The Sunday Yarn ~ Plastic money

Prompt ~

A pre-Victorian building that is now one of the major banks in the UK.

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The old man was a regular visitor to the basement of this building. The safety deposit vault is located in its bowels.

One day he approached the officer responsible for granting him access with the requisite documents and his key – I wish to access my safe deposit box, sir.

Yes, sir … but you visited it yesterday and the day before and the day before ….

Yes, I did.

For my own curiosity, why do you need to access it so frequently, SIR?

I keep my credit card in the safe-box.

But why?

Last time, I lost it the bank people took 10 days to replace it and I do not have any other. Have you lived on water for a week?

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Of death and transformation

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95 01 January 11th 2015

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Captain Sujon was grief stricken. He was taking his beloved of 30 years to its death. Nothing dies of death; there is always a reason behind it. Tangibly death is not the end; it is simply a transformation. This is so awful ………..; unfortunately it is equally true for all things. He contemplated.

The old yacht manned by a skeleton staff was on its way to a ship breaking yard in South Asia. Sujon had seen ships being disinterred. Everything would be removed, reused or recycled. Just like the nature did with the dead. The very thought was abhorrent to him.

A sailor came down from the communication center and handed him a message. Sujon read the message and his face lit up – the owners had agreed to sell the yacht to NOJUS consortium. He called for Champagne and raised a silent toast to his future casino.

All death and transformation is essentially economic. He thought.

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Icon of the Big-bang

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94 01 January 4th 2015

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This is one symbolism that Dan Brown did not dare to delve upon. Even Mark Booth avoided it in his ‘Secret history of world’. On second thoughts Booth may not have discussed it simply because it is found the world over and is hardly a secret.

It is a symbolic representation of the formless bearer of this universe – the oval shaped stone is the Universe and bottom base as the Supreme-power holding it; the eternal cosmic-pillar of fire. The endless sky is the egg with Earth at its base. It also symbolizes the union of the cosmos with energy that resulted in what the physicists call the Big-bang. Perhaps the answer to their quest lies in equating the luminous bulge of the galaxy with the pillar of fire that erupted at Big-bang.

World over it is found in Shiva temples.

I bow to Shiva in consonance with vibrations of the cosmos ~ Om Namoh Shivai.

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Chrysanthemums

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93 12 December 28th 2014

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The chrysanthemum bomb exploded in to millions of red and orange petals in the sky. The present year was history and the sun of the new one was a few hours in the future.

Bee was alone amongst the crowd of revelers. Her family had dragged her here. Nowadays she did not like to go out or meet new people. She avoided even her old friends and just wanted to be left alone.

The whorl of reds in the sky reminded her of her face reflected in the mirror. A year ago, Bee was a happy kid when the first of the reds appeared on her left cheek; soon it was a nightmare – they multiplied covering her face, neck and back with red cystic boils.

Sue her childhood friend also got it and blamed her for them. Her school mates nicknamed her ‘Pock Bee’. Bullied mercilessly, she stopped going to school.

The doctor was almost dismissive, ‘wash your face frequently and do not use cosmetics ….. it is a part of growing up.’

Happy New Year, Bee – she thought.

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The Sunday Yarn ~ The road to ……..

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92 12 December 21st 2014

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The man in red coat sat reading the news labeled ‘Tollways’ …….

Limiting toll collection to recover project cost is facing resistance on grounds that it will add to the fiscal burden of the government. Money collected through toll after the end of the concession period is used to maintain national highway projects.
The tolling strategy needs to be re-looked at, keeping in mind the issue of the local users. More importantly the issue of collecting toll until perpetuity for stretches without providing an alternative free route to users who may not wish to pay also needs to be addressed.

Last year the toll collectors had confiscated nearly half of his load while kids waited for him across the globe.
The construction industry may soon exile him to the abyss of myth-land.

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The Sunday Yarn ~ The magical treasure.

I am really really late this time but my muse is to be blamed – as it has gone in to a coma. Please prey for his early recovery…….

Prompt ~

View of one of the outbuildings from the roof of Dover Castle

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I shall be one of the many who convey those tiny whispers in the remote corners of human heart – the ones that are often ignored ………..

Mr. Jhingaroo had been cataloguing the ten most magical spot in the world; and he had been traveling around the globe in his quest. Sitting on one of the benches ………. he contemplated on all he had found here at Dover Castle.
A history of Dover Castle in Kent could be a history of England. From ….. its roots in iron age to present times; its many ghost; and the many legends that he knew without being told.
He had visited the museum and seen of coins unearthed in 1955. Instinctively he knew that many of them were magical. A number of jinns were trapped in them – just waiting to be let out.
He closed his eyes and pictured the British PM in his mind and whispered ……….. ‘Please save it from the terrorists so that they do not become invincible’.

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The Sunday Yarn ~ The damsel’s distress

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Dragon incense burner with incense coming from the mouth

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The distressed damsel was bored. She had gone through a number of knights. Being a damsel was a monotonous profession that involved long waits. The warlocks were more interesting and she had learned many a tricks from them. She decided to ………..

After a few months ….. She heard the drumming of a horse’s hooves and knew that another one was some miles away. A sardonic smile crossed her lips.

The young and eager knight found the castle moat infested with dragons. A toddler of a dragon snapped at him as he stepped in – he dispatched it to other lands with a straw-arrow. Soon, a fully-grown, fire spewing dragon confronted him – the wizard’s charm and the lancet took care of it. Before he could fully recover, a giant dragon burped and the knight fainted from the stench. He recovered soon and saw it exhaling the famous Bhopal-fumes that were still in the womb of the future. Thinking on his foot …… err back, the knight put a herbal-goo on an arrow and shot it in the dragons backside. The air was soon redolent.

The damsel was truly interested in this one and no longer bored.

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The Sunday Yarn ~ The wait.

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A bridge going over a small river

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Jill sat glued to the window. She could see the pavement of the last half of the bridge. It was always on the left pavement that she spotted him walking towards the colony gate. She had been waiting since she had recovered, which was about 10 days ago.
She waited till she was called away for supper after the sun had set.
The wait continued each noon till the week end. Her apprehension increased by leap and bounds with each day of the wait. Dire thoughts tormented her. Other girls kept wrenching him away in her thoughts.
The mind was distraught but her heart held fast to the belief ……. he will come to her.
Two days later – the golf cup confused her but the gait seemed familiar. She rushed to the gate with butterflies in her stomach.
The golf-cap was waiting for her at the usual spot – behind the tree near the gate.
‘Jack’, she shouted  as both involuntarily hugged the other.
‘Where have you been, Jack?’
‘At the hospital with the doctors observing me.’

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Trees do not gossip.

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88 11 November 23rd 2014

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The last time Jay was here the top of the trees were covered in mist. The foliage was much denser than and the sun was below the horizon. He watched the orange change to violet as he walked up to the main door.

The video of the latter part of the all night party, he had come to last time, went viral on YouTube. It showed the Lady of the Manor and her guest being tickled by professional ticklers – listening to bawdy stories and obscene ballads till the ladies disappeared behind closed doors. A few deleted clips were sent separately to a small list of celebrities.

Today …….

Jay found his staff at work preparing for the feast that was to be held later in the night. They were busy fitting spy-cams in the dozen bedrooms on the upper floors.

Her objective is more sinister this time – more so because of the special invitees from the senate. He thought.

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Cold as hell.

Prompt ~

Weird shaped icicles

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The mortuary was really cold. Dom had brought me here. He was supposed to identify the corpse in shelf 6F.

Dom looked at the face of the corpse and his belongings but was not sure. The policeman accompanying us asked a few questions – noted down Dom’s answers and finally allowed him to go.

On our way out I noticed the icicles in one of the open shelves and pointed it out to Dom.

We walked out in silence. On our way back, we stopped at a bar to warm ourselves.

After a few sips ……
I – A wasted effort.
D- Hmm.
I – Another unidentified corpse.
D – If the corpse was in that open shelf – I would have been sure.
I – ???
D – I knew that man, when he was alive ….
I – What has it got to do with the open shelf?
D – In the fourth ring of the ninth-hell those who betray their benefactors, are frozen into the ice. They are contorted into all sorts of fantastical shapes as a part of their punishment.

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 Dom (pronounced as Ohm with a D) is a childhood friend. He has idiosyncratic ideas that are often hilarious and occasionally baffling. To read other posts about him click on the link below.
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