Wednesday 18 April 2018

Damn I got lost again!


It was one of those lazy days which later turn into a series of exciting events and then you reminisce on how unexciting you had anticipated your day to be, and how everything turns topsy-turvy within the spur of a moment. It is akin to taking a leap of faith to seek the unknown and at the same time, to expect the worst. It’s either a step towards an adventure or one towards a big mistake. There are only two ways to it.

And, if you are a girl, either way you’d be touched or at least tried on. But that’s ok! We do learn what to expect and how to handle it, as we grow older. Guess it’s time for an awkward pause.

I was taking my customary stroll. It was a hot April day in Delhi. Often elderly women on the road pointed out the missing umbrella on my head, telling me that I’d fall sick under the Sun. Little did they know, it was only because I had always hated carrying the umbrella! Anything that cannot fit itself into my bag is just isn’t worth carrying!
What if I got engaged in some other activity and forgot about it? I’m swayed away by people and places all the time, saving an umbrella might just be the last thing on my mind! So I had prevented the mishap altogether. I had left the umbrella at home!

The white, slightly heeled welt of my shoes were starting to look brown with dirt. My steps had synced in with the Micheal Bubble song that was playing and I had almost started to tune in to the rhythm, when I saw a cloud of sand fly across from my feet. A car had just stopped next to me.

It was a Skoda and the situation was strange, as I didn’t know many people in the city. He had probably just stopped for directions. Isn’t that a possibility? So, I looked in through the left front seat window which he had lowered in order to get a view of my face. He was a man in his twenties and looked decently dressed. He was in a grey suit and a mauve tie. His big, intense eyes scanned my face like he was trying to see through me. He looked like he was having a hard time bringing himself to trust me. His urgent eyes and restless gestures startle me a little and he says, “Did I hire you for an ad in our company before? Are you Meera?”

Now, in this situation, a million things may cross one’s mind. Is he trying to hit on me? Is he someone dangerous? Do I really have some distant doppelganger?

But then reflex takes over and I go “No! Sorry you are mistaken.”

He looks around in a frenzy and says hurriedly “You shouldn’t be walking in the Sun like this. Do you want me to drop you somewhere?” He looked quiet scared, quite desperate.

“No, I’m fine thanks. I’ve almost reached my destination.”

“Can you come inside the car? I want to talk to you.”

“No. I’m getting late. I’m sorry.”

“Please help me. If you do, I will offer you a business deal.”

At this point, most women would have taken the highway. Some would even have called the cops, but I for some fucked up reason, stood there for a while for him to speak on! God I can surprise myself!

 He looked very wary about his surroundings. Now help has always been something I could never refuse. I need help once in a while! It must work on both sides, you know. You have to help in order to be helped. You need to care in order to be cared about.

“What is with this man?” I thought to myself. Maybe I was looking for a new story, a new adventure! By then I had realized, that this was not going to be just another day.
“Come, please sit fast! I can’t be seen. Everybody here knows me!”

His urgent tone rang on my ears as he opened the door, gesturing me to sit. “Just 5 minutes. I just want to talk to you.”

I never realized when I actually sat in that car. But within 30 seconds of him persuading me into helping him, which seemed like a good 5 minutes to me; I found myself sitting beside him. He was frantically trying to read through me, like he was trying to look for something that he thought he might find in me. His gaze was very gripping and it looked like he was in need of help.

 “I’m Varun, the managing director at Padmini jewelers. We have branches all over the world.” I felt my eyes widen a bit until I decided to shake off the disbelief that was creeping inside of me. He took out his card, showed me but he just wouldn’t hand it over to me! It was annoying.

“People misuse my contact. I’ll give you my card only if you promise not to misuse it”, he says. I didn’t understand how I could misuse his Business card, but I promised him anyway.

He wasn’t really driving as much as he was talking or asking me questions. During that conversation, I had recognized a few intricacies of leading a so called “high-class” life in India. No matter how much these people boast about their sophistication or elitism, they are always a bunch of lonely people who strongly feel that they are only wanted or contacted for money. They feel they have no real connections or friends. Everything is a business deal to them, even relationships!

Two hours into driving and obsessive talking, he was beginning to see the harmless girl in me and he started to break the walls of insecurities that he had built around him. He decided to be bold and true to me. By this time he had it all figured out in his head about what he really wanted to do with me. He had started to fall for me and he wanted to take me with him. “You are rare as a diamond and I am going to possess you.” He says with a Delhi-ish accent.

“Do you see that suit case on the back?”

There was a massive blue suit case on the back seat.

“It has 40 crores in it. My house got raided this morning. Can you keep the money safe for me? I’ll give you everything you want. Just name your dreams and you will have them all. I will take care of you. But only if you save me today.”

Call me a pussy, Call me stupid, but I just couldn’t say “Yes” to flying with him to Canada the next morning! He was literally suggesting that! So it was given that I would not take the money with me. Honestly, I am a happy-with-minimal-things-in-life kind of a person. I’m the last person you should be offering a big bag of illegal cash to!
I never opened that suit case though. I guess I was too unprepared for what I might see inside. It’s not a regular view for me, a suit case full of illegal money.

That day, I made sure I return to my freedom, my music and myself; and end that day as it was meant to end in the first place. Yes, I ran out on him at the restaurant. I paid the bill and I walked out.

It was really good to find my way back home.



305 Days of Entertainment- a day in the life of a TV in the ACJ Hotel Common room


I am called the “Idiot Box”. Yes, you are getting it right! I am the one who stares back at you every time you gawk at my screen with your eyeballs popping out of your sockets. And guess what? You don’t even know it!

Every day I hang along the first wall to the left of the common area of the ACJ Girls hostel, watching the time fly and lives change; as I’m being gawked at by a bunch of rich, spoilt self proclaimed “adults”; all different in various kinds of ways, but having one, only one thing in common. Their current lives which revolved around the college, around the hostel; around all its perks and its limitations.

I’m the box of entertainment, I am the visual media. Why would I be in search of entertainment?

 Because where I’m hanged, I really appreciate these kids around me better than when their vacations come, or at the end of the term! That is the worst one! I can almost crack to death with weird reflections on my LED screen some nights. Not trying to scare you. Just saying!

Coming back to the point, it’s baffling to see so many hearts and souls come together, trying to get to know and understand each other, be there for each other in times of need and trying to find peace in a chaos. This chaos is also self induced in certain cases! It’s true! Hilarious!

Certain days are special, certain moments are made forever. Those days are my favorite. Birthdays, kitty parties…cocktail parties! This is the story of one fine day. It was a Wednesday. It’s the day the ladies in the hostel go out! Because it’s... Ladies night!  Anyway, it’s not much big of a deal, as all these women, you can also call them fighters of the societal construct; HAVE TO make it a point to return to the hostel by ten. There are women conglomerates being formed to ensure the safe retrieval of every shooter in the battlefield to the base camp before curfew time. I was patiently waiting for these girls to come shrieking, screaming, laughing and giggling up the stairs, too drunk to walk but pumped up enough for another after-party. And believe me when I say this, they make it to the hostel on time!


My first expected visitor at this time was Pia, and there she was. She always carried a lot of things in her hands. More than she could actually carry. Every day, she sat near the window and started playing her music, while drinking her Cola or Coffee. Often Lolita, the chic with the accent used to join her and they used to chat or rap or watch movies together. Today Lolita is video-calling someone and walks in the room drunk, dressed up and all red. She saw Pia, waved at her and sat beside her. They start talking about the club, about being groped, about it being hard to be a woman. They also talked about exes, about sex, about various kinds of topics emerging out of random, drunk thoughts.

One hour later, someone speaks from the phone and says “I like what I’m hearing Lolita. It’s good to have conversations like these.” All this while, her dad was on the line.