Chapter 9: Gratitude
Undated & Forever
Deepty – for positive words of wisdom
Adi – for care and concern
Daleep – for motivating me
Ganesh – for sharing the most difficult moment of his life
Dipanwita – for being the first one on the 2nd day of my mishap to call me & express concern
Kalpesh – for being the best buddy
Ulka – for never letting me feel alone
Sonar – for letting me know that there are issues with copy
Deepa – for being there the way she is
Prasad – for being the best of buddy
Apurva – for being cheerful and cheering me
Mansha – for making me believe again in destiny
Prashant & Swati – for being my supportive
Sanat – for letting me know that I can still manage to be unstoppable
Ajay – for telling me that worrying will only weaken me and therefore I should continue working
Raji – for challenging me again and again
Gayatri – for telling me that lunch was terribly silent
Rutu – for making me believe that she will always remain the darling of a friend for me
Rohit – for comradeship that requires no words to be described as it is inevitable
Lydia – for keeping in touch
Yogita – for telling me it is good to have a neighbor who keeps you on your toes
Yadav – for tolerating all my tantrums
Priya – for making me realize I am really scary
Jaggu – for pushing me hard to work on a few captions for his photo exhibition
Khanna – for telling me how invisible I have become
Sweetu – for keeping on telling me to get well soon
Yogi – for saying that one accident can never leave me without energy
Rajeshri – for letting every one know that I have become immobile and getting me connected
Kiran – for making me believe again that true friendship is much more precious than any other wealth in this world
Rupal – for quarreling over the fact that not meeting a friend often leads to such long unforeseen vacations of a painful nature
Ameet Sonawane – for telling me from America that I will get well soon
Ashina – for getting me involved in something I was unaware about
Nikita – for letting me know that beyond everything hidden is that truth of mistrust
Nikita Narang – for offering the flowers to my Lord Ganesh in office
Adees S. – For delhidreams
A big thank you to my daredevils: Antara – for ferrying me to the hospital on her Honda Activa | Udayan – for being the first to rush to help his elder brother | Arpita – for unlocking the door to the home in which I lay in pain | Bara Maima – for putting my injured leg on the pillow and caressing me with love & care | Nibedita – for missing her dadamani | Bara Mama & Chota Mama – for saying it is just a temporary phase | Didu – for giving me courage…
But Mom is the greatest of all… I love the way you are simple, loving, caring and supporting me through all this.
Chapter 10: Moment of Total Triumph
February 17, 2011
I had visualized it come alive. I had eagerly anticipated its truism. And my phone rang. I answered after the first bell. The voice on the other end declared – THEY LOVED IT AND WE HAVE GOT TWO MORE TARGETS TO HIT. I loved that positive feeling. I had worked hard on this campaign. But this entire campaign belongs to a team, which made it sure that we delivered quality without compromising on our vision. Sitting at home, perched on an escalated computer chair and a plaster, I wasted not a single second along with my team to put things in place. At the end of the day, we are answerable. I simply felt great to be at the core of the triumphing moment. And I give entire credit to my team and my creative partner, my buddy for making me believe again – ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN THIS WORLD IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Chapter 11: It Is So Not Very Of Me
February 18, 2011
My conversations were bitter. My deliverance was lethal…
Chapter 12: Shocked and Awed
February 19, 2011
The internet is a powerful tool of communication. But once misused can shatter everything. Be it pride, honor or glory; God forbid if someone ever manages to hack into your personal email id, you are in for a shock. Today I helplessly witnessed something that kept unfolding miles away from me. It was a virtual war of words. It was a digital destruction of an identity. Everything that seemed secure was at stake. And what suffered the most were friendship, trust, faith, belief and mutual admiration. Passwords were being changed, identities were deleted, profiles were scrutinized, forwards were monitored and on the other end of the phone were three voices. Every voice spoke on a different level. One spoke on the level of suspicion, the second voice spoke on the level of being in grief and shattered and the third voice spoke on the level of surety. The location was traced to a crime capital of a place located in the heart of a lively city like Mumbai. Nothing seemed to be unstoppable. Be it doubts, words, allegations or making it sure that one or the other gets hooked, booked and cooked. At the end of the day, I was left shaken because in spite of being confined my mind was pushed to a roller coaster of a ride… Shaa…. It was so much unexpected of you my friend. I will take lot of time to recover from this shock. Because I really had no role to play in this.
Chapter 13: Ruined Sunday
February 20, 2011
It was a sunny Sunday. I was watching one after the other best movies on television. But I was thrilled to catch up with Roman Holiday on Zee Studio starring Greogery Peck and Hepburn. At the same time my movie viewing experience was interrupted by a phone call that made a demand. I did share the information that was demanded of me. But the voice on the other end made me feel as if I was at the core of something that was completely untoward. I was questioned, I was crosschecked and I was asked to part with information that I consider very serious. At the end of the Sunday while watching the amazing Marathi movie Gandh, I realized how fragile every relationship is. I also realized how closest of friends misunderstand you and mistrust you on a matter which is actually rooted in the city you are just based at. Anyways I retired for the day feeling very disturbed.
Chapter 14: Never Say Never Again
February 21, 2011
I had once promised myself that I will never step into the shoes of another person who is an expert in his or her own field. But I had to do so today because somewhere I felt my commitment towards my creative vision was feeling threatened. I believe there are different ways of interpreting and decoding visions. But today, I was dealing with a mind which simply refused to think. My phone calls were left unanswered. My online chats were left unaddressed. My smses never received any replies. I even sent mails. But the unthinking mind just wasn’t in a mood to cooperate. After trials and errors, I gave up and decided I should sacrifice my selfishness and step into the shoes of a person who seems or is supposed to be knowing a bit more than me.
Chapter 15: Completion
February 22, 2011
My mom says very soon I will find myself feeling petrified of my own temper. Her fears might just come true some day. I was speaking to my otherwise soft spoken colleague from office. I wanted to make it sure that before I proceed for my journey to a slightly laid back town, I accomplish my assignments. But this particular assignment just continued getting stretched. Though I felt apologetic later, at that moment my colleague became the victim of my wrath. I know for days, she would be in a state of disbelief that it was I to whom she conversed with over the phone. And it was the same me, who might have really jeopardized her eardrums. Luckily I completed my bit of work that was left pending. There are also those who are stuck between two worlds – Better and the Worse. It was disheartening to see how creativity was put at stake. But then I had very little or less to complain about because we were chasing a livewire deadline.
Chapter 16: Escapade
February 23-27, 2011
Only my mobile was with me. Half of the time, the network was zero. The journey went well and the people around me were filled so much with life. For a moment, I failed to realize that I was tending a fractured left leg. I felt like keep walking with them for hours. But they advised me to rest. I caught up with lovely tea. I entertained myself to good quality food. I enjoyed sleeping longer hours. And I enjoyed smelling the smoke that emerged out of the manmade charcoal gas. I just want to be there forever in the near future.
Chapter 17: Home Coming
February 28, 2011
A break within a break.
A home away from home.
A feeling complementing a feeling.
A vacation in a vacation.
A complication surrounded with more complication.
I felt nice coming back home. Hope kept me feel driven; the hope of soon getting rid of my plaster tomorrow. The first thing I did was put on my television and catch up with some real entertaining stuff. I opted for infotainment. I loved to watch a Macedonian movie on Lumiere Movies which dealt with supernatural happenings. The name of the movie was Shadows. It had a simple but sexy concept. The movie revolved around a doctor and his encounters with spirits. Thereafter it was a lot of viewing of an equally stupid budget, which does no good to inflation. Air fares and hospitality costs are supposed to cost more. And how dare our finance minister shamelessly declare that healthcare cost might go still higher. Indian politicians can kill the Indian population in one blow by waging a war of prices. Soon there will arrive a time when we will find ourselves begging at many doors…
Chapter 18: Mixed bag of sordid feelings
March 1, 2011
Today was eagerly awaited. I just was excited for my left leg, which was all set to taste freedom. The pale looking plaster was supposed to go and I was sure to walk my way or drive my way back home. Nothing of that sort happened. The entire experience left me feeling pathetic, even more frustrated and I cursed every moment of that moment when I met with this bloody accident. I understand the harshness in the language of my writing is due to the most inevitable experience, I didn’t want to be a part of. On reaching the nursing home, I was shocked to find my doctor’s cabin empty. Limping desperately, I rushed to the reception and asked where the doctor is. The receptionist was a bit too busy with the animated conversation she was having over the phone. The second attempt of communicating with her was a success, which was made possible only by my sister. She came back saying, the doctor had left for a stroll since there were no patients to be addressed between 6.30 pm to 8 pm. We were at the nursing home at sharp 7.45 pm to avoid the situation of causing any delay to his departure. The orthopedic has been immensely helpful so far. On entering his cabin, I was warmly welcomed by his smiling face. Courteously he once again asked me to pull the stool and sit comfortably. I did so. He went through the prescription, turned towards me and inquired about my health and my leg movements. After lending an ear to all my motivated conversations, he ticked the name of a medicine I have been taking doses of so far and declared – I AM HAPPY TO SAY THAT YOUR PLASTER WILL BE REMOVED ON MARCH 8. WE ARE DELIBERATELY DELAYING THE PROCESS TO SEE TO IT THAT THE BROKEN BONE STIFFENS IN A GOOD WAY OR ELSE YOU MIGHT HAVE TO STAY INDOORS LONGER. I was left shaken. I had thought, today was the day of freedom but was only left feeling upset when I was made to believe, it will stay one more week. It will stay on my left leg to tease me and remind me of that fateful Wednesday. I came home hurling silent abuses within my mind. I could even feel the instant irritation caused. A friend called up after I reached home to inquire about my health and I vented my anger on her saying – IT YOU THINK A PLASTER IS FUNNY, GET YOUR BRAIN SCANNED. That was the end of every communication today. The night has arrived and I just don’t want to sleep. I might continue reading a book or catching up again with another show of THE SOCIAL NETWORK on my laptop. Or maybe continue reading the freshly arrived issue of my most favorite magazine – OPEN.
Chapter 19: Irreversible
Undated and Forever
I must make peace with the thought that it was an untoward mishap. But it happened. I should have been very angry but I sacrificed my anger. It is painful experience. I have to live with it at the moment. I now feel I really must not have let him go. He ruined some of the finest moments of my life. Who the hell had asked that stupid biker to drive unabashedly? Wasn’t he aware that he was driving on a road and not flying in the sky? People walk on these roads. Life changes on these roads. Why didn’t he blow the horn? Who had given his wife the right to start screaming on me? Didn’t he deserve that slap from the bystander who took control of the situation? Who the hell was he? Hiding his face behind a black helmet mask, seated on a 180 cc Black Bajaj Pulsar, he kept riding like a madcap and what did he do? He knocked me down… B*&$@##&###*!@#
What I have lost in these many days, shall never come back to me and it is my most precious PEACE OF MIND.
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