Someone has said that it’s very easy to be sad but really difficult to be happy. But I always made it a point that things shouldn’t affect me too much. My mantra was to live life king size without any tensions or fears. You never know what’s coming tomorrow. There is no point in spoiling your today just because tomorrow maybe bad. I was doing well at college, had a good group of friends and had a loving family. Life was bliss to say the least. This was until a month ago when my uncle came to stay over at our place.
The emptiness in my heart mirrored the vast open sea. There wasn’t a soul around till the eyes could see. The sea seemed so calm that one wouldn’t even know that when it gets angry, it can even kill.
“People crave for a chance to look at me. But you don’t seem to care. Who are you?”
Wearing a tube top and hot pants, she seemed dressed to kill. Oodles of makeup, botox, straightened hair; guess she loved to look artificial. She didn’t seem the type who you would find on cruise liners.
“Are you talking to me?” I was taken aback at this sudden conversation.
“Yes Mister. Diana is talking to you. Any doubts?”
“Uh Oh! Am I bothering you? I am really sorry.”
“You seem weird. Is everything ok?” She put her palm gently on my shoulder out of what seemed genuine concern.
The story is about two individuals who are as different as chalk and cheese. It’s the story of their love transcending years and continents. If he is quiet, calm and reserved, she is bubbly, cheerful and vivacious. If he rarely talks to people, she talks so much to anyone and everyone that she could create a racket. He’s a suave, young and dynamic working man of today. But his life revolves around work. There’s something he wants to forget. There’s something which is bothering him which he wants to escape from. So he keeps himself as busy as he can. There is a strong desire to earn as much as he can in the least possible time.
“I charge 2000 bucks for one night. Take it or leave it.”
“2000? Isn’t that too expensive?” With wrinkles all around his face, hair which had turned white and a frail body structure, age seemed to have caught up with him.
“Hey uncle! Looks like you are new to this place. No one has the guts to ask me such questions. You are old enough to be my grandfather and that’s why I lowered my rate out of respect. Otherwise, you can ask anyone, my rate is not less than 3000 per night.
Looks like, you still want to enjoy some nice sex, is it?” I nudged his arm and winked.
And so I got my first customer of the New Year. No one cares how the customer looks or thinks like. If he is ready to pay what one demands, there’s nothing better than that.
“Is this the same country which people routinely trash when discussing about tourism?” Sam seemed awestruck by the beauty all around.
“Yeah that’s the question running through my head as well.” Ginny had heard the same from her friends back in Auckland.
“From the greenery to the valley, from the wildlife safaris to the unspoilt beaches, this place is paradise rediscovered.”
“Yes it truly feels like. God! They scared us to death while departing. Thankfully we kept our foot down.” Over the last few days, they had realized that this place was nothing like what had been described by their friends.
“Who knows; maybe they assumed that we were going to a concentration camp rather than an adventure trip.” Both of them had a hearty laugh.
Sam and Ginny were not your regular couple who meet in a college and fall in love. They actually never worked in an office at all. Whether it was rock climbing, rappelling, bungee jumping, paragliding or any other adventure sport – both of them were always game for challenges. And it was during one of these adventures that they happened to meet.
With its off white walls, dreary and dull surroundings and the pungent smell of some godforsaken chemicals, the room felt excruciatingly depressing. I had to summon all my reserves of strength to keep my eyes open. But all I could see was medical equipment strewn around. With my arms and legs covered in plaster and me on a saline drip, it seemed as though I was fighting a losing battle with life.
As soon I held on to the bed to get up, I felt a shooting sensation in my arms. It seemed as though 10 needles had been inserted into my body without any warning whatsoever. All I could do was scream my lungs out for help. And almost immediately, a stream of doctors rushed into the ward to regulate my breathing which had spiralled out of control.
How had I reached a hospital? What had happened to me? Am I going to survive this? More than a day had passed without me even being conscious. The last I remember, I was flying to New York with my family. Despite my desperate condition, I was still trying to figure out the exact turn of events. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize someone else enter the room.
“Hi Matt. I am Adrian from the National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB). The doctors didn’t want me to be here so fast lest you suffer a fatal attack. But the situation is so desperate that I need your help. I rushed into the room as soon as you gained consciousness.
You are the luckiest man on the planet right now. Surviving that sort of a plane crash with just minor injuries, you really got to be God. There were just 4 others who we were able to rescue from that ill-fated jet. But all of them are fighting for their lives.
I am not sure if you can hear me. But if you can, please tell me what happened that night on Rossia Airlines Flight 204.”
“Where are you Ritesh? All of us have been waiting for you since long. You had promised to take all of us for dinner tonight, hadn’t you?”
“Yes darling I had. Have I ever broken any of the promises I have ever made?”
“But you told you would be back by 6pm. It’s already 7 and there’s still no sight of you. Is everything ok?”
“Yes jaan. There was a lot of work at the office and that’s why I got late. I promise to make up to you. I am already at the station and the train would be here any moment. Once in, it’s just a matter of half an hour.”
“Come fast my love. I am getting worried.”
“Don’t worry darling. The train’s here now. I will have to hang up because of the extreme rush at this hour.”
“I will be waiting.”
“Just close your eyes and I will be there.”
“Sir! AG 323 has veered off the radar.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Yes sir. Look at this. I can’t see it at all.”
Over the next few minutes both of them tried desperately to contact the flight captain but were unsuccessful.
And then there was a phone call –
“Do we have a future together? Don’t you think that the distance between us would make things really difficult?”
She looked at me with nervousness and bloodshot eyes. Eyes that seemed to say a thousand words; eyes which had dark circles around them from days of staying awake talking at nights; eyes in which I had seen the kid in her jumping and smiling over the last two years.
“We will be together Anahita. It’s just a matter of a couple of years before we can tell our parents. Rather than worrying about destiny, we would write it ourselves.”
Seeing the confidence I had in us, she snuggled into me as she had always done over the time we had started seeing each other. It was an indication that she felt secured and protected and I loved that. Sitting together in her ‘Mary’ (her affectionate name for Maruti 800), both of us were lost in the memories of the past.
Twitter is one of the most amazing mediums of communication in the world. It is vastly different from Facebook, Orkut and various other social networking websites on the basic premise that it helps to connect to people ranging from Shashi Tharoor to your own classmate. The world is a person’s audience. I won’t go further into Twitter’s uses, importance and all that as many of my blog posts I have dealt with that earlier.
To remind many of my readers I had written a short story on Twitter for a book recently. Though it got rejected due to various reasons, I put it up on my blog for the world at large to read it and give their views / reviews. Needless to say, some of the comments were good, some bad and many didn’t care. The story dealt with the life of four individuals from different walks of life (a mother, a youngster, a singer and a journalist) and how they connect with each other through the medium of Twitter. Though many felt that it was something which couldn’t happen, I knew and had a feeling that this is something which is really possible with Twitter in the future.
The links to the story (In 3 parts) for those who haven’t read it: -
I have connected to a lot of people such as students, executives, young professionals etc. through Twitter. But until the formation of the “GUPIAN GANG”, I hadn’t ever in my life been part of a virtual friend circle. So what is the “GUPIAN GANG”?
First the members: -
Follow Gupians on Twitter:
Viral Dholakia – LegRj (Entrepreneur / Writer) – The biggest fan of Rajnikant ever and the one who guided me to write on Trakin – Pune’s No 1 technology and business blogs!
Rajeev Srivastava – Rzzev (Working in the fashion industry) – My first friend on Twitter!
Kartik Jain – _stoic_ (Working in the software industry) – The Database Head in a company in Pune, from UP and MP partially both ;)
Lata Singh – TheMasakkali (IT industry) – HR Consultant and the only female in the group
Sanjay Pratyush – sanj_pratyush – Settled in Bangalore
Aseem Rastogi – aseemrastogi2 (MBA student) – That’s me!
Bhavik Shah – TheAngrezJailer (Completed B.Tech) – One of the most funny guys I have come across on Twitter. About to start working.
Chirag Jethmalani – CJethmalani (Founder of squamble.com) 20 | Finance Buff | Blogger | Traveller | Value Investor | In Constant search for Gyan (Waah kya bio hai!
Jinesh – jinesh007 (Student of Animation) – As his bio says! I am a wanderer on this planet
Anmol Chawla – want_beer – A relatively new entrant
The name “GUPIAN GANG” was given by the leader of the group – Viral (Gupians from “Gups” – Guys!). So what does the Gupian Gang do?
The gang came into existence from jokes on Rajnikant with the hashtag #LegendofRajni and then followed with #LuckyAli and then the GupianQuiz #GQ. Now its about wishing each other in the morning / evening / afternoon, asking about daily activities and basically discussing about anything under the sun. We also created a Facebook Fan page for the group: -
The group is turning into somewhat of a virtual friend circle. And the most interesting part is that all the members are from different backgrounds and are in their early or late 20s.
So where does the Gupian Gang go from here on? Some of my suggestions (You are free to add on!!): -
- Building up opinion on causes / issues which affect us Indians (such as CWG)
– Giving support in terms of retweets for different causes
– Basically becoming a group of friends who support each other, joke around, have fun and also fight and tweet for causes
I know it all sounds too much. Why would anyone want to waste time on Twitter doing this and instead do more meaningful things? But think again. If this really happens, wouldn’t it be something of an example?
All the members who have not read the story, do check out. And tell me. Isn’t this a case of real life mirroring the written word?