Tuesday 13 February 2018

Short Story 14 : Memora.

Theme : Of Ricochets And Recoils


The world is in perpetual anticipation of the next new thing that’ll arrive and elevate it to a higher level of existence. That word above is a testament of our hunger to ideate, invent and/or innovate; a rooster call  of humanity to the universe signifying its awakening to a new age of understanding about the universe and its ways. The person(s) responsible for such an outcome become(s) the eye of the apple of the world, reaping praises and prizes alike, etched in the pages of history as an exemplary member of the species. The media has open arms for just such a story; venture capitalists have open wallets for these game-changers, and society tends to have both. Such is the power of the hunger that we have designed our civilizational systems around its satiation.

Every once in a while though, there comes along an idea that changes things for the better, but only at first. The side-effects are either neglected or considered too minimal to be significant, until it isn’t. It is when the hunger driving the revolutionary and evolutionary transformations consumes us from the inside, and does so insidiously. It is when the celebrated heroes of humanity, ideas and at times, the people behind them, are viewed through filters of sanity that the true picture emerges, sharpening out the blur that appeared to be its/their natural state. This realization sets into motion a chain of events which turn out to be the true outcome of that idea; a myriad of reactions exposing the depths of both the producer(s) and consumer(s) of ideas alike, continuing to reshape reality for, quite possibly, eternity.

This story is an attempt to capture the above scenario in a short story based on the pharmaceutical industry.



‘They died, Reema. Suresh’s voice was devoid of feeling. She barely recognized the flat tone that spoke the three words. They sounded like a sledgehammer smashing against her gut.
She hung up the phone and sunk down on the couch. The moonless night gaped at her through the tinted glass of her window.
It had all gone wrong. The shit had hit the fan. How had it come to this?
There was nothing more she could do now. There was no going back now. It had all been for nothing. All those tedious years of being cooped up in her lab, all those sleepless nights of hunching over her apparatus, all those trials and errors…all of it had gone down the drain.
The pride she had felt when the bright green capsules were first unveiled to the shareholders, the applause she had received when they had unanimously voted her as the sole recipient of the Best scientist of the year award…the memory of that surreal evening brought an ironic smile on her face.
Three people. Three people had died because of her. She was no longer a scientist who invented miracles for the betterment of the world. She was a…killer. A murderer. The very word had an ominous, sinister ring to it, more sinister than the effects that her medicine caused in the patients.
Why, why had she not trusted her initial instincts and allowed the animal testing to be carried on for another year?
And now, there was no way the company was going to retrieve the samples from the market, before it was too late for more patients.
Memora. What a nice name it was. What an apt name. Invented by her, Dr. Reema Biswas, Ph.d in Pharmacology. The white rats that they had tried it on at first, had shown almost 70% more propensity to remember both random and specific stuff they’d been tested with. Even the lab assistants had been amazed. The second level of testing had gone well too. The guinea pigs had even remembered which lab assistant had served them more food, and that the bright-colored bowls always had more food in them.
The phone began to buzz. Reema continued to stare listlessly at the tentacle like shadows cast by the swaying trees outside her window.

The final level of lab testing had brought in accolades from the Chairman himself. The monkeys that were administered the drug she had invented, showed almost superhuman cognitive skills for primates in their scope of evolution. Why, one primate even remembered the numerical combination that unlocked the phones of three of the lab assistants, before proceeding to smile into the camera phones for selfies!
It was after the said videos had gone viral around the top brass of the company’s confidential servers, that they had hastened to patent the combination of compounds she had used to bring about the miracle drug. After all, Arena Pharmaceuticals wasn’t known as the fourth top drug provider of brain related ailments for nothing.
It was three months after the patent was secured, that Reema had become aware of the first repercussions of the drug manifest itself. She noticed that three of the guinea pigs had begun to behave in what was normally termed as ‘funny’. And then the rats had begun to act weird during the night, showing unusual proclivity to violence. One rodent gnawed through his cage so much, that he was found dead early one morning with his jaws covered in blood. And yet, when she voiced her suspicions to her senior, Dr. Suresh Baliga, he had suggested that she needed to take a break from work, albeit kindly.
It was when one of the monkeys had died suddenly, of no apparent cause that Reema began to suspect that something was truly amiss. But the company had already announced the release of Memora, the new wonder drug for Amnesia, especially Anterograde amnesia, where patients were unable to transfer the short term memory store into long term store in their brains.  Memora was touted as the next big miracle to cure all the disorders related to storage, retention and recollection of memories, in not only amnesic patients but also those suffering from Dementia.
It was a mere four months after the drug was released, that the first repercussions of the medicine made themselves apparent. And Reema knew that although no one had made the connection to Memora as yet, it wouldn’t be too long before the physicians realized that the apparent violence and subsequent death of patients, were only happening with those administered with Memora .
If only she had insisted that the tests be conducted for more time! The company, bogged down by terrible losses and ruthless competition, had refused to wait until the final test results could be tabulated with the complete ramifications of the side effects, before releasing the drug into the market.
Last week, the CDSCO had issued a circular to Arena Pharmaceuticals to withdraw Memora from the market, for an unspecified amount of time. Reema knew that the same people who had applauded her invention, would now make her the sole scapegoat in the whole affair.
But what bothered Reema more than the prospect of unemployment, or a lifetime in jail, was something more crucial, eating into her very soul.
Reema stood up from the couch and walked slowly to her bedroom. She opened the drawer and pulled out the stash of strychnine that she had closeted away a month ago. She'd known that this day would come, though she had not anticipated it to arrive so soon.
She knew that the alkaloid would cause her body to get paralyzed for a few hours, and progress to respiratory failure, before dawn.
Could she live with the blood of innocent patients on her hands for the rest of her life? Could she live in the fear of anticipation of more people succumbing to the monstrosity she had created?
The persistent call of the doorbell rang in her ears, as she unscrewed the cork of the tiny bottle and emptied the contents into her mouth.
‘Reema, it wasn’t Memora…open the door Reema! It wasn’t your medicine that caused the deaths…the test results have come in...Reema damn you, open the door…!’ Dr. Suresh Baliga’s voice continued to echo off the empty corridor outside the door.


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Sunday 11 February 2018

Creative Writing : Writing about Fire.

I had the honor and opportunity to host the session at the Write Club Bangalore Meetup this Saturday. The session went exceedingly well, even if I say so myself. My writer buddies, including the newbies, came up with some amazing stories, both humorous & heart-rending, that did justice to the material and prompts I'd provided for them.

Here is the material I prepared for the meetup, for all of you Write-Clubbers who couldn't make it to  the session, for those of you who need to break the Writer's block and for those who just love to write stories too. 

The history behind the choice of my topic is simple. I have been glued to Dean Koontz's novels for the past two months. I totally revel in the kind of prose Koontz adapts, he is indeed the king of similes and metaphors. I am currently reading 'Seize the night' which is the sequel to 'Fear Nothing'. I love both the books, not only for the heebie-jeebie fests at every turn of the page and the killer suspense, but also for the knowledge I glean from the protagonist.

Now, there is a scene in 'Fear Nothing' where Christopher Snow, the protagonist is trapped inside a house that is set on fire. I do not want to spoil the suspense for those of you who are yet to read the book, so it would suffice to say that the four pages of mind-blowing description of Chris's angst, got me hooked to the idea of using 'Fire' as the topic of my hosting session at the Write Club.

In addition to the excerpts from Koontz's 'Fear Nothing', that I have included within the material, I have borrowed heavily from the post of the Death Author, E.B.Black, titled 'How to write about fire accurately' to do justice to the topic in question.

However, all the prompts that I have put up at the end of the writing material are products of my own hyperactive imagination. I hope they fire up your creative juices and inspire you writers to bring out some blazing stories.

So, set your page on fire, writers. Happy writing!


Playing with Fire.

Writing about the elements can be a challenge, even for people who have had first-hand experience with the same. Fire is one of the areas misrepresented in fiction, most of the time.

There are a bunch of myths that need to be busted, before a writer can portray a fire or events relating to a fire with accuracy.

Myth 1: The only danger of being trapped in a house fire is of being burned to death: 

Although this might seem to be the case in books and on TV, a majority of people die of asphyxiation from lack of oxygen, than by burns. Smoke and toxic gases kill more people than flames do. Fire produces poisonous gases that cause disorientation and drowsiness. Asphyxiation is the leading cause of fire deaths, exceeding burns by a three-to-one ratio.

Note: If you want your protagonist to escape alive, ensure that he crawls low under any smoke, to the exit because heavy smoke and poisonous gases collect first along the ceiling.

Downward I plunged, toward the only hope of nourishing air. Each inhalation caused a spasm of coughing, increased my suffocation and fed my panic. I held my breath till I reached the foyer, dropped to my knees, stretched out on the floor & discovered that I could breathe. I squirmed across the room digging my elbows into the carpet, ricocheting off furniture until I cracked my head solidly against the raised brick hearth of the fireplace. (‘Fear Nothing’, Dean Koontz)

It seemed absurd to me that I couldn’t find my way out of this place. This wasn’t a mansion for God’s sake, not a castle, merely a modest house…(‘Fear Nothing’, Dean Koontz)

The smoke didn’t just choke or block my view with a wall of white. It seared my throat and closed my airways until I wondered if I could breathe long enough to get through it. My throat hurt for a good day afterward. 

Myth 2 : You can save someone from a fire by running into it : 

No, that would be a foolhardy thing to do. Not only are there dangers of asphyxiation, falling debris, suffocation from the heat even if one never encounters the flame, but there’s also the fact that one can see nothing. Fire starts bright, but quickly produces black smoke too thick to see through and irritates the eyes, resulting in complete darkness.

Note: Rescuing a pet from a fire is not easy. They may fight and bite rescuers in the panic (unlike on TV).

Coughing, choking, struggling to breathe, I reversed directions hoping to escape through the second floor window. Through smoke-stung eyes, flooded with tears, through the pall of smoke itself, I saw a throbbing light above. Yet, there was no advantage of glimpsing the reflected fire; I wasn’t able to tell if the flames were inches away from me, whether they were burning toward or away from me, so the light increased my anxiety without providing guidance. (‘Fear Nothing’, Dean Koontz)

Myth 3: During a house fire, the whole house usually burns down: 

House fires usually occur only in one room and they are put out before they get too far. Fires don’t generally spread too fast unless there is an accelerant causing them to do so, in which case it takes less than 30 seconds for a small flame to turn into a major fire & only a few minutes for thick black smoke to fill a house, or for it to be engulfed in flames. Also, cement, certain metals and bricks can’t burn.

Note: Writing about a whole house burning down with nothing left but ash, is not realistic. 
Either I was suffering from worse effects of smoke inhalation than I realized, including a distorted perception of time, or the fire was spreading with unusual swiftness. The arsonists had probably used an accelerant, maybe gasoline. (‘Fear Nothing’, Dean Koontz)

Myth 4: You have to touch a fire to be burned: 

This is untrue. The heat of a fire is enough to injure a person seriously. If the characters in your story are near to lava or something huge burning down, they may feel the heat and have ashes raining down on them. Heat is more threatening than flames. Room temperatures in a fire can be 100 degrees at floor level and rise to 600 degrees at eye level. Inhaling this super-hot air scorches the lungs and melts clothes to the skin.

Note: Your protagonist is smart, if during a house fire, she feels the doorknob and door, before she opens it.If either is hot, or if here is smoke coming around the door, she leaves the door closed and tries to find another way out. If she does open the door, she opens it slowly and is ready to close it at once, if there is smoke or fire present on the other side.

If the character in your story can't get out, she could close the door and cover the vents/cracks around the doors with cloth or tape to keep the smoke out, before she signals out of a window or calls the fire department for help.

Myth 5: Firemen always rush into a house at once to save the people inside: 

This is not always the case. They do help if someone is hanging out of a window, but the probability of searching for people trapped inside maybe low. Although this may sound heartless to someone who doesn’t understand the logistics of the same, one must remember that it does not make sense for firemen to enter an empty house to risk their lives. Besides,  there is usually bound to be utter confusion about how many people were inside the house when the fire started. Thereby, firemen normally douse the flames and then search for survivors or bodies afterwards.

Note: If your character’s clothes catch fire in your story, he needs to stop at once, drop to the ground, cover his face with his hands and then roll over & over, or back and forth, until the fire is out. If he is rescuing someone else, he can smother the flames with a blanket or towel and use cool water to treat the burns immediately for 3 to 5 minutes.

Writing Prompts:

  • An inquisitive child comes upon a box of matches and begins to play with it.
  • A firefighter enters a blazing house to rescue a puppy, when she hears the cries of a baby from inside one of the rooms.
  • A survivor recounts the horror of being set aflame by a drunken husband.
  • A billionaire’s bungalow has burned to the ground, during Diwali celebrations. The insurance investigator smells a rat.
  • The charred remains of an unknown victim are found in a remote area on the outskirts of the city. The detective in charge is flummoxed about the case.
  • A psychopath has committed a murder and decides to use his favorite toy - fire, to destroy the evidence of his crime.
  • A homemaker/stay-at-home husband is busy on the phone/laptop and forgets to turn off the gas stove properly…
  • A group of inebriated teenagers are dancing around a bonfire in a deep forest, when things go horribly wrong…
  • A zookeeper is woken up from his siesta at work, by screams of ‘Fire! Fire!’ to see wild animals running helter-skelter in a fog of smoke.
  • You are the fire. You are the flame. You feel an invincible power coursing through your depths, the power to burn, blister, roar, destroy and devour everything around you. You are out to have a field day,turning all and sundry in your path into ash. Be the fire. 



1. http://deathauthor.blogspot.in/2012/08/how-to-write-about-fire-accurately.html

2. http://reesloveofwriting.blogspot.in/2012/07/fire-in-night-when-life-sucks-write-it.html

3. 'Fear Nothing', Koontz.D; Bantam Books (1998)

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