Something in the WaY

Knock knock.. just another day when my roomie knocks on my door and makes me to seperate from the dear sleep with whom I was involved in a rather romantic night. Just like any relationship.. we parted and my heart was not heavy, nor was my chest choking for breath.. One glimpse to the cute pic that she had first handed to me made me pass; from past to present in a jiffy of seconds.

My heart skipped a beat and I felt a lump of something which filled inside me, made me fall back on the already squeezed bed sheet. I could feel the stench filled in the room which was familiar with cigarette whiffs and the left over's from the day before.A squeeze on the already "raped" tooth paste tube blesses us with a drip of toothpaste which lazily lies onto the already over used tooth brush. The mirror smudged with water stains and balckened silver, shows my own reflection. My hazy vision tries and gets a glimpse of all my teeth to do that I have been doin from the time i could start chewing. Moving the hairy tool in wierd angles and filling my mouth with calcium aided foam, while another call to go sip on the opium of dawn rushed in. Rebin always has a shrill tone when he shouts. So i had to succumb.

The stairs seemed never ending as I pulled myself down it, trying to make my ear drums accustomed to the song ensuing as a result of the morning call from the T.V. Antony sat there crude in his very own expression. He always lived in a different world and this was the only time when his otherwise neatly combed hair could be seen out of its place. He was not interested in the liquid opium which accelerated our digestive system to remove the waste from our body. Any invite would be acknowledged with a big "no", which seemed more like
"Guys, get a life"

Rebin was already out and had unlocked his car and was trying to see if his hair was all in place, he dressed up as if he could go all the way to a party from there. I slid myself into the side seat, hearing Rebin react to our not so social neighbours. There were piles of work material that they had carefully strewn carelessly all around. We were the only people troubled by this, since the road ended right in front of the house we stayed. A fish monger sat in our path trying to add on to the already crowded area where Rebin tried hard to turn his car without any scratches. A twenty metre reverse drive and we were ready for our opium.

"Vikli the dog", looked at me with real emotional eyes. It had mixed feelings of helplessness, of a strange lost feeling, and another feeling which it always had, that of hunger. We ignored it as usual.

The liquid opium stall was like the stock markets, busy with homo sapiens at this time of the day. People trying hard to place their order, others trying to get on a conclusion on whether Sachin has to stop play or if the notorious Kerala external affairs minister's son should be arrested. A beggar roamed around the tea stall in hope of getting a crumb of "appam" or a free tea. An auto driver just rushed in with his loud acknowledgement to the person preparing the "hot tea". The man responds trying to juggle with his tea glass and the huge "tea kit". He nearly spills the hot water on the person standing next to him, who jumps off in time and gives a rather crude look at both the auto driver and the "tea man".

While I was in my chappals, puffing on a cigarette i had just bought,Rebin sipped on his hot tea and was giving his familiar chuckling laughter. He was feeling funny at the way a transport bus whiffed passed us with two heroes dangling on the footstep in a rather acrobatic but dangerous way. The heroes had a point there, they were just trying to satiate their testosterone, triggered by the gleeing college girls in the bus.

Sipping on my last drop of tea and squashing the cigarette butt, for a moment I felt like office really sucks. It was just that phase of a human being when he feels in one voice.. "education ruined me". Rebin's shout to get into the car brought me to reality that in half an hour i had a team meeting. Just then a school van passed us. A small girl in her neatly ironed shirt which was mostly covered by a neatly stitched pinaform looked right into my eyes and flashed a smile. It all happened in a few moments. Still she conveyed a lot. She let loose a world of happinness to me. She didnt advice me, nor did she say stories of an ivory tower with angels in it. Still i felt that within the moment my eye lashes blinked the whole world turned right around me. As i stepped into my car and saw Rebin adjusting his mirror to see if all his hair were intact, the same lump in me transformed to a jingle

Mixed with the horns and noise of the waking morn.. the jingle transformed into an anthem that rung loud in my ears .. "There is something beautiful about life.. Live it.. feel it.. meet it.. come what may love it "