A lover laid down on his bed
his eyes fell closed before he did
A hand came close and held him tight
his lover's love was clear and bright
She knew that he was close to death
a few small words slipped from his breath
a tear rolled down, dripped to her hand
She wrapped his arms around her chest
Laying down upon his heart
she cried out loud for it to start
but from his whisper, all she knew
her lover said...
"let me die... holding you"
Monday, December 10, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
And People say don’t think
As long as my dreams are always of you
As long as a couple means only two
As long as forever contains me and you
I'm thinking of you...
As long as the moon shines in your eyes
As long as faith will never die
As long as there's love between you and I
I'm thinking of you...
As long as our eyes meet in burning flame
As long as trust means 'no one's to blame'
As long as the hurt ends in no shame
I'm thinking of you...
As long as we survive as a pair
As long as I know that you'll always care
As long as love remains true and fair
I'm thinking of you...
As long as the calm follows the storm
As long as the need becomes well-worn
As long as I'm safe and left UN turn
I'm thinking of you...
As long as your love keeps me from harm
As long as we're together, I'll always be warm
As long as I stay wrapped in your arms
I'm thinking of you...
As long as a couple means only two
As long as forever contains me and you
I'm thinking of you...
As long as the moon shines in your eyes
As long as faith will never die
As long as there's love between you and I
I'm thinking of you...
As long as our eyes meet in burning flame
As long as trust means 'no one's to blame'
As long as the hurt ends in no shame
I'm thinking of you...
As long as we survive as a pair
As long as I know that you'll always care
As long as love remains true and fair
I'm thinking of you...
As long as the calm follows the storm
As long as the need becomes well-worn
As long as I'm safe and left UN turn
I'm thinking of you...
As long as your love keeps me from harm
As long as we're together, I'll always be warm
As long as I stay wrapped in your arms
I'm thinking of you...
We are not meant for each other.
There are ways I could have you,
Without a single word;
There are reasons I could give you,
That wouldn't sound absurd.
There are times I could want you,
That you will never feel;
There were moments you kiss me,
But they aren't even real.
There are words I should write you,
That never could explain-
There are actions that may hurt you,
But you'd never show the pain.
There are nights I could touch you,
That would end this ache inside,
There are feelings I should show you,
Where I wouldn't want to hide.
There are silences I could fill,
And heartbeats you would hear;
There are shadows where I'd whisper -
That, "love can conquer fear."
There are ways I could look at you,
When my heart is there to see;
There are dreams I would give you...
But they aren't meant to be.
Without a single word;
There are reasons I could give you,
That wouldn't sound absurd.
There are times I could want you,
That you will never feel;
There were moments you kiss me,
But they aren't even real.
There are words I should write you,
That never could explain-
There are actions that may hurt you,
But you'd never show the pain.
There are nights I could touch you,
That would end this ache inside,
There are feelings I should show you,
Where I wouldn't want to hide.
There are silences I could fill,
And heartbeats you would hear;
There are shadows where I'd whisper -
That, "love can conquer fear."
There are ways I could look at you,
When my heart is there to see;
There are dreams I would give you...
But they aren't meant to be.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Letz Play.
A nurse ... walks to her car ... after a late night shift. A huge parking lot … she's parked way in the back.
She sees Abhay in a wheel chair ... all alone, struggling ... trying to get into his minivan. All we see is the back of his head. She does a double-take and decides to offer her assistance.
Nurse: "Excuse me sir, do you need some help?"
Abhay: "No, but you do!"
Abhay flings his wheelchair to the side and lunges towards the nurse. All we see is a knife in one hand and a handkerchief in the other hand. (So he stabs her in the gut and knocks her out with the solution he has in the handkerchief) We see him lay on top of her.
Early the next morning: We see the nurse naked and bloody on the parking lot floor. A big patch of hair is missing and a heart is drawn on her chest in blood.
Detective: "Motherf****r."
We're still at the scene of the crime. Our detective (Manav) is still standing near the body. Other officers are examining the area near by.
An officer finds something on the other side of the parking lot.
Officer: "Manav! You better come take a look at this!"
Manav runs to the officer. Where the parking lot ends ... there's a dirt lot. He looks down at the floor and sees ... a bunch of hair, a queen of hearts playing card and a bloody knife stuck through the card ... the knife is standing straight up in the air.
Our Abhay is at a pay phone. We can’t see his face.
Abhay: "Last night. Hilton towers parking lot. Queen of hearts. Your move."
Vishal: "Well played."
Six days later: We’re in Manav’s place he’s just had a nightmare about the killing (a quick flash of the dead nurse). His alarm clock goes off. He’s wakes up in a cold sweat.
Manav: “Aaahh … holy shit.”
He gets out of bed. He goes to his kitchen pours himself a cup of coffee and sits at his kitchen table. He opens the nurses file and studies her pictures again.
Same day; Boston: We’re now in Vishal’s apartment studio. He’s wearing gloves and is also studying pictures of the dead nurse.
Vishal: “That shouldn’t be too hard to beat.”
He grabs the pictures of the nurse. He stands up and goes to the kitchen stove. He turns on the stove and burns the pictures of the nurse. He grabs a deck of cards and pulls out a king of diamonds. He puts the king of diamonds in his shirt pocket and walks out the front door.
Taj Lands End, parking structure, late night: Our Vishal is standing outside of his car. He’s looking into the car through the window. He’s locked his keys in his car. The window is slightly cracked open. Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone walking by. He struggles with the window.
Vishal: “Excuse me, Sir?” “I locked my keys in my car.” “You gotta phone I could use?”
The man is over weight. In a suit … looks like a business man … he’s carrying a briefcase.
Business Man: “Is your window open at all?”
Vishal: “Yeah, a little but not enough to hit my hand through.”
Business Man: “I think I have a hanger in my car.”
The business man walks slowly to his car. It’s easy to tell that he doesn’t sense any danger. He gets to his car. Pops his trunk open. He throws his briefcase in the trunk and looks for a hanger. He leaning into his trunk, his back is turned towards Vishal.
Vishal sneaks up behind the business man. We see a knife go in the business mans side and a handkerchief go over his face.
We see the business man. He faced down, dead and naked. A piece of skin in the shape of a diamond has been cut out of his back.
Vishal is standing over the body. He takes a picture. He pulls the king of diamonds out of his shirt pocket. He tosses the king of diamonds on the dead body and walks away.
Vishal at a pay phone. We can’t see his face.
“Last night. Taj Lands End, King of diamonds. Your up.”
Abhay: “I love this game.”
A younger detective walks into Manav’s office. He has an urgent look on his face.
Young Detective: “Manav, you gotta see this!”
The younger detective turns around and goes back to his desk. Manav stands up and follows him.
The younger detective shows Manav a news story he pulled up in the paper. The headline reads: “King of Diamonds Killer Baffles Taj Lands End & Hilton Towers”.
Current proceeding- Detective Manav says ‘Apart from the two cards all the other face cards are left, which clearly signifies other killings in future’
The case is still open in the jurisdiction of these areas…
Special Thanks- “I love killing people because man is the most dangerous
animal.”
She sees Abhay in a wheel chair ... all alone, struggling ... trying to get into his minivan. All we see is the back of his head. She does a double-take and decides to offer her assistance.
Nurse: "Excuse me sir, do you need some help?"
Abhay: "No, but you do!"
Abhay flings his wheelchair to the side and lunges towards the nurse. All we see is a knife in one hand and a handkerchief in the other hand. (So he stabs her in the gut and knocks her out with the solution he has in the handkerchief) We see him lay on top of her.
Early the next morning: We see the nurse naked and bloody on the parking lot floor. A big patch of hair is missing and a heart is drawn on her chest in blood.
Detective: "Motherf****r."
We're still at the scene of the crime. Our detective (Manav) is still standing near the body. Other officers are examining the area near by.
An officer finds something on the other side of the parking lot.
Officer: "Manav! You better come take a look at this!"
Manav runs to the officer. Where the parking lot ends ... there's a dirt lot. He looks down at the floor and sees ... a bunch of hair, a queen of hearts playing card and a bloody knife stuck through the card ... the knife is standing straight up in the air.
Our Abhay is at a pay phone. We can’t see his face.
Abhay: "Last night. Hilton towers parking lot. Queen of hearts. Your move."
Vishal: "Well played."
Six days later: We’re in Manav’s place he’s just had a nightmare about the killing (a quick flash of the dead nurse). His alarm clock goes off. He’s wakes up in a cold sweat.
Manav: “Aaahh … holy shit.”
He gets out of bed. He goes to his kitchen pours himself a cup of coffee and sits at his kitchen table. He opens the nurses file and studies her pictures again.
Same day; Boston: We’re now in Vishal’s apartment studio. He’s wearing gloves and is also studying pictures of the dead nurse.
Vishal: “That shouldn’t be too hard to beat.”
He grabs the pictures of the nurse. He stands up and goes to the kitchen stove. He turns on the stove and burns the pictures of the nurse. He grabs a deck of cards and pulls out a king of diamonds. He puts the king of diamonds in his shirt pocket and walks out the front door.
Taj Lands End, parking structure, late night: Our Vishal is standing outside of his car. He’s looking into the car through the window. He’s locked his keys in his car. The window is slightly cracked open. Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone walking by. He struggles with the window.
Vishal: “Excuse me, Sir?” “I locked my keys in my car.” “You gotta phone I could use?”
The man is over weight. In a suit … looks like a business man … he’s carrying a briefcase.
Business Man: “Is your window open at all?”
Vishal: “Yeah, a little but not enough to hit my hand through.”
Business Man: “I think I have a hanger in my car.”
The business man walks slowly to his car. It’s easy to tell that he doesn’t sense any danger. He gets to his car. Pops his trunk open. He throws his briefcase in the trunk and looks for a hanger. He leaning into his trunk, his back is turned towards Vishal.
Vishal sneaks up behind the business man. We see a knife go in the business mans side and a handkerchief go over his face.
We see the business man. He faced down, dead and naked. A piece of skin in the shape of a diamond has been cut out of his back.
Vishal is standing over the body. He takes a picture. He pulls the king of diamonds out of his shirt pocket. He tosses the king of diamonds on the dead body and walks away.
Vishal at a pay phone. We can’t see his face.
“Last night. Taj Lands End, King of diamonds. Your up.”
Abhay: “I love this game.”
A younger detective walks into Manav’s office. He has an urgent look on his face.
Young Detective: “Manav, you gotta see this!”
The younger detective turns around and goes back to his desk. Manav stands up and follows him.
The younger detective shows Manav a news story he pulled up in the paper. The headline reads: “King of Diamonds Killer Baffles Taj Lands End & Hilton Towers”.
Current proceeding- Detective Manav says ‘Apart from the two cards all the other face cards are left, which clearly signifies other killings in future’
The case is still open in the jurisdiction of these areas…
Special Thanks- “I love killing people because man is the most dangerous
animal.”
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Teaser for my new article- THE STORY OF LOVE...
You've got to laugh a little, cry a little, Sometimes let your poor heart die a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
You've got to live a little and cry a little, Sometimes let your poor heart die a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
{Stay there}
You've got to give a little, take a little, Sometimes let your poor heart break a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
Now as long as there's just the two of us, Don't need nobody to moan; As long as there's just two of us And we're lying right down here on our own. You've got to laugh a little and cry a little, Sometimes let your poor heart die a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
You've got to live a little and give a little, Sometimes let yourself live a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
Now as long as there's just two of us, We don't need the world and it's charms. Now as long as there's just two of us [And we've got] each other's arms.
You've got to laugh a little and cry a little, Sometimes let your poor heart die a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
You've got to give a little and take a little, Sometimes let your poor heart break a little. That's the story of, and that is the real glory of love.
You've got to live a little and cry a little, Sometimes let your poor heart die a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
{Stay there}
You've got to give a little, take a little, Sometimes let your poor heart break a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
Now as long as there's just the two of us, Don't need nobody to moan; As long as there's just two of us And we're lying right down here on our own. You've got to laugh a little and cry a little, Sometimes let your poor heart die a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
You've got to live a little and give a little, Sometimes let yourself live a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
Now as long as there's just two of us, We don't need the world and it's charms. Now as long as there's just two of us [And we've got] each other's arms.
You've got to laugh a little and cry a little, Sometimes let your poor heart die a little. That's the story of, and that is the glory of love.
You've got to give a little and take a little, Sometimes let your poor heart break a little. That's the story of, and that is the real glory of love.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Envelope...
Rishi began to dial number slowly, as he had done almost every evening at 6 since the day his father has passed away. For the next 15 mins he settled back to listen to what his mother had been up to that day.
She led such a sober life, that she rarely had anything of interest too tell him, least of all on Saturday. She had coffee every morning with her oldest friend, Mili and on Wednesdays and Fridays she plays cards with society friends. On Tuesdays and Thursdays she visited her sister, which at least gave her some grumble when he rang on those evenings.
Her only different activity being to purchase the bulky Sunday Times after lunch a strange tradition which atleast gave her chance to inform her son which stories to check on the following day.
For rishi every morning the conversation would consist of few appropriate questions depending on the day….
Rishi dialed the last digit number and waited for her to pick up the phone. He had already prepared himself to be told what he should look out for in tomorrow’s Sunday times. It usually took two or three rings before she answered the phone, the amount of time required for her to walk from chair by the window to the phone on the other side of the room. When the phone rang four, five, six, seven, rishi began to wonder if she might be out, but that wasn’t possible, she was never out after 6 she always kept her schedule.
Finally, he heard a click. He was about to say, ‘hi mom, its rishi’ when he heard a voice which was certainly not his mother’s and it was already in mid conversation. Thinking he has crossed-lined, he was about to put down, when some voice said ‘there’ll be 7crores in it for you. All you have to do is to turn up and collect it. It’s in an envelope for you at SB.
So where is SB? Asked a new voice.
‘It’s on the corner of the causeway. They will be expecting you at 7.
Rishi tried not to breathe in and out as he wrote address on the pad by the phone.
‘How will they know the envelope is for me’? Asked second voice.
‘You just ask for the copy of Times of India and hand over 100rs. He’ll give you change along with envelope. Don’t open the envelope until your are in a safe place- there are lots of people in Mumbai who wants to get their hands on this money. And what ever happens you don’t ever contact me again.
The line went dead.
Rishi hung up, having completely forgotten that he was meant to be ringing his mom.
He relaxed for some time and considered what he has to next- if anything. His wife has gone to pick up the kids as she does on every Saturday. They weren’t expected to return until 10.
Rishi then checked the directory looking for SB. He quickly found out it and started calculating the time of traveling. It would take him half and hour to get over to Westside. It was 6.14. What was he thinking of? He had no intention of going anywhere. To start with he didn’t have 100rs note.
Rishi took his wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket and counted: Rs37
He walked to kitchen to check Ria’s cash box. It was locked and he couldn’t remember where she had kept keys.
He took a screw-driver from the drawer beside the stove and forced the box to open: another 22rs. He rushed to another room and checked his jacket another 10rs and 75 paisa
He then rush to his daughters room broke her piggy bank: another 6rs and 75paisa.
He sat on the end of the bed, desperately trying to concentrate, then recalled that a 50Rs note he always kept folded in the driving license for emergencies. He added up all his gatherings they came up to 117.50Rs.
Rishi checked his watch, it was 6.23 he would just go and take a look.
He took his old coat, went out of his apartment, checking as he left that all three locks on. He pressed the elevator button, but there was no sound. Out of order again. So he jogged down the stairs.
The barman smiled at him, as he walked in. rishi enquired whether he had a 100rs note, and took one from him.
He walked slowly for the two blocks until he came to a bus stop. He thought he would be too late but… the bus came, he climbed, paid his fare and planned to do once he reached Westside.
He was so deep in his thoughts that he missed his stop and walk back.
As he got nearer to causeway, he found his pace slowing with every step, but there it was just a billboard with white on blue ‘causeway’ he checked his watch again it was 6.49.
He stared across, opposite side; there came people in and out of SB.
He paused at the door of SB behind the counter was a man stacking some newspaper. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans. Must be 40 and six foot tall and a well built body.
A customer behind rishi brushed him and asked for the packet of cigarettes. As the customer went rishi slipped his hand in his pocket took out 100rs from his wallet.
The man behind counter waited impassively as rishi slowly slipped his wallet back in his pocket.
‘The Times of India’, rishi heard himself saying, as he placed 100rs on the counter.
The guy at the counter glanced at his watch and then to the note. He seemed to hesitate for the moment, until he reached under the counter. The man emerged with a thick, long, white envelope and passed it along with the news paper, his face totally impassive and then gave him change of 100rs.
Rishi went out in a hurry and ran, frequently glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was following him.
Rishi then took a cab.
As the cab eased in the traffic, rishi took the envelope. He could hear his heart bumping. For the next 15mins he spent most of his time looking sat the side window.
When he spotted ‘Ravissant’. He came out of the cab handling over a 15rs note and went towards a subway. He crossed the road went in the opposite direction and took another cab. He congratulated himself for this bluffing which he took from some silly movie.
Once he came near to his locality he left cab and started to walk back to home. He reached his society, pressed elevator button- still not working he jogged again 7 floors up.
He simply ran inside his home and slammed the door. He then rested against the wall.
He was pulling the envelope out of his inside jacket the phone rang. His first thoughts were some how he got traced and that guys need their money back. He stared at the phone for a moment and then nervously picked up the receiver.
‘hello rishi is that you’
Then he remembered ‘yes mom’
‘You didn’t cal at six’ she said.
‘I m sorry mom I did but…’ he tried to avoid telling her mom.
‘I have been calling you past half and hour, have you been out’?
‘only to the bar across the lane, I go there for a drink when ria and kids are out’.
He placed the envelope next to him, waiting some miracle happens but aware that he would have to stay to go through the usual routine.
‘Anything interesting in the paper mom’?
‘Not much’, she replied.
Now a day’s papers are full of politics, p3 and cricket.
‘Mom I can hear Ria’s step and kids giggling so bye and looking forward to have lunch with you.
‘But I haven’t told you about the fascinating stuff in the paper.
‘I am still listening’, said Rishi.
‘It’s a story about the scam recently grabbing in the city’.
Rishi began to open the envelope slowly
‘It seems that the gang has found a way of tapping into your phone while you’re dialing number…’
Another inch and the envelope is open in front of him.
‘So dial and you think you think you have got a crossed line’.
Rishi took his finger out of the envelope and began to listen carefully.
‘Then they set you as if you are hearing a real conversation’.
Sweat began to appear on his face.
‘They make you to come to some part of the city hand 100rs and you’ll get 7crores in exchange’.
‘Rishi thought that how easily he had fallen into their trap’.
‘They are using tobacconists and newspaper agents in the scam’.
‘So what’s in the envelope?’
‘Now that’s where they are already clever’, said his mom.
‘They have put in small booklet that gives advice how you can earn 7crores and its illegal and even it’s of 100rs a cover.
I already have, mom, Rishi wanted to say, but he just slammed the phone down and stared at the envelope.
The front door bell rang. Ria and kids must be back and she did probably forgotten her keys again.
The bell rang the second time.
‘Ok I m coming’, he shouted. He threw the envelope away.
Rishi pulled the door and found 3 massive men standing in the hall way. The man with black t-shirt leapt in and put a knife to rishi’s throat, while the other two grabbed him by arm. The door slammed shut behind him.
‘Where is it’? a guy shouted holding the knife.
‘What the hell are you talking about?’ shouted Rishi.
‘Don’t play games with us. We need our 7crores back’.
‘But their was no money inside, just a book and that too I threw’.
The man in black t-shirt cocked his head, while the other two fell silent. They ran towards kitchen.
‘Ok, then we’ll have to do the same thing with you’. The two men picked up Rishi like a sack of potatoes and carried him to the kitchen.
Just as Rishi’s head was about to disappear down the kitchen, he broke from his incineration and the phone and the front door bell began ringing at the same time……….
She led such a sober life, that she rarely had anything of interest too tell him, least of all on Saturday. She had coffee every morning with her oldest friend, Mili and on Wednesdays and Fridays she plays cards with society friends. On Tuesdays and Thursdays she visited her sister, which at least gave her some grumble when he rang on those evenings.
Her only different activity being to purchase the bulky Sunday Times after lunch a strange tradition which atleast gave her chance to inform her son which stories to check on the following day.
For rishi every morning the conversation would consist of few appropriate questions depending on the day….
Rishi dialed the last digit number and waited for her to pick up the phone. He had already prepared himself to be told what he should look out for in tomorrow’s Sunday times. It usually took two or three rings before she answered the phone, the amount of time required for her to walk from chair by the window to the phone on the other side of the room. When the phone rang four, five, six, seven, rishi began to wonder if she might be out, but that wasn’t possible, she was never out after 6 she always kept her schedule.
Finally, he heard a click. He was about to say, ‘hi mom, its rishi’ when he heard a voice which was certainly not his mother’s and it was already in mid conversation. Thinking he has crossed-lined, he was about to put down, when some voice said ‘there’ll be 7crores in it for you. All you have to do is to turn up and collect it. It’s in an envelope for you at SB.
So where is SB? Asked a new voice.
‘It’s on the corner of the causeway. They will be expecting you at 7.
Rishi tried not to breathe in and out as he wrote address on the pad by the phone.
‘How will they know the envelope is for me’? Asked second voice.
‘You just ask for the copy of Times of India and hand over 100rs. He’ll give you change along with envelope. Don’t open the envelope until your are in a safe place- there are lots of people in Mumbai who wants to get their hands on this money. And what ever happens you don’t ever contact me again.
The line went dead.
Rishi hung up, having completely forgotten that he was meant to be ringing his mom.
He relaxed for some time and considered what he has to next- if anything. His wife has gone to pick up the kids as she does on every Saturday. They weren’t expected to return until 10.
Rishi then checked the directory looking for SB. He quickly found out it and started calculating the time of traveling. It would take him half and hour to get over to Westside. It was 6.14. What was he thinking of? He had no intention of going anywhere. To start with he didn’t have 100rs note.
Rishi took his wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket and counted: Rs37
He walked to kitchen to check Ria’s cash box. It was locked and he couldn’t remember where she had kept keys.
He took a screw-driver from the drawer beside the stove and forced the box to open: another 22rs. He rushed to another room and checked his jacket another 10rs and 75 paisa
He then rush to his daughters room broke her piggy bank: another 6rs and 75paisa.
He sat on the end of the bed, desperately trying to concentrate, then recalled that a 50Rs note he always kept folded in the driving license for emergencies. He added up all his gatherings they came up to 117.50Rs.
Rishi checked his watch, it was 6.23 he would just go and take a look.
He took his old coat, went out of his apartment, checking as he left that all three locks on. He pressed the elevator button, but there was no sound. Out of order again. So he jogged down the stairs.
The barman smiled at him, as he walked in. rishi enquired whether he had a 100rs note, and took one from him.
He walked slowly for the two blocks until he came to a bus stop. He thought he would be too late but… the bus came, he climbed, paid his fare and planned to do once he reached Westside.
He was so deep in his thoughts that he missed his stop and walk back.
As he got nearer to causeway, he found his pace slowing with every step, but there it was just a billboard with white on blue ‘causeway’ he checked his watch again it was 6.49.
He stared across, opposite side; there came people in and out of SB.
He paused at the door of SB behind the counter was a man stacking some newspaper. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans. Must be 40 and six foot tall and a well built body.
A customer behind rishi brushed him and asked for the packet of cigarettes. As the customer went rishi slipped his hand in his pocket took out 100rs from his wallet.
The man behind counter waited impassively as rishi slowly slipped his wallet back in his pocket.
‘The Times of India’, rishi heard himself saying, as he placed 100rs on the counter.
The guy at the counter glanced at his watch and then to the note. He seemed to hesitate for the moment, until he reached under the counter. The man emerged with a thick, long, white envelope and passed it along with the news paper, his face totally impassive and then gave him change of 100rs.
Rishi went out in a hurry and ran, frequently glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was following him.
Rishi then took a cab.
As the cab eased in the traffic, rishi took the envelope. He could hear his heart bumping. For the next 15mins he spent most of his time looking sat the side window.
When he spotted ‘Ravissant’. He came out of the cab handling over a 15rs note and went towards a subway. He crossed the road went in the opposite direction and took another cab. He congratulated himself for this bluffing which he took from some silly movie.
Once he came near to his locality he left cab and started to walk back to home. He reached his society, pressed elevator button- still not working he jogged again 7 floors up.
He simply ran inside his home and slammed the door. He then rested against the wall.
He was pulling the envelope out of his inside jacket the phone rang. His first thoughts were some how he got traced and that guys need their money back. He stared at the phone for a moment and then nervously picked up the receiver.
‘hello rishi is that you’
Then he remembered ‘yes mom’
‘You didn’t cal at six’ she said.
‘I m sorry mom I did but…’ he tried to avoid telling her mom.
‘I have been calling you past half and hour, have you been out’?
‘only to the bar across the lane, I go there for a drink when ria and kids are out’.
He placed the envelope next to him, waiting some miracle happens but aware that he would have to stay to go through the usual routine.
‘Anything interesting in the paper mom’?
‘Not much’, she replied.
Now a day’s papers are full of politics, p3 and cricket.
‘Mom I can hear Ria’s step and kids giggling so bye and looking forward to have lunch with you.
‘But I haven’t told you about the fascinating stuff in the paper.
‘I am still listening’, said Rishi.
‘It’s a story about the scam recently grabbing in the city’.
Rishi began to open the envelope slowly
‘It seems that the gang has found a way of tapping into your phone while you’re dialing number…’
Another inch and the envelope is open in front of him.
‘So dial and you think you think you have got a crossed line’.
Rishi took his finger out of the envelope and began to listen carefully.
‘Then they set you as if you are hearing a real conversation’.
Sweat began to appear on his face.
‘They make you to come to some part of the city hand 100rs and you’ll get 7crores in exchange’.
‘Rishi thought that how easily he had fallen into their trap’.
‘They are using tobacconists and newspaper agents in the scam’.
‘So what’s in the envelope?’
‘Now that’s where they are already clever’, said his mom.
‘They have put in small booklet that gives advice how you can earn 7crores and its illegal and even it’s of 100rs a cover.
I already have, mom, Rishi wanted to say, but he just slammed the phone down and stared at the envelope.
The front door bell rang. Ria and kids must be back and she did probably forgotten her keys again.
The bell rang the second time.
‘Ok I m coming’, he shouted. He threw the envelope away.
Rishi pulled the door and found 3 massive men standing in the hall way. The man with black t-shirt leapt in and put a knife to rishi’s throat, while the other two grabbed him by arm. The door slammed shut behind him.
‘Where is it’? a guy shouted holding the knife.
‘What the hell are you talking about?’ shouted Rishi.
‘Don’t play games with us. We need our 7crores back’.
‘But their was no money inside, just a book and that too I threw’.
The man in black t-shirt cocked his head, while the other two fell silent. They ran towards kitchen.
‘Ok, then we’ll have to do the same thing with you’. The two men picked up Rishi like a sack of potatoes and carried him to the kitchen.
Just as Rishi’s head was about to disappear down the kitchen, he broke from his incineration and the phone and the front door bell began ringing at the same time……….
Monday, July 30, 2007
In memory of those who never come back...
All the guests were seated around the break-fast table when Alpa Rupani strode into the room, clutching the morning paper. she took a long white envelope from the pile and handed it over to her oldest pal.
A puzzled look came over to Gia's face. who could possibely know that she was spending weekend with old friends. Then, she saw the familiar handwriting, and had to smile at his ingenuity. she hoped her husband Nick, who was seated at the far end of the table, hadn't noticed, and was relieved to see that he remained engrossed in his copy of The Times.
Gia was trying to wedge her thumb into the corner of the envelope while keeping an eye on Nick, when suddenly he glanced accross at her and smiled. she returned the smile, dropped the envelope in her lap, picked up her fork and concentrated in her breakfast.
she made no attempt to retrieve the letter until her husband had disappeared back behind the paper. once he had turned to the business section, she placed the envelope on her right hand side, picked up the butter knife and slipped it into the corner slowly, she began to slit it open. Having completed the task, she returned the knife to its place by the side of the dish.
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Before making her next move, she once again glance across in the direction of her husband, to check that he was still hidden behind his newspaper. He was..
She held down the envelope with her left hand, while carefully extracting the letter with her right hand. she then secretly placed the envelope in the bag by her side.
She looked down carefully at the paper, folded in three. One more casual glance in Nick's direction. As he remained busy, she unfolded the two page letter.
No date, No address, the first page as always, written on the continuation paper.
'My Darling Ria' the first night of the dream in Nainital, followed by the first night they had slept together. Two firsts on the same night, he had remarked, 'I m sitting in my bedroom, compiling these beautiful thoughts, only momemts after you left me. This is the third attempt, as i cant find the right words to let you know how really i feel'.
Gia smiled. For a man who has made his fortune with words, that must have been quite difficult for him to admit.
' Last night you were everything a man could ask from a lover. You were exiting, tender, teasing, beautiful, poisionous and...'
' Its been a year since we met at wai(a place near Panchgani) and as i have often told you, i wanted you to come back with me that evening. I lay awake all night imagining you lying next to the foolish.' Gia glanced across the table to see that Nick had reached the back page of the paper.
'And then there was that chance meeting at mess- but it was still to be another 11 days before you were unfaithful for the first time, and then not the foolish was away in Nainital. That night went far too quickly for me.
'I cant imagine what that prune would have made of it, if he had seen you in your maids outfit. He'd have probably assumed that you always tidied up the drawing room in the Woodstock hotel in the white see-thru blouse, no bra, a skin tight black leather skirt with a zip to the front, long heels and not forgetting your lipstick.'
Gia looked up again and wondered if she was blushing. If he had really enjoyed himself that much, she would have to go for it again. She continued reading the letter...
'My darling, there is no aspect of our lovemaking that i dont relish, but i confess that what turns me on the most is the places you choose when you can take only an hour off..I recall every one of them...On the back seat of your car, the service lift, the loo at the hotel, but the most exiting of all was that of the little box in the dresscircle & obviously in the steps of ur place.'
Gia giggled and quickly placed the letter back into her lap as Nick peered round the side of his newspaper.
'What made you laugh my dear?' he asked
' The picture of jamesbond landing in the dome', Nick looked puzzled- on the front page of the paper.
'Ah, yes' he smiled and returned to the business section.
'What maddens me most about ur trip to with your idiotic friends Alpa Rupani is the thought of you and prune in the same bed. I've tried to convince myself that they are all well mannered'.
Gia nodded, as wishing to tell him that he has guessed correctly.
'And does he really snore like hell, and, dressed shabbily, as thought to fashionably designed by Armani'.
This time Gia burst out laughing, and was only rescued by Alpa rising from his end of the table to enquire, 'Anyone care to make up 4 for tennis? The weatherforecast is predicting that the snowfall will stop long before the morning is out'.
'I'll be happy to join you', said Gia, secreting the letter back under the table.
'How about you, Nick?' asked Alpa.
Gia watched her husband folding up the paper and then he shook his head.
Oh my God, ' thought Gia. he is badly dressed.
I'd love to, said Nick, but i m afraid i have to make a phone call.
As, they continued their chatting Gia didn't responded as she was bearing him from past seven years.
Nick glanced towards her and said- if you need me im in the bedroom
She was about to return to the letter when she noticed that Nick had left his glasses on the table she would take them when she returns to the room.
She moved to the next page-
'Let me tell you what i have planned for our anniversary weekend while the prune is away at his conference at Delhi. I've booked us back to wai, so we'll be in the same room in which we spent our first night together. This time there will be a change in the atmosphere.'
'I want to be tied to a 4-corner bed, with you standing over me in a police sergent's uniform: whistle, handcuffs & black outfit. you're not to release me until i scream at the top of noise, the way you did in the parking lot.'
Until then,
'Your loving...........'
Gia raised her head and smiled wondering that from where she could get her hands on the police sergant's uniform. She was about to turn back to the front page and read the letter all over again when she noticed a note with three underlines-
NOTE--- 'I wonder what the prune is up to right now'.
Gia looked up to see that Nick's glasses were not there.
'What scoundrel could write such a letter to a married women?' demanded Nick as he adjusted his glasses.
Gia turned horrified to see her husband behind and staring at the letter, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
'Dont ask me' she said calmly as Alpa appeared from that side with tennis racket in her hand.
Gia folded the letter, passed it over to her oldest pal and said-
'FASCINATING, MY DEAR , BUT FOR YOUR SAKE I DO HOPE NOBODY NEVER FINDS OUT'.
A puzzled look came over to Gia's face. who could possibely know that she was spending weekend with old friends. Then, she saw the familiar handwriting, and had to smile at his ingenuity. she hoped her husband Nick, who was seated at the far end of the table, hadn't noticed, and was relieved to see that he remained engrossed in his copy of The Times.
Gia was trying to wedge her thumb into the corner of the envelope while keeping an eye on Nick, when suddenly he glanced accross at her and smiled. she returned the smile, dropped the envelope in her lap, picked up her fork and concentrated in her breakfast.
she made no attempt to retrieve the letter until her husband had disappeared back behind the paper. once he had turned to the business section, she placed the envelope on her right hand side, picked up the butter knife and slipped it into the corner slowly, she began to slit it open. Having completed the task, she returned the knife to its place by the side of the dish.
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Before making her next move, she once again glance across in the direction of her husband, to check that he was still hidden behind his newspaper. He was..
She held down the envelope with her left hand, while carefully extracting the letter with her right hand. she then secretly placed the envelope in the bag by her side.
She looked down carefully at the paper, folded in three. One more casual glance in Nick's direction. As he remained busy, she unfolded the two page letter.
No date, No address, the first page as always, written on the continuation paper.
'My Darling Ria' the first night of the dream in Nainital, followed by the first night they had slept together. Two firsts on the same night, he had remarked, 'I m sitting in my bedroom, compiling these beautiful thoughts, only momemts after you left me. This is the third attempt, as i cant find the right words to let you know how really i feel'.
Gia smiled. For a man who has made his fortune with words, that must have been quite difficult for him to admit.
' Last night you were everything a man could ask from a lover. You were exiting, tender, teasing, beautiful, poisionous and...'
' Its been a year since we met at wai(a place near Panchgani) and as i have often told you, i wanted you to come back with me that evening. I lay awake all night imagining you lying next to the foolish.' Gia glanced across the table to see that Nick had reached the back page of the paper.
'And then there was that chance meeting at mess- but it was still to be another 11 days before you were unfaithful for the first time, and then not the foolish was away in Nainital. That night went far too quickly for me.
'I cant imagine what that prune would have made of it, if he had seen you in your maids outfit. He'd have probably assumed that you always tidied up the drawing room in the Woodstock hotel in the white see-thru blouse, no bra, a skin tight black leather skirt with a zip to the front, long heels and not forgetting your lipstick.'
Gia looked up again and wondered if she was blushing. If he had really enjoyed himself that much, she would have to go for it again. She continued reading the letter...
'My darling, there is no aspect of our lovemaking that i dont relish, but i confess that what turns me on the most is the places you choose when you can take only an hour off..I recall every one of them...On the back seat of your car, the service lift, the loo at the hotel, but the most exiting of all was that of the little box in the dresscircle & obviously in the steps of ur place.'
Gia giggled and quickly placed the letter back into her lap as Nick peered round the side of his newspaper.
'What made you laugh my dear?' he asked
' The picture of jamesbond landing in the dome', Nick looked puzzled- on the front page of the paper.
'Ah, yes' he smiled and returned to the business section.
'What maddens me most about ur trip to with your idiotic friends Alpa Rupani is the thought of you and prune in the same bed. I've tried to convince myself that they are all well mannered'.
Gia nodded, as wishing to tell him that he has guessed correctly.
'And does he really snore like hell, and, dressed shabbily, as thought to fashionably designed by Armani'.
This time Gia burst out laughing, and was only rescued by Alpa rising from his end of the table to enquire, 'Anyone care to make up 4 for tennis? The weatherforecast is predicting that the snowfall will stop long before the morning is out'.
'I'll be happy to join you', said Gia, secreting the letter back under the table.
'How about you, Nick?' asked Alpa.
Gia watched her husband folding up the paper and then he shook his head.
Oh my God, ' thought Gia. he is badly dressed.
I'd love to, said Nick, but i m afraid i have to make a phone call.
As, they continued their chatting Gia didn't responded as she was bearing him from past seven years.
Nick glanced towards her and said- if you need me im in the bedroom
She was about to return to the letter when she noticed that Nick had left his glasses on the table she would take them when she returns to the room.
She moved to the next page-
'Let me tell you what i have planned for our anniversary weekend while the prune is away at his conference at Delhi. I've booked us back to wai, so we'll be in the same room in which we spent our first night together. This time there will be a change in the atmosphere.'
'I want to be tied to a 4-corner bed, with you standing over me in a police sergent's uniform: whistle, handcuffs & black outfit. you're not to release me until i scream at the top of noise, the way you did in the parking lot.'
Until then,
'Your loving...........'
Gia raised her head and smiled wondering that from where she could get her hands on the police sergant's uniform. She was about to turn back to the front page and read the letter all over again when she noticed a note with three underlines-
NOTE--- 'I wonder what the prune is up to right now'.
Gia looked up to see that Nick's glasses were not there.
'What scoundrel could write such a letter to a married women?' demanded Nick as he adjusted his glasses.
Gia turned horrified to see her husband behind and staring at the letter, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
'Dont ask me' she said calmly as Alpa appeared from that side with tennis racket in her hand.
Gia folded the letter, passed it over to her oldest pal and said-
'FASCINATING, MY DEAR , BUT FOR YOUR SAKE I DO HOPE NOBODY NEVER FINDS OUT'.
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