Introduction to the Reader

To those who will be able to savor and appreciate my first ever compilation of short stories, I am truly very honored to have all of you at my own disposal. My stories may have a weird sense of propriety and humor, as I may notice it myself and some of you may too. My own story too, is very unusual, or quite. You may classify it as of whichever way. As a toddler, I have some remarkable memories of reaching almost my room's ceiling because of scaling window bars. When I was four, I saw the dead body of my grandfather in his hospital room but it really did not shake off any sense of fright. I had this sarcastic dream of being the next most noble person in my country, next to our national hero. A little too lofty, I may say. Then again, I was in my homeland but it was Marcus Brutus of Caesar's Reign who put in me and instilled my driving spirit of nobleness. My mother, although she was a mother, was ever nonchalant about my personal feelings. She was the force in which brought me to seek wider horizons. It was my very dear and special father who taught me how to care and love. He was never selfish, and he was just the exact opposite of my mother. Disheartening as it may be, my mother was what my old classmates would call a "Dream Mother". If they only knew. She was a sort of a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, sadly, as a person. Yes, indeed, a person with split personality. I was left alone in my senses to realize this until my idea did, luckily, jive with that of my father's after she left in 1988, the month of September. As I recall and reminisce flashes of memories in the past there are instances which molded me into the person I am right now. My siblings were always close to me, and as I write this page I may say this book is dedicated to my father, to my siblings and to a funny, lovable person with a talent to make me laugh at my most serious thoughts - and I shall call this person Chammy. This person was, and is indeed richly endowed on how to have the art of laughing on mistakes a talent. That, of which I am trying to study. My morbidness has come a long way since childhood and after meeting the aforementioned person, I have lightened up on the outlook of life. The influence of this incident has caused so great an amount of positivity in my life.

Ironically, the person I bear a grudge on is also the same person who ruined a part of my life and the other's. Unusually the same! During this point of time, the books I have accumulated all my life have gone over the main thoughts I read in them.

I once had my theory that I never feared death, and that I would really rest in peace when I die. The big question came. Will I? This was and is now, or a few months ago. This fear stirred up in me like a python creeping up on a helpless chicken in cage. It was as if there should have been some unfinished business and the after-effect blow of death to those who hold something dear. Something, which is a war against emotional unrest.

During the time when I was struggling over this catastrophic thought, not sleeping one night after a nightmare the other night and spending it on prayers, I did pray as hard as I could and I remember this was the hardest prayer I did in all my life. It was as if all the evil experiences in the past tried to fight over the prayers but my thoughts of worrying over the state of those I truly cared for brought the message through. Those were the people with whom this book is dedicated and to the real nice people around me. Good people! After all, good always wins over evil. Strange tales and yarns will come up in this book and all these are fixtures of my imagination. Pure, uncensored and quite irrational with the real world. In truth and all honesty, don't' we also have our own fantasies sometimes?

I may be repeating this line, but the strength in making this book came from those who did not believe in my ingenious capacity. Thank you and happy reading!