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 100^th 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 100^th 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!!!