Sunday, November 21, 2010

See you online... © Sangeeta Bhargava 2010... Original post @ http://sangeetabhargava.blogspot.com/2010/11/see-you-online.html

See you online...

© Sangeeta Bhargava 2010

This short story was awarded second prize by the bestselling Writers' Forum magazine.

Original post @ http://sangeetabhargava.blogspot.com/2010/11/see-you-online.html

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1st MAY

Hey, saw you online so wanted to ask you about your opinion on the debate going on in the chat room right now. Do you also feel what I said was wrong?

By the way, my name is Tina. Come to MSN if you want to be my friend.

Love Tina.


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2nd MAY

Neel read the personal message over and over again. It was past midnight but he was still awake. This was the first time in weeks that it was not pain but excitement that had kept him up. He could not wait for Tina to come online. She would be his first online friend.

Okay, she was online now.

Tina: Hey dude.

Neel: Hey.

Tina: Thanks for supporting me in the chat room yesterday. I didn't mean to hurt or insult anyone but just had to say what I felt. It was not my fault that people got so defensive. Anyways…

Neel: You know, people get defensive when they know that they are in the wrong but don't want to admit it. By the way, how come you're up so late?

Tina: I'm studying. My A levels are going on.

Neel: You are in school?

Tina: Yup, 6th form.

Neel: I see. Got to go. Bye.

Tina: Bye.

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3rd MAY

Tina: Hey Neel. Why did you leave so abruptly yesterday?

Neel: You want the truth?

Tina: Yes.

Neel: Umm…….I'm 28.

Tina: Oh!

Neel: Well?

Tina: Well what?

Neel: Does it matter that I am 11 years older than you?

Tina: Nah.

Neel: So – still friends?

Tina: Of course.

Neel: Okay, got to go now. The old hag is here to give me my sponge.

Tina: Hag? Sponge?

Neel: Will tell you tomorrow.

Tina: Bye. Catch you tomorrow.

Neel: Yup.

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4th MAY

Tina: So what do you do apart from chatting?

Neel: I was a pilot.

Tina: OMG! You're a pilot?

Neel: I said I WAS.

Tina: ?????

Neel: I met with an accident about three months back.

Tina: Oh, I'm sorry.

Neel: Don't be.

Tina: Now I get it – the old hag and the sponge….

Neel: Yup. Now you know why I'm always online – I have no life, no future.

Tina: Why this pessimism? Are you bedridden?

Neel: No, I will be able to walk eventually, but I cannot fly an aircraft again. Can't even play football ever again. You see, my knee was completely smashed in the accident.

Tina: At least you are not handicapped. There are so many things you can still do.

Neel: You don't understand. Flying was my life.

Tina: So? It's best to accept what life throws at you, with a smile.

Neel: What do YOU know about life? You are still in school. You haven't even seen life. You have no idea what it is like to be in so much pain that you pass out. Do you know what it is like to be in constant pain 24 hours a day, 7 days a week? And no amount of painkillers can dull that pain. Do you know what it is to lie in bed all day when previously you had spent every single waking moment on the move?

Neel angrily logs out.

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5th MAY

Tina: Are you still mad at me?

Neel: No. My temper comes down even faster than it goes up.

Tina: Well, you were right. After all I'm just 17. I have yet to see the world. In my entire life of 17 years, 4 months and 26 days, I have never been depressed. All my problems are taken care of by my parents. I have a wonderful supportive family with no deaths or divorces. So who am I…?

Neel: Hey, stop this emotional nonsense. You know you're far more mature than your years.

Tina: Am I?

Neel: Aren't you?

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6th MAY

Tina: Yippee, exams are finally over.

Neel: Cool! So now you're free to party all day.

Tina: No, now I have to work doubly hard to win the Jane Austen scholarship. I hope to become a scribe one day. Then I wouldn't have to live on my parents' money. It feels terrible. I'm 17.5, yet have not earned a penny in my life.

Neel: So you want to be a writer? Interesting.

Tina: Yes. I want to create a character that will outlive me.

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7th MAY

Tina: It must have been something flying a plane! I've never even driven a car.

Neel: It was mind-blowing. Absolutely exhilarating. Flying through those clouds – touching the very gates of heaven. I felt as though I was God Himself, looking down on his creation.

Tina: Tell me something, but first promise me that you won't get upset this time.

Neel: I promise.

Tina: Got any passion other than flying?

Neel: Nope.

Tina: No, seriously?

Neel: Well, now and then I do enjoy playing computer games.

Tina: There you go. Why don't you do a computer course? Become an IT professional or something?

Neel: You mean go back to school at this age? You got to be kidding.

Tina: There is no age for learning. I would rather be dead than stop learni

Neel: Yes, my guru.

Tina: So will you at least think about it?

Neel: Yes guru.

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8th MAY

Tina: So what have you decided?

Neel: That Twilight is way better than Madagascar 2.

Tina: Not that stupid. I am talking about the course.

Neel: I've decided not to. I left college seven years ago. It's impossible to go back.

Tina: Join an adult or home study programme.

Neel: Nope, it won't work.

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10th MAY

Neel: Where were you yesterday? Angry with me?

Tina: No. What you do with your life is none of my business. I'd gone to the cinema to see Assassination of Jesse James. You can't imagine how GOOD Brad Pitt looked! I had an idiotic grin plastered on my face throughout the movie. Oh my God, I'm still reeling under the effect. Don't I sound like a gone case?

Neel: Tell me, are you pretty?

Tina: Well, I guess, umm, that's what people say.

Neel: What do you look like? Is your hair short or long?

Tina: Does it matter?

Neel: Nope.

Tina: Have you seen Black?

Neel: Nope, I'm not a movie buff.

Tina: Go and see it. If the heroine of that movie, who is deaf, dumb and blind, can do her graduation, I don't see why you can't.

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11th MAY

Neel: I have some news.

Tina: You've decided to do the course.

Neel: Gosh, you can even read my mind now. Yup, I've decided to give it a shot and all because of you.

Tina: I'm flattered.

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12th MAY

Neel: Hey, where have you been all day? I wanted to tell you that my plaster's being cut tomorrow. We're gonna party all night.

Tina: Oh cool, have fun.

Neel: Won't you dance with me?

Tina: Silly, don't you know I can't dance?

Neel: Why not? I'll teach you. Seriously, if we meet one day, I'll take you to the most happening disco in town.

Tina: That can never happen, Neel. I am paralysed waist down.

Neel stared at the screen. It was past midnight. The only sound he could hear was the tap - DRIP DRIP DRIP….as the words slowly sunk in.

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The Yellow Saree... A heartwarming short story...© Rajiv Ramanujam... Original post @ http://m.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=497090642596&fbb=r8f26d42b&refid=22#anchor_fbid_497090642596

The Yellow Saree...

A heartwarming short story...

© Rajiv Ramanujam 

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Saturday morning.

Rahul was at the wheel of his car and waiting. His wife had stepped off to buy something for Rahul's older brother.

Saturday morning.

November and its first chills were setting in.

While randomly looking out, Rahul's gaze settled on an old woman's face. She may have been in her late 60's, small, slender. Her grey hair in a bun, in a yellow saree, a small purse clutched in her hand, and a cloth bag on her shoulder.

Probably she was a Bengali, as the locality was home to many of them.

A lined, expressive face, with eyes which seemed to have seen a great deal.

Rahul was a traveler, and was used to observing people. She was patiently waiting for the traffic to pass.

In the time it takes for a heartbeat to pulse, or a nerve ending to beat, Rahul suddenly knew who it was.

His childhood friend Ranjan's mother!

Rushing out, he walked up to her and stammered, "Mrs. Banerjee... I mean Sharmila Aunty... It's me, Rahul..."

She turned. Those expressive eyes scanned his face. Then that radiant smile which lit up a whole room appeared. Her hand gently came up and stroked his face, "Beta Rahul... Is it really you? How many years has it been?"

"Ranjan?"... "Uncle?"..., Rahul asked...

"Ranjan? In America. New York. Didn't you know?"

Guiltily he realized he had lost touch.

And Uncle?

That was the only time, that radiance dimmed a little.

"He passed away. 6 years ago"

"Oh I am so sorry", was all that came out.

"It's ok Rahul, he was ready to go. But you please come home. Remember those chops you boys liked so much? I can make them for you again".

Suddenly, Rahul's phone rang. His wife calling him. Quietly, she said, "ok, beta, do come over", and with a quiet dignity, she walked away.

Driving away, Rahul realized he had not asked her number, or the address, or even Ranjan's whereabouts.

A snapshot of childhood had appeared, and vanished.

Almost like a dream.

A quick glance at the rear view mirror.

Gone.

Snapshots... Childhood... Memory...

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As I was done reading the above short story by Rajiv Ramanujam, I felt even more empty than I do otherwise... It numbed me, unnerved me... The ever growing vacuum just became humongous... The hole became a crater...

Ironically the more technology we now have access to, the more detached we have become... That's how the life has become to be...

Life has taught me, 'n taught me well, at times in subtle 'n at other times in a brutal way to differentiate 'n respect between all the things that are meant to be 'n aren't meant to be... But losing the connect with reality isn't how I ever wanted it to be...
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Epilogue...

Repeatedly calling one particular number from my hand phone over last one hour, I got a trifle bit miffed... constantly was getting busy tone... WTF, what has come over people, how can anyone remain inaccessible in this age 'n time... I mean, who has the audacity to continuously talk over one hour without realizing that there may be someone somewhere urgently trying to reach 'em... at least have the call waiting activated, for God's sake...

Shoot... It dawned upon me... I was trying to call my own hand phone number...

In a desperate attempt to reach I, me, myself, had failed to connect, not without reason perhaps... I was failing time 'n again, in every attempt, to reach myself... 'n it wasn't a technology glitch... my inner core had become inaccessible to the facade I portray to the outside world...

Is it a realization; is it a revelation... I don't know... perhaps more aptly, I won't know as I have always been brain challenged...

Surely more than anything, losing connect with myself is gonna be my nemesis, my bane, my Waterloo...

I have dug my own grave... 'n oblivious of it, I am walking towards it... nah... am running towards it...

Life won't give me a second chance...

Call waiting isn't activated...
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