The Famous Black Tie Event

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.