she was a real sexy one... but she was a bit too expensive for ma wallet for d time being... she was slim, stylish, lite... she is Russian. i jus loved her.
she was the first one i saw as i walked in... n it was love at first sight.... she was staring at me, n me at her... i touched her softly...it sounds heaven...
i din feel like looking at anyone else there, but her.... well ! her price is a bit too much... even a bargain wont get me a good price. I knw she is worth it...look at her shape, so stylish.... kya banaya hai banane walene ...feel like playing her al day al night... May not b now... but baby 'm gonna make u mine some day.
For now, i took this Spanish made, black one, checked her strings ....hmmm sounds cool... she is also nice...cute one... took a cover n stand as well..
... n al night she din la me sleep... was playing her al thru... i jus love strings don i... hmm... ma fingers r almost cut now...call it love bite..lol
and so that was about guitars :)
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Encounter with a Lion
Time around mid-night...
I was Walkin down the lane, near ma place... its a beautiful night... playin some old hindi songs in mind... humming away in glory... i actually came out to throw d garbage away... i gotta take d responsibility of keepin ma house clean not ma maid. she din come today, so i realized it, had no other option.
i love walkin la this, no one on d road... so silent...peaceful... me n d sleepin world. i took a turn, n i cud see smthin infornt... well, infact i really cant see, its kinda in d dark. Is it some kinda animal. i stopped walkin n took a closer look.
Oh' its a Lion..... a lion? u mean, a real lion? wow.... its wonderful... a real lion, king o' d jungle right in front of ma eyes... its been such a long time since i ve seen a Lion.
May b thats d reason, i cud nt figure out that it was a BIG dog n not a lion.... haillah! a dog? 'm scared of dogs. The only thing i am scared of is a DOG, and snakes and crocodiles and... well la me stop ma long list.
Don ask me wat breed it is, i ve no clue; 'm not much into dogs( n bitches for that matter) u see. its jus BIG, jus a couple of feet away from me... oh gosh wat do i do now, if i run!!! no point, he ll b an expert in it.
normally if i see someone whom i don wanna say a Hi to, i jus pick up ma phone n pretend as if 'm busy talkin ova d phone n jus walk by. but here i cant do that, coz he may get offended n bite me.... both of us r at a stand-still position. his looks sharp on ma eyes, n mine on him.... is he gonna jump on me? he moves.
"mummmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!"
now thats wat we call 'laud'. i was scared enough for that.
I slowly opend ma eyes... i cud see d poor fellow running away... pooch hilake.... lagta hai darr gaya bichara... hey dude u r also scared of ma mum haan!
I was Walkin down the lane, near ma place... its a beautiful night... playin some old hindi songs in mind... humming away in glory... i actually came out to throw d garbage away... i gotta take d responsibility of keepin ma house clean not ma maid. she din come today, so i realized it, had no other option.
i love walkin la this, no one on d road... so silent...peaceful... me n d sleepin world. i took a turn, n i cud see smthin infornt... well, infact i really cant see, its kinda in d dark. Is it some kinda animal. i stopped walkin n took a closer look.
Oh' its a Lion..... a lion? u mean, a real lion? wow.... its wonderful... a real lion, king o' d jungle right in front of ma eyes... its been such a long time since i ve seen a Lion.
May b thats d reason, i cud nt figure out that it was a BIG dog n not a lion.... haillah! a dog? 'm scared of dogs. The only thing i am scared of is a DOG, and snakes and crocodiles and... well la me stop ma long list.
Don ask me wat breed it is, i ve no clue; 'm not much into dogs( n bitches for that matter) u see. its jus BIG, jus a couple of feet away from me... oh gosh wat do i do now, if i run!!! no point, he ll b an expert in it.
normally if i see someone whom i don wanna say a Hi to, i jus pick up ma phone n pretend as if 'm busy talkin ova d phone n jus walk by. but here i cant do that, coz he may get offended n bite me.... both of us r at a stand-still position. his looks sharp on ma eyes, n mine on him.... is he gonna jump on me? he moves.
"mummmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!"
now thats wat we call 'laud'. i was scared enough for that.
I slowly opend ma eyes... i cud see d poor fellow running away... pooch hilake.... lagta hai darr gaya bichara... hey dude u r also scared of ma mum haan!
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Night at the Police station
How does it feel... when u reach home at 1.30am from work n realise that u ve left ur flat key at office...
i am the right one to tell u this; it feels really sad, angry, pathetic, frustrated n wat not...
ma cab has jus left, office 30 mints drive from here, n to add to it ma phone is dead...
'm really d*** tired... was thinking o jumpin on to ma bed d moment i enter ma house.
wat cud i possibly do now... sit on the stairs till morning?? oh gosh... i jus cant... if i had ma phone i cud ve called up any of ma friends to come n pick me....
or at-least cud ve done time pass talkin to someone.... but the phone battery is completely dried off.
tried sitting there for sometime but gettin d*** bored n frustrated... took a walk down... atleast if i had someone to talk to it 'd not be this bad...
i reached near the police station which is down the lane. there is gonna be someone awake there... chalo ll sit there n chat wid someone ( i knw 'm wired sometimes ).
i entered the police station, there r two officers on duty, sleeping on their respective chairs. There, inside the Cell i cud see two eyes staring at me, from the dark.
" excuse me", i manged to get one policeman awake finally, after trying that line n number of times. I shud nt ve come here in the first place. i am so d*** stupid.
Now that he is half awake, looking at me wid such a huge Qst mark, wat shall i say. I told him the situation, n told that i ll sit here n ll go to office when i cud get a rick in the morning.
He jus got up called his collegue.. n they said somethin in the regional lingo n said "no no.. u cant be here jus go away from here".
Though it was rude, I said ok. chalo acha hi hua, din want to b there anyway. I walked out of the station, n thought of takin a walk back to ma place... as i was walkin, i heard someone running, turned back... two police men came running to me, caught ma hands firmly n started pulling me.
'Hello.... wats d matter..." . "come to the station, ll let ya knw". I am being pulled like 'm a prisoner jumped out o d jail. ma left arm is still jus recovering from the accident, he is holding it tight, I jus pulled it out of his hands... n he is like " hey catch him, he is trying to run". oh god wat mess 'm i in now.
Reached the station, here the man who looks like an Inspector, started interrogating me, where did he come from though... " who 'm I?" " which terrorist group do i belong to", "was the plan to bomb the station or kill the policemen". Wow this is getting really interesting, now I really feel like being a sport n take part in the fun. i said " sorry sir I cant reveal anything"...n I put ma head down( hahaha... stupid officers aint they)
when they got ma name... they started having a serious discussion, din understand much; but cud make out that, I am a Muslim terrorist from Pakistan or Afghanistan, I may ve links with Talibani groups, n through me they r gonna burst a huge gang operating in India, and obviously get promotions n rewards, n be in the media...hmmm... not a bad idea... even i don mind being in the media, but i wont cover ma face with a black scarf, 'd they la me go home change, get fresh n come, before the press arrive! I look so tired u see... lol... funny ppl...
hey no time to joke, i took ma id n flashed it to them. " how many more fake IDs do u ve?".
hahahah... i cud nt stop ma self... i jus laughed n said... " that was a good one mate".
I dono y 'm finding it a joke when they can seriously charge me for some crap they r talkin abt.
Now the Inspector s really p***** off wid ma laughter. he said something to the other man, n he took me to the Cell. its dark room. he said we ll talk in the morning.
Now i realise wat ma friends mean, when they say, i ve an "i don care attitude"( well i never agree wid them, coz i knw i am serious abt a lot o things, but its jus that i cant show...may be...). but this is the limit. i am sitting in a dirty cell of a police station at around 2 in d morning, n i don.... hey hang on, y should i care or worry when i ve nt done anything.
there r 2 more guys in d cell...
they r staring at me... i said " Hi "... that was worst ice-breaker ever in this situation.
they started laughing.
Now this is the chance to interact with ppl, whom u 'd never want to meet in life again.
common no one is so lucky to get access to lock-ups everyday
"rape kiya kya?" That was SUCH a question. "nehi ji, ghar ka chabi bhool gaya"
we built a real good rapport in no time
one is a rickshaw driver, here coz of drunk n driving, who can go home in d morning, once his bro comes n pays the fine.
The other one is here coz of pick pocketing. he is a regular visitor here...
He told me about his experience... it was fun... he really is an expert, he did a demo for me, i swear, i din even feel when he took ma wallet out of ma pocket.
but they also ve bad days, which took him here. I told him about the boards at Bus stand n other places, "Beweare of Pick Pocketers", n he said ya thats a sign for us to move to some other place.lol. we were really laughing laud.
the police guy came, n asked me to come out. This time the Inspector saahab is kinda cool n calm. So i gave him the clear full picture.i told him where exactly ma house is, n gave ma office number from d id. He called up.
"chay piyoge?" now that he knws i am not a terrorist.
"haan par.." where r they gonna get chay from. the other officer came with cups o tea... " sir aur do cup hoga... woh, mere doston keliye ". " acha wo log dost bangaye aapke?" i was so happy to ve tea with 3 police men n the 2 from the other extreme. And they two were happy too, coming out of d cell n having tea with officers.
we al were chattin till morning
i dono if i was convincing enough, but tried to tel him to concentrate on some proper job, he is healthy n young " kyun apna jawani barbaad kar rahe ho mere dost". he said he wont get a job... " saab aap kaam dilado apun imaandari se kaam karega.. kyun dila sakteho?"; i dono if i can, but asked him to come n meet me, once he out of this case.
the rickshaw driver said he ll drop me to office once his bro comes, but cud din wait till then. " was nice meetin u all"
the Inspector said " do stop by, sometime"
wat a place to get an invitation from!
i am the right one to tell u this; it feels really sad, angry, pathetic, frustrated n wat not...
ma cab has jus left, office 30 mints drive from here, n to add to it ma phone is dead...
'm really d*** tired... was thinking o jumpin on to ma bed d moment i enter ma house.
wat cud i possibly do now... sit on the stairs till morning?? oh gosh... i jus cant... if i had ma phone i cud ve called up any of ma friends to come n pick me....
or at-least cud ve done time pass talkin to someone.... but the phone battery is completely dried off.
tried sitting there for sometime but gettin d*** bored n frustrated... took a walk down... atleast if i had someone to talk to it 'd not be this bad...
i reached near the police station which is down the lane. there is gonna be someone awake there... chalo ll sit there n chat wid someone ( i knw 'm wired sometimes ).
i entered the police station, there r two officers on duty, sleeping on their respective chairs. There, inside the Cell i cud see two eyes staring at me, from the dark.
" excuse me", i manged to get one policeman awake finally, after trying that line n number of times. I shud nt ve come here in the first place. i am so d*** stupid.
Now that he is half awake, looking at me wid such a huge Qst mark, wat shall i say. I told him the situation, n told that i ll sit here n ll go to office when i cud get a rick in the morning.
He jus got up called his collegue.. n they said somethin in the regional lingo n said "no no.. u cant be here jus go away from here".
Though it was rude, I said ok. chalo acha hi hua, din want to b there anyway. I walked out of the station, n thought of takin a walk back to ma place... as i was walkin, i heard someone running, turned back... two police men came running to me, caught ma hands firmly n started pulling me.
'Hello.... wats d matter..." . "come to the station, ll let ya knw". I am being pulled like 'm a prisoner jumped out o d jail. ma left arm is still jus recovering from the accident, he is holding it tight, I jus pulled it out of his hands... n he is like " hey catch him, he is trying to run". oh god wat mess 'm i in now.
Reached the station, here the man who looks like an Inspector, started interrogating me, where did he come from though... " who 'm I?" " which terrorist group do i belong to", "was the plan to bomb the station or kill the policemen". Wow this is getting really interesting, now I really feel like being a sport n take part in the fun. i said " sorry sir I cant reveal anything"...n I put ma head down( hahaha... stupid officers aint they)
when they got ma name... they started having a serious discussion, din understand much; but cud make out that, I am a Muslim terrorist from Pakistan or Afghanistan, I may ve links with Talibani groups, n through me they r gonna burst a huge gang operating in India, and obviously get promotions n rewards, n be in the media...hmmm... not a bad idea... even i don mind being in the media, but i wont cover ma face with a black scarf, 'd they la me go home change, get fresh n come, before the press arrive! I look so tired u see... lol... funny ppl...
hey no time to joke, i took ma id n flashed it to them. " how many more fake IDs do u ve?".
hahahah... i cud nt stop ma self... i jus laughed n said... " that was a good one mate".
I dono y 'm finding it a joke when they can seriously charge me for some crap they r talkin abt.
Now the Inspector s really p***** off wid ma laughter. he said something to the other man, n he took me to the Cell. its dark room. he said we ll talk in the morning.
Now i realise wat ma friends mean, when they say, i ve an "i don care attitude"( well i never agree wid them, coz i knw i am serious abt a lot o things, but its jus that i cant show...may be...). but this is the limit. i am sitting in a dirty cell of a police station at around 2 in d morning, n i don.... hey hang on, y should i care or worry when i ve nt done anything.
there r 2 more guys in d cell...
they r staring at me... i said " Hi "... that was worst ice-breaker ever in this situation.
they started laughing.
Now this is the chance to interact with ppl, whom u 'd never want to meet in life again.
common no one is so lucky to get access to lock-ups everyday
"rape kiya kya?" That was SUCH a question. "nehi ji, ghar ka chabi bhool gaya"
we built a real good rapport in no time
one is a rickshaw driver, here coz of drunk n driving, who can go home in d morning, once his bro comes n pays the fine.
The other one is here coz of pick pocketing. he is a regular visitor here...
He told me about his experience... it was fun... he really is an expert, he did a demo for me, i swear, i din even feel when he took ma wallet out of ma pocket.
but they also ve bad days, which took him here. I told him about the boards at Bus stand n other places, "Beweare of Pick Pocketers", n he said ya thats a sign for us to move to some other place.lol. we were really laughing laud.
the police guy came, n asked me to come out. This time the Inspector saahab is kinda cool n calm. So i gave him the clear full picture.i told him where exactly ma house is, n gave ma office number from d id. He called up.
"chay piyoge?" now that he knws i am not a terrorist.
"haan par.." where r they gonna get chay from. the other officer came with cups o tea... " sir aur do cup hoga... woh, mere doston keliye ". " acha wo log dost bangaye aapke?" i was so happy to ve tea with 3 police men n the 2 from the other extreme. And they two were happy too, coming out of d cell n having tea with officers.
we al were chattin till morning
i dono if i was convincing enough, but tried to tel him to concentrate on some proper job, he is healthy n young " kyun apna jawani barbaad kar rahe ho mere dost". he said he wont get a job... " saab aap kaam dilado apun imaandari se kaam karega.. kyun dila sakteho?"; i dono if i can, but asked him to come n meet me, once he out of this case.
the rickshaw driver said he ll drop me to office once his bro comes, but cud din wait till then. " was nice meetin u all"
the Inspector said " do stop by, sometime"
wat a place to get an invitation from!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Single Parent
They live on the 5th floor, she n her daughter, she calls her sweety... well she is a sweet lil cute gal shud b 5 yrs of age...
Mum drops her to school in her two wheeler n goes to work from there...
when mum gets stuck wid her unfinished work at the least appreciated office...
lil sweety ll b waiting near that big banyan tree, exactly were mum's asked her to sit...
though the school bus has gone n all her friends ve left.... she ll be waitin there alone, with wet eyes searching for her mum...
when she hears mum's bike's sound, she jumps up n runs towards the gate wid her big bag n water bottle... in her tweety voice she says " where were u mum, don u know sweety is waitin for u near the tree"...
All what mum wants, is to see lil sweety smile... its their small world... no one to disturb, no one to ask anything n no one to bother...
Her life revolves around sweety... when lil sweety ll get married once n go... what ll this lady do then... 'sweety'- that's wat is keeping her life goin...
dono wat happened to her husband... in fact i don even know the mum n daughter..
but 'm sure they exist
Mum drops her to school in her two wheeler n goes to work from there...
when mum gets stuck wid her unfinished work at the least appreciated office...
lil sweety ll b waiting near that big banyan tree, exactly were mum's asked her to sit...
though the school bus has gone n all her friends ve left.... she ll be waitin there alone, with wet eyes searching for her mum...
when she hears mum's bike's sound, she jumps up n runs towards the gate wid her big bag n water bottle... in her tweety voice she says " where were u mum, don u know sweety is waitin for u near the tree"...
All what mum wants, is to see lil sweety smile... its their small world... no one to disturb, no one to ask anything n no one to bother...
Her life revolves around sweety... when lil sweety ll get married once n go... what ll this lady do then... 'sweety'- that's wat is keeping her life goin...
dono wat happened to her husband... in fact i don even know the mum n daughter..
but 'm sure they exist
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Train to Mumbai
The compartment is almost empty.
I put ma bag on the upper berth.
laid down on ma berth... felt sleepy...
mom's words : "take care of ur bag, don sleep off"
i opened ma eyes, yeah the bag's there. Actually no one's around.. nothing to worry.
hmmm...can ve a quick nap...
I felt some shadow on me.. open ma eyes... a tall gentle man, standing just beside me, putting his hand in the bag up there.
" grrrrrrrrr!#$%&* " making that funny voice, jumped up.. he jus turn around.. n pushed him down on to d seat.. ma hands tight on his collar..
'm jus about to punch n break his nose.. he is gone pale, eyes bulbed out..his voice..." sir...ah' i am seat number 12...earmmm...eh here... n ...its.. ma.. bag...sir ".
I was not ready to listen to anythin atall. but he said..! i tilted ma head up... ma blue bag is sitting on that corner there n looking at me n givin that dirty smile of his.
Oh s*** wat did i jus do... ab iss ka mai kya karoon..
i took ma hand off him... made his colar straight... put his shirt alrite....:" sorry sir"
i ve no clue wat to do...leaned back to ma seat.... hiding ma face behind ma hand..'m behaving kinda mad...dono how to face him... he is still sitting in the same position with same xpression... i said "sir... i am really sorry..ok... ah!.. u r a... u knw.. u r a good man... yeah"
he took his bag n was on his feet.... jaate jaate, i heard him sreamin : "yehhh... paagal hai, paagal", thank god there was no one around... but the poor fellow never came back to his seat.
I put ma bag on the upper berth.
laid down on ma berth... felt sleepy...
mom's words : "take care of ur bag, don sleep off"
i opened ma eyes, yeah the bag's there. Actually no one's around.. nothing to worry.
hmmm...can ve a quick nap...
I felt some shadow on me.. open ma eyes... a tall gentle man, standing just beside me, putting his hand in the bag up there.
" grrrrrrrrr!#$%&* " making that funny voice, jumped up.. he jus turn around.. n pushed him down on to d seat.. ma hands tight on his collar..
'm jus about to punch n break his nose.. he is gone pale, eyes bulbed out..his voice..." sir...ah' i am seat number 12...earmmm...eh here... n ...its.. ma.. bag...sir ".
I was not ready to listen to anythin atall. but he said..! i tilted ma head up... ma blue bag is sitting on that corner there n looking at me n givin that dirty smile of his.
Oh s*** wat did i jus do... ab iss ka mai kya karoon..
i took ma hand off him... made his colar straight... put his shirt alrite....:" sorry sir"
i ve no clue wat to do...leaned back to ma seat.... hiding ma face behind ma hand..'m behaving kinda mad...dono how to face him... he is still sitting in the same position with same xpression... i said "sir... i am really sorry..ok... ah!.. u r a... u knw.. u r a good man... yeah"
he took his bag n was on his feet.... jaate jaate, i heard him sreamin : "yehhh... paagal hai, paagal", thank god there was no one around... but the poor fellow never came back to his seat.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Suicide call ( part-2 )
Plz read the earlier part first n then this one, else u may not understand it.
cntd..
...she said with a plain face " i committed suicide last night"
i was flat on d ground
................fainted off..........................
When i opened ma eyes... i was on d bed, a few of ma Friends around. I am at a hospital, ain't i?
" yes, but u r alright, jus relax arfaz" that was ma friend.
"Oh! common, wats happennin... wat happened to me, why 'm i here?"
The nurse came in..." sssshhhh!!! plz let the patient take rest, al of ya leave plz"
this gettin on ma nerves now, i jumped from d bed, to feel the bloody bad head ache, i cud see needles stuck to ma arms.
" hey someone tel me, ll ya?"... one of ma frendz came near by, n said "yaar don worry, u jus collapsed at home, were on d ground when d milk boy came, so neighbours informed us n we took u here, good that the door was opened"
ah' was it al a dream or was it real.... " Liya? " i asked. he gave a very sharp look, was silent for a few moments, those moments went like hours for me...he said " ar... arfaz... who told ya?" ... " told me wat?" oh common speak out.
"Liya... she committed suicide this morning... but how do u knw, wat made u ask this, we din want to tel u this now, as ur not well, but Vick said u called him in d morning or somethin"
vick is gone wid d body... arfaz r ya okay..
no i really was not... , i jus fell onto d bed, may b the effect of d medicines... don wanna say, that i fainted off again
i later found the broken piece of her bangle at ma place... blood stains on d door. Din tel anyone abt the incident, 'll luk scary or stupid... but no one ll ever think, why did she come to ma place... may she wanted to tel me somthin!
Vick told me days later, that the reason for their break up was 'me'. He thought she had a crush on me, n he was gettin more n more possessive. Vick says, he has really felt that she loves me, whenever ma name comes in their conversation.
When she was asked to chose between me n him, her answer was " 'd rather choose a friend whom i trust than a Bf who does nt trust me"
the whole episode of liya, is jus unbelievable n unforgettable... n the pain of loosing such a sweet friend ll sustain for ever...
but wat did she want tel me? she left, with some questions unanswered...
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Suicide call
my mobile rings... early on a sunday morning... i jus came to bed at 2 am satde night... n who iz this disturbin ma sleep, so early... opened half ma eyes n ...it was a Number flashin and not a name... so it 'd be someone, i dono... rejected the cal. Looked at d clock, its 5.30 am...
back to sleep... ringz again... cut d cal again... n put in silent mode... it rang gain a few times, i think. Finally i decided to switch it off... took d phone...it said TEXT MESSAGE recieved
ok lets see who d hell is it...
it said .." arf'z, this Liya's frnd, 'm deeply depressed to tel u dat liya s not with us anymore, she committed suicide late night yday,ve ve informed her parents, takin her body to mumbai"
wot!!!, i jumped out o ma bed. threw the phone aside.. ah' 'm i in sleep... rubbed ma eyes... got up... went n splashed some water on ma face... came back... took d phone...
may b i was in sleep.wat a nightmare... i wont see that Text now, ll i?
MENU>Messages> Text Messages>Inbox> arf'z, this Liya's frnd, 'm deeply depressed to tel u dat liya s not with us anymore, she committed suicide late night yday,ve ve informed her parents, takin her body to mumbai
Oh My God!wat is this... wat do i do.... is someone palyin a cheap prank?
dailed Liya'sa's number, its switched off...common no one 'd do such a cheap thing for a joke.
i tried the number from which the message came....its busy. Shall i call Vick...
wat if he doesnt know... common he shud know, if there s anythinhin la that....
his mob is switched off, he sleeps till noon.
tried his home number, " hello aunty, vick at home" "yes beta he is sleeping",aunty can u wake him up its urgent". now she started askin wat happendend? is everythinhin alright. i convinced her everything is.
Vick:wat yaar, u wont la me sleep?"
me: " hey wher iz liya?"
vick: wat do i know u cal her n check... ya wanted to tel ya... we broke up last night, had big fight, n 'm done with that b*** don talk abt her anymore.
oh my god now i am wide awke, but dint ve gutts to tel him the news... i asked him to switch On d phone. n said Bye
ah' i cant imagine wats happenning... i still feel like its a kinda bad dream... but why did she... oh' she was... here last weekend...i cant beliveive it... 'm i gettintin scared... 'm i gettintin mad... 'm i gettintin nervous...i feel like crying....uffffff
n d door bell ringz whoz it now...donno ...but who cud it be... oh gosh... my mind has stopped working completely by now. my hands r shivering
i opened d door
n ..wat i saw was a very shocking... or rather... nerve breaking... mind blowing...unbelivable and the worst moment in ma life...
...itz Liya...
tears al over face... her colour looks purple, open n wiered looking hair...
her eyes r blood red... she is in her night dress...
i cud see her wrist cut n thick dry blood around.
ah!!!!! oh!!! ermmm.....
i jumped one step back, she stepped in... her face comletely emotionless... eyes sharp at me...
in wateva voice which came out..i tried sayin.. wat... liya....yaar.wats happennin .. r ya... o ...o k.... i ...i ....got ah...a...stupid text...n....li... ..liya...u okay?"
she said with a plain face " i committed suicide last night"
i was flat on d ground
................fainted off..........................
back to sleep... ringz again... cut d cal again... n put in silent mode... it rang gain a few times, i think. Finally i decided to switch it off... took d phone...it said TEXT MESSAGE recieved
ok lets see who d hell is it...
it said .." arf'z, this Liya's frnd, 'm deeply depressed to tel u dat liya s not with us anymore, she committed suicide late night yday,ve ve informed her parents, takin her body to mumbai"
wot!!!, i jumped out o ma bed. threw the phone aside.. ah' 'm i in sleep... rubbed ma eyes... got up... went n splashed some water on ma face... came back... took d phone...
may b i was in sleep.wat a nightmare... i wont see that Text now, ll i?
MENU>Messages> Text Messages>Inbox> arf'z, this Liya's frnd, 'm deeply depressed to tel u dat liya s not with us anymore, she committed suicide late night yday,ve ve informed her parents, takin her body to mumbai
Oh My God!wat is this... wat do i do.... is someone palyin a cheap prank?
dailed Liya'sa's number, its switched off...common no one 'd do such a cheap thing for a joke.
i tried the number from which the message came....its busy. Shall i call Vick...
wat if he doesnt know... common he shud know, if there s anythinhin la that....
his mob is switched off, he sleeps till noon.
tried his home number, " hello aunty, vick at home" "yes beta he is sleeping",aunty can u wake him up its urgent". now she started askin wat happendend? is everythinhin alright. i convinced her everything is.
Vick:wat yaar, u wont la me sleep?"
me: " hey wher iz liya?"
vick: wat do i know u cal her n check... ya wanted to tel ya... we broke up last night, had big fight, n 'm done with that b*** don talk abt her anymore.
oh my god now i am wide awke, but dint ve gutts to tel him the news... i asked him to switch On d phone. n said Bye
ah' i cant imagine wats happenning... i still feel like its a kinda bad dream... but why did she... oh' she was... here last weekend...i cant beliveive it... 'm i gettintin scared... 'm i gettintin mad... 'm i gettintin nervous...i feel like crying....uffffff
n d door bell ringz whoz it now...donno ...but who cud it be... oh gosh... my mind has stopped working completely by now. my hands r shivering
i opened d door
n ..wat i saw was a very shocking... or rather... nerve breaking... mind blowing...unbelivable and the worst moment in ma life...
...itz Liya...
tears al over face... her colour looks purple, open n wiered looking hair...
her eyes r blood red... she is in her night dress...
i cud see her wrist cut n thick dry blood around.
ah!!!!! oh!!! ermmm.....
i jumped one step back, she stepped in... her face comletely emotionless... eyes sharp at me...
in wateva voice which came out..i tried sayin.. wat... liya....yaar.wats happennin .. r ya... o ...o k.... i ...i ....got ah...a...stupid text...n....li... ..liya...u okay?"
she said with a plain face " i committed suicide last night"
i was flat on d ground
................fainted off..........................
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