Assorted Drabble

The Author

The author was at Cochin Airport. Suddenly he watched all the people getting up. Whoa Whoa it’s me at last getting respect as a writer. Wow! Terrific! Suddenly I noticed a man on wheel chair going through the lounge and to my surprise it was OV Vijayan the Maestro of Malayalam Literature. I smiled ironically as a writer of obscurity.

Vellapan’s occupation was to make counterfeit money. His printing was so unique that it was identical to the real notes published. On being grilled by the Police, being physically abused he said if the note bundles are kept in a row, his name will appear on the margins.

Red Tape
I was at the land officer’s office regarding a wanted signature on a lease deed document’s document on a form which was to be submitted to the school’s council. I showed him the original document. He said he needed to see the land document along with the lease deed. There ends my one day gone in waste. The government of Kerala is a real hum bug.


The Classic Murder


Journalist Wood Word was typing the thriller news bound for publishing in Chicago Times on his laptop. Here goes the news:

Gruesome Shoot in the Chicago University’s school of Religions

Prof Ioan Couliano: an academician per excellence, a polyglot, a luminary of medieval religions and theology was shot dead with a Berretta in the rest room. The FBI has no clues on the murder. Rumors about the shootout are circling in the air. There are two possibilities about his murder. One was that he was a staunch critic of the Romanian Communist Regime and the secret police there connived in murdering him. Another version is he was a victim of secret societies who were estranged about him, bequeathing their secrets in his opus magnum: Murder and Magic in the renaissance. Mr. Wood Word was happy in completing his assignment and gave a contented sigh. Though he did like Ioan Couliano but he was more loyal to the cult and so he had to shoot him.