Posts tagged Short Story

Apocalypse

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The mighty oceans of the world ran sere.
The flora had withered.
The cattle wallowed with no discernible source of sustenance.

The forests of the world seemed to have started a conflagration on their own.
With no end in sight, It seemed to be redolent of a ghastly holocaust.

The Earth people stared bewildered, at the merciless dilapidation.
There can only be one explanation. But it just made no sense.
None at all.

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What’s in a story – Part II

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And so the other day at office, I was bored to half-death.
I so surmised I’ll complete the ordeal and Shilly being the most communicative in our group (yes, that’s my euphemism for chatter-box :P) offered to narrate me a story.
I nod-nod-nodded.

Such grave a mistake!
In about a short while after that, all of my seven horcruxes were screeching in pain realizing, albeit a little too late, that they walked right into an Abilene paradox.

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A Geek’s Suicide Tale

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There once lived a geek who earned his living writing programs.
And write programs did He.. Dusk ’til dawn, Dawn ’til dusk, Ad infinitum.

And Yet somehow, after all was said and done and He hit ‘compile’,
The GCC, the ICC and all the compilers alike, refused to comply.
Write better code the next time around, They all spat unequivocally.

Undaunted and relentless that He was, He went on to write device drivers.
The great kernels came and went. The 2.2 to 2.4 through 2.6.
But surprisingly and quite expectedly, they just couldn’t stop the perpetual seg-faults.
Yet, There just was no stopping ‘Him‘; Irregardless of how much they all implored.

Then there came a time, When Lobotomy was just not enough to save His God-forsaken computers.
He then chose to retire.
But having absolutely zero career skills beyond the programming realm,
(Not that I am implying He had any in computer science, per se)
He concurred He might as well die.

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What’s in a story?

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A short story I read off a tamil magazine, Kumudam, long time back;
Thought I’d share it.

A crude translation of the same follows thus –

“There’s this archaeologist who in the midst of an errand gets lost in the woods and is promptly found by a group of man-eating tribals. These cannibals tie him up and yes, you guessed it, put him in a big vessel of some concoction, light the firewoods and start cooking him alive. The archaelogist realizes there’s pretty much nothing he can do to talk this over or anything, ’cause he figures they might not be not knowing English anyways. He so starts swearing and yelling in utter despair.

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