Chapter
1
The road was long. The sun beating down
on the concrete didn't help matters. Beads of sweat trickled down his brow even
as he watched the cars, buses and other vehicles speed past.
He was walking alone in his own thoughts... Dangerous ones as he contemplated
whether to take it or leave it... Revenge that is. But it was all complicated.
It wasn't ideally revenge in the first place. He was ready to face the
consequences of his actions be it death. But then another thought stuck him so
what if he was ready to part with the world any day. Would the other person be
ready? Wouldn't that person want more out of life than he ever did? He could
still feel the Adam’s apple of his friend bobbing up and down when he had
thoughts of crushing it. He was that close when he decided against it. All
because they were pulling each other’s legs and the guy had commented on
something that he didn’t like. But it was all forgotten and they were still
good friends. This was more done in zest and only he knew how close he had been
to crushing his friend’s windpipe. We all have the Hulk buried deep down under
somewhere and every now and then he just surfaces to tell you that he still
exists.
This had always been his
Achilles heel. Too much thought into things. He had always been a good boy
since childhood so much so that everybody liked him much. But what's it to be
liked when u ain't loved?
He decided that like all good things, this too needs to come to an end. He
decided to be bad. But try as he may, he couldn't come to terms with being bad.
He knew that there were
people who knew what he was talking about and questions would be asked. Did he
care???
But this was not the time
to think of these things. The states that he was in, a supposed annual ritual
which he carried out required him to curb any thoughts of lust, anger, and
emotion and only entertain thoughts of God. He had last done this 3 years back,
but this time it was different, He wasn’t able to concentrate and his mind kept
pulling him in different directions all the time. It was then with great
difficulty that he cleared his mind of all scandalous thoughts and deeds to
ensure a monk like stability before forgetting about all those thoughts.
However the purpose of his visit was clear – He wanted to stand before the
all-knowing one asking questions as to why his prayers of the last time went
unanswered. As a matter of fact all his prayers had vanished in thin air by the
time of this visit. He was losing faith by the day, by the hour. A devote was
turning into an atheist.
His life was like an open
book which could easily be pieced together if one met his friends, colleagues
and family. There were no skeletons hidden in the closet or any enemies lurking
in the shadows. If at all he had one, then he was the one whom he met every day
of his living life. Just when he would be getting dressed to go to office and
stand in front of the mirror, his worst enemy would show a glimpse of himself
before merging in the shadows…A tall guy with a slight paunch hidden well
underneath his shirt and balding head wearing the exact clothing as he was and
breathing the same air that he breathed, He knew exactly the one hurdle to his
dreams – himself.
Chapter
2
The campaign was all wrong. From the very beginning
he could feel that the approach to the campaign was incorrect and every time he
tried to right it, it became even more muddled. He had no one to blame but
himself since he was making all the decisions.
Part of the decision making also hinged on the fact that he was not
getting any younger. Now closer to the wrong end of the thirties, there was
pressure from all sides on him to get married and settle down. His parents had
been searching for a bride since the past 6 years. He lost his father in the
middle but that did not slow down the process. And now after 6 years and having
met 2-3 girls there was nothing to show for the efforts. Deep down, he knew
that this would never work. No matter how much others would try, it is
difficult for something to happen if the person does not put his heart and soul
into it. In this case, he had already lost it to someone else. So there was no
question of any other. But if anything came along, he would surely shoulder the
responsibility. He was never the kind to shy away from responsibilities. If
anything, he was always game to take on responsibilities and perform to the best
of his abilities.
It was the same attitude and approach that he
adopted in his work. Always game to take on more work, he would relish the fact
that he was the last to leave the office and would want to immerse himself in
work. It was his getaway and a perfect one at that. He never cared about
timings, holidays or anything else. Nothing deterred him from reaching his
office in time be it floods or curfews or any bandhs. He liked to be in the
thick of action and endure the pressure that came out of adhering to strict
deadlines and involved a high degree of skill and accuracy. However, at this
moment, after nearly 13 years, he was at cross roads. All this while, when he
worked, he never cared about his remuneration nor his standing in his job. But
now things had changed and he felt short-changed. The world had flown past him
and he seemed to be stuck in a time warp. All his close friends the ones from
school, college, his colleagues, everyone was well settled and doing well.
Though he felt good that they were all living good lives, this was his moment
of reckoning whence he found out that he earned nearly half of what she earned.
This would surely be a hindrance if at all it ever came to the crunch and he
wanted to change all that. Any window of opportunity that he may get, he wanted
to capitalise….