Life - Part2
One warm summer early morning, a boy cycling at wind speed through the empty narrow roads. The shops are still opening their shutters, fresh smell of wet mud as the vegetable seller splashes a mug of water around his sitting area. It was 7:30 am, and the boy was speeding through the roads overtaking the auto-wala loaded with 12 kids and their school bags & water bottles hanging on the sides to maintain balance on those three wheels. Ringing his cycle bell as he rode through long winding road caused by the cattle standing on either side of the narrow road. It was a shortcut; the one which will let him reach his morning maths tuition exactly 2 minutes before she arrived. He'd always park his bicycle behind the tree and stand there and wait. Those 2 minutes were like a 2 hour wait for him... he used to count the black ants that climbed up the tree. It was always around 36 before she showed up. But this time after 42 ants climbed up; when the 43rd was climbing there was a weird high pitch siren. The boy panicked and looked around. He saw nothing, people were walking on streets as they heard nothing. He asked himself "What is going on?". And then suddenly he realised, the siren is from the other world.
I opened my eyes. It was 9:15am and it was the darn Alarm clock that was on snooze since 8:30am. The first words "I am Fuct!". Woke up to a cold rainy morning in New York and I said to myself "It's all right just email your Boss that you will walk in late today". And then I decided not to. Instead, walked into the shower, put the cold water on max, and screamed in my head. I towel myself dry, put on some warm clothes and I look at the tooth brush. I mocked at it "It's not your day brother, you don't get to kiss my teeth today". Mouthwash! Pop in a gum; served the purpose of brushing and morning breakfast supplement sugar. As I ran to the subway station, I felt the chill and drops of rain on my glasses. I scream in my head "Phook! Remember to buy an umbrella today, moron". Made it to the station caught the 9:30am train; reached office building by 10:14am. I was constantly muttering "I hope there is no one for the 37th and 46th floor". I made it to the elevator, walked in and pressed 49. Looked to the left and to the right, "All clear Captain, we see no troops for the elevator. The travel is going to be precisely 30 secs to the 49th floor".
Just when the doors were closing I hear a high pitch screech "Wait!". I was like "Phook! Who is this now? She better be going to 49th floor, for I am already late". And then she walks in; pin striped trousers, white vertically striped shirt, black bra, brown hair and Nike shoes. She hits 51. As the elevator shoots up she removes her Nike shoes and puts on black pointed toe, high heeled sandals. Opens her hair, did some shaking around, tied it back. That is all she did; and in under 20 secs I see a business damn-sel professional....whew. And then 49th floor bell rings "Ting!". This time I couldn't keep it in my head. "Damn", I say. She looks and smiles and says "Have a good day". I smile back and say "You too. Nice...." [Ting! the elevator door closes] "...hair? :( Damn!"
Walk in and sit down quietly at my desk. Mr. Pentrotski staring at me says "Most kind of you, Sir. It was just a Black Bra you effing perv. Stop imagining her. Focus! You are at work". [INSERT-REGULAR-WORK-DAY]Yadee-Yadda[/INSERT-REGULAR-WORK-DAY]
I walk out at 7:45pm from work. Say to myself again "Phook! Remember to buy an umbrella todaytomorrow, moron". Catch the subway, reach my destination. I am walking towards home. I stopped outside my gate and say to myself "Better check the mail". I open the other gate and I hear "Hello?". I shift my entire weight on my right leg and lean towards my right. I say "Peter! What are you doing up there?". I see my landlord on a ladder up against the wall fixing the side-path light. Peter is the landlord of the house I live in and my friend. An Italian 46 year old friendly guy with a big heart. He says "Hey Pinak...my man! How you doing? I haven't seen you in a long time. Come over here and tell me if you see the shed well lit up". I helped him fix the light and then as he walks down he asked me "Bro! You wanna get high tonight?". I said, "Yeah Man! You got something on you?"". Peter grins and says, "Fucking A". He says "You got your Pipe?". I grin, " Absolutely!". We smoked some real good weed. It was amazing, we both got the hit. As we are talking, he pauses and stares for 15 secs and says "Shit! that's my girl, sober up". We both look/act normal and sober. Launa, the Ukrainian land lady(a wonderful person) comes over and says "Hey Pinak! Long since we saw you... Are you hiding in your basement?". Peter & Launa are really nice to me. She asks "Would you care for some coffee?". I was elated, "Yes! Absolutely!" I screamed. As she walks through the door, I ask Peter "Have I got any mail?". He hands me over my letters. I look at one and giggle and read it out to him "Information on your Retirement Plans". He is like "No man! This is the time you should be saving up. Put that juicy cash in your 401(k) brother, by the time you retire you'll be rolling in money". I was like "Yeah! True True". He asks me "You doing all right bro? Haven't seen you in a while. You shacking up some bitches down there?". I laugh and say "No man! Not me". He says, "What's wrong with you? These are your prime fucking years bro. At your age I was like a dog in heat, fucking around the bitches. You gotto get some good fuck bro. Else, it'll fuck you up". I couldn't have disagreed.
We walked in. As she was preparing coffee, Peter was checking his emails. He whispers to me "Pinak! come here, check this out man". We are checking out naked pics of the weather reporter from channel 11...shez hot (I forget her name); and then Launa calls out from the kitchen "Coffee is ready guys". We turn off the screen, grab our chairs and move closer to the table. I tell you Italian espresso is the best. Amazing coffee! As I sipped I started to feel the hit of the cannabis. I enjoyed the trip. After a while I went back to my basement studio. I searched through the papers and found the menu. I say to myself "Tonight we go Malaysian :)". I ordered some Roti Canai and Malaysian Curry Chicken with Hainanese Rice. Fantabulous I say... I hogged like a pig. That was some good weed, Peter. Thank You.
And now you know what made me type this short story.
I opened my eyes. It was 9:15am and it was the darn Alarm clock that was on snooze since 8:30am. The first words "I am Fuct!". Woke up to a cold rainy morning in New York and I said to myself "It's all right just email your Boss that you will walk in late today". And then I decided not to. Instead, walked into the shower, put the cold water on max, and screamed in my head. I towel myself dry, put on some warm clothes and I look at the tooth brush. I mocked at it "It's not your day brother, you don't get to kiss my teeth today". Mouthwash! Pop in a gum; served the purpose of brushing and morning breakfast supplement sugar. As I ran to the subway station, I felt the chill and drops of rain on my glasses. I scream in my head "Phook! Remember to buy an umbrella today, moron". Made it to the station caught the 9:30am train; reached office building by 10:14am. I was constantly muttering "I hope there is no one for the 37th and 46th floor". I made it to the elevator, walked in and pressed 49. Looked to the left and to the right, "All clear Captain, we see no troops for the elevator. The travel is going to be precisely 30 secs to the 49th floor".
Just when the doors were closing I hear a high pitch screech "Wait!". I was like "Phook! Who is this now? She better be going to 49th floor, for I am already late". And then she walks in; pin striped trousers, white vertically striped shirt, black bra, brown hair and Nike shoes. She hits 51. As the elevator shoots up she removes her Nike shoes and puts on black pointed toe, high heeled sandals. Opens her hair, did some shaking around, tied it back. That is all she did; and in under 20 secs I see a business damn-sel professional....whew. And then 49th floor bell rings "Ting!". This time I couldn't keep it in my head. "Damn", I say. She looks and smiles and says "Have a good day". I smile back and say "You too. Nice...." [Ting! the elevator door closes] "...hair? :( Damn!"
Walk in and sit down quietly at my desk. Mr. Pentrotski staring at me says "Most kind of you, Sir. It was just a Black Bra you effing perv. Stop imagining her. Focus! You are at work". [INSERT-REGULAR-WORK-DAY]Yadee-Yadda[/INSERT-REGULAR-WORK-DAY]
I walk out at 7:45pm from work. Say to myself again "Phook! Remember to buy an umbrella todaytomorrow, moron". Catch the subway, reach my destination. I am walking towards home. I stopped outside my gate and say to myself "Better check the mail". I open the other gate and I hear "Hello?". I shift my entire weight on my right leg and lean towards my right. I say "Peter! What are you doing up there?". I see my landlord on a ladder up against the wall fixing the side-path light. Peter is the landlord of the house I live in and my friend. An Italian 46 year old friendly guy with a big heart. He says "Hey Pinak...my man! How you doing? I haven't seen you in a long time. Come over here and tell me if you see the shed well lit up". I helped him fix the light and then as he walks down he asked me "Bro! You wanna get high tonight?". I said, "Yeah Man! You got something on you?"". Peter grins and says, "Fucking A". He says "You got your Pipe?". I grin, " Absolutely!". We smoked some real good weed. It was amazing, we both got the hit. As we are talking, he pauses and stares for 15 secs and says "Shit! that's my girl, sober up". We both look/act normal and sober. Launa, the Ukrainian land lady(a wonderful person) comes over and says "Hey Pinak! Long since we saw you... Are you hiding in your basement?". Peter & Launa are really nice to me. She asks "Would you care for some coffee?". I was elated, "Yes! Absolutely!" I screamed. As she walks through the door, I ask Peter "Have I got any mail?". He hands me over my letters. I look at one and giggle and read it out to him "Information on your Retirement Plans". He is like "No man! This is the time you should be saving up. Put that juicy cash in your 401(k) brother, by the time you retire you'll be rolling in money". I was like "Yeah! True True". He asks me "You doing all right bro? Haven't seen you in a while. You shacking up some bitches down there?". I laugh and say "No man! Not me". He says, "What's wrong with you? These are your prime fucking years bro. At your age I was like a dog in heat, fucking around the bitches. You gotto get some good fuck bro. Else, it'll fuck you up". I couldn't have disagreed.
We walked in. As she was preparing coffee, Peter was checking his emails. He whispers to me "Pinak! come here, check this out man". We are checking out naked pics of the weather reporter from channel 11...shez hot (I forget her name); and then Launa calls out from the kitchen "Coffee is ready guys". We turn off the screen, grab our chairs and move closer to the table. I tell you Italian espresso is the best. Amazing coffee! As I sipped I started to feel the hit of the cannabis. I enjoyed the trip. After a while I went back to my basement studio. I searched through the papers and found the menu. I say to myself "Tonight we go Malaysian :)". I ordered some Roti Canai and Malaysian Curry Chicken with Hainanese Rice. Fantabulous I say... I hogged like a pig. That was some good weed, Peter. Thank You.
And now you know what made me type this short story.