Tuesday, February 8, 2011

"GLOOMY SUNDAY"


GLOOMY SUNDAY
500-WORDS OF BAD LUCK

On 6th Feb, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed!
                                                                                                          
Before waking up, as I was groping for my cell phone to see the time, it fell from the edge of the bed onto the floor and died there and then. No efforts could revive it. With its termination, all my contact numbers also disappeared. I could recall none.

It was 11 AM because my sleeping hours were not broken by the usual alarms and suspicions still linger as to whether my cell phone was long dead!

I finished ward work within an hour, and then extracted 2000 bucks from the ATM on my way home in Rover.

At 12 noon, I was cleaning Rover and had a heart ache when I saw the askew rear bumper. Knots were missing and I did not know how. I was recalling ‘murmurs’ I had been hearing for the last 100 kms that Rover was with me, out of the showroom.

Deeply bruised in mind, I came for casualty day duty at 1 PM and was battling infinite altercations with silly people for 8 hours. At the end of the ordeal, I thought of appeasing the grudges of my tummy with tasty food rather than that provided at hostel.

A bill of 400 bucks! And the remainder in my wallet was only 1100! My mathematics unruffled me! A loss of 500 bucks and I did not know how!

At 10 PM, I was standing in front of the locked door of my room in the hostel and I could not enter! The keys had vanished from my pockets. I could not ask anyone because I did not have a cell phone. Even if I did, I could not remember a God-forsaken number!

At 10:30 I reached my home in Beltola, and there too, I saw locked gates! I jumped over it and fell on the already sprained ankle and I winched in physical pain.

I retrieved the keys and I was back within less than half an hour to unlock the door to further misery!

I stumbled on the bucket full of water and within minutes I was kneeling and wiping the floor of my room. While doing so, my head bumped on the table and a bottle of Zincovit fell crashing and broke my patience! I kicked the air, threw wild punches into space and looked above with muted anger.

I tried to escape into the world wide web. An hour into that, I was almost forgetting my jinx! And that very moment, one fitful extension of my leg sent my mirror, which was lying on my bed, flying and crashing into pieces. I saw broken images of my face on those broken pieces of glass and I was so much affected that I wrote this!

But, I could not post it because my Photon plus was disconnected just then, for non-payment of bills!!





Thursday, February 3, 2011

Rov and Rover


White Rover, bright Rover
My sights are set on you
Rover baby, you are proper
And not sober
Like po-faced cars
With repellant scars
With you, I discover poesy
You are so much nicety
Minus the hauteur of Altis or City
Or the corpulent Swift
Unlike some buxom lady
Of taste to a cineaste like me
You are star in any blockbuster
But tell me, what do I do
To stop the Robber?
Keep you under the lights
Stay awake in the nights
Watch over you
Constantly, from my balcony
You make me happier than money
Cute Rover, say you ain’t so mute
Your front grille gleams a smile
I imagine your headlights twinkle
Are they not like beady eyes?
Affectionately I behold your small tyres
On which you crawl the grounds
Then happiness knows no bounds
I hear the cooing of your engine noise
And my heart skips a beat
When I look at your baby poise
Or I sit relaxing in your cuddly seat
Bow-wow of dogs don’t scare you
But where do I hide you?
Do I build a garage for you?
To shelter you like you do
When I feel like you fondle me
When I feel the warmth within you
Ay! Your air conditioner just works fine
You appear like a dream; only mine
See you thus or about-turn
Do I hear ‘Crash and Burn’
Playing in your stereo
I already feel like a hero
To own you, all this description
Lost in absolute fascination
Remain absent-minded the whole day
Never remember what others say
Am I also an academic man?
I doubt if I am staying sane
Acushla! I am lost without you
That is so much true
I can’t measure my infatuation
Unlike your gadgets that tell me your state
Or the gears, pedals and steering by which I control
You are my inspiration; you are my soul!
I may sound a Joker, hallucinate war
Dear O Rover, my sweet little car!