Short Story: High on Coffee

He pulled her towards his bare chest and said, “We have almost found the exact thing”

“But how did you find it,” exclaimed Vaishnavi as she unclipped herself from Surendar’s arms, with her eyes full of excitement, and sat upright in the bed.

Vaishnavi was restless in her black spaghetti tops and crimson crushed cotton shorts, as it was a breakthrough in their research project for their final year course on journalism.

“Please tell me, now. puhleeeessss” she begged.

“Okay, I’ll just tell you how I found out. Remaining details, I’ll show you tomorrow”

“Okay, what’s it?” enquired Vaishnavi.

“I visited my native yesterday. There I met this person who takes care of Crematory,” sighed Surendar and said, “He helped me in collecting few samples from buried corpse”

“What’s that? Did you get them here?”

“Yes”

“Come on let me see…” said Vaishnavi excitingly with her eyes wide open.

“No, not now. I said tomorrow, in the library.”

“Okay…” she said frowning.

It was already half past eleven pm on a Sunday night. She has placed her head in his chest and he was caressing the strands of hair falling on her forehead, thinking about tomorrow’s course of actions. Just two months remaining for thesis submission. His heart was thumping fast. She could clearly hear the vibrations. He was slowly dozing off, holding her in his arms. In a few minutes, she too drifted to the land of dreams as she closed her eyes resting on her beloved’s chest.

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Sitting alone in my room in the fifth floor of my apartment, it was very difficult for me to resist the urge. The urge to do it. I always tried to control my senses, but this time again, and every time, I fail before my own senses. I stand before my sub conscious, my head hanging down, and my own mind impregnated with the guilt.

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Shhh – The Secret Desires

Shhh!!

Who doesn’t have a secret desire or rather a desirous secret!

Back in kindergarten, a small boy would have had the secret desire to deceive the teacher’s eyes and run back home, escaping from the torture of repeating every line of rhymes, sung horribly by the teacher or writing A, B, C in those multicoloured four lined notebooks in a devastatingly tedious cursive handwriting. He also had the secret desire to escape from his mom’s wrath, when he playfully, carelessly loses his Geometry box in the school premises, even sometimes flicked by a notoriously naughty brat in his class.

*sigh*

Back in college days, every guy would have had a secret desire to win the pinky rose and cute heart of that-one-girl-from-city who never ceases to amuse them with her round inquisitive eyes and her sweet little lips which slips, dips and pouts at instances which guys never forget to remember. The desire to secretly encroach her heart, by helping her out with the for-loops, structures and polymorphisms in the computer laboratory periods with frequent ‘groundnuts’ charring in the conversations as if indigenously borne in each one of them, leaving others to gape in flaming awe and to many’s dismay.

*sigh*

Back in corporate training days, every single, yeah read as ‘single’ guys, who have failed to experience those sweet secrets – koo-chi-koo talks, late night SMS-ing her, weekend ‘enjoy maadi’ to Mayajaal, Satyam and Mahabalipuram, would have had a desperate desire – a secret desire rather, to get clandestinely committed to that one chick in the hall, who always completes her assignments in time and spends the remaining time in her mobile phone sandwiched intact in between her palms and ears. They even have a desire to walk casually with her to the office Food courts, Canteen, Coffee Machines, Coffee Cafe Days and to building lobbies to read newspaper and to hold their head high with pride and fall into the prejudice of incinerating their friends’ and onlookers’ stomach. Little did they know that, they are one among the many who hang out with her and not the only one hanging out with her!

*sigh*

Back in real testing times, when work piles up and tortures you with the ‘Kumbibaagam’ retribution as in “Garuda Puranam’, you have a secret desire for the client to drop a mail to you informing that he doesn’t want that particular functionality to be implemented in the module which is torturing you to hell. You even have a secret desire to show case to your manager, your extent of putting ‘extra efforts’ to fulfil the year’s goals by stretching more than one’s capability.

When the project gets implemented successfully and mails float to and fro from onsite to offshore, you have that ‘secret desire’ to find your name in the mail with a special mention for your dedication and commitment. Little did you know that few months later, some unfortunate cursed soul will be banging his head, to fix the fatal bug in the code cursing you – the code which you had worked day and night, invariably adds to your adversity.

*sigh*

Now, every blogger will have a secret desire to get 100s of comments in his blog for all the crap he writes and would refresh and check his mail every other second for the mail alert from the blog. The desire even secretly builds up to such an extent that it desires a dedicated Facebook page for your blog and 1000s of people ‘Liking’ it multiplying your fame to infinity!

Desires are easily mutable. It exists in every form and in every place. They are not controllable and acts like an unstable Uranium isotope. It is up to us to use cadmium or indium control rods of common sense well ahead, to prevent the uncontrolled fission reactions bursting later on!

So what’s your recent secret Desire?

Short Story: It happens again

“Dad, Tushar uncle has come” the voice from the hall disturbed my morning newspaper reading routine. It was my daughter Kalpana.  I was surprised to see Tushar at the door after a long time. We have been childhood friends and we discuss everything under the sky right from the school days.

“So tell me Tushar, what brought you today in this morning to me?

“Nothing special, just wanted to pay you a visit and enquire about your well being.”

“Oh, thank you very much for your kindness. By the way, I smell something curious in your face. You never pay sudden visits, that too in this morning. Tell me what is that I can do for you?” I wanted to know his purpose of visit. May be he is planning for his son’s marriage.

Tushar spoke after a small pause, “I happen to hear things from your daughter yesterday. Sounds ridiculous, Roy! You seem to have grown old and you need to take rest from this headmaster job, you do in the local school.”

“Rest!! I need one, but I’m perfectly fine. But what did you hear from her?” I enquired. I knew about what he is going to ask.

“Kalpana told me that you talk to her about your past…” He stopped abruptly.

I guessed right. She has told this to Tushar. Now I cannot hide things from him. He would not rest in peace without knowing things from me. I’ve been discussing this only with my daughter. Now time has come to tell this to my friend as well.

“Yes Tushar,” I spoke, “I started remembering my previous birth.”

“What?” He stared at me in bewilderment.

“I saw my death. I wanted to discuss this with someone. Someone, who can understand me better, so I’m telling this to you,” I said.

“Roy, trust me as how you trusted me before. Tell me what happened to you. I’ll try to help you any time.”

“I see my past. My memory registers feeble scenes from my previous birth. I was a human being. I remember myself sitting in an old hall with people sitting in their chairs and tables. The walls are not white washed recently. The dried stains of dirty rain water mixed with dust remained unwashed.”

“Oh that sounds like an office, then…”

“An old clock was ticking and the pendulum oscillating left and right. I sit in a small counter and dispensing small sheets of colorful paper bits. I see crowd. They always come to me asking for this. I give them for money.”

“I see. This sounds strange!” He replied.

“I remember the building. It is kind of very old. Not properly maintained. Something like that of very old government building.”

“So you must have been working in some government office, I guess” He said.

“May be, I guess”

“So what happened then?”

“Actually it’s not a sequence of events. They are randomly scattered events. I remember them here and there.”

“Hmmm…so tell me, what else do you remember from your previous birth?” Tushar became interested.

“I went to meet my friend; he was working in some local school”

“Uncle Coffee…” Kalpana interrupted.

“Thanks…” Tushar picked the tumbler from the plate and both of us again became serious in the discussion.

“You went to meet your friend?” Tushar linked my previous statement.

“Yes, I went to meet him. Just then I was about to leave, I remember giving him something.” I said sipping the coffee from the ‘ever silver’ tumbler.

“Sounds interesting!!”

“I gave him something and when I came out of the house, he came running towards me and said something. I have no clue on what he said.”

“That’s so sad Roy. You should recollect things better.”

“But you know what happened after that? It is important.” I said.

“Tell me quick. I got to go.”

“I died. I died of heart attack. May be due to the information he said about me.”

“About you?” Tushar looked puzzled, and he took something out of his bag and said, “Roy, this thing I want to give you. I just came for this as well”

“What is that?” I asked looking at the small parcel.

“Money Order” He answered, “I saw this money order and your address in the envelope. I thought I can take this opportunity to come and meet you.”

“Oh, thanks a lot. My brother has sent this.  He owes me this amount sometime back. Now he is returning this to me.” I was happy.

“Well then, I have to go. I have work in the office. I’ll come in the evening and will discuss the rest of your story.” Tushar was in hurry to leave.

“Okay, thanks for dropping by. I’ll recollect more and let you know much more details.” I said and he left my room.

“Bye uncle. Do come when you are free in the evening. My father would be happy to spend time with you.” I could hear Kalpana’s voice from the hall.

I wanted to sink again in the newspaper, but something struck me suddenly. I dashed towards the door and called “Tushaaaar……..”

He looked back.

“I remember something now.” I said in a hurry.

“What?” Tushar looked confused standing outside the house.

“I went to meet my friend who was working in the school” I said.

“Roy, you said this already, I have to leave now.”

“Yes, I do remember that. But I didn’t tell you what he was.”

Tushar looked irritated, “Okay tell me what he was”

“He was the headmaster of the school” I said.

“But what significance it has with you now. Good that you remembered now. Shall I leave? I have to be in my seat in another fifteen minutes. I’ve to dispense….”

Before Tushar could complete, I couldn’t control my curiosity to tell him this thing, “I remember one more thing now” I said in hurry without letting him speak.

“Roy, you are confused. Go and take some rest. I’ll be back in the evening and let us discuss this in leisure, I have to….”

I interrupted him, “In my last birth, I was working in the post office in the stamp dispensing counter” I blasted.

On hearing these words from my mouth, Tushar stood still as if hit by a high voltage surge and dropped in the floor, holding his chest and writhing and squiggling on the sandy road outside. A crowd gathered in the street lifting him and leading him to the nearby hospital. I couldn’t see the sight of my friend in that state and I ran towards the crowd.

Before anything could be done, he was no more. Doctor informed us that he passed away due to heart attack.

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The next day morning, I was reading the newspaper. My heart stopped for a second, reading the headlines in the local column of the page. The small rectangular piece of column bore these words in black and bold

“Family & Friends offers condolences to Tushar, a resident of Ramnagar, who was working in the local post office in the stamp dispensing counter attained almighty’s abode.

May God give him eternal rest and may his soul rest in peace.”

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P.S:- It happens again!

THE END