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My Stories as Ebook


I have collected 33 short stories of mine into an ebook which will be published next week.  Most of these stories were written in the last two years and published in my blog.  Just to give a taste of what the stories are like, let me give the links to three stories selected at random:

Ahalya – the first story in the volume
And quiet flowed the Beas – the tenth story
The Nomad Learns Morality – the title story

The volume is dedicated to “Radha Soami Satsang Beas especially Dr Pranita Gopal.”  RSSB is a religious organisation which took over a school in Delhi where I was teaching for quite a while.  In about two years the organisation bulldozed the school to smithereens.  The bulldozer became my guru and muse.  However, the stories are in no way related to the school or RSSB.  Not at all to the bulldozer.  Not even to Dr Pranita Gopal.  All these happened to be my best inspirers.  I’m obliged to them eternally.  Were it not for them, the potential for fiction writing would have died quietly within me.  As Lord Rama’s touch brought life to Ahalya, RSSB brought a different life to the writer in me.  Dr Gopal is one of the many faces of RSSB that I came close to.  My admiration for her grows day by day.

I’m now working on a novel which is totally inspired by the RSSB.  The novel is tentatively titled Black Hole.  Following is an extract from it:

In the beginning was a black hole.  The black hole was with God, and the black hole was God.  All things existed in the black hole.  Nothing could escape the tenacity with which the black hole held everything within it.  The bonds of that tenacity grew strong and stronger until the black hole could not bear the bondage anymore.  And it exploded.  Boom.  Big Bang.  And the black hole became flesh.

Ishan Salman Panicker was writing his gospel.   

The picture in this post is not the actual cover of the book.  I designed it for fun.  I now live a few metres away from the road in the picture.  It is a picturesque village in Kerala whose landscapes suffuse beauty and vigour into my soul through an osmotic process which could not have taken place elsewhere.  I’m grateful to RSSB and its people for giving me this gift without even their knowledge.

That’s how life works.  We become agents of transmutation in other people’s lives.  We can be Desdemonas or Iagos.  Othello may fail to recognise the genuine face.  Othellos, Desdemonas and Iagos create art for us.  My stories are humble attempts to catch some of those aesthetic moments of life.  Some of those glimpses which may add some beauty to a life that is otherwise bulldozed over.


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  1. UnknownOctober 24, 2015 at 8:52 AM

    Congratulations.

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  2. AnuragOctober 24, 2015 at 9:21 AM

    Congratulations! I hope to get my hands on the print copy

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  3. UnknownOctober 24, 2015 at 11:06 AM

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  4. rupam sarmaOctober 24, 2015 at 1:36 PM

    Congratulations :)
    Best Wishes

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  5. Online JournalistOctober 24, 2015 at 9:00 PM

    Hearty Congratulations and Best wishes sir...!

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  6. wingsOctober 24, 2015 at 9:38 PM

    Awaiting eagerly. Thanks. I want to relive the remnants of my past. Want to learn what I might not have learnt.

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  7. wingsOctober 24, 2015 at 9:39 PM

    Awaiting eagerly. Thanks. I want to relive the remnants of my past. Want to learn what I might not have learnt.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 25, 2015 at 6:08 AM

      Grateful for your zeal. The stories may not carry that sort of lessons but I do hope they will remind you of a lot of things.

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  8. Purba chakrabortyOctober 24, 2015 at 11:04 PM

    Wonderful. Congratulations. Wish you all the best :)

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  9. Devesh PrajapatiOctober 25, 2015 at 2:42 AM

    Congrts sir, good to see u again sir on blogspot.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 25, 2015 at 12:16 PM

      I had no choice, sir. Since I can't be a swami i have to be a writer. Thanks for welcoming me to where I rightfully belong.

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  10. Devesh PrajapatiOctober 25, 2015 at 12:13 PM

    Congrts sir, good to see u again sir on blogspot.

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  11. Roohi BhatnagarOctober 25, 2015 at 2:56 PM

    Wow.. The much awaited writer has arrived finally. I am happy and deeply inspired. Congratulations :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 25, 2015 at 6:44 PM

      Thank you, Roohi. You once asked me why I get caught in the cycle repeatedly (not in the same words). I have seen Rahu and Ketu playing their incessant shadow game. ..:)

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  12. UnknownOctober 26, 2015 at 6:31 AM

    Amazing! Best wishes!

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  13. Ashish KumarOctober 26, 2015 at 8:43 PM

    Congratulations sir... Wish you all the best for the success... I will read your short stories soon...

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  14. UnknownOctober 27, 2015 at 10:55 AM

    Life is for those, who dare most.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 27, 2015 at 12:04 PM

      You will meet in my stories great persons like Lord Rama and Alexander the great who faltered... I understand what you mean...

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  15. Ankita ChakravartiOctober 27, 2015 at 11:14 AM

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 27, 2015 at 12:06 PM

      This is beyond me...

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    2. Ankita ChakravartiOctober 27, 2015 at 10:14 PM

      This comment has been removed by the author.

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    3. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 28, 2015 at 5:13 AM

      Thanks for sharing. There were ways to save ourselves from that big fraud ... We defeated ourselves. We let ourselves be ruined by an entity that perceived itself as Browning's Duke of Ferrara who put an end to all smiles altogether in order to uphold the 900 year old family morality!

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  16. UnknownOctober 27, 2015 at 11:48 AM

    Sir can you send me a link to the book so I can buy.
    Looking forward to the series.
    Is there a way I can get in touch with you? Your old number I have does not seem functional.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalOctober 27, 2015 at 12:08 PM

      As soon as the book is released I'll let you know. Please don't call me. I'm under self-imposed imprisonment.

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