Deepak Rana's Blog, page 2

My Name is Sister

‘What’s in the name, Sir! Somebody somewhere must be waiting for you.’

She was a very beautiful girl with the most awkward name.

“What is your name, pretty woman?” a young man asked her.

“My name is Sister, Sir,” she said naively.

The girl never saw the young man again. Contrary to her name, the extremely beautiful lass never looked like a sister to no one. It was an irony for such a beautiful girl to have such an anti-beauty name.

It was a long story behind her name. Her father was a policeman wh...

The Fan

‘Being a fanatic lessens your self.’

He was her greatest fan.

He was shocked to hear the news of her sudden demise. She had committed suicide at an age of 27. She had everything—Name, Fame, Money, and the greatest of Fans. He could not believe his eyes. He wanted the absolute confirmation—he checked into the top news channels of the country, but the result remained the same in every headline—‘The beautiful actress committed suicide in her apartment. She was just 27.’ The headlines created a sen...

The Urinators

‘Consider your neighbour’s house as yours, and you are never gonna corrupt it.’

Urinating on walls is quite a common custom in India, and this is the story of that wall which faced trials and tribulations over a period of time.

An old man lived alone in his house. His lawn wall, facing the street, was freshly painted by him. It was a regular and fresh morning when he went to admire his wall, but what he sawbrought despair for him; somebody had putrefied his wall with yellow water. His eyes coul...

The Wisdom Beard

‘Faith is the strongest word in any dictionary.’

The lingerer never settled at one place, but this small town had given him a reason to finally call it a home. He was a stupid man who knew nothing about anything, but he was well versed in theatrics which he invented during his outings to umpteen number of places. He observed thepoor and the richof the town quite closely who always fell on the feet of some bearded, half-naked man for blessings; he decided to becomeone. He started growing his br...

The Powder of Beauty

“You saw her ‘Outer Blackness’, but you never praised her ‘Inner Whiteness’.”

Unlike other countries, in India the irony is that a girl with the colour of milk irrespective of her irregular face is considered more beautiful than a dark-skinned girl with toned facial features. Even today, in India, every mother wants a boy, and if a girl is born, the talk of the town always remains the same: Is she fair enough to attract enough marriage proposals?

Who created this divide?

And the award goes to ou...

A Large Mirror

‘A mirror never lies, anda left is always right inside it.’

Some saw hope in their eyes…some saw lost eyes…some saw poverty…some saw vainglory.

It was just a mirror—a large mirror. But such was the mirror—it never tells an untruth—it told them the tales of life which the reality ever denied. Then one day itwas gone—forever. It was there since a very long time. No one knew of its existence and one day it vanished—just like that; the building enveloped inside it was only a nest of vacuum where no...

The Wrong Number of Sex

‘Sex is an overrated thing, and it is goingbe—Forever.’

“I’m coming for you, baby. I missed it desperately during college, but now I am all yours…I’m going to get you the climax of a lifetime which no boyfriend of yours had ever given you…just wait for me where you are—at midnight…”

“Who—is—this?”

“Yours only…my signals are going down…just wait for your lovely M…”

And the signals were dead after M—.

I am a 70 years old woman living alone in my house, my husband died a long time ago, my children ar...

Genes of Absent-mindedness

‘I forget, he forgets, she forgets and the whole world forget, so the rest is still unknown.’

Those genes are not mine, they are wise genes; neither the genes next to them are mine, they are dumb genes; I have a particular set of genes—I have knowledge of what I want, I know how to act and react, and I have a loaded family. But from them I also have ‘genes of absent-mindedness.’

I was born in a family where misplacements and blackouts were a common occurrence, but I rose another few steps—I got...