Life-A Closer Look

LIFE-A CLOSER LOOK
(Based on true incidences of life…)

"Today is your lucky day. Your imagination is at its best. Your initiatives will be appreciated. Even the things abhorred by you will generate interest. Your love life will take a positive turn tonight."
The above lines were written on the ‘AstroSpeak’ dashboard of famous English newspaper-counted upon by the Gujarati medium mongers. I think you guessed it right. I was overjoyed after reading all that astrological stuff. The other crux of the printed papyrus was about the rains forecasted by the weather dept. in the late hours of the twilight. I mocked over that news and overlooked my mother’s proposal of carrying a skimpy raincoat. Nobody knows what lies in store for us, but everybody wants to be the storekeeper. And I was no different persona. I was getting ready for my college. My college-LDCE was about 17 kilometers away from my dwellings. I had to amend the bus from Subhash Bridge terminals. I began my cruise at 9:15 am. At the backdrop of my cerebellum was evening MBA coaching classes and the ‘positive turn in my love life.’

I had to saunter for 0.4 kilometers to reach the bus stand. I promenaded half the way and suddenly… I heard a car horn. I looked back and smirked. My spirits were as high as the ball that was hit for a six by Dhoni. The old ailing Mathematics professor signaled me to get in his car. He used to confront our college gates once in three months. I reckoned that today was my lucky day. Faster than the tsunami, I slipped in. But I was oblivious of the fact that he was a twerp. One can say a practical twerp. Moreover the old odd ‘Eastman Color’ era songs at high volume in the car made the site worse. He was partially deaf and treated me as the same. I got a headache. When I looked at my colleagues at the bus stand, I managed to reckon the fact that today is my lucky day. The language used by the professor was out of this world. I nodded at his every comment on politics and sports. He baffled me with his babble talk and snail driving. At last, we reached the college and I was freed from that nasty cab. I felt like what Gandhi felt on 15th of August…
I entered the college gate and gave a bird’s view to our ‘gorgeous’ girls’ parking. I saw my dream girl inflowing the college with his classmate and that too in romantic poses. My love life took a turn where it was a dead end. I brooded over the superficial knowledge of the astrologer. I in flew the college with a tooth breaking smile. I gazed at the sky like a tail ender batsman who missed his first may be his only century. I went straight away to the lunatic lecture room. To my astonishment, I discovered the lecture room vacated with only one bench-the first bench. Unluckily, I managed a seat that confronted the professor’s desk. I was caught thrice unaware and was put in juxtaposition every time. She questioned me, some core things about the topic. I guessed. But I was failed by her hand written papyrus perspective. I was coveted to litter that trash newspaper.
After attending the tenacious lecture, I marched towards the canteen with my only friend in my college. The cluster from my class rushed in. They demanded a treat for my new Multimedia phone. I found it as a junk at that time. I frittered 60 bucks over them. While doing this, I felt what Ashoka felt while confronting the Kalinga’s army. At the end of my show, I went with my friend to the mind boggling hive in Ahmedabad. It was the MBA classes’ edifice. I faced the building like the ‘The Adams Palace’ with the Adams’ family residing in. We entered the building and underwent 90 minutes of tenancy. I felt every time the tutor made us feel that our knowledge is as shallow as the Sabarmati in summers. At the backdrop of our minds were the fears of our grades and the world’s view towards us after our divulged grades appeared in...

The fear of our grades was evaporated as we stepped out of the haunted aisles of the building. It was raining heavily. The sky looked like a worn out tube light without starter. The other 30 minutes were filled with terror. Every one began to apply their premature managerial mind in taking decision regarding their escape from the institute. 30 minutes. At last we fled from the empowering edifice. It took 20 odd minutes to reach his (my friend’s) home. I sipped a hot coffee there and then his father offered me to drop me at the bus stand. I nodded. We headed towards the bus stand. We saw dozens of citizens standing and waiting there for the bus. His father offered me to drop me at Subhash bridge terminals. I was also offered to spend a night at his abode. But I selected the first option. I was plunged at Subhash Bridge by his father. I waved my friend with a feeling of gratitude in my eyes. Suddenly…

I saw those sparkling feminine eyes at the corner of the bus stand. Communication network jammed and conveyance options were paralyzed. She was shivering in a feminize manner. 15 minutes later. I offered her my Denim jacket. Her touch was warm and divine. Two hours passes like a passé as I listened to the track list of my Multimedia phone. All of a sudden she started crying. I was startled. It was 11 in the clock with the red eyed clouds in the sky pouring waters in full swing. I asked the reason behind her snuffles. She told that she wished to see her ailing sibling in the city hospital, but she now refrained to go there as it was almost midnight with rains in the sky and insecurity on the roads. I wore my Denim jacket and remembered what Bill Gates said at one of his press conferences. He said that life is not fair to you, be used to the fact. I pondered on the idea to sleep in the premises of the church at the back drop of the bus stand. But I was desisted by the spooky ghost stories that I heard when I was 10. I slept on the bus stand.

TWO HOURS LATER…

I was startled again. I saw the same scintillating eyes. It was 1 in the morning. She offered me tea and a sandwich to eat. I was real hungry but how come she reckoned the fact? I ate all of them in a minute. She offered me to nap in her house which was at the backdrop of the bus stand. I was taken aback. I thought how could a girl offer this to a stranger? I thought I was dreaming. I looked back. There was a residential flat. Where was the church? I was frightened. She held my hand. I felt like I was hypnotized by those gleaming eyes. I went to her house with my watch showing me two o’clock in the morning. We chatted for half an hour and then I went to sleep. I woke at 6 a.m. I took out a thousand rupee note and kept it on the center table. It was for his ailing brother. I reached the bus stand. I found a biker there. He asked me some address. It was the house next to mine. I accompanied him. When I sat on the bike I saw the church again, exactly where the residential building stood.

I zeroed the fact that I had been dreaming all the way. I was dropped by the biker at my house. Coincidentally, his eyes matched her eyes too. Finally, I reached home. While waving bye to the biker, I noticed something around my neck. It was a gold chain with a gold cross at the centre. I was taken aback. Later in the day, I found the thousand rupee note in my wallet. I checked my bag in the evening. I found the Bible. I unlocked the gold chain and locked it around my Sai’s neck. My mobile gave me a nasty shiver. I picked it up and heard a digit 540. It was my grand total out of 750. I was a seven pointer now…………………………