MY ACCIDENTS WITH TRUTH

And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.  

 2:10 PM, SATURDAY, NEAR KIOSK,MIT.    The sun scratched the back of my neck burning my skin. I had been standing at the same spot for more than 10 minutes. It was the best spot I could find to hide. The aim is to watch him without him seeing me. He was late. It reminded me how I lacked the professional touch. I looked at the table below which I had kept the packet in a small polythene bag. Maybe I was stupid to place the bag behind co-ops but there was no one around and the idiot was supposed to come 10 minutes before.  I remembered BHAI’s words. “Thambhi dei uyirae ponalum avanuku nee yarunu theriya kudathu. ana avan full history unaku theriyanum. safety than first.Poruluku addict anathuku apuram un kal la vilunthu kenchuvan,mayangidatha.sms matum than.intha number vera ethukum use panaatha.yar call panalum pesatha.panatha vangu porula kudu.”  I had already got the money.  A sms, “bike stand.12.00 noon. bike number: ********.2000rs.” ...

 “Nan English la pesana onnum perachana ilaye? I get professional only in English” Bhai smiled, it felt weird seeing him in that lungi speaking English.  I nodded my head in silent. After a week from that incident I got a phone call from him to meet . The memory of him threatening me with the knife was still fresh and I couldn’t help but notice the knife was still with him. “Look,I know you would have realized by now all of this was a plan. So let me state your position for you. I am going to make you an offer.If you are not satisfied with it after hearing you are free to walk. No strings attached.” I looked at him, I realized what he meant as being professional he spoke English better than I ever did.  “I was an 8 PONTER in MIT, can’t say I was sincere but did get the marks alright. Everything was well till my 6th semester when I got an arear. I had a small misunderstanding with the ****** who took the subject, but I never thought it was going to reflec...

"seri unaku yarachum girl friend irukangala?" 10 PM,  MAY 2011. It was raining outside. I was lying on my bed near the window watching the rain drops dripping from the top of my window pane. A gentle breeze gently walked past me raining its humidity over me. I was waiting for the reply for my message  “hey, I wanna ask you something” she replied. ”yes kellu . watching rain??”  “yeah,neeyuma?? seri I want you to make a promise to me” “promise ah? ena da?” “seriousa pananum am not joking” “hmmm…”  “I want you to be with me when I die. will you promise to be there?”  “Lusa da nee?? En ipdi pesara??” “sollu am serious.will u??” “how can I promise sum thing lik this??? o.O  moreover how will i know wen u will die??  ” “There is one way……… stay with me till I die :)”  I locked my phone and kept in inside my packet. I closed my eyes wishing nothing goes wrong. It had been almost two years since I sent her friend request. Like all m...

I realized,the knife pressed against my windpipe deeper as I struggled harder. It already had left a shallow mark which sent a tingle of pain. I could scream for help but I know for a fact that he wouldn't hesitate to slit my throat open before help comes. I was in the dark alley, only 10 feet away, radha nagar main road was buzzing with activity. Bhai and his men had dragged from there. Still with the knife against my throat he spoke,  “Nan solradhu purinjudhu na thalaya matum aattu, puriyudhaa??? ” I nodded.  “ENAKU EN PANAM VENUM.15,000.NALAIKU SAAINTHARAM. PURIYUDHA??” I nodded. “TRAIN LA VILUNTHU SAVARA CASE LA POLICE ORU DHADAVAIKU MELA VISARIKA MATANGA.SUICIDE NU CLOSE PANIRUVANGA.PURIYUDHA??” I nodded.  I was walking back to hostel. I realized even among all this shit happening around me there is a tiny bit of hope. He had mentioned only 15,000 which meant the second packet in my bag the other day had been a mistake which he didn’t know. If only ...

 Human brain doesn’t store everything. We don’t remember every day of our day to day life but only the most blissful moments as memories, it is what that lingers on. Often we wish to relive those moments but seldom do we realize them when we are experiencing it. But I was lucky I became aware of its significance when I was experiencing it. It was a world made of water, Reflecting everything around in its miniature form. The drop was sitting gracefully on a waterfall of black current. It was like watching a dew drop on a morning grass except they are much more beautiful as if the drops are made of honey. I realized I was imprisoned within that small world. With the gentle sweep of her head, the water droplets scattered from her hair and the small worlds erupted in silence around her.  I wish I was one among them; I would have been with her, till death part us apart.  “So..,You can expect this question in your semester”,somewhere in a distance far far away math’s ma...