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Friday, July 6, 2012

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Dark clouds were hovering over the stage. The stage was big and the scene was even bigger, but where was the scene set?? Was it troposphere?? Was it mesosphere?? Never mind them!! Ananya was standing on a floating pink colored cloud. Karthick laid his ground on the red colored cloud opposite her. Both were put in separate cages and they were clutching the iron rods with their heads resting on the same. The place was damn silent, except for the movement of clouds which was creating a hustling sound. It was extremely chill and she very well knew Karthick was allergic to cold weather,but before she could react on it, the Jury banged the wooden desk with a thick wooden log. It was like hearing a thunder in close quarters. Ananya and Karthick were stumbled with the high decibel energy that dissipated from the surrounding area but what made them stumble even more was the judgment. Thus spoke the Jury ..."According to the Hindu Marriage Act of 1955, this court grants divorce to Ananya and Karthick on mutual concern and Ananya no longer needs to entertain Karthick with a bed coffee "!!

Ananya woke up from her bed as the alarm sound peeped into her ears. One would definitely call it as bad luck if sleep is not supported on a chill Sunday morning. Ananya brushed her eyes, relaxed her arms and in an ultra slow motion and very reluctantly, she put away the bed sheets. She crawled to the kids’ bedroom and opened the door while ensuring that she didn’t make any noise. Prakriti and Shyam were sound asleep. Shyam was 7 years old and Prakriti was two years younger to him. She left them undisturbed and started walking towards the balcony. Infocity  is at its best in November month. A soothing atmosphere blessed with periodic breezes, Ananya was feeling refreshed in the balcony. It was at that time, she got reminded of her dream. It was like a vision through ghee paper. She knew there was something wrong about the dream and put her fullest ability to recollect it. After a series of attempts, when she got it, there was no smile, rather despair.

She sat on the chair that was orphaned in the corner of the balcony, leaned on the wall and placed her head on the protective railings. She was sad and a feeling of solitude grew over her and started to haunt her good memories. She needed some change and walked inside the hall to switch on the television.

"Pehla Nasha" was running high in Star Plus. What more can sensitize Ananya than this song?? She was doting over the beautiful moments when this song made an everlasting impact on her. She remembered Karthick. The clock started rotating in the reverse direction and the calendars turned its pages and stopped on May 4, 2002. It was the final year for both Ananya and Karthick and it was the last day of their college life. They were into Computer Sciences Engineering. The beautiful incident happened at the fun frolic farewell party. 4 '0' clock evening, the Sun was about to retire for that day. The colorful lights took over the responsibility to illuminate the college corridors. Attractive placards were placed all over the campus. There was a huge gathering on the ground. The stage was decorated with high beam lights and music system was rocking the grounds. A number of couples were sitting together, hand in hand and eyes in eyes. A few were also seen kissing each other. The place was bubbling with energy. The other singletons clustered and formed many a small circles. There was a smile in everyone's face, bullying, chit-chatting and patting each other’s shoulders.It was yang and more yang. A light music concert was scheduled for the day and it was also rumored that Sonu Nigam was going to perform. Ananya and Karthick were one among the many clusters. They were five in number. Syed, Pintu and Sona were the remaining three.

 Ananya and Karthick were attracted towards each other but they never expressed their interests. They liked each others company.It was like the soothing aroma that emanates from the surface of earth before the rain. Neither of them nor the rest of the three spoke about this explicitly. When it was close to six, the dark sky covered the ground and enhanced the high beam lights. The guests for the night were right on time. More fuel was injected to already flaming atmosphere. The party was slowly catching up. Sona, Syed and Pintu fixed their eyes on the elevated and decorated stage. All eyes glued on Sonu Nigam. Karthick was standing next to Ananya and both were facing the stage. He inched towards her and there was no empty space between them. She was wearing a blue churidhar.Was she usually this beautiful or it so appeared to him only on that day?? This was the question that was lingering on his mind. He saw her and she turned, raised her head a bit and saw his face. They were literally eating into each other’s eyes. Like adding roses to the decorated garland, the music system played a mild music. They never minded the crowd and it felt for them as if they were in a secluded green garden. His left hand was caressing her right hand and he rightfully placed his fingers between hers and clutched her hand softly. He was feeling as though induced by a super power and he'd became a mutant. He gripped her hand, went down on his knees and stretched his hands towards her and whispered to her, "I love you with my heart and soul!!" "Pehla Nasha" was running high and Sonu Nigam was at his best. Ananya was awestruck. Tears of joy rolled from her eyes and she too went on her knees, leveled her height with Karthick and hugged him!! They never minded the surrounding !!.He threw his arms around her, clutched her sleek hip and brought her closer to him. She closed her eyes and parted her lips.Karthick drew himself much more closer to Ananya's lips. He made her lips complete.

She cut herself out from those distant memories and raced back to that awful Sunday Morning.

What was troubling Ananya now? What was the dream all about? Was she really developing hatred towards Karthick? A chapter of questions were troubling Ananya and her thought process stopped when she saw Prakriti and Shyam strolling towards her. She was sitting on the wooden chair and she grabbed both of them and kissed Prakriti. She glanced at the clock and it was already quarter to eight. She rushed to the kitchen and started with the chores.

It was half past two. Lunch was over and Ananya put the kids to sleep. She could neither watch TV, read nor sleep. All she was did was to stare at the monotonous rotating fan.

Ananya heard someone knocking the door. She peeped into the mirror and looked at herself,to see if she was ok. She kempt up her hair and walked towards the door to see her good old friend Sona standing on the threshold. Sona was full of energy and was dressed in a loose red skirt and white tank top. Sona hugged Ananya and both sat on the sofa. In less than 3 minutes Sona learnt that Ananya was not  all ok. Ananya asked some namesake questions about Sona's life and about her husband. Sona wouldn't give up and jumped into a series to questions.

"What’s wrong with you Ananya? You are not participating in our gang's group mail conversations also. Is it anyway related to Karthick?" Sona questioned.

"Yes" was the one word reply and Ananya was looking at the carpet.

"Where is he now??"

"Australia, went for a business meeting.He will be back only after 4 days"

"Did you fight with him?”

"No!!"

"Did he fight with you"?

"No!!"

"Is he not taking care of the children"?

"He loves them a lot"!!

"Then what’s the point?? Not taking care of you??”

"No!! He cares for me!!"

"Not taking you to places??”

"We do go out!!”

"Is he seeing someone else??"

"None"

Sona was laughing aloud and started to speak...."Is he having blood cancer or some sort of deadly disease???!!"(Sona was being very cinematic as she could think of no other option !!)

Ananya ignored this question and so Sona took it to mean as a no.

"Aarushi's murder case was less complicated than yours !! You are a mad lady Ananya!! What’s wrong with you when everything is okay with Karthick? I know he is a gem of a guy and you're lucky to have him as  life partner. I thought you were made for each other. You are a pessimist. You are a cynic!!" finished Sona and took deep breaths!!

Ananya didn’t respond and kept staring at the red carpet.

Sona lost her temper and started vigorously shaking Ananya's shoulders, but in vain.

There was silence all over the house and the sound of the television occasionally broke the silence.

Sona knew, Ananya was broken.All she was trying was to do was to elicit some reasons for Ananya's strange behavior.

After a couple of minutes, Ananya finally gathered some energy to speak.
She stopped whining and started speaking.

"Even an active volcano under the sea, seems to be calm at the surface of the water but that does not mean everything is okay.If you don't even realize the problem,  then the situation is even more worse and it becomes an incurable disease which might ultimately plague the relationship. Our relationship is like a volcano, you see the surface ,but I feel the heat down under. Karthick is a gem of guy, but he is not the same person I loved. He is good to me but that is not all that I am sufficed with. I want him to spend time with me and I want him to speak with me by looking into my eyes, I want him to shake shoulders with me, I want him to text me back with more love than I do. I want him to make me feel special each and every day. I might be silly but I don't care about that. What I want is nascent love and extreme pampering "

"Ananya, don't call this a reason for strange behavior. A person cannot be same at all the time. You have to enjoy the light but that does not mean you mourn over the dark. He might be busy or occupied with other important matters but that does not mean he is ignoring you or not giving you importance."

"I want the same Karthick back who was head over heels in love with me. Don't try to convince me." retorted Ananya.

Sona was left with no words. She still did not understand what it was all about and it was the like the hardest sudoku ouzzle she had ever encountered. The biggest mistake that Sona did was meeting Ananya.!!!!

Sona spent rest of the day with Prakriti and Shyam. She thought it was a bad idea to leave Ananya in such a pathetic condition. She texted her husband that she would stay back at Ananya's place.
Sona fed the kids and told a couple of Harry Potter stories and made them sleep.
Ananya thanked Sona for dropping by and for her companionship without which she would have felt very bad.

It was ten o' clock and Ananya slept on the couch. Sona left her undisturbed and slept along with the kids.

When the clock stuck 12 o' clock, Ananya was alarmed when she heard multiple sounds.She heard the calling bell ringing  and also heard "Pehla Nasha". She searched for the source, but in vain. She sensed something sweet was going to happen and ran to the door. It was a sweet surprise for her. It was Karthick !! "Pehla Nasha " was running high and Karthick was at the doorstep. Karthick went on his knees and wished "Happy Birthday my love". She threw herself at him and hugged him tight. He kissed her on her head.

"I thought you forgot me" whispered Ananya while burying her face inside Karthick's overcoat.
Karthick ruffled her hair and said "you can take the life outta love but you can hardly the love outta life.
 It would neither fade nor diminish, you will always be my princess!!"

There were many more surprises in for Ananya. Syed and Pinto also joined the party. Sona kicked Ananya and wished her happy birthday. The gloomy atmosphere faded in a flash of a second and it was a hell of a party for Ananya. 

Half an hour later, they stepped inside the house. They made enough noise to wake up the kids too. Prakriti and Shyam wokeup to see their dad and jumped onto his shoulders .

Ananya asked Karthick , " how did you pull off such a party ?"

"It was all part of the plan. I rang up Syed and Pinto".

"And Sona??" puzzled Ananya.

Karthick smiled and she understood !!

"I love you like never before" whispered Ananya.

Curtain falls.!!










Sunday, May 6, 2012

The story of a Glock !!


The story of a Glock !!

                               
                                         
Dec 27 2011
Norristown,
Pennsylvania

The hyperactive chill breeze was gently caressing the thick clouds above Norristown. The extreme weather conditions forged the water vapours to precipitate and resulted in splendid snowflakes. The symmetrical snowflakes wavered, did a freestyle ramp walk and gracefully hit the ground. The entire town was painted white.

Evening 7.00 PM

I was shivering inside and was staring at the milk packet. After a life threatening event, its obvious for anyone to be in meta state. I tried to relax myself  by drinking a bottle full of water. I switched on the TV and tuned in the News Channel.
WTF !! was the initial feeling when I listened to the news. I pricked myself to check if it was a dream. Everything was right in place but I sensed something was wrong !!. Shock waves spread all over my body and made it numb.It was like entire world spinning on my head.


What happened 1 hour back ...!!!!


Evening 6.00 PM


After an another  tiresome day at office, I strolled and managed to reach  home. I picked the Times Herald, daily newspaper which was orphaned outside  my house.The ringing mobile phone captured my attention and it was my maker who was calling me. Its always an elating feeling  to hear Mom's voice. She asked me whether I can make home for this Pongal. I disappointed her and disappointed myself with a negative answer. I had a brief conversation with her and before I disconnected the line , I finished with saying "I really really want to see you Mom!!".


With a sudden flash of thought, increased my speed ,entered the room , booted  my laptop and connected to the World Wide Web and started to watch the highlights of India Vs Australia, The Boxing day Test.
 If not for cricket and interesting television series, I would have got bored to death  in this foreign land. Peter Siddle , was the cricketer whom I was abusing like how ,back in India an angry auto rickshaw driver would abuse when you accidentally hit his vehicle. The reason -Very Simple, he claimed God's wicket. No wonder one gets a heart attack for the same and I was fortunate enough to be troubled with just a head ache.
Then it became quintessential for me to have a cup of coffee to abate the pain in my head.I stood  up from my bed with minimal motions and  went into my kitchen and opened the fridge to see DAMN !!!!!!! No milk !!

I exclaimed,  "All I need is a cup of coffee" !!. I glanced at my watch to see the time. It showed quarter past six. It would hardly take 15 minutes to buy milk from the nearest WallMart and the second day of the test match was scheduled to start at 6.30.  I had enough time to buy milk.

I picked my hoods then my IPod,without which half of the US population would have gone mad.
Shruti Hassan was crooning in my ears as I started to walk towards Walmart.

Walmart
Pennsylvania

One would definitely call it a brave attempt to step outside during freezing December and I managed to reach in 7 minutes. Wallmart is just an advanced version of BigBazaar.It welcomes you 24/7, but I prefer to go in the evening.

I hardly interact with anyone in Walmart except two people..One my favourite Lisa, A 65 yr old Granny who always welcomes me inside with a warm and gentle smile..

"Hey Nakul !!, How was ur Christmas? Had a gud time huh..???" she asked me with beaming eyes.
"Yeah..it was great.. one of my best  experiences."

To be frank.. I didn't  do anything in this long weekend.. I rejected Vegas trip for Boxing day test match..slept for the whole day..my conscience warned me to stop lying more.

"ok Lisa..see you while returning" I told Lisa.

My eyes searched for the second person.That’s Rasheeda from Islamabad.. cute counter girl..she was busy doing the billing stuff.I never interacted much with her.. I usually say “Hi” and  she gives me a  plastic smile and  while giving away the bill ,finishes with saying “Have a nice time”. I always had a nice time seeing her say that. I got so used to it to the extent that,  the pattern of her lips would moving when she says "Have a nice time" got registered in my brain and one of my hobby is to keep replaying the pattern.

She was short, fair, lean..wearing blue tops and black jean on that day.Probably dark blue
jean I guess. I always hated India-Pakistan partition for two things- One is for the reason that Indian batsmen had to face speedsters like Wasim,Imran,Waqar and Shoaib.The other one being Pakistani gilrs !! My God !! they have a considerably good proportion of beautiful gilrs in the blue planet and Rasheeda was no exception.With Rasheeda on my eyes and Shruti on my ears I started to shop.
Wall mart is a place where we can see most  non Americans..mostly Indians and Mexicans.
Filled my shopping basket with two milk packets and proceeded to buy cauliflower.I was following a middle aged Indian, who was moving with a trolley full of items and also with a cute small girl running around him.She was lovely..she looked at me..I smiled at her and waved my hand sayin “Hi”..

She gave me a gaze and went near her dad without a response.

He was a middle aged man with a brown complexion and with a thick moustache.He was conversing in tamil and I overheard.He was speaking with his wife..found that with the tone he spoke in.
He was pickin up a rotten  cauliflower.. I volunteered myself and said..”Athu nalla illa sir, vera edunga”(Don pick tat sir, pick other one).

He turned back and asked his wife over the  mobile to hold for a minute..waved a smile at me.. and asked “Are you from Tamil Nadu..?”..”Yes. I am Nakul from Trichy”..

He said “Sanker from Kumbakonam”..I thought he  will speak in Tamil..But my conversation fully went in English..I asked his daughter's name..He said”Shruti”.

“Shruti…..!” This name was crossing my day for the second time.. I smiled within..;).
I saw her.. she was running towards the bread section.. think she she was searchin for a muffin.. ..her  Dad was calling her, but she was dodging past us as kids usually do.

I called her name” Hey Shruti..". She turned her face towards me and stayed still..!

I told her dad..”she s very pretty”...”Yeah like her Mother..”  he replied with a gentle smile.

The very next moment his smile faded away and he was watching  someone and his eyes were fixed.I sensed something is wrong and before I could react Shankar fainted and fell to the ground. He was bleeding, his skull was badly injured, he was gasping  for his last breath.


In next   few minutes.. I heard gun shots “ 5 to 6 times..”..I was hiding behind the vegetable stack.Shanker was lying still on the floor with a gun shot on his neck.Everything happened in a fermi second.

I kept myself away from the sight of the killer. A white man,wearing a black leather Jacket..6 feet tall…French beard,well built and kept shouting.. “Its time for all immigrants to leave American soil”.. then he shot an Mexican who was standing near the counter.
Rasheeda..!!! What happened to her ?? 
My heart was pounding inside and my eyes were searching for the billing section and it was desolated .
I sighed but it hardly lasted for a few seconds when I saw Rasheeda had fallen on the ground. Gun shot in the head and death was instant and vendetta all over the place.Fuck !!! Fuck !!! Panic !! Clamour !! Grief !! A bullshit mad killer, on a  killing spree. It was a heart in the mouth situation for everyone who were alive !!


"Should i save anyone or should I save myself first !! "


Its also one such situation where one would easily be inspired of all the superhero movies in the likes of Spiderman,Batman,Ironman and Captain's  Vaanchinathan.With great responsibility comes great power. With all such filmy thoughts , I rose from the vegetable stack to face the killer.His hand held pistol switched off my filmy thoughts and once again I went behind the vegetable stack.

 He was screaming like hell..”Immigrants get out of America”.

My heart kept questioning me” Nakul are you an Immigrant?”..I replied..”no no.. I am here on L1b visa..he wont kill me”

That was really not funny !!.My Brain responded ”Idiot you are  an immigrant.. he is searching for you only..better stay away from him.. else join Shankar”…

I hate my brain sometimes..it will not give me a solution but everytime it speaks it will project problems..:(

Heard a gun shot again.. one more body fell on the floor..”Shit Shit..Nakul U gonna die today..! was my inner voice.

Why the fuck I came to Wall mart today..
All needed was  a coffee..
It all started because  of Siddle.. if he had not taken Sachin's wicket..this wouldn have happened.
I knew , I became more cranky .!! ##

Shruti !! Where is she ?? .
She was standing  near the bread section and she was crying loudly.. probably searching for her dad was my immediate conclusion.


It was at that time, that the confounding conversation ran through my mind.


My conscience said..”Nakul save her..Don't let tat cute girl die..!

My grey cells replied..”Nakul don’t do anything stupid..That psycho will not kill the small girl..but he will kill you if you move an inch..Don’t do it Nakul ..!

Conscience:”Nakul don’t be selfish..save her..if u die in this mission..Whole world will praise you..times of India will put an article on your name sayin  Nakul lost his life saving a girl..You will be a hero in a day..”..

Grey cells retorted..”But  Nakul  u wont be there to read tat article..!”

I replied “I don care..”

I stood up fast..ran towards shruti…picked her up in both of my arms..when I was about to run..i heard..

“Easy easy young lad…don move an inch if you want to live in this world..” It was the Psycho Killer.

I disobeyed him and  started running towards the vegetable stack. Once again heard a gun shot and a bullet passed my nose..damn I felt it..I stopped running..and looked at him..he was lookin more scary than before.

He asked me”U Desi…?..


Is he gonna ever beleive if I say I am a Native American??. I can neither say the truth nor lie. I stood still.
He was happy about finding the next victim…Shruti was huggin me tight..I felt her heartbeat.. it was so fast…I was hiding her face from looking her dad..infact from  at anything..There was blood everywhere.

I sensed my end was  near and the killer shouted at me in a tighter tone "So what is your last wish??!!"

”I wish I could see Sachin's 100th ton..then.. need to see”Why this kolaveri video song..?..Oh god.. I forgot to email Vincent weng about d SQL script implementation…" was my inner voice !!.

I am gonna die in the hands of freakin psycho..!!

“Hey Desi..is she ur daughter…You want to live wid her.. or you want to join me..” Psycho said..

I replied nothing.I was standing still.. even shruti was lying idle on my shoulders.

"I will give you a chance to live..but you have to promise that you will leave America soon"..Psycho said.

I was not able to speak..felt a lump in my throat but my Brain was helping me to nod my head.

He took it as a positive response..and in the  next second he shot himself in the head.He died on the spot.

He proved himself to be a real Psycho. Why was this catostrophe ? Why did he kill himself ? All such questions were running through my mind.

I started walikin towards the exit of Wall mart..Lisa was comin towards me..she hugged me..took me to a steel bench..made me to sit there.I saw her lips were  moving..she was sayin something..but I didn't  hear anything..my mind was totally blank..Shruti took her head away from my shoulder..I felt her tears on my shoulder..Lisa took her away from me.

I started walking towards the billing counter.Three bodies were lying on the floor..two strong Mexican lad and my favourite Pakistani Rasheeda .Her name badge was completely drenched in blood..I didnt move..I was seeing  her face for almost five minutes.

It all happened in 10 mins.. the longest 10 mins of  my life…He made me sit on the floor..I saw the ambulance parked in front of me..then some crowd..looking at me weirdly.

Then a lady cop took me in to the Police car..I saw the stretchers were carrying the injured and some carrying dead people. It was a horrible sight to see.Shankar was  still holding his phone in his hand and they put him in an ambulance and Shruti was also inside the ambulance .I was looking at the ambulance till it disappeared from my sight.With a heavy heart , I started walking towards my home.

It was 7 PM when I reached home.

I was shivering inside and was staring at the milk packet. After a life threatening event, its obvious for anyone to be in meta state. I tried to relax myself  by drinking a bottle full of water. I switched on the TV and tuned in the News Channel.
WTF !! was the initial feeling when I listened to the news. I pricked myself to check if it was a dream. Everything was right in place but I sensed something is wrong !!. Shock waves spread all over my body and made it numb.It was like entire world was spinning on my head.


The News Channel was showing the headlines  "A Psycho on a killing spree at WallMart. 7 died and 3 injured". It was not the news that shocked , it was showing of my DEAD BODY on it. A couple of cops were carrying my dead body. The Psycho was also dead and so was Lisa.
-This was the news that was running on the channel.

 "A software graduate named  Nakul , lost his life when he was trying to save a kid's life. The Psycho shot him at the head and later shot himself and both died on the spot."

I saw the phone was ringing and it was my maker who was calling me. I answered the phone, but she didn't hear my voice. I heard her was voice. It was beautiful. 

”I wish I could see Sachin 100th ton..then.. need to see”Why this kolaveri video song..?..Oh god.. I forgot 2 email Vincent weng about d SQL script implementation…I COULDN'T SPEAK TO MY MOM" was my inner voice !!.

Now I am in the likes of Spiderman,Batman and Iron Man  or maybe a tad better than them!!!