Abhishek's Musings

  FEVICOL ADHESIVE AD   THE STORY OF THE CHAIR   A young scion of an empire has just been appointed Managing Director of the company his family helped build. He takes charge and is led to an old wooden chair on which his forefathers had sat and ruled. The chair creaks and groans with every small movement.   AUDIO SOUND IN THE BACKGROUND: (Creaking sounds can be heard…)   VO:  “Some bonds were never meant to last.”   VISUALS:  The chair in which the new MD is sitting groans and suddenly collapses. The young man falls to the floor as the chair breaks into pieces.   CUT TO:   Now, the young MD takes it upon himself to repair the chair and restore it to its old glory using Fevicol Adhesive. He applies Fevicol generously to paste the chair parts and eventually repairs the chair.   AUDIO SOUND:   A loud hammering sound and its rhythmic beating can be heard…   VO:  “But when you use Fevicol, your bond lasts for eternity.” ...

  UNCOVERING THE LEGACY OF LIAM JAMES PAYNE   Eric had always been attracted to the call of the past. Cemeteries, with their bronzed gravestones and unrevealed stories, were his refuge. There was something eerily tranquil about walking among the departed, piecing together snippets of lives from enigmatic epitaphs. But the mystery he happened to chance upon in a serene churchyard of Amersham, Buckinghamshire, was something he was not prepared for.   The gravestone inscription, “Your music shall play forever in our hearts,” was simple yet heartfelt.   Eric’s curiosity was aroused. Beneath the moss and smooth stone lay the remains of Liam James Payne, a man who struck a chord through Eric. As a casual Western music lover, Eric somewhat recalled “One Direction”, the band that had taken the world by storm. Still, the name Liam Payne didn’t bring back any lingering memories. The one name he associated with was Simon Cowell, the mentor to the band “One Direction”. But who w...

  THE WRITING ON THE WALL   When dawn broke, bringing with it the crimson hue that dotted the city’s skyline, Officer Washington glanced at the wall. The words screamed at him in bright orange lettering: “Death to tormentors. Demand justice from a blind system.”   The graffiti spoke volumes about its creator's pain and angst. It wasn’t just blasphemy—it was a big shriek.   “Whoever did this wasn’t just enraged”, Washington muttered, his breath fogging in the chill of the wintry morning air. “He’s broken. Fractured.”   He ran his rough, calloused hands over the spray-painted letters, his fingers convulsing slightly. Something about this message deeply troubled him and pricked his conscience. He’d seen extreme acts before, but this was different.   John sat in his dimly lit apartment, fiddling with the empty spray cans on the floor. His hands, still smeared with orange paint, were shaking. He calmed himself by gripping the edge of the chair. His voice choked ...

  MOTHER’S REASSURING EMBRACE   SETTING : Clark returns home after another mysterious outing. Martha is worried and holds back a deep apprehension. She waits for him in the kitchen, ready to probe for answers when he appears at the door.   MARTHA (arms crossed, eyebrows raised): Clark Kent, do you know what time it is?   CLARK (awkwardly, avoiding her stare, scratching his neck): Uh-ah, sorry, Ma. I just needed to track time.   MARTHA (unfolding her arms): Lost track of time, huh? That is a frequent occurrence lately. You barge home late, skittish around the house, and make the disappearing act without saying a word. What’s going on? I demand some answers.   CLARK (shifting uncomfortably): Uh, nothing really of much significance….Just routine school stuff, you know. I have had a lot of weight on my mind lately.   MARTHA (with a soft but persistent voice): I know your look, Clark; I’ve known that since you were a little boy. School isn’t what’s botherin...

  GASTRONOMICAL MUSINGS   My memories and associations with food have been a mixed bag of emotions. Though I’m a great lover of good food and relish trying different cuisines from different regions, my association with food has not been enjoyable lately.   I realise that one should eat to live and not live to eat. As we age, we only require a little food to sustain us. Eating and overeating are the leading causes of health problems rather than not eating at all. When we eat, we should pay attention to the quality and hygiene of the food rather than the quantity.   I’d had to face many a battle with stomach cramps, loose motion, indigestion, food poisoning, and bloating due to non-digestion of food. Though I like to think of myself as a generous soul and like to share my food with friends and relatives, I know there is hunger all around, and many people have to struggle for their daily meals. But I realise it is impossible to feed this city's hungry souls. NGOs, insti...