Saturday, 8 November 2014

L.I.F.E

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L.I.F.E
The year is 2057 and mankind has developed deep space travel, a rather new technique made possible with the successful bending of space and time curvature. In the recent past water (in solidified ice form) was discovered on Mars, and there was an exponential increase in missions to Mars. India achieved history in 2014 after sending the MoM Mangaalyaan which still orbits the red planet. Back Earth, the space crunch had already started and new missions were sent to planets like Jupiter, Mars and its moons.
Mr. Chakravorty (read: me) was one of the crew members sent to Mars as part of extended experiments to be conducted on Martian soil as to whether it was capable of supporting life or if intelligent alien life exists for that matter. Yes, manned missions have already begun!
Mangaalyaantra (Mars machine) was a spaceship that was completely developed in India and was capable of carrying 5 members strong crew into the atmosphere of Mars-along with Mr.Chakravorty were Mr. Srinivasam, Mr. Singh, Ms. Patel and Ms. Das, the brightest brains in India on space travel, planetary soil, robotics, geology and other experts who would work extensively on the surface of Mars and unearth and test the so called ice found under the red and rocky terrain.
March 23rd, 2057: The probe landed, rather crash landed on the Martian landscape and it was I, Mr. Chakravorty who first broke out from my cryogenic induced sleep. Waking up the other crew members, I went to resume controls when I saw the surface of Mars. It was just like our planets except that it was…so devastatingly red, like all life just bled out and died and their remains nowhere to be found. Deadly UV rays of the sun could barbeque anything within seconds here
 Mr. Srinivasam (speaking aloud):- We crash landed! All systems are down, starting emergency backup power, and saying this, he started rotating the huge handle to generate the backup EMF- after a few seconds, the spacecraft bathed in the electronic lights and everything was back to normal.
Mars had deep river like trenches which when seen serves to tell that eons ago, water may have flowed through them like on Earth. Maybe billions of years ago, when the weather and climate were much favorable, life had flourished on Mars, maybe we are just derivatives of the life that had formed here. Thoughts like these were obviously clouding up my mind and maybe that is why I totally forgot to pick up the soil samples that I was instructed to do. A warning from Ms. Das startled me and her sweet and soothing voice put me back on my prime directive, collecting the solidified ice like substance as well as well as Martian dirt for sampling and testing.
Ms. Das (taking the container from my hand):- Let me run some tests, and check for traces of materials that are expected to be found here, her sweet voice trailed off at the last to some unknown place.
Mr. Srinivasam, Mr. Singh and Ms. Patel took my place to run for experiments in to the deeper trench like structures and that is where the problem first unveiled itself before us.
Ms. Patel:- Alpha 1 to control unit, we’re getting some interference from the west side, we better check it…
Mr. Singh:- The Sun is so much bright at this time, the lack of any atmosphere, ozone layer and magnetic field combined and coupled with such low atmospheric pressure (0.6% of Earth’s sea level pressure) life could never survive here. What is interesting is…
Mr. Singh’s words remained inside his shiny space suit for they were spell bounded by something moving in the distant horizon!!! Shocked and out of words, Mr. Srinivasam, the cool headed one, was the first to speak among them- “We’ve discovered something moving on the west boundary just at a little distance from the ravines, and Ms. Das, its huge, blackish and moving!…”


Life on Mars!
Anita Das almost instantaneously revolved the camera to the direction in which the Alpha team was pointing and what I saw on the screen made my knees weak and I sat down with a thud on the floor. Huge creatures, eight legged with massive tentacles and suckers were advancing in on our current position. While all of our cameras and satellites and transponders were sending information like crazy, mad scientists we were thinking of a rational explanation for all this! Life on Mars! “H.G Wells was right!” was the first thought that came to my mind! But I needed to think clearly and rationally, it was a defining moment for all of humanity and at the moment the people of Earth would depend on the five of us-knowing that we would help unearth (or un-Mars) the solution!
No time for sarcasm or jokes though! A primary analysis and scan of the creature revealed similarities with a micro-organism found on Earth! Barely 1.5 to 2 mm long, Tardigrades are eight legged creatures that are known to withstand extreme conditions and can survive even in outer space! Mars would be a nice and cozy home to them!!! Is this any divine intervention or just calculations gone awry?
The earlier Mars missions must have acted like pollination agents and brought them here where in the absence of competition and some amount of frozen water, they flourished and magnified manifold to attain the shape and size that we are seeing today! Whatever maybe the case, these gigantic Tardigrades are a force to be reckoned with and we must pack up and leave before they kill us, thus we had a chance escape because those huge Tardigrades were fast and due to their adaptation in the Martian environment they had attained great speed too!
As we were returning, I could not help but think of the sardonic situation here, that man on his own curiosity induced alien life on Mars and roared out laughing as the spaceship corrected itself into trajectory and we prepared for our final cryogenic sleep.
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14 lacks

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-Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra
42 lacks; the exact amount of the jewellery which went missing from the Dixit household; while Mr.Dixit was worried about his set back in the financial terms, Mrs. Dixit was too broken to console; she had lost her son. In between cries and being oblivious, all she could remember was Sameer’s face.
Mrs. Dixit: Where could my Sameer be? Please tell the police to do something, I cannot live without him…
Mr.Dixit: What do you think I’ve been doing for the past three and a half hours? After all he loved her wife and did everything on her terms…
Sameer was impregnated with sadness as he looked at his mother’s expensive gold jewellery; was the decision which he took the right one? Hardly… Behind him standing were Ramu and Shyamal, Sameer’s sole reason for his presence with them. They were carrying their previous day’s loot in a sack- the result of inadvertent planning. Sameer sat beside the tracks, his eyes glued to the boisterous landscape, and he reminisced about the event which occurred yesterday’s night.
Ramu: Be jovial boy! You have a fortune now; you can go wherever you want, do whatever you want to do! Be happy… After all it was your decision to come with us.
Shyamal: *Chere de oke, Chora ke decide korte de ki korbe abar nijer life niye* (Leave him alone, let the brat decide what to do with his life now)
The last words hit Sameer spasmodically as he again travelled back in time to the incident that led him sitting beside a railway track and not in his cozy and comfortable home. Sameer did not like being bossed about the things he wanted to do or even had the wish of doing, he was stubborn, inimitable, and always listened to himself and did not pay heed to anybody else. Sameer considered himself totally aloof from the world, cut off from everybody except his superheroes; superheroes here being the superhero toys he had savored over the years-They were his constant companion.
“What have you done now?” asked a furious Mr.Dixit enraged to the point where his ears were getting red by the seconds…Supposedly a call from the principle of Sameer’s school was the cause of his anger-Sameer’s mother too joined his husband in scolding him. That night Sameer cried hard and promised himself (and his superheroes), he would leave this hell and find a home for himself- he had immature ideas; but he was only thirteen.
Today he felt 14 lacks was so much worse than his mother’s lap, the warmth of the food she made, it all made him go back to their opulent house. 42 lacks was to be equally divided between the trio and each would get 14 lacks.
That night he heard someone making a sound like scratching a metallic surface-curious as he was he heard suppressed conversations…
Ramu (showing a key like structure to Shyamal): *Ei gadha ai ta die hobe Na kaaj, master key ta baar kor…” (You donkey, we need the master key, this would not serve the purpose).
Shyamal (Taking out something which Ramu referred as the master key): This safe is hard to break, looks like this safe is extremely safe!!!
Sameer: 6840, it is the safe’s code…
The two thieves staredat each other in wild amazement with gaping mouths, when Ramu (the sensible and the wiser of the two) tried the code out of sheer instinct-
Shyamal: Who are you and why are you being benign with us?
Sameer: Let’s say I had a bad day…
When the two thieves saw the open vault, madness overtook them and as if in a fit they poured everything into the sack which they had brought, at last when took every last jewellery and the money they turned around to bade farewell to little Sameer, but shockingly enough he was not there. Alarmed and knocking in fear they both decided to call it off and set out of the house.
Outside they found Sameer waiting for them ready to depart with his bag of superheroes and a loot-
Sameer: You have two options, either take me with you or I shout at the top of my voice and you both bear the consequences.
They did not have a choice…Sameer set out with the duo, it looked like Mr. and Mrs. Dixit had to pay a hefty price for adopting Sameer.  


Anticipation

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Anticipation
-Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra
“We have to do something extraordinary, something out of the box”, said Harsh to his boisterous wife Anjali. Anjali, ever cheerful and excited spoke with her hands stretched as if she had enough of her husband’s planning- she told Harsh not to worry as she already had a plan going on in her mind.
Anjali and Harsh were magicians and they were poor; they had to discover something which would help stabilize themselves in life; and they were already behind schedule. Harsh and Anjali performed at various places and stages, but they understood well that people wanted something new, as they were bored seeing the same clichéd tricks over and over again.
Anjali mechanically repeated every word after Harsh, “What is magic?” “It is making people believe something which is not true” “What is the truth?” “It is science, the pillars on which magic stands”…
Today was an important day for the newlywed couple as this day marked the beginning of the tryst between them-so Harsh desperately wanted to try something new today. Even Anjali’s cheerful, optimistic, bubbly and lively nature was not helping Harsh; he was always trapped into a never ending abyss of thoughts about their future, about their magic’s future.
Anjali’s role today was to immerse herself into a cuboidal box filled with water; her hands and legs tied- her task was to come out alive. The couple practiced this common trick more than a hundred times, but Anjali’s fate was not so good today, or so it seemed. As soon as she drowned into water, like a skilled worker she set into motion trying to untie the rope from her hands and legs.Suddenly amidst Harsh smiling towards the audience with his hands waving periodically, Anjali suddenly started beating the glass wall with all her might-something was wrong, very wrong.
It was evident she could not untie herself- the audience went to a shock, paralyzed with sheer fear. Harsh could think of nothing- his mind went blank as he anticipated the worst, he kept murmuring about the type of knot he tied on her , did he mistakenly tie the wrong knot? Was it even remotely possible? It was their sacrosanct, their secret…
“Nooooo…”- Harsh cried out beating the thick glass wall with his bare hands, at an instant the audiencepresent there gasped out in shock, some crying out seeing the situation at hand, some covering their eyes and mouth in anticipation about what was going to happen next. At that moment it seemed fate had brought Anjali to the confluence of life and death. Harsh desperately began his frantic search and from the backstage brought out a steel rod; his purpose was to strike the glass wall and he did.
Anjali’s limp body fell on the ground after Harsh broke the glass cuboid after a great upheaval, hurriedly Harsh took Anjali by her head and arms and gave her a full CPR, but in vain. Minutes went on and all the audience were stunned and dumbfounded when suddenly Anjali threw her arms upwards and shouted “7 minutes 49 seconds ladies and gentlemen!!! Thank you for watching our new trick!” and the audience roared out with applause and cheering. Even Harsh got the biggest shock of his life, there Anjali laying on Harsh’s lap spoke softly, almost whispering, “I told you I had a plan”-and closed her eyes.

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Choice

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Choice
-Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra
She placed the needle carefully on her tongue and bent over until her entire skinny body formed a near perfect arch; then just like someone who knows what she’s doing; she took two more needles and carefully placed them between her eyelashes. She stood up and kept her feet on an elevated stand decorated with long needles and started dancing to a Rajasthani folk dance in front of goggle eyed, jaw dropped guests.
Bhagyashree was born in the semi-arid deserts of Jaisalmer, Rajasthan- as a teenager she did odd jobs to sustain herself and her ever ailing mother. But recently she got a job at the tourist tents where she performed tricks by the campfire to entertain guests.
Even her name defied her fate; Bhagyashree meant the goddess of wealth- Lakshmi herself in her pure form, Bhagyashree sometimes merely laughed at her state and cried at the same time. Her mother used to say, “Roo maat betiya, sab thik ho jaawe” (“Do not shed tears darling, everything will be fine)…But in her mind she knew nothing was possible to elevate the status she held in her society, nothing would change for her, she will remain performing these dangerous life negating tricks forever. But tonight was different, for tonight she was approached by Pamela who was a tourist herself; in addition, she came as a boon for Bhagyashree.
“You’ll be in a far better state than now, your mother will live, come with me”, but Bhagyashree could not think of what to speak- she thought of all the possibilities, opportunities and money! But again man as well as woman detests change and Bhagyashree did not want to change her present situation and condition. “But look at you! Nothing worse can happen in your life!” asked Pam with a certain mix of anger and inquisition-as if nobody dared defied her before.
“No”, was all she could reply-she could not think of anything else than this, dancing to folklore has been her passion and everything in her life till this date meant this thing-be it risky as it was, but she was clearly against transition. For her the nascent had no meaning to her-Bhagyashree therefore knowingly kicked the opportunity away.
The next day as she set out for her daily destination she heard muffled cries- following the cries she was led to Annapurna’s mother, who was sobbing uncontrollably almost choking on her own tears. When she asked what the matter was, she was shocked and almost fainted. Pamela lured girls like her to Jaipur where they are coerced into the flesh business and now her acquaintance and co-worker Annapurna got involved. She suddenly sat on the ground with a loud thump and the focus of all the people giving condolences to Anna’s mother suddenly shifted their focus on her. “It could have been me”-was all Bhagyashree could muster under her breath.
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The penultimate show

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The penultimate show
-Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra
“Ronojoy stand up!!!” The words echoed in my ears, almost having a ringing effect. I made up my trademark pleads face but even before I made an attempt to speak, PS shouted out, “Get out, you dirty prick…” Shaking off my lethargy, I rose; this became a daily routine for me, “Asshole!” I muttered under my breath. The mellifluous tune which I was humming inside my head got distracted as I heard another scream.
“What! Master Ronojoy did you say anything?” he roared out, speaking in a typical archaic tone. ‘PS’ or Promothesh Sen (Police Station we called him, you can guess why!) because of the air of authority he carried around himself; almost like a bio-suit. He hated defiance, like any other teacher and I being one of such defiant boys always got his curses.
“Did you say something, Ronojoy? “He inquired, staring queerly at my eyes through his big, black, round spectacles. I felt he almost gorged up my soul; “I was going out, as you said” was all I could muster at that moment.
*After 40 minutes of agonizing pain in the Tiffin period*
 Shilajeet: Man, I saw, rather heard and saw Devjeet make a sound deliberately so may have PS’s wrath-like you’ve been getting recently. He’s wants to be in PS’s good books, I foresee.
Me: I was watching Sujata concentrate on Julius Ceaser, her locks of hair breaking her concentration; she slowly removes them locks behind her ear which I think is…
My sentence remained incomplete, as her love for me because no one could evoke such feelings when a quarrel was going in the class. Shilajeet was my best friend; we’re man in arms, brothers from different mothers. He had already instigated Devjeet to fight and by the time I ran and went beside him, he had already taken one on his face. I jumped on Dev hitting him with random shots, he didn’t miss any opportunity to return the favor and I got hit a few times too.
Someone grabbed me by my collar and my eyes met the same pair of eyes that gorged a part of my soul earlier- PS was the Coordinator in charge of the floor our class was in. Though getting cane lashes were no good after such an exhausting session, Dev got the exact same lashes as me made me less sad. Beaten, broken and after four more classes and three hours later, Shilajeet and I decided the day called for some refreshments and refreshments meant chilled beer and a few fags.
*At the bar*
Me: You took one for me, thanks man…
Shilajeet: We’re brothers from different mothers’ man, I’m sure you’d do the same for me…
Hard to tell, I would not have taken such an extreme step until absolutely necessary, anyway he took one for me and it was my duty to make him feel comfortable, and feeling comfy meant another bottle. We’re joined by Abhinav, Charan and Gokul. I had already taken ample time from home stating I had a mock test at my tuitions and convinced my ever worrying mother I would come home late tonight.
*The penultimate show*
It was 7:47 pm and we all had time till 9:30 give or take ten to fifteen minutes; and we had to pass the time. As we were discussing about everyone’s theory of how to murder time, Gokul suddenly screamed out, “How about a C-grade movie trip to Chitrakatha?”Chitrakatha was famous for its B and C-grade movies and only the best of the best were shown there- no one could deny such a movie after getting pumped up by beer. Anyone could expect to see a couple of juicy scenes in ‘Julia ki jawaani’ which would be more than what anybody could possibly demand-for a thirty five rupee per head ticket. The penultimate show was from 8:00 pm and we had about enough time to buy ourselves the tickets.
Our anticipation was shot high as we saw the posters leading to the hall. Tensed and full of fear, we managed to enter the hall keeping detailed account of our surroundings-there’s always risk involved, especially in places like this. D-1, D-2, D3, D-4 and D-5 were the seats allotted to us by the kind fare taker. The hall was dark and gloomy inside with traditional Vicco advertisements going on. As we five huddled into the little gaps the arrangement of chairs offered, I handed out the strip of tickets to the ticket to the ticket checker and he pointed out we were in the C row and our seats were in the D row. As he pointed out his torch for us to indicate D row better, the torchlight fell on Promothesh Sen! You should've seen his face-I guess this is what element of surprise means!

Bless Gokul, because from that day onwards, I was never punished!
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Happy Mother’s Day

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Happy Mother’s Day
-Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra

Jonaki was looking at the city lights through the rain spattering glass of the Taxi, wide eyed. She touched her hand on the glass- it felt cold, and started drawing a contour of a lady. The elderly lady beside her asked compassionately, “Who is she, Jonaki?”  “My mother”, was all she could fathom up to the kind lady. The taxi jerked, coming to an abrupt halt- the result of a torrential rainfall rendering almost zero visibility to the taxi driver. There was a massive jam ahead…
Tomorrow was Mother’s day and Jonaki was excited and worried at the same time; she was experiencing a plethora of mixed emotions from yesterday, yes she was overly excited about ‘Mother’s Day’ as Jonaki’s mom was in jail and she was not allowed to see her sans this day; for the judge was humble and a mother herself. ‘Mother’s day had a whole new meaning for Jonaki, it was not about giving presents and people posing with their mothers and uploading their pictures on the Social Networking sites. It was far from it, far intense…
The plausible reasons for arresting Shiuli, Jonaki’s mother were not few- she was a hardcore addict and worked in the local sewing company set up by the ‘Aangaanwadi’ from the government. Repeated absence, vamoosing much earlier than usual were normal for her, but all tolerance broke loose when Shiuli was caught stealing- the local people handed her over to the police station where she was sentenced to five years of imprisonment coupled with another five years at a rehabilitation center. Jonaki was now deracinated without her mother, barely three years old she stayed at her aunt’s- fate had been cruel to Jonaki, she had lost everything she had at such tender age.
From that day onwards, Jonaki’s every cell, tissue and muscle would wait for this day of the year when she gets to spend her time with her mother. This time it was all the more special as Shiuli was transferred from the jail to rehab and this would be Jonaki’s second visit to the dreadful place. All year long, she maintained a copy which had in it all the questions which Jonaki wanted to ask when she would meet her- and within the copy there were questions aimed at her mother like, “Did you quit drugs?” and some questions (which appeared more in frequency than anything else) “Promise me you’ll never leave me again?”…
“Honey, you’re soup is ready”, said the kind old lady. Jonaki’s aunt was not her original aunt off course, some distant kin who too got involved in a prostitution ring and was under police custody, on top of that, she herself was impoverished and penniless.  Jonaki soon got picked by a local NGO and within weeks a meeting was set up with the elderly lady who decided to adopt her until Shiuli arrived. “This is tasty! This is chicken naa?” questioned Jonaki with delight. “No this is mushroom!!” the lady retorted back-barely trying to hide the pseudo anger, “You’re excited about the meeting tomorrow, isn’t it?” the lady patted Jonaki’s back smiling.

The next morning
Jonaki made no attempt to hide her excitement as she knew well that all her efforts would be futile- as the taxi set into motion a heavy drizzle started. The whole journey, Jonaki was animated and full of joy-with each passing kilometer her heartbeat increased and by the time they reached the Rehabilitation Center’s gate, Jonaki was confident her legs would collapse and she would fall. Although her joy was somewhat dampened by the grim appearance of the institution building, she still managed to keep up the lead. Being a bright student, Jonaki had a photographic memory and was able to recognize the way without much effort from her brain.
“Mr.Gaurd, please quickly open the door so I can wish mommy…” an elated Jonaki shouted out to the guard. Patients there were no doubt kept in isolation. The guard who was good friends with Jonaki smiled, showing his guthka laden teeth.  The door opened and the two angels met- and how!!! So many hugs and kisses were exchanged; and tears of joy fell from four pairs of eyes. “You’ve grown up!” exclaimed Shiuli as she caressed her daughter-she had never been this happy.
‘Time and tide waits for none’- following the proverb, it was time for departing; a painful goodbye was exchanged in the form a tight hug. The wait had begun again from this moment and would again last a year. “Goodbye mother”, Jonaki whispered into her mother’s ears as she secretly slipped something into her mother’s hand; though she was shocked, she remained composed. The guard locked the door and Shiuli whispered as she felt the metallic cold in her skin and saw the key, “The best Mother’s day gift I would ever receive” and hid the key into the folds of her dress.
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Jaded Dreams

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Jaded Dreams
-Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra
Varun was pushing people and following the trail through the serpentine corridors of the Grand Bazaar, Istanbul- he was following the lady in brown. Varun had never been to Istanbul and the place was new for him, he had only been in the bazaar for a couple of minutes, admiring it when he was distracted by high pitched voices behind him; two shopkeepers were quarreling over some American customers when suddenly he saw her.
He had only one thought at the moment- to save his damsel in distress, the lady inn brown. But when Varun abruptly turned to dodge a pillar and a few people beside it; he lost balance and tumbled over near a spice shop.The shopkeeper was vaunting about best spices which were kept in his shop, he looked down and his eyes met Varun’s-
Shopkeeper: Take spices? Best spices in Istanbul…Evet?
Varun: I am sorry, I am searching for a particular lady in a brown outfit, did she by any chance crossed this way?
Shopkeeper: Evet, effendi- she went over there;
The shopkeeper pointed to the tall, majestic Topkapi palace which was not far away from the Bazaar. Varun took a taxi and told the driver to reach the Topkapi Palace as soon as possible, and while going Varun caught a glimpse of the Hagia Sophia, the Basilica cistern. He had always wanted to go to Istanbul- but time was running out and Varun Patel would have to save his lady from danger. ‘But why was she running away?’- Like always he could not comprehend why; Varun would never have thought that this action would eventuate into such catastrophic results.

#Excerpts from my diary#
“Varun was a dear friend of mine- well I’m telling was as he was a good friend, not now. My friend Varun Patel had the most amazing ability in the world; to go to places in his dreams. It started with the incident in the park- one day when we’re about twelve or thirteen we went to the park in our locality where we used to spend the lazy summer afternoons playing or sometimes doing nothing. That day Varun was acting kind of strange and I still remember he got himself in a fight with Shyamal, who also used to come play with us. Following the quarrel Varun went mad (we did not know what a fit looked like) and started digging the ground, making lacerations over quite an area of the park. It stopped when his mother rushed and took control of the scene. After the incident Varun openly stated his power to dream and go to places where we never imagined would go! How are these two incidents connected? Ask Varun, not me. Well I forgot to introduce myself in the process- I am a bad narrator, my name Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra (quite a mouthful huh?), my friends call me ‘Biswa’- quite cooler than the predecessor no? Coming back to the story...”

*College (Yes! We were in the same college, and you thought you were unlucky-)*

Varun: She jumped from the roof of Topkapi Palace!
Me: Who? Where? Why?
Varun: My damsel in distress! She jumped and died, but why?
Me: Well she chose a better option than being with you…
Varun: I am running out of places to dream! She was signaling me something-
Me: Jumping off the roof is a signal?
The last sentence was like an excipient to Varun as he leapt off the desk and ran…

#Excerpts from my diary#
“Firstly no one ever believed him and thought him to be a hardcore liar but for a lower middle class like Varun’s he could not go to the Fiji islands, or see the Big Ben, or Machu Pichu, or Washington D.C, Pennsylvania, Mexico, or even Taj Mahal- he had seen all and gave an exact description of everything. Internet could be an option but Varun neither owned a laptop nor a desktop and there were people who were constantly spying on him- he even went to cyber café in our locality for a countable number of times- but I believed him, for he was a good guy from heart and a psycho too, but he was good at heart.
 He preferred to call himself the ‘Hakawati’- the legendary storyteller from the Arabia who engrossed his listeners so much with his stories that many a people died listening to the continuous stream of stories which he spun instantly, people also went mad if he stopped for a second. “‘Hakawati’ is a spirit you see,” he used to tell me and it devoured all his listeners’ soul to satisfy his hunger; honestly I thought he made that up. I never liked him, and always treated him with contempt- maybe because he was different from the others or maybe people (including me) thought him mad, but he always stuck to me like a leech sucking my patience away.
Whenever I saw Varun Patel surrounded by animated, excited and jaw dropped listeners all around, a wave of goodness rushed inside of me and I knew Varun not only possessed a good heart but better story telling capability as well.But Varun was running out of places to visit”
*College*
Varun: I am running out of places to visit!!!
Me: You can try interstellar sometimes!
Varun (with a matter of factly voice): I’m going to die there, you idiot!
Me: You are dreaming, man!
Varun (Sighing): If I die in my dreams, I die…
I wished at that moment a tsunami would wash me away, for Varun had mentioned this couple of days earlier- I forgot as usual. Varun thought we shared a platonic relationship- which we didn’t obviously.

*Five years later*

Varun died unexpectedly- and I had moved on since then. I’m married now and do a shitty job at a software company. There is no adventure at all in life, not even a single molecule of it.  Though I have held on to my diary writing, I seldom get anything to write upon- repeating the same thing day after day.
#Excerpts from my diary#
3:32 am
“I noticed a strange thing today, today was our first movie anniversary (Oh, you don’t know my wife!) And she was dressed ditto like Varun’s lady in brown! I would have not paid heed to the matter- but something happened tonight when I slept. As a child I was afraid of heights but always wanted to go to the top of Eifel tower and take a glance at the city of love. I saw a dream tonight, and my childhood dream was fulfilled and what was an added surprise- Varun Patel himself. He was there where he loved to be the most, in his dreams and beside me.”
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