Thursday, October 4, 2012

Red Herring


26, December 2011                        WOMAN COMMITS SUICIDE

Gayathri, 26, a software engineer committed suicide after her fiancé refused to marry her. Gayathri, who was working in reputed IT firm, got engaged a fortnight ago. It was learnt that couple of days back, the groom and his parents expressed their displeasure in marriage. Gayathri felt shattered and pushed to walls.  Gayathri was sobre for a couple of days, after stepping into this. She was found hanging in her bedroom by the maid servant. Police are investigating, if there could be any foul play.

The above paragraph is just a news article reported by special correspondent for a newspaper. Often media tend to underplay or exaggerate things, but never bring us the true picture. If you want to read news, you are done for the day. If not, I can assure you, there’ll be no twists like a thriller or smooches of vampire sagas. The following is more or less documented to avoid fiction and augment details of real characters and places. Lets rush back to find out, what made Gayathri to make such a decision

A Fortnight ago .....

12, December 2011                                                                                                               15:24 hrs
At one touch of her index finger, the coke vending machine sprang alive, ejecting a diet coke. Half eaten burger in one hand and a coke fastened to her right, Pooja was walking with authority and style in a large hall. Pooja was dressed in black suit with traditional notched collar jacket and a straight skirt. The white blouse with a button down was letting some air and eyes of men preying around. Before reaching her cubicle, she was greeted by her colleague, Gayathri with a peck on her cheek.

Gayathri is a charming girl, seemingly attractive and bubbly. She is a senior programmer analyst and has been working in CRISCO solutions for more than 4 years. Pooja and Gayathri were like two poles, but still both shared a common thread of innocence and cubicle.

Pooja:  so how did it go girl???

Gayathri: pick the spot for treat...

Pooja:  Lucky bitch... Did he say ‘yes’?? OMG!! You got engaged!!! Can’t believe (screaming and laughing at the same time)

Gayathri: ssshhhhh.. Keep it down… my papa confirmed jus now..

Pooja:  that’s bloody awesome… did he ring you??

Gayathri:  yaruu ?? (With a mischievous smile across her face)

Pooja: ur man?? Your Cinderella man perhaps???

Gayathri:  Nah... But he might buzz me soon.

Pooja: ooohh (with her lips joined to form an ‘O’) . Hey!! Arjun has planned for a team out tonight… I m all excited, dance floors and strobe lights.. Can’t wait

Gayathri:  stop the crap yar... Anyways.. Enjoy girl...

Pooja: what the fuck??? Aren’t you coming...  this could be your ticket to US… turning down the offer from Arjun, doesn’t look good... yar...

Gayathri: c’mmon... I m fucking engaged... I gotta stop myself from late night parties and vodhkas!!!

Pooja : ohh yuck.. You’re sounding like my nanny...  One last time girl...  Please dumboo... Please... Please...  I have been craving for this freak out... Please please...

Gayathri : get your ass cooked up by 8.. I’ll pick you...

Pooja: Luv u gal... (She blew a kiss, without disturbing her lip gloss)

12,December 2011                                                                                                       19:48 hrs

Gayathri wore her cocktail dress, a black silk with a short pleated skirt, which swung when she moved. The mood was quite elated, after her fiancé texted her. It was after 8, when her car pulled in front of Pooja’s home. She could see Pooja dressed in a strapless gown whose skin glowed with a creamy texture and her curly brown hair bounced beneath her earrings. With Taylor swift’s voice from the cars stereo, both of them cruised to their team outing.

Maroon draped lounge bar was welcoming the guests and a roof top pool was marking a great evening for their freaking night. Two hefty guys dressed in black were identifying the passes that came at a 4 digit price. This is a normal sighting one wouldn’t miss in pubs.

Arjun with his recently bought Tissot watch, he was all smiles, welcoming his team mates. He couldn’t suppress his excitement, when he saw both Gayathri and Pooja stepping in cautiously

Arjun: Welcome girls!!! Yeah Pooja !! You look gorgeous!!!

Pooja: ( with fingers covering her mouth) ohh !! Thanks Arjun ! You too look hot!!  Is that a new one??? (Eyeing his new phone)

Arjun: oh no!! Just a month back I got it from US, during my last project. There’s a new project down the pipeline, I hope you could make it yarr..

Pooja: Oh really!!!

Arjun: But it’s all in your hands Pooja!!  Your performance matters!!! Pooja: I’ll make you happy, Arjun. 

While leaving, Arjun hugged Pooja, carefully slipping a paper in her arms. Gayathri was surprised, when she saw Pooja punching the air with her fist.

Gayathri:  hey girl!! Wat happened??

Pooja: did you see this?? The note he slipped in my hands??  He has asked me to meet him at the parking by 10... I just can’t believe it... Finally I’ m in for the US project.

Gayathri : So . This time it’s you, who is ready to share your bed with him
Pooja:  hey!! It’s no big deal.. My destiny is waiting. Let me tell you something, Sex is a desire for a man, but an appetite for a woman.

                Soon both ladies moved to their bar stools, ordering vodka and sandwiches. Occasional giggles and heavy blast of music never seem to abate their ecstasy. Before they could realize, their body was taking in more alcohol. Pooja was waiting for the clocks to strike ten, but Gayathri felt that she had to leave alone. So she decided to wrap up things for the evening.

Gayathri : Its 9.30 yar.. I’m leaving.  Have fun. Don’t forget to text me tonight’s episode, tomorrow... Bye girl... Luv ya...

Pooja: Idiot!!! luv u Gayuu !!! 

12,December 2011                                                                                                        21.47 hrs

Gayathri was under the influence of vodka, making her unable to walk properly. She quickly went to the restroom and splashed cold water at her face. She was trying to focus on her reflection on the mirror in front of her, but with little success, she came out to the parking. The attendant brought her car; she dropped 50 bucks as a tip and slipped inside the car.

She was cruising at 80 km/hr, once she steeped on the accelerator, leaving behind the party and heavy metal band. With every mile stone passing by, vodka took her close to her fiancé. Her mind was dancing to the foot stomping music, she giggled, masking her embarrassment.  It all happened in one moment; where she saw eternity and jaws of death. In the process of evading a trailer, she made a 45 degree turn towards her left. The car collided on a marked stationary vehicle, fortunately her air bags opened.  Trauma and panic made her faint on the air bags, perhaps she didn’t know, that she had rammed a highway police patrol car.

A 35 year old police constable Deivasigamani , came running after the horrible accident followed by two more constables. Deivasigamani pulled out his walkie-talkie, to transmit the accident to the nearby beat station.

 Deivasigamani: Head PC (police constable) calling from ECR highway near VGP beach. Reporting accident …

Beat station: Sollunga Deivasigamani !!! (yup.. we can hear you Deivasigamani)

Head PC: Head on collision Sir .. namma vandila. Namma alunga safe, tea sapada pona gap la nadathuruku ( they rammed in our vehicle, when we took a break for tea, no injuries on our side)

Beat Station: Driver irukana??? (Is the driver alive???)

Head PC: Ponnu otiruku!!! Drunken driving pola!!! Light ah than adi sir!! Software company vela seidu pola, ID card parthen !! (It’s a girl who has driven the car; moreover she is drunk I presume!! Only slight bruises, ID done Sir)

Beat Station:   Serupala ivalugala adikanum !!! 108 inform panni, GH la oru certificate vangiru!! FIR file panirunga ( Call the ambulance and get a certificate for drunken driving from GH. Don’t forget to file FIR)

Head PC: seringa Sir!! (Okay Sir!!)

PS: The quote in red doesn't belong to me or Pooja but to Mr.Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960

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