Comments on: 55Friday: The “Black Metallic” edition

By: zimblymallu

zimblymallu — Wed, 02 Aug 2006 15:48:17 +0000

I tried to get as black and metallic as possible.

By: thekingsingh

thekingsingh — Mon, 31 Jul 2006 21:27:57 +0000

After much zigzagging, the taxi came to an abrupt halt in traffic. Children suddenly swarmed the car, reaching in through the window with the hope of securing a handout. One arm, lighter in skin tone than the others, stood out from the rest.

Bechari, Mrs. Sharma thought to herself, as she reached into her purse.

By: Jai

Jai — Sun, 30 Jul 2006 12:46:54 +0000

“Stay out of the sun, Nandini ! You’re black enough already !”

The reflex admonishments were already tiresome for the 12-year-old; the problems that would be encountered in finding a husband.....Constant comparisons to her “prettier” sister.....

Photographers always noticed the mysterious secret smile as she strode down the New York catwalk a decade later.

By: buzz

buzz — Sun, 30 Jul 2006 02:39:37 +0000

buzz…

By: podulent

podulent — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 20:48:54 +0000

She's My Friend

Gazing at his shoes, he senses that the brown-skinned slip of a girl has arrived at the foot of the stage. He can't believe the backpack made it through security. "Sure you want to do this?" he asks nervously, after the set. "You say it's easy when it's faster," she sighs, handing him the gun.

By: gauravonomics

gauravonomics — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 16:32:37 +0000

And, finally a 55-fiction piece about "beauty, skin, pigmentation", and being brown: "The Yard-boy".

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She sat on the window ledge and looked longingly at his lean muscled body, his light flowing mane, his smooth white skin, so different from her own long black hair and supple brown skin.

Â“Nothing good will come out of thisÂ”, she chastised herself, not for the first time, Â“falling in love with an albino!Â”

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By: Abhi

Abhi — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 10:57:42 +0000

I’ve never seen you when you’re smiling

A Catherine Wheel shout out? I just have to admire that for a while before I attempt a 55. I just hit play on my stereo at 2a.m. Oh hell. I’ll share: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hu1IyWdsRgw

By: gauravonomics

gauravonomics — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 10:25:26 +0000

Sometimes, however, even though we try very hard to torture ourselves, fate intervenes (here):

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He met her for the first time at a play at Prithvi.

They were on a double date; their lovers were ex-lovers themselves and this could have been awkward. However, they found themselves laughing at the same lines.

When the four of them watched another play at Prithvi next week, they had already switched partners.

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By: Kush Tandon

Kush Tandon — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 10:23:49 +0000

Fairer Like Her

A young pretty, fair, 7-8 year old Muslim girl at Charminar. At the minaret staircase.

Â“Is she a Hindu?Â” pointing to the bindi on MartaÂ’s forehead. Â“She is enamored by you.Â” Â“No, she is enamored by the way you are talking.Â” Â“Will I become fairer like her, if I go to Amreeka?Â”

I just smile.

By: gauravonomics

gauravonomics — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 10:23:16 +0000

Or the torture of knowing that you are not what you want to be, the torture of being stuck in 'Trishanku's Heaven' (here and here):

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Â“Help me!!!Â” a womanÂ’s voice shattered the silence of the night.

Garib Mohan raced his auto-rickshaw towards the beautiful woman surrounded by four goondas. One elegant curve of the rickshaw and all four goondas were lying supine on the ground.

Â“Thank you,Â” she sighed, as she stepped out of the rickshaw into the bright sunlight.

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Â“Weblogs offers bloggers $1,000 per month for their social-bookmarking rights.Â”

$1000. $1000. $1000. The number repeated in his mind, multiplied like a viral code.

He thought of his yacht moored on the trendy Mediterranean coast, the Dom PÃ©rignon flute in his hand and the bevy of beauties around himÂ… and posted another link at PutVote.

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