Prologue:
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 .....
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: 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
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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