October 13, 2008

It was 6 in the evening...

I was sitting next to the glass overlooking the busy evening traffic on 12th Main road. The sights were not something new to me. I have sat there by the same window with a coffee and observed people and vehicles on the road. But it felt different today. It felt extremely different.

As if someone had shot a video of the busy traffic and was playing it in slow motion for me to sit and watch. Cars were moving past me, with their headlights on high beam. A cyclist was trying to avoid the puddle on the road that was present thanks to the confusing weather pattern that this city is blessed (cursed) with. An old couple walking hand in hand and all that was missing was an old kishore kumar or Rafi’s song.

Suddenly everything stopped. Everyone stopped. The slow motion was over. Someone had pressed the pause button. They knew I was watching. They knew I loved the whole scene that was being played before my eyes. The coffee tasted lovelier than always. The mosquitoes seemed to have taken a break to watch this movie too. Didn’t feel a single one of those blood sucking thingies on my skin for what seemed like a long time.

“Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man. Play a song for me”. I don’t think am sleepy and I don’t think am letting anything come and stop me from experiencing something that I have never felt before. This was completely insane.

Where is my beer when I need one? There it was. On the footpath. I could see how cold it was. I could sense the chill from the other side of the road. Bliss awaits me and all I need to do is cross the road and take it. Cross the road when everything had stopped or so I thought.

Bam. Bam. Crash.

I was lying on the road with my back on the tar road. My head felt funny. My hands were too numb. My leg. I think. Was bleeding? Missing? I don’t know.

“Are you ok?” I heard a voice. A girl’s voice, calling out to me. I opened my eyes. The sun was directly on me. I couldn’t see anything. Everything was dark. I closed my eyes.

There were people around me. They were looking at me. I felt like I was in some zoo. With people paying up at the entrance to come watch me. Perform.

Hindustani music was playing in the background and there it was. The old man smiling at me from the adjacent bed. He was singing. He was the singer, whose voice I had been hearing all evening?

He had a cardiac arrest. The poor old man. He was singing so well. I missed him. I will miss him.

Suno bhai sadho…. suno bhai sadho…

8 comments:

Akshaya Kamalnath said...

Like Bachhan and Rampal in The Last Lear...watching the traffic and the passers - by.
Enjoyed the wham crash bang jolt out of bliss.

netra said...

hey was this real or an imagination

arvindiyer said...

To Akshaya..
Well I haven't seen that movie.. but well this is different:) And glad you liked it.

arvindiyer said...

To Netra..

Well looks like you haven't read too many of my posts:) Welcome to my world.

Zeph Keyes said...

Am guessing this was inspired by the "Arvind, meet Mr Tar and Mr Silencer" moment? nice.

Zeph Keyes said...

no. wait. two things wrong. 1. this can't be based on what i'd thot. too early, no?
2. i gave u a simple compliment. Must be losing me touch.. Deym!

arvindiyer said...

To Zeph Keyes..

hahahaha.. Your comment was prove enough for me to understand that ppl comment here without readin the post:)

Zeph Keyes said...

ha! i read... just didnt notice the date :P