Wednesday, May 28, 2008

You rock my world

He stared at the fifteen emails lined up in his inbox. All unread. Yet, he knew what they would say.

The one from his cousin Sameer would read , ‘Yo Bro! Wassup? Happy Birthday Dude! Go grab some beer and some meat ;) Catch ya later!’ Even the language of the email hadn’t changed in years. That one mail, once a year though arrived quite unfailingly.

Shiv would write, ‘Hi! Howdy? Happy Birthday! Was trying to call but cudnt get thru. Have fun k?’ The fact that Shiv was famous for not spending on telephone calls was not just famous, it was legendary.

Mr. Adams, his immediate superior would write, ‘Prajwal, Happy Birthday. Wish you a year full of success with us. Hope you are not planning to leave early for the sake of a pseudo celebration.’ Ill humour which always made it really easy for him to throw up.

The prim and proper Jenny, who sat two tables across him, who evidently had a crush on him and who he tried to avoid in every possible way would have written, “Dear Mr. Prajwal, wishing you many happy returns of the day. Hope all your wishes are fulfilled. Regards, Jenny Stevenson.’

He logged out of his account without bothering to open those all predictable mails. Emails were so impersonal! He was a fine one to be saying that, considering he could not recollect a single moment in his life when he had taken the pen to the paper with the thought of writing to someone. He had a lot of friends, who were waiting for him to say the word ‘Party’ and then the night would be lost in the commotion of booze and noise. He didn’t feel like partying tonight. Tonight he felt lonely. Tonight he did not want to run away from the loneliness and drown his feelings in cheap jokes and raunchy laughter. Tonight he wanted to explore the why of his loneliness.

He stepped into his empty apartment. The message light on his answering machine was blinking. He frowned at the machine. Nobody every called him on the landline. In the age of mobile phones, who wanted to call on the landline and speak to the lifeless and unresponsive drones of the answering machines? It had to be some tele-marketing smart-ass. He might as well listen to it and erase it. Free even that space for some more emptiness to fill the void.

“Yeah Right! The answering machine! Anyway hope you hear this before twelve tonight mr. I-am-too-busy-to-pick-up-my-phone! Happy Birthday!”

It couldn’t be? Of course it was! She called up every year on his birthday. His sweet Sasha. He smiled at the answering machine. His first genuine smile of the year. He could feel the warmth of the afternoon sun, in the midst of a darkness approaching midnight, as he pictured two toddlers standing at the gate of his house. Sasha and he. Seven years old. Bright coloured water bottles dangled from their necks and small school bags hung from their shoulders. He did not remember what it was they spoke about. But he remembered standing there and talking and talking and talking some more.

She would always be his confidante and faithfully follow him with her sword of twig, as he waged a war with the other boys in the society. Knights and warriors.

Gosh! She had grown up to be on jaw-dropping beauty. He would very proudly flaunt her on his bike as he dropped her to college. Every evening out, she was his date.

He remembered that one time when he and his guy buddies had gotten drunk. He had a submission the next morning and he still had some mechanical drawings to complete. But he had a splitting headache, effects of the hangover! She had come, bunked her college and her beloved lecture of history and come to him. She had, of course, abused him as she put her brains to completing his submissions, but she had saved his day.

He had fallen in love with her. And he had fled.

She had tried writing to him. He had kept silent.

She tried calling him. He never returned her call.

But she still called.

He was still staring at the answering machine. He looked up. There right above the phone stood her farewell gift to him. A photograph of the two them, laughing after they had just, won a street race on his bike. She was sitting behind him, with her arms around his neck and he was looking like he owned the world. Splashed across the photo were the words ‘You rock my world!’

Maybe he should call her back this time. Life, he was told was full of surprises. Life, he knew was too short to spend feeling lonely most of the time.

26 comments:

Macadamia The Nut said...

Beautiful!! I mean it!!

Beauty and the BEast said...

@macadamia the nut!

Thanks girl!

Keshi said...

I get a very optimistic vibe from this post. ty!

Keshi.

Crimson Feet said...

double beautiful!!... makes me go "oh god!.. please make him call her RIGHT NOW!!"

loved it!!!!

chacha said...

So, why he doesn't call her then?

chacha said...

Somethings better be left unanswered.. haha

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ keshi!!

You do??!! Yay!!! That made my day :)

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ Crimson feet!

I just wish he had too!! I would have found something more to write :P

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ Chacha

There you just robbed of a new idea of a brand new post!! :o :D

marvin the paranoid android said...

loneliness... is it really as bad as we project it to be??? food for thought...

Gonecase said...

Very simple and very interesting! Thanks for dropping by, your answer awaits you :)

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ marvin

you would need to get there to find that out!! And I am not sure I am ready for that discovery yet again!

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ gonecase

Thank you! and the pleasure was all mine :)

Will definitely check up the answer

marvin the paranoid android said...

@ beauty...
been there, done that... and in my own twisted way, sometimes i kinda like it too...

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ marvin

interesting... though I can claim to know a bit about solitude, loneliness escapes me...

Why dont you write the about it? Nice idea heh?

d SINNER!!! said...

hmmm...

loneliness-kills those who await it, live it and love it...betrayer...

b/w i loved the description...

rantravereflect said...

whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!
loved it buddy... i mean ya simplicity is totally fresh n untangled! it's like the guy next door and his raw feeelings burning paper..

sooo did prajwal calll her????

Akshay said...

I love such write ups!! Though I know he won't call!!

Pranay said...

Wow...really loved it. I kinda like to be alone too....so connected easily with it.
And I really really wanna know what happened next...plz...

Thnk 4 ur comment..:)

Macadamia The Nut said...

Don't curse me.. but.. you've been tagged! :D

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ d sinner

Thanks!

Well.. loneliness does have its many perceptions! :)

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ rantravereflect

Thanks! That was a refreshing comment!!

I have been wondering myself... shoudl Prajwal have called her?

Beauty and the BEast said...

@Akshay

I love your confidence :P

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ Pranay

I wish I could tell you what happened next.. But I have a very restless imagination it keeps skipping...

But who knows? Sometime in the near future maybe the same story picks its threads again!

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ macadamia the nut!

:o

hmmm.. lets see what we can do about that one!! :p

Pollyannaish said...

did that Ass ever call back ??
he seemed so real.so alive...
thid blog..twitched something deep within... gosh babes !! sigh !!

I hope he did call back !! i so do hope so !!