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A Collection of Original Short Stories by Hans Albert Lewis

SYNOPSIS ONLY

       I.            Indian Thanksgiving

II.            Hibiscus Leaf’s VadaPav

III.            My King Mocha

IV.            Marry Me

V.            Slave To Mara

VI.            Broken Sweet Candy

 

The Indian Thanksgiving

(synopsis)
A Turkey lands In India, only to be stuffed, cooked and served to owners and employees of an International Firm that has their highly successful BPO arm in the country. The Global CEO, an American has arrived with his family and top team members to celebrate the festival of Thanksgiving in the land that has made their company so profitable. Muthu a lonely fifty year old kitchen helper was given the duty of taking care of the Turkey before it is offered to be carved at the thanksgiving dinner. Muthu is enthralled by his feathered guest. The turkey earns a Name and Muthu earns a friend. Will the foreign fowl be able to carve its own twisted fate in the very land that gives thanks and offers praises to the divine, practically every day? Can a Thanksgiving take place without a turkey being offered?

 

(paragraph from story)

 

He sat in silence for quite some time and stared at Muthu who was avoiding the stare by constantly glancing away. And then George Enzo broke the silence and spoke slowly so that the prisoner could understand. “I thought you Indian People are very religious, you welcome, admire and respect all traditions and customs. I heard you even incorporate a few of them that is why I guess you have so many gods and rituals yourselves…tell me then one thing, All I have is this one tradition called Thanksgiving. This is a tradition which reminds me of my dead father. It is very dear to me. Why did you steal my thanksgiving from me? Why did you take away my turkey? What did you do with it? I need to know the reason for your disrespect of my one and only tradition which I hold so close to my heart and which I always want to be perfect. Tell me…why?”

 

Tears rolled down Muthu’s empathizing eyes.

“Turkey my Nanban, Turkey my friend,” he repeated, “I take care of turkey so long…he become close friend. I named turkey Chellamani…he become precious to me…we are very close; Chellamani is like my brother to me. I was lonely…Very much lonely”,

 

(synopsis)
Just a few months ago, Ramesh, a young construction worker had finished his work on the beautiful Palace hotel. Ramesh had spent two years of his life in erecting the beautiful edifice and would go and observe it religiously. Daily standing opposite to the hotel, he would also relish on the cheapest and tastiest street food available, ‘the vada pav’.

As every proud artist who creates something beautiful and then signs off their name on the canvas, he too had felt the need to embed his signature, a doodle onto a ceiling of one of the Hotel rooms.  As he had not worked on the interiors of the hotel, he wondered if his mark had survived.

Finally, it was the grand opening of the five-star Hotel and this was the best opportunity for him to see whether his doodle, his symbol was still adorning the hotel’s ceiling. For this reason alone, Ramesh sets himself on an adventure, a quest, to cross into another world; the world of the Rich. What follows is a revelation for the bold construction worker and a comical setting for the readers as Ramesh takes a bite at the Hotel’s menu.

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Until the palace hotel he thought most of the work he did was monotonous and mediocre but when he saw that marvelous and elegant structure being raised from the grounds, his work made sense to him. He had made a swan from cement, plaster and rubble. He had to put his signatures on it just like the only artist he ever knew, Kaladev. He used to go and admire Kaladev’s art after his construction work. He studied how Kaladev used to stroke and gently wave his brush, mix colors on a platter and paint fire and beautiful faces floating on clouds onto those large sized posters. And at the end of every finished piece, he would proudly sign his art at the corner. Just like a mark for people to know that he created it or a symbol to show that a creator was proud and appreciative of his creation. Ramesh felt just like Kaladev and all the artists who were proud of their work and art. He too wanted to leave his mark on his work. But what would his mark be? And when he was asking himself this very question, in that very room of the hotel, on the last day of his work, the wind had blown him his answer. A dried shoe flower leaf flew, glided and rolled into the room. He examined the dried leaf and it looked like a beautiful symbol to leave on his work. The dried leaf he believed, symbolized him, because no one notices the leaf behind the colorful and eye-catching shoeflower. And he understood it was the leaves that kept the plant alive and did all the hard work. He was like the leaf that helped the flower bloom. Now he had to go to the Palace Hotel and see if his leaf, his symbol was still there. With this justification for his future actions, Ramesh decided to grab the opportunity of the hotel’s grand opening that came his way and prepare for it.

 

(synopsis)
Catherine wakes up to find herself in a lonely floating Island, talking to the wind and a lily bed. She is told to speak to ruler of the Island, ‘King Mocha’ to get the answers to all her questions including how she can get out of the island. On her way to meet the King, who lives on top of a hill in a heart shaped castle surrounded by a moat, she encounters other characters, who share similar features to each other but have distinct personalities and roles to play. King Mocha’s island is a mysterious and dreamy place, a place Catherine comes to love.

(paragraph from story)

“That’s alright,” She gave him a long kiss and left the room.  As she passed by the corridor, the door besides the king’s room had vanished. The owner had left the castle along with his room and dodgy door.

 

From behind her came a familiar voice. “I guess madam you are going down to meet the people.” She turned to see that the face she had just kissed tenderly had returned wearing the butler’s suit. She wanted to kiss him again and tell him to stop this role play. She got the idea.

 

But he looked as if he had no recollection of the togetherness they shared in the king’s room.

 

(synopsis)

This is the story of a small town Punjabi Indian Girl who always dreamt of wearing a beautiful white western bridal wear for her wedding instead of the traditional red outfit. And on her wedding day, she somewhat got her wish of wearing white, all thanks to her fiancé, an Australian boy of Indian origin who called himself “JAZZ”. But the white outfit that adorned her body on her wedding day did come at a huge price. Read here the twisted arranged love story called   “Marry Me??”

(paragraph from story)

“Hmm let me think,” and then he slowly said, “To tell you the truth I never thought I would end up getting into an arranged marriage, I hated arranged marriage…I always saw it coming and I thought I could out run from it and trust me I was going to until I saw your snap. I came here on the hope of your photograph. If you were even a quarter as good and beautiful as that photograph of yours I was ready to marry you. If you weren’t I would‘ve called off the engagement somehow.  But you are ten times beautiful than that photograph and I can say I’m falling for you too.” and as more experienced of the two in first kisses, Jazz leaned forward to kiss his bride to be.

She moved away, “We can’t be doing this? Only after marriage.”

He realized he had made a  mistake. There was an awkward silence between them and he was the culprit of that silence. The silence kept lingering before the victim of the silence spoke out.

“Have you been with a woman before?” she asked him.

 

“Yes, “he replied, “I have and you??”

 

“Me…with a woman?” She laughed “Never”.

 

 

 

(synopsis)

 

Set in the age of early civilization’s battle of good and evil. Mara, the demon also Known as the Lord of Death has succeeded in tempting Gautam a warrior prince and diverted him from his road to enlightenment into a dark journey of bringing death and destruction to all around him. Joining the dark side, Gautam now has amazing inhuman powers and has to earn favor with the Death Lord by eliminating everyone in his way, whosoever challenges him and touches the holy box. He has become a Slave to Mara.

 

He begins his journey by defeating his own brother in a long battle that has taken place in his lair and then gruesomely killing him. He laughs loudly at his brother’s dead face and then upwards at the ceiling.  After the battle he is challenged by a spectator, his father, who claims that Gautam cheated while dueling with his brother and his victory is not earned with honor. He kills his father too and becomes more powerful. He laughs again loudly, an evil taunting laugh. At which, His mother enters his lair, quite indifferent with the bloody happenings in the

lair and averse to the fact that her husband and one of her sons have been killed, she commands Gautam to clean his lair. For mealtime, against his deepest desire she serves him bitter-gourd.  A thought has surfaced in his evil head, how he would like to fight

and eliminate his own mother.

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“I saw it all, you are indeed as powerful as they say you have become,” continued his Father. “Days ago you killed your dearest friend too from the neighboring land, his father complained to me.  It has been brought to my notice Gautam, that you no longer have any remorse, you just want to kill and you are enjoying doing it. Why!! You’ve even slaughtered many of your other friends in this lair too.  The power and the victorious run have made you grow arrogant. You even challenged your te

acher to come to this lair so that you could finish him too, all because he said you were not paying attention to h

is teachings.”

“Dear Father! Oh Father dearest

The praises you shower me with

Are all so true…so right

Are you going to just stand there?

Or are we going to fight?”

 

 

(synopsis)

 

This story is placed in the transition age from VHS to VCD, from magnetic tapes to compact discs. It is sited in a medieval technological period where no one had even heard of an iPod and much before the dawn of internet and free porn. Some people like Jaydeep, argue that it was porn that drove the data storage industry to evolve.

 

A milestone in three student’s lives has just been crossed “The Secondary State Board exams”.  At their age the world revolved around meeting their parent’s expectations and dealing with sexual curiosity. When their parents were away, JD, Clint and Partho set out on an adventure or rather an intended ‘sexcapade’ which goes wrong the moment it begins.

 

JD and Clint decide to go to Partho’s house, in order to watch a classic porn-VCD called “Sweet Candy”, which is borrowed from a friend Salman, who kept bragging the whole half term about the print quality of his brother’s compact disc over VHS and about the pornstar ‘Sweet candy’s’ beauty and scenes. Partho was the only one, among his friends at that time to own a VCD player.  On the way to Partho’s house, while crossing the Mumbai rail tracks and jumping over platforms the VCD breaks in two pieces. After desperately trying to fix the broken VCD with a cello tape and in vain, they decided to not let the evening and night go to waste. JD suggested they should try and hunt for girls from pubs and discotheques across the city to experience the real thing. The cash strapped trio agreed and what follows is ‘hitch-hiking’ across the city with unimaginable characters such as a murderer, an intoxicated model, a civilian dressed policeman and two upcoming bollywood music directors.  They also commit their first crime when they run without paying the Rickshaw driver. When the night is over, they find themselves on a beach dug into the sand, with their heads sticking out and contemplating on their life.  Who would have thought a broken VCD could’ve sparked such an eventful night.

 

The story also jumps to the life of the Czechoslovakian pornstar ‘Sweet candy’, who is now a grandmother and well respected lady in her tiny village organising lotto (bingo or housie) on fortnights.

 

 

(paragraph from story)

 

“You want to know how good a friend I am,” shouted JD. “I’m such a good friend that if one day I wake up and find myself turned into a woman, the first thing I’ll do is call you DESPOS over, so you can take chances on me. At least that’s the only way you guys can come close to a woman. Now isn’t that true friendship.”

 

“I can’t wait for you to turn into a girl,” said Partho.

“Why wait?? I want to take chances on him right away,” said Clint who grabbed and twisted JD’s hand.

 

“All right I was joking… cut it out,” screamed JD in pain.

 

 

(beginning paragraph)

 

Jaydeep, was only sixteen and dreamt of becoming a pornstar. He wanted that to be his career. While most of his friends wanted to be engineers, doctors, rockstars, models or film stars, Jaydeep who was commonly called JD by his family and friends wanted to be a porn star. In theory he had all the knowledge possible to be a pornstar. And a damn good pornstar he believed he would become even though he had never kissed a single girl. He regularly compared his tool to the professionals he watched every day. He had watched enough porn and self-educated himself in the area.  Who could resist the private, vivid and alluring world of a porn star where you could satisfy your sexual instincts with beautiful women and get paid for it? Like many human males his age, JD couldn’t resist fantasizing about that career.  To be a hustler and live the life of a playboy or debonair and performing his work on a Mediterranean penthouse under cameras and light reflectors. He had even gone to the extent of formulating his corny a.k.a. name or alias – JAY ‘WAY’ DEEP by studying many of the male pornstars who had such corny aliases. After retiring he would become a pornologist, study porn and write books about it. He had his career mapped out.  He was up for it but what would his mother and father say? What would his close-knit orthodox Jain family say? At the moment all they cared about was the marks and percentage he would get in his board exams which would decide his socially accepted career. But all his sixteen year old mind could think of was ‘SEX’.

The alarm woke him up from his fantasy. He woke into a slow realization that he was a free teenager, his exams were finally over and he was home alone. His parents had gone for a week long pilgrimage to ask the gods for a good percentage for their only son who was now busy sitting at home making plans to watch a triple ’x’ porn film with his two close friends, Clint and Partho.

 

 

HI….I know there is a lot of reading on the site…..but if you would like to read the below stories send me a mail

- hans (dot) lewis(at the rate) gmail (dot)com