Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Random Story #3





 ONE MISSED CALL

He was lying on his bed but he was not trying to sleep nor had he just woken up, he just didn’t feel like doing anything else, the ceiling fan caught his fancy while he was wondering of the human condition, wondering how some people worked so hard while others spent their day being slothful and how everything led to nowhere, all of this while trying to figure out how fast the fan above rotated. His mobile rang, it was precariously placed on the table and because it vibrated as it rang it fell, you would think he will spring into action to check the well being of his mobile but agility was nowhere to be seen. Nokia made sturdy phones he had realized the fact long ago, he had lost count of how many times his phone fell but his thoughts had been disturbed so he reluctantly left the bed picked up his phone, nothing wrong as usual, the ring was a reminder it was time to buy grocery he hated shopping for groceries but then again he hated everything that required physical labor the only thing he loved doing was wonder about stuff, he decided to go because he was literally out of everything, food was a necessity, so he walked all the way to his bathroom to wash his face made a vain attempt to fix his ruffled hairs and then began a search for his car keys, a look at his house and you would say it was pretty clean by a bachelor’s standard ofcourse but it’s not because he loved cleaning but because he was too lazy to make the place untidy.

Finally in the car he drove to the nearest store, he loved these new American style stores, just go around and pick up whatever you feel like no more need for lists or standing in front of the store owner waiting for him to answer your queries only to realize the desired product is not available. He took a quick tour of the place picked up some necessary items and a lot of attractively packaged useless crap. Payment was done by credit card it was easier this way, no need to count or worry for change all you needed to do was hand over the card and sign on a little slip moreover it was never fun to give away real money, the actual transaction was so well hidden he no longer felt the pinch the credit card had truly set him free. Back in his car he was wondering of the work that needed to be done, Sunday would eventually end today the thought killed him a little. The mobile was calling for his attention but before he could reach it, the phone fell again, he sighed in exasperation and went down to pick it up completely oblivious of the SUV abode a reckless driver coming right at him.

The blood in his eyes made his vision unclear, the shock of the collision had left his ears temporarily dysfunctional, he could see the SUV burning the driver is probably dead he thought and now the fear of his own mortality hit him, he was too young, he was not yet ready to die, there were a lot of experiences he was yet to have all the astrologers had predicted a long and healthy life for him, this couldn’t be right. The car was upside down, pain emerged in every part of his body as his deafness ended, his body was in an awkward position but the seat belt was stuck, he tried to grab that swiss knife but it was just out of his reach, he noticed his phone was still working, ‘one missed call from mother’ it said. Mother would be devastated if I died today, more pain he made another attempt to break free but his hands were absolutely powerless , he hoped and prayed for help to arrive but with every passing second hopelessness grew, he realized his ribs were broken more excruciating pain, he tried to divert his attention by thinking of something pleasant but failed, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep his eyes open, maybe this was it he thought, no point shouting or crying, he closed his eyes and thought of all the things he had done, all the things he could have done but mostly he thought of things he had avoided doing. As he was about to begin his journey in to oblivion he felt a couple of hands grabbing him.

9 comments:

Chhaya said...

Ahhh, the small things that we so casually take for granted, come back to haunt us. Like a missed call from someone you love. If I were to die right now, I wud surely regret missing the change of saying things I always wanted to say...

nice snapshot of a story :)

Ashley said...

A life changing experience...Did not see it coming at the beginning.. Nicely told. :)

Yemiledu said...

Nokia phones are sturdy :P

A really nice story.

IdleMind said...

All things die, but Nokia phones are recycled! :) ... On a serious note, loved the way you merged the inevitable with the lightness of those sturdy phones. Good one!

Amnn.......//1! said...

dude ........!!!!!!!! amazing man ...!!

The Idiot Blogs said...

The Idiot congratulates the Moron... sorry.. the oxymoron... :-)

That was wonderfully written my friend... brilliant :-)

Keep Writing..

Vittaldas Prabhu said...

This is my first visit to your blog and am here on your request. Nice blog space you have here.

Coming to the story, nicely done. The loneliness of a person who has come to a different place (for whatever reasons) are very nicely described in the first part.

The regret for things not done, the pain of seeing a loved one sad, the desperate attempt to live is all beautifully described in the second part.

I hope to visit again and so do I hope you would visit me too. :-) Cheers!

Quirky said...

Nicely written... loved the ending :)

Chhaya said...

Happy New Year!!