Shorts-II

The Critic

The Bollywood movie the critic had dismissed was a superhit. Hungry,he stopped for Pav Bhaji. He didnt care about the reused oil nor Chotu's clothing sense. The Pav Bhaji took him away from a chaotic world. It was his reward for a hard day. Perhaps he needed to take the movies and the Bhaji with  pinch of salt.


The Troll

He was mad for Wordplay on twitter and facebook. Anagrams or instagrams, he was very punny at it. But the memes never impressed the ma'ams. Jingles always kept him Single. Trolls never let him Roll. He then decided to 'A Bo(r)t his life. He never Trended. Noone saw his WIT in Twitpic..


The Robbery

'Tere ghar mein ma-behen nahi hai kya..jo khana banake de?'
The aiport authorities explained he couldnt take eatables with him.
'Toh achaar chak ke dikhau?'The authorities gave up and repacked his eatables. Once he landed, he smirked while taking out the diamonds from the pickle jar.

Shorts

Trucks
When all the world has been reduced to a rat race, he will always be the elephant who forgets. Bikes wriggle between cars to achieve an imaginary lead up to the next signal. Out of the box thinkers move out of the long queues of traffic into the opposite lane, only to see themselves facing the rightful lane owner and being engulfed back into the stomach of the automobile centipede. But a simple wave of the hand to go ahead and join the other rats briefly questions your motives to speed. With one hand on the non powered steering and the other hand steering your direction, he has shown you that he is the bigger man, as well as the bigger car. Slithering slowly on pitch dark roads, his dim headlights are the nazar for the world's kala mooh.


Banyan
The Banyan Tree roots dangled for months together for children to swing between their innocent school life to Tarzan's. The roots protruded from the branches, gently caressing the ground at first and then piercing it. The soil was as soft as ghee, and the roots curled up into the ground like a tedi ungli finally meeting its mother roots. This was Nature's Ouroboros.
As the next branches lunged towards the ground, they slowly saw the soft soil disappear. The petrichor filled mud was now replaced with cold concrete, the hoof marks now filled wiith tyre skid marks and nature now replaced by human failure.
The Banyan was now hit with hard reality. And hard realty. The vesting rights over the ground were over. It was now merely a vest.