Day 14: This post for the novella 'An Orkut Love Story' is written as part of the Ultimate Blog Challenge for July 2014.
Chapter 14:
Swagata is coming to Mumbai! WoW! I tell her, it should make
front news on Times of India and the glossies. Arnab would be saying, “When!
India Wants to Know!
Madam slams me, telling that I have become a maven of sorts
making lame jokes that doesn’t make her laugh. “Your jokes compete with each
other in a rat race of sorts so that which one takes the pie for the most
horrible tag.”
I dunno whether her home coming should make me happy or sad,
the heart is not beating at pulsating rate. “Any time. Take a guess, if you
wanna,” she laughs on the phone. I am befuddled and it is sending me into a
sort of hibernation after losing battle striving to convince her to announce
the big date. I am done with coaxing her and going into a state of hyper activity
cum anxiety. Finally, I accept defeat and abandon, after trying all form of
tricks in the book-cutting her phone and telling that I am not gonna speak to
her ever again.
“Hello! It’s girls who try those tricks. You will not be
able to hoodwink me into letting the cat out of the bag. What do you understand
when I say it’s a surprise.”
WoW! What a way to surprise someone, I mean not just any
Tom, Dick or Harry, but the man she spends her nights with..doesn’t matter if
it’s on sms, phone or Orkut. I believe I am her boyfriend. Weird surprise. I am
so done with the excitement and let her come when she feels like. “After all,
you are not the Queen of England?, I tell her.
“And, you are Prince Harry.”
“Ok, if you don’t wanna. Kaun rok raha hai (Who is stopping
you?). As it is Mumbai doesn’t belong to my Dad or forefathers.
“O-K-A-Y!!! You are pissed off…listen! I will come anytime
during this month. Surpriseeeee,” She blushes as if reciting some poem.
“Ok! That I got it… the surprise
thingy.”
I am getting addicted to the FIFA Game on computer and been
deprived of sleep for the past three weeks, furiously hitting on the key board
to score goals. The addiction has been a boon: I am in a state of decoupling
with Swagata and enjoying my personal space, playing games. I have shunned
lovey-dovey sms-es, flirting on phone and posting scraps on each other’s Orkut wall.
The phone is buzzing and 10 missed calls are flashed from an
unknown Mumbai number. I pick it up and an unknown female voice coyly says,
“Hi.” I gently reply, “May I know whose that?”
“What a loser you are? Swagata!!! I’m in the city.”
6 comments:
Not much I can say about this. I guess it's a running commentary on your life. Keep writing. Only then, can you express yourself well.
Well, it's a novella and fiction..far from a running commentary on my life.
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Interesting piece. I think I need to read it all to understand the context.
Nice post... a slice out of your life, I guess? Keep writing....:-)
@Lexi: Thanks for ur lovely words. I am doing an e-novella with the social network site, Orkut as the background.
@Shilpa: No slice of my life but 100 per cent imaginary and fiction. Thanks loads.
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