It’s All In A Name {Part 1}

Bhavya and I love to write fiction. We attempted to write stories based on words on every day in April, and it was fun. For a few days of the Ultimate Blog Challenge in July, we are again trying to write fiction, but this time, we are keeping the name of the central character the same. This is Part 1 of a series, and the character name is Javed.



The sunrise through his window was beautiful. Looking outside, he saw a rainbow just above. The storm that had lashed on the city all night had now cleared up and the heat of the May sun was back, drying the puddles on the road. The storm had scared him because today was a big day, and the first day of a new job was very important. But he also knew that it would clear.

His parents had been unable to conceive for a long time, when he came into their lives. On the same day, his father settled a big deal that would bring lots of success to him and the family. His grandfather had proclaimed with a big smile, “This boy would have good luck in his life always.” So he had been named, and so it had been proved. Every step he took had been blessed by good luck.

He would fall ill the day before an exam, but he’d be much better the next day, and the questions in the exam would be from the portion he managed to study. He wouldn’t field too well in cricket, but when the big catch came towards his fielding position, he’d catch it with ease. He would just manage to squeeze past the cut-off marks, but land the best result in the interviews. This job was his fourth in the year. He was lucky there too. When he left one, another waited to welcome him.

He put on a creaseless white shirt with small olive colored checks, buttoned it up to the collar. Then put on a necktie. The black formal trouser was the perfect match to the shirt, a combination he preferred. He dabbed a bit of powder on his face, then wiped off some of it with his white handkerchief, on which he smattered some of the perfume. He did a mental check to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. Pen in his shirt pocket, wallet, mobile. He put on the black leather shoes he had earlier made spotless. Yes, he looked set to impress.

His bag had been packed since the previous night. His mother had woken up early to make his favorite biriyani, which was now in the lunch box and inside his bag. He gave her a kiss, took her blessing and went on his way. Just as he reached the main road, he heard a sound, and looked down to see his shoe tear near the heel. “Why today, of all the days!” he muttered under his breath.

Looking around, he saw a roadside shop open. It was a small shack, aluminum sheets on three sides, asbestos roof, and a steel door. The cobbler was standing outside, taking water from a mug and sprinkling it around the shack. He thanked his grandfather for that old blessing, and happy about his luck, moved toward the shack. The cobbler sat on the wooden floor, and gave him a smile. He saw the problem, and took the shoe to start mending.

Other than the tools of his trade, the shack had the picture of a man, with a garland in front of it. He also saw a frame with the three Gods side by side… Jesus was on the left, Ganesha in the middle and Allah, written in Urdu, on the right. A single neon light flickered above that frame.

Taking the mended shoe, he gave the cobbler his money.

“Thanks, bhaiyya. Aap khule nahi hote, to aaj ka din barbaad ho jata.”

And he was sure of it. The cobbler had saved his day.

“Alhamdulilah,” the cobbler replied with a smile. All thanks to the Almighty.

He was surprised, and returned the smile.

“Aapka naam?”

The cobbler was surprised then. No one asked his name usually. They’d get their shoes mended, and go away.

“Javed, beta. Mera naam Javed hai.”

As he walked away from the shack, he had a shocked look that the cobbler couldn’t see.

“Let his name be Javed, and his good fortune be just as eternal as the meaning of his name.”

The words of his grandfather echoed in his ears as Javed walked toward his new office.

He believed in omens. A cobbler with his name, and to meet on the day he started a new job… could it mean his good fortune was about to run out? Would this be the last time a job waited for him?

As he reached the office and turned to open the door, he almost collided with a girl who came out. She let out a squeal as she lost her balance, and caught on to the railing of the stairs just behind her.

To be continued…

(8th July 2014)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

34 thoughts on “It’s All In A Name {Part 1}”

  1. Can’t wait to see what happens tomorrow. And biryani? That reminds me I’m hungry…

    That aside, I love that name! 🙂

  2. How can you just end it like that!!! Can’t wait for the story to unfold.. Please share with me. I’ll keep it a secret.. Shhhh… 😛

    • Even I don’t know what part two holds, Shalzzz 😀 I’ve not written yet. Taking it impromptu at present. Thank you. 😀

  3. Great story. It sucked me right in.
    One little tip: The word ‘put’.
    He put on a shirt. He put on a necktie.
    Try to say this with a more expressive verb.
    He slid his arms into his shirt and eased the buttons through their holes.
    With the tie around his neck, he folded a perfect knot.
    Use the suggestions if they help and go through your writing to find similar instances of ‘put’ to replace.

    • Thank you for the suggestions, Francene 🙂 I didn’t want too much expressiveness in those actions which we do as a habit. Hence I used “put”, which I felt worked. But yes, can replace with some other word too. Glad you liked the story and that it sucked you right in. 🙂

  4. Perfect Blockbuster material..If this story releases in the form of book- a producer would be ready to turn it to a movie. Best part is liked was the Javed to Javed encounter…

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