‘You shameless, useless, worthless, senseless, brainless …’ she was going on and on! I didn’t say anything as always. These days I had started realizing the disadvantages of getting late. You are too late for breakfast and too early for lunch! But mummy dear never bothered what time I got up. All she had to feed me off late were those beautiful words out of which I lessened out the ‘less’es and loved myself as someone with shame, use, worth, sense and brain.
Sitting at home for 2years is not easy for many people I’ve seen. They ask me sarcastically, ‘when will you become serious about your studies and life? For how long will you keep failing?’ I really don’t care about what they have to say. Because I know that they are jealous, I know that even they want to do nothing but are scared about the world! I’m not scared about the world … I’m only scared about my madness…!!!
‘You shameless, useless, worthless, senseless, brainless …’ her mother was going on and on! She didn’t keep quite like me. It was a big fight and loud screams out of my neighbor’s window. There were sounds of some utensils in the kitchen and stray dogs gathered to see who was making more noise than them!
We were both out of our houses and were staring at each other from inside the compounds. It was my turn to go out 1st and wait at the corner near a U-turn from our house which leads to a graveyard in front of a beautiful park. Even after waiting for 2 hours she had not come. I knew where she had gone, as always…
Instead of coming to the banyan tree around the corner or waiting for me at the park she was sitting and crying inside the graveyard.
‘You know there’s no one in my family who has died ever since I was born?’ she said.
Sitting at home for 2years is not easy for many people I’ve seen. They ask me sarcastically, ‘when will you become serious about your studies and life? For how long will you keep failing?’ I really don’t care about what they have to say. Because I know that they are jealous, I know that even they want to do nothing but are scared about the world! I’m not scared about the world … I’m only scared about my madness…!!!
‘You shameless, useless, worthless, senseless, brainless …’ her mother was going on and on! She didn’t keep quite like me. It was a big fight and loud screams out of my neighbor’s window. There were sounds of some utensils in the kitchen and stray dogs gathered to see who was making more noise than them!
We were both out of our houses and were staring at each other from inside the compounds. It was my turn to go out 1st and wait at the corner near a U-turn from our house which leads to a graveyard in front of a beautiful park. Even after waiting for 2 hours she had not come. I knew where she had gone, as always…
Instead of coming to the banyan tree around the corner or waiting for me at the park she was sitting and crying inside the graveyard.
‘You know there’s no one in my family who has died ever since I was born?’ she said.
‘Are you crying because you want to see someone buried from your family?’
‘No, I saw my mother’s name on that grave and started crying!’ she cried.
‘Let’s go from here… its lunch time now’
‘No, I want to booze today and forget all failures of my life’, she said depressingly.
‘OK, let’s go to K’
Very soon we were at the K Pub which was quite near to both of our houses. We had an agreement between us that whoever gets out of control would be taken care of by the other. We had our own reasons to get over drunk… sometimes it was out of pleasure and at times it was for sadness. Whatever the reason, one thing was common… her madness!
‘You know how much I’m in love?’ she asked.
‘No, I don’t know. You’ve not told me’.
‘What’s there to say? I’m not speaking truth just because I’m drunk… I always say this’
‘Ok, so you want me to love you as well?’
‘Idiot, you would you love me? You sicko!’ [That was not ‘you’ it was ‘why’ in her language.]
‘Then who are you in love with?’
‘My mother!’
‘Ok my dear madness. Spare me, let’s go out. You’ve had enough!’
‘No, please hold my hand. Take me to the dance floor. I want to dance till I fall off!’
I didn’t want a ‘zara sa jhoomloo main’ in a public place but she had already dragged me in. As the dancing continued, she fell off on my shoulder and I took her to the room where only 2 of us were in…
To be continued…
Very soon we were at the K Pub which was quite near to both of our houses. We had an agreement between us that whoever gets out of control would be taken care of by the other. We had our own reasons to get over drunk… sometimes it was out of pleasure and at times it was for sadness. Whatever the reason, one thing was common… her madness!
‘You know how much I’m in love?’ she asked.
‘No, I don’t know. You’ve not told me’.
‘What’s there to say? I’m not speaking truth just because I’m drunk… I always say this’
‘Ok, so you want me to love you as well?’
‘Idiot, you would you love me? You sicko!’ [That was not ‘you’ it was ‘why’ in her language.]
‘Then who are you in love with?’
‘My mother!’
‘Ok my dear madness. Spare me, let’s go out. You’ve had enough!’
‘No, please hold my hand. Take me to the dance floor. I want to dance till I fall off!’
I didn’t want a ‘zara sa jhoomloo main’ in a public place but she had already dragged me in. As the dancing continued, she fell off on my shoulder and I took her to the room where only 2 of us were in…
To be continued…
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