Showing posts with label Original work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Original work. Show all posts

The Piano Prodigy


This is an excerpt from the story 'The Piano Prodigy' which earned a special mention in the Campfire Young Writer Awards. I received the award on 20th Oct 2012.

“I ask you for the last time, are you coming shopping with me?”
I didn’t look at Aditi. I just lay on the bed without a sound.

“Nisha, my dear sister?”
I sighed, “No.”

“Well, I’m going, then. Don’t say I didn’t tell you about the sale at the mall.”
“Aditi, I’m not feeling like going out today. I’ll see you later.”

SLAM!
‘She’ll break the door someday,’ I thought. ‘Then she will make me pay for it.’ I thought I could try and soften her a bit, maybe reduce a few things from the shopping list I gave her. I picked up my mobile phone and dialled her number.

The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off. Please try later.
‘Is she really that angry with me? She switched off her phone? I don’t think so,’ I thought. But Aditi never switches off her phone. That’s odd.

I opened a closet and pulled on a jacket. Maybe a walk would drive away my tension. I grabbed an umbrella in case it started raining and set off.

A Little Girl


This is one of my most prized drawings. It is of a girl who is looking scared (?) and suspicious (?). I cannot decide a name for her, but it will come with time.

The Curse


This story 'The curse'  won second prize in the Scholastic All- India Storywriting competition.

“Oh no!” Said Aryan. “It was a brand new ball. Now it has got stuck in that tree. Who will go and get it now?”

“Should we send Sunita up?” Vishal asked.
Gaurav followed Sunita up the tree.

“See, the ball is up there,” Sunita whispered,“Just shove me up, will you?”
The kids were practicing for the school Cricket Tournament.

Suddenly, Gaurav found himself falling from the tree. He grabbed Sunita’s leg in surprise. They both fell out of the tree and started spinning rapidly. Gaurav thought he saw the sun very close to him.
“Don’t leave me, Sunita!” He yelled. Behind him, he could hear Sunita crying. Suddenly, they fell on solid ground. Sunita was still sobbing.

Gaurav reached out his hand and patted her head. They opened their eyes and found that they were in a strange world.


This story is published in the book 'For Kids By Kids- The Best of Scholastic All- India Storywriting Competition 2011'. Please read the book for the complete story.

The Diary of a Mountaineer


This was written by me at eleven years of age. Most of the facts are wrong, but it makes for good reading.

28 September
The greatest day of my life! Joe Greenwell, the famous mountaineer has invited me to climb Mt. Everest with him. Apparently he has heard of my feats in mountaineering. The team consists of six people- Joe Greenwell from Britain, Feng Yang from China, Tom Brown from USA and Peter (I don’t remember his surname, it’s too difficult- but it begins with B) from Switzerland and me. The sixth person is not yet decided, but I’ll get to know soon.

30 September
Joe just called. He says the sixth person is Danil Titov from Russia. It is a very international team, since I am from India.

18 January
We’re due to leave for Leh next month. From there we’ll take a bus to camp.

5 February
We had reached Leh a bit earlier than expected. The rest of the days are reserved for sightseeing and for us to get used to the climate. There are many hazards like high altitude sickness and frostbite. We’re in a hotel right now and we couldn’t have hoped for a better weather. There’s Feng and Peter calling me for a game of cards right now. But for some reason Danil doesn’t interact a lot with us. He just mutters things in Russian. I doubt he knows a lot of English.

6 February
We’re still in the hotel. That day I just passed Danil as he was sitting in a corner. He just sprang up suddenly and said,” Hello, You Surty? I Danil. Want joss?” He held up a bottle of juice. Before I could answer, he went on. “No? Okay. You have later. Come here.” He led me to the kitchen. “I so scared of fire. I like cold.” he said. “You make food?” He told me the recipe of some Russian dish and I made it for him. When I tasted it, I was so proud of my cooking. From then on he has started talking to me. I like the way in which he speaks English. He isn’t a bad fellow at all. Oh, by the way, we’re going to climb the mountain on the 8th.

8 February
I didn’t sleep at all. We left at dawn and have already ascended about 8 km. Feng knows every corner of the mountain. Tom just told me a few ghost stories. I feel Danil knows better stories than him. We reached the camp halfway up the mountain. We’re just going to refill our provisions. We don’t want to waste time here. Next morning we will continue our climb.

9 February  
A devastating day! Danil has gone missing and Feng is unwell. But he still wants to go on inspite of telling him, that it is not advisable and blah blah blah. We’ll go a bit slowly now for him. But it is impossible to stop without getting freeze-dried.

10 February

Feng’s gone missing too. We now feel it’s our duty to find Danil and Feng. We’ve decided that we’ll abandon our trip to the peak and using our GPS, we’ll find our way out. We all are preparing ourselves physically and mentally for it.

11 February

’m getting very scared. At about 5 pm, I looked up and saw a white creature high on top of the mountain. It was running on two legs and was blowing up a cloud of before disappearing behind a rock. Others did not believe me but never the less, we headed in that direction. Reaching the rock, we found foot prints. We followed them and they disappeared near a cave. We saw Danil and Feng near the cave. They were dead. I think this will be my last entry. The white creature has found us. It looks like a yeti. It is coming closer.... I think this is.... the end....

Sorry for the sudden ending. I cannot tell you anything else about it except for the next day’s newspaper headline.

TEAM OF SIX MOUNTAINEERS FOUND DEAD IN MOUNTAIN CAVE

A Bizzare Journey

This story was written when I was eleven years old. It was based on a dream that I actually had.

One day when I woke up from my sleep, I remembered a strange dream, which I had. I vaguely remembered the face of a huge giant and my classmates, Shivani and Lavanya.

Then that day, when I went to school, I saw Shivani with a puzzled expression on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I had a dream, in which you, Lavanya and I defeated a giant. Apparently, Lavanya also had the same dream. That’s what’s puzzling me.” She replied.

“Something’s wrong,” I said. “I also had the same dream. May be some coincidence.”

“Yeah, may be,” Said Shivani. But she still looked thoughtful.

I then saw my best friends Sanya and Priya walking towards me.

“Where were you? Sanya said. “The bell already rang.”

“I’ll come later.” I said. I then saw a Door Emptying Into Nothing. I stepped into it and I felt two hands on my wrist and a cry of “Don’t go there!”

Suddenly, I saw myself in a strange place with red, yellow and orange soil. Here and there were a few cactii. It looked like an extraterrestrial desert. Then I heard voices behind me. Oh god, I thought, I have dragged Shivani and Lavanya along with me. Then I heard a hungry growl. I turned behind and saw a terrible beast with four inch claws, red eyes and a drooling mouth behind me. It had the mane of a lion, face of a tiger, teeth of a shark and body of an elephant. Ultimate killing machine!

And the worst thing was…

IT WAS HUNGRY!!!

“RUN!” I cried. The other girls followed me. I could hear the feet of an elephant thump- thump- thumping on the sand. I ran into a cave. Suddenly there was a piercing scream. I turned and saw Shivani wriggling in the horrible beast’s mouth.

“Do something!” Lavanya cried.

“Lemme think!” I yelled. What could I do to stop the beast? I had an idea. I tore up the nearest cactus by its roots and threw it at the beast. Shivani screamed as it poked her legs. But the good thing was the thorns went in its eyes.

The beast was blinded and stumbled around in pain. In the confusion, it dropped Shivani and she scampered off into the cave. We all ran into the cave and I pushed a rock into the entrance.

“Now what should we do?” Shivani yelled. “This cave leads somewhere and we don’t know where. What if there’s another creature in here?”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “This cave is a long passage. It has to lead somewhere. If it doesn’t, we’ll come back here.” I turned to Lavanya. The light of adventure was tinkling in her eye. But suddenly her face grew grave.

“But what about Shivani?” She asked.             

I turned to look at Shivani.

“I’m fine!” She gasped. “I’ll come.”

I glanced at her leg. It was bleeding. “You are not going anywhere.” I said firmly. I tore a strip off my uniform and dipped it in a pool of water. I tied it around her leg.

“Now it’ll be okay.” I smiled.

Shivani tried to stand. Then she tried to walk.

“Come on, let’s go.” She said. We walked along the cave and after half an hour it opened up into a place at dawn. It was just a bare land with a few hills in a distance and a building near us. I saw that it was a school. We huddled outside a class.

“Who’s going to enquire?” I asked. We started quarrelling. It resulted me asking the teacher. I opened the door and poked my head inside.

“Um, Sorry to disturb you, but which school is this? And in which city?”

The teacher looked at me. “Are you new?” She asked. “This is the city of Pune and this is St. Paul’s school. What are you looking for?”

I gasped. This was my own school. But how can it be? I turned to look at my friends. They stared at me in astonishment. I stared back. I turned to the teacher and asked, ”What’s the date?”

“13th March.”

“And the year?”

“2060,” she replied and returned to teaching.

I was shocked. I had left when it was 2010 and now, in an hour, it is 2060? Anyway, I went to the staff room and got a teacher.

“Well, Ma’am, I think you ought to know that we have little problem, we have travelled forward in time. If we were of our correct ages now, we would be elder to you. We would be 61 years old.” I said. The teacher stared.

“Where is 5C, our class?”

“5C?” The teacher said.

“Okay, come with me.” She led us into a cold passage full of dust and cobwebs. A dusty door with a rusty plaque with 5C written on it was at the end of the door.

“What happened to it?” Shivani whispered.

“About 50 years ago, some paranormal activities occurred in this classroom. A girl was killed. That was when the school authorities decided to shut down this particular classroom. The girls were sent to other classes and that is why this school doesn’t have a 5C now.” The teacher sighed. “Pity, it was my mother’s class.”

“Your mother?” I asked. “Who?”

“Sanya Sinha.” She said.

“Huh, She is my best friend. Or rather, was. Where is she now?”

“The last house in the street.” She replied and walked away.

After she went, Lavanya whispered to me, “What’s paranormal?”

“Unknown activities, aliens, ghosts and such.” I whispered back.

“Let’s go to Sanya!” Shivani said. We walked to the street. I rang the bell of the last house. An elderly lady opened the door.

“Who is it?” She said.

“Sanya?” We asked.

“Is that you? Oh my God!” She said. “Come on in.”

We went in and Sanya offered us some cakes. We talked together for some time.

“Where is Priya?” I asked.

Sanya glanced at us and then looked at the ground.

“Well, you shouldn’t have asked.” Sanya said. “Just after you left, Priya mysteriously fainted in the class. It was horrible. And – well – she didn’t survive. Her last words were, ‘Give my love to my third friend if she ever comes back.’ ” Sanya said, with tears in her eyes.

“Oh no,” I said.

“But let’s not talk about these things,” Sanya said. “The question is how to get you back.”

“Yeah, may be we could walk back up the cave.” Shivani and Lavanya said together.

“Good idea, Let’s no waste any more time.” I said.

We walked back up the street together. There was the mouth of the cave. Sanya gave us a torch.

“Take this and go.” She said.

“Farewell!” Lavanya said.

We trudged back up the cave and I removed the rock I had kept at the mouth of the cave. The torch melted in Lavanya’s hands. We saw the Door Into Nothing and stepped through. And then we found ourselves in our own school the moment we had left it. I could see Sanya and Priya in front of me. Our uniforms were neat and clean again.

Our bizarre journey had ended.

The Dollar Story


This story was written when I was six years old. To enjoy the authenticity, I have posted the original story which I had typed, mistakes and all. And yes, the date above is the actual date of the creation of this story.

$7.251 “Pay that!’

Said a shopkeeper. “That fellow is a thief. He stole my wallet. He is not paying the money.” The man ran away. He had a black cat and a black coat. The coat fell in a big pit. The cat fell in a river. The current was swift and the cat drifted away. The thief looked behind and at a distance he saw people with sticks running after him. The people ran and soon caught thief.




MORAL do not STEAL anything.

Raju

This is a hilarious story written when I was five years old. To enjoy the authenticity, I have posted the original story which I had typed, mistakes and all. And yes, the date above is the actual date of the creation of this story.

A boy called raju

Once upon a time there was a boy called raju. His mother’s name was kalki. One day raju was playing in garden.

And his mother was alone in the house. Then raju felled down. And the red blood was coming out. And he cried

as hard as he could.


Moral

When your mother or father is not there play safely.