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Monday, August 21, 2006

Pachpan

or Fifty-five words...

Bangalore Bytes, Chamique, Recluse and Mr. D have started writing this story which I picked up from Mr. D's blog. I had to throw my hat in.

Also, just to make sure that by the time we reach the 23rd contributor, we don't go through all 22 blog posts before that, I have taken the liberty to copy the stories on to this post. Please keep the chain going, I say. We start with Bangalore Bytes.


The airplane had been airborne an hour when she entered the toilet. She looked into the mirror and hated the girl of twenty going on sixty that she saw. The horrors she had seen and the family she had lost….

She mixed lip-gloss with Vaseline, stuck her mobile in the goo and walked out.

Slowly…

*****

Between the clothes, she tucked in small surprises. Moisturising lotion for her grandmother. Seaweed hair gel for her grandfather. The cologne her brother had been hinting at...

Later, she realised her lip-gloss had been checked in as well.
Maybe she’d ask the girl next to her for some when she got back from the toilet.

A bit of the viscid mixture was still on her fingers as she opened the door. She quickly massaged it into her full, round lips. Salty.

A kafir watched her and smiled appreciatively.

Bastard.

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Somewhere, Akram sat staring at the bottle in his hand.

Fuck.

He'd given her the cyanide paste instead of the vaseline.

*****

She looked sort of hot (in an Asian way), though not friendly. That made him think. In the end he decided to give it a go, anyhow.

"May I borrow your vaseline, please? It's dry in here"

He added a friendly but restrained smile for effect. She looked around uncomfortably. He tried to look cool.

*****

She handed him the empty tube.

"It's not mine, it's available in the restroom. Go get one for yourself."

It was the friendliest she could be with kafirs.

She licked her lips again while sitting down. Salty.

Somewhere in her bag, the vaseline bottle had leaked open. Akram didn’t know that and pulled the trigger.

*****

9 Comments:

Blogger blr bytes said...

Hello!

Boy this is so much fun. I was wondering how long it would take to degenerate to pr0n and it did but you rescued it from the morass it had sunk to! =) Thanks!

Welcome aboard!

Next in line...?

Monday, August 21, 2006 7:05:00 AM

 
Blogger Recluse said...

Dhoomketu, I'm sorry but I dont get your addition at all. Why would Akram press the trigger to cyanide? And how would she have the time to lick her lips after putting cyanide on it and have a conversation?

Monday, August 21, 2006 7:58:00 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Recluse, give up on your story and really read this one. The trigger's not pressed to the cyanide. What gave you that idea? Plus, what does that mean? Also, she clearly didn't lick any cyanide. What gave you that idea as well? Clearly you are reading some other story.

Monday, August 21, 2006 11:35:00 AM

 
Blogger Recluse said...

Hey anonymous, if she's got cyanide on her fingers and NOT vaseline, then what she's rubbing into her lips would kill her. And there wouldnt be any vaseline leaking anywhere in her bag. That is sitting with Akram somewhere back on the ground.

Monday, August 21, 2006 1:26:00 PM

 
Blogger Grafxgurl said...

wow... thats disturbing!!

i wont analyse..but..just the thought of how easy it is to kill someone is scary.

Monday, August 21, 2006 9:12:00 PM

 
Blogger Mr. D said...

Basically, Akram's pulling of the trigger will not blow anything since the cyanide has been mixed with lip-gloss....

maybe there's an additional vaseline tube in her bag, but that won't do any damage.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006 2:17:00 AM

 
Blogger corporate whore said...

you b school types just want to put logic into everything.

basically akram is a fish. He walks the earth clad in 5 rupee coins. The minute he sees vaseline, he starts blogging.

does that make sense you blighted structuralists

Tuesday, August 22, 2006 3:04:00 AM

 
Blogger Falstaff said...

What I really want to know is - was she alone in the toilet? methinks this salty stuff she's rubbing into her lips may be neither cyanide nor vaseline.

Which leads us to the next question: Akram - a case of premature ejaculation?

Tuesday, August 22, 2006 6:32:00 AM

 
Blogger Mr. D said...

haha, prOn, here we come!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006 8:33:00 AM

 

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