It was just another Monday. The only difference was I was having a feeling as if tomorrow is weekend since I killed my lovely weekend hours in office.
I desperately wanted to go home as soon as possible for two reasons – one it was 11:00 pm, second I was tired as I didn’t sleep last night.
I called her up and asked if she is coming.
I: Hey, I am leaving. Coming?
She: 30 minutes.
I: Ok. I am waiting.
These 30 minutes was the longest period of time in that whole day.
[after 30 minutes. She called.]
She: Can you come to my desk?
I: Sure.
I went to her desk and sat by her side watching her opening and closing the windows and appending the requests.
I didn’t know whether she was in problem or she wants my help in something. She didn’t speak anything. I just sat patiently not wanting to disturb her. And believe me this one hour sitting by her side just flew away like five minutes. And then suddenly she hit Windows+L and locked her PC.
While walking down on the stairs, I asked her if everything was done. She didn’t reply. Instead she pointed to towards ground flour.
I couldn’t figure out anything.
And when we reached the road, as she tried to say something she started crying with tears.
I couldn’t figure out much from her mumbling:
“What if something goes wrong? Why someone has to work this much? Why cant my boss understand? I have been here whole weekend.”
I put my hand on her shoulder and tried to console her.
I: Hey lil girl, you have done a great job. You have finished more than your share of work. It is not your fault if something goes wrong.
She: …
I: Even if something goes wrong, the world is not going upside down. What are you going to do for your dinner?
She: No. I am going to eat anything.
I: Uh.. Sweetheart, don’t be too hard on your self. Come to my place. I will prepare something for you and then leave you at your place.
She didn’t say anything.
Two hours back, I was completely tired and sleepy and didn’t even have the energy to talk. Now, I forgot everything. I was alive.
We went home and I prepared maggi and then I left her at her place.
This was the first time I, a kind of MCP (Male chauvinist pig), prepared a maggi for a girl and felt good in doing that.
The Price You Pay
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
The Price You Pay
You wake up in the morning and you are feeling a high pressure to pee but you realize that she is sleeping on your arm and you don’t want to wake her up. You just lie down watching her sleep and try to find out what she is dreaming about. She might be seeing her parents holding her high up in the sky and she feels like flying. You caress her hair with another hand and she cuddles and puts her arm around you and tries to poke her nose into your chest hair. You kiss her closed eyes through which you can see her eyeballs moving. You feel as if your lips just touched the petals of a rose.
It is the bliss, which makes you forget to pee!
She wakes up and holds you tight again but not tight enough to stop you from rushing to bathroom.
She struggles and prepares Maggi, which you never like but eat it and realize that you have started liking it.
While leaving for home, she gets a seat near the bathroom of compartment. She takes your hanky and wipes your sweat and puts it on her nose because she loves the stench of your sweat. It makes her feel that you are with her.
You had been studious in your whole life and never had courage to even defend yourself if some bully comes and slaps you. Suddenly one day you find a stranger in yourself who is as strong as a movie hero!
But you cannot be with her while crossing the big bridge called life because you are not wearing the same uniform as she is. She has to find another person in the same uniform. Although it is not necessary to wear the same uniform while crossing the bridge, it might be dangerous to be in a different uniform. This uniform called religion cannot be put on or off as and when you require.
While it is completely logical to let her go with the person having the same uniform, being a creature of habit and emotions, you find yourself shouting at the bridge and the uniform and even the people who want to accompany her. After shouting your guts out you learn to wait and watch people crossing the bridge while looking for a single person of your uniform. You still hope to meet her smiling and waving her hand to you during the journey and you prepare yourself for that moment.
And finally you find a good writer in you.
The pain is fair price for so many things you got.
It is the bliss, which makes you forget to pee!
She wakes up and holds you tight again but not tight enough to stop you from rushing to bathroom.
She struggles and prepares Maggi, which you never like but eat it and realize that you have started liking it.
While leaving for home, she gets a seat near the bathroom of compartment. She takes your hanky and wipes your sweat and puts it on her nose because she loves the stench of your sweat. It makes her feel that you are with her.
You had been studious in your whole life and never had courage to even defend yourself if some bully comes and slaps you. Suddenly one day you find a stranger in yourself who is as strong as a movie hero!
But you cannot be with her while crossing the big bridge called life because you are not wearing the same uniform as she is. She has to find another person in the same uniform. Although it is not necessary to wear the same uniform while crossing the bridge, it might be dangerous to be in a different uniform. This uniform called religion cannot be put on or off as and when you require.
While it is completely logical to let her go with the person having the same uniform, being a creature of habit and emotions, you find yourself shouting at the bridge and the uniform and even the people who want to accompany her. After shouting your guts out you learn to wait and watch people crossing the bridge while looking for a single person of your uniform. You still hope to meet her smiling and waving her hand to you during the journey and you prepare yourself for that moment.
And finally you find a good writer in you.
The pain is fair price for so many things you got.
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