The man who can't be moved- the Script

heard this song today... and this story just wrote itself...

“caught pneumonia I guess.. crazy bastard… I offered to take him to the hospital.. but he just wouldn’t let me…”

“sat here and refused to move I tell u.. been here two weeks… all he did was sing bout that girl..”
“I know.. pretty in the picture,.. but cold hearted bitch I’d say.. left the boy at the altar..”
“whats sad is that no one came to get him away from here.. he’s such a sweet boy..”
“u know.. the missus and I had a bad fight last week.. and he pretty much talked her out of it.. told her all about how hard it was to find love.. she listened to him when she wouldn’t hear me out..”

The whisperers fell silent at the sound of the police car pulling up..

“alright folks move it.. why is there such a crowd here?” it was the rookie, showing off on his first day..
“this is it son.. the singer’s corner.. the guy I was telling u about on the way here” said the senior constable..
“god.. I’m inheriting that crazy guy from you??”

The protests of the crowd silenced him quicker than the somber look on his senior’s face..

"No boy.. you’re not.. he died a half hour ago.. that’s why we rushed from the station without the last cup of tea”


The two cops moved through the crowd towards the body.. someone had shaved him.. prepared him for burial.. his guitar beside him, the girl’s picture on his chest..

“Oh GOD!!!! Its him!” all colour drained from the rookie’s face as he knelt beside the body..
“u know this guy?”

“yes.. he’s my sister’s fiancé… they had a fight the day before their wedding and she called it off.. he disappeared.. she couldn’t find him anywhere!”

“she what???”

Yeah.. she drove all over the city looking for him.. and…” he suddenly broke down crying..

“and … and she had a horrible car accident.. kept asking for him all the way to the hospital…”


He stumbled away from the stunned crowd.. the senior cop began to make arrangements for removal of the body.

“um.. sir?” it was the young couple..

“Shouldn’t we wait for her to come here? If she’s been searching for him..”

“she’s not gonna come..”

“well.. sure she’s in the hospital but someone from the family might..”

the policeman sighed..

“he’s got no family… and she died in that accident..”

random

it comes on suddenly.. like a fit that would send me falling to the floor, shaking like a leaf.. that makes me feel like i'll never be able to breathe again if this breath doesnt escape my lungs.. and i wheeze and puff and try to get it out but there's a vise around my lungs and there's nothing i can do but feel myself losing it.. hysteria overtakes conscious thought..

and then?
then i type.. or write.. i learnt a long time ago that putting words to feelings helps sort them out.. helps overcome them.. thats one reason i started this blog.. even if no one except a couple of friends who ocasionally remember it read it...  its still a place i can let things out in..

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on a completely unrelated note.. i think i'm falling in love with hockey... been watching India in the world cup matches.. n even though the team got jacked by both australia AND spain.. it was fun to watch.. guess its  the publicity.. but ive been wondering recently just why ive never seen this game before.......

valentine

petals are strewn around the floor as i walk in..  flickering shadows in the corners of the room.. an involuntary gasp escapes my lips at the sight of all the red color..

"surprised?"
my husband's voice comes from behind the door.. my heart thuds in response...

"when did you get back?" i can hear the tremor in my voice..
he steps towards me.. i can feel my heartbeat pick up..

"does it matter?" his voice is low.. almost hypnotic
i cant summon the air to respond as he pulls me closer and his fingers entangle in my hair..

"i came back early coz i didnt want you to be alone on our first valentine's day as a married couple.. but i see you didnt miss me at all.."
the glint of the knife in the candlelight dazzles my eyes for a short second before i crumple to the floor.. right next to the bled out body of my lover...

har lamha kisi ki ankh se ek ansoo tapakta hai.. kabhi un ansuon ko hi zamin pe girne do.. shayad usi katre bhar paani se faslein lehleha uthein...

i dont know why i thought of this... droughts, farmers' suicides and rising prices in the country.. dad was ranting this morning about how some politicians and sugar barons are making money by hoarding food supplies...
its a crazy world...

does it help??

there's a new trend on facebook this week... for women to write the colour of their bra (or a colour they find interesting for a bra) as a symbol of awareness about breast cancer, as their staus message... admittedly, i have followed the trend.. but i do have a few reservations about it..

1. how many women who have written whatever they have on their profiles are ACTUALLY aware of what breast cancer is and how to check for it??

2. how many women who have changed their status messages actually know what the trend really is talking about? so many ppl might just be doing it coz their friends are..

3. has anyone seen how many boys are discussing this trend and making rather stupid, rather lewd comments about it????? like.. they're having a field da discussing women's underwear coz it seems like fun to them.. there are guys talking bout teh kind of colours that their friends have mentioned, guys asking bout styles and making stupid comments about how 'stimulating' discussions about styles of lingerie is... i mean... guys get a life!!!! its supposed to spread awareness about cancer!!!!

does this little facebook game really help??

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well its nearly 4:30 am and the year's begun with a heck of  a lot of laughter and dancing.. considering what "they" say about the new year's eve.. i should have a fun new year ahead.. went for a big party tonight... again thanks to N.. we decided we'd be hanging out together no matter what we did this new year's and i got an extended invite to a party through her... it was quite an interesting experience..
amidst the bonfire and dancing and alcohol... there was an interesting interlude with two really drunken and rather silly young men who professed to be interested in flirting with us... as they tried to muscle in on dances and conversations.. we got a nightful of laughter and silly conversation.. here's to messieurs anand and anand who formed the main entertainmment on this new year's eve.. may you get a lot many more opportunities to talk ppl's ears off and leave them convulsing in laughter...

to everyone else... have an AMAZING new year people.. may 2010 bring all of god's grace on you all..
oh and a passing note to tinni... i had a longer conversation with cd tonight than i've had with you teh last coupla weeks... finish studying already... i miss you.. :(

have a fun new year all!! :)
love
annie