I have read and heard a lot of people say that “You don’t get hurt unless you let someone hurt you”. Well… there are two ways of looking at it. One, you become so curt a person that you don’t let them talk anything that will ever hurt you. The second way is, whatever crap they give you, you just smile, let it trespass your earlobes to the other ear, and finally out of your entire system.
According to many….If you are the former they say you are good to go! A strong headed, confident person maybe! But if you are the later, you are not a confident person, an easy prey for others to take advantage of! Or someone who cannot speak up for themselves when someone is tearing them up for their own pleasure!
I totally disagree : ) just try to be the later…. You know how many nerves and muscles are put to test! How difficult it is to be “The Saint” ^_^
Your system imbibes patience only with the passage of time! Maybe that’s why I feel sooooo old!!! ^_^
P.S: This might sound like a filler! I really need to get into the "blog bloggin" sooon!!! : )
I never thought I will take such a long break from blogging, but hey… it’s always like that isn’t it? You never know what happens next! Too many things happening and too many things to do, yet, time remains too little for everything!
Well, in this too little time I had for myself in the past couple of weeks, I accompanied my friend to a weird weird place that made me wonder if hell would look similar. It was filled with nerve wracking, hard core rock songs and a weird smell, was that liquor? I really don’t want to know! The music was too loud that my heart tried to escape through my throat! And how that felt was not pleasant, trust me!
No no I am not talking about a pub or disc or something. It was just a small tattoo parlor run by two freaky looking guys! I really don’t know how smoke (smoke is my friend’s best name ;)) and those guys managed to have a conversation in that ear bleeding-music filled room. I escaped the pain of listening by just giving a “thumbs up” when they finalized on the design!
The tattoo guy traced the design on a special tattoo print sheet, pressed it on smoke’s arm, and peeled the sheet away…you know just like the boomer tattoos! :P but then came the real action! The guy started puncturing a thousand holes on the traced design with a sharp needle. Well, at first it looked as simple as embroidering a cloth to me, but then I realized it was a hell a lot of pain when I saw my friend’s weird expressions and fake smile. (The pain looked obvious smoke! :P)
“So why all the pain? The design is going to stay on your arm forever. Won’t you ever get bored of it?” I questioned.
“A physical pain to get over the worse that’s inside.” He replied with the same fake smile.
Hmmm… I am never getting myself a tattoo! Not really for the pain… I get bored easily! : )
When I woke up, I was in a room with cracked walls and withering green paint. I couldn’t see anything in the room but an old wooden chair that looked more like a lounge sans its cushions. Bright sunlight gushed in through a doorless doorway that was right in front of me. “Where am I and how did I get here?” I asked myself.
I tried to rise from the wooden chair to get out the place, and landed my feet on something wet, which was actually a bucket of warm water! “What the heck?!?!” I screamed, but hey… I din hear my voice! I froze in sheer shock. What is happening to me? I screamed again, “helllooooooo”, again I couldn’t hear my voice but the thumping of my heart. I could even feel my pulse behind my ears. I stepped out of the bucket and felt the cushy floor, the floor was cushy because it was carpeted with layers of dirt that stuck on my wet feet like a sock! “Yuck! What kind of place is this? And why couldn’t I hear my own voice?” Not long before I tried to take the next step, a pretty woman came running in “No No don step out! I forgot to clean the floor! Please sit down”. I sat down like a hypnotized puppy, gazing at her flawless face. She must be elder to me by some ten years at least, but her face was young and flawless. My eyes did not want to lose hold of the woman’s incandescent face! As I kept glaring at her, she dipped my feet in to the bucket and started cleaning it. “What’s happening? Why are you cleaning my feet?” I forced my mouth to be heard but no it didn’t work. I tried to convince that this is just a dream but the warm water and the woman’s soft fingers fondling my feet evaded me from self-convincing.
“I am done with cleaning the floor. You can go now!” Her resonating voice woke me up form my trance.
I stood up to face her back, “Where am i? Who are you?” I could hear my voice now, what a relief! for a second I thought I went dumb. What the heck now? The door is open! I better run instead of starting a weird conversation in this totally creepy place. I ran out of the door and everything outside looked normal. I was in the same route that I took to go home from college. As always, people and vehicles ran past, not noticing anything around. I stopped at a crossroad to get to the other side. I tried to squeeze through the gaps between the grunting vehicles. Before I reached the other side, something caught my attention! I stopped and looked in to the glass window of the car that stood in front of me. “May be something’s wrong with the glass!” How can I not have a reflection! I calmed myself down and went to the nearby clothes showroom to re-check what I saw or rather din’t see! Mirrors and more Mirrors all around but none reflected my image!
I rushed out of the store, crossed the door, and went in the direction I came from. I kept running, looking for that old green house. I couldn’t find it. I know I am in the right place, I know it is here! I am always good with routes! I stood in the middle of the road confused of what is happening around me! I could not take this pressure any longer. My head started spinning and fell on my knees.
Flashes of memories crossed my mind. Yes, it was a bet! I challenged my friends that black magic and witches do not exist…That’s how I got there! There was a rumor in town that the green little house on Burton road is jinxed and a witch steals the most valued possessions of people who enter the house! That is how I lost my reflection! I keep starring in to the mirror all day! I valued my reflection more than anything else in my life. I know I cannot find the house or the witch forever because I know I am cursed now!
I am kneeling in the middle of the road not knowing where to go!
Today when I stepped out to pick the morning papers, (don get me wrong here! I never wake up early… jus that my mom forgot to pick the papers today; she was busy screaming to get me outta bed;)) I noticed some new people in the house opposite to ours . The lady of the house smiled at me and asked me to come over to give some pooja prasadham. When we were busy introducing ourselves, her son came in at jet speed and crashed on her legs.
The following was the conversation between my neighbor’s 5ish old son and me:
Me: (To his mom) choo cute…What’s his name?
His Mom: Sai Karthik
Me: (softly pinchin his chubby cheeks) Chooo cute! Nice name!
Sai: I am not cute I am smart!
Me: ooooh.. okay you are smart and cute!
Sai: (angrily) NO! I am not cute… cute are gals… you cute not me!
Me: O_o’ he he thanks!
Sai: But I won’t say you are beautiful! You are just cute! There is difference... know?
Me: ~@_@~ Oh Yesh!!! Alrite junior romeo!!! You know a lot!!! Me gotta go now! we'll discuss about this in the evening ;) Taaatah!
Sai: Taaatah! (In the same tone and modulation as mine with some chuckles!)
I knew it was a bad idea to start at this time, but she just wouldn’t listen to me. I did not want to press it on her more because I knew she loved Korean music. She often tells me that sitting on the steep Prism Gallery and listening to the shards of music thrown from the strings and tight hides takes her into a beautiful trance.
“Please come with me Peter, the weather report said there will be no snow storm today. C’mon don’t make me beg! You said you will come with me to the concert this year!”
“Oh boy why are you so adamant Iris?” I furrowed my brows and caught her eyes that were chained to my face. She was ignoring all the negative signs and was waiting for that small bit of an expression that will give her a yes. “Alright, give me the keys, I will drive. “
“That’s my Peter Teeter!” She hugged me and gave a warm peck on my cheek. I don’t mind being the devil, to let her beg just to see her sweet puppy dog face ad this warm hug. Oh boy! I love it when she behaves like a 5 year old. I have never seen her behave this way with any other man or woman. The Iris others know of is a strong headed, hardworking, professional. I am the only privileged soul to see the fun side of her, and I love every bit of it.
The instant I started my car, the snowfall became heavier. She jerked her shoulders and gave me a coy smile. “Okay, I am taking you there no matter what!” I said that though all I wanted to do was to sit at home and have a bottle of beer.
Why am I doing this? Well, Iris and I know each other for two years now. No, we are not seeing each other; I won’t call us friends either! Yet, we are there for each other when we want a shoulder to lean or a silent ear to listen to all our nonsensical talks. We share the deepest of our secrets and we are what we actually want to be with each other’s company. We share a special bond that has no name or definition. I broom away all my lame and lazy excuses for her and I don’t regret anything that I give up for her.
Shadows grow so long before my eyes And they're moving across the page Suddenly the day turns into night Far away from the city But don't hesitate 'cuz your love won't wait Ooh baby I love your way (everyday) Wanna tell you I love your way Wanna be with you night and day Moon appears to shine and light the sky With the help of some fireflies I wonder how they have the power to shine, shine, shine I can see them under the pine But don't hesitate'cuz your love won't wait…..
The stereo cried one of our favorite songs. We started singing in tune with the stereo. Iris tried to dance a bit in the squeezed space, inside my old Chevy. We were singing and laughing aloud like a drunk couple, may be that was why I din’t notice the truck. May be that was why I forgot that the road was more slippery that night. May be that was why i took the wrong turn... No, it was my mistake and I will never get her back now; I should have never listened to her… I should have stayed home, snuggling her, holding her tight…not letting her go… not letting her go….I should have stayed home... Iris please come back... Iris...
“Calm down sir, you will be fine soon.” “Aren’t the trauma care unit here yet? What are you doing Ross? listening to some kinda family drama story? Get your ass moving call those lazy buckos and ask them to hurry up.”
Calling A1O…Steve…there is an accident reported in four-west downing road… do you copy… repeat… four-west downing road…
“Holy Christ! It’s a long…long… day Ross. Did you call the fools or not???”
