Long Ago And Far Away

​🎵Long Ago And Far Away

In My Ol’ Common Labor S..🎵

A Car Passes by. The driver throws something at me but it just misses. 

“Hey” yell as I lift my hand. The driver looks back while driving and symbols fuck off and was still screaming at me.

“You should never stop while this song is being played else…”. The car got hit by a truck coming from the opposite side.  

It somersaulted twice and caught fire and boom a huge noise.  I saw a round body flying near. It was his head 💀  rolled down onto my legs.

“Damn. Not again. I couldn’t warn this guy too.” 

Whistling the remaining song I got to the car. The rest of his body was lying motionless in the car as if he was still driving but it was completely burnt. 

“Poor fella.  Should have at least listened me “

I could hear police siren some miles away in the direction from where the car came. The truck was already on its toes after it hit the car. I could see puff of dust in the east side.  That was probably the truck which took the side road other then highway. As the police siren got close it was my turn to get lost from the site. 

Thinking about the guy all the way while I was walking,  I felt pretty bad. I cursed myself about not getting over this. It was already 4 accidents I have been part of in less then a week. I can’t go this way all the time.  I need to be more cautious.  I need to step up. 

All these things that were regularly playing in my mind which made my journey short. My destination was as always Gabriel’s Bar, where I drink my day and spit out my sorrow. 

The bar isn’t an attractive place, it seems like it was destroyed some months back in fire but nonetheless it is near the highway and is a place where I can rest my head. I got inside and saw Gabriel as always in the bar  with reggie music played covering the whole place in peaceful paradise. The place is always fresh to me at any time of the day. The cozy I get here is very challenging for any other place to match. Lonely and peaceful. I name it ‘Loful’. 

“Hola Amigo”. He shouted making the whole place in echo. 

“Hey”. I replied. 

“My amigo is depressed. How was your day? “

“Worst”. I saw another accident in the highway yet again. And again I had a part in it. 

“Another one huh”

“Yah. Another one. I am being a death mascot lately. If I am out there somewhere, someone will die. I don’t know how but it is happening again and again. Its now 4 in a week. 

“Here..  drink it all in. ”
He handed me a glass of beer 🍺.  

Certainly what I hadn’t wished but surely what I wanted. 

“I want to break this shackles Gabriel. I want to break free ” . I drank the glass empty. 

“Here, take another one. So do want you  to tell me what is happening with you or are you gonna whine like always “. He laughed and handed me another glass of beer. I was bewildered but he was my only friend. I thought of keeping this a secret but I thought can’t trust him. 

“Anyone might enter here and listen us?”

“No no, You and me only. As always”

“It was Friday. Today is…. “

“Thursday “

“Thursday. Yeah. It was a week ago. I was walking down the highway evening. I could clearly see sun setting down far way on my right.  All dry and no houses to see. All desert. I was hitchhiking but not a single one stopped. “

“Quite alone huh”

“Very alone. I walked for an hour or so on but not a single car stopped. It was right after dozen try that finally a lowrider stopped. 

He lowered his glass down. What I saw was  black guy with his goggles on. Lifting it a little and yelling

“A Hitchhiker Huh. Get it in bruh.”

I got inside his back seat. There wwas a black girl on the front passenger seat too. 

“Where are you going “

“To the nearest town. How far is it? “

“Some 8 miles away. “


He stated his engine and we left the place. 

It was silent for some period of time then I asked him name. 


The girl was silent. She was on her own world. Something was clearly frustrating her. Probably my presence. So I decided not to talk to her. While she turned on the music. 

It was a hip hop music which I detest. As it was he car I couldn’t have my say. So I sat back and tried to ignore the music. But the music was too bad for me to be ignored. 

Some miles on and I couldn’t resist. I asked them if they had some country music to play. He clearly nodded. Laughing he asked. 

“You listen CM”

“Yeah a big fan. “

“We aren’t. So we don’t have any. “

“Ah no problem. “

“You got some then we can play it here.” 

The girl looked at the boy clearly disappointed. He calmed her while I searched my bag. I got my pen drive and gave it to him. 

“Here it is. “

“Any specific you wanna hear? “

“Ahhm num 4… Hmm no no num 5”
He inserted the drive and played it. Some silent and

🎵Long ago and far away
In my ol’ common labor shoes

“Stop”. The lady clearly got pissed off and stopped the music. She took the drive off an threw it at me. That made the guy go angry on her and they quarrelled. It was probably sound to get out of the car. So I was opening and going out I saw a truck nearing the car. Both were busy fighting, they were clearly not in control of the steering. I true  warn them but it was too late. The truck hit the car and I on my head. 

I  woke up after a while. Saw the car was burnt. I couldnt see the body but certainly it was inside the car completely burnt . I heard siren coming to the spot so i ran out of it as fast as i can. And from that day I am been part of 3 more accidents.

“Ow well. It was a long story my dear friend.And you know my dear friend until its not over you never break a promise.” 

He fingersnaped.

“Heyyy.”  12th one gone. Hope the next one stops.

I can see a lowrider coming…….


Remember Me

“Remember Me”

Words she said

last time we met

She waved her hands

I did mine, yet

Something wasn’t right

She went her way

I see her until sight

Tears down the cheek

Her memories all the week

Thats my companion

And it is my story

A letter after months said

“Just Dont worry”

I kept it under bed

like every other thirty-two

Underlined in red

Every single “I love you”


(Deep  breathing) What was that? It’s terrifying. Help me….

     It was me terrified after  my dreamy encounter with THAT. It was nerve-wracking . Believe me, it’s nothing like I had seen in my daily life. It was something far from usual. 

           Writing this now makes me shiver,  makes me uncomfortable, makes me feel like he is right behind me, somewhere, stalking me. Even now I have to check behind my shoulder to make sure nobody is watching .My pump is realistically the only noise around but on this pitch dark room my beat is the one that’s killing me.

          I remember my grandma telling me the stories of some imaginary beasts to frighten me. I remember listening to her on a cold breezy full moon night. And I am here in the same condition. Terror doesn’t need invitations , it comes with any condition.

           Coming back to THAT talk dark figure, something straight from the grandma’s  folktale is eating me alive. And All those urban legends about THAT. Rumors runs wildly.Like it is said whoever sees THAT in the dream is said to die shortly after. I was not someone who would have believed it but it was just this summer when my neighbour’s son died. He was just seven years old. Poor guy. I believed he had some disease but to my surprise I came up knowing he had the same dream just like me some days ago. And when I remember his courpse and his face it thoroughly tells he had THAT all over his face.

              Living on my own on this home,this very night, writing about my nightmare is something I had never thought of doing. I wouldn’t habe done this If it was just a hiccup. But it’s a different situation. Me in the past had never been so damaged. THAT figure is in my mind everytime. I close my eyes i see his paws tends to suffocate me, wants to kill me.

             Don’t know how long I am gonna live from tonight . Even though these legends might never be true but nightmares remain forever. This nightmare might kill me someday. Hope I never think about it again. I am gonna hide this. Even though I can’t really describe his face. But yeah THAT. ….THAT was a HUMAN

My Take On Supernatural Horror

As we all know, horror is a vast sub genre. From natural to supernatural, from creature to psychological, from serial killer to Zombie and etcetera etcetra horror has a mountain of form. Due to its variety and the variety bringing mouthwatering plotlines.
Even though having a ton of sub genres, many people define horror in the aspect of ghost. For those people horror means anxiety produced when they see a ghost passes them in a blink while they are going to bathroom late midnight from their bed. Its that simple for them to define horror.
But my question to them have they ever faced a true horror?
I don’t know whether he/she sees a ghost that late midnight to scare the shit outta them or not but i do know one thing that they are terrified. And that terror is not because of seeing a ghost its because of your heart finds ghost in surroundings. And at that very moment a small frog is enough to make them pee.
So what does this mean? It means that supernatural horror is the false horror. The person didn’t get terrified by a ghost but was terrified by 2 things, one being the frog and another being his mind.
Let me ask some people a realistic question. What will make you scare the most?
” You are in a room alone locked inside with all windows too closed. It’s pitch dark outside. You are in your bed reading a magazine with a jar full of water beside you. Just then you are thirsty and take the jarand just then you see Sadako( the ghost of The Ring Movie)”.

Similarly “You arein a room alone locked inside with all windows too closed. It’s pitch dark outside. You are in your bed reading a magazine with a jar full of water beside you. Just then you are thirsty and take the jar and just then you see a masked man with dagger in his hand pointing straight at you.”

Are you afraid? Yes. I bet you are afraid in both the cases but think again strike your head which is the most realistic one you will find yourself to be in? And that’s the true horror.

Nepal’s Current Situation

       Not long ago, just some 80 years back, Nepal was the king, the sling and the wing of South Asia. But then time flied bad and now everything is ‘His Story’.
       Officially Democratic and now People’s Republic, Nepal to be summed up has got achievement points without experience. Long lasting Monarchy, the Ranas and The Panchayat were mocked as the evil time in Nepal but rather they were the time Nepal had political stability. And now its ten years that the Monarchy was dissolved, Nepal still don’t have a government which rules for 20 months. Its a harsh truth but the achievement of second People’s Movement 062-063 has been like a lollipop to show for the people by the politicians.
          Basically the movement was to have a new constitution from Constitution Assembly, to have a leader from the People i.e. To have a President and to have Federal State of People’s Republic of Nepal. But “little knowledge is dangerous thing”  and without any proper knowledge of the Federalism everyone got into the act. Its a shame but me myself being a 10 years back then Chanted the words that were not even known by the people who taught me. And now we can see its result. Even though the Constitution was finally promulgated by huge Constitutional aggrement the Federalism problem is still not solved. Madhesi people are demanding there separate state and the government is in no hurry to give them what they need. Its a shame, government made for the people don’t even work for the people.
        Poison is poison, even if you drink a bottle or taste it will kill you any way. And this Federalism is becoming a poison for the Nepal Government. The Madhesi Agitators has Blocked the Main ports of Nepal and India is assisting them. Government have tried everything from violence to non violence act to get the blockade off but to vain. Instead many people have died and many are injured and that just adds to the Earthquake that occurred this year. Madhesi with no idea what Federalism is and Government no idea how to make them aware, this situation is getting out of the hands. The blockade has made life of the People hell. Everything is sold in black. And for the International Organizations it has been act to watch. Don’t know when the situation goes from bad to worse and the fate of some African nations occur in Nepal.


Last time I lost
Lost to the best
Now that the gold medal
Means more than the rest.

(Yah i got)
Dropped on the knees
KO ed on my teeth
I heard you got cheered
While I lay beneath

Though you may have killed it
Look, I’ve come back again
To take the title
You’ve been  shining then.

Vengeance not my forte
You made me take
You might got nothing to lose
Its everything for me in stake.

Take a deep breath
And mark my each word
“If you play with the sword
You’ll die by the sword”.


Happiness a word far from reality
Hated and discriminated all my quality
All those words about equality
Are mere form of absudity

Barred and bruised all the way
Barking dogs, raining blues, crawling all the way
Five years old sando and shoes
Are helping my voyage as yacht and Cruz

Dawn, I never mind
It happens all the time
All the stars that glitters though,
Listens my ‘complishments and crimes

Some eyes shines with salt some with sun
Some sims with money, others wait their turn
I flip the coin even the coin run
Alone for my funeral, none for my urn

Time for me to go alone
Fed up with the way time had shown
Guilty on my bag, pain my handkerchief
Wave me hand, i bow down the reef


Had A long thought about it

When I sat in a bus in the windowed seat, night travel not always my wish but hey here  comes a twist, a guy  of my age came in a swift,stopped the bus had a rush, asked about the fare, “600? Its too much manage is a must”

They had a talk, made us stalk  while me, I glimpsed the time, had a rhyme and honestly thought that guy was a chyme. Restless like a fox, Oh! My gosh 30 seconds to Mars rocks and Justin whatever sucks, some minutes or two, the disturbance was foo,yooo -hoo. Let that beside, the guy found a seat by my side, with his bags aside, question mark on my mind, with suit and pant, that guy was certainly not my kind, was buzzing on his own, but I didn’t hear anything with my earphone
When looked through the window pane and the bus in the fast lane, was a pitch dark,  I thought of playing The Hungry Shark,  I took my phone switched it on,Hold on, the guy us chatting on in an iPhone, grew an envy, why? I feel shy. Gazed on it, wasn’t charting though, Oh-ho! The phone fell so
Our bus was on its way, he opened a Lays, I hoped he says ” wanna have it?” Quiet hungry u would have devoured on it . But No he ate it alone,thought he was cool,but made myself fool, I dared for a while, “Its still a long mile, isn’t it? Oh …. wanna have it? ” Yeah” that’s what I said . I thanked I smiled
I couldn’t gave him something in return, just had his lays eaten, my heart been beaten, I took an international gum, cost me 6$ sum, asked him for it, ” No,  I don’t eat”,  fine and I took what’s mine while the other side lady was having wine, I looked straight and got lost in the world of mine
“Hold her” someone cried for . I didn’t know when I slept on his shoulder, I caught a nap ow that was crap . But closing my eyes had got me near my destination, that was my mission and I got out of the bus, felt for Mr Hush

Will I ever meet this guy ever again??



We got meeting tomorrow so you must be there. Got it?? I’ll be there in just an hour or two. We cannot let this contract go from us.


Marc was talking with his personal assistant about their possible life changing meeting. Even though he is rich he hasn’t lost his miser ness. He is 37 years of age, he is a rich businessman , has a royal estate business, got every penny to be happy. He had a wife but they got divorced two years ago . And by his eagerness to money clearly he is an arrogant .
Detroit, he had to go and by 6 he was there. He took a taxi and asked the driver to take him to the best hotel nearby. Without his knowing, the driver took him to the hotel which was reopened yesterday after being closed down for about 2 years . Successive mishap and murder case made this hotel closed but before all this incident it was the best in the area. It was proved, when the hotel got all its room booked in a day spare. He went there to find all the room were booked except room no 37.
It was the same room where series of mishap like burning and murder occurred. But Marc didn’t care any of those shit he wanted a room and be able to get on the meeting tomorrow.
“OK. No problem I will take that.” He took the keys himself and went to the room. It was 9:37 when he entered the room. He was tired of the journey so he thought of taking bath. He took his clothes off and went to the bathroom. There was a shower and a bathtub. He thought to chill in bath tub . He went in the bath tub and was enjoying the moment. Suddenly, the water inside the bath tub began to rise. He felt like something was pushing him inside it. He was drowning inside tub. With hard fought  wrestling, he managed to slip out if the tub. Water was over flowed all across the floor. Furiously and shakily he went out of the bathroom . As soon he was out of the room he saw a small boy standing still and his body part completely swallon . It was the body of Peter . He horridly went inside the the bathroom and finds everything all right. Bathtub was straight and where it was . The floor was dry. He thought of looking outside and found none outside. He was completely frightened. He thought of taking shower instead. While he was taking shower he thought of Peter. Peter was his classmate. One day they had argument which resulted in Marc killing him by drowning him inside the tub. By seeing him there made him swallow his saliva.

All this tension and being half bathe he thought of having shower but that guy could bot be out of his mind. After having the shower he felt like headache and thought of having drink. He called at the reception and asked for drinks to be delivered . After he called the reception, he grabbed the remote and began to watch the TV. An hour passed but the delivery wasn’t there . He got annoyed and thought of ringing it again. But the phone line was cut off. He slammed the phone and thought of going down. He went near the door, caught the door knob and tried to open it but it was locked. With all his brute force he tried to muscle it but all in vain. He tried everything was not successful. He was trapped. He got blank. Thought of shouting through the window pane and fortunately the window wasn’t locked. He looked out of it and saw busy road some 100 meters down. To his surprise he found out that there were no rooms nearby. All were pure cemented. He gave a loud call but it was of no use. In the mean time, he looked at the other building just across the hotel. It was a tall building as well there he saw his reflection on one of the window . He was gazing it and suddenly saw a huge fire was broken in the room. He also saw something was just back of him.
‘Help Helppp’ a man got beside him and began to scream . He double tapped the window and cried in pain. His body parts were burned. The man turned his head towards him . He was frightened and ran from there just to get bear the sofa and struck there. He fainted and woke up only after the door bell rang.
He woke up and looked here and there, saw everything was all right. He hurriedly went to the door and opened it and saw the waiter. He caught the waiter and screamed at him
” Why are you late? Who locked me inside ? Why us this room alone? Why? Call your manager now. ………

“Sir I am not late. You called me at 9:37 and now I am here at 9:47 just 10 min and by the way the room was locked from inside sir. I think you had a nap while watching TV. Look its still on”
The TV was scrambled. He looked down in shame and said sorry.
“Your drinks sir”
“Ah yeah get it in.”
Marc called him, gave him some tip . He added to that tip and asked him if he can had sex.
” We don’t have prostitute here sir if I can u will manage” he smiley left the room.

As the drinks was delivered Marc thought of taking a drink to relax. He took a glass and thought of his nightmare of the guy  whom he saw sometime before. He thought it was the guy who died in a fire a year ago in his neighborhood. That day, a fire broke out and everyone were running for their life. He some how managed to get out of the house on time. Just as he went out, he heard someone was tapping in the window nearby . A guy was screaming for help in a fiery house . Cried in pain but Marc just raised his hand and left without helping him. That was the only guy that died in the fire, while all others were saved.
He was left thinking in his before why these guys were coming  infront of him. He was sipping in for another drink he heard doorbell rang again. He opened it and saw a Lady there. She said by and pushed him gently inside. He was surprised who she was while she said you wanted to be naughty didn’t ya?? With his dressing gown on and a glass of beer on the hand he was ready to be naughty. She slowly seduced him and the beer he had in his hand was emptied at a glance. He began to open her dress just then she said to have beer so they can be chilly while having sex. She pushed him in the bed and went to fill the drink. She, without Marc notice put a sleeping pill inside it. She prepared the drink and gave it to him and had a pure drink herself. Slowly the pill worked and he began to daze. It took 5 minutes to make him sleep. After he slept the lady rang the phone and said
“Boss he slept. What should I do now”
“Get his suitcase and bring all the documents. Bring his mobile also so that he cannot contact with anyone. Just do it fast. And keep that notice on His table.”
The lady did her hub and left the notice in the table. Marc was in his sleep but he woke up after sometime. He caught his head and tried to remember what just happened . He looked here and there and saw a notice. He grabbed it and it read like
“Hey Marc its Anthony. I got all your documents for tomorrow’s meeting . Now live like a street dog   and the gal u saw before is my gal who cheated on you to get the documents”
He became furious after reading the note. The crook had been crooked by another crook. It was first time that he had been cheated but after knowing that he had been cheated by a gal he remembered his wife. That day when his wife caught him having sex with a gal whose dad  made him the owner of the business . He remembered how he became rich and now how he now a poor guy. He didn’t even call her after the day she left and gave divorce.
With all the tension surrounding him he felt hopeless. He thought listening music will help him and so he opened the music. He lost his documents and wanted his P.A. to  know about it but he couldn’t find his phone. He thought of leaving the room . He went to open the door just to find it was lockedIn that time he got a notification on his laptop. He hurriedly left for it. He thought of skyping his assistant. He opened the laptop and found an notification. He took a look at time it was 11:37 and a video was in his inbox from an unknown number. He opened the video and saw a footage of him killing his then beat friend Rob. They two had a farm house in Texas and the house gave them enough profit. But the evil minded Marc threw him from his apartment window. After seeing the same video he was mad and picked the laptop on and tried to threw it out of the window. He was running towards window just then he slipped on the carpet and with the laptop he himself went out of the window. Just the music was there
‘What goes around comes around’



Rohan was a nerdy boy. He was the topper of the class and knew almost anything course related. Probably I would say he was a typical Asian but he was almost zero to outside world. It was I guess Friday that he didn’t knew a maths question, algebra to the point and hurriedly came to me to ask as I was his trusted trabajo. I did that in first attempt. And as always he was quite shocked about me solving a question before him. He asked me how I did it. I said it was magic and laughed. But that very word hit him. He never had heard of the word magic and his dumb head asked me what magic was. I couldn’t be precise to the word to describe it but I told him that there are people who can do some unbelievable things like ahhm there are so many. They burn the paper and restore it, disappear people from one place and reappear him/her from another . They are just amazing. And Luke always he began to argue with me.  He bargained like science says “if there us permanent chemical reactions like burning nothing can be made to its former phase. And neither can someone teleport.” . Arguing with him was like taking a tea spoon of water from the ocean . It had no meaning as he will go on arguing with  me all the time.
So I left him. But he was not done with magic. He went to ask with a teacher what exactly magic was. Teacher said it is entertainment with some unexpected activities. He was curious to learn what magic was so he asked teacher to show him a magic . Teacher said it is performed by special people. So he left.
He was whole day mourning. He wished someone could say exactly what magic was and showed him a magic. Usually alone and lost in thoughts and today too was no difference . He got a topic to discuss with his brain . Whole day he was thinking how can a burn paper be regenerated . He opened his chemistry book and read all reactions but all in vain. He was completely mad whole day. Last period we got a notice that a Magic Festival was on from tomorrow and school had planned to take some of the students with the principal. Me and Rohan were lucky to go there. I was excited and I could clearly see that he he cheered with all day long tension. It was not my first time but going him Rohan will certainly not be easy. But his daydream was going to be fulfilled.
He went home. He was lost in thoughts. He asked his father about it, but his father like all other wasn’t quite secure with his question cause he too couldn’t give the desired answer his son wanted. He told that these are the act are done by experts and ate not mediocre.
‘Magic ‘ didn’t let him had a good day and at night too he was anxious .Magic an enigma for him but certainly not for long. He thought probably magic is mystery or extraordinary act. As he got to know that it is performed by some special one he thought it was god gifted. He didn’t sleep better.
Next day we all gathered at school and the principal with us, we went to the programme. He was quite nervous and excited and so was I.  Teacher bought the ticket and we went in.  We quickly got to seat and waited for the programme to start . Slowly the curtain raised and two persons showed up. Everybody clapped and cheered for them . They showed the trick of burning newspaper . They did it quite easily but my focus was on Rohan. I looked at him . He was yelling ‘wow’. He probably spoke his own definition of magic and it was just the beginning. But I wonder what will he think when he finds out they are just a trick.