Saurabh Aggarwal's Blog
May 29, 2016
11 pm
11 pm, Friday.
He smashed out of the bar and started his car the moment he got the call from his mother. His father suffered a heart attack and was in ICU.
He had forgotten his bag in the bar. He didn’t care to switch on his music system. He cared not of the lanes he was driving in. He just wanted to reach the hospital ! He tried calling his mother thrice but her cellphone was switched off.
His tensions increased. The hospital was still some 40 kms away.
Random thoughts started disturbing his mind. His childhood, attachment with father, love in the family, his pregnant wife.
How can this happen ? Is life this unpredictable ? He has been fit and fine always. I know he will survive.. yes, he will survive ! he so wants to see my kid.. like every grandfather wants.. Wont he get the moments to play with my kids ?No no, he will survive ! He has to survive ! I still need to fulfill his wishes.. a lot of them… I have been a spoiled person since quite a long. Talks between us lessened. Because I give him no time. Office and bar ! Office and bar.. he knows that I return home drunk ……….8 times in a week.. and now he has even stopped questioning me.. because he knows that I don’t listen to him now. I am sure he must be feeling that I dont respect him but I do. No, I cant claim it because my deeds don’t reflect the same. Words are easier to spit ! Been years I haven’t even hugged him or expressed the love. Why is life so unpredictable ? Been years haven’t seen him smiling or laughing. The content face of his when I was small. I remember I used to hate bhindi and never used to have food if bhindi was there. In those times, we could only manage to have meals with 1 sabzi. Yes I remember all ! And then he used to come and make paranthas in different geometrical shapes and used to serve me like I was the master. Lost are those days and lost are those moments. That happiness. Those smiling faces. It is my responsibility to bring them back, yes ! and I shold get an opportunity to make things fine again. He has to survive. Yes, he will survive !
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
Am I late in realizing his worth ? No, I always knew his worth. But am I late in expressing my love ? Do I really love him ? Respect him ? Yes I do. No, I don’t. How can a father bear his son drinking everyday ? But I didn’t care ! I don’t take out time for him. Not even 15 minutes in a week. I told mother I cant take leaves from office when in last month my father wanted to visit Shirdi. I should not have ignored his small requests. He doesn’t ask anything from me anyways. But what do I give to him ? Tensions, Depressions. I need to bind our small family together. Who else would do ? I cant loose him. I love him. I will do everything he wants from here-on. I will be a good man from now on. I promise ! I promise ! I will spend time with family. I quit drinking right now. I will apologize. I will make everything fine ! God, please save him. We need him. I need him.
He threw the cigarette pack out of the window of his speeding and looked up at the sky for a second. He murmured some prayers.
He then tried to call her mother again but her mobile was off. He tried calling his wife.
And suddenly a truck came from no-where and smashed his car into pieces.
He died on the spot.
People gathered to look at his shattered body. His phone was still in his right hand.
Some-one from the crowd gathered the guts to take out phone from his grip. The call was still in place. He brought the phone near his ear.
“Hello Ritesh.. hello.. Ritesh are you there ?”, he could hear the lady talking from the other side “hello.. Ritesh.. Your father is fine. Absolutely fine now… Tension not… Drive safe and come to home....hello.. Ritesh.. Are you there ?”
He smashed out of the bar and started his car the moment he got the call from his mother. His father suffered a heart attack and was in ICU.
He had forgotten his bag in the bar. He didn’t care to switch on his music system. He cared not of the lanes he was driving in. He just wanted to reach the hospital ! He tried calling his mother thrice but her cellphone was switched off.
His tensions increased. The hospital was still some 40 kms away.
Random thoughts started disturbing his mind. His childhood, attachment with father, love in the family, his pregnant wife.
How can this happen ? Is life this unpredictable ? He has been fit and fine always. I know he will survive.. yes, he will survive ! he so wants to see my kid.. like every grandfather wants.. Wont he get the moments to play with my kids ?No no, he will survive ! He has to survive ! I still need to fulfill his wishes.. a lot of them… I have been a spoiled person since quite a long. Talks between us lessened. Because I give him no time. Office and bar ! Office and bar.. he knows that I return home drunk ……….8 times in a week.. and now he has even stopped questioning me.. because he knows that I don’t listen to him now. I am sure he must be feeling that I dont respect him but I do. No, I cant claim it because my deeds don’t reflect the same. Words are easier to spit ! Been years I haven’t even hugged him or expressed the love. Why is life so unpredictable ? Been years haven’t seen him smiling or laughing. The content face of his when I was small. I remember I used to hate bhindi and never used to have food if bhindi was there. In those times, we could only manage to have meals with 1 sabzi. Yes I remember all ! And then he used to come and make paranthas in different geometrical shapes and used to serve me like I was the master. Lost are those days and lost are those moments. That happiness. Those smiling faces. It is my responsibility to bring them back, yes ! and I shold get an opportunity to make things fine again. He has to survive. Yes, he will survive !
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
Am I late in realizing his worth ? No, I always knew his worth. But am I late in expressing my love ? Do I really love him ? Respect him ? Yes I do. No, I don’t. How can a father bear his son drinking everyday ? But I didn’t care ! I don’t take out time for him. Not even 15 minutes in a week. I told mother I cant take leaves from office when in last month my father wanted to visit Shirdi. I should not have ignored his small requests. He doesn’t ask anything from me anyways. But what do I give to him ? Tensions, Depressions. I need to bind our small family together. Who else would do ? I cant loose him. I love him. I will do everything he wants from here-on. I will be a good man from now on. I promise ! I promise ! I will spend time with family. I quit drinking right now. I will apologize. I will make everything fine ! God, please save him. We need him. I need him.
He threw the cigarette pack out of the window of his speeding and looked up at the sky for a second. He murmured some prayers.
He then tried to call her mother again but her mobile was off. He tried calling his wife.
And suddenly a truck came from no-where and smashed his car into pieces.
He died on the spot.
People gathered to look at his shattered body. His phone was still in his right hand.
Some-one from the crowd gathered the guts to take out phone from his grip. The call was still in place. He brought the phone near his ear.
“Hello Ritesh.. hello.. Ritesh are you there ?”, he could hear the lady talking from the other side “hello.. Ritesh.. Your father is fine. Absolutely fine now… Tension not… Drive safe and come to home....hello.. Ritesh.. Are you there ?”
b.l.i.n.d
... and they try to fix their jigsaw puzzle
with someone
who seem to be perfect
or who pretends to be perfect
and then slowly they realize
that the broken piece wasn’t worthy
to be a part of the picture
they had in their minds
but they wont ever agree to the fact that
the picture was
anyways
imperfect , broken , adulterated !
with someone
who seem to be perfect
or who pretends to be perfect
and then slowly they realize
that the broken piece wasn’t worthy
to be a part of the picture
they had in their minds
but they wont ever agree to the fact that
the picture was
anyways
imperfect , broken , adulterated !
