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Wednesday, June 03, 2009

The Sailor: Part 1

Fourth Engineer Ajatshatru, walked out of the cafe door and heaved a sigh. He searched his pocket and found a cigarette,lighted it. The sun shone on his face. His Gold Chain glittered in the sun. He was tall, fair handsome with a chiseled body and jet black cropped hair. His face radiated an aura, he was looking exceptionally smart in his all white navy uniform. He had a face of a Greek God except for a broken nose. He felt all eyes were on him. Those seated inside looked at him with disgust and hatred while those outside admired the "hunk" in the uniform. He smoked a puff,and then turned back to have a last look on her....

She was seated there weeping silently. Oh, she looked so pretty... "Why does she have to do this?", he thought. He wanted to go back to her and wipe tears of her face... like he had done in the past.. but now it was pointless. "Why can't she think straight? ... Why does she always have to be complex?".. a thousand question raced in his mind. "Why is it that only girls have to cry?"

His vision slowly blurred as he stood there. "Damn, the pollution!" Now there was water in his eyes. He took out his black glares smoked another puff and walked off...

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A sailor returned home after his long journey. His dog greeted him at the door. "Want to go for ride, boy? ... Wanna go ? " The dog jumped and moved in circles... "Ok Boy let's go!!!" "Mom give me the bike keys?" "Mom where is the bike?" "Where is my Enfield?" .... "It's not in the garage!!!" ....

"Mom ... How many times have I told you all not to touch my bike... Crap I don't like anybody to touch my bike. Why did you let anyone borrow it!!! I hate it when somebody touches it!!!"

"Ajatshatru!!!"... It was the voice of his father!

"Pranam Papa!", he bent down to touch his father feet! ( the traditional Indian way to greet the elders. )

"You haven't even entered the house... and you are already shouting!"

"But Papa, mom allowed someone to borrow my Enfield... Why does she can't say no! I never allow anyone to touch it! Even I didn't allow you two to touch it!"

"Stop Shouting and come inside!", his father commanded.

"But..."

"Come in!", his father snapped before he could utter any word!

He picked his luggage and followed his father into the drawing room. His dog walked beside him. Even the dog understood the situation....

"Well, I sold your bike", his father spoke in a grim tone.

You Sold it! You sold my Bike! , he thought. He couldn't believe what he had heard... He slowly spoke slowly, more to himself than anyone else. His voice was almost a murmur.. "You sold my bike! I never ever allowed anyone to touch it! I never allowed anyone to ride pillion on it! None touched it except.... "

He got up and took a dog-ball in his hand. His hands clutched the ball as it were a stress ball. His fingers turned white due to the pressure he was applying on the rubber in his hands and walked out...his dog following him.

His mom called out to stop him but his father stopped her, "let him go! He will be fine."

Once, he reached the park he threw the ball with all his strength and gave out a hoarse scream, collapsing on the bench. The dog shot like an arrow, after the ball while he sat there looking blank. In a minute the dog came back holding the ball in it's mouth. It looked at his master with it's tongue hanging sideways. It quietly kept the ball at it's master leg and then jumped and stood beside him on the bench. The young Alsatian looked at it's masters face again and slowly wagged his tail. It then sat down facing his master. It was no more interested in the ball!

The dog sensed the mood of his master and after watching for a while and then gave a slow whimper, and tried to nudge it's brown face at his lap. The master gave it a little pat and the Alsatian slowly licked the tears that had involuntarily rolled on it's masters cheek.

"Damn the pollution!!!", he cursed again. He told to himself, "They sold my Enfield. No one touched my bike ever! No one. Nobody was ever allowed to ride pillion on his bike... No one! It was "her seat." It was Anshika's seat! They sold the last souvenir, the last thing that he had of her!!!" He asked himself the question to which he had no answer, Why can't guys cry?

Memories came flooding back to him, and he saw everything like a movie being played in front of him...

PS: Hi all, it seems that it took me forever to write this story. Can you imagine I started writing it on January 11, 2009 and I have barely written one third of it!!! So at this rate I might never finish it!!! And it's damn long already! Hence, I think I would break it into parts and publish it!!!
Did you like it? Do you like the "breaking into parts" thing? Do let me know!!! And lazy I am, I promise to complete the story though it may take some time... like days or years but I'll finish it!!! And yeah I know i have to post Sleepless Night :3 But I have yet to mentally prepare myself to post the third one. So you have to wit for some more years!!! :D

2 comments:

Raghav Goyal said...

finally some one is posting something nice... cant really comment on story coz it seems i have read just a small fraction of it... i look forward to read the rest of it and would appreciate if it doesnt take years...
breaking a long story in parts is a great idea... people actually might read it then instead of getting bore on second para and commenting great work later....
but still you are lacking your way of writting... You gave a start with short straight forward sentances... and lacked the explaination which your stories generally have... but anyways...

keep posting...

Rishabh said...

Well done dude... This one has really generated an interest... And i loved th ename... AJATSHATRU.....Btw it would have been great if the entire story was published... but i know u r lazy so complete it fast.....