Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Kaleidoscope - The eye piece

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"Hello?"

"Hey, where are you? You said you'd be here by 11:30, it's 90 minutes past midnight now!"

"I'll call you back, I just had an accident!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine, I'll call you back, there's a crowd gathering here! Bye!"

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Eyes swollen from too much staring at a computer screen, and stressed by the three hours of network gaming with his brother and cousin, Joji bellowed, "Yaar when is Sher going to come? He should've been here early if he wanted to join in the games. We should be leaving for home now and he's not even here yet!"

Bunny glared at him from behind a large green plastic bottle, which must have contained a beverage and must have been wrapped in a funky label when bought but was now gushing plain water down Bunny's throat, stripped out of its flashy attire. He took his time hydrating himself, held down the bottle, waited some more to gulp the water that still made a melon of his mouth, took a deep breath and said, "Let me call him, he's always bad with his forecasting, must've gotten busy with something."

It was a pleasantly breezy August night, and Bunny had come to his cousin's place to spend the night playing games on his home network, along with his younger brother Joji. Sher had called at around dinner time, and had agreed to join them for a few hours on his way back from a dinner his colleagues had invited him to. Only until last year, the Havoc City didn't even have half of the night life as it fostered now, probably the courtesy of the new outsourcing companies that had started venturing in this otherwise untapped market. Sher was a part of the operations of one such organization, and found it hard to sleep through the weekend nights due to his inverted work routine. Even harder was to find people to hang around with, on the weekends, who would stay up with him all night. He sounded fairly excited with the idea of network gaming with one of his five best friends so there was no reason he could've decided to skip the event. Bunny had successfully obtained his cell phone from the backpack he usually carried around, and was holding it to his ear now, listening to the dull tone indicating a ringing phone on the other side.

Sher answered, "Hello?"

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The only thing that keeps Satellite Town, an overgrown extension of the Havoc City downtown, from being considered a rural settlement, is a scattered and totally out of place existence of some well decorated and beautifully designed bungalows. Otherwise, the muddy and even pooled with stinking sewage remnants of the supposedly paved roads are nothing less than a punishment for the people who love their cars. Enduring this very punishment, Sher sped through the streets of a congested section of the Satellite Town. He had committed to Bunny that he'll join him for a fun night, and more than half of that night had already been spent in a scrumptious dinner and a heated table talk session with Quest, his best acquaintance and also mentor at work. The car stank, partly from the fumes rising from the streets, and partly from the after effects of a heavy meal on an over stuffed stomach. He had nearly made it out of the Drivers' Hell when his Seimens M55 handset rang the tune of the Lone Ranger indicating an incoming call from Quest. A little worried over why Quest would call him within minutes of being dropped at home, Sher answered the phone, "Hello Quest, what's up?". Quest replied, "Johny Yaar I left the print out in your car!". John Grey was Sher's pseudo name at work. He had already registered the pile of papers lying on top of the glove compartment while Quest delivered these words. "Oh yes" Sher replied, "they're here, do you need them right now? I'm already very late for a commitment that I made to a friend." "Yaar, I'm sorry to trouble you but I have to take these papers to the courier early in the morning", Quest sounded a little stressed and worried. Sher replied, "Hmmm, okay, I'm coming back, will give you a buzz when I reach your street. Bye!"

Cursing under his lips, thinking of the suffering this will cause to his already weather beaten car, Sher turned the car quickly, just from the point where the main road started, nice, smooth, and dry. It was hardly a minute's drive back to Quest's place and he was waiting outside on the road, still all dressed up down to the shoes as Sher had left him a couple of minutes ago. Sher rolled down the window, shoved the papers in Quest's hand, shook hands with him, and sped ahead, without turning the car around. There was another way out of this colony, it was the longer way, but it was comparatively cleaner, and Sher wanted to drive as quickly as he could, fearing that any moment the phone will ring and Bunny would call the gaming session off.

Within a minute or two, Sher was driving through the narrowest streets of the colony, the exit to the main road called Pandora Road.

Only about 30 meters behind where the street hit Pandora road, Sher's phone rang the trumpet version of the Lone Ranger's sound track, he slowed down a bit, without removing his foot from the accelerator, looked at the phone's display, reading 'Bunny'. Just about 5 meters short of the exit, Sher picked up the phone with his left hand, hating himself for being late, and thinking of how to convince Bunny not to call it off. He looked ahead at the exit, Pandora road was busy as usual even at this late hour of the night. Parked just outside the street on the left side was a taxi, almost in the middle of the road. The phone's ring tone now screamed at its climax. Sher held the steering wheel in his right hand and the phone in the left with its thumb on the answer key, thinking it wiser to answer the call after taking the left turn, briefly glanced towards the right at the oncoming traffic, shoved his Suzuki FX on to the main road in a wide turn to avoid the illegally parked taxi, and braked hard! Too late! A refurbished and probably smuggled 1995 Toyota Crown was already skidding towards his Suzuki. There was a screech, a bang, another bang, and a crash before that section of the Pandora road went completely quiet for a moment.

Sher noticed his phone was ringing in his hand, not sure who was calling, he answered, "Hello?"

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... to be continued!

Monday, January 07, 2008

The sorrows of a happy soul...

We are the slayers of happiness…
We dwell among the joys of life…
We live to poison every elixir…
Which spouts despite all hate and strife!

The fluttering of a well-fed gut…
The sun shines of a fool’s Eden…
That cottage in the woods of love…
That grape wine which is well laden…
This comfort of a loving hug…
This chill which was just so sudden!
It evanesces in just one jiff!

All stooges to our cruel knife!

We are the slayers of happiness…
We dwell among the joys of life…
We are to poison every Panacea…
Who frolics on the tunes of fife!

So shut all holes that light your soul…
Abandon all the cheerful songs!
Don’t venture in the ephemeral stars…
And stay put where this corpse belongs!

We’re the sorrows of a happy soul!
We loath your pleasures, so often rife!
We come to poison this elixir…
Which spouts despite all hate and strife!

... dedicated to all the happy moments of my life!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Taking clothes off in a stadium...


There are times, when I happen to be running late for an appointment, a meeting, a party, or even work, and I feel the craving to have one of those Back to the Future cars that could just hop in the air and go flying around wherever required!

Today was another one of those days! I had this craving from the very moment I pulled out of my street this morning. My head was pulsating with the irritating feeling that can neither be called pain nor numbness. May be it was my blocked sinus, or I possibly slept through the night with my head exposed to cold. May be I was just hungry. Hunger! This rang some bells, in my already buzzing head as well as my stomach! Now I knew!! it was that bucket full of Dunkins' cappuccino that I had had before going to bed at 2. So I started munching on pieces of the vegetable roll my mother had placed in the passenger seat as I hurriedly sat in the car.

I had yet not finished either the roll nor the silent appreciation of Mama's tasty cookery, when I drove right into a traffic jam, caused by uniformed policemen dragging the rusted and deshapped barriers in the middle of the road just before the District Courts compound! So much for my indulgence in the breakfast on the roll...

It was 8:50 am when the traffic was blocked, for an unknown reason. And it was 9:45am, when somebody from the office called me back to tell me why the routes had been blocked. The army man was taking off his uniform finally, at the Hockey Stadium on the Mall. So all the arrogant asses who had not stayed at home to watch the patriot's sacrifice on the national tv channel, were now running around in circles, trying to get to the places they would have reached hours ago, if our nation's great leader had deprived us the awareness of this event happening! It is a democracy after all! The public must know everything!

And there we were, the arrogant members of public, wasting fuel on the roads, running late for our commitments, enjoying awareness of the history being made!

It was 10:45am when the traffic finally thinned enough to allow me to shift the car in the third gear. It was a moment of relief!

But happy moments tend to be short lived! An exhausted and probably dying housefly spiralled in front of my eyes, and zoomed straight in one of my nostrils! Instinctively I shook my head as voilently as I could while keeping my hands on the steering wheel. The car swayed between the lanes, the surrounding cars honked curses at me. The housefly flew out of my nose and landed on top of the glove compartment. I pulled the car back in control, looked at the fly with my furious eyes, and slapped my left hand where it was replenishing its energies to make another flight and saw it spiral downwards, probably dead! But I was not satisfied yet. The democratic nation of my car had infuriated me!

So I looked at its filthy blood on my hand and muttered, "Maadar Ch**d..! Dalla!!! Kuttay ka bacha!"

I felt pretty relaxed when I reached the office 3 hours late than usual! My empire had been taken care of temporarily. Hopefully no more houseflies would bother me in my car...