Saturday, 9 July 2016

the man who lost everything-2

Those days were not the days where technology was so advanced. Correspondence chess was at its height of popularity. Although chess tournaments were held at regular intervals.

Jill sat down on the chair and started setting the pieces. The board had a few fainted corners of the dark squares, but at the moment it didn't matter. The kings stood boldly against each other with fascinating crosses on their heads. The room was silent as ever , the constant sound of the rotating fan could be heard. He used to be feared at the local championships , long times ago. Now he wondered even if anyone knew him there. He used to read in the papers about the championships going on and the winners. He sometimes used to tell his son how he had made a piece sacrifice on the king side and beaten the champion in the top table. But today he felt like he had something in him that he could give to this noble game. 

Suddenly his eye caught the calendar. Today his son and his wife would be travelling to Paris from London. He knew he would see them again in exactly 20 days from today. He played some vague moves on the board and then wandered away into the town to buy groceries. He had to cook himself. His whole day was then spent preparing for the presentation which he had to give in the office the day after. His boss had promised him a promotion if he could have get the party coming the day after interested in investing in the company. He had found out all the reasons why other companies would like to invest in the company and was prepared for the cross questioning also. He thought he had done all he could to prepare for the presentation. His room was filled of the prizes and trophies given by his office. He slept for a while in afternoon. He woke up around three hours later and then freshened up a bit. Then he thought that he could clean his son's room just to pass some time. When he was at the junction of his room and his son's he saw the board again and he stood still. For a few minutes nothing moved. The board was still set up as he had left it. He had almost forgot everything about the board. He saw the position , just for the sake of calculating he tried to calculate some forced wins for white. He sat down but didn't move a piece. Just waited for something to click in his mind. He thought about the obvious moves first, then looked for some moves which were hard to see. Then without touching the board he got up to make a cup of coffee. He had lost the track of time, so he looked up to the clock and suddenly something caught his eye on the board.

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Friday, 8 July 2016

the man who lost everything-1

This story starts from a place called Westeroak, which somewhere in the world , concealed enough from the naked eye of common people.

A man named Jill S. Strickland  lives his life with ease and smoothness. This man goes to work  at 9 am and returns at 5 pm. He has a 5 day working schedule.  Jill was a very good chess player. He used to play so good in his school days.

Many long days had passed since he had last touched his chess set, thought Jill. It was Saturday and suddenly this thought had arisen in his mind. He went to his old room , that was now his son's. His wife and son had gone to a trip to see Europe, due to some official work he could not accompany them.

He went to his secret cupboard, which he had asked the carpenter to make under the bed's storage area. A dust chessboard and a bag containing pieces can be seen. Also some books of chess puels and openings can be seen. A chess notation notebook can be seen on which were written in gleaming words " CHESS GAMES of JILL S. STRICKLAND".

He went into the thoughts of winning the chess U-15 championship and how he had outplayed the old lady in the opening game of a tournament when he was a small kid in the same opening he played from black, the CARO-KANN. Also how he sacrificed two bishops to bring the opponent's king in the centre and trapped him in the middle of the board. Some of his bitter losses also came to his mind one of which was when he was such a huge amount of material up but lost due to a silly mistake , and got mated backrank. All this came to his mind as he turned the pages of the notation book.

He took out the board and set it up on his son's study table after removing the dust. The sun rays were just peeping in through the ventilator and the kingside of the chessboard was lightened up by it.


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the interlude 2

We will be moving to a city WESTEROAK  for the further parts of the story .
thanks for all the audience and cheering.
SACHLEEN SINGH