Hi ,
This is something I wrote a long time back but did not post.
It was supposed to have multiple chapters, however so far I have only wrote one .
May be someday.
It’s a bit long and a bit boring but hope you enjoy it a bit.
The Famous Black Tie
Event
A few months Back
A Anchor was
used to keep the ship stable, it was used to keep the ship from diverting . The
Anchor was going below the sea …….
Present Day.
Puke!!!!
Puking
during a hangover was that amazing activity which made you feel good and
miserable at the same time thought Josh while puking in the basin of a dingy,
stinky loo.
“Josh” someone called.
He didn’t know
why he was feeling so miserable after all it was a fun party to be at.
“Josh!!”
Children
were running around playing games, ladies were gossiping & men of course
were making plans with each other about how much and what they were planning on
drinking.
Free booze
after all is the only reason they were here.
“Josh open the door !!!”
Josh felt
another round of nausea hitting him. He was really worried he would land up
staining his black suit, his only suit.
If that happened,
he would not hear the end of it.
“Josh!! You Dumbass Open !!”
It was a black
tie event after all. The best he had attended so far this year. Everyone came
with their best outfits.
Men were in
their pressed suits with shinny cufflinks. Women in the latest fashion LBD:
Little Black dress, which they swore was at least 3 years old .
Yup Josh
thought again lifting his head it was a fun event to be at, even though it was
a funeral.
Funerals, a
place where all these supposed well-wishers had come to mourn the death of a
loved one.
“Josh Dammit “
No one cared.
No one cared except him. His world had just come to an end in one day .
“Josh! If you don’t come out this
very second, I am going to burn you alive in there”
The door started
banging now in full swing.
Hearing that
Josh lifted his head. It was just like Adriana to give such extreme threats. It
was not that she would really do it but knowing her she would find something
equally cruel to torture him with.
Suddenly the
banging stopped.
“Ok then Josh stay there. You have always
been like this. Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah”
Josh tuned
out all the noise she was making. Adriana hated to lecture Josh knew but
somehow with him she could not help herself.
For one
lonely moment Josh thought of letting her burn him. He thrilled in the thought
of ending his misery here and now.
But then he
heard Adriana’s annoying Nasal voice and gave up.
“Relax Relax I am coming already” Josh said.
Josh went to
open the door & struggled with it. He had to try 3 times before he could
figure it out.
Adriana just
stared at him. No one looking at her cool eyes now would think she was the same
person moments back screaming her lungs out. She looked tried with red eyes
which showed she had been crying.
Cool as ever
though in true Adriana style she said “Your
up next and left”
Josh walked
up behind her. Josh took in the scene.
Just like
any other social event this party was also divided in groups a bit strange
groups but groups none the less.
The Prayers:
These were
the assholes who saw miracles in everything. Everything was good and rosy if
you just believed in greater power.
At 25
getting detected with cancer was in his plan. Chemo not working was good so that
the operation would relieve him in one go. Operation not being a success is the
chance to spend time with your family.
And finally
dying was Gods way of giving him peace. Yes, my friends these people really believed that after all , it was not like they were dying and being thankful about it.
The Praise Givers:
The ones who
will praise the dead no matter whether they threatened to kill them when they were
alive.
Their sole
purpose of the day was to declare you a saint. You could be an axe murderer,
rapist or a wife beater it did not matter. From now on you were a Saint in
their eyes.
The Cryer’s:
Just like a
live band they were the essence of a concert they were the noise of a funeral. They
were the entertainment.
The Last but not the least, The fault
finders:
They were
the ones who found fault in everything. The food was not good. The coffin did
not look new. Hell once I had heard someone say the body did not look dead and
hence added whit talc powder to the face.
Jas and I
had laughed for hour over that.
Jas!! Just
thinking of him hurt like a sword was in my heart.
A shadow
passed me and caught his attention and then he seen them.
The Undead
They were few,
The minority bunch in every funeral. They were the ones who were truly sad, the
ones who were left behind, the ones who lived.
The ones who
were undead.
You usually
never noticed them. They greeted you, made sure you got a seat and passed you
for the next sucker.
The shadow was
of Michael Jas’s Brother.
He greeted
some guest. He was walking like he would collapse just now, maybe he would. Now
that would be fun turn of events thought Josh. After all its not every day you
could steal the attention from the guest of honor. Michael could do with some
popularity
“It’s your turn now” Josh felt Adriana’s hand on his shoulder.
“Say something Nice “
That’s when
it hit him. The bitterness, the anger, the hatred all at once for her ,for the
people here .What right did they have to make him put a bright side to this
dark day .
All these
fake impostors wanting to give everything a upside when there was none. Nothing
was ever gona be the same.
What did
this smart mouth, self-professed, ice maiden know about pain anyways?
“I ‘ll say What I want to say”
“But Josh!”
“Oh get the hell out of here” I screamed.
Adriana was
taken aback then. She composed herself and left.
Josh felt
bad for a moment. It was not her fault that he just hated everybody including
himself at the moment. But somehow Josh knew somethings could not be bought
back.
Like word
said and people dead.
Thinking
that he moved towards the podium when suddenly he heard “Time for a toast ladies and Gentlemen” Josh turned to see who it
was.........
A few months Back
An Anchor
was used to keep the ship stable, it was used to keep the ship from drifting.
The Anchor was going below the sea …….
The pain was
not that they were drowning. The pain was they had to be an Anchor to others
while they were drowning.
The End
Dedication:
To my brother.
Because he knew I could do something creative of my anger and pain, because he knew
I had a story to tell. Because he knew and got the jokes I laughed at which
actually should have made me cry. And mainly just because he knew , he knew it
all.
