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The Sound of God

April 1, 2013

The water was flowing rapidly, the knife was staring at me, and I could see my weary face yelling to end this quickly. I took the knife, I wanted to cry, but my tear glands refused even the tiniest of drops. Memories started flashing in front of me.

I had spent four years in Chennai, bearing the heat of the city I kept learning the formula and shortcuts to crack the countries premier and hardest test, JEEE, I didn’t make in the list when the results were announced. I wasn’t disappointed. I decided to continue my vigil for another year.

Sound of GodI came home and saw my mother after almost a year, she was in tears to see me, I had lost weight and my eyes revealed that I haven’t slept for days. I told my decision, my parents were supportive. I decided to continue studies without joining any coaching centers; I had 100 of books which I had collected over the years to practice.

I followed the routine that I had practiced over the years in Chennai which now became a habit, I would wake up at four everyday even if I wanted to sleep more, I would open the books and go through each problems which I would have already practiced a 100 times, the only difference I had at home was my mothers home made food, my dad used to work out of town, I would meet him once in a week. Even that was out of the question as he would be busy visiting his friends and relatives and with Church activities..

Days and months passed away, my routine hardly changed, I would go to church once or twice a month to attend the Holy Mass, there were no common faces to see which kept me away from Church as well.

The day arrived, I was well prepared for the exams, I recalled all the important formula and theorems, I could see the equation right in front of me when I wanted to. Exam went well. It was Passion Week, mother asked me to attend the Passion Week services, I attended the services everyday, but my mind was wandering around the corners of IIT Kanpur, the green lawns, the fountains, the city, the railway station.

The result day, I went to the nearest internet café as there was no electricity at home, I checked the list, shivers ran through my entire body, my roll no was missing. I checked again and again only to hammer down the nail stuck in my heart.

Images vanished; the bathroom was now filled with gallons of water, the knife still staring. There was no one at home. It was a weekday, mother had gone out to buy things for home, and I hadn’t told her about the day of result as I wanted to give my parents the happy news of me getting into IIT. I drew the knife closer to my left hand, my right hand shivering.  Suddenly I heard a sound, “…..IIT results announced doesn’t reflect the complete list due to server error; students are advised to check again”.It was the Television.

The Face.

January 28, 2013

I was lost in the woods, unable to find my destination. I decided to walk towards the light. Towards the rising sun.

I could hear all sorts of sounds; birds twittering, frogs croaking, twigs snapping and sounds I couldn’t recognize. I look up and notice birds leaving their nests. Probably to find food for themselves and their offspring.

Winding Road

Winding Road

Was I taking the right road? I could feel faith leaving me. I take a turn and I meet a figure taller than me, I could barely see his face, his head was covered with a hood made of animal skin. I ask him for the way, he tells me to go straight ahead. I keep walking on only to find more miles added on to my path. But was it mine?

I see a woman slowly approaching her prey. Closing in for the kill. Feral. I call out to her. Freeze, turn, snarling and curses at me. I cost her a meal. Unaffected, I ask her about the way forward. She throws her head back, lustrous long hair falling down and tells me to take another path. The current one just won’t do.

The new path takes me deeper into the woods; I hear frightening noises and see shady shadows hidden right behind every leaf. I start running forward but only to fall into a ditch. I couldn’t remember for how long was I in the ditch. Presently, a man helps me out. He asks me to go back the way I had come. I do as he asks. I find open ground. Thirsty. I find a pond with a moon in it.

A dirty and bloodied face stare back at me as I bend down to drink from the pond. Startled, I fall back. Heart pounding. I approach the face in the pond. Or was it the moon? I see his mouth forming words and my ears recreating them, “Why take the road travelled by others. Find yours”.

I hear someone call my name. The misty dreams fades and reality takes shape. I desperately try to snatch back my fast fading dream. It escapes my memory’s feeble efforts. But I remember one thing and one thing only. The face in the pond right next to the moon.


Written by me!
Edited by Casey Nestor Fernandez
To read the previous version visit : The Right Path 

The Right Path

August 29, 2012

I was lost in woods unable to find my destination; I decided to walk towards the rising sun. I can hear all sorts of sounds, birds chirping, frogs squeaking and sounds I couldn’t recognize. I could see birds flying from their nest, probably to find food for them and for their offspring.

I started losing faith in the direction I am walking; I take a turn where I meet a figure taller than me, I could barely see his face, his head was covered with hood made of animal skin. I ask him for the way, he tells me to head straight. I keep walking only to find more miles ahead of me. I saw a woman slowly approaching an animal. I call her out, she curses me for letting her kill go. I explain about my situation. She laughs at me for taking the wrong road and asks me to take her path.

It takes me deep into the woods; I hear roars and frightening noises. I start running only to fall in a ditch. I couldn’t remember for how long was I in the ditch. A man rises me up from the ditch. He asks me to go back if I fear for my life. I acknowledge his advice. I find an open ground. I was feeling very thirsty by then. Luckily I find a pond and the moon in it.

As soon as I bent down to drink water, I saw a scary face, I fall back, I go again to the pond, the figure now opening its mouth. He starts questioning me, “Why take the road travelled by others, find yours”.

I hear someone call my name; I open my eyes only to realize all was a dream. I recall my dream in order to find who the person in the pond was and I could see him clearly.

Hope!

April 25, 2012

The whistle of the train woke me up, a dog passed by smelling at the corners looking for food. I haven’t had food for almost two days now.

Today’s world has little mercy for the poor than to yesterdays. Decades ago, people happily gave a rupee to me when I opened my palms. Things have changed drastically, people turn their faces when they see me and children fear me.  If only as a kid I was taught to read and write. I wouldn’t have seen this day.

Here comes a train, hopefully the passengers would be kind enough to give me something. Where are these people running? Few have time to look at me. Has the time started to run faster today? Isn’t a minute yesterday the same today?  Look at him, he is running with a huge bag, Look at the woman with a phone on her one hand and kid on the other, Wouldn’t they fall? Why are they in so hurry? Here goes the train again.

I see a kid, is he coming to me? It looks like it; no he is going to the vendor. What is he doing? Oh, he is buying a pack of biscuits, no two packets! There he goes back, wait, why is he turning back?

Thank God, there is hope!

The Murderer

October 15, 2010

It was a phone call at 8 in the morning that woke me up, I could hear my friend gasping as she was telling the truth she discovered about herself an hour before. I tried to recall what she just confessed to me through her phone.

I couldn’t believe it , I had to visit her to find out if it was true, I was ready in half an hour, the cab arrived to pick me, it took almost an hour and a half to reach her flat in Worli from Bandra through the busy traffic in Mumbai. I could see the construction of new Sea Link connecting Worli and Bandra. I wished if it was completed by now so as to reach her fast.

As soon as the door bell rang, she opened the door for me. She almost fell into tears as soon as she saw me, I hugged her tight, trying to comfort her, it didn’t do any good. I had to find a solution to her problem.

“Nitya, go take a shower, lets go and consult  a doctor”. She didn’t utter a word, she came back in about 20 minutes. We took the lift down and I drove her car towards the nearest gynecologist. She was in a relationship with her co-worker for almost six months now. I never thought their relationship would go so deep. But it has, the gynecologist conformed it after the check up.

We decided to go to Bayview near Marine Drive. She was still not talking, I said, ” Either you speak up,or I am leaving, this is just to much of silence.” She lifted her head from the table, her eyes still filled. I continued, “Aren’t you considering speaking about this with Roshan ?. ”

She finally spoke, “No I can’t , he would not accept this, I don’t want him to be hurt.” I raised my eyebrows , she continued, “It’s like we have just begun our relationship and never thought of marriage till now.” I interrupted ,”Huh , how could you not tell about it after all that’s happened with you.”

No Ajay, ” It’s just not happening, the day all messed up was partially because of me, I walked into his flat late night, he was drunk because he didn’t get the promotion he deserved, he asked me to leave but I refuted and spent the night with him. He was sorry in the morning and he did ask me take the pills. But I didn’t and I never told him.”

So what’s next Nitya ? ARE YOU GONNA KILL YOUR CHILD ? , she took off from the table in a hurry and I could see her getting a cab as soon as I reached the exit. I took her car to the flat, her flat was locked, I dropped the keys underneath the door. I got a call from her in the night. She asked me to come to a hospital , I was bit hesitant , but she forced me to. I was worried if she was gonna do what I had shouted her.

I reached the hospital, the hospital policies required another person to sign the document for abortion. I don’t know why I did it, but eventually I was part of a murder. From that day, things went different, we never spoke much.I did miss her, but the realisation of a murder kept myself away from her.

I was forgetting everything till the phone rang again, it only said , “You are a murderer.” It was a male voice.


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