Hello Friend – 3

‘K’ had rescheduled his appointment so that he could take care of the formalities at the school and get some peace. It had been a hectic week for him; he had been traveling and meeting clients to look at business prospects in Europe. He loved Europe.

It had rained all day. The clouds enveloped the imposing structure adding an eerie value to the already gloomy day; ‘K’ was happy to be there. It was in this very hallway that he had wept his heart out ten years ago. His kid was to study in this same school; he was proud that he could afford him this school and smart clothes. He couldn’t believe when the caretaker walked him to room # 576 and showed him in – the room where he had spent eight years of his life. They didn’t change the layout but the room was much cosy and neat with light curtains. While his wife helped the Kid unpack there was a knock on the door and ‘S’ walked in with his son and wife in tow. ‘K’ turned around and looked straight into the eyes of ‘S’.

They couldn’t believe it. They looked at each other, held each others gaze for a while then looked up and then down and murmured obscenities. ‘K’ plonked himself on the bed while ‘S’ just stood at the door resting his body against the door frame. The wives didn’t notice neither the kids; they happily introduced themselves and get on with the business of unpacking.

The time seems to have stood still. They both seem to have been placed in a vacuum. It was getting stuffy and too intense, they couldn’t hear anyone and take it anymore both felt guilty. ‘K’ walked out of the room first, ‘S’ followed him. They walked down the hallway and out the front gate. ‘S’ flicked a cigarette, ‘K’ lit it. Not a word was spoken. ‘S’ passed the cigarette to ‘K’, ‘K’ took three deep puffs and handed it back.

‘I didn’t take the scholarship as I got a better one. But thanks.’

‘That’s okay.’

‘I hated you when we were together.’

‘I didn’t loved you either.’

They broke into smiles and then laughter and shook hands for the first time and slowly made way back to room 576 talking and catching up on lost times.

My Enemy

Death shall be yours soon,
The last tear rolls down my cold cheek.
Forsaken, I for a rich dream;
You enjoy your winning streak.
Run, she follows you;
Her black cloak invisible and her breath reek.
The dark woods would shelter you;
Make it your home and beseech.
You have to live my enemy to meet again;
It’s me who would put you to sleep.
I would bring flowers to your grave,
And remember those kisses long and deep.

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Hello Friend – 2

I stood in the hallway on that cold winter evening staring at room 567. It happened eight years back, I was hauled into this new school by my old man as again I had run into trouble in my last school. I have had problems with authorities, always. My old man was tired of moving me around and was giving me a change, the last chance to improve before he would disown me, that is what he told me when he dropped me there.

The army of helpers fixed things for me. I was too tired to take notice of anything around and slept off. The next morning, I was surprised to see this scrawny little wretched kid ‘K’ sharing my room. He appeared too hesitant to break ice with me. Months passed and all we had exchanged were couple of sentences. Most of the times he was neck deep in books and would refuse to play or take anything I offered, it hurt me.

I could sense that he hated me for being privileged. Yes, I had everything and was ready to share it but he kept distance. I didn’t like the fact that he hated me because of my rich father and not because of who I was. I extended my hand many a times to be friends but he was never interested. I spend two years in 567 with ‘K’ and then my old man pulled me off to England to get better education.

Eight years have passed and I have waited patiently for ‘K’ to pass his high school exams. It’s time to have my revenge – I have offered to sponsor his study in England, all arrangements done. He has been brought up on doles and scholarship, let’s see if his pride and principles allows him to accept it.

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Hello Friend – 1

I stood in the hallway with my bags and the tears streamed down my cheeks. I had got a scholarship to study in England which I so badly desired to start a new life and a new beginning. The deafening chatter that would have made me flinch on other days seemed to pass unnoticed today.  I stood there gazing at room 576. I had almost been in that room for eight years.

The first day when I was led into this room, I remember gingerly opening my bags to extract couple of hand me down from a distant relative which I neatly labelled to avoid getting misplaced. I had no idea how stupid I would look in those ill fitting clothes until I walked into the class the next day. Sometime later in the day ‘S’ barged into the room. I was to share the room with him and he was what I was not and what I could never be.

At times ‘S’ was as cultured as one could be and other times as rotten as a sewer rat. He walled in with an entourage of helpers who did everything for him before they left. He didn’t notice me as if I was invisible and he slept off in his shoes. That night I helped ease his expensive shoes and covered him with a blanket.

He was someone who defeated and belittled my principles. He was the smartest in the class and everybody wanted to be his friends; he enjoyed that attention while I avoided him. He never studied, almost never but still managed to scrape through exams. After holidays he would get me gifts which I always refused – it had become my habit to refuse anything he would offer me. I hated him for being ‘rich’. He never showed off but he had it all which I could have only dreamt.

We housed together for two years before he was packed off to some rich expensive school in Europe. In those two years we hardly spoke and I never called him my friend. Today morning, I stumbled upon my scholarship papers in the Head Master’s office – my scholarship was sponsored by ‘S’.

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How we hate us?

Finally some respite. I heard it’s raining intermittently in the hills. Bless us. Finally! We would see some cheers and hopes. Hopes in the hearts of the farmers and cheers to the habitants of the plains – the sun has been harsh on us this April.

Only God knows who is to be blamed for this change. The favorite whipping boy has been the deterioration of the environment by us – felling of trees, emission of gases etc and then the other view – delay in disturbances.

One thing is destined – we would perish much more before this earth at the rate we are killing each other.

How we hate us?

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