Sunday, August 26, 2012

What is my Name?

Author's Note : Continuation of the previous post! It may seem a little unreal, but I guess whats the fun in being real. I am not trying to write some ordinary possible story. It is going to be a sci-fi type. Hope, this doesn't suck as much as I think it may. 
First Part : One Night.
Second Part : In Coma.


I survived the fall at the hospital. The broken glass pieces of the car were stuck in my back and my head was heavy injured as the blood kept draining from it. I couldn't think what I was doing. I was walking. I had been walking for an hour or so. I was more like limping. I hurt my leg during the fall, I guess. The hospital authorities might not have searched for me keeping the climatic condition at that time. The sky was dark completely dark filled with fiery clouds which roared and thundered without a break. I was alive or not, I still have no idea. I may be a dead soul walking on the street. What else can I be? ... after a fall from a building ... no one could survive that. But my mind wasn't thinking at that time. It had forgotten everything about what had happened and how it all happened. 

The blood drained from me. I just couldn't feel it. I walked down the road, dark and silent. My heartbeat echoed in the streets. "What time is it?" , I thought in my mind. I can see the empty street with florescent lights of sodium vapour lamps guiding my way... to where...I had no idea. I was waking as if someone was chasing me. I have no memory of what happened to me the day before and the day before that. What is the last thing I remember? I tried hard to remember. But the lethal injection or whatever the doctor gave me prevented me for remembering what might have happened to me. There was an old house which looked like a church or something. It was big and the lawn was dirty and had overgrown grass. I thought it might be empty and I could rest in it for some time. « Elaborate ♦ »


"Steve, We have a problem", Dr. Jacob Matthews spoke in horrifying state to someone on the other side on the phone.
"Calm down, Tell me what happened ?" , said the voice from the other side.
"The new test subject is missing." , Doctor replied in fright of getting scolded or may get fired as well.
"Missing? How did that happen?", the voice became harder and portrayed anger.
"He fell off from the building and was not found later.", the doctor replied.
"What the fuck does that mean? And where the hell was the test patient? ", Steve demanded.
"At the hospital!", the doctor replied.
"What the hell, Jacob. Weren't our test subjects tested at the Volmax Lab?", Steve was furious.
"No, Steve. He almost died when he was brought to the hospital. And I was on a regular checks at the hospital and heard he was in coma. So, I injected a little dose of RNX912 as he was already in coma andhis chances of living were minimum.", the doctor explained. 
"What the hell is wrong with you? And why is the drug outside the lab?", Steve was becoming uncontrollably angry.
"..Yes, Steve... It is supposed to be...But I brought the blood samples to test and I needed it for the tests,  so I brought a little sample.", the doctor replied.
"Does anybody know about it? And how the hell is he still alive? Was he in coma or what?" , Steve's emotion was still unvaried. 
"That's what I am surprised about. It doesn't work on weak people and it has a lot of reactions on people who are strong. But he stayed calm so I thought he was dead", the doc replied back.
"Did you say RNX912? That hasn't been tested on humans asshole. Why did you do that?", Steve became angry again.
"Yes, thats' why I tried. I gave a little to the test subject 23 and it was fine then. So, I gave it to that almost dying person. And now the test subject 23 is dead. And this man is missing.", the doc replied.
"Are there any chances of him living? And what about the side-effects? People won't be harmed by it if he is not properly disposed off, will they?..." , Steve says relaxing somewhat knowing that nothing much can be done. 
"...And I will send someone to look for him and bring him to the lab or dispose him off if he is already dead, tomorrow. And don't tell anything about it to boss.", Steve continued. 
"Okay, I won't. Thanks.", Doc replied relaxing back in his chair.


There were broken glass pieces on my back. I had not noticed them till I hit the door of the big abandoned building. Suddenly, I felt a little pain in the back and I stopped. I couldn't move. By then, the rain had started and it was pouring like a wild fire. The empty streets were filled with the sound of the heavy rain. I was at the vast door and I was well protected from the rain. My face must have been covered with blood as I just could feel the taste of the dried blood on my lips. I tried to remove the broken pieces. They were just out of reach. I tried harder to pull them off. I couldn't bend my hand. For a normal person it would have been easy. But I don't know what was going on with me, I just couldn't reach it. I removed the remaining glass pieces which were handy and got down into the rain to clean myself up.

The water was cold, striking painfully on my muscles, my face and my body. It was painful.  I cleaned myself up and started walking back into the house. I was completely wet. And the door didn't seem to open so easily. "Is anyone still inside?", I asked myself. It didn't look like someone would stay and keep it that way. It seemed pretty old and not such a good place for people to live also by the looks of it. I realised I was trying to open the door from the wrong side. The hall was big. It must be related to someone rich and old. The interior was neatly decorated but they seemed history with broken statues, windows and patched on the walls. The roof was very high. It also seemed like a ghost house with its darkness. If I was in my wits and totally alive I wouldn't have dared to step in inside of this old building. 

I was weak but sleep didn't seem to favour me. I got into thinking trying to recollect the events that made me end up like this. Suddenly, I shiver : I couldn't recollect my name. "What is my name?", I shouted in my mind. I had no energy to shout out loud. "Where do I stay?" , "What do I do?".. the questions followed one after the other but no answers came to me. "Where was I this morning?" , I tried hard to recollect the events, my name, my job, my family, my home... The more I tried, I more betrayed and lonely I felt. I had no answers, only unanswered questions. The more I thought, the more weak I felt. I couldn't cry either. I closed my eyes and fell in a deep sleep. May be a sound sleep could help me recollect something. 

To be continued.... 

P.S. : Let me know, if it is as bad as it sounds. Because I don't think it is going on a good pace neither on good terms. I don't know how a story is written. So, bring in your feedbacks.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

In Coma.

Author's Note : Continuation of the previous post! It may seem a little unreal, but I guess whats the fun in being real. I am not trying to write some ordinary possible story. I am rather going to the sci-fi type. Hope, this doesn't suck as much as I think it may. Images are from Google. The Previous Part can be found here : One Night !

In Coma !

Some days might have passed, I think. I don't know. I don't even know what was happening or where I was. There were voices round me and some very strange noises at times. It took me ages to get back to some of my senses. I could hear the ticking clock far beyond where I was saying. It was loud, really loud. It was then a matter of minutes when I heard some *beep- beep- beep* sound besides me. Someone came, I heard a female voice saying," Doctor, Emergency!" I realized that I was in a Hospital. "What was happening to me?", I asked myself. I wanted to shout. But, I couldn't. I did't understand why. The Doctor might have come and I don't know what he did, but I was going back to sleep and I felt dizziness like something blurred my thought. But I didn't want to go back to sleep. I wanted to know what was happening. I fought not to. I wanted to kick and let my hands free. But I couldn't feel them. Before I could think any further, I went blank. My thoughts faded into thin air of darkness. 

I was dreaming, I guess. I saw everything fall in front of me. Starting from my childhood, from the point that I could remember to some where in office at some time, which I don't remember. I don't remember what happened before I came here to the Hospital. Everything flashed before my eyes like a long movie cut short into images. All the images and impressions made one point clear that "I hated my life than anything else". There were images/impressions of me trying to commit suicide at some time which failed though, for I lost hope in me and the humanity. I had a very troubled childhood. My Parents died when I was six years old. I was sent by the Children Care Society to live with my uncle whom I had never seen before in my life before that. He was one lousy bastard. I guess my parents made enough savings for me. But since I was under my uncle's care the money went to him directly. I was made to work at his shit-hole car-shed which had no customers at all. And all with the forceful work and school work, I had to squeeze time for myself. Wait, for me? I wanted to rest, I wanted to run away. I knew nothing about freedom, about laughter, about happiness. All I remember were the moments before my parent's death. That was one tragic accident in front of my eyes. And that accident which I saw with my own eyes made me much more weaker for the shock it caused me when I was so little. I worked hard through college, got decent grades and managed to get a job. I left my uncle and moved to the city. But he often visits. He visits not for my welfare. He gets carried away with gambling and liquor and begs for money. My job pays me a little, which I can't even get through the monthly rent and also I have to give some of my savings to this lousy uncle. He spent all my parent's money in gambling and improvement of the car shed, which was just another excuse. I hated him, I hated myself more. And the job isn't satisfying either. I could get a better job, but the current economy is in recession. And losing this job would mean no food. Death would be a suitable option then. I couldn't stop the flow of thoughts. I tried. I tried harder..

I tried to wake up. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. Then again, I heard a voice, the same voice which talked before I was put to sleep. She was speaking to another nurse, I think. 

"The patient went to coma 2 days back and suddenly showed some signs of improvement. Doctor says he has seen nothing like this before." She went deep into the medical terms which I couldn't make out. 

"I am in coma", I exclaimed to myself, "Impossible, but how..."
My flow of thought were disrupted as the other person started speaking.

"How did he get into coma, in the first place", the other nurse asked.

"You haven't seen the news? He was in the spotlight for rescuing a woman who was being robbed and molested. He sprung into action as that woman says and saved her life by taking two bullets. It is a miracle that he survived, you know!", the nurse replied with a bit of enthusiasm and continued, " I am actually lucky to get this case and also this is my first patient who I am administering. And now the doctor says that he might get well and walk within no time". 

And the conversation between the two nurses faded as they went away after checking on me. My thought train again departed from the station. All thoughts led me into thinking, "I wish I were dead! At least I would have done one good deed by saving the lady for all the grudge and hatred I had on God!"  What did god give me after all? A troubled childhood, dead parents, a lousy bastard uncle and a low pay job. "Is this life all about?". I went to church every Sunday, with a pint of hope that some day, some how, A Miracle would happen to me and I would be free from all my troubles of my life. But that never happened. "Why God? Why me? Why not cut me some slack" ! " Is it so hard to give me some peace of mind, something I could live for!" I got all hyper on God. I started cursing. I never swore before, never to God. But now, I am Lost. "I am in a damn COMA, for God's sake! "Why?".  "What evil did I do?" . "I was never loved, nor did I find any love". "And again What is love? ". "God! You should have left me there to die for good rather than keeping me alive in a coma". I thought, "What greater good could I do by staying alive?" . I can't even afford the medicines and now who was going to pay for my expenses as I lay lifelessly in a coma.

As I lay helplessly in my bed cursing and pitying myself for being alive in such unstable state, something went through my spine, like a shock. It forced me to open my eyes. It was dark like. I think it was midnight, for it was silence everywhere. I could feel my legs and a moment later, I could feel my hands too. It must have been windy outside. The wind was gushing though the hospital window. A cool breeze swept my lifeless body which gave me some strength and like a dead battery coming alive, I sprung up. I sat down and observed my surroundings. I was adapted to darkness, for I was in coma for so long. I saw a flower bouquet by the table with a card on it which read, " Thanks for saving me and for all the trouble" and at the back of it a number, her phone number. My legs and hands were still numb and it took me a lot of time to get them to work. Finally, I tried standing up, but stumbled. I was still wired,  connected to an ECG and other monitoring devices. I freed myself from all those. 
There was a cupboard besides my bed. It contained my belongings. I unpacked it. I found a lighter, a wallet with no visible cash and my clothes. I took out the blue grown which I was wearing and got myself into my clothes. I snapped the door open and went out in the corridor. The light in the corridor blurred my vision. I could barely see anything. It was a dim light as it was night but it still made my eyes flutter for freedom. It was painful as it hurt like hell. I managed to get to the main entrance of the Hospital and went outside. 

I could feel the calmness of the night sky, the cold breeze. I smell of the grass and the dust made me realize I was still alive and no more in a coma. The wind was mushy and fierce as if tornado broke out loose. I stopped as the wind became harder and stronger. Suddenly, some voices rose from behind. The sky was covered in clouds, dark fiery clouds. The voices became clearer by second. The sky was roaring as if a volcano is ready to explode in mid air.

"Sir, step away from the edge!", the voice from behind shouted. I was at the edge of the building at the Hospital top. But in my perception what lay ahead of me was a large empty space with a beautiful garden outside the Hospital. It might have been the morphine or something the nurse had administered some while back. May be I was hallucinating. It was the tallest building and the wind was gushing through the empty spaces of the air and filled it with noises which made it harder to listen what the people behind me tried to tell. I turned back to get the clear idea of what the voice said as I couldn't understand in the first go. I saw two female nurses and 3 male. They looked horrified. They seemed mumbling, but they were shouting at the pitch of their voice. 

" Sa..rrrr stte-ppp .... we .. roo mm.. daaa geee" !
"Saaar Sstepp... way rummm daa edgee"!
"Sirrr, Step away from the edgee"!

Thw wind carried the voices away but I could understood what they were trying to tell in the third time. I looked behind me. It was very steep and a very tall building indeed. 

"Sir stay calm and slowly move forward and don't look back". 

I turned towards them in a shock and with a confused mind. It was then a bright light flashed in front of me. A large thunderous sound which could make one hearing-impaired. It might have struck me; for I was at the worst place ever and at a impeding height. I felt the vast discharge of energy through me. I must have been burnt to death within a flicker of second. I then found myself in the air suspended freely at the height of nearly over seventy floors. Every thought I ever had flashed in front of my eyes. Everything. May be I was going to die again, I concluded and my head smashed the glass of a sedan car. 

The hospital authorities rushed down to the rescue. But I was no where to be seen. The car was broken and the glass pieces lay shattered on the road. There was blood. But there was no trail of it besides the broken car on the road. "Where did he go?", they all exclaimed. 

( To be Continued...)

P.S. : So, tell me ! Should I stop? Or shall I continue. So be frank. Because it might get totally unreal and would start sucking even more. 

Thursday, March 8, 2012

One Night.

NOTE :: This is an attempt by me in fiction. Read in a 'Narrative toneand visualizing the scenes if possible. Part # 1 . This was written a long back. I hope to extend it further. So, as this is a space for fiction, I am copying this here. Original Post can be found here : One Night !

I was walking back home after a busy day at work. It was 21st of November and mid winter. The cold was killing and freezing my nerves. It was night and pitch dark/ The roads were silent. I could hear the ticking sound of my wrist watch. I gave it a glance. It showed 2330 hours. The calmness of the night was killing me. I have never been so late at work. And that day it was rather unusual. The roads aren't empty even if the clock strikes twelve. A vibration in my right pocket of my overcoat caught my attention. My phone was ringing. I slipped my old sleazy phone and flipped it open to check who was calling. It was the call from the customer care, saying that if I don't pay the due by tomorrow, my connection will be invalid. I just ignored it and kept it safely back in the pocket. I was on the pavement striding back to my rented house. "Oh my god!!", I exclaimed remembering the ugly old house owner. He was so stubborn. He was never interested in giving the room to me, as if the room was once visited and stayed by Queen Elizabeth. It was one ugly broken room. If I had not taken it, no one else would have taken it. I found it much cheaper than the remaining houses, at that time. It was a small room with a broken window and a small shabby bathroom. The public bathrooms are much better that that one. A small broken bed, which I think was used by his great-great grandfather. And the room was almost falling apart. I guess it was built is some early 16th century. I can tell this by the architecture it had and the material with which it was made, which was so weak. I had no other choice. I just came with a few clothes and a few books in my hand to do my studying thing. I knew no one in this foreign land. All were busy with their work and not even during graduation. I found no one quite helpful to me. I was alone.

The chilling night froze my legs and I could walk no further. I saw a park near by. It was calm and had a bench. I went near it collected some dry leaves and lit it with the lighter. And I sat down thinking of making money as fast as I can. My eyes caught the attention of the beauty of the night. The night working clad and the buildings lit up the dark night. The reflection of the light in the river was mesmerising to watch. I totally forgot about myself and let the images of my childhood play in front of my eyes. My hand slowly went into the left pocket of my overcoat, where I usually keep my cigarettes. "Damn", exclaimed I. I didn't had the money to buy that even. I woke up from my childhood-projection and started feeling the warmth of the burnt dry leaves. The night owls were out for their preys and making conversations to each other. The squealing noise of the blind bats was too much annoying. There was a swing at the corner of the park. Actually, it was no more a park and no more a playing area for the kids. It was an abandoned park. All that were left were the traces of the things which were used and left behind. The cold wind gave me a small chill in the spine. The heat was dying out, the leaves were flying randomly and I could not sustain the cold. I collected much more dry leaves and broken twigs and made the fire. Again my hand went to the left pocket for a cigarette as a habit. But I could find one. I just wasn't feeling well. I had a very bad day at work. I was pinned up by my boss for the mistake I never did. I knew a man, who was too jealous of me. This was my fifth job this year, and I could not just lose it again, due to some ugly bastard eying my work. I was too much sincere and though I did the projects and work, he always took the credit for an excuse to be in my group. I should have never allowed that and should have asked for a different group. I never knew his ugly thoughts and ideas for getting up the rank utilizing others hard work. I should have realized it much earlier. Today, he just made it a big issue by claiming me to the culprit in not submitting the project. But in reality, I had submitted it the previous day. I had to stay up the evening and re-submit it. It made me late. I was the last one to leave the workplace. It was cold outside and I just couldn't bear it. I was breaking the twigs in my hand as i was thinking about the events that happened in the morning. It made me angry, but I could do nothing.

The fire went down the fury and ended into the smoke while I recovered myself from the eventful history of the day. I could feel a sort of comfort in me with the small heat I made. I was now capable of making the journey back to my room. The streets were damn too silent. I looked at my watch. It was 0030 hours. It was too dark and the street lights were flickering. The incandescent light fell on the pavement on which I was walking. I was still in deep thought about the person who was acting so loyal but actually wasn't. I was way too far from my room. Actually, it takes me almost an hour to reach my room on a crowded evening. But today, I didn't feel like going to my room. But the cold was compelling to go as fast as I could. But I could walk faster. I saw a man pass by me fast on the other side of the road. I thought he was also late and hence was walking fast to reach his destination. Seconds passes by and the man disappeared in the turn at the end of the street.

"Somebody Help", a fine lady's voice broke the silence of the night. The voice revealed some sort of frightfulness. I quickly ran to the direction o the noise. It was the same path which the man took. I reached the corner of the road and gave a peek at the side road. It was dark, much darker than the remaining area. But the slightly glowing street light was sufficient to know what was happening. A man was holding a gun. I don't know what type of gun it was. He didn't see me nor did the lady. The man was holding a purse in the other hand and I saw her giving the cell phone also. She was literally crying, but with no voice. As he had already ordered her to remain silent or else he would shoot. I slowly crawled behind the shadows and tried to go near the scene. As I was crawling a hard thing in my pocket hit my hand. It was my phone. I immediately dialed 911.

"Hello, you have reached the emergency services", said a voice in the other side.

"He..e..ll..o", I was speaking, but I realised that the cold had freezed my jaws.

"What type of service do you want... Police, Ambulance, .. " continued the voice in the other side. I have never called for any emergency service and I never knew there was so much of ado in the procedure. I immediately responded

"Police, please. Its urgent. 27th street,Math street. Immediately please.", I said these with utmost caution without alarming the man and the lady.

"We will be sending a patrol car in a few seconds", said the voice from the control room and I was relieved from the call. I never knew that I could make a call. I forgot about the due in my phone balance.


"I have give you everything, I have. And I don't have anything else with me. Please let me go", said the lady from whom the man in the black overcoat took everything from her.He checked the money in the purse. It was huge and was sufficient for two months for a person like me.

"I am not satisfied with the money", said a hoarse voice, the voice of the man in the black overcoat. I anticipated his ugly desire. I no longer could stay in the dark and slowly came to light. The woman caught my attention and now I could see her face clearly. She was in a complete helpless state. And I no longer could take it.

"Please help me, he robbed me of everything and..." the lady was addressing me and the man turned towards me. I don't know what happened to me. I was bold enough to face him.

"Leave the lady alone. You got what you wanted. You got the money. So, now leave her alone.", I said in sort of a commanding voice.

"Its none of your business. Gett the helll out of here and better mind your work." darted the man pointing the revolver on me.

"I guess you also got what you wanted. So, now leavee..",  as I was saying, i was moving forward towards the lady.
I was moving slowly, but he could see me moving a opened fire in the empty air above. I could not it. It was rather too loud. I was shivering in one side and trying to protect the lady too. I was almost in the lion's den now. I was in the middle of both of them.

"Hey, don't you move a inch further or else I will shoot. Now, get the hell out of here.C'mon move your ass off here".
He pointed the gun towards me and the lady. I had a phone in my hand and I wasn't sure what to do. The cops haven't yet arrived. Its been some fifteen minutes and I couldn't the sight of them. I held the phone harder and thought of aiming it at the gun. I wasn't good at aim-hitting. I quickly pulled out my hand and threw it in the direction of the gun. I wasn't thinking. I could not. Luckily, it did hit the gun, but before it he had already shot the bullet. I could hear it in the silence of the night. I quickly gave a glance at the lady. She was fine. She wasn't hit. I thought, he missed the shot. The gun fell far from his reach. I quickly moved toward him to catch him. But was prepared for it and welcomed me with a punch. But luckily, I wasn't fast enough to receive it. I signalled the lady to run and call the cops. I stumbled and fell on him. This he didn't expect. This time, I tried giving him a nice shot. Though I did, but the frozen-stricken hands did not do much impact on him. I gave him another one. By now, he was ready to face it and defended it and gave me one hard hit. I moved back and fell on the ground. I could hear the siren of the cops. The could not feel anything. Just a small pain in the chest. But he hit me in the face. I saw blood oozing out of my chest. Now, it was hurting me much more. Was I shot? I went unconscious.

P.S. :: This is my first attempt on fiction. Actually I didn't want to end up like this. I am working on a similar genre of the story. So, if you people like this or have any suggestions to add, please drop by your suggestions. I would be glad to hear from you and would try to make it much more interesting.