A Mirror Image of who he once was

“Hopes that soar too high have their wings clipped” was Ash’s warning to him

 But set was his sights upon an island of faith towards whose shores his heart                       began to swim;

“Blame me not for the darkness, for I have tried to show you the light”

The fantasy and foolishness of love had him in its grip as to the finish he was ready to fight

Now a man undone, a wreck unraveled and a visage of chaos that has come to pass

Alas, what would Venky give up to be even a Mirror Image of Who He Once Was


Fools indeed do rush in where even angels fear to tread

Here he was plunging headlong into the abyss to her undisguised dread;

“It is not me but yourself that you are depriving of a choice”, she had begun to plead in vain

When has a heart that has lost itself to the lures of passion ever felt the pain?

Now moulded by anxiety and made malleable by agony, lost it all he has

Will Venky ever be even a Mirror Image of Who He Once Was


Every footprint of time has a story to tell

Some of which induce a chill down the spine whereas some cause tears to swell;

“The arrow of time once released knows neither guilt not passion” was her prophesy

Ignoring at his own peril her words of wisdom, he now finds no mercy

Fated to fall and probably never to rise again, facing a destiny callous and crass

Venky will never again be even a Mirror Image of Who He Once Was


Written as part of the December Writing Prompts organised by https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/category/writing-prompts/

Mika, Parveen and a Deaf Holiday

(Photo Credit: Jodi McKinney)

This was not the ideal beginning to the dream holiday which Parveen and Mika had envisaged. In the middle of nowhere, just as the crimson orb of the setting sun was fading away, their tour Van broke down.

“What is the problem?” Parveen could not disguise an element of anger in her tone.

“Sure I will have some rum!” replied the elderly driver breaking into a creased smile that revealed the absence of many a tooth.

“The only saving grace seems to be the beauty of a setting sun”, exclaimed Mika exhaling deeply.

“I will never say no to a sausage bun” the driver cheerily interrupted turning to flash his trademark smile at Mika.

“Don’t you have a hearing aid?” Parveen was irritated now.

“No you don’t get a refund of what you’ve paid” the driver’s tone took on an apologetic vein.

As Parveen held her head in her hands, Mika couldn’t stifle a peal of laughter.


This story has been written as part of the FLASH FICTION FOR ASPIRING WRITERS – FFfAW Challenge #195, more details about which may be found HERE

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Thank You Jodi McKinney for the photograph!

A blooming that never was

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(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

The garden once the cynosure of all eyes now remained untenanted and untended. The rampant and haphazard growth of the barks were reaching out like tentacles threatening to obscure the right half of the brick façade. The clock perched atop the summit had stopped signaling time. Time, anyway was no longer of either essence or excitement. Ash had taken an interest bordering on fanaticism in tending to the garden. Handpicking plants from the nursery, she became a Mother doting upon her innocuous and pristine children. The flowers that bloomed, the grass that gently tickled her bare feet when she walked on them, leaves that swayed to the music of the cool breeze.

“The easiest way to win a woman’s heart is through her garden” was her favourite refrain.

Then she just disappeared like the still of the night leaving a shell shocked Venky to nurture more his Whiskey than Nature.

(Word Count: 150)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #4 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.


The Entrepreneurial State: Debunking Public Vs Private Sector Myths – Mariana Mazzucato

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The memorably vitriolic and immensely readable H.L.Mencken, once said, “Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.” While anything that is attempted to be run by a democratically elected Government has both its adversaries and advocates, one thing which the common populace neither acknowledges nor accuses the State of, is the possession of an entrepreneurial bent. In a world where innovation is attributed to ingenuity originating from run down garages and the cubby holes of lone wolf geniuses, the credit for providing a traction for these endeavours is the sole preserve of Venture Capitalists and Angel Investors. The legion of examples cited by publications of repute and news channels of worth extolling the virtues of Venture Capitalists has almost transformed into proselytization.

In her extremely provocative and insightful book, “The Entrepreneurial State: Debunking Public Vs Private Sector Myths” (“The Book”), Mariana Mazzucato (“the author”) makes a refreshing attempt to set the facts right and give the State its fair share of the credit in so far as pioneering innovation is concerned. Her theme for the book is laid down by a strong quote, courtesy Paul Berg, the 1980 Nobel Prize Winner in Chemistry. Berg asks, “Where were you guys [venture capitalists] in the ‘50s and ‘60s when all the funding had to be done in the basic science? Most of the discoveries that have fuelled [the industry] were created back then.” Primarily written in the context of the USA & UK ‘country contexts’, this book is nonetheless relevant across geographies and where States are equally involved in paving the paths for innovations.

The author argues that the typical image of lethargy, insipidness and regulatory obsession that is layered upon a State does it no justice. Arguing that some of the most seminal innovations in fact have been conceptualized/ideated and driven by the State she proceeds to list some of the path breaking achievements that have seen the light of the day due to the stellar efforts expended by the state. “The progenitor of the Internet was ARPANET, a program funded in the 1960s by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (“DARPA”), which is part of the Defense Department. The Global Positioning System (“GPS”) began as a 1970s US military program called NAVSTAR……many of the promising new drugs trace their origin to the research done by the taxpayer funded National Institutes of Health (“NIH”), which has some annual budget of some $30 billion.”

However, the strongest argument for the State’s role in innovation is the preserve of one of the lengthiest Chapters in the book. Imaginatively titled, “The State Behind The iPhone”, the author vigorously contends that “Apple was able to ride the wave of massive State investments in the ‘revolutionary’ technologies that underpinned the iPhone and iPad: internet, GPS, touch screen displays and communication technologies. Without these publicly funded technologies, there would have been no wave to foolishly surf.” The author also argues that in spite of contributing so much to the development of the iPhone and a whole horde of other products in the Apple stable that have now attained iconic success, the State has been rewarded or unrewarded, unfairly. While shareholders walk off with $453 billion worth of market capitalization. The sophisticated major components embedded within the Apple products are mainly procured from foreign manufacturers in South Korea, Taiwan and Japan, while the final assembly is contracted out to the company Foxconn in China. In 2011, Apple’s top 9 executives earned $441 Million, the equivalent of the annual earnings of 95,000 Foxconn assembly workers. Apple continues to institute complex corporate structures that primarily aid and assist in the evasion of taxes. This according to the author is a brazen dichotomy between socialization of risks and privatization of rewards.

The Government, as per the author is also unfairly accused of not having the ability to ‘pick winners’. A classic case in point is the much touted and lamented about example of the bankruptcy of Solyndra. Under the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act of 2009, the brainchild of the Obama Administration, Solyndra received a $535 million U.S. Energy Department loan guarantee. Solyndra designed, manufactured, and sold solar photovoltaic (PV) systems composed of panels and mounting hardware for large, low-slope commercial rooftops. The panels perform optimally when mounted horizontally and packed closely together, the company claimed, covering significantly more of the typically available roof area and producing more electricity per rooftop on an annual basis than a conventional panel installation. Within two years of all the fanfare and flamboyance, Solyndra had filed for bankruptcy. The State was panned in various academic, business and political circles for not possessing the acuity to back the proper horse. While the successes of the State go unnoticed the failures become a scarring testimony to their inabilities.

The author also underscores the primacy of the entrepreneurial state in incubating major new industries which are stepping stones to the urgently required transition to a low carbon, sustainable economy. She demonstrates how state investment in basic research becomes fundamental to the development of wind and solar power technologies for commercial applications Germany and China are well on their way towards making this endeavor a reality.

The book concludes with a set of policy recommendations for furthering a purposeful public private partnership in the overall interests of society. It needs to be mentioned that some of the measures are UK-specific prised out from the book’s original manifestation as a Demos pamphlet. Some key proposals are:

  • Governments should not underinvest in R&D and human capital formation;
  • Expansion and reformation of the Technology Strategy Board (now Innovate UK);
  • Scrapping the patent box regime and taking a hard look at small business subsidies;
  • Participation of the State in the upside of its innovation funding;
  • Instituting schemes involving “Golden shares of IPR and a national innovation fund, income-contingent loans and equity; and development banks.”

Mariana Mazzucato does an exemplary work of “debunking Public Vs Private Sector Myths” (in her own words). This meticulously researched book will serve as a reliable and unbiased yardstick in evaluating the future contributions of both the Public and the Private sector in so far as path breaking innovations are concerned. At a time when government measures of any kind are vilified by ascribing to them the taint by ideologies and ‘direction-leanings’ while paradoxically the ventures of capitalistic entrepreneurship stay glorified, this book aims to demolish this ‘one directional’ sense of received wisdom.

“The Entrepreneurial State” – Relevant and Responsible that makes for Recommended Reading.

The Smile of Joanne


(Photo Credit Sunday Photo Fiction)

A bone-jarring, nerve jangling voice, so typical of airports all over the world announced that the flight to Seattle was now ready for boarding. A stream of humanity which just a few minutes ago found itself in various modes of repose now surged forward towards the boarding gates. Joanne placing a book mark, leisurely closed her book and fishing out the boarding pass from her hand bag patiently waited at the end of the serpentine line.

“For the life of me I cannot understand two things related to flying”, she had complained to Venky. “One, the mad rush to retrieve the cabin baggage, even before the flight has come to a complete halt, and two, the inexplicable rush to be the first at the boarding gates.”

“The one who reaches the boarding gates first also gets to stove his baggage first inside the aircraft. The one who stoves his baggage first also desires to retrieve it first upon landing.” That was Venky’s ambiguous clarification.

“So?” A perplexed Joanne could decipher neither head not tail out of what seemed to be an illogical gibberish by Venky.

“Nothing. Safe flight!”

Thinking about that conversation now brought a smile to Joanne’s beautiful face.

(Word Count: 200)

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details, visit HERE.

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The Silent Whisperer

(Copyright Sue Vincent)

The bus made its way along the smooth but narrow road leading into the mountains. The sight of the majestic and undulating range was one for the Gods. The rising sun cast its spectacular hue upon the rolling foothills. Since it was the break of dawn, the morning mist had left a fog of condensation on the outside of the windows. The air conditioning within the bus in turn had done a similar mischief from the inside. Using his stubby index finger, Venky ‘glass-wrote’ the word, “Ash.”

Sleep had eluded him throughout the night. Thinking about the future had made him break into a cold sweat and an involuntary but fleeting bout of shivers had elicited looks of both concern and consternation from a curious fellow passenger. The sight of the regal slopes temporarily calmed his nerves and shook away his tiredness. Mother Nature had laid out this spectacle for her children to respect, revere and be regaled.

As Venky began taking in the beauty of the greenery nestled between the peaks, his eyes were drawn to the highest point of elevation. “Higher the hopes, harder the fall”, the words of Ash reverberated in his ears. “Coming from an experienced hiker, this sounds uncomfortably pessimistic”, Venky had countered. Smiling softly, Ash had looked right into his eyes and in a voice that was soft yet steely put an end to their conversation with the words, “It is not the mountaineer who chooses his peak. It is the mountain that draws him towards her. Unless she calls, he cannot listen.”

It was a day to the year since she had moved away like the quiet of the night. The stillness of such an act left within him a burning void. The only sounds were the ones in his thought. The deafening silence of his existence was broken only by a variety of sounds that were on loop in his mind: the clinking of glasses before the whiskeys were downed; the complaining sound of the Peugeot as she shifted gears; her full throated laughter followed by a spontaneous clap of the hands as he put on yet another impromptu comedy act; the click-clacking of a keyboard as she furiously typed out a complicated tax advise; the jingling of a door bell heard indistinctly through a cell phone as she answered the door while speaking to him.

Venky did not know whether people who were hard of hearing could ‘perceive’ sounds, especially if they had never experienced the aural medium before. But sounds were all that he had now. For memory, for measure; for melancholy and for melody. He never had to strain an inch to hear them. These unspoken words were deafening in their decibel and crystal in their clarity.

As the bus accelerated away, the letters on the window slowly started to fade. He took one last, loving and lingering look at his short lived masterpiece on glass:


This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt – Onward curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.

The Pursuit of Purpose


(Photo Credit: Dawn M. Miller)

The piercing shriek of the engine lingered for a few fleeting seconds even after the train disappeared into the tunnel. The rock formations abutting the track were brooding sentinels in steel Grey. Venky stood on the platform staring vacantly at the long winding tracks.

“Patience is the precursor to love. Foolishness is the virtue of commitment.” Ash’s words reverberated in his ears. It was a year since she had relocated.

He was a soul searcher; a back-packer in pursuit of a purpose. He was twenty minutes away from springing a surprise on her.

Love was at a crossroad.

(Word Count: 98)

This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE

 For the complete list of entries, please click HERE

The credit for the breathtaking photograph goes to Dawn M. Miller