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Thursday, January 17, 2013

Womans World (Prose-1)

She remembered that time she caught him cheating, her husband of 10 years as of today. It was the same. He took a long time to answer the door. Wearing an ironed suit, said they had been watching a film and couldn't hear the bell, him and his good friend, her.
He even went on to introduce the woman. They shook hands. And then out of nowhere a stray underwear entered stage.
Cued the woman to put up an over aggressive show, tears, justifications, proofs and all that. ‘I am married, for Christ’s sake, please’
‘So is he’
It was him she wanted to talk to, but he stood without a word. It was the same.
There would have been a cunt of an awkward silence had the woman not filled it with her continuous babble.
How did it end? She couldn't help but console the woman. 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Gunshun (Part1)

Somebody hurt many bodies 
His gun took blame
Gun man is just a person
Take the guns, they said 
Take the guns, Take the guns 

Nobody wanted to know anything more
Everyone was after the guns
Took mine away

One day I took my father’s car
Drove over 200 persons at the fairground

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

He fell off the train.

7th January, the new year.

I was just in time and caught the 12:50 last Borivali local from Churchgate. There is Bandra, few minutes later, and then last Virar at 1, which for some reason I never rely on.
I wish I had looked at him more carefully. If he was drunk, or depressed, or whatever, I wish I had seen his face. Traced something, helped him maybe… or simply let him know he was noticed.
He stood at the door. Short guy, I believe wearing a reddish shirt. Slipped down so quietly as the train picked speed at Grant road station. Or was it Charni road I just can’t place.
What I do remember is that split of a second where I saw him try to reach out to the vertical bar at the door. I will never forget. And then he vanished. No sound, no texture, no color, no disturbance. If he was a magician, I’d say it was his finest trick. But that’s the thing; I don’t know who he was. And I realized twenty seconds later, as the train started to move again after a quick pause and the few people who had got down hoped back in hurriedly… Nobody worried.
Somewhere in the background the speaker growled, last train to Virar had been cancelled and the inconvenience caused was regretted. Everyone was instantly happy.
It was hard not to be. There was no visual cue to evoke sorrow, even for us who did get down to inspect. And too little time. The only red on the sides was the paan and tambaaku peek. For an incident so horrid, it was shamelessly clean.
It could well have been me. It could well have been you.
Rest in Peace Brother.