The message I received -
Time: Till 7 at Thane stn. From there we will go to CST. Money max 300, 100 for Abhishek. Stay at Pratik's place. Who all are
coming? Confirmed (Vinayak,Satish,Pratik,Navin,Abhijeet,Jagdish,abhishek) This is last year, do come.
Dad: "Why don't you stay at home and have your new year?"
Dad's stupid son: "No. All of them are going to be there and I have to. I'll be coming in the morning as early as possible."
And, I left my place in the evening and reached Thane much earlier than I was supposed to be. Satish called me to get Mayur, and naturally I didn't. Mayur called me, and after much trying to locate the co-ordinates we met at the local ticket counter.
"Why are you carrying a bag?", Mayur was puzzled. I didn't respond. Meanwhile, Satish was on his way to Thane, I went to get some Sinarest tablets, as I was very sure of my nose going red that day; unfortunately the chemist was selling full strip. I didn't buy it.
When I returned, Satish looked rejuvenated for the new year's eve. He took a steep look, "Did you sell your books today?"
"Nah..I got money. 100"
"Huh..?"
Vinayak managed to pull up in time. It was really good to see someone else with a bag too.We boarded the very next train to CST. As I was the last person to get into the train, I didn't find a place. That was disappointing when others did. I cornered myself and finally found a place to sit- my favorite double wall corner window. For unknown reasons, I was dull that day. Messaged few people, and surprisingly cell didn't vibrate in time. Having removed my cords, I plug them to listen to Nymphetamine, and ducked my head on my bag. Calm Sleep. And, all I remembered was loud beating of drums, and constant melodious stroke of guitar, and we reached CST.
Woke up with cords still plugged in my ears, I realized clock must has skipped few hours. People had been waiting long. Owl's night was up. Nikhil was dude that day. (If you read this!)
Suddenly, wind went live and brought chillness in the bones.Road was busy with foreigners,locals, wanderers and seekers. Had our rats satiated, we headed to Gateway of India. None knew the exact road, but all of them tried leading the herd. The place had tight security with officials, guards and uniform people whom I didn't manage to recognize. I couldn't really understand the point behind putting such security after the 26/11 incident has already happened. If it were to happen again, why would they choose 31/12? Just to be in Limca BOR? Anyway, this made me feel good. If I die, Meraj will die too.! That was good. That was merrily really good.
GOI was still the same as it was. Yet, going to that place feels good.The structure being built to commemorate King George V's visit, we people go there. That's good! One thing the herd lacked was a photographer. And, a camera too.!
1) Why does Vinayak carry such a beautiful device with no battery?
2) Why doesn't Vinayak know how to operate it?
Anyway, one who owns a bat doesn't necessarily mean he can bat.
We had people. We had beautiful structure behind us. And, we got homo sapiens sapiens' brains to conceive poses; all in total vain.
I called all the lovers of food -especially chicken. Or anything else, roasted or baked and salted, if properly. We went to Bade Miyan. That place was sick with people. Like an epidemic of humans over there. Get a place to dine- No chance!
Still couldn't imagine how can a stall can reap off to that extent.?! We had our food packed and decided to have it at Marine Drive possibly, if that could happen to happen. And, all were wolves at 10 in the night. That's it. No sooner did we walk few steps, the packet was opened. We devoured that dainty delicious
thing. I didn't even have the slightest idea what I was eating, but it did have egg. The saddest thing was I was the last person in group of four to know the packet was opened, and after that some more people went sad. Sadder than me. It was all licked up.
And, who opened it? Meraj. [Sala..]
Earlier that night, Meraj stepped on a woman. And, reason being practicing voyeurism in public. Everyone else did, but it was Meraj who stepped.
[Meraj should be hanged till rotten.Done!]
Not more than a mile, we found a place for snacks. Kind of hotel. And, closest to it was a bus stop. There! We had our food. All packets opened. Who would wait for Marine Drive? The clock- 12. When in hunger, devour. People looked at us, but they surely missed the taste.
Two of us vegetarian, Mayur and Pratik. The only saddest part of being a vegetarian is a non-vegetarian can eat veg. They were looted.
And, we reached Marine Drive. The place was calm, only to go live at 12. Splendid fireworks at every stroke of an hour illuminated the dark sky. We sat there and had some time. Some talks. Still didn't figure out why Meraj laughed and no one else did. [Meraj should be hanged till rotten] Then we moved in, earliest possible time, to get the best view, and to reach nearest station in time. People flocked at a place to sneak at the disco at some prestigious hotel. Hotel construction builders on intent made dance rooms transparent. At least it was transparent from the road side. I didn't had any interest to stand and look at the women in black dresses dancing, but I did show some interest just to make my mates feel accompanied. Seriously. I was dull as I said.
[Sacchhi..!]
And, it was 12. Nothing was up in the sky. No clock. No count down. People were confused - is it 12 or is it 5 to 12? Sooner it was 12.02. we greeted and howled. That was voice of 1/1/11. That was good and loud.! Everyone called up their family and relatives, friends. And, some more emotional stuff. Though I had best of network coverage, I didn't call anyone, except my brother. And, holy disappointment, he asked me where I was. I said, "Haunted night.Happy nightmares.Bye."
And, I remember Navin saying not to see a fight on new year day when I was so deeply interested in foul words people were exchanging.
"...Year goes bad if you see a fight.."
We had to rush to nearest station because we would be definitely missing the last local to Vashi. We passed Marine lines, and came back to Marine lines. That was stupid. We manage to quicken things up, and luckily there was a special local running that day for vashi.
We boarded the train, and there it happened. But, I was the last person to know about it. I was standing alone at the other door, when it happened.
The drunk fellow almost fell between the train and platform. He slipped, and as his body hung up in air, luckily Navin caught his hand. Meraj lost his state. Mayur somehow helped that man by grabbing the other hand and they pulled that person out of running train. That was NDE..Near death experience!! The person was almost dead.
Meraj regained his state.
The drunk guy had his temple struck, mentally. It was for the first time I saw that NDE can certainly bring a person out of hangover when nothing else can.
Numb.
Mayur, strongly superstitious guy, believes year will go rocking. We had a call from Trupti. She was excited. Well, no one knows why she always is! "...Happy new year girl.."
We changed local at some station.I was lost in vapors of undefined state.And, I remember putting my bag on the upper 'whatever'. Putting in the cords, I was asleep again near the door with some music playing at the background. Meraj said I looked drunk when I wasn't. Trust me.
Train kicked up pace fast. I looked at my bag at Mankhurd, and thought of taking it at Vashi when I will get down.
Lazy.
But, it's not my fault. It's hereditary.
While getting down, I remember Vinayak talking to me. We stepped down, and the train left the station.
In the ground way, Navin asked me about my bag. Here's the list that flashed in 2 secs-
> Oh! I left my bag in the train.
> Oh! I'm dead.
> Okay. Navin must have taken it. Navin is a good friend of mine.
> Oh! He hasn't.
> Oh! I'm dead again.
> Sala Navin.
We rushed back to platform, but train had gone. We went to Railway police station. That man from my native was very helpful, apparently. I said I had some documents, and some cash-1000. He gave me an advice. Then, advices. Meanwhile, the train and my bag was getting further from me. Seconds and Seconds. I wonder why trains run so fast.!
The man had the train checked at Belapur, and asked us to wait. They said they didn't find it. That was shocking. And, amusing too. If I would have said it had 5000 cash, at least police could have taken pains to have the train checked really. Later, we found it was Panvel-3 train.
Meraj decided we should leave for Panvel. That was good move for two reasons- Meraj had always wanted a night out on road. And, I've never been to Panvel.Nerul down even. And, hopefully we'll find the bag.
We boarded the last train running that night to Panvel, and we knew we could only get back the following morning. The journey was painful and beautiful. Consolingly, Meraj tried, if not lifting my morale, but not letting it go down. Meraj's
good at it I must say,[Sach me..], when I was tensed, but not sad. No, definitely not sad.
Meraj: "..Things have happened good earlier,we have done good this year. So we'll hopefully find your bag.."
I knew that wasn't really going to happen. My luck when I need it, it brings its fellow companion- Unluck.
We reached Panvel at 2 in the night. That place was good, and is. We found a train on halt next to platform we descended, and we didn't know for sure whether it was the same train in which I lost my bag, but we had it checked thoroughly.
We looked for train number- Panvel 3. But, we didn't find it.
Then, I looked at the platform number- it was 3. That's it. It was Panvel 3. Adrenaline rush. We had already checked the train. Getting it confirmed from the motorman, we checked it again. I didn't find the bag.
We reported to railway police station if someone with a halo on his, or probably her, head must have submitted it. But, no luck.
The man asked to report it down. There went the list -
ATM Card
Driving License
Railway Pass till FEB
ID Card (with old cell no. Sad.)
PAN Card
And yea, 2600 cash, T-shirt and pant,and other accessories like pens, and stuff (Which I didn't tell him). Pen drives- 4+2 GB too.
And, I also documented wrong cell number. I was completely out of state. That was stupid of me. Meraj knew my number doesn't start with 9, it starts with 7.
But, he didn't say anything. [Meraj should be hanged till rotten.]
There.! I lost my bag.Finally, I realized it that I have lost it for sure.
We had coffee. Bizarre. Not because I lost my bag, but it was dripped out of Nescafe and tasted like goat's milk.
[I haven't tasted the goat's milk. But, surely it would taste like that coffee.]
No trains till morning. We had a relief now. Enough of running. We sat down to have talks. And then, it was all forgotten. The bag,
the incident. We continued with talking stuff, which weren't really depressing, rather was very interesting. [Meraj, love you!]
I did ask Meraj to go to Sweksha's place. It was only 3 a.m . He denied. That was depressing too, but he had sense.
I lost my senses earlier, six of them.
We stayed there all night. And, checked the train once more. Still the bag wasn't there. And, stupid people believe in stupid miracles.
What that book is? - Holy Bible.!
We left Panvel in the morning, and reached Vashi. That was refreshing morning of 1/1/11. Cold like hell.
Called up Pratik to take us home.And, he did. Nice guy. Bike. Chilling Cold.
Satish was asleep, and other people were watching some movie when we got up there. Suddenly, they paused. And, I wondered why did they pause- to hear story, eh? And, I was looking for food. They kept it for us. I did manage to see beer cans, empty beer cans to be precise. That was again depressing. I ate the my part, chicken again, but nothing like Bade Miyan. I ate Meraj's part too.
Satish looked stoned.
Then, somehow I devised a detailed plan while I was roaming alone in the room aisle, and others were sleeping. People helped me with money. They contributed. Suprisingly, Nikhil contributed the highest. Good healthy sum.Plan was to buy formals and go home, that Meraj had shared earlier that night. So, that doesn't need explanation where did money go.
We left Pratik's place early in the morning. Funny thing that happened was Mayur got locked up in Pratik's room, when all of us were down. Luckily, Mayur keeps a mobile, and he called Pratik to get him out. That was funny, indeed.
Others went home. They were really supportive that day, but all went home. Sad.
Pratik and I went to Student Book Depot in Vashi, and sold some books to get more money. I bought some formals. That was fun too, because it took me more than an hour at the shop.
And, I finally was on my way to home. Massacre waiting there. That's really difficult when you know it's going to be massacre,and still you have to go to that place. Just because it's home- where one lives.
And, I was making plan, rehearsing what should I tell to mom. And, more importantly what I shouldn't.
When I reached home, my brother, who out of no sense in normal times, asked me about my bag. Mom was on the terrace. I rushed upstairs, and I told her- I lost my bag. Her eyes went wide open like my mouth went wide open when I devour Bade Miyan.
Mom didn't ask about the money because I brought home formals - the money was given to me for formals.
With some hither thither, I took water on my own.I put Aaj Tak on tv.No shouting at mother for Live India. That day I taught my brother some Integration stuff. I was being nice. I tried to be. Within one hour, every thing went normal. And, my mom laughed. Laughed hard at me.
"..Jarur wo sunnewala kaan mein dal ke gana sunn raha hoga.. isliye kho diya bag..tu na.."
I couldn't even nodded. It was the truth.! I smiled sheepishly.
My mom is cool. She promised she won't tell my dad that very day. Maybe sometime later she will. And, I went to sleep, though I never sleep in the afternoon. Never. But, that day I slept.
When I woke up, papa asked me about what happened to my bag.
And, I went - 'MY MOM IS NOT COOL..' !! I gave her stern look. And, she laughed. "..ab bhugto.. bag kaise ghuma diya bata.. ?"
Dad was furious, but didn't even shout, or thrash me. He was mad at me because I was careless.
But, that's not my fault. That's hereditary.
It's been long time now. All I have now is Vashi to Panvel (return) railway ticket dated 1/1/11.
Panvel was fun.!
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PS:
Deer reader, if you are the one who has accidentally stolen my bag, then poke me on - http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/abhishekplays
Meraj, don't take above shit to heart. I love you! And, always will :D
You're fantastic companion, you 'try' to soothe people. Nice! Nice!
And, someday I'll return your 350 Rs that you have contributed. And, I also take this place to let you know the money that was supposed to be given to you, I have bought memory card. Yuhu!
Live in agony deer..!!
Thanks people for reading.! Thanks people for helping.! Thanks people for making 1/1/11 memorable. :-)
Haunted night people!
And, I hope my parents don't land up on this page. Or my brother.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Friday, March 19, 2010
Cry of graveyard- A lady, a man and an axe.
His shadow got dimmer, for not a man to be seen
Looking up to the dull moon, his night refused to mean.
Walking these long lonely hours, the teary road wouldn't end
Darker the night grew, longer the road went, it wouldn't even wend.
With slithering steps for an eager escape, he walked each longer hour
Lost her beauty in times, the old lady silently stood afar.
Struck with fear, to see the old lady with an axe
He doubted the reason, her smile would even last.
"Old boy, if you could help me with my grave?"
Contended by her spirits, she had desired for her meaningful death.
Not a distance more, she took him to a place
Encircled by the white pebbles, she had marked the silent grave.
Surrendered to her appeal, he knew not he had solely agreed
He toiled the earth, more with easy hands that knead.
Never he turned around, to see if she was dead
Now, again the road wouldn't end, the darkness wouldn't fade.
Long hours still passed never quickly, he got nearly fagged
His path suddenly lit up, a flying car stalled dead.
Beauty is a drug, she was divinely made,
"Hike my journey, I can't stand the pain anymore fed" [man said]
Into the car, he bequeathed his life
His throat went sore, there lied an axe.
The lady smiled, "Someone dug a grave for a life"
The car spanged its wheels, then he got to breathe.
Luck by his side, the lady swirled her car
The road now started to wend, many turns and yet no far.
He saw the shinning light, the day now meant
Finally, the car stopped, he saw a few good men.
Not a while ago, he had been to this place
Not a distance more, there lied the old woman's dress.
He knew a lot, but yet so blissful ignorance
The hunters of lives, they were all sinful felons.
He pitied his life, not even a chance anymore
"Cast me away please, I desire to live more."
The few good men chained him to unmoved
Never seen a beauty, so demonized to be so rude.
Swinging her axe, the lady had devoured
Yet another dead,
Yet another added,
To the cry of graveyard.
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City news: "Yet another missing in the woods. Abhishek, who lived in 202, drowning street, is reported to be missing 18 hours ago."
Looking up to the dull moon, his night refused to mean.
Walking these long lonely hours, the teary road wouldn't end
Darker the night grew, longer the road went, it wouldn't even wend.
With slithering steps for an eager escape, he walked each longer hour
Lost her beauty in times, the old lady silently stood afar.
Struck with fear, to see the old lady with an axe
He doubted the reason, her smile would even last.
"Old boy, if you could help me with my grave?"
Contended by her spirits, she had desired for her meaningful death.
Not a distance more, she took him to a place
Encircled by the white pebbles, she had marked the silent grave.
Surrendered to her appeal, he knew not he had solely agreed
He toiled the earth, more with easy hands that knead.
Never he turned around, to see if she was dead
Now, again the road wouldn't end, the darkness wouldn't fade.
Long hours still passed never quickly, he got nearly fagged
His path suddenly lit up, a flying car stalled dead.
Beauty is a drug, she was divinely made,
"Hike my journey, I can't stand the pain anymore fed" [man said]
Into the car, he bequeathed his life
His throat went sore, there lied an axe.
The lady smiled, "Someone dug a grave for a life"
The car spanged its wheels, then he got to breathe.
Luck by his side, the lady swirled her car
The road now started to wend, many turns and yet no far.
He saw the shinning light, the day now meant
Finally, the car stopped, he saw a few good men.
Not a while ago, he had been to this place
Not a distance more, there lied the old woman's dress.
He knew a lot, but yet so blissful ignorance
The hunters of lives, they were all sinful felons.
He pitied his life, not even a chance anymore
"Cast me away please, I desire to live more."
The few good men chained him to unmoved
Never seen a beauty, so demonized to be so rude.
Swinging her axe, the lady had devoured
Yet another dead,
Yet another added,
To the cry of graveyard.
..........................................................................................
City news: "Yet another missing in the woods. Abhishek, who lived in 202, drowning street, is reported to be missing 18 hours ago."
Monday, March 1, 2010
Wish
A time ago, I looked up to the mighty sky,
Been wondering why cant I live up there high.
Hanging with the hooks of heaven,
Isn't this what bats have proven?
Senile I sound, but true by my heart,
Hither thither, I will hunt only in the night.
Eerie, fear and dark; I could be 'em all,
King, please consent me, I want to be a bat once and all.
Been wondering why cant I live up there high.
Hanging with the hooks of heaven,
Isn't this what bats have proven?
Senile I sound, but true by my heart,
Hither thither, I will hunt only in the night.
Eerie, fear and dark; I could be 'em all,
King, please consent me, I want to be a bat once and all.
Friday, February 19, 2010
And, the murderer still lives ....
"A robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm."
Industrial robots operate in the secured barrier where they've been programmed to have them separated from human. But, this doesn't guarantee that all will. Back in 1950, a famous sci-fi author Issac Asimov set down the 'The laws of Robotics' , a series of rules. One of them, most importantly, was 'thou shall not kill' . This pushes us back to certain unanswerable questions - Who's responsible if a robot kills someone? Are there legal proceedings if an autonomous machines are responsible for the killings? Who's responsible- the guy who designed it?
History has always witnessed the exceptions that positively had defied the rules. Kenji Urada, a maintenance worker at the Kawasaki plant in Akeiski, Japan, is supposedly the first person to be killed by a robot. Kenji failed to turn off the robot, and the robot mistook the poor man for an industrial component and accidentally pushed him into a grinding machine with its hydraulic arm. He died at the age of 37 in 1981.
In May 1987, a canadian Therac-25 computer was installed for the treatment for cancer patients by radioactive therapy. What may have come to computer, it increased the dosage by hundred times. The patients died of fatal dose, rather brutally murdered. The hospital sued the software company.
1979: A 25-year-old Ford Motor assembly line worker is killed on the job in a Flat Rock, Michigan, casting plant. He died instantly when the robot’s arm slammed him as he was gathering parts in a storage facility, where the robot also retrieved parts. Williams’ family was later awarded $10 million in damages. The jury agreed the robot struck him in the head because of a lack of safety measures, including one that would sound an alarm if the robot was near.
A Swedish company has been fined 25,000 kronor ($3,000) this April after a malfunctioning robot attacked and almost killed one of its workers at a factory north of Stockholm.
These have potentially raised up a legal implications. How reliable does a robot have to be before we trust it to do a human's job? Would you want to live in a home that monitored your movements and called for help if you didn't take your medicine?
If we can't resolve all these things about who's responsible, who's charged if there's an accident and also who should have stopped it, we deny ourselves the benefit of using this stuff.
Randy Samuels, a Silicon Techtronics programmer, was indicted on charges of manslaughter in the famous killer robot case. Samuels wrote the flawed software that caused a Silicon Techtronics Robbie CX30 industrial robot to crush and fatally injure its operator, Bart Matthews.
The case of 'Suicide Robot' : A elderly person from Australia, aged 81, has killed himself by a programmed robot. This incident happened in March, 2008 when he programmed a robot to shoot him in the head after building the machine from plans downloaded from the internet.
He connected his .22 semi-automatic pistol loaded with bullets to complex machine that implemented jigsaw power tool.
Certainly, this isn't a case where the technology has to be criticized like the earlier ones, but a technology has been used. If a robot could be programmed to kill oneself, how about I launching one to kill you? Added to it, you can't sue an unknown person for that; an effete law can't punish the robot either.
The victim's family have a chance of claiming the compensation from a software company under the Consumer Protection Act. That would be a quite earning. Company law specialists say 'victims won't have to establish fault, they only have to prove a causal link between the injury suffered and a defect in the product'. Is money the stance if someone gets killed or injured by a computer foul up?
References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Williams_%28robot_fatality%29#Potential_problems
http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/blog/2009/aug/19/autonomous-machines-systems-report
Industrial robots operate in the secured barrier where they've been programmed to have them separated from human. But, this doesn't guarantee that all will. Back in 1950, a famous sci-fi author Issac Asimov set down the 'The laws of Robotics' , a series of rules. One of them, most importantly, was 'thou shall not kill' . This pushes us back to certain unanswerable questions - Who's responsible if a robot kills someone? Are there legal proceedings if an autonomous machines are responsible for the killings? Who's responsible- the guy who designed it?
History has always witnessed the exceptions that positively had defied the rules. Kenji Urada, a maintenance worker at the Kawasaki plant in Akeiski, Japan, is supposedly the first person to be killed by a robot. Kenji failed to turn off the robot, and the robot mistook the poor man for an industrial component and accidentally pushed him into a grinding machine with its hydraulic arm. He died at the age of 37 in 1981.
In May 1987, a canadian Therac-25 computer was installed for the treatment for cancer patients by radioactive therapy. What may have come to computer, it increased the dosage by hundred times. The patients died of fatal dose, rather brutally murdered. The hospital sued the software company.
1979: A 25-year-old Ford Motor assembly line worker is killed on the job in a Flat Rock, Michigan, casting plant. He died instantly when the robot’s arm slammed him as he was gathering parts in a storage facility, where the robot also retrieved parts. Williams’ family was later awarded $10 million in damages. The jury agreed the robot struck him in the head because of a lack of safety measures, including one that would sound an alarm if the robot was near.
A Swedish company has been fined 25,000 kronor ($3,000) this April after a malfunctioning robot attacked and almost killed one of its workers at a factory north of Stockholm.
These have potentially raised up a legal implications. How reliable does a robot have to be before we trust it to do a human's job? Would you want to live in a home that monitored your movements and called for help if you didn't take your medicine?
If we can't resolve all these things about who's responsible, who's charged if there's an accident and also who should have stopped it, we deny ourselves the benefit of using this stuff.
Randy Samuels, a Silicon Techtronics programmer, was indicted on charges of manslaughter in the famous killer robot case. Samuels wrote the flawed software that caused a Silicon Techtronics Robbie CX30 industrial robot to crush and fatally injure its operator, Bart Matthews.
The case of 'Suicide Robot' : A elderly person from Australia, aged 81, has killed himself by a programmed robot. This incident happened in March, 2008 when he programmed a robot to shoot him in the head after building the machine from plans downloaded from the internet.
He connected his .22 semi-automatic pistol loaded with bullets to complex machine that implemented jigsaw power tool.
Certainly, this isn't a case where the technology has to be criticized like the earlier ones, but a technology has been used. If a robot could be programmed to kill oneself, how about I launching one to kill you? Added to it, you can't sue an unknown person for that; an effete law can't punish the robot either.
The victim's family have a chance of claiming the compensation from a software company under the Consumer Protection Act. That would be a quite earning. Company law specialists say 'victims won't have to establish fault, they only have to prove a causal link between the injury suffered and a defect in the product'. Is money the stance if someone gets killed or injured by a computer foul up?
References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Williams_%28robot_fatality%29#Potential_problems
http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/blog/2009/aug/19/autonomous-machines-systems-report
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
The distinctive murder case, Discerton.
It was weary night for Reny. He switched on the telly, grabbed a can of beer, and was busy switching the channels. It was chilly cold out there; the town of Discerton had seen some considerable fall in temperature over the days. News was flooded with increasing number of criminal activities in recent times. His day in the office was terribly bad, rather ugly. He had lost his co-worker, who was apparently a good friend of him over the years. It wasn't the case of death due to some fatal or chronic illness; it was a clean murder. Murder for no absolute reason, as it seemed.
Raelin was busy with her books, trying to make up the craft work which she had to come up with next week. "Papa, why craft has to be so laborious?"
Reny had consumed all his attention to the news- criminal acts in Discerton, but managed to respond her only daughter with a smile.
Raelin was still furious with the craft art, sticky gum, and blunt blade which was supposed to be used as folder. She continued, "Papa, these days I think I'm controlled by someone. I get this feeling that there's someone who's telling me to do something and I do them, without any hitch or neither I can refrain them. It just an impulsive order that I can't resist, I believe. Are you even listening, dad ?"
"Yes, love. You know what happens when some goes to a theater nearby with her papa to see a psychological thriller- Secret Window, and when .."
"So you think it's that movie, which I never really understood. You think I'm going obsessed."
Reny turned away and continued switching the channels.
Couple of days later, Reny was in his office, which was crowded with workers and they hustled from one corner to the other. The office seemed busier and more active than it used to be. Interrogation cell was being set up and cops had marked the murder site as restricted with yellow tapes and red pillars. The body was already taken for the necropsy a day before. Cops were not among the people who were inside the cell, and actively occupied with the investigation. The law enforcement agency, criminal investigation department of Discerton (CIDD) , had taken up the lead in the investigation. Local people call them 'Men with ears to hear and hands to shoot' .
Reny was called inside. They had some usual gender, 'what we all know', and blame allocations questions, followed up by the list of suspects and their claims and views.
The man, next to the extreme left, inquired, "So, you were on the project- Blan's research - with him some months ago, and then this project did come as a profitable move for the company. Right Mr. Hump?"
Reny took a while and answered, "Yes, It did. The company had made some..."
Reny was cut in the middle by the same man and he continued with dissatisfying look, "You had a wife ? "
"Yes I've, few months ago we parted."
"Why Mr hump?"
"She had an extra-marital affair, which I couldn't stand. Raelin, my daughter, lives with me."
"Divorced? "
"No, not yet. She lives with her brother."
After what seemed like stringent procedures, he was allowed to leave.
The office's editorial section chief Gren Skater was called inside. He had some complications with the person who was murdered, and was also demoted once because of unethical office and business practices.
Later that night, when Reny was at home he got a call from Raelin's school. The principal of the school was on line -
"But, Mr Hump, your daughter needs a doctor. She stabbed her bench partner's hand with a pointed pencil, not only once but more than 6 times. We cannot tolerate such insane behaviors. The girl has been admitted in the hospital, and cannot even bend her wrist...."
Reny remained stuck with shock. He looked in the aisle, where Raelin was doing some craft-work.
Few days later, Reny was waiting for the psychiatrist in a room.
"Mr Hump, later that night, you said that your daughter once told you she was controlled by someone- which she claims she can't resist. It's a serious case, Mr Hump. I've diagnosed your daughter, and the case looks like a psychological disorder. Bipolar disorder, or even mood disorder could be the reason, which is characterized by one or more manic or mixed depressive episodes. We can't exactly relate the state to hypomania or even mood disorder, but by conscious and experimental reading of her mental state, to your words I can explain that, this girl suffers from a mental disorder wherein a human brain is controlled by certain mood illness, and the body is subjected to do whatever mind says it to do. Presumably, such cases are prevalent in psychological disorder - Psychosis, where they experience hallucinations and/or delusions that they believe are real. "
"You infer my daughter is schizophrenic. Is that what you say, doctor? "
"This isn't the case of schizophrenia, your daughter has merely seen the world. She's thirteen, now. She enters a state and commits some acts, possibly insane acts, and comes back in normal state, but doesn't absolutely remember what happened. Nothing actually.
Mr Hump, if you believe me, your daughter needs an urgent treatment. She can be cured by some careful means. There's a care unit in Discerton, which takes in mentally.. "
He paused, and then continued, "unstable people. She's at least able enough to say that she was controlled; people don't even know that they're being controlled by their own mental state. People can't even relate what happened when they had their last abnormal state. Such disorder is no pain, but affects the society. "
Reny perspired in awe of pain, he loved her daughter. He hardly could take any of those statements.
Next day was Friday, Reny was at home on his reclining chair, sipping the early morning tea. Raelin wasn't at the school. She was playing outside in the backyard, when Reny heard some strange unusual, but peculiar sound. He hurried up there, passing down the aisle, went over in the kitchen and opened the back door. To his shock, Raelin had a knife in her hand, and she hadn't noticed her father.
She was stabbing their pet dog, Rufy, who was tied to an edge, with the knife in her hand. The dog cried in the pain. Reny rushed to stop her, he noticed that her daughter's eyes were blood red, her hands quivered and she was sweaty by her face. It was too late to react, the dog died. He managed to snatch the knife from her, and her daughter, regaining her state, was in utter shock to see her hands red with blood. She cuddled her father and asked, "Papa, What happened? You see it's controlling me. What happened to our dog? "
Reny was more moist and affected now than he was at the neurological diagnosis center.
Reny found out the place that doctor has suggested for Raelin. He admitted her daughter in the treatment center, and his eyes couldn't believe the state the girl was in. That was terribly sad for a father; she was the only person he used to live and talk with.
Next morning didn't bring him any good, he was informed that Mr Glunt had been murdered last night, who lived couple of blocks away from the Reny's house. Reny was sad for the demise of a known friend, but headed towards his office as CIDD had called for an investigation. The office was more live than it was before, the people covered all over the places. They all waited for the report after the necropsy, that would provide them with the details.
Reny had just moved in and he saw a man had centered the stage, and with male rough-cut voice, he continued what he was saying, ".. report says that he wasn't poisoned, neither suffered illness. He was first stabbed in his chest with a pen-knife to complete immobility, and then the murderer stabbed his left eye with a pen, and finally strangled him by telephone wires to death.."
Reny couldn't believe such words, and remained unmoved and frozen.
The man continued, "....while this incident took place in the dark aisle around the office's board room, the incident went unnoticed. We have things to ponder on, and we're waiting for the bureau to provide us with forensics details. We have list of suspected people, that we may...."
Reny filled in some forms and answered a few more questions, followed up by a check and finger-prints scan. Then, he went home.
Later that night, Reny was on his chair, trying to produce the things in his mind that had occurred in recent phases and affected him. The events after events relayed in, he started missing her daughter, and then came along the moments with his wife. He started to sweat now, and eyes going dull.
He remembered how he used to be happy with his wife, and then one day he discovered that his wife was having an illicit affair with a local guy. This had already maddened him, and continued to do so, he grabbed a can with the other hand, right hand, and drank it in one shot. Picked a few more, and the same.
He became depressed, had began to communicate in an inappropriate and incoherent fashion to himself, orating some of the words, shouting them aloud.
The door throng opened, and people in dress plunged in with guns. They were four in all, and all bear the seal of CIDD on their jackets.
"Mr Hump, you are under arrest for murdering your co-worker and ..."
They saw Reny was with a knife in his left hand, and his eyes were blood red, and he was perspiring heavily. All his wears was drenched, he stood up.
"I was the one who started the Blan's research, he came in and took over me. I was demoted for my conduct, and was insulted for the behavior," Reny wiped off his saliva drooling out of his mouth, "And, that son of a bitch, Seather Glunt, he was having an affair with my wife. He is the one who ...." he stopped, as he hardly could control his state.
" Knife? Whom you ought to kill now? "
"Myself... I've been such a pain to my wife and my daughter, she has gone mad because of me... I'm a murderer of ... "
They looked at each other. " I warn you Mr Hump, put that knife down.."
The other guy said, "He can't be controlled or blackmailed, he suffers. We have to shoot him, on his legs... "
And, they did.
A week later, the doctors confirmed the illness. "He is suffering from the psychological disorder, an uncommon one wherein a person doesn't remember what he has done in his abnormal state unless he gets into it again. Might be an awful act, normally it is, most of the times, a revenge......"
The doctor continued.
Forensics confirmed the blood sample and finger prints. They matched with those of Reny. Mr Glunt's murder was also proven. Reny was sentenced to life imprisonment under care.
"Such people are threat to society... "
20 years later......
[CIDD's office, Discerton ]
"I've been considered for the Discerton murder case of Nannigton, I'll be acting as a co-worker. The state has suggested to hand over the details to me."
A guy from that room said softly, "I don't believe this girl suffered from psychological illness at age of thirteen, and killed a dog. She's an investigator for the state now, and to much amazement she's so beautiful."
He went towards her, "Hey Raelin, this is Nannigton case investigator Mathew. This case is a simple one, absolute mental madness. A guy comes in and murders his ......... "
Raelin was busy with her books, trying to make up the craft work which she had to come up with next week. "Papa, why craft has to be so laborious?"
Reny had consumed all his attention to the news- criminal acts in Discerton, but managed to respond her only daughter with a smile.
Raelin was still furious with the craft art, sticky gum, and blunt blade which was supposed to be used as folder. She continued, "Papa, these days I think I'm controlled by someone. I get this feeling that there's someone who's telling me to do something and I do them, without any hitch or neither I can refrain them. It just an impulsive order that I can't resist, I believe. Are you even listening, dad ?"
"Yes, love. You know what happens when some goes to a theater nearby with her papa to see a psychological thriller- Secret Window, and when .."
"So you think it's that movie, which I never really understood. You think I'm going obsessed."
Reny turned away and continued switching the channels.
Couple of days later, Reny was in his office, which was crowded with workers and they hustled from one corner to the other. The office seemed busier and more active than it used to be. Interrogation cell was being set up and cops had marked the murder site as restricted with yellow tapes and red pillars. The body was already taken for the necropsy a day before. Cops were not among the people who were inside the cell, and actively occupied with the investigation. The law enforcement agency, criminal investigation department of Discerton (CIDD) , had taken up the lead in the investigation. Local people call them 'Men with ears to hear and hands to shoot' .
Reny was called inside. They had some usual gender, 'what we all know', and blame allocations questions, followed up by the list of suspects and their claims and views.
The man, next to the extreme left, inquired, "So, you were on the project- Blan's research - with him some months ago, and then this project did come as a profitable move for the company. Right Mr. Hump?"
Reny took a while and answered, "Yes, It did. The company had made some..."
Reny was cut in the middle by the same man and he continued with dissatisfying look, "You had a wife ? "
"Yes I've, few months ago we parted."
"Why Mr hump?"
"She had an extra-marital affair, which I couldn't stand. Raelin, my daughter, lives with me."
"Divorced? "
"No, not yet. She lives with her brother."
After what seemed like stringent procedures, he was allowed to leave.
The office's editorial section chief Gren Skater was called inside. He had some complications with the person who was murdered, and was also demoted once because of unethical office and business practices.
Later that night, when Reny was at home he got a call from Raelin's school. The principal of the school was on line -
"But, Mr Hump, your daughter needs a doctor. She stabbed her bench partner's hand with a pointed pencil, not only once but more than 6 times. We cannot tolerate such insane behaviors. The girl has been admitted in the hospital, and cannot even bend her wrist...."
Reny remained stuck with shock. He looked in the aisle, where Raelin was doing some craft-work.
Few days later, Reny was waiting for the psychiatrist in a room.
"Mr Hump, later that night, you said that your daughter once told you she was controlled by someone- which she claims she can't resist. It's a serious case, Mr Hump. I've diagnosed your daughter, and the case looks like a psychological disorder. Bipolar disorder, or even mood disorder could be the reason, which is characterized by one or more manic or mixed depressive episodes. We can't exactly relate the state to hypomania or even mood disorder, but by conscious and experimental reading of her mental state, to your words I can explain that, this girl suffers from a mental disorder wherein a human brain is controlled by certain mood illness, and the body is subjected to do whatever mind says it to do. Presumably, such cases are prevalent in psychological disorder - Psychosis, where they experience hallucinations and/or delusions that they believe are real. "
"You infer my daughter is schizophrenic. Is that what you say, doctor? "
"This isn't the case of schizophrenia, your daughter has merely seen the world. She's thirteen, now. She enters a state and commits some acts, possibly insane acts, and comes back in normal state, but doesn't absolutely remember what happened. Nothing actually.
Mr Hump, if you believe me, your daughter needs an urgent treatment. She can be cured by some careful means. There's a care unit in Discerton, which takes in mentally.. "
He paused, and then continued, "unstable people. She's at least able enough to say that she was controlled; people don't even know that they're being controlled by their own mental state. People can't even relate what happened when they had their last abnormal state. Such disorder is no pain, but affects the society. "
Reny perspired in awe of pain, he loved her daughter. He hardly could take any of those statements.
Next day was Friday, Reny was at home on his reclining chair, sipping the early morning tea. Raelin wasn't at the school. She was playing outside in the backyard, when Reny heard some strange unusual, but peculiar sound. He hurried up there, passing down the aisle, went over in the kitchen and opened the back door. To his shock, Raelin had a knife in her hand, and she hadn't noticed her father.
She was stabbing their pet dog, Rufy, who was tied to an edge, with the knife in her hand. The dog cried in the pain. Reny rushed to stop her, he noticed that her daughter's eyes were blood red, her hands quivered and she was sweaty by her face. It was too late to react, the dog died. He managed to snatch the knife from her, and her daughter, regaining her state, was in utter shock to see her hands red with blood. She cuddled her father and asked, "Papa, What happened? You see it's controlling me. What happened to our dog? "
Reny was more moist and affected now than he was at the neurological diagnosis center.
Reny found out the place that doctor has suggested for Raelin. He admitted her daughter in the treatment center, and his eyes couldn't believe the state the girl was in. That was terribly sad for a father; she was the only person he used to live and talk with.
Next morning didn't bring him any good, he was informed that Mr Glunt had been murdered last night, who lived couple of blocks away from the Reny's house. Reny was sad for the demise of a known friend, but headed towards his office as CIDD had called for an investigation. The office was more live than it was before, the people covered all over the places. They all waited for the report after the necropsy, that would provide them with the details.
Reny had just moved in and he saw a man had centered the stage, and with male rough-cut voice, he continued what he was saying, ".. report says that he wasn't poisoned, neither suffered illness. He was first stabbed in his chest with a pen-knife to complete immobility, and then the murderer stabbed his left eye with a pen, and finally strangled him by telephone wires to death.."
Reny couldn't believe such words, and remained unmoved and frozen.
The man continued, "....while this incident took place in the dark aisle around the office's board room, the incident went unnoticed. We have things to ponder on, and we're waiting for the bureau to provide us with forensics details. We have list of suspected people, that we may...."
Reny filled in some forms and answered a few more questions, followed up by a check and finger-prints scan. Then, he went home.
Later that night, Reny was on his chair, trying to produce the things in his mind that had occurred in recent phases and affected him. The events after events relayed in, he started missing her daughter, and then came along the moments with his wife. He started to sweat now, and eyes going dull.
He remembered how he used to be happy with his wife, and then one day he discovered that his wife was having an illicit affair with a local guy. This had already maddened him, and continued to do so, he grabbed a can with the other hand, right hand, and drank it in one shot. Picked a few more, and the same.
He became depressed, had began to communicate in an inappropriate and incoherent fashion to himself, orating some of the words, shouting them aloud.
The door throng opened, and people in dress plunged in with guns. They were four in all, and all bear the seal of CIDD on their jackets.
"Mr Hump, you are under arrest for murdering your co-worker and ..."
They saw Reny was with a knife in his left hand, and his eyes were blood red, and he was perspiring heavily. All his wears was drenched, he stood up.
"I was the one who started the Blan's research, he came in and took over me. I was demoted for my conduct, and was insulted for the behavior," Reny wiped off his saliva drooling out of his mouth, "And, that son of a bitch, Seather Glunt, he was having an affair with my wife. He is the one who ...." he stopped, as he hardly could control his state.
" Knife? Whom you ought to kill now? "
"Myself... I've been such a pain to my wife and my daughter, she has gone mad because of me... I'm a murderer of ... "
They looked at each other. " I warn you Mr Hump, put that knife down.."
The other guy said, "He can't be controlled or blackmailed, he suffers. We have to shoot him, on his legs... "
And, they did.
A week later, the doctors confirmed the illness. "He is suffering from the psychological disorder, an uncommon one wherein a person doesn't remember what he has done in his abnormal state unless he gets into it again. Might be an awful act, normally it is, most of the times, a revenge......"
The doctor continued.
Forensics confirmed the blood sample and finger prints. They matched with those of Reny. Mr Glunt's murder was also proven. Reny was sentenced to life imprisonment under care.
"Such people are threat to society... "
20 years later......
[CIDD's office, Discerton ]
"I've been considered for the Discerton murder case of Nannigton, I'll be acting as a co-worker. The state has suggested to hand over the details to me."
A guy from that room said softly, "I don't believe this girl suffered from psychological illness at age of thirteen, and killed a dog. She's an investigator for the state now, and to much amazement she's so beautiful."
He went towards her, "Hey Raelin, this is Nannigton case investigator Mathew. This case is a simple one, absolute mental madness. A guy comes in and murders his ......... "
Friday, October 30, 2009
Prankster
[ I still don't know where it happened. It fell into my ears and I have decided to write it down. Names changed. ]
It was the start of the third year, and girls were shifted to the main hostel which was neighbored by the boys' hostel. Angy, a sophomore then, never had been found involved in the talks of the town. She was teased to be muted by her colleagues, for the strange act she was believed of being suffering from the phobias that were usually uncommon in one. She feared the insects, stages, nights, falls,etc.
Studying with her was a gang of four – Resce , a fashion hunk, Maddy, fat guy’s big son, Adriel, lawyer’s younger son and Rick. Rick was working in an infirmary which was turned into a mortuary since the mishap. Their ancestral grounds always buck them up to bully the inferiors. The gang was not into the play of gangsters in charge of organized criminal activities, but what they played never went unnoticeable.They were indulged in assaults, steals, paper leaks, and - counting.Their next feed was Angy.
Resce was usually the one who set the pranks. He said, "Rick, could you get that thing?"
Rick's eyes anticipating the devilish smile. "For the mother of the god, that would be awesome.That could stop the heart down.I'll get that!"
"In the night then..Gotta go now, get Maddy and Addy.."
"That Addy is dreaded of the way now. I'll get the moron, Sure!"
Couple of hours to sleep, four plunged through the back gates.Resce said, "Hold your steps! Slow now, it's the door keeper. Maddy get the book!"
Maddy returned with the book. Gasping, he searched the entries."Second.One to the left of others. She's been isolated, man! Things easy-weasy baby.Let's go, girls would be back any time."
They looked up and assured if they were eyed.They stepped up and were on second.
"That's the one," said Maddy.
Resce, holding the can, "Here! it goes for baby, Angy. Rick, it's your turn."
Rick came back with a big wide face. "Kept.The room was dark. Anyway,let's wait". Pointing to the place in the alley, he said, "That would be fine.It's dark here and separated." They continued their party while Addy was not in the mood. He seemed upset.
Girls returned.Dozed, tired and exhausted. Someone from the crowd shouted, "That was incredible. I would love some of those.All party days girls!! Angy, in the morning now! Have your fucked life in the dark!!"
Angy never turned back to respond.She got the keys, but the door was already opened.She never minded it."Ahh! those girls."
Boys were now geared up to know the things happening. Minutes passed, but no absolute reaction. Resce was tensed, but remained calmed."Wait. It takes time for one to go to bed. Rick, you placed it under the pillow, eh?" Rick nodded.
She dressed herself to her comfort and neared the bed.To her amazement, there was a packet- 'To Angy, Who never speaks'. She felt it and it was like a thick rod with thick five strands towards the end.She slowly opened the packet.
She shouted on her top of the voice.She vomited and kept vomiting; her hand and bed was now with blood stains. She outcried. But, no one could hear that.
On the bed was the fresh detached hand of a woman. The hand kept bleeding profusely. The packet was full of blood.
She tried to open the door; but the door was locked from outside and windows were jammed.
The boys out there were totally enjoying; they shouted in unison, "It worked! She's all fucked now!" Resce said,"And, she shouts like my maaama shouting damn it! ... let's run." The noise gradually faded as they run harder to get down.
Next day, Addy was up early and went straight into the room. Waking up them, he spoke in dreaded voice."She's not responding. Not even opening the door.Let's go"
Rick was getting mad, "Why you went there so early?..and.."
"It's still five. let's go see her..." Addy cut him in the middle.
They all ran towards the room. The door was ajar now.
"Now what the fuck! You said the door..whatever! Addy you getting on nerve nowadays." Resce was in no mood and he went inside.They all looked for her, but no sign.
Seconds later, Maddy shouted in bewilderment, vomited and shouted again.Rest three hastily ran towards the room. Maddy was on floor surrounded by blood marks.They looked up and found her on the top of the cupboard.She was in complete white with all her hair on her face.She removed the same detached fresh hand and continued chewing the fingers.And, she swallowed it.Blood oozed out of the finger and continued dripping from the board-top.
Then, she removed a kitchen knife and stab the fresh hand on her foot and freed her cry.
Blood.Blood.Blood.
And, rotten hand smell.
Resce and his friends watched the sight in intense aversion and ran towards the door.
They were stopped by the door keeper and stood in front of them was one of their teachers.She questioned, "What happened? And why are y'all in the girl's apartment?"
Addy answered, "That girl is a freak!..she's .." He vomited.
Angy came out limping.Her mouth showed no signs of blood, but her dress was drenched in red. She turned towards her teacher and said in total calmness, "Your bastards pranked me last night."
The teacher stood frozen.
She turned and started limping again; blood followed her steps.On her back, it was somehow written in red - 'Prankster'
PS: IT'S all written, prashant. Thanks!
It was the start of the third year, and girls were shifted to the main hostel which was neighbored by the boys' hostel. Angy, a sophomore then, never had been found involved in the talks of the town. She was teased to be muted by her colleagues, for the strange act she was believed of being suffering from the phobias that were usually uncommon in one. She feared the insects, stages, nights, falls,etc.
Studying with her was a gang of four – Resce , a fashion hunk, Maddy, fat guy’s big son, Adriel, lawyer’s younger son and Rick. Rick was working in an infirmary which was turned into a mortuary since the mishap. Their ancestral grounds always buck them up to bully the inferiors. The gang was not into the play of gangsters in charge of organized criminal activities, but what they played never went unnoticeable.They were indulged in assaults, steals, paper leaks, and - counting.Their next feed was Angy.
Resce was usually the one who set the pranks. He said, "Rick, could you get that thing?"
Rick's eyes anticipating the devilish smile. "For the mother of the god, that would be awesome.That could stop the heart down.I'll get that!"
"In the night then..Gotta go now, get Maddy and Addy.."
"That Addy is dreaded of the way now. I'll get the moron, Sure!"
Couple of hours to sleep, four plunged through the back gates.Resce said, "Hold your steps! Slow now, it's the door keeper. Maddy get the book!"
Maddy returned with the book. Gasping, he searched the entries."Second.One to the left of others. She's been isolated, man! Things easy-weasy baby.Let's go, girls would be back any time."
They looked up and assured if they were eyed.They stepped up and were on second.
"That's the one," said Maddy.
Resce, holding the can, "Here! it goes for baby, Angy. Rick, it's your turn."
Rick came back with a big wide face. "Kept.The room was dark. Anyway,let's wait". Pointing to the place in the alley, he said, "That would be fine.It's dark here and separated." They continued their party while Addy was not in the mood. He seemed upset.
Girls returned.Dozed, tired and exhausted. Someone from the crowd shouted, "That was incredible. I would love some of those.All party days girls!! Angy, in the morning now! Have your fucked life in the dark!!"
Angy never turned back to respond.She got the keys, but the door was already opened.She never minded it."Ahh! those girls."
Boys were now geared up to know the things happening. Minutes passed, but no absolute reaction. Resce was tensed, but remained calmed."Wait. It takes time for one to go to bed. Rick, you placed it under the pillow, eh?" Rick nodded.
She dressed herself to her comfort and neared the bed.To her amazement, there was a packet- 'To Angy, Who never speaks'. She felt it and it was like a thick rod with thick five strands towards the end.She slowly opened the packet.
She shouted on her top of the voice.She vomited and kept vomiting; her hand and bed was now with blood stains. She outcried. But, no one could hear that.
On the bed was the fresh detached hand of a woman. The hand kept bleeding profusely. The packet was full of blood.
She tried to open the door; but the door was locked from outside and windows were jammed.
The boys out there were totally enjoying; they shouted in unison, "It worked! She's all fucked now!" Resce said,"And, she shouts like my maaama shouting damn it! ... let's run." The noise gradually faded as they run harder to get down.
Next day, Addy was up early and went straight into the room. Waking up them, he spoke in dreaded voice."She's not responding. Not even opening the door.Let's go"
Rick was getting mad, "Why you went there so early?..and.."
"It's still five. let's go see her..." Addy cut him in the middle.
They all ran towards the room. The door was ajar now.
"Now what the fuck! You said the door..whatever! Addy you getting on nerve nowadays." Resce was in no mood and he went inside.They all looked for her, but no sign.
Seconds later, Maddy shouted in bewilderment, vomited and shouted again.Rest three hastily ran towards the room. Maddy was on floor surrounded by blood marks.They looked up and found her on the top of the cupboard.She was in complete white with all her hair on her face.She removed the same detached fresh hand and continued chewing the fingers.And, she swallowed it.Blood oozed out of the finger and continued dripping from the board-top.
Then, she removed a kitchen knife and stab the fresh hand on her foot and freed her cry.
Blood.Blood.Blood.
And, rotten hand smell.
Resce and his friends watched the sight in intense aversion and ran towards the door.
They were stopped by the door keeper and stood in front of them was one of their teachers.She questioned, "What happened? And why are y'all in the girl's apartment?"
Addy answered, "That girl is a freak!..she's .." He vomited.
Angy came out limping.Her mouth showed no signs of blood, but her dress was drenched in red. She turned towards her teacher and said in total calmness, "Your bastards pranked me last night."
The teacher stood frozen.
She turned and started limping again; blood followed her steps.On her back, it was somehow written in red - 'Prankster'
PS: IT'S all written, prashant. Thanks!
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