monday 55 – road rage
one of the fastest spreading memes in the desi blogosphere is the genre of microfiction commonly referred to as 55 fiction. this is basically a type of story which is written in exactly 55 words. though the concept itself was introduced in the eighties and is copyrighted, it has spread like wildfire since the popularisation of blogging.
as you all know, kmb isn’t exactly the type of blog which misses the train at fad station. so we’ve decided to create a sort of weekly diversion where we (and this includes you, constant reader) will try to give our creative cells a workout and come up with some karachi related 55ers. if we get some positive feedback, this can be made a regular feature.
the title of this post mentions the theme of this week’s 55 fiction entries – road rage, practically a trademark of karachi’s streets. here are my two cents:
as far as he could make out, the cg-125 had forced the big 5c to stop in the middle of the road. five seconds later, the driver and the biker were exchanging blows while the onlookers managed to block the remaining tracks.
typical monday morning on m a jinnah road.
“shit”, thought fareed. “late again.”
let’s see your entries in the comments area. all of you have seen road rage in karachi. now its time to write about it!
Usman was about to move out of the curb onto the side lane, when suddenly; out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a car approaching at a high speed.
With seconds to spare, he jammed on the brakes.
‘Whew!’….. Usman relaxed. This was the second time in as many days that he escaped a potential collision.
As he hurriedly reached his office he was usually greeted by the frowning boss.
“How many times do i have to tell you to stop wasting your time with these two takka journalists who can’t afford a decent lemon soda bottle with their huq halal ki qamai.Yet you keep on wasting your time with these scoundrels who think that their worthless brainshit is responsible for all the policy making and elites won’t take another step without consulting them or having them accompanied”.(boss takes a brief pause)
“Son,they’are trying to make you the fodder of their two line news item.Why don’t you listen to me?”
Fareed mumbled, “Sir, this time it’s the damn traffic and no fault of mine”.
Boss,”Good Heavens,This is fifth time in a row within a week.How am i suppose to run things like these?.Enough is enough.Get your lazy ass out of my sight and find yourself another employer who can afford you and your ways”.
Fareed (slamming the Helmet on the floor),”You’re firing me for others follies,this is not fair.What crime is it of me if someone pushes his leg in my bikes wheels.Do you know what pains and troubles i pass through reaching the office daily all the way from the other corner of Karachi while you glide your way to the office in your chauffer driven sedan.I’m also fed up with having a nut like you as boss.I’m a human not some robot or digital watch to remain precise or error free”.
(Meanwhile Arjumand(the pretty secretary of the boss) arrives with usual files and papers for signing.After signing boss is surprised to see Fareed still standing there).”You’re still here.Get lost i said”.
Fareed,”okay fine no need to shout but this is not fair”.(and while he was descending the stairs with drooping shoulders and elongated face he was thinking whom to blame,the cruel boss or Karachi traffic).
@Guy_Smiley : I hate to do this but, which part of “55 words” did you not understand ???
regards
DV
@ arsalaan: cool :) very nice. i like.
@ guy_smiley: the story’s pretty good but as darth vader’s pointed out, it was supposed to be restricted to 55 words….
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Xill, I am glad. Thank you for the compliment.
great one xill, as usual :)
*crash!*
“what the hell was that!!!” the driver shouted to no one in particular, swiveling his head to look for the guy who’d just decimated his side-view mirror
the biker got off his motorcycle and strode towards the car, the driver got off too..
“sorry about that man…”
“its okay, you’re not hurt are you?”
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my contribution to the list.. somewhat fiction :p somewhat real life ;)
*Zooooom*
“How dare he, I’ll show him”, thought Ahsan. He increased the speed of his white corolla and without giving much though to safety, started weaving in and out of the traffic.
*Zooooom*
*Screeeeeech*
*Zooooom*
He cut in front of a red mehran.
“How dare he, I’ll show him”, thought Faisal and increased his speed.
Mansoor, Manish, excellent pieces.
Opps! Sorry for the double entry.
mansoor: thanks! and nice one by yourself – even though you somehow missed out on the “rage” part :)
manish: awesome! very very nice.
“Look away, look away, look away,” she muttered. Squirm, avert, look away, look down? Damning discomfort.
He kept his stare affixed; expectant and questioning, blissfully indifferent toward her forfended gaze.
The red takes forever to transform into green. She’s stuck in discomfiting eternity. He titivates his bike and speeds away, unaware of her silent rage.
Excellent, Rabayl. It looks as if everyone is sharing their own experiences.
whoa rabayl! that’s by far the best of the lot!
And why on earth does he ‘titvate’ his bike at a red light?
cmo’n now OA , surely you are not questioning the integrity of Bayl’s 55er are you ? errrr why don’t you go and find yourself a girlfriend or something ……..hehe
DV
xill: my piece was kind of how rage dissipates… oh well.. i’ll try better next time :p
manish & bayl: beautiful!
Hey DV, this one’s for you:)
I’ve got a rabbit, it likes to hop
I’ve got a girl and she likes to shop
The other foot looks like it won’t drop
(The Raconteurs)
Excellent Manish!!
Thank you :)
Thank you for enjoying it…I enjoyed writing it….:)
MAnish: I just wish u use ur real name…