The Sunday Yarn ~ Flippantly yours.

Prompt ~

One of the several chandeliers in my apartment.

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The chandelier shed its light silently on the table set for two in the dining room.

Meanwhile the chandelier in bedroom fell and got lost. It fell as they were necking.

As the lost chandelier was made of precious gems set in gold – the lovers started looking for it. They searched for it on the floor, in the bed clothes and all likely places in the room.

A fluctuation in the voltage and the large chandelier appeared to wink; and the smaller one twinkled for a moment as it fell out of her blouse. She picked it up and put it back on her bare left earlobe.

I do not know how frequently real chandeliers fall, but the chandelier-earrings (called Jhumka in Hindi) keep falling off. Many Hindi movies and songs are an avowal of this fact.

Words  < 200

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Simulacrum

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85 11 November 2nd 2014

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The paleo-zoologist examined the picture. He thought that a giant invertebrate inhabits these waters.

A thorough examination of the picture reveals rocks, some greenery, a neck, a face, some appendages and much more. Unfortunately, the photograph was not taken by a digital-camera. The giant was throwing up spray and over-exposure of the film added to the confusion.

Our minds are often led astray in such situations. There is no dearth of instances where Jesus is seen on a toast or Ganesh stares back from a pumpkin. A missing arc in the waters in front and its rear turbulence eliminated any possibility of a swimmer.

The object hidden in the tiara of the spray could be a plesiosaur. The expert wondered if he had found the Nessie in Tibet or was it just the Yeti frolicking in the waters.

Words  < 200

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Marquis de Jack’s Halloween!

Prompt ~

84 10 October 26th 2014

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This post contains adult content.

The Marquis and Jill were in a relationship that would remind an observer (if there was one?) of fifty shades of grey. However, Mr Observer would not be capable of naming the one who loved it best.

On 31st October, 2013, Anthony waited in a darkened room. A jack-o-lantern shed a little light in one corner that cast a dark shadow of a Greek-statue’s manhood.

He sat in a dark corner in a bathing robe waiting for her. A handful of porcupine quills and a small jar of pepper salve sat on the side table near him. He had planned a nasty surprise for Jill – one she would truly love.

The Marquis’s face lit up as two bare legs in a helmet and chain-mail-armor entered the room. He let Jill walk over to him and then the two embraced ……….

Tasers of pain racked his other crown.

‘Who are you?’ Jack mumbled as the chain-mail shackled him.

Words  < 200

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Paradise!

Prompt ~

A "pay per view" telescope looking out to sea

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The telescope offered a view of large garden on a far-off island. Colorful fruit hung from the trees. Palaces of gold studded with wonderful gems could be seen scattered around. Streams of milk, honey, wine and water crisscrossed the garden. Beautiful girls and young men made music, sang and danced. These men & women were expert entertainers; they caressed, flattered and provided carnal satisfaction to the elite there.

It was a sensual paradise.

Most of the viewers paid double for a repeat view focusing on the items of their interest. A third view cost double of the second view and so on.

Many opted for repeated views. They walked back with a yearning for a life on the island.

A man in a black suit approached one of the repeat-viewer. After a long discussion, the viewer signed a set of documents.

A few days later he found himself in paradise but was soon dispatched to one of the sheds where he found a group of persons assembling and dissembling the many models of Kalashnikov.

Words  < 200

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Unneccessary demolition!

Prompt ~

Demolition of an old building.

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‘Tools and machines do not demolish ….. there is always a motive behind it;  and often it can be labeled as human greed.’ The prompt had triggered one of Dom’s moods.
I – What is so special about it?
D – The cost.
I – Yes, it is expensive.
D – It is not about rupees and dollars.
I – (?)
D – The pollution and depletion of our natural resources – environmental costs.
I – So we make all old buildings a heritage site (wink).
D – No! Deconstruct, refurbish and recycle rather than demolish.
I – You really think it is a solution.
D – Yes, unless it is a quest for occult ritualistic sacrifice for ulterior motives.
I – (?)
D –Like the 9/11 demolition of twin towers.

Words  < 200

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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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The Sunday Yarn ~ The second flood

Prompt ~

Two statues symbolizing Cross Channel Swimmers

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Humans are addicted to air; it is impossible to let go the idea of breathing air.

However, that is exactly what the humans achieved (at least a few of them) post second flood in the history of this planet. The second flood did not recede in a year. It lasted for exactly 227 years.

Those who believed that the floods were brought about because of degradation of nature were true but those who believed that it would drive the  human species to extinction were wrong.

The humans learned to breathe through their skins like frogs.

The land mass that emerged had little land joined by long water channels. Humans routinely crossed them in search of food initially and for other reasons later.

The air-addiction of the human race prior to second flood was investigated only after the statues were recovered by a cross channel swimmer. It also initiated the study of human biology and genetics among post second-flood humans.

Words  < 200

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Truth of DQs descent !

Prompt ~

79 09 September 28th 2014

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Don Quixote’s descent into the Cave of Montesino has been interpreted in many ways. What Cervantes did not tell the world in his famous book was the fact that DQ believed he was being pursued by a large dragon.

Sancho Panza humored him and lowered DQ through a rope into the cave so that he could escape the dragon. In the depths of the cave DQ gets trapped in Merlin’s game of awaking bewitched knights.

On being pulled out, DQ believes he was down there for 3 days while SP tells him he was down there for an hour, only. Again Cervantes played truant and did not elaborate on the discrepancy.

In fact a dragon was really following the duo in hope of a bite of SPs fat behind and had made itself invisible but DQ had sensed it. The hungry dragon, had eaten away the time on the surface and as a result had regressed to its docile babyhood.

Merlin came to know that SPs life was in danger and bewitched the dragon. Now it waits for its mother to come and save it … in the next evolutionary cycle of this planet.

Words  approx. 200

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Bubbles !

Prompt ~

A bubble

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An old man bought his grandson a little container of soap solution and a small wire loop with a plastic handle to hold it. The small boy capered around blowing in to the loop and making bubbles that flew around the little park.

Inevitably, some bubbles bumped into each other. Some produced secondary bubbles. Some were far apart; others closely packed like foam. However, all expanded initially and then burst resembling the formation of a multiverse or a meta-universe. The distance between two bubbles acted like a black hole that slowly sucked up any energy that escaped.

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The old man called the child and took his loop. He dipped it into the soap solution and placed a teeny-weeny particle of dust in the loop and blew it; the dust contained a bit of DNA. The bubble floated low for a second or two and burst. The boy enjoyed the new game and started imitating his grandfather.

A new bubble bust and merged in to an old bubble; the seed of life was planted in one of the universes.

The Supreme-kid loves to blow bubbles from the ether.

Words  < 200

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The Sunday Yarn ~ The Big Bad ……. !

Prompt ~

Rail track taken in colour and adjusted to sepia via the after touch menu on the camera to age the image

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The agents brought the offering to BBB. They knew that it may not suffice as it was long overdue; and they knew that the existence of each one of them was at stake.

The remnants of the submarine and its occupants and their belongings placed on huge gold platters were paraded before BBB by a caravan of beautiful ladies.

Initially a glint of interest sparkled in BBBs huge aviator goggles. However, soon the goggles turned opaque. The countenance of agents reflected the forthcoming doom. BBB raised a hand and two large giants materialized, ‘behead all of them and send me the next group of spirits’ squeaked the gaping hole beneath the goggles.

Another group of agents walked in. The squeaky voice ordered them to get him something novel.

After some time another caravan brought in the new offering.

The glint in the goggles burned bright ……. and suddenly sparks came of it. The hole let out a screech …….. , ‘you picked up a train from north of India; do you realize they are much stronger than me … Go and return it soonest’.

The Big Bad Bermooda rolled on the ground wailing -the stupidity of his agents.

Words  < 200
Inspired by news item –
http://www.pardaphash.com/news/patna-official-trace-missing-train-after-17-da/762354.html#.VBb72MlSx4I

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The Sunday Yarn ~ Theatre in-situ!

Prompt ~

This is the stairwell in my flats, just outside my door. There is the flight ahead on the left going up, and the flight on the right going down

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I ran up the stairs and hid in my flat. I do not know who I was running away from – man, beast or ghost.

I heard the tread of heavy boots on the stairs, then a stir at the front door. A moment later, there came a thundering knock at the door along with a long peal of the door bell, ‘Open the door’.

I could not move. A newer flat would have a fire-escape; in any case I was paralyzed by fear. Open the door – accompanied by trampling of feet, shouts and yells. A series of blows on the door – for a few moments it resisted the attack. The battering persisted – one mighty blow, and the door splintered.

Bright sunshine filled the entrance banishing the dank narrow street, the threatening crowd and the fear. It was my bed-room.

A little electricity and few chemicals in some neurons lying behind the frontal-brain produced this. I looked at my watch …… I had been asleep for half-an-hour.

This is drama in-situ – a one man show authored, sketched and played out by me for myself and only myself to applaud or shudder.

Words  < 200

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