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Well lit Bar | Happy Hours | Corner Table
Raghu and Ananya were meeting after almost 2 years.
She was in his city for work.
He saw her update and had pinged her.
He had been waiting for 5 mins when he saw her approaching towards him.
He got up and hugged her.
It lasted for 2 seconds.
Looked like she was still angry on him.
After the customary "what'sup , what's going on, etc" Ananya came straight to the point.
"Why today Raghu? Why after so long?" she asked.
Raghu had prepared the answers as he knew this would crop up but still couldn't say anything properly.
Old Monk and Coke were showing their effects.
"Because I wanted to see you", he murmured.
"Why didn't you want to see me when I wanted to see you back then?", Ananya fired back.
"Because back then I knew what you wanted, what you expected but I couldn't give it to you.
I cannot give that now as well but is that the only criteria for two people to meet or stay in touch? Yes, I did not pursue you because you would have never understood.
I tried in my own way but I guess that was not enough.
I was not in a situation to give you what you were expecting and it seemed a better idea to let go.
It was hurtful but I thought I was doing the right thing.
Clearly I was wrong.
Raghu continued, " Life would be so much better if everything falls accordingly but that never happens.
There are always tests and situations where one has to overcome them in order to defeat life.
In order to restore parity.
Life is anything but Desire.
Ananya handed him a tissue for she could see that he needed it and she knew he hated being emotional.
Her eyes were welling up as well.
She wanted to howl but could not as it was a well-lit bar and happy hours were going on.
After three hours of looking at each other they came out of the place and a tipsy Raghu suggested, "Would you want to come over? My flatmate is out of town.
"What are you implying Raghu?, she enquired.
"I am not implying anything.
I am just implying that it would be nice if we can sit somewhere where there are just 2 of us and not 102 of us.
She smiled at his feeble attempt to crack a joke and said,"Okay.
As Ananya entered his room there was a sense of anticipation, fear and calmness at the same time.
She decided not to think anymore.
As she was struggling to find a proper place to sit in his messy room Raghu shot a question at her point blank, "would you like to sleep with me ?"
She looked at him for five seconds and answered.
They slept | The whole night | With her head on his chest.
Raghu woke up first.
As he stirred he could see Ananya sleeping next to him.
Was it a dream? No.
He kept looking at her as she was sleeping like a baby.
He knew he had always loved her but he also knew that he would not be able to give her the life she deserved.
But again, who was he to take decisions on behalf of both of them.
Let time take it's course and a wise man once told him "Magic happens when the time is right and the tide is low.
He got down from the bed, went to bathroom and found Ananya up when he came out.
"What time is it?", she asked.
"I have to be in a meeting at 10.
"Drop me off.
As they were waiting for the cab Raghu thought of asking her something about last night but a wise man told him one more thing, "Silence is golden.
The ride was short, ten mins to be precise.
Ananya kept her head on his shoulder and held his fingers throughout.
They were standing outside her hotel.
The bar was no more lit and there were no happy hours now.
Ananya hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear, "I am glad you messaged.
"I am glad you stayed over," replied Raghu.
As he turned away to go with a million questions in his mind Ananya called.
"I am seeing someone.
It had been a day since Ananya and Raghu talked after that morning.
Raghu knew she was leaving that night and he also knew that if he did not tell her how he felt she would be gone forever.
But that night had given him hope and a wise man once told him,"hope is a dangerous thing, it kills you from inside and heals you at the same time.
He was conflicted between his desire and logic.
He felt proud in being logical in the past.
Then why was logic failing him this time?
He logged in to his Facebook account and a notification popped up on the screen.
"Shreya Sharma got engaged.
He looked at the screen for sometime and sighed.
Shreya was before Ananya, before his insecurities took him over and changed him as a person.
Shreya was his college classmate.
One of the major reasons for him attending college and way out of his league.
Daughter of a Naval officer and used fancy english whereas Raghu lied to her about his hometown for the first two years.
June 2007 to May 2008 was the worst year of Raghu's life.
Something happened which broke him from inside.
He felt ashamed facing his classmates.
He felt ashamed facing Shreya even though she asked him to be positive a couple of times.
Waking up everyday was tiring.
He was away from home and could not tell his parents as they would have been disappointed.
They had high hopes from him and all were crushed.
Thrice a week he had to go to the University office and come back dejected.
It had become a routine.
One day he was tired.
Tired of having hope.
He wanted the routine to end.
He thought of the easiest way out.
Those were days of Orkut.
It was a rage.
One afternoon he changed the profile picture of his account to a man holding a gun to his head and changed his name to "Goodbye World.
Nobody would know.
He updated his account and came out of 1 room flat which he was sharing with 3 other guys at that time to eat something.
He knew he did not have that capacity to go take his own life but just wanted a sign from somewhere to stop himself.
He was hoping.
As he was walking out in the society his phone rang.
It was a landline number.
He knew it was Shreya.
"What is wrong with you? Have you gone crazy?", Shreya shouted.
"I saw your Orkut update.
Don't even think about it.
"I don't know what to do.
I am just tired.
Think about your parents.
Promise me you will not do anything stupid.
After 15 mins of scolding and convincing she hung up.
She knew he liked her.
Shreya knew Raghu liked her.
She saw his update in just ten minutes.
Probably it was enough for him that day.
College got over and Raghu could never tell her that he liked her.
Maybe he never wanted to.
Sometimes , just sometimes you need that phonecall which restores belief in your logic and tells you that somebody cares.
Raghu looked at the screen again and closed his laptop.
Just then his phone buzzed.
It was Ananya.
Ananya was leaving the same evening.
She called Raghu to ask him out for lunch.
She also felt the awkwardness after she told him about her seeing someone.
She was the mature one among the two.
She knew Raghu had a mask of ego.
They were sitting at a Chinese restaurant when Raghu abruptly asked her, "What's his name?"
"Karan", she replied.
That was the best part about her.
No beating around the bush, straight to the point.
Raghu was thinking in his mind.
Sometimes he felt there were no frills, no thrills when they were together.
But there was a sense of calmness around her.
That night he slept peacefully in a long time.
She had that effect on him.
"He is in my office", Ananya continued bringing Raghu back from his trance state.
She was telling about him but Raghu did not want to listen.
He thought why did she not tell about him to Raghu when she came over to meet.
Why in the morning? But as they say "why stir a nest when you don't want any honey"
"And yes he smokes", Ananya finished.
"Oh , you have made peace with the smoking thing, interesting.
"A wise man once told me that life is anything but desire", she remarked.
The cab had arrived.
"Can I drop you at the airport?" he asked.
"You don't have to ask", replied Ananya.
It was a weird ride.
Not much was spoken but a lot was understood.
Ananya somewhat understood why he has always been hesitant of committing to somebody and Raghu was at peace to finally be able to comfortable around her.
She was about to go inside the airport and disappear in 5 mins.
They both did not know when they would see each other again, whether they wanted to stay in touch and what to do with their feelings for each other.
"Okay, that's it", Ananya said and hugged him.
It was not a very long hug but Raghu just clutched to her in between for 5 seconds.
"Hey, I have something for you", he said and took out a box of FOX candies from his bag and gave it to her.
"Wow, why?" she enquired.
"I thought let's follow social norm for once and you like these candies.
So Society 0 Raghu 1.
"Thanks but there is no space left to keep them.
"What I am going to do?" she asked him.
Raghu looked at her for ten seconds with a serious face and then said,
One night four college kids stayed out late, partying and having a good time.
They paid no mind to the test they had scheduled for the next day and didn’t study.
In the morning, they hatched a plan to get out of taking their test.
They covered themselves with grease and dirt and went to the Dean’s office.
Once there, they said they had been to a wedding the previous night and on the way back they got a flat tire and had to push the car back to campus.
The Dean listened to their tale of woe and thought.
He offered them a retest three days later.
They thanked him and accepted his offer.
When the test day arrived, they went to the Dean.
The Dean put them all in separate rooms for the test.
They were fine with this since they had all studied hard.
Then they saw the test.
It had 2 questions.
1) Your Name __________ (1 Points)
2) Which tire burst? __________ (99 Points)
Options – (a) Front Left (b) Front Right (c) Back Left (d) Back Right
The lesson:- always be responsible and make wise decisions.
“Everyone speaks of the calm after the storm, but no one recognizes the melancholias serendipity before one.
A cloudy blanket of a stormy grey hung over the horizon, moving slowly towards the little bank where he sat, humming a little tune.
He lazily held a fishing rod in one hand, which was submerged inside the murky lake ahead, while he steadily held his gaze at the approaching storm.
A gust of breeze rushed through as he took a deep breath in, filling his lungs with the heavenly smell of petrichor, the tree’s around him swaying in delight, as if eagerly awaiting for the splash of fresh rain after all that sun.
He couldn’t help but sigh softly.
A marvelous beauty as far as an eye can go, and as deep as the ocean can reach.
No man-made wonder can equal up to nature’s “natural” beauty and yet, here they are – puny human weaklings, doing everything in their will to try destroy it of it’s candor and goodwill, taking everything they can, and then, destroying it mercilessly in return.
He looked around with a grim air about, the swaying had reduced to a mere hustle, a light drizzle – cold as icy bullets began to prick his neck but that didn’t matter.
It’s not as if I didn’t try, did I? he thought.
Futile protests that went in vain, countless visits requesting a ban for non-recyclable products, whose use was in a rapid rise since the start of the current millennium, fell in deaf ears.
But no one bothered to even look.
Not a single consideration on the effort he wished to take.
Rather, they just wanted to see money on their desks.
“We’ve got to survive too old man!” they would yell “Just because you consider those stupid tree’s as your family doesn’t mean we’ve gotta do the same.
We don’t live a hermit’s life like you do ok? So unless you’ve got something better and interesting then this, don’t show your ugly face here again”
It was not long until he realized that running around would result in nothing, so rather then fruitlessly trying, he started out to do what seemed like a noble job.
He planted trees.
He did, and to such an extent that it became an obsession and anyone who tried to stop him had to pay dearly.
And a rather heavy sum it was.
The Storm was now over his head in a ominous way and deep thunders rumbled through as heavy drops of water poured down upon them, creating more alluring ripples in the lake ahead.
A silver of a hand showed up in a dying effort, something that didn’t seem to amuse the old man who held the fishing rod.
” he finally stood, stretching his sore back.
“Digged up the hole Charlie?”
“Aye” a sound came from a tiny pit, a few meter’s a away.
Still holding the fishing rod, he turned to see a balding hunched man hobble out of the pit and towards him.
“The net’s ’pread and all thin’s done.
What’che do?” said Charlie, taking over the fishing net and pulling it out, revealing a slimy bloated body.
“Tried to sanction the west-end forest to be chopped and have something built over.
” he nodded, pulling out a small pouch from his inner coat pocket.
Charlie pulled and kicked the body down in the pit and hobbled away again as the drizzled progressed into a steady downpour.
He leaned down into the pit and tied the net together as Charlie came back with a ashen pouch and an umbrella.
He took the pouch and emptied it over the cadaver, sprinkled the seeds, stood and took the umbrella as Charlie started to fill the pit back with the mud he had dug up.
Peals of thunder rumbled above their heads as they made their way back to their little shack, both feeling very content after the good job.
Because someday, many many year’s down the line, a scrawny kid might be swinging down the roots of a big apple tree, munching on it’s fruits and playing with his friends in carefree happiness, all thanks to the fertilization given by a “Mr.
Evil” who tried to take down the forest and destroy the homes of so many good things of the world.
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