12 November, 2010
Noises on the highway
Then, ten minutes after the trucks swooshed by, the giggling teenage girls reached their school, Manoj froze up on the footpath. Clouds gathered overhead and it started raining softly. Drops of water started tracing his frozen body. As the rain increased, a Mercedes sped by him and splashed murky water on him. Chocolate poured over a Manoj-shaped yummy-looking cake.
But Manoj was fighting hard. He tried lifting his heavy hands, his rock-filled shoes, his eye-lids. He tried thinking of something pleasant. Let’s try to picture the girl-friend. But he thought of the time he wouldn’t spend with her because these bitches at work would increase his work. And a bulk of guilt rose from deep within. His heart slowly started dropping to the ground.
Just then the clouds cleared. A silence spread all over him. He was in the here and now. Those bitches cannot rule his life after work. It's just a job after all. A well-paying job which he had worked hard to get. And now that it was his, he was going to enjoy it. Damn the bitches and those bastards. The sun peeped from behind the clouds. And a pleasant feeling rose from deep within Manoj. A sort of calm obtained after years of meditation. Where stress and emotions don’t rule you, but you hold the reins on them. He thought of the superficiality of these things. The fake opinions of those bitches, those fake lives and fake views. A cool breeze blew. Cooled him, dried him. The rocks vanished, his heart found its right place, and his steps became lighter. He shrugged away the dried muck.
On reaching work, Manoj flashed his charming smile at those bitchy females, whispering softly under the hum of the air-conditioner. And then he turned away and walked towards his desk, smiling over their perplexed faces and more to-be-whispered-gossip brewing in their small minds.
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