Trust me readers... there is a lot more to me than a lazy bastard.... it is called as meticulous ass warmer...
Some of you have been waiting for this... so here goes...
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The rains had come and gone. The soil still held the scent of the moist air. The air still had the color of the dark clouds. The clouds had lost their color. They were white in a cumulus cluster hiding the sun. The sun had lost his will to shine and hid behind the clouds to cover his laziness. The clouds had lost their color from the dark tint they had a couple of days ago when the air was wet and the soil dry anticipating a wild precipitation of heat into sudden bursts of drizzling dreams. But that was two days ago! A lot was well only two days ago.
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Shujit packed his bag as he was preparing to leave for work. Prashant walked to the door as Shujit remarked about ‘what an absolute bitch’ the soil outside was.
“Damn it man! My shoes are dirty again! ” It was outstanding to see him complain about muddy issues. Prashant closed the door and wished his customary goodbye with the mandatory assurance, “Bhai main tiffin le aaunga!”
“Aur sewai bhi!” Shujit added to the already offered luxury.
As he closed the door, Prashant uttered in subdued exaggeration, “Bastard!”
Now, the readers would be wondering (along with Shujit) as to why the sudden allusion to Shujit! We did not even know him before. Is he making a guest appearance or is he here to stay?
Readers do not worry! He is not here to screw things up. He is playing his part just like Karuna is. Ahh!! Karuna! Now we had almost forgotten about her. Hadn’t we? Let me tell you something. Karuna is an author’s muse. Especially for this author, she is the ideal painting. We love to talk about paintings because we like to talk about abstract things. However, this is not the reason we like to talk about Karuna….. Her, we definitely like and most definitely love for reasons we can’t share on this blog. We normally harness the idea that most people are stupid. But Karuna is not stupid. She has a master’s degree in pharmaceutical management. She can tell you what medicines to take when you are sick and also manage your pill popping exercises. But she will not do this for you. She would grace only us with this favor because she is in love with us- the author and Prashant.
You should have seen her eyes the day she came to meet us in Bangaur. She was here for some time and we spent some time with her in the coffee shops and shopping malls. Not once did she lose sight of us and grew tense when we coughed and almost cried when we almost threw up after eating a crappy burger at ‘Pubway’ – avoid it readers. We cried with her because we did not like to see her cry and we like all people, cry when we are upset. Yes we were upset. We did not eat for 2 straight days. We only ate in the nights when she was fast asleep because she was sad and we were upset, but we were also hungry and hungry people do crazy things like eat sofas while sitting on it and trying to imagine black color in water taking it for cola. Yes, my readers you see… we did all these things because we were crazy in love. She did all this because she was crazily in love with us. All three of us were so happy the day she came to us. She thinks we love Shujit and Pratik. Poor kid… how she does not see that we think of her eyes and that tiny little freckle on her forehead when it is windy, of the moist cheek when it is gloomy, of her ability to not weep when a jackass of a doctor told her to get lost and how impotent we felt that day …. Both of us…. We wept that night for three straight hours on our bed and tried to console us but to no effect. Were gloomy the next day but we knew this will pass because we believed in GOD. I am lying. She believed in GOD and a tenet that good things happen to people who believe…. If only I could….
I know some readers are wondering what happened to Shujit…..!!
Some of you have been waiting for this... so here goes...
Content
The rains had come and gone. The soil still held the scent of the moist air. The air still had the color of the dark clouds. The clouds had lost their color. They were white in a cumulus cluster hiding the sun. The sun had lost his will to shine and hid behind the clouds to cover his laziness. The clouds had lost their color from the dark tint they had a couple of days ago when the air was wet and the soil dry anticipating a wild precipitation of heat into sudden bursts of drizzling dreams. But that was two days ago! A lot was well only two days ago.
*****
Shujit packed his bag as he was preparing to leave for work. Prashant walked to the door as Shujit remarked about ‘what an absolute bitch’ the soil outside was.
“Damn it man! My shoes are dirty again! ” It was outstanding to see him complain about muddy issues. Prashant closed the door and wished his customary goodbye with the mandatory assurance, “Bhai main tiffin le aaunga!”
“Aur sewai bhi!” Shujit added to the already offered luxury.
As he closed the door, Prashant uttered in subdued exaggeration, “Bastard!”
Now, the readers would be wondering (along with Shujit) as to why the sudden allusion to Shujit! We did not even know him before. Is he making a guest appearance or is he here to stay?
Readers do not worry! He is not here to screw things up. He is playing his part just like Karuna is. Ahh!! Karuna! Now we had almost forgotten about her. Hadn’t we? Let me tell you something. Karuna is an author’s muse. Especially for this author, she is the ideal painting. We love to talk about paintings because we like to talk about abstract things. However, this is not the reason we like to talk about Karuna….. Her, we definitely like and most definitely love for reasons we can’t share on this blog. We normally harness the idea that most people are stupid. But Karuna is not stupid. She has a master’s degree in pharmaceutical management. She can tell you what medicines to take when you are sick and also manage your pill popping exercises. But she will not do this for you. She would grace only us with this favor because she is in love with us- the author and Prashant.
You should have seen her eyes the day she came to meet us in Bangaur. She was here for some time and we spent some time with her in the coffee shops and shopping malls. Not once did she lose sight of us and grew tense when we coughed and almost cried when we almost threw up after eating a crappy burger at ‘Pubway’ – avoid it readers. We cried with her because we did not like to see her cry and we like all people, cry when we are upset. Yes we were upset. We did not eat for 2 straight days. We only ate in the nights when she was fast asleep because she was sad and we were upset, but we were also hungry and hungry people do crazy things like eat sofas while sitting on it and trying to imagine black color in water taking it for cola. Yes, my readers you see… we did all these things because we were crazy in love. She did all this because she was crazily in love with us. All three of us were so happy the day she came to us. She thinks we love Shujit and Pratik. Poor kid… how she does not see that we think of her eyes and that tiny little freckle on her forehead when it is windy, of the moist cheek when it is gloomy, of her ability to not weep when a jackass of a doctor told her to get lost and how impotent we felt that day …. Both of us…. We wept that night for three straight hours on our bed and tried to console us but to no effect. Were gloomy the next day but we knew this will pass because we believed in GOD. I am lying. She believed in GOD and a tenet that good things happen to people who believe…. If only I could….
I know some readers are wondering what happened to Shujit…..!!
