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After few days of this newly gained ‘positive attitude’, our guy decided to commit suicide. He met with a large group of teenagers online who were all willing to commit suicide. So it was all decided. They all gathered at a hotel on a hill top. A few people who wanted to jump off the cliff remained outside; all others went in to a large hotel room, locked the door and flushed the key just for the thrill of it. Few people were ready with poison. One fellow had a fully loaded gun. Knifes, ropes and stuff were all over the place.

Our mad guy observed that people didn’t have enough guts to die. They were all waiting for something. But our guy was so depressed that he couldn’t wait anymore. He borrowed the fully loaded gun from his neighbour. “Ok, this is it”, he thought. “Now is the time”. He placed his fore finger on the trigger, pointed the gun at his temple and pulled the trigger off. BANG!! The girl who was standing beside him was dead. Probably his ‘aim’ was not good. He tried a few more times. A couple of people died and more got injured. Everyone was screaming. They were all begging him to leave them alone. They wanted to die in their own fashion. At least not like this. They somehow found out that they didn’t want to die at the hands of the maddest person ever on earth. Our guy was too busy to care for them. Now he was trying so hard to die, to shoot himself, that half the people there got injured. Finally bullets were over. He felt really sad. He glanced at others to see how successful they were getting. A large group of people were fussing over the commode (probably for the key). Few were hitting window panes with anything and everything. Wardrobes were full of terrified people. Some people were badly injured and a few were dead. He felt jealous. When they realized that he was looking at them, there was a mad scramble for exit. They were all screaming and begging, but nobody dared to go any nearer to him. Most of them were so afraid of death now that they had decided to live forever. Finally hotel manager opened the door with a spare key and died because of the rampage. That is how our mad guy became an underworld don. Now police were behind him (it only meant that police were trying to get as far from him as possible).



The next few days were not the best days of his life. He was totally confused. He was having some serious problems. His roommate was acting strange. When this guy was trying ‘real hard’ to put on his pants, the disgusted roommate would say”what the hell are you trying to do with that pillow case?? ” . When the mad guy was getting a hold on the sudoku problem that he was trying to solve from past one day, the irritated roommate would scream “why are you marking numbers all over my calendar?!!”. Our guy didn’t understand what was wrong with the roommate.

Another day he cut his toe nail while shaving. He would have jumped with joy if he had cut his ear because it was so near to his beard. But no it had to be his toe nail!! All in all, he was not happy. You wouldn’t be happy if at one moment you think you are attending a very important phone call and the very next moment you realize you are pressing one of your slippers against your cheek. Finally he was taken to a psychiatrist. Doctor figured that the guy was confused beyond measures. He prescribed a dosage of tranquillizers and asked the mad guy to come back after 10 days. ‘Getting addicted to drugs’ was the last thing our guy wanted. So he discontinued taking prescribed medicine.

Things went so out of hands that our guy became even more dejected. He thought he was losing his memory. He couldn’t remember much of his past. He decided to check if he remembers any of those exercises from the yogaasana classes. He slowly and gracefully went through the different aasanas. Gracefully?? Really?? Because his muscles were all aching, his head was hurting. For all the effects, he could as well have toppled down the stairs. He decided to check if he can ride his bike. He carefully sat on his bike. It was difficult to balance. Now slowly he moved, eventually picked up acceleration, everything was perfect. Bike handle was rock steady. Bike didn’t even shook or waver. He was so full of enthusiasm. He wanted to prove something to himself. He wanted to take more risk. Huh! Where is fun without risk?? So he slowly removed the stand and BANG!! He fell off. Well that can always happen. Bike accidents are so common. Anyone can meet with an accident – our guy thought optimistically.


A guy was dying. A simple innocent guy was dying. Something was terribly wrong. He couldn’t sleep for a moment. Probably, he was suffering from insomnia. He couldn’t concentrate on anything anymore and he simply couldn’t go to sleep. He was dying. He was tired and weak. He couldn’t focus. Everything was hazy. He felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He was glad – at least he was feeling something, because lately he wasn’t feeling anything. And now he thought someone was pushing him hard. He couldn’t understand what was happening?!! Suddenly he woke up and routinely and mechanically answered his attendance call!!!

Well, apparently he was not suffering from insomnia!! But it is true that something was wrong. It all started two months ago. Before that he was a sincere and brilliant student. But he had one bad practice i.e., listening to every lecture. Exactly two months ago, a new lecturer had come to their class. Within first five minutes of the lecture, most of the class realized that they were not supposed to listen to anything he says. But this guy was very adamant. He listened to everything the new lecturer said and tried to make sense out of it. The new lecturer felt very uneasy. He was not used to this kind of behavior. When the boy foolishly continued to listen to his every word, the teacher got very irritated and he stopped talking at once. But this guy, the nerve of him, still continued to look at the lecturer very intently with rapt attention. Lecturer decided to teach him a lesson. He used all his talent and said something very irrelevant and something so very out of sense that even our guy couldn’t understand and he went mad.

Note: We can no longer ignore the ‘mad man’ mentioned in first chapter ( see chapter one). We can no longer assume he didn’t exist. Because this mad guy and the ‘mad man’ mentioned in the first chapter are one and the same. The reason for his depression is no longer a mystery!!

(This is the point where you would want to put a bullet through my head)

Beijing, China


       It was another busy day at the Qianmen street, Beijing. Merchants on the sides of the street were busy displaying their commodities for sale. Nobody had time to look at that weird tourist who appeared to be lazing in a corner. From the looks of his clothing he appeared to be from far off place (may be southern part of India).

      He was telling anybody who would listen that he was a genius. Hey! Wait a minute! He was not a complete nonentity. A few people were saluting him as they hurriedly walked past him. And out of nowhere a couple came to him with a baby. They seemed to respect him a lot. After the initial greetings, they gave him some presents and then they asked him to name their son or daughter, whichever it was. Even our genius didn’t bother to check if the baby was he or she. He simply took out a few odd looking things from his sack – a utensil, a thick old coin and a toy duck (probably made of rubber).  He dropped them one after the other. Those mysterious things produced some weird sound as they made contact with the stone pavement. Something like Ting Tzu Tidin and that became the baby’s name. ( what a stupid name!! ok now you know why most of the Chinese names are like that ).

       Perhaps our genius was not observing but before they left, the baby gave him one long murderous look. It was very clear from that venomous look that baby wanted to ‘PUT A BULLET THROUGH HIS HEAD’, for ruining his name like that.

Long, long ago, not so long ago, but for all practical purposes we can consider it as long enough, of course how long it is, is immaterial for our story, there lived a mad man who was very dejected. The reason for his depression was a mystery.Nobody knew anything about him. So for our story we’ll assume he didn’t exist!!!!

There also lived a teenager at the foot of mountains and he died mysteriously. So at this stage of our story we don’t have any significant characters… but the story goes on..

One fine morning it was raining heavily which turned into a drizzle by afternoon. All the inhabitants of the village were inside their houses. Mr. Snapshot said ” I don’t like Sir Patrick. His manners are lack. He never talks to me.” At that very moment, there was a sound of gunfire and BANG!! Mr. Snapshot was dead. Mrs. Snapshot who was listening very intently eventually dozed off. In her dream, she saw a horrible scene in which Mr. Snapshot was shot.  She woke with a start. She was drenched in sweat even though it was not that hot. She was shocked to see a revolver in her left hand and few papers in her right hand. Earlier that day, she had started her first novel called ‘PUT A BULLET THROUGH HIS HEAD’.

So that was Mr. Snapshot who deserved to be snapped but got shot instead. Alas! At least he lived up to his name.

Now, can anybody guess the main character of the story??

Hi all..  I got to know that its not compulsory to post sensible  stuff here!! So I have decided that i also should have my own BLOG!  🙂  I am not quite sure what all I will write here.. I observed that ppl write their experiences and ‘thoughts’.. now the problem is I don’t THINK so much and most of my thoughts are one-liners!!

So I’ll start off with a story. It is only fair that I am warning all  in the very beginning that the ‘story’ is not for faint-hearted!! there is violence and madness…deaths and murders.. be prepared for abrupt twists!!

And oh! yea.. the title of the story is ‘PUT A BULLET THROUGH HIS HEAD’

Need all your support!

— cheb

till now..

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