Part-III
*15 years ago*
It was a not so busy Sunday Afternoon. The two brothers were busy playing in the warm sun, with their mother inside. The sound of wind rushing through the Wind Chimes was particularly soothing to James. James, as a child was very quiet, like his brother. So alike, yet so different; the brothers were separated in their interests. James was an adventurous child, and liked to explore all that the mother nature offered him. Jim, on the other hand liked to read and build stuff from scratch. They were raised by a single mother who provided for them the best she could.
The house was on a curb with minimal traffic. So any vehicle passing through the area could first be seen from their house. Suddenly, a black SUV could be seen racing towards the neighborhood. James, the curious child that he was, rushed towards the fences. Inside the SUV, were masked men. Although, their faces could not be seen, they had a stern look which was highlighted by their eyes.
Up until they reached the house, James had called his mother and his brother to watch this (seemingly)marvelous sight. His mother had a look of horror on her face. The masked men came out of the vehicle and reached for Jim. His mother came in between them and him. The Masked Men pushed her aside and took Jim with them and escaped the scene.
James was dumbfounded by all the sudden happenings. He went towards his mother who was lying on the bed of rocks, blood gushing down her head. His first Aid training at the camp kicked in as he checked for the vitals, while applying pressure on the wound. His heart skipped a beat when he felt no pulse. That was the end of the quiet and playful James.
*Present*
The painful memories served only one purpose for James until now. He used them to overdrive his mind and direct his anger. But now, as he was recalling these memories, he tried to visualize his brother in the whole scene. This was the first time he had thought of his brother in years. He had always blamed Jim for the death of their mother.
Thinking all of this in a second’s time was impossible for an ordinary person but James was different. This ability of his had proved useful in the field many times.
‘And why should I trust you?’, asked James.
‘Cause I’m your brother’, answered Jim.
In a flash, James rushed towards Jim, fierceness in his eyes, but was stopped by three muscle men who looked like they were ready for it.”Poor James, always this impulsive” said Jim, laughing.
“YOU’RE DEAD!”, roared James.
*buzz*
James felt the full force of a buzz baton on his chest as he slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
-to be continued
The Misunderstood Gangster Part-II
Part-II
He got out of the motel to find a black ’74 Mustang in the driveway. This car grabbed his attention because it was the same car he had always wanted to drive. On the windshield was a note which read
‘Drive this’
The keys were already in the car, so without hesitation he started the engine and took the road. All that was happening now seemed strange yet he blindly followed the words on the note. By instinct, he checked the glove compartment only to find another message. But this time it was an envelope labelled ‘The Place’. He opened it to find the place where he was directed to go. Without caring for a thought he grounded the pedal to floor, his mind filled with the thoughts ‘Lets get this over with’. For the first time in so many years his mind was focused on the job at hand.
He finally reached the place. It was a worn-out warehouse in the middle of an abandoned army base. Instinctively he scouted the surrounding area as his training had taught him and found nothing of concern. He remembered his trainer always used to say to him before a mission ‘Are you aware, James?’. While entering, he was convinced that he would find another note there.
But he could not be more than wrong. For what was waiting for him there was not a note, but a person sitting on a chair in a white suit. When James walked under the light, the stranger motioned him to stop, got up and said ‘I’ll be brief. You are in danger and I am the only one who can help you’
‘And why should I trust you?’, asked James.
‘Cause I’m your brother’, answered the stranger.
-to be continued
The Misunderstood Gangster Part-I
Part-1
The sound of gunshots echoed in his head. Maybe, he had been dreaming or maybe he was really hurt. Extreme pain and the sight of blood gushing out his side brought him back to reality. Remembering that he was being chased by the Police, he came back from the short but deep slumber.
Just in time he hit the brakes real hard to stop his truck from hitting the kittens that had so RANDOMLY appeared on the road(You see he also had a heart). “Something is wrong”, he thought. He felt that the forces of nature were against him, but why wouldn’t they be cause he was a force of nature himself(or at least he thought so)
In that brief moment(for him) he thought of all the lessons his master had taught him or rather the only lesson he had been taught, ‘Idiot! Just focus’
poooooof
He woke up in the middle of the night, his mind still unclear from the incidents of the last day, ‘Or was it last week’ he thought. He still felt a little hazy as his hands automatically reached for the gun in his holster. He withdrew his hand to find a small note and on it was written in printed letters
‘Come Alone’
to be continued
Farigh Comittee!
So, finally got to start writing the next blog after so much time. Now, I can give you excuses like I was busy and all that but the fact of the matter is that I’m too damn lazy to follow up on this.
Got pretty much OK feedback on my last blog and amongst the feedbacks, there were a few questions as to why I was writing a blog and what did I intend to do with it.
Why?
-I started writing this blog just when the official FARIGH Committee came into being(if you don’t get this, you don’t deserve to know).
-Its a creative outlet for me(not saying that I’m a pro at it)
-Because meri marzi :p
Random Feedback: “The only thing you do in this blog is talk about the blog and intend to be funny while doing this”
Thanks, this is just the question I was waiting for. What I also intend to do with this blog is to break free of all the so called “set standards”. Some people write their life story or rather some people are maintaining a dictionary in the name of a blog in which the only thing they do is describe a word. My point being, why use the word “blog” for all of this. Maybe I should get a better understanding of the word “blog”.
Let me google the term :p
This is what google came up with
“A Web site on which an individual or group of users record opinions, information, etc. on a regular basis.”
Again my point is that no one can set standards on how to write a blog or rather there may not be only one correct way to write. I think this is getting long and boring so I would again leave you with the following message.
So, tune in the next time for my alter-ego for he will tell you the real truth behind the recent 4 day event(kuddos to everyone who understood). Until then live your life!
P.S: Thanks to all those who read my last blog and more thanks to those who gave me feedback!
The Start!
“Words are not enough”, what kind of a title is that? Well i kinda understand how it formed in my head with the exams going on and all that stuff…..
So, the blogging begins. But first let me change my keyboard… it has been messing up quite a lot, forcing me to hit certain letters multiple times in order for them to appear.
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Now, thats more I like it. As this is the beginning I want to tell you a few things; Firstly, all you read here may not be the truth as I enjoy making up stories about things :p. Secondly, I am not a qualified writer or blogger, and this means that I may not yet be fully comfortable in “Blogging”, as this will be my first post to the public(all three of you :p). Lastly, i joke around a lot(A LOT) and therefore you should not believe every word I say.
I would like you to invite you all to a roller coaster ride of whats going to come up(I hope that i don’t get bored doing this). In the end i would like to leave with a message which is very serious and should be thought about……
Aww, I was just kidding( no I’m not, drunk home is a serious thing which we all need to think about :p)
All kinds of Feedbacks would be appreciated(message focused, person focused, negative, positive and waghera waghera). Share away if you think its worthy(not if you think its wordy :p)!
See you!
Words are not enough! 
