Sunday, June 22, 2008
Lost Innocence
CHAPTER- 1It was not the usual weather, that generally wanders around the mid-summer Delhi nights. for some reason it seemed that everything was a bit too harsh.i pressed my face hard against the window to see any survivers amist this war of the world. apart from a few broken branches and shattered glass pieces nothing could entertain my eyes. the clock struck 1:00, reminding me that it was high time i should go back to sleep. i switched off the lights and lay down, staring at the blankness above. slowly a known heaviness beared my eyelids down and the motion camera inside my head had started, rewinding all the incidents that had occured through the day.... but still far away i could hear the rattling of the window panes, whooshing of the wind and the sound got fader and fader....i felt like i was burning alive in a hot clay oven, my palms were sweaty and feet were tied together, i couldn't move my body, i was stuck!! i cant breathe... i am going to die!!....SPAT!! something hit me so hard, it burned for a few seconds.. then i realized that my maid had just accomplished killing the 1050th mosquitoe since she joined last june, on my moist forehead.i looked around, it was nothing like a hot clay oven. i was looking at something familiar... but everything was motionless, dead. shobha my maid had switched off the fan, the usaul wat to wake me up.after my mom left followed by my maid, i was left alone among the dancing crystals, raosted pottery, and other world arifacts... like any other day. today, luckily i had something a bit more important to do than reading newspaper, watching tv or finishing my mordern art piece ( which my mother claimed it to be nothing less than a mixture of insanity, hormone imbalance and loss of creativity, but in my opinion, she just lacked the eye for mordern art!). today i was meeting a good old friend of mine- Supriya. we had been friends since junior high. we did almost everything togerther. it was like the only time we were seperable was when we had to go back home. oh i missed her!! after class 12th, i joined DU while she left for engineering. since then our meets have been restricted to only summer vacations when we are both back home, but i am sure my Supriya would still be the same old simple Jane. she always liked things that ways, simple and sober. nothing too flashy or gordy. no show-off, no make-up! i didnt know i was in for a suprise. rather a shock. shock of a life time!!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Lost Innocence
CHAPTER- 1
It was not the usual weather, that generally wanders around the mid-summer Delhi nights. for some reason it seemed that everything was a bit too harsh.
i pressed my face hard against the window to see any survivers amist this war of the world. apart from a few broken branches and shattered glass pieces nothing could entertain my eyes. the clock struck 1:00, reminding me that it was high time i should go back to sleep. i switched off the lights and lay down, staring at the blankness above. slowly a known heaviness beared my eyelids down and the motion camera inside my head had started, rewinding all the incidents that had occured through the day.... but still far away i could hear the rattling of the window panes, whooshing of the wind and the sound got fader and fader....
i felt like i was burning alive in a hot clay oven, my palms were sweaty and feet were tied together, i couldn't move my body, i was stuck!! i cant breathe... i am going to die!!....
SPAT!! something hit me so hard, it burned for a few seconds.. then i realized that my maid had just accomplished killing the 1050th mosquitoe since she joined last june, on my moist forehead.
i looked around, it was nothing like a hot clay oven. i was looking at something familiar... but everything was motionless, dead. shobha my maid had switched off the fan, the usaul wat to wake me up.
after my mom left followed by my maid, i was left alone among the dancing crystals, raosted pottery, and other world arifacts... like any other day. today, luckily i had something a bit more important to do than reading newspaper, watching tv or finishing my mordern art piece ( which my mother claimed it to be nothing less than a mixture of insanity, hormone imbalance and loss of creativity, but in my opinion, she just lacked the eye for mordern art!). today i was meeting a good old friend of mine- Supriya. we had been friends since junior high. we did almost everything togerther. it was like the only time we were seperable was when we had to go back home. oh i missed her!! after class 12th, i joined DU while she left for engineering. since then our meets have been restricted to only summer vacations when we are both back home, but i am sure my Supriya would still be the same old simple Jane. she always liked things that ways, simple and sober. nothing too flashy or gordy. no show-off, no make-up! i didnt know i was in for a suprise. rather a shock. shock of a life time!!
CHAPTER-2
By noon i had reached the neighbourhood mall, ofcourse after a bumpy ride on the mordern day wagon cart- 'The Rickshaw!'. i stepped inside the mall and a sweet scented cool air-conditioned breeze teased my face. inhaling what i assume would be the fresh smell of the nearby bakery, i passed by the colourfull temptaions of the arena. i walked straight towards the decided venue - 'The Platter'. it was a popular food joint, a place for all age groups, but mostly during the weekdays one would find mostly the college and young office crowd. i searched the place for an empty table. i saw one right at the heart of the huslte-buslte, as if the resturant knew exactly of our natures... attention seekers. i headed straight towards it before someone else could land themselves up at our destined table.
after fifteen minutes o playing around with the napkin, of which i had made a hat, a bannana, a flower and was about to start with another creative option, when a friendly tap and well the stong smell of what i assume must be Hugo Boss, made me turn around. behind me stood a uber-cool chic, flaunting her flashy shades, figure hugging boat neck top and a smart dennim. Woh! this girl looked good, but what did she want from me? a movement of removal of her shades was the answer. it was Supriya!! i couldnt believe my eyes!! what in the earth happened to her?! "hey!!, i am soh sorry that you had to wait so long, actually igot stuck in the parking lot. there was no place to prk and i was bocking the driveway, then the cutest guy from absolutely nowhere came upto me and offered to help, oh Piya how can i even describe how cute he looked, he had the most adorable eyes i had ever seen..... there it was - REALITY, in front of me! and i had been lost in the past for all these days... Supriya hadn't stopped talking about that guy, while a known haziness covered my eyes... a warm soothing haziness. now it felt like im back to where i belonged.....
It was not the usual weather, that generally wanders around the mid-summer Delhi nights. for some reason it seemed that everything was a bit too harsh.
i pressed my face hard against the window to see any survivers amist this war of the world. apart from a few broken branches and shattered glass pieces nothing could entertain my eyes. the clock struck 1:00, reminding me that it was high time i should go back to sleep. i switched off the lights and lay down, staring at the blankness above. slowly a known heaviness beared my eyelids down and the motion camera inside my head had started, rewinding all the incidents that had occured through the day.... but still far away i could hear the rattling of the window panes, whooshing of the wind and the sound got fader and fader....
i felt like i was burning alive in a hot clay oven, my palms were sweaty and feet were tied together, i couldn't move my body, i was stuck!! i cant breathe... i am going to die!!....
SPAT!! something hit me so hard, it burned for a few seconds.. then i realized that my maid had just accomplished killing the 1050th mosquitoe since she joined last june, on my moist forehead.
i looked around, it was nothing like a hot clay oven. i was looking at something familiar... but everything was motionless, dead. shobha my maid had switched off the fan, the usaul wat to wake me up.
after my mom left followed by my maid, i was left alone among the dancing crystals, raosted pottery, and other world arifacts... like any other day. today, luckily i had something a bit more important to do than reading newspaper, watching tv or finishing my mordern art piece ( which my mother claimed it to be nothing less than a mixture of insanity, hormone imbalance and loss of creativity, but in my opinion, she just lacked the eye for mordern art!). today i was meeting a good old friend of mine- Supriya. we had been friends since junior high. we did almost everything togerther. it was like the only time we were seperable was when we had to go back home. oh i missed her!! after class 12th, i joined DU while she left for engineering. since then our meets have been restricted to only summer vacations when we are both back home, but i am sure my Supriya would still be the same old simple Jane. she always liked things that ways, simple and sober. nothing too flashy or gordy. no show-off, no make-up! i didnt know i was in for a suprise. rather a shock. shock of a life time!!
CHAPTER-2
By noon i had reached the neighbourhood mall, ofcourse after a bumpy ride on the mordern day wagon cart- 'The Rickshaw!'. i stepped inside the mall and a sweet scented cool air-conditioned breeze teased my face. inhaling what i assume would be the fresh smell of the nearby bakery, i passed by the colourfull temptaions of the arena. i walked straight towards the decided venue - 'The Platter'. it was a popular food joint, a place for all age groups, but mostly during the weekdays one would find mostly the college and young office crowd. i searched the place for an empty table. i saw one right at the heart of the huslte-buslte, as if the resturant knew exactly of our natures... attention seekers. i headed straight towards it before someone else could land themselves up at our destined table.
after fifteen minutes o playing around with the napkin, of which i had made a hat, a bannana, a flower and was about to start with another creative option, when a friendly tap and well the stong smell of what i assume must be Hugo Boss, made me turn around. behind me stood a uber-cool chic, flaunting her flashy shades, figure hugging boat neck top and a smart dennim. Woh! this girl looked good, but what did she want from me? a movement of removal of her shades was the answer. it was Supriya!! i couldnt believe my eyes!! what in the earth happened to her?! "hey!!, i am soh sorry that you had to wait so long, actually igot stuck in the parking lot. there was no place to prk and i was bocking the driveway, then the cutest guy from absolutely nowhere came upto me and offered to help, oh Piya how can i even describe how cute he looked, he had the most adorable eyes i had ever seen..... there it was - REALITY, in front of me! and i had been lost in the past for all these days... Supriya hadn't stopped talking about that guy, while a known haziness covered my eyes... a warm soothing haziness. now it felt like im back to where i belonged.....
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