This is a five year old blog where I have posted all my experimental pieces that didn't fit any formal publishing avenues. The blog contains short stories, abstracts of my own life experiences, memories from childhood, etc. Some of my experiments have been successful and I now know what kind of writing I want to post on a blog. I think blogging is a fruitful exercise and wish to pursue it further.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Strangers & Directions
Part #2 of Strangers series
I don’t know if I ever mentioned this before, but a
girl asked me directions to Bagel Shop once. I was near Rizvi, a few moments
away from home.
I admit, people who come asking for directions freak
me out a little. I am no way as composed as some of the kind gentlemen who give
me directions almost every day I am on the street.
You are in the middle of the street, three
cobblestones under your feet, three feet in between you and the nearest tree,
six paces from the nearest chai wallah, at thirty degrees angle to the sun, one
third ratio with the length of the street and you make one fifth of the population
in sight…This is where you are. This is the world.
Now, where the fuck is Bagel Shop?
I try to get my head around it, imagine possibilities
that go beyond the world and tell her…so and so…
You know left and right is always confusing to me,
but if something is straight I can definitely point out the way. I guess the
girl understood I knew not left from right and said to my face: “So you don’t know,
The car zooms away.
Wait, I know! I just remembered.
Stop the fucking car.
Fine, fuck off.
Today I was walking in the lane beside St. Andrews
church all the way to Turner Road. It’s a busy street and I was making a
statement in my head to whomsoever it may concern.
‘The street is for pedestrians!’
I ignored the sidewalk which is on the opposite
side. A few moments after the traffic toned down, a car pulled up alongside me.
“Excuse me, can you tell us the way to Candies?”
Get outta here! I’m going to the same place!
So I say, “Go straight till the end of the road and
you’ll reach the main road and then go straight again.”
“Go straight again?”
the girl asks (this one sweeter than the last), but I get confused still. Aren’t
you supposed to go straight all the time?
There must be a point every once in a while in life,
where you have to drop everything and go left. Or right.
But I don’t freaking
know left from right! I must be the anti-ambidexter or something…you know, like
anti-christ + ambidextrous?
“Oh well, yeah…straight it is, really,” I mumble and
smile stupidly, “I’m going to the same place actually!”
Give me a ride?
The car takes off.
Well, I wasn’t wrong. Once you come out from the
lane onto Turner Road, there is this lane right opposite that goes towards
Candies that says ‘St. Paul Rd. Extension’. You are supposed to go down that
lane and take a left a little bit later and you are at candies. But fuck me, if
I can remember all of that in one conversation.
I quicken my pace and try to find that car again.
Meanwhile, I wonder if life does give you second chances.
Maybe, if I’m able to convince the car people this
time that I know what shit I’m talking about, they’ll give me a ride?
I gotta be kidding myself though. They were in a
car. I was walking. They must have taken the wrong turn somewhere or the other
by now and might just have cursed the girl they were stupid enough to trust.
Now I’m at Candies, writing the shit out of the
story. The whole world is invisible to me.
A sweet looking couple disturb me.
“Hi…There is supposed to be a restaurant called Out
of the Blue somewhere around here, right…?”
I wake up from my dream world and try to get my
brain juices to work. Like that could really work…
You see, when a stranger engages you in
conversation, you only ever have two seconds to collect your balls and speak
out your ass. After that, they’re gone.
“Right…” I say, as realisation dawns on me. I
realise that I can’t wake the shit up. “There is…but I don’t know where that
The guy looks put down. What did I do?!
“Sorry…” I smile.
By the way, did anyone ever tell you that a smile is
also the fakest fucking apology on the planet, in addition to being
heartwearming and self-less and almost-freaking divine?
The couple smile back, apology accepted and go on
Oh fuck! Wait, it’s on Carter Road…or on that slope
that goes down to Carter Road. It’s a few minutes away from my house!
Wait, I’ll tell you!!!
The lovey-dovey couple don’t look back. I watch them all the way down the stairs. Nope, not a chance. Their souls must be stamped with the motto never-look-back or something.