Some breathtaking thriller/scary/ drama/emotional/love stories that will make you ponder
The breathtaking thriller/scary/drama stories that will make you ponder.
I am a journalist and many other journalists like me crib about their extended work hours and thankless job. Despite all this, what is more excruciating is the low pay scale.
I often complained about my job to my family members, close friends and myself. I wish I had studied harder to become an engineer, doctor or IT professional. Apart from this, there was no spice in my life. Either I was doing field work, reporting for the entire day or doing desk job at home, with my window slightly open. This window was very important to me as whenever I did work from home, it gave me clean glance of the outside world from the 14th floor.
On one fine day, while writing news articles from my room, I heard some not outside my window. After a few seconds, there was someone knocking. At first, I was discombobulated thinking who could it be? When I opened the window, I found a painter right outside.
Me: What’s the matter?
The painter: Can i get a coffee?
“Are you mad?” I asked.
The painter: I really need one.
Me: Go away.
I shut the window and continued my boring office job. After about half an hour, again someone knocked on my window. I knew it was him and it was clear his urged for a cup of coffee will not die easily. I opened the window and…
The painter: Can i get some water please? It is difficult to carry up here in these tall towers. I knocked many windows but some refused, while other did not open the window.
Me: Sure, hold on for a while.
I gave him water, he thanked me and the chapter was over.
The next day, I was standing at the window, smoking a cigarette and gazing at the world outside which looked nothing short of a race. And again, I spotted the painter. This time I thought to confabulate with him. The conversation spot was a bit odd. He was in the air on 14th floor, while I was inside my house.
The painter told me many things about himself. While I cribbed about my job which gave me an air conditioned office, and a few other perks; his job had nothing. He didn’t even know if he would get work after the completion of this project. I asked him to look for another job but all he knew was painting walls with colors.
It was obviously risky. Where I was unhappy with my profile, the painter had no complaints from life. While I wished to own a BMW, all he wished for is a good peaceful sleep. There was so much to learn from him. I always thought that my experienced senior could teach me but, they could teach me only work, not
“Lessons of life”.
He had four days of work left here at my colony. Next day, I spotted him again and we both chatted for hours. I even gave him a coffee. By exchanging personal life notes, he got to know about my profession and requested me to highlight the hardships a painter faces. Honestly, I was thinking about it.
To attain glamour and money, we tend to ignore things and difficulties of others because frankly speaking, we are a world of mean people. His simplicity, tension free life made me wonder why can’t I be like him.
Our conversation for the day was finished and I promised to make lunch for him tomorrow. The next day, I spotted him at 9 am. He had to wrap up things quickly as it was his daughter’s birthday. I served him coffee and prepared lunch for both of us.
After lunch, I went straight to the market to grab a gift for his child. I always looked for expensive gifts but today, I looked for something with heart as my painter friend taught me the real value of life without actually teaching me.
I purchased a nice gift and was back home. I opened my window and spotted him painting the wall on the 12th floor. I told him: “Hey friend, coffee at 5 pm, my place”.
He smile and I turned back to do some household chores. I had taken only 4 steps and I heard loud noises from the window. At first, I didn’t pay attention but voices grew loud. I looked outside and saw my friend lying on the ground. All I could see clearly was blood. He was no more. An ambulance was here in no time. They took him away.
There was many thoughts going on in my mind, the lessons he gave, his smile, his everlasting happiness. There was so much to learn from him. I did not work for 5 days. On the 6th day, when I opened my laptop I heard some noise outside the window. There was another painter. He asked for water. I served him water and requested him to never knock my window again.
He might have thought I am rude but, my reasons were different. I closed the window which now might never open again.
I approached my editors with the idea of making a documentary on painters. All I got to hear was people want to listen about Obama, Trump, US elections, not a small-time painter. This is our fault because we only pay attention to glory and many such people die daily but who cares.
Indian Army officer kills an innocent from across the border after he tries to enter territory. The Army officer then raises the child of the Pakistani but, for how long can it go on?
Some call her drama, some call her queen, while some say she is the “Drama Queen”. Bollywood actress #KanganaRanaut is known to be a pro-BJP supporter and never shies away to speak her heart out. Her recent comment “Mumbai turned into POK”, upset many while many even supported her but, not her statement.
Is Kangana’s Bollywood career over?
Kangana is a brilliant actress but she fought against everybody in the industry. Some even alleged that the #Panga actress chops off roles of her co-stars. Being a vociferous opponent of the Left and Congress, she gained immense support from the right-wing and Modi followers and by taking Panga with friends and colleagues from the industry, the actress is probably trying to enter the political arena.
It is not at all bad to support a leader or a political party but with the scenarios in sight, it seems politics is an inch away from her.
Shiv Sena is not clean either-
James is working on his book which will be completed in the next three days. He stays alone in a one bedroom apartment and after working daily for around eight hours, he gives time to himself and his thoughts. Now, James is done writing his book and he contacts publishers. After slogging for days, it is approved and the printing work begins. Thoughts of James are a bit old school. He did not release his venture on digital. Instead, he believes people still love to buy the hard cover. He waited for days but, not even one book was sold.
After three months, someone finally purchased the “Black book”. James was highly elated upon hearing this. Alone in life, he now believes his destiny is about to change. The next morning he gets up, picks up the newspaper and turns on radio news. He gets a shock of his life. The news on the radio was-
25-year-old Jessica died in her apartment. It is yet to be confirmed if it was a murder or suicide. On her chest was the Black book, say cops. They believe she must have been reading it before her death. What shocked James was that Jessica was the only one who purchased his book and she is no more. Innocent James was devastated with this news and felt connected to her in some way. He had no friend to share his feelings with, no family but after three days, he moved on.
It was a rainy morning. James decided to make himself a cup of coffee.
Again switches on the radio. James was enjoying his coffee and the rain. He suddenly gets a phone call from a shopkeeper.
Hello, is it Mr James?
James: Yes, it’s me.
Shopkeeper: Sir, I am calling from Brooklyn Book Store.
James: Okay. Yes, tell me.
Shopkeeper: Sir, I called to say that in last two days we sold around 10 copies of your book.
James: Oh, thank you. Thanks a lot. I am glad to hear that. Request you to keep me notified.
James was on cloud 9. He thought success would knock his doors slowly and steadily. He decided to treat himself with pizza. While enjoying the homemade pizza, he was listening classical songs on radio. All of a sudden there is a breaking news.
News on Radio: Good Afternoon! What looked like a good afternoon turned gloomy as ten people died in New York city just a while ago. The motive is not known yet but 10 in afternoon seems like crime is on the rise in this beautiful city. But, cops are drawing a conclusion. All the ten died under mysterious circumstances had one thing in common-“The Black Book” in their hand. Jessica, a 25-year-old girl, died few days ago and she also had Black Book in her hand. What is the story behind this book? Will the cops hunt for the author? News up next. President Barrack…
James turns off the radio. He is taken aback. He has no clue about the next step, his future. He is staring at the door that cops can enter anytime. He is sitting in the same position on the floor, did not move even once. It is 8 pm and he is still staring at the door. The clock now hits 9 pm and now, there is someone knocking on the door. He thinks cops are outside and he hides behind the couch. There are two cops standing outside.
They are calling out- Mr James, Mr James please open the door. After getting no response, cops try to break the door. They hunt for the author but he is nowhere to be found. Cops search the entire house but there is no one. There was no phone in the house, just a radio. One of the cop turns on the radio while trying to unravel the mystery and spots a Black Book. He holds it and there is again breaking news on the radio.
Radio News: Remember the author of the black book, Mr James? About ten people died in a span of one week and all had the black book. Well, there is another twist to this. As per our sources, Mr James died when he was a 8 year-old-kid.
Cops are flabbergasted. One of them opened the book and the first page read: “I died when I was 8”
I don’t call myself a writer, I am actually an imaginator. How can I write if I am not able to imagine and feel it myself.
I joined this to write from my heart because Bollywood didn’t understand my imagination and I can’t compromise quality over money.
Though, I still want to write for films.
I am a pilot, hotel manager but, the two jobs never pleased my soul only writing does.