Random Memoirs #2

Those blood-shot eyes screamed heart-break all over, yet again.

He took a glance at his wrist and grinned wickedly, almost like a kid.

The swiss knife did a pretty nice and neat job, he thought.

The pain had begun to slacken, as he slowly went off his senses and moved towards dreamscape.

Even though, his reddened eyes screamed vengeance, he could do nothing about it.

The doctors tried, and the nurses chanted silent prayers.

That's it, he said. and then he arised. He tore the ventilator pipes off his system.

When he reached the door of the cabin, he felt like turning back. And so he did.

They were busy zipping him up and the mortuary guys were pulling the strecher in.

He smiled at his flesh. He had never felt this way. this better.

Broken. Part #3/3

This post is the second part of a Three-piece story. For those who wish to read it, Its highly recommended you through the first part of the story. Click here and the second part, click here. And the ones who have already done it, Please proceed. For your kind consideration - 


7 Hours later, a Park near Brigade road, Bangalore /6:28PM :


He tried hard to beat sleep. Maybe this time he succeeded. Three sleeping pills at a shot ain't any joke. Kurt Cobain had succumbed to an overdose of four pills. Marilyn Monroe, just two.
He sat on the park bench, chronicling the events of the day. Of how he managed to fly down from BBSR to BLURU, passed two security checks, changed two buses here with his backpack still on his shoulders, all when he was half asleep through the time.
Nidhi always used to talk about this place. She lived nearby and used to frequent here whenever she was in town. It was even more beautiful than what Nidhi used to talk about. Reminded him of Notting Hill, Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts on a park bench.
Yes, this place has beautiful parks and beautiful girls too. Beautiful enough to kill you, nearly kill you.


"Hay-lou!!", a dusky feminine voice said as Suresh sat with his eyes half closed, lost in thoughts of the one who was standing in front of him and had just said him 'Hi'.
He found it hard to stand up.
"Sit down. was jus' thinking of you. Sau Saal jeeyegi tu."
She said nothing but smiled. Their eyes met for a moment until she glanced away out of utter shyness the next moment.


S: "Guess what? i just nearly killed myself to get to you. Hope it does something good."
N: " Why you sayin' that to me? I'm least bothered."


And they kissed passionately.
And when the next moment they hugged, something scarlet dripped down from Suresh's nostrils and stained Nidhi's Ashen white jacket near her right shoulder.
Blood.


"Everything got into place, just in time", he thought.


AFTER FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE FOR 34 HOURS IN A BANGALORE HOSPITAL, THE DOCTORS ANNOUNCED SURESH DEAD.
ACCORDING TO THE AUTOPSY REPORTS, THE REASON OF HIS DEATH WAS STATED TO BE "OVERDOSE OF DRUGS LEADING TO A CONSEQUENT CARDIAC ARREST DUE TO A LOW BLOOD PRESSURE."

Broken. Part #2/3

This post is the second part of a Three-piece story. For those who wish to read it, Its highly recommended you through the first part of the story. Click here. And the ones who have already done it, Please proceed. For your kind consideration - 




"Everything's gonna be in place. Just in time." He still thought.


Separation.


TWO MONTHS LATER...


"Life's all Screwed Up."
              This was the 34th time he was tweeting the same message since he came home after his college had finished. He switched to the next tab of his browser which had a Wikipedia article on 'CLOZE'.


'CLOZE' was an anti-depressant.Technically speaking it is a grade II tranquilizer which in Clinical terms is known as 'Sleeping Pills'.
Suresh's father was one of the most respected persons in the city's business scene. His interests lied in Real estate, scrap iron trade. But his biggest business was the distribution of pharmaceutical drugs and medicines. He was a giant in this particular domain and almost all pharmacists and Doctors of the city, directly or indirectly dealt with him. 
No wonder, why Suresh had to check the dosages on the internet instead of seeing a doc and fetching the pills through an acquaintance instead of buying it himself, Over the counter.
He reached for his drawer, took out a tablet from the strip of six, swallowed it in a moment and gulped down water in another. It tasted sweet. "So does Poison..", he thought.
A heavy stupor drove him to a state of sub-consciousness. The tab was kicking in and so did all those sweet bitter memories.
He re-counted their first meeting. Around three years ago.

 EXAM HALL- 31 / INTERNALS START IN 5 MINUTES -> The first encounter

  Suresh and Nidhi happen to be seat-mates.

S: " Guess what? Had 7 cups of coffee last night, and a peg o' Vodka this morning. The perfect solution to the perfect combo of Nocturnal studies and early morning exam blues."

N: " Why you saying that to me? I'm least bothered. don't you see?"

S: "Ummm..I thought, You might just be interested."

N: "stop dreaming, Drunko! And yes, Coffee/Vodka won't do any good to your paper. Cramming some formulae at this eleventh hour might just help..H= I²RT, H_rms=0.637I²R…...."

'Beep beep..Ghrrr..Beep beep', his phone buzzed to some stupid tele-marketing text, frustrating enough to wake him up from sleep.
He checked the time.
Fuck! It was 2AM and he had been asleep for nearly 13 hours.
He Pee-ed and then came back to the drawer. this time, he wanted more, a double dose maybe. Yes, he hated being awake, being in sense. He tried his best but couldn't accept things as they were.In short, he detested reality and gulped down two, sorry three pills at a time.
He was killing himself and he very well knew that, but wish he could help it.
This time, in his state of trance he did something he hadn't done before. He wanted to peek into it once before he could incinerate it, or himself.
He reached for the drawer and took out the cream colored card-board envelope which read,

||  शुभ विवाह ||

This card was something different, he marked. A killer in disguise. He opened the envelope and slowl, gently pulled out the card, he gazed into it for five minutes and said to himself, "this ain't reality. 'am on a high and am stoned. nd this isn't happening..."

He slept off..... 
He woke up all of a sudden.Despite the pills, he couldn't get a proper sleep. This time however, he woke up in his senses.The first thing he did was to reach for the invite.
This card was something different, like he had marked. Yes, the names of the groom and the bride were missing on the envelope.


He opened the card and read:

OM SHRI........Our Daughter

Nidhi

Weds

_________________

...........................

.........RSVP.........

  ...................

There were two more paper sheets in the envelope he had skipped and now wanted to see.

The first one read ->

"FILL IN THE BLANKS DUFFR.

DIY."

"MUAAH! KISSES! HUGS!

AND APOLOGIES. IN CASE ITS NECESSARY."

"In case its necessary!!", he grinned as he read and went on the the second sheet which read something like this ->

"MARRY ME? PLIJJJ? :P

PS: ON GETTING THIS DO NOT BOTHER CALLING

ME UP. MEET ME AT THE HALFWAY, YOU KNOW WHERE.

6:30PM.

I'LL BE WAITING, BYE."

He knew where.

(contd.)

Broken. Part #1/3

10:45pm - "Suresh P | Exit Time - 10:35pm"

The column next to 'Exit Time' read 'Probable time of return'. He left it blank. Suresh signed the entry register as he left his hostel and headed towards the campus auto stand.

"All this is gonna get over, Just in time.", he said this to himself as he watched a few of the final year guys, his batch-mates dunking in the basketball court. As he said these words, walking, mist came out of his mouth which is usual for a chilly and late December night.

"Bhai! Ra-il-way Station?", he asked an auto-wallah who was half asleep to some Altaf Raja number playing in the vehicle's stereo.
He placed his rucksack behind the seat beside a sound-box, country made. Something in the sound-box struck his attention. Rang a bell somewhere.

The sound-box made of plywood had Mallika-Sherawat Sticker-ed all over it. Fuck, it was the same auto where they had kissed last.

"Bhaina, Station double charge lagiba, Okay?"
The auto-guy's question drew his mind into reality and he replied - "Haan. Jaldi chala. Make it fast."
As he headed towards the station, he thought of every moment they spent together. Their first kiss, first fight, the bike-trips, the last kiss and the last time they talked on the phone.

"everything is gonna get into place. Just in time.", Something in him said it to him.

10:22pm - "Platform ticket. One". Hetook the chit and headed towards platform three, climbing the stairs to the foot-over bridge in a matter of seconds. He was breathing heavily, panting actually. He finally ended up at Prashanti Express. "BBSR-BLURU ->" -the sign in one of the bogies read.
S1, S2, S3....he read the coach numbers as he reached the door at the far end of S4. There at the door, stood a girl, sorry, THE GIRL....22-23 years of age maybe, in a pink-kurti and washed white denims complete with a 'Fab-India' sandal which he gifted on her last b'day.

"Thank god, Aj time pe aaye. Here..Have a sip, bade zor se bhaag ke aaye it seems.", Nidhi said this as she handed him the Bisleri. The thin silver bangles in her hand clanked and produced some sort of a music which Suresh could clearly hear despite all the Pandemonium around.
"Abbayi (god), those bangles are killing me", he thought as he took three sips.

Nidhi - "Kuch bhool rahe ho tum."

Suresh -""Arey Haan, here it is."
He handed over the rucksack he had brought with him.

She quickly unzipped the main pocket and scanned what's inside. A diary, sorry..two diaries., Lots of photographs of theirs, a packet of Parle-G biscuits :P, and his lifetime worth collection of Movie DVDs.

N - "Saare diye na..??"
S - " Yes. Sabhi diye hain."
N - "Ocean's series? 27 Dresses, Identity...."
S - " Conspiracy aur Ultimatum bhi hain. Fifty first dates, Notting Hill, Msg in a bottle, All is in."
N - "Yeh doosri diary kya hai?"
S- "woh jo main likha karta tha na...Poems, Stories and stuff. All of them."
N- "Tum hi rakho...Its your thing, how can i..."

He pushed the other diary into her palms.
Now she was blabbering . She looked like a kid when she did that. And it now made him smile and he tried hard not to get it on his face.

S - "Tumhe bhi kuch dena tha na..??"
He said these words as he heard the blaring horn which signaled that the train had started moving out and slowly started being in motion.

N -" Y-y-yes...",she reached for her handbag and took out a packet covered in brown paper like the ones they use to cover beer-bottles when one buys them from a liquor-off shop.

Suresh opened the envelope and stood paralyzed. Emotionally crippled.

He looked at Nidhi as she distanced away from him with the train chugging out of the station.

After almost 10 minutes of such a composure, he glanced upon what he was holding in his hands.

It had gold colored borders in the cream colored envelope with letters in sanskrit that read

||  शुभ विवाह ||


Everything's gonna get into place, just in time.", he stil thought.

Separation.