Looking back - I
You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.
Sampy's joy knew no bounds. He had finally got a chance to prove himself worthy. Tomorrow was the D-day and he knew that if he could pull off the presentation well enough, he would not need to worry about his future. As he reached home, Gopal, his 6-year old kid came running and hugged him, "Daddy! I've been waiting for you since afternoon. When are we going shopping?" Sampy did not want to disappoint his son whose birthday fell sometime in the next week. But he had to work on his presentation which was more important. He replied, "Lets go tomorrow. Daddy is very tired right now. Plus I have to do my homework. Else they wont let me in the office tomorrow." Gopal seemed to understand and as Sampy prepared himself for another nightout, he patted his back and said,"Ok. Be a good boy and dont go to office without completing your homework." Malini could not help smiling when she heard this and put her son to bed.
As July 11, 2006 dawned, Sampy got ready to give the presentation of his life. Gopal came up to him and gave him a hug. "Daddy, promise me that tomorrow you're going to spend the whole day with me." He promised. He made it to the office before time so as to avoid the morning rush in the local trains. And as he prepared himself for the presentation, he seemed quite confident of pulling it off comfortably. And he did it in style! And by 5:00 PM, the deal had been finalized. He just had to do a couple of modifications and he'd have got his first success as the project manager. He called up home and informed her. She was very happy for him. She reminded him of his promise to their son for which he replied, "You know I keep my promises" She knew he did. All of them. But somehow she had a creepy feeling that something was going to go wrong this time. This was not the first time she felt so, but this time the feeling was much more stronger.
(To be continued..)
PS1: This is my first attempt at writing short stories. It's the first of the 2 installments of the story. Hope to write the second one soon. Will be damn busy in the coming week.
PS2: It has been a good week. I got appointed as the TA for cognitive science and stood 85th in CL mock test-I. Hope to keep my feet planted on ground.
--Steve Jobs
Sampy's joy knew no bounds. He had finally got a chance to prove himself worthy. Tomorrow was the D-day and he knew that if he could pull off the presentation well enough, he would not need to worry about his future. As he reached home, Gopal, his 6-year old kid came running and hugged him, "Daddy! I've been waiting for you since afternoon. When are we going shopping?" Sampy did not want to disappoint his son whose birthday fell sometime in the next week. But he had to work on his presentation which was more important. He replied, "Lets go tomorrow. Daddy is very tired right now. Plus I have to do my homework. Else they wont let me in the office tomorrow." Gopal seemed to understand and as Sampy prepared himself for another nightout, he patted his back and said,"Ok. Be a good boy and dont go to office without completing your homework." Malini could not help smiling when she heard this and put her son to bed.
As July 11, 2006 dawned, Sampy got ready to give the presentation of his life. Gopal came up to him and gave him a hug. "Daddy, promise me that tomorrow you're going to spend the whole day with me." He promised. He made it to the office before time so as to avoid the morning rush in the local trains. And as he prepared himself for the presentation, he seemed quite confident of pulling it off comfortably. And he did it in style! And by 5:00 PM, the deal had been finalized. He just had to do a couple of modifications and he'd have got his first success as the project manager. He called up home and informed her. She was very happy for him. She reminded him of his promise to their son for which he replied, "You know I keep my promises" She knew he did. All of them. But somehow she had a creepy feeling that something was going to go wrong this time. This was not the first time she felt so, but this time the feeling was much more stronger.
(To be continued..)
PS1: This is my first attempt at writing short stories. It's the first of the 2 installments of the story. Hope to write the second one soon. Will be damn busy in the coming week.
PS2: It has been a good week. I got appointed as the TA for cognitive science and stood 85th in CL mock test-I. Hope to keep my feet planted on ground.
blabbered by The optimist from utopia at 1:09 AM
9 Comments:
sampy
hehe assumin that sampy came from ur name
i HATE IT when i come to ur blog and theres sooo much to read...ofcourse u did tell me u blogged but jus once >:p
loued ur short story but kinda already feelin bad what will happen ani :)
waiting for part 2 or whtv make it soon
is 85th goood?excuse my ignorance and if it is..then u go JOKUL!!!
question1: does cognitive science need a TA??
question2: Is this going to be a tragic story? I hope not .. shudnt have given that date u know
ok, let me guess the ending of the July 11th story. In all probability, this is what should happen (atleast this is how i would end it, and in which case i expect the comment to be deleted) :P
The guy finished his office-stuff @ 5:45, and leaves for home. By a strange coincidince, he lives on the Western line (probably Andheri, for all i know). On his way home, the blasts rip through his train @ 6:25, his brains are blown clear of his skull and he dies a tragic death, with male chauvinist onlookers saying "he was so brave, he did not wail like a woman".
This ofcourse would leave him with an "unkept" promise. In the unlikely case "Sampy" happens to be a christian name, i expect something on the lines of "Our Beloved Sampy - he kept all promises but one :'(" to be written on his tombstone.
Or alternatively, you could choose to make him heroic - you know, ferrying supplies, helping people, the works, when he suddenly drops dead of exhaustion.
In case you prefer writing happy-happy stories (so to speak), then yours would with deal with the trauma the wife and kids had to undergo, you know, searching through hospital beds and stuff to find the guy. And finally, the guy turns up at home, unharmed. Late, but otherwise unharmed. Then, there is the standard crying family-reunion you see in the movies, and they live happily ever after.
Or in case you REALLY want to twist the story, you would say that he was Sampy by day and Krrish by night, in which case this ceases to be a tragic or senti story and slots nicely into the science fiction category.
-> Badrinath.S
PS : if the characters of the story is true, no offense to the guy. just suggesting possible endings to pretty decent narrative.
PPS : oh, yes, dont forget to write "Looking Back - III", the epilogue in which those dumbass terrorists are caught, tortured and brutally murdered, screaming for their mommies. (make the terrorists short, ugly, stupid, morbidly obese and with an irritating voice - makes it a lot easier to kill such characters in stories. noone would ever want them resurrected in Looking Back - IV.)
thank God u dont have to take tutorials ;)
Otherwise it would be the first time in IIIT that students would actually be picking on their T.A.s
Hey nice story Jo..way to go..waitin for the next part
orey
want the next part out!!!!!!
Waiting for ur posts :-w
I think I know who this anonymous is
What do u think?
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