The Story Writer Series - Part 2

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As I reached back to my desk with a cup of strong smelling coffee in my hand, to my disappointment, I noticed the story had already moved forward. I quickly ran through what had happened while I was away, and it read as:

Moments after the taxi started, the lady asked AK about where he was going and where is he from? Is he a tourist? Etc, and so began their conversation. And to their surprise, they found out that they both worked for the same company, and same office building, and same floor too. And while they were busy discussing all this, the taxi stopped somewhere and at some distance AK could see large board reading “MoChit Bus station”. He got down and asked the driver how much. But the lady was much faster and she paid the full amount and refused to get any money from AK. She then took him to the platform where he should wait for his bus, and left for her bus.

“oooh noooo...!!!” I exclaimed. “Why? Whyyy?” I asked in a disappointed voice, as if there was somebody around me to answer “He did not do any good now, then why!??” and I rested my forehead on my hand. And immediately I heard the familiar whispering voice of the magical entity, soft and slow “AK showed faith in God and his people” and the voice faded away “even through suspicious time”…
I frowned dejectedly, and decided to get ahead with story. I was very angry as well and wanted to take out my anger on the character and I started scribbling furiously

The platform was heavily crowded and very noisy as well. People were moving hither and thither. Near the platform from where AK had to catch the bus, there was a big mob of people. AK, somehow moved in through the crowd and noticed that there were two old, but well built ladies sitting at a table with and old pc. From what was happening around, AK, could make out that they were the bus coordinators and so he showed them the tickets which they looked at hurriedly and muttered something in thai. AK looked confused and looked around if there was anybody who could translate for him. No luck, everybody was thai local. The crowd seemed to get bigger and bigger and forget walking, even standing was difficult. After few mins a bus arrived, and the people at platform ran crazy. But AK did not know if that was his bus. He once again asked the lady at the counter, and she seemed to get irritated, and again muttered something angrily. Another lady nearby who heard her reply and expression on AK’s face, said to him that all buses are late. 6.30 pm bus reached just now (8.30 pm) only!.

The same situation continued for 1 hour, 2 hours and the crowd kept increasing and AK became very tired. He could not stand anymore and held on to the chair of the lady and tried to manage standing. It was getting more and more difficult, and his mind was suggesting that he get the ticked refunded and go back home, but he continued to hold on…

“How are you feeling now, baby..” I said softly to myself with a wide smile on my face…, but this smile was short lived, as the pen started moving by itself writing something. I held on to it tightly and tried to stop it, pull it away, but it was no use. It was ever so powerful, I could not do anything. Then I accepted defeat and asked again “what now?!”, and again the soft whisper came “AK showed endurance through physical and mental turbulence and hung on to his goal…” and in about a min, the pen stopped writing and dropped.
I quickly read out what damage it ended up doing

“all of a sudden, the lady at the desk started looking around, and then pointed at AK, and asked him to give his ticket, and then scribbled something, cut a piece out of it, and asked him to get into a bus that was standing in next platform. She escorted him through the crowd and into the bus and told something to a person inside it. AK realized that this was a VIP bus, and he had booked for a second class only, but he was promoted to this bus, for reasons unknown.”

As I read this my face again dropped in spirits, and I thought there was nobody to blame for this situation of mine - except me. I remembered how I was part of the same Magical Writers clan who always wrote only good things and one fine day …
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The Story Writer Series - Part 1

Characters:
First Person (Refered as “I”): An author who is writing a story about AK (fictional character-as far as the author is concerned)

Magical Entity: It is something/someone that interferes with the authors writing and adds its own twist to the story (magically). He/she/it is not visible, but jumps in important situations of the story to give the story a different twist.

AK: The Main Character of the story written by Author. He is bitten by adventure and enjoy/experience life bug… His life events are controlled by what the author and the magical entity writes in the story.

Legend (Color coding):
This font & color represent the author speech and actions.
This font & color represents the Story

Note: Please dont forget that "I"=Author ... NOT Me (Abdul), while reading....

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As I walked over to my writing table, with a notebook in my hand, I thought “I hate this character - AK… no matter what I do, he ends up being happy. Of course, I know it’s because of that damn magical thing, but there ought to be some way, to get this story forward in the direction I WANT!”, and I sat on the nice comfortable wooden chair saying to myself “it’s been few days since that sprite has interrupted me, best time for me to make the story more interesting”.

I quickly ruffled through pages of the notebook and found the point where the story was hung. “Ok, so here it is. AK is about to go to Chiang Mai… hmmmm… poor fella! Now see what i do to you” and I had a secret chuckle on my face with my eyes bright and twinkling.
“Ok, so here you go baby”, saying so I started



AK comes out of Kamphaeng phet station in Bangkok and looks around. He has to go to Mochit station to board his bus for Chiang mai, but doesn’t know the directions. He walks up to middle aged lady, standing on the pavement near a busy road, and asks her for direction. The lady’s eyes lit up seeing the bus booking receipt that AK showed. She stuttered back that she can take him to the station in Taxi along with her

I rubbed my hands together at this point and had a big secret smile on my face… and again continued back to scribble…


She looked around the road, left and right uncomfortably, as many taxis passed, but did not bother to stop them. She spoke on phone (in thai) for few mins in between. AK, watched this impatiently, and finally after about 10 mins, she said, its difficult to get a taxi here, lets walkover to the other side, and try, and saying so, she walked back and towards left side. AK followed her wondering what was going on, thinking he was better off getting a taxi himself.


They walked around to a little more quiter side of the road, and there was a rickshaw like taxi already standing there. She directly walked up to it, spoke something in thai, and asked AK to get in and she got in too.

“Ah! this is going perfect” I thought, as I turned the page, “And more importantly, its still in my control” with my face still smiling. “Let me grab a cup of coffee, this is going to be interesting”, saying so I stood up and walked over to the kitchen, leaving the notepad on the table. Little did I think, how a cup of coffee could impact my story…

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