Though “Lost and Found” may trigger off the typical Bollywood formula movies produced so far, this is a Sunday 100 – and hence it the term could be applied to anything.
And hence this week’s Sunday 100 is :
LOST AND FOUND
Make a story of exactly 100 words. Title not required. And if you include a title it will not be included in the word count.
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The flashes of switching channels in a dimly lit room reflected my state of mind..So much traffic with so little direction..And then I switched to a local cable channel screening Guide..My fingers stopped fiddling with the remote and my eyes glued to the unfolding drama..And it was towards the climax where Raju is having a debate with his other self after Rosy has come back..By the time the rains pour down and villagers celebrate the end of drought,tears drenched my parched soul and cleansed dilemmas..You are really weird in showing the way God!
His eyes started shining
He was filled with desires
Hunger started burning inside him
His heart was filled with hope
Curious yet with a hitch he reached there
His heart was palpitating
breath had become heavy
He touched with trembling hands
pulled towards him
unzipped
inserted hands inside
moved them and searched everywhere
even inverted it
But he could not find anything
This was a empty bag
empty like his hands, stomach and luck
He threw it away and
walked away with heavy feet to find again something
which he has lost in the life
or perhaps to die !
Hey guys..how about the editors naming a winner for this weekly contest before giving a new topic… no material gifts needed…just an acknowledgment. Sure it will trigger some more healthy competition
adr, as far as i understand, this is not a competition. Sunday 100, is just an exercise for people to flex their creative mind and just for fun, nothing much. if you wish or any one to acknowledge the story then you can click on the Karma (+ or -)
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Erm, the thing is, that I think I lost something, but I do not know what I have, erm, I feel something is absent. I do not have a short memory or suffer amnesia, so I am quite shocked about this and it is eating me mind. I am confused; I do not know how to go about in search – whatever I am supposed to look for. I have to try to rekindle my memory; I have to check that I haven
we have lost a few of those, time and again; invaluable, rare and never to return, irreplaceable, dear and gone forever; seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, moments that are departed and done for; the seasons that passed away, the sands that got washed away; barren, bygone, defunct and extinct, times that we will never again see, future becoming present and slowly dying to be past; tick tock, tick tock, round and round and round; big-hand, small-hand, minutes-hand, hour-hand, forget about the seconds hand; clock goes round and the time goes on. and on; and we shall never find em again.
yeh Oz bhai announce a winner. :d/
i lost my balding , screaming doll i use to call OZ
i loved hearing OZ ki AWAAZ
he use to scream ,”passione, passione”
“oz ya kal mil jaayega”, t! said
but i did not find my french little thing
then, one day while digging my own grave, i found him screaming in agony,” fuck passione”
he was broke because his passione got too loud for it’s own good
i picked the poor thing up and put him back on the desi train so he could find his “passione” and i found my smug, snobbish, balding little french bald zombie OZ
moral of story… stop watching Paanch
oh by the way… passione rejects above story… 101 words
phir se ginti kar andhe..
microsoft word se baat kar raha hain?
so here is a test for you.. you can delete just one word and try to change the story..
balding
ek tha OZ
tha kyonki ab nahi hai
woh hua karta tha, tab jab uske sar pe baal the,
baal kho gaye OZ kho gaya
maine usko Vivid mein dhoonda, Digital playground mein dhoonda
woh nahi mila
orange county mein hungama ho gaya
Om, striker ,Vijay ne hadtaal kar di
maganbhai dresswale se naya wig mangaya
use bamboo par taang ke sab chillaye” passione, passione”
aur koi chillaya “aa raha hoon”
OZ aaya , aate hi poocha, “jenna jameson kahan hai”
kyon
i heard someone say “passione”
ohhhhh, so that’s what “passione” is to OZ
OZ is better lost than found
Thursday morning, I was late already, frantically scanning all things paper at home. Trying to find a donation receipt that could save me that precious few dollars from the taxman. Pager shaking!! Hell that can wait.
Ah! Found it! Oops!
Sale receipt of my dad
Paanch saal wait kar
Paanch akhir dekh aaya
Kuch nahin
Bus
Shakalaka boom boom ho gaya
Jab shikayat koh mila jawab:
Main aisa hi hoon
Jung ki zaroot nahin padi
Jo shool water mein mil gaya
Kabhi kabhi Satya jag uthta hain
Lekin oz pe hi kyon khada hota hain
Picnic karna hain yahan wahan
Sub jagah aapane likhna hain
Fool n final karna hain
Smoking karo ya no smoking
Daro ke bina hi
Jhoom barabar jhoom-na hain
Aur kehta rehna yeh hain
ghatiya , desperate story, go take creative writing classes..
yes… I was thinking the same thing… really no. 14 is really ghatiya… the writer needs to come to Orange County for some creative writing class from the oz school of writing.
I MIGHT BE GREEDY, BUT I AM INNOCENT!!
i work late. it was dark when i started walking back home. i felt it hit my chappal-clad foot.
plastic wallet… full of money.. new bills…. just lying there.
i picked it up.
it has no specific identifiers… no owner’s name or address… or old-letters or business-cards.
thank goodness i found it before some thief did.
how to return it to the owner?
wait.. why return it?
i could use the 100000… buy a bike. goodbye late-night walks.
and that’s what i thought.
your honor, how would i know that the purse contains ransom money and those notes were tagged?
whatsup guyz?
Is this fight club or PFC?
thees ees club passione.. and eet eez my lurve for OZ.. eet’z speelling out of me feengerz
Title: Tribute to Hindi Cinema’s Lost and Found Department.
I was holding his neck and trying desperately to pin him down! He was struggling but in a swift move, he kicked me in the groin and I fell back! He again pounced on me but I moved aside, making him full on the glass table, shattering it instantly. I quickly jumped on him and a massive struggle ensued. Suddenly he froze and I continued kicking him. He was looking at the tattoo on my hand and I was surprised. He pulls up his sleeves and shows me his hand, which had another tattoo, similar to mine! He said,
It was pretty dark in there. I did not know where I was going but I knew I had to reach there to survive! There were lot of others who were as desperate to find it but my determination was much stronger! I so much wanted to become an engineer and for me to achieve that, it is imperative I find what I was looking for. It was dark but my instincts guided me! I CAN SEE IT! Finally, I am becoming a son! I reached the egg! I heard someone saying
CUT ME UP AND SERVE WITH CHIPS!!!
where did it go? i’m sure i’ve left the envelope here. i just don’t want dad to discover it and beat me up.
flashback: i was in my room… didi came
FULL RUBBER JACKET
Found it!
Andheri raat….roz ki load-shedding aaj buri nahin lag rahi…hawa thandi hai, sannaata baadlon ki garaj me doob sa gaya hai…lo, baarish shuru ho gayi..boondon ke girne ki awaaz se shayad neend aa jaye…lekin baarish kuch der me daga de gayi…neend phir sannate mein kho gayi… the sound of stillness is deafening…Mobile ki bhi battery down hai…bijli nahin to charge nahin…achanak!! bister ke neeche se tidde ki awaaz….cheeen! cheeen! haan ab shayad mujhe neend aa jaye
aditi, ha ha.. nice and quirky
It was Capitol! Or Dreamland!
I waved at my friend. All of a sudden I noticed that I had only 4 fingers. 1 finger was lost. I waved my hand again and checked. I had 5 fingers. :d
Oz,anurag aur voh
wah CC wah.. best story teri, OZ mera, passione sabki
TITLE: MAIN, WOH AUR PEN
Subah office ke liye nikla, jeb me roz ki tarah haath gaya
favourite pen .. gaayab!
deemag ko sehlaya, dhamkaaya par pen ka koi kissa yaad na aaya.
Chhotu , Mummy sabko khopche me liya par pen pen ka koi surrag nahi mila…
Pen ke vicharome office gaya.. Dosto se poochha par pen haath na aaya.
Sar par haath rakhkar betha ki WOH leharati huyi aayi.
Par pen ke khayalo me kahi chain na mila
Achanak uske purse se mera pen nikla
kisi jamaane me main badi khoobsurat thi..aur aaj jab hospital ke bistar pe leti apni maut ka intezar kar rahi hoo to mera pati yaad aata hai..bilkul baaju waale mariz ki terah uska chehra tha…aarzo thi ki ek baar use dekh paati par nahi shayad mujhe is board ko dekh kar hi marna hai jisme sarakari aksharo me likha hai..”AIDS” ward
sori ye jayant ke comp se gaya…usne meri kahaani churaa li
Shukriya anurag sahab shukriya !
College captain, forward line player..his passion was football.
Sonia once said
Justin John, thank god you only waved your *hand*!!
I lost my chappal..On the stairs of a temple….
(maine kai ek bar papa se kaha tha