Logic doesn’t always work. Otherwise people wouldn’t kill or rape or ‘believe’ in ‘god’ or vote for CPI(M). So, when Logic might have been attending its own funeral in some ‘religious’ place in UP or in a poll booth in West Bengal, these two people started writing a short story. Both hadn’t met the person called Loyalty. But while he had heard of the name, she hadn’t even heard of it!
Throwing acid on his face might make him look better (photographs may lie, but the mirror doesn’t). Substituting his brain for anything else wouldn’t significantly change his intelligence. But he had a childhood friend called fortune. Among several unexpected good things happening in his life, he kept on meeting girls shot with stray arrows from a myopic Cupid. And when he came across someone severely wounded, his life stood still for a dynamic five years!
Then History insisted on repeating itself, and a few more ‘wounded’ girls appeared. Even some committed ones. When he taxed his brain to the limit, the committed girls found something that they missed in their partners. So, as men in love with a pimple often marry the entire girl, those girls, in momentary love with a tangible illusion, often ruined a part of their life (and body)!
Then the long-lost classmate Misfortune appeared one day. Some small worlds, centered on different girl friends of him, found out about each other’s existence. In the space-time frame of nowhere and never, he suddenly discovered two dreaded and unavoidable quadrants called ‘no one’ and ‘nothing’.
*She had come unnoticed. He wasn’t bothered to see her flirt around with other guys. She was a good company, nevertheless, and often made him think, too. She seemed witty, naughty, playful, and …………. nothing ………. or may be something that he wasn’t very sure of. While he was largely unaware of it, she was consuming parts of his mind gradually and with the occasional push (like she had supposedly told her ‘secret’ lover, “He is as much a support of my life as drinking is your refuge”). His feelings grew stronger exponentially, reaching a new infinity each day. When these immathematical discoveries were on the verge of becoming too much to keep to oneself, there came the mid-term exam of life. The right answer would make his Columbia burn into ashes before even it’s launched. A lie would, at least, give him a chance to have a live life for some days unless, of course, Murphy would peep in!
A lie it was. It wasn’t absolutely necessary to lie, but it was important. It could be avoided, but the intensity of the situation forced him towards it. And the story began to build upon the lie. It grew large to look serene and beautiful, majestic and mysterious. People were enchanted, happy, jealous and heartbroken. A few men shared several insomniac nights over the story, for different reasons. Most of those nights visited *him alone. The chocking fullness of love and the impending death when the secret lie is unearthed tore him apart.
He picked the phone, and dialed the number.
Even if someone could survive her killer looks, and couldn’t fathom her intelligence, her voice would surely enslave him. With such a trident in hand, she always commanded a healthy number of devotees. One Valentine’s week she asked A to marry her; told B that he’s THE ONE in her life and that though she likes *him, *he is not quite as important to her as B; convinced C that she has never been happier with anyone else than C; stunned *him by saying that *he is much more important in her life than B, ………. And all the guys thought, “Isn’t this the best time of my life?” As the river Don continued to flow quietly, the mesmerized guys got all the more convinced – “I’m THE ONE in her life. Oh my my! Is it a dream?” They all knew of others’ existence, and were all very sure that she’s just flirting a bit with the others. Every one of them would feel privileged for getting her true love, and feel pity for the rest. When she’d tell someone, “I’ve hurt him a lot. I don’ wanna hurt him anymore. That’s why I’m just being nice to him. But I love you like I’ve loved no one else ever”, how could anyone not believe her?!
But, things change. As and when she conquered a mind entirely, and there was no excitement left for winning anything more, she left the guy (they didn’t leave her, though). In around a year and a half, new guys replaced everyone but *him. She couldn’t let him go unconquered. She had the feeling that she’s sharing *his mind with someone else and grew frustrated. In reality, though, her roommate in *his mind was just *his dilemma. When her frustration turned into infatuation, she thought, “This is real love! I’m in love with him.”
Infatuation or love, everything started looking so lively and beautiful for her. During some unprecedented weak moments she even thought of leaving everyone else for *him. She knew that *he didn’t quite have the charm and intelligence of A. And she had never felt anywhere near so full and satisfied talking to *him, as she would while talking to B. She loved B, and considered herself as B’s wife, even dropping ‘hints’ publicly stating that! Life sometimes seemed so beautiful just ‘coz of B. They had talked on and (and on) for hours – half the time fighting, and the rest admiring each other. When she’d be with B, time seemed to fly; talking to B was so much fun. There was a bond, a feeling of mutual admiration and understanding so strong that once they became close, there was no looking back. B was the one she’d go to when she was happy, and B always knew when she’d feel ‘down’. It is for persons like B that the world seemed worth living in. Then there was C, too, with a brilliant career and a beautiful mind. D looked more like a silver screen hero than a real life lover. And E …………………. Even with all these, she felt like leaving everything for *him.
And, well, *he was flooded with dreams of an undreamably nice future. If those moments were not to be counted as being lived by him when he didn’t think of/ talk to/ look at her, then, as he’d realize, he didn’t miss more than three quarters of a second in a full year.
She received his call.
[Should he tell her the truth and walk off from her life? Or, just let it remain a secret as long as both are happy, and risk a bitter end of it all?]
(Not all words are mine. Some words have been copied – the very words which had shattered my world. They are still as painful as they were nearly eleven months back!)