Place: a house somewhere in the out skits of a small town....
It was half a dozen hours after sunset.Pottu was half asleep as he tried to eclipse himself with a relatively small blanket.It was a hard task keeping in mind the chilled breeze which craved for bare skin.Apparently, people sleeping on the terrace became the bull's eye for the bitter winter currents of mid-december.The comfortable mass of mattress whistled soothing lullabies to Pottu's strained mind.
The futon beside him was rather empty.A few feet away a boy stood in the dark, his outline illuminated by dim moonlight..His vibrant stance inferred that he was neither sleepy nor shivering.With both hands resting on his waist,he was looking at the sky above him.Without deviating from his gaze,he examined the sky from different perspectives by bending his head in different directions.Surprised by the limited freedom in the movement of his hinged head,he realized that the sky would look no different than it was now.And he traversed his head back to its normal position.
"Prashi, are u still awake? come on man! you have been watching the same sky everyday for about an year now.You have never missed this part of the day.I wonder.... " Pottu yawned.
"Do you like the day or the night?"interjected Prashi.
" no doubt he gives a damn about my queries" Pottu thought." Well, Why should I answer dumbo?"
" Its okay" Prashi laughed.
"I Wish I could vicariously live through you and discover your dumb reason to laugh at everything" Pottu muttered as he adjusted his blanket again."Good night" he said and heard himself whisper "get lost".
Prashi bid goodnight to Pottu and headed downstairs.The house was dead calm.He could hear his own footsteps as he walked down the foyer before stopping at the entrance door.After a few silent seconds,he stepped out and made his way to the dusty road ahead.On one side,Prashi could see the road gradually getting illuminated as it ran between other houses.On the other extreme, he saw the road vanish into a sea of darkness.The last ray of the street light stretched not too far from where he was standing.
He stood on the road facing his domicile,the last one in the chain of about 10 buildings that were spread sporadically in a boulevard that was partially enveloped with dense trees.He took out his ipod from his nike lowers,stuffed the earphones in place and quietly disappeared into the dark.
He was not sure where he was going.He just loved the dark and the feel of its wind.No detour,he just followed the contour the road-turned-path traced. "beera beera...." the song was on full swing with maximum volume....
The wind stopped blowing,the leaves dared not to rustle,he was the only moving object in the vicinity.He went on with his head bent down unaware of the dead silence that spread around.It was half past 12 and he had travelled quite far.The echo of footsteps which had been tapping the path for a while now started to decelerate as Prashi came to a halt.His head still down,he quickly glanced around through the corner of his eyes.The music was still playing.He slowly started to lift his head as he began to see what lay in front of him.The path that led him this long now commenced to channel itself through a thick array of trees.
"Where the hell am I?" he wondered.
"Like I care" he answered himself in a whisper and stepped into the arena of trees.....
TO BE CONTINUED....
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Tales of a lackadaisical boy-3
It was saturday, happiest day of the week for any engineering student.An eagerly awaited tomorrow without a ripple in peaceful lake of today.All of them loved both the concluding days of the week but their hearts were more with saturday than sunday.An extremely frustrated student like Aryan woke up at 6 AM when the alarm tone interrrupted his dream.
He was in the Himalayas..perhaps in the jagged mountains of Nepal sitting below an isolated tree,resting his back against the huge trunk.The land was completely covered in snow.Yet,a few feet from him, he saw two men seated across each other in chairs,chatting over coffee.He immediately recognized one of them as his father and kicked himself a dozen times before discovering that the other man was Shahrukh Khan. " eh?" he thought " whats he doing here anyway".
His dad motioned him to come over. "Aryan,I would like you to meet my cousin Mr Salman Khan" his dad gestured as Shahrukh gave a wide smile.
"Your cousin? Khan?But dad !he is Shahrukh, not Salman" Aryan muttered.His dad did'nt seem to bother..But Shahrukh turned to him and said "Do you use Emani Fair and Handsome? use it,you'll become like me".
"But I use Fair and lovely"Aryan thought.
Before he could react,his phone started ringing,he fumbled in his bag which suddenly appeared beside him outta nowhere.He picked it up and pushed the answer button but the phone wouldn't stop ringing.....
he pushed the button, it wouldn't stop ringing......
Aryan burst opened his eyes,threw his arm aside and swept across the table beside before finally switching off the damn phone."What a dream man!" he sighed.
He turned around to have a glimpse of his neighbouring cot.He was looking at what seemed to be a dead body.Karthik was very static when he slept.He barely lazed around unlike Aryan who sometimes even fell off his bed.Many believed in the fairy tale that Karthik could even decieve a doctor with his dead sleep.
Aryan smiled as he punched his fists in the air."Its a holiday man".He purposely set his alarm at 6 AM so that he could be blessed with the ultimate satisfaction.Get up early...realize that you had no need to...hug yourself and get back to sleep.Karthik ofcourse,unlike him got up only when he wanted to, he was always satisfied with himself.Aryan adjusted his pillow and disappeared inside the blanket deciding not to desert his bed for 3 more hours....
He was in the Himalayas..perhaps in the jagged mountains of Nepal sitting below an isolated tree,resting his back against the huge trunk.The land was completely covered in snow.Yet,a few feet from him, he saw two men seated across each other in chairs,chatting over coffee.He immediately recognized one of them as his father and kicked himself a dozen times before discovering that the other man was Shahrukh Khan. " eh?" he thought " whats he doing here anyway".
His dad motioned him to come over. "Aryan,I would like you to meet my cousin Mr Salman Khan" his dad gestured as Shahrukh gave a wide smile.
"Your cousin? Khan?But dad !he is Shahrukh, not Salman" Aryan muttered.His dad did'nt seem to bother..But Shahrukh turned to him and said "Do you use Emani Fair and Handsome? use it,you'll become like me".
"But I use Fair and lovely"Aryan thought.
Before he could react,his phone started ringing,he fumbled in his bag which suddenly appeared beside him outta nowhere.He picked it up and pushed the answer button but the phone wouldn't stop ringing.....
he pushed the button, it wouldn't stop ringing......
Aryan burst opened his eyes,threw his arm aside and swept across the table beside before finally switching off the damn phone."What a dream man!" he sighed.
He turned around to have a glimpse of his neighbouring cot.He was looking at what seemed to be a dead body.Karthik was very static when he slept.He barely lazed around unlike Aryan who sometimes even fell off his bed.Many believed in the fairy tale that Karthik could even decieve a doctor with his dead sleep.
Aryan smiled as he punched his fists in the air."Its a holiday man".He purposely set his alarm at 6 AM so that he could be blessed with the ultimate satisfaction.Get up early...realize that you had no need to...hug yourself and get back to sleep.Karthik ofcourse,unlike him got up only when he wanted to, he was always satisfied with himself.Aryan adjusted his pillow and disappeared inside the blanket deciding not to desert his bed for 3 more hours....
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