I wrote this thing which I call myself a story (or novel if you like), written in my 10th grade. I scribbled like 48 chapters that were very funny (believe me- VERY FUNNY!). I still have them. Then after when I was in my 12th grade I started re-writing it, you know, like how a novel really is! The one that I did in 10th had the word 'said' like million times. It had such a low standard (I think this word is grammatically wrong, but hell with it- I ain't got time to think about that) language.
So, as I said(saying 'said' again? What am I?), I re-wrote it for like a half chapter I guess. I still have it in my laptop. I don't think I'll continue writing it. I am really bad with creating characters and worst of all, I am so so so bad in conversation-making in the story that goes. I'll be making stupid dialogues like "Hey, what's up?", "How are you, Suresh?".I used these kinda dialogues when I wrote it first.Ironic it seems. Was it already written on my forehead that this was what I was going to do on facebook chat when I was in 10th grade? (I started using facebook in my 11th grade). Well, here it goes. I submit it to you. If you feel comfortable reading it and if you could sense this would make a nice story (or a novel for hell) give me a heads up. What I really fear is that, my story totally links with other stories. Actually my story involves the hero (that is me-Guhan) going on an adventure to the Trigger Island. I swear to Crowned Duck that I had no idea that this story already existed. It was totally from inside of my head. Bear with me, if there are mistakes.
I named it before I started writing- TREASURE TREATS IN THE TRIGGER ISLAND. Two Ts followed by an I and again Two Ts followed by an I......... So, I thought- Hey, T2IT2I!
That's about it. I wrote up to this. If you found this time worth reading and if you give me a "Go on", I can continue this what-i-call-my-story-(or...well, I don't wanna tell this over and over again).... Comment your views and thoughts.
Regards,
Guhan...!!
So, as I said(saying 'said' again? What am I?), I re-wrote it for like a half chapter I guess. I still have it in my laptop. I don't think I'll continue writing it. I am really bad with creating characters and worst of all, I am so so so bad in conversation-making in the story that goes. I'll be making stupid dialogues like "Hey, what's up?", "How are you, Suresh?".I used these kinda dialogues when I wrote it first.Ironic it seems. Was it already written on my forehead that this was what I was going to do on facebook chat when I was in 10th grade? (I started using facebook in my 11th grade). Well, here it goes. I submit it to you. If you feel comfortable reading it and if you could sense this would make a nice story (or a novel for hell) give me a heads up. What I really fear is that, my story totally links with other stories. Actually my story involves the hero (that is me-Guhan) going on an adventure to the Trigger Island. I swear to Crowned Duck that I had no idea that this story already existed. It was totally from inside of my head. Bear with me, if there are mistakes.
I named it before I started writing- TREASURE TREATS IN THE TRIGGER ISLAND. Two Ts followed by an I and again Two Ts followed by an I......... So, I thought- Hey, T2IT2I!
TREASURE TREATS
IN THE TRIGGER ISLAND
-A story by R.Raja Guhan
-A.K. Dinesh Raja (Executive sponsor) {This guy gave me papers to write}
Guhan in Daper’s
Early in the morning the sweet bird’s song was awesome in the Daper’s Island . It was not the usual time when my eyes open in the morning. I turned around when my bed’s end made me fall to the ground. My eyes saw the morning. It is this island where I live. This is me- GUHAN. That’s what they call me for now.
I was clean after this very bath and was fresh n’ ready for almost everything. Usually I spend my holidays waste. But now I had mind voices saying “Go and explore!” So I began my permission mission (in which I usually fail).
“Mom, Am I now enough grown for attaining the capability to get started for a quick sail in a ship?” I questioned her with the excitement not leveled down from the before asks.
She always gives the same answer no matter how hard I try and how sad I question.
“This age that you are holding is just enough for you to make a paper boat and not eligible for riding boats or sailing in ships.”
“You never understand my fond for fun.” I replied.
I routed out of the house and my legs ran in the path of Suresh’s house. He was one of my finest friends in the island. I gave a friendly knock at the door. He showed up.
“What a morning! Hello Guhan. Is your fun trip in ship ready to rise? I know you might have asked it by now. So how far is the request?” he said.
“Don’t you know about her? She gives the same answer, Suresh. I don’t think this request route will make my wish satisfied. I’ll have to try some other way for my long time wish to get into light.”
We sat down in our favourite spot and shared our nice experiences those we had in our prior holidays. This came to an end after we talked almost three holiday thingies. I waved him goodbye and came back home. I once again begged Mom. She refused. This was a fine evening and I was in a bad mood. I made up mind that somehow I should travel in a ship. So my mind sparkled out the existence of voyagers. I ran to them.
I reached the harbour. This one was a complete different place for me. I hardly see a ship on shore in that spot. I was amazed. I glanced the whole place standing at a distance. People gathered around and were murmuring and shouting. No one marched in. Owing to my die hard desire, I was catapulted in.
“Take that box inside the cabin” “Roll the boat” “AH-GH-GRRRR” People cried.
“CRANK” “BANG” “CLANG” “TRING- TRANG”. These sounds annoyed me but I ignored them and took my legs to the Captain.
Everyone gave me an ugly look and as I entered their room. I didn’t know who the captain was and so I stated my thoughts to the person whom my eyes saw the first. The King’s persons had come to get the taxes and other blah blahs which I didn’t know.
“Good evening Sir. I am Guhan and I am living in the far end of this island. What should I have to be a member of this crew?” I said in a tone which did not sound like my casual talk. I knew it. All others were busy with their works. This guy to whom I spoke now was standing aside watching others work. I paused so that he would reply for my question.
“Age……………” That’s all he told. His job was on and he left to take care of it. The staring one! That’s strange. Who is this man? May be a supervisor.
I enquired who the captain was. I found him at last and put my thoughts to him through my mouth. I repeated the same dialogue. Waiting for his positive reply I joined my hands in fear and stood.
The captain was a tall man with rough hands and untidy dress. He had a beard which was like a dry grass bunch lying in a fallow forest. These are the looks of a captain in our island. He seemed like a good person after I looked deep in his eyes. My fear flew like fly. He made a quick eye move before he began to speak.
“Boy! That’s good to hear. But look at me! You should have understood from my looks that we’ve just now arrived from our long journey. This is the only ship that goes on voyages. Other boats can go but none will take the bitter risk. This ship is under repair now and it will take nearly a year to get fixed. So you’ll have to wait till then. Come and meet me later and I’ll take you along with us. All the Best!!!”
He left the spot after this speech. His voice and tone had attracted me so much that I longed to talk to him again. I got upset after hearing that. “I can’t wait a year long to just travel in a ship!” I said to me. Then I went back home.
My mom was waiting for me at the doorstep. She never waits like that. She gave a warm smile and took me into the house. Daddy was standing near my bed with his hands on his back side. I came to know that he has got something with him which he wanted to show me.
“What’s in your hands, Dad?” I asked. I had no idea what he was holding in those hands. My mind shot many things.
(My Mind) ‘This- that- what? No! May be the new……!’
While my mind was suggesting me these things he suddenly displayed me the hand-made toy ship to me which I was longing for days.
“This is for you. Hope you like it. I made it and it took me days to find the right type of wood for making this ship, you know. That is why I took many a day to make it”he quoted.
I showed it to all my neighbours. This toy ship was so real that even an adult would want to play with it. I really loved it. It halved the mind upset that happened to me today.
My eyes should now get some rest. So I’ve got to go to sleep. I rested my body on the ground and closed my eyes. Black colour developed and it grew deeper and deeper and I was OUT!!!!!
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This fine morning was not as the usual ones. I was over excited on the new toy that I had got. The toy ship had been waiting for me till morning and I at last took it in my hands. I think my touch might have made it go CHEERS.
Probably, even more probably no young boy like me would know about a voyage. The hurdles in it, the fun alongside the home sick would be known only if he has undertook one. So I decided that morning that even if I didn’t travel or go on a voyage I should know something about it. Suddenly my Mom called me ‘Captain’ just because I was having that toy ship in my hands. She said that only in joyous mood but it reminded me something which I could do on that fine day.
I made up my mind to spend the day on the CAPTAIN’S house. NO! ‘Home’ would be suitable here. I made myself ready i.e. got me showered so that I look good. After having waved my goodbyes to Mom and Dad, I began my pleasure walk to his Home. This way had never been in my dream list. I had barely gone there. He looked cleaner than his previous appearance. I smiled at him which was successful in a ‘smile’ reply. He began:
“Boy! Glad to meet you. So still that voyage plans in mind?”
“You are quite a mind reader. You just have my mind. I came only to know some of your experiences in your crewman career”
Regards,
Guhan...!!
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