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Posted: 07 June 2014 at 2:58pm | IP Logged
Hola me hazir nazir..Choory but the writing bug bit again..Tried my hands at something new..Non linear storytelling..Hope you enjoy.Tried my best but this crap is what I could churn out.Please bear with meCry
Lots of lubb 
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Sweat droplets corroded her already flaming ears and cheeks. She used  her fluffy cotton dupatta to mop the pearls desperately. She wanted to and she needed too. If she could only erase her existence from  this world. The deserted road was growing darker like the pool of nothingness that had pervaded inside her mind. When she looked overhead, all that she could see was a complete silent summer sky, jaded and with speck of silver painted with an uncouth brush. The hot breeze even at the middle of the night gave her jitters casting a pall of gloom onto her already jaded restlessness. One or two cars and their blinding lights passed in turns illuminating the Delhi Noida Expressway suddenly and then again drenching it into darkness. The dust with the breeze coming far away from the barren stretch of land lining the highways settled like powdered mildew on her already tattered sunset orange cotton kurta. Her eyelids wanted to close to keep out the dust. Eyes stung and water, and moisture from tears mixed with dirt left grimy streaks on the  grim face. Today she felt so dirty that she thought   , she'll never get cleaned again. When her fingers pressed the hem of her dupatta against her nose to ease breathing, the hot breaths made her feel miserable.

She was never a loser .In fact a genius who could make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. But then why she lost everything in just past few years? The fingers were coarse. Days of slogging as a typing assistant and processing MS-Word Documents formatting them like crazy had made her dream of words and format rules every night. Summers were terrible in Delhi .As if rains or winters would change her life much.Her  mind flickered as she remembered the miserable scene of the pouring rain through her musty PG room, saturating the grimy ground on a freezing cold, dark, winters night.

 Summers were still better. Though every breath was an effort ,still it was dry. The scalding heat was nothing as compared to the scalds which were fulminating in her heart. Voices cluttered in her incoherent mind


"Soch le ache se...Ek raat teri zindagi bana sakta hai",the Manager twisted his fingers in her curls and she felt as if the pungent smell of tobacco would choke her.

With a sneer at her pitiful plight he rolled over his thumb on her chapped plump lips and muttered in a breath pouring acid in her ears, "I will give you only one day to think"


"Hai Kya kabhi us restaurant mein jakar dinner karungi main?",her eyes looked longingly at the women who marched in finest cotton fabrics  meeting people in the most delectable food joints near the cyber cafe  in the posh Khan Market where she typed heaps and heaps of paper every day.


The wind-driven dust sandblasted her bare skin breaking her trail of thoughts. She raised her hands to protect the face. Thinking about her life, her mouth got dry and felt like sandpaper.  Now she had a plan and the plan was to end this misery forever. IT WAS NOTHING GREAT!!SIMPLE !!THE END OF LIFE WAS AN END OF ALL HER PROBLEMS.

She dragged her feet swinging between childhood and adolescence and all that she could remember were lush Mustard fields swaying with the breeze of summers. Her ragged slippers hit the hard granite road right in the middle aimlessly ,her eyes stuck to eternity. The lush fields were now concrete towers from where peeped lights like tiny lamps hanging in the air. She could hear her mother's lullaby's The choking taste of the air crammed her lungs, suffocating her singed skin, whilst the distant drone of the jammed motorway  a little far away buzzed in her ears. 

A sudden blinding flash of light fell on her face and she closed her eyes one last time. THIS WOULD BE THE END!!

"Oye Gadhedi...Andhi hai kya ki raat ko bhang khakar nikli hai...marna hai kya",The screeching of the brakes and an ear-splitting scream deafened her. She opened her eyelids and saw nothing but light in her hazy vision.SHE WAS STILL ALIVE AND THIS WAS NOT THE END."


He stared at his Tag Huer watch teary eyed and the drop glimmered on it as sparkling diamonds like the millions of tiny neon lights elucidating different ports on his BMW dashboard.11:45pm and the outside mercury rose up to 47 degree Celcius. Inside even the plush leather seats were frozen in the super chilling 16 degree blasts from the AC.

He sat behind the wheel driving indolently sipping his chilled beer occasionally and tears wouldn't stop trickling his eyes. The blaring loud music behind his black glasses at the window and his occasional tapping on the wheel did little to heal him.

Teri oonchi shaan hai maula
Meri arzi maan le maula
Tu hai sab kuch jaanne waala
Main hoon tera maanne waala
Mujhko bhi to lift kara de
Thodi si to lift kara de
Teri oonchi shaan hai maula
Meri arzi maan le maula
Tu hai sab kuch jaanne waala
Main hoon tera maanne waala
Bangla motor car dila de
Ek nahin do chaar dila de
Mujhko aeroplane dila de
Duniya bhar ki sair kara de
Kaise kaison ko diya hai
Aise vaison ko diya hai
Mujhko bhi to lift kara de
Thodi si to lift kara de

 Still the voices were looming over his head and as his drove at a maddening speed past the Delhi Noida Delhi Expressway. The ride was smooth far from the bumpy turbulences in his mind.

Paying the toll , he escalated the speed beyond imagination. His heart cried and his cheeks burned in shame,the slap was still fresh-both on his cheeks and in his mind...


"Gadhede...AA su che..Itne gande marks...Fail hovi geyo ne..."His father threw his result sheets on his face and slapped his cheeks hard.

"Par Pappa", he tried to pacify his angry father He had failed even to graduate.

"Pappa gaya tel lene..Kal se Dhande pe baithna samjha...Bahut ho gayi padhai...",the angry Ramnik lal Bhai ji couldn't get hold of himself today .Leaving his sulking son ,he marched out.


"Malini aa..Hu hari gayo chuu etle tu mane choddi deshe.plss avu nahi kar ena karan mane nahi chhod ...",he desperately tried to grab her hand.

(I failed !!Does that mean you will leave me? Please don't do this. Don't leave me ??")

"Duffer ..You stupid fool. I can't marry  a loser like you..I can't believe my fianc failed? What will I say to my friends...Jeez..Can't believe my parents had chosen such a dumb one like you for me .I was fool to have agreed to it .Gosh we were just 15 then...And I still regret it.."

"Malini please...Don't do this..I will pass Pappa Ki kasam...",he begged some more. How could he allow her fianc for years go away like this?

The entire college canteen was sneering at them.

In desperation he held her hand and begged like a kid. One last chance ,he knew things would fall into place.

"You know what? Tum itne duffer ho ki tum agar paise bhi doge na tab bhi koi ladki tumhara muh nahi dekhna chahegi...What a dumb Asshole!!Just leave my hand", she screamed loudly and  marched away leaving him in tears.


WAS THIS HE DESERVED FROM LIFE ? Gulping the last few drops from the bottle ,he took a dangerous steep curve. A thin film of tears misted his vision when he suddenly saw a hazy pole like orange structure right in front of his car. The wheels turned around badly and his scary heartbeat rose a million times as he pulled the brakes in haste.

A girl..right in the middle of the road. The cars skid and the blaring music still banged inside the car.

Pulling his window panes down on the push of a button he screamed as loud as he could, "Oye Gadhedi...Andhi hai kya ki raat ko bhang khakar nikli hai...marna hai kya"


When he got no reply in response , he slid the panes once again and still remembering his major woes turned the steering wheel indolently raising the sound of the music -LOUD ..So loud that the thoughts of Malini would stop haunting him and on the other hand she dragged her feet still in a daze.2-3 cars passed by but none crushed her.How would she end her life ..she kept on thinking. Both trying to blur the thoughts that bit their sanity but both failed miserably. Malini still came to haunt him back with her crushing words and the proposal of her Manager kept on corroding her.

If only the silence of the road and the intensity of the song could help them.

"Soch le ache se...Ek raat teri zindagi bana sakta hai

 "I will give you only one day to think"

 "Hai Kya kabhi us restaurant mein jakar dinner karungi main "You know what? Tum itne duffer ho ki tum agar paise bhi doge na tab bhi koi ladki tumhara muh nahi dekhna chahegi...What a dumb Asshole!!Just leave my hand"

 He had taken only a few metres ahead when everything around him came to a standstill and he suddenly pulled the brakes. The rear view mirror on side showed him the vision of the girl whom he had just stopped himself from killing. His bleak teary eyes scanned her through and through. Which girl walks alone in the middle of the night in Delhi? Orange suit ,brown slippers and a bag hanging on her shoulders. She looked haggard , tired and clueless still walking  with a sense of void in her eyes.

Wiping out a tear in his eyes and with his cheeks burning in humiliation, he banged his fist on the wheel biting his lips and cursed under his breath, "I hate you Malini..."

It took him seconds to take reverse gear and align his car next to her. The honking from within made her jerk and she blinked her eyes curiously. As the dark window panes slid down, she could hear the blaring music and a strong whiff of alcohol mixed with eau de perfume made her dizzy, the icy blast of wind soaked her sweat drenched skin.

The music from inside lowered and the boy who look as if he was fragrant from eternity muttered something which her hazy mind couldn't conjure.

Cash de de, check bana de
Dirham-o-dinaar de de
Dollar de ya pound de de - 2
Cash de de, check bana de
Dirham-o-dinaar de de
Koi chhapad phaad maula
Apni jaibain jaad maula
Ab to mujhko maal de de
Aur na ab dhaal de de
Mujhko bhi to lift kara de
Thodi si to lift kara de
Bangla motor car dila de
Ek nahin do chaar dila de
Kaise kaison ko diya hai
Aise vaison ko diya hai
Mujhko bhi to lift kara de
Thodi si to lift kara de

It took him great effort to utter those words,even with the AC ,he started looking terribly scared and profusely sweating.

"Mere paas bahut paise hain...Chalegi...",he stuttered again and after repeating himself couple of times ,it could register in her brains.

A cold shiver ran through her. Ironically  when she was ready to die there was no fear but his words gave her jitters.

"Kutte..Tujhe main dhande wali dikhti hun...",she rolled her eyes and she clutched her bag hard coming back to her senses and ran as fast as she could.

Guilty as charged, his head hung in shame. In his entire life he had never even talked to a woman without hesitation leave aside touching them. Words of apology could have come from his mouth but died a quick death.

A yelp came instead and he jumped out of the car. A fast moving car had just hit the girl and fled. There she lied right in front of him, growling with pain, rolling on the road holding her feet.

His breath was ragged by the time he reached her. He touched her legs with fear and concern, "Tu tu theek hai..."

"Kutte ...haath mat laga..", Abusive words hurled at him were like pots and pans but what struck him more when  he saw a fine mist floating before his eyes and it hit him.

A pepper Spray!!He grimaced in pain. It felt as if someone had put lots of chillies in his eyes and another blow came on his arm. Was it cut ?His senses worked in alarm and he realised a warm fluid  was oozing from a deep cut in his arm which made him breathless with pain.He could see nothing but rubbed his eyes and cried, "Main bahut ache ghar ka ladka hun..Kabhi kisi ladki ko buri nazar se nahi dekha..Sachhi Pappa ki kasam.."

She gathered her bag and spitting in anger started running away from him with the small pen knife in her hand.She could hear him scowling in insurmountable pain.

She knew not but her feet stopped as she glanced behind her shoulders. He limped towards his car end and holding it for support rubbed his eyes.

Strange enough, she counted her odds. What could happen to her if she goes back and helps him. She calculated. Chances were high that she might end up being found dead in some bushes without clothes. Did it even matter to her? Her primary plan was to die, so eventually it may come true.

Countering numerous silly and contradictory thoughts in her mind, she finally reached him. The headlights of the car were dazzling on his skin. For seconds his seductive skin colour reminded her of burnished brass gleaming in sunlight. The colour of his T-shirt even matched her kurta.

He lost his balance and fell on the road. The last thing he felt before passing out were her fingers sliding down her pocket and then a handkerchief being tied around his wounds.


There was sting in his body. Everything was the same. The chilling breeze of the Ac was bathing his skin and the sound of music was loud.

Sona de ya chaandi de de - 2
(Heere de de, moti de de
Noton ki barsaat kar de) - 2
Tune khud hi to kaha hai
Deta hoon jo maangta hai
Kab se banda maang raha hai
Kab se line mein khada hai
Mujhko bhi to lift kara de
Thodi si to lift kara de
Mujhko aeroplane dila de

There was humming near his ears. Sweat mixed with a scent which was stale and dusty pervaded his nostrils. He tried to move but his body stiffened. Hands completely tied with his seat belt and his vision still hazy and burning.

Who was driving the car? He wondered!!

When he tried to peep above his shoulders all he could see were shining oxidised metal jhumkas kissing someone's cheeks as she manoeuvred the car in high speed.

"Main aaj fail ho gaya ,meri fianc ne mujhse rishta toda diya aur Pappa ne mujhe kaha business join kar lo..Mujhe chhod do..Main bahut ache ghar ka ladka hun..pappa ki kasam...Tujhe paise chahiye lekar chali ja..mujhe jane de..chahe toh gadi aur chain aur ghadi bhi rakh le", He howled like a baby .Icy cold tendrils of fear started choking him. What if she is a part of gang who kills people and loots them-a gang about whom his father had been warning him off late.

She stared at him deep and hard. His gold chain was heavy and so was his car like the ones she had seen in her dreams. Many times she thought of robbing him but instead she blurted

"Baap Cab driver tha mera ..Mar gaya..isliye gadi chalani ati hai mujhe...ghabra mat mujhe marana hai..Soch rahi hun Hindon nadi mein dubkar marungi par wahan tak paidal jane ki himmat nahi hai yeh garmi mein ... ",she blurted in her sugar sweet voice which reached him and tickled his heart.

(Hindon river bridge is in Ghaziabad approx 10 kms from the Expressway)


"Nahi nahi maregi kyun?Teri Mummy teri fikr..", He blurted in fear.

"Huh Mummy  bhag gayi  amir seth ko fansa kar..mujhe akela chhod diya.",she blurted.

It was weird but the AC ,the music ,the thrill made her feel relaxed.Even if it was temporary, before dying she got to drive a BMW car!!Could her stars get more lucky??

"Ladkiyan hoti hi aisi hain buri..Malini bhi aisi hi thi..Mujhe Chhod diya..",he still wept inconsolable .The burning in his eyes and his tears could not wash of his pain -it stung both his eyes and his heart.

He heard the brakes being pulled and heard her voice, "Main jati hun.."

He heard the door unlock and the humid breeze from outside gave him the idea that they were indeed on the river bridge.

In restlessness he yelled, "meri ankhein..."

He heard some rustling and the opening of the door on his side and a splash of  hot water pouring and rubbing between his eyes with a soft cotton cloth. Her heartbeats were near his lips,he could almost feel them. Her sweat laced aroma and her warm breaths over his forehead and she wiped his eyes.

He muttered, "Maine sach mein kisi bhi ladki ko aaj tak haath nahi lagaya...sachi..Main ache ghar ka ladka hun..Pappa ki kasam..."

"Pappa k paapu...Chup..",she whispered.

He felt un strapping of his hands which were free now ,her face just faintly visible and a statement which made him numb, "tune sach mein kisi ladki ko haath nahi lagaya aaj tak..."

He wanted to reply tell her that he was indeed a decent man  when she suddenly  made him touch the curves of her face. No warning. It was the first step to the end of the world for him, and both felt it when she was the one who took it- he felt the firmament shift beneath his feet and ghosts sliding up from the  edges of  his still burning eyes which tried to focus on the girl leaning on him.

 She made him touch every angle of her face . At every touch  he felt small grit particles that rolled  between his palms and her face  scouring the skin. She made him run his fingers through his hair and then all over. He felt softness beneath a coating of dry grit covering  her hair, clothes, and skin.

She had every reason to push away from him. But she couldn't find one why she did what she did. She was going to die !!Right!!So no harm in letting the boy just feel her once maybe!! She had every reason to stop there. She was the one who had never ignored any reason before but she ignored every sane thought in her head and embraced him  with everything she had in her, every yearning and every hunger and every wish she had pushed aside and refused to let herself look at in her life. She imagined him to the dress she could never buy ,the car which was never hers, the home she never had, the handsome men she ogled in her teens, the father who left her ,her mother who never loved her. He reminded her that moment of everything she was deprived of.

Minutes passed and she found his lips grazing at her bare skin near her shoulders giving her mighty goose bumps. One or two saline warm droplets fell on it too.It broke her stance and she parted from him. His vision was still hazy and he tried to grab her hand fidgeting.

She stared into his eyes-eyes that were burning with the stings of the pepper spray had  gone dark with hunger, almond brown and huge-and her tender heart galloped in her chest like a wild thing.

But she had to go!!

"Kutte jane de mujhe..",she jerked his grip and ran away vanishing in nothingness.

She did not look back but only heard muffled footsteps and hollerings, "Mat ja na..."

He kept on searching the whole night but the girl was gone.


She twisted and crumpled the edge of her Kurta .She had a hotel card in her hands.

Hotel Park Plaza-Room no 107 ; it read.

Why couldn't she just die? She asked herself what stopped her? Did  the memories  erratic embrace of the boy stop her or her own cowardice; she wasn't able to decide?

She stared deep and hard at her old wrist watch-11:45.The manager must be waiting for her. Her Plan was SIMPLE. Kill the manager in the Hotel room and get hanged in Return. EASY AND SIMPLE.

Just then a car stopped beside her and the window panes slid down. The  familiar icy blast wind and the eau de parfume pervaded her nostrils .The smile of boy from last night was worth dying for as he chortled, "subah se yehi khada hun...LIFT ??"

" kaise pata chala mein yehi milungi..Paise hain tere paas..Pappa k bete..",she sneered in return.Words failed to expresses what she wanted to say .

"..Kuch cheezein bas yun hi pata hoti hain...Hmm Paise ...hahhah...Main toh ache ghar ka ladka hun.."he heaved a huge sigh of relief ;past  hours had been tormenting.

"Gadi main chalungi..",she threw in her bag and jumped towards his seat.

"Hearts were content. Surely none realised what it meant but both swapped positions and the car moved on. The song was playing in the background too .

She drove while she hummed. His eyes were still puffy but his vision clear to absorb whatever the girl was. Lean yet alluring eyes that were twinkling. Like a hint of rain in a hot summer.

He suddenly cleared his throat and chuckled, "Mere yahan Driver ki naukri karegi...karegi..."

" Gulaal ... hmmm Gulaal naam hai mera ... aur Driver...haahahaaahhhaha",she laughed to her heart's content.

His lips parted in a beaitific smile as he bumbled with a little apprehension mixed with fear,
Waise maine aaj tak kisi ladki ko kiss bhi nahi kiya.. aur..phir.."

His statement was cut short as she blurted pulling the brakes , "Kutte muh band kar le apna...utna hi manga kar jo hazam kar sake..."

Their conversation came to a halt and so did the car. When she looked at his innocent gleaming face ,she knew not what happened to her and she pouted , "naam kya hai tera.."

"Kesar",he replied shyly.

There was no sense to whatever was happening in his life  and he really didn't care. Certain things were beyond sanity and for the first time he was being insane.

She raised her eyebrows and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel and started the ignition again, "Kesar Sir..Driver Gulaal reporting...!! Hahaaahah but jana kidhar hai..."

"Filhaal dinner karenge..U- turn le le...",He rubbed his palms in glee.

The Delhi Noida Expressway was empty and with a sharp steep twist she took a complete U-TURN  and raised the volume of the music. The song played on and the cold AC made her heart beam with joy while he kept gawking at her jhumkas which swayed and kissed her cheeks .

Tune khud hi to kaha hai
Deta hoon jo maangta hai
Kab se banda maang raha hai
Kab se line mein khada hai
Mujhko bhi to lift kara de
Thodi si to lift kara de

 


THE END




Edited by manzilmukul - 08 June 2014 at 7:54am

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my my suprise suprise !Shocked i thought it was some rantwa post or some random post on emm ur fav current couple !LOL open's a pandora box and viola treasure Partyyupeee  u brought a OS on KG !Party haila dead already ! mera week ka intzam to hoingDancing
bada waala res ! Day Dreaming

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ok a total insane encounter in insane circumstances the strangers met in the strangest way ! hmm gulaal wanna die sad she has lost all the hope and deadth is the last option for her ! its so common for the orphan gal like her ! the world is not bed of roses for her and kesar OMG u made him complete dumb ! ha ha ha yeah mera kesar ko kya bana diya ek duffer hai ! he flunked glfrn ditched dad reprimanded so the best option is to get drunk and knocked down someone !LOL his lucky stars it was gulaal this time ! hmmm wat did he say to gulaal ! ek chamat to lagna chahiye ! oh he so wanna prove himself ! prove himself worthy and thts why he wanna buy her ! he he  he liked their first encounter loved how kesar realized his mistake and apologized with her though he sounded like a complete jerk but it was funny the pepper spray and gulaal taking care of him was so gulaalish ! loved it ! mr kesar still is on his papa jaap ! gulaal drove the car and wanted to get drowned in the river was rather funny she is one helluva character the little chii moment was terrific ! marna hi to toh virgin kyu mare who wanna die virgin afterall ! ROFL ok tht wild embrace filled some life in gulaal she could see herself leading a beautiful life ! perhaps tht was the reason she changed her mind ! i still didnt understand if she didnt want to die then why she went to tht hotel planning to kill the manager ! she should have worked on plan B kick the manager expose him and find a decent job for her !! why tht suicidial attempt again ! anyways thnk god her dumb knight in shinning armour arrived at the right moment kaise yeah nahi pata but huge sigh of relief and he hired her as his chauffeur yeah papa se peetega !
anyways a nice refreshing OS lovely piu ! Clap

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Awesome OSClap!!!!
Journey of 2 painful and lonely people...loved it...beautifully written n perfect blend of past n present...thanks for the PM piu!!!

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Lovely OS !!!

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lovely OS piu !Clap
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