing every bit;
not just because it is ill
but because it was given the licence to rest,
Yet the pee statement made it impossible;

Lush green grass in the lawn outside
beckoned my sole to play in it;
My weary self was tired of the
permitted rest.......it wanted a move
to make a change!

The horrid apple wouldn't keep
the doc away......
and he wouldn't let me be away!

apology apology
to the outside;
for i must rest to get back
to that cheerful me;



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