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Mortal Life And A Priceless Friendship!
Sameer looked at his mobile phone to figure out what the
time was. It was 3:00 AM, cursing his lost sleep he got out of his bed and
walked into his kitchen for a glass of water. After quenching his thirst, he
tried to get back to sleep. But sleep was hard to come; he kept tossing around
Finally deciding to check if he could find something
interesting to read, he switched on his laptop. As the laptop was powering on
he felt the pain for the first time that night. It was like an agonising pinch
in his chest close to where biologically his heart should be. He drank some more water hoping that it would
The pain slowly started spreading across his left chest
and he could feel it spreading through his back. He started to get a bit
petrified about what was happening. He tried searching for a pain relief balm
in his shelf. He found one and started vigorously rubbing it across his chest
as his left hand felt heavy and he slumped into his chair.
Sameer was a lonely soul and stayed alone in the city of
dreams, Mumbai. Having moved to Mumbai like many others in the hope that someday
he would too make a place for himself amongst the many who immigrate to this
city, few for better jobs and few for much famed bollywood. Sameer was not here
to become a movie star. He too was having his own silly aspirations and
passions. He was busy trying to prove his worth in this world. His passion was
writing and he spent all his free time when not at office blogging away to
glory hoping someday some unknown yet powerful person would recognize his
talent. Much like the characters in the fictions he penned.
Sameer screamed out a loud cry as he felt the pain now
becoming uncontrollable. He was perplexed and shaken. He knew very few people
in this city baring a handful of friends who stayed far off; he had no one else
he could call out for help. His hands searched for his mobile phone in
desperation for help. The first person he thought off was his mom, his parent
lived in Bangalore a 1000 KM away. The instincts call them psychological, biological
or whatsoever made him remember of no one else but his mother. It was now
almost 4:00 AM almost an hour since the agony had began.
As soon as he heard a feminine voice on the other end,
all he could manage to say was, “Amma I’m in pain!” He spoke to her for a while
trying tell her about his suffering. She started to cry midway through their
conversation as she tried to console him. He then cursed himself for troubling
his mom at this hour but he had no clue about whom to call. She said she will call
up one of their far off relatives who also stayed in the same vicinity as him.
She told him to try calling one of his old friends Arjun, who also happened to
be in Mumbai.
Arjun was Sameer’s classmate in college. They used be
great friends during their younger days in college. But with time they had
grown apart. Arjun was now well settled software engineer, married, had a house
of his own and led a much stable life. Unlike Sameer who was still struggling
and chasing his wild dreams which had not materialised. He would soon be 30 and
was yet to find his place in this world. Marriage was not in question as he had
resigned himself to singleton after he failed miserably in love, not once but
He hadn’t spoken to Arjun for a long time. Sameer felt it
wouldn’t look nice if he was to hang out too much with Arjun, as he might be seen
as someone taking undue advantage of his friend, who pretty well off now. But
at this precise moment he couldn’t think of all those inequalities and his
brains were hardly working. He struggled to find Arjun’s number in the contact
list and clicked on the green button,
Arjun’s number appeared on the calling screen. It was
4:10 AM, as soon as his call was picked all he could manage to say was, “Please
help me, I need to go to a hospital. I’m having a chest pain.” Arjun quickly
asked for the precise address of the place where Sameer resided. The voices
around where getting feeble for Sameer to hear. He did hear Arjun saying “Hang
on dude, I will be there soon, just hang on!”
It was 7:45 AM Sameer regained his conscious. Through
hazy eyes he saw couple of men and women in white over coats hovering around
his bed. A quick look around, it was a scene out of many a Robin Cook’s medical
fictions he had read. He was lying on a hospital bed, a few wires attached to
his body connected to a monitor which kept beeping with every breath he took. He
felt a sudden pinch on his arms; it was the poke of the injection which the
nurse had just administered. He heard one of the doctors saying, guess the
patient is now gaining conscious. Sameer tried to get up and the doctor next to
him said, “Please lie down, don’t strain yourself.” And then he heard the
doctor saying, “You are lucky, you got here on time.” All that Sameer could
manage to mutter was, “I’m lucky to have
found a true friend in my silly life....” He could see Arjun standing by
the door winking at him with a smile.
It was yet another Friday or billions of
earthlings. May be it was a mundane day ahead for
some and exciting for others. An exciting day ahead for the ones who were certain
of the joy to be unwrapped the next day, the weekend. Well, in my case it was
the former. Blame it on being one amongst the many who work on Saturdays.
The distance between us questions possibilities, Two souls who connect yet shall stay detached, Life running along parallel tracks that shall never meet, Yet hope says they would someday be entwined. UnInhibited feelings spoken, thoughts exchanged, Unassuming how the world would read them, Prejudices can't be fought, let free thoughts sail, It's a battle less spoken, but I know many shall be fought. Feelings expressed in words for many are view points, Sometimes misunderstood, unacceptable for few. Thoughts expressed are sometimes song of a bleeding heart, These emotions maybe shunned by many as no art. Questioned and unacceptable orphan thoughts, Wish to die accepted, but denied and stay detest. Don't let yourself be consumed by the opinions of others, Your soul deserves a sweet song, let it be one about it's zest.
The other day in midst of a long tiring journey from the airport I zoned out in thoughts, looking outside the window. What was I thinking? I was trying to fathom as to what's the single most element distinguishing mediocrity from excellence.
A lot of us have this beautiful idea in our mind to be achievers of some sort. Each individual has their own definition of excellence. All of it leading to creating a happy space in our minds. But these remain mere ideas and definitions in our head.
We have a lot of clutter occupying our minds. Some of it even includes being less appreciative of others success. Being too bothered about right and wrong of others choices. A bunch of useless thoughts which in no way are going to be helping us in our pursuit of happiness. When we are done with all the wining about the world and people in it, we get on with our mediocre life.
We seem to believe that there is solace in the cocoon of mediocrity.
"There are no easy ways, no escapes, Yet we wish s…