Tales for Forever

The hiker was making good pace. He felt he should be at the next pit stop before it got too dark. The rain had slowed things down. He too was to blame. Taking pictures of reflections of coloured trees on the water was fun, but it had cost him valuable time. Now he was an hour behind. A brown dog emerged from the bushes a good fifty yards away, downhill from him. It was tall and big for a dog. It crossed in a straight line across the trail and disappeared on the other side. The hiker waited for the owner to appear. No one was following the dog. But wait, the bushy tail had been drooping down. It was no dog, it was a wolf! The hiker slowed down to a stumble. He nervously stomped his feet. He waited. He started moving slowly again, moving his hands in the air and clapping every 5 seconds as loud as he could. He slowly reached the point where the wolf had crossed. Cold sweat appeared on his brow. A bead of sweat went down his spine. His pulse had increased. He looked across the bush,...

Michael looked out of the window from his bed. The sun was going to be visible in a few minutes. The birds were already chirping making a loud commotion. His alarm would go off in a few minutes as well, he thought, as he struggled out of his bed. Next to his bed, on his desk was a pile of things to be fixed. Controllers that were not working, solar modules that were not charging the batteries, and batteries that were not getting charged. Though he was just ten, he needed to help his family farm on a regular basis. He did so, by trying to fix broken farm equipment on his own. As he stepped outside his bedroom and walked through the short corridor that led to the back door, he could hear his parents were up and taking care of his baby sister. His sister, who was seven years younger to him, was demanding all their attention, and Michael was happy, as it left him to focus on things he needed to do. As he stepped outside the house, in the morning light, he could see the soil moisture ...

The developer walked hurriedly towards the conference room, his coffee hand outstretched half way away from his nicely ironed shirt and blue patterned tie, held down by his ID card hanging on his neck. He was late for the morning daily scrum meeting, he thought again as he approached the conference room. He opened the door ever so quietly, stepping into the navy blue square patterned carpet of the conference room. Still twenty or so eyes at the back of the room turned towards him. They seemed to be waiting for a distraction to show up. In front of the crowd of twenty odd people in the room, a person's face projected on the wall spoke in a monotonous voice. He read out the modules' names and their daily status on the work remaining.  Behind him were a bunch of impatient faces, impatient to leave for the day. They constantly shook their heads, as their team lead gave commitments on their behalf on meeting the deadline for code freeze the coming Friday, stealing looks at their...

The old man struggled to connect the camera on top of the laptop. His shaking hands did not help either. Like him, his laptop was old, and pre dated the time when cameras started coming inbuilt into the Bezel of the laptop screen. He clicked on the video icon on the application that had been on on his laptop since past thirty minutes, keeping another eye cautiously on the webcam that precariously hung at the top of the laptop. He watched anxiously as the Skype call rang for a few minutes. Finally, he could see his grand son smile sheepishly from the other end. Smiling, the young boy said "Morning grandpa, what time is it for you there? ". Grandpa smiled back. The past half hour had been worth it. He could face another day of life.

There once was a large family. Made up of many brothers and sisters. The brothers and sisters got married and over time had their own kids. These kids were first cousins. It so happened that amongst these families there was a group of male cousins who were almost the same age and in their teens and growing up fast to become men of their own standing. In family re-unions, the parents of these male cousins gushed over the abilities of their kids. The parents of Indy gushed on how mature and well-grounded their son was and how his talents would make the families even more established. The parents of Dominique talked about how their son was a budding entrepreneur and one day would take over from his father Edward to become the largest businessman in the town. The parents of Patrick heard these comments and worried that their son, who was neither that wise, nor that smart, may fall prey to a sense of being the victim in the family and end up blaming others for his lack of talent. This...

In this blog, I plan to tell stories and weave tales. Stories that personify events, news, things and people in my life and the world around me. I may not present the moral of the story in every case, and indeed in many cases, the readers will be asked to suggest how the story should end or the matter resolved. End of the day it is trying to understand a situation from a different perspective, so that everyone can relate to it. Hope everyone reading it enjoys it as much as I do writing it.