In Som Night #3

For a second, I thought I am making a mistake. Empty streets. We could easily get caught. We should have waited for the peak hours. But then, can’t trust luck. The sooner we leave the city, the sooner we are out of trouble.

For Previous episodes:

In Som Night #1

InSomNight: #2 Road to Sleepless Night


In Som Night 3:

Void. An endless void. That’s what I could see. I could still smell the fresh paint on the walls. I don’t even know how long I was here.

Calling Bell rang. Went to the door.

It was my uncle.

“What on earth, are you doing here? Do you even have any idea how long we have been searching for you ?”

After a pause, “sil..Silence.” was my reply.

“What?”

“I wanted sil…. I wanted to be alone for sometime “

“Still thinking about the incident? “

I just nodded my head.

“Just don’t think about it anymore…”

“I know. But I can’t help it.”

“Did you speak to your sister?”

“No. I don’t have the courage to meet her..”

“She had a shock when she heard the news. She didn’t even shed tears. We thought she was strong at first, but never knew that it completely broke her inside. She had been thinking about it all the night and the next morning she had slipped to coma.”

“For five days. I know.”

“At-least talk to her over phone.”

“I will. I have to. She is the only one I have left.”

“Ok. Come, Lets go. You aunt was worried about you.”

“About that … I actually wanted to stay here. Just ask the electrician to finish the remaining work.”

“What ?”

“It’s my father’s dream house. I have to finish it.”

A sigh for a second.

A smile for split second, followed his chuckle.

Took a week. The concrete emotional baggage started to shine brightly!

For a second, I thought I am making a mistake by leaving the hideout in early morning. Empty streets. We could easily get caught. We should have waited for the peak hours. But then, can’t trust luck. The sooner we leave the city, the sooner we are out of trouble.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Just wear the hood and come out”. She came out.

“Walk relaxed. You should look like you are going for an early morning jog. Just keep your ears open. When I say run, just run with me. Don’t go out of my sight. Got it? “

“Yeah.”

5:30 AM. Cold frosty December.

“Take left. Don’t go for the main routes.”

“Ok. Yeah.”

“You are still not relaxed.”

“I know. Can’t help it. Everyone are looking right at us.”

“No, They aren’t. You are. Just stay calm.”

“Ok.”

Few streets later.

“Wait.”

“What ?”

“Turn back.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Just turn back.”

“What happened?”

“I will tell you later… We need to walk towards that tea shop. I will do the talking.”

“Okay.”

We reached the tea shop. I got a cigarette and a milk packet.

We walked in the same direction.

“I think, someone is following us.”

“I know. Here hold this packet. Take the next left.”

I stayed back. The stranger stopped. I went near him.

“Excuse me… Do you have lighter?”

A swift silent knock.

“He had a gun?”

“I know, That’s his lighter.”

“Why don’t you take it?”

“We should hide in plain sight. Gun in our hands, not a good option.”

“He is not moving. Are you sure that you didn’t kill him?”

“No, Just a powerful knock. 6 hrs max. We should move.”


Written by SGA Thomas

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InSomNight: #2 Road to Sleepless Night

All I knew was I am in danger. All I knew was I will have many more sleepless nights like my dad used to have.

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InSomNight #1

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#2 Road to Sleepless Nights:

A Promise made. “Never Ever Chase the Killer with vengeance. Bring him before justice! “.

I knew that my father wanted me to stay on track. My father knew that I will be ruthlessly hunted down by the same group. I knew that my father wanted me to be safe and focus on life.

All I knew was I am in danger. All I knew was I will have many more sleepless nights like my dad used to have.

Witness Reallocation Program. I was asked to leave Madurai*, a night before Cremation of my parents. My Uncle took me under his custody in Tirunelveli*.

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She was still afraid. But there were more confusions in the thoughts that clouded her. I bought her dinner. She hiccuped. I passed on the water bottle.

I called Mr.Red and gave her the Phone. A relief was what I saw in her eyes. She still retains the beauty she had when I saw her 5 years ago. I told Mr.Red about the current situation and promised him that his daughter will be safe, no matter what happens.

“Why do they call you Puravi* ? ”

“Why does it matter ?”

“Sounds Feminine. Anyway, It’s not your original name. Is it?”

“All you need to know is I am here to help you reach your father safely! That’s it. Now just sleep. We would be leaving early tomorrow!”

“But they had surrounded the City!”

Before I could speak anything, “Sorry. I eavesdropped. And they have the city police in their pocket.”

“That’s why we should leave this place. The moment they know we are stuck within their boundary, they would start sweeping each and every corner of this city!”

“Why me ?”

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That’s the question I am asking myself ever since the mission failed. “Why me?” The sweet wet Kutralam* breeze was the one which woke me. A sigh of temporary relief. Kalanchipuram*, my native place consoled me.

“But, Why me ?”

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Written by S G A Thomas.

The next episode : In Som Night #3

Notes:

Madurai – A city in TamilNadu, India

Tirunelveli – A city in TamilNadu, India

Puravi – meaning Horse in Tamil

Kutralam – A town near Tirunelveli City known for it’s waterfalls

Kalanchipuram – A fictional place near Kutralam

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An Idiot’s Scribble #5

An Idiot’s Scribble #5

Summer 2014

“So, Who proposed first?”

For a moment , I thought she was digging deep into my topic. I was afraid that I might give her too much of information. What started as a conversation about a short film, now went into defining love and then bumped into my love experience !

“If you ask me, I would put that short in a Comedy genre rather than romance”

“But the love portions were nice…”

“I appreciate personification of the Cup, but it’s not worth watching it again and again”

“What ?! I was wishing my dream partner should be like what they showed in the short”

“What? The Cup”

“No, the character ‘the CUP’ was talking about.”

“Come on, It is a film. Do you ever think you would get a guy like that ?”

“Why not ?”

“It is a movie. It’s simplified. ”

“How do you know? You never loved.”

“Who said I never didn’t ?”

“I thought you hated love.. I mean you don’t talk to girls much”

__________

Mar 2009

“Who are you ?”

“I am sorry.. What ?”

“Who are you ? I mean who are you to me ?”

Thought of saying you are my second crush … But “I didn’t get you..”

“How am I able to accept a proposal from a person who couldn’t say what is the relationship between him and me ?”

“I am your friend, … classmate …”

She laughed.

“I am sorry”, she continued, “Listen, You know nothing about me and so do I about you.”

“Point Taken”

“No, You don’t get it. Just Concentrate on your studies. Forget that we had such a conversation.”

“What ?”

________

Summer 2015 

“So, How is your Girlfriend ?”

“Umm… She is Fine”

“I still believe I would get a boyfriend like the hero in the short film”

“Hmm”

“You look tired.”

“No… Not really…  Just a long day..”

“What about your boyfriend ?”

“I don’t have any”

“Don’t lie … Seriously ? … I heard that …”

“They are just rumors…”

“Hmm”

“I still don’t get your philosophy.. I mean your girlfriend’s ..”

“Point Taken.”

________

Apr 2009

“Just imagine this scenario… From the moment you are born , if every person you see in this world calls you with different unique names, every time they see you, what will be your name ?”

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Written by: S G A Thomas (Ganesh.M)

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In Som Night #1

Prologue:

11 more nights.

When reality starts to put pressure on me, it’s my brain which ports itself to an alternate past and dwells until there is no need for that alternate past. I still have no idea, but my brain had restricted itself to dwell in limited alternate versions of my past and keep on updating few outdated nonsensical alternate versions.

The alternate past in which it dwells usually consists of scenarios where it strives to create a utopian (ideal) world and enjoying the fruits of it. And looks like it has matured! It had started to accommodate itself to a dystopian society where it faces the wreckage of its own self.

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Nothing.

Totally Nothing.

Nothing I gained out from this mission.

Except Backstabbing.

Blood.

That’s all I had got in my hands.

Over there, few minutes ago, I saw my father’s life leaving his body. He seems to be bit late. And my mother was already waiting for him in the “Train to Hell”.

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Poor choice of Words.

A Terrible decision.

It’s been nearly a day since we lodged this hide out.

And a whole bunch of cops and trained assassins are burning their midnight oil out there searching for us.

Well, I should have denied when Mr.Red knocked my door for help. What could I do? He was one of the primary reasons for my rise in this city. Well, I had two options. One to say “Sorry but go fuck yourself” and the other is to comfort him saying “I will handle this matter”. But who know, choosing the latter means to expose a reality which I had hid from my associates and my former well-wishers.

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Written by S G A Thomas.

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InSomNight #2

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An IdioT’s Scribble #4

An Idiot’s Scribble #4

Jan 4, 2013

She was afraid. Neither did she run. The blood from my knife started to heed the gravity of Earth. So did I. I heeded the gravity of the situation.The knife slipped from my hand. She was still unable to relieve from the shock. Silence. I can’t look into her eyes.  I know it would be much more deadlier than this silence

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Dec 20, 2012

I opened my Facebook. A message. It was from her friend. She asked me whether I would be able to make it up to our old school on Jan 3 evening for a small Get Together.

Jan 3, 2013

Evening 6 PM

After 3 long years, we are meeting again. Some sort of “Get Together Trip”. Actually it was planned by her friends for their gang. It was she who insisted to invite me. I reached the school. None of them were there. I waited for few minutes. She came. She just smiled.  A small smile was my reply.

6:15 PM

“Come on, talk to her. She was your classmate for God’s shake”, I told myself. Somehow ,  gathering some courage, I turned.

/* Start of Practice session:

“How are you ?”

No. “Hey , How are you ?”

No. No. “Will they be coming ?”

No.No.No.

End of Practice Session */

Suddenly I heard “How are you ?”. It was her voice. Damn sure. Still the same sweetness. I turned back.

“I am fine, How are you ? How is your college going ?” . It was not me. Damn sure. It was our Tamil Teacher.

“Fine , mam.”

“So, What brings you here ?”

“Get together Party, Mam!”

“Ok, Be safe. Have a nice journey”

“Thank you , Mam”

The same dialogues looped again when madam came to me after her.

“You are studying in Noida, right?”

“Yes, Mam”

“How is the climate ? Are you able to manage ?”

“Yes Mam, with the help of sweaters”

“See you around”

“Sure Mam.”

Our teacher left..

6:30 PM

Her friends came. The complete gang around 10 members. The first three benches of my eighth class. After few introductory dialogues, I now became a part of their group. Atleast, for now.

6:45 PM

We had crossed the main city. I wasn’t comfortable, not because of their jokes. Because she was next to me. And that small dimples, whenever she laughed. Though Radio system in the car was playing ‘Isai puyal’ A R Rahman, it was ‘Isai gnani’ Illaiyaraja striking his chord on my head.

A perfect eve for my birthday !!!


Written by: S G A Thomas (Ganesh.M)

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An IdioT’s scribble #3

An IdioT’s  Scribble – #3

June 2014.

Why did I lose when I could win ? Neither did I was prepared for this blow nor did I was ready to accept the defeat. She saw me today. We didn’t speak. She left immediately. She texted me a month before and said she would be coming to meet me. I gave her directions. And now she came. But left immediately. She was there at the opposite side of the road. She crossed the road and came near to me. I looked into her eyes.We didn’t speak.Actually it was I who made her walk away.

My only mistake I didn’t react. Still I have no idea how to react. Yes of-course our relationship was complex since Standard 1. Consider life to be a debate and I am the topic. She would sometimes will be against me or will support me. Yes I was the one who made her turn against me. I am the culprit. There is something preventing me.

The fact that whenever I think whether I am in love with her, I become mad. I don’t feel butterflies in my stomach whenever we meet. But sometimes I get tensed when I am going to meet her. Sometimes I get surprised after she meets me. She even knew my whole school mark records. She knew that I failed in Hindi and computer Science subject when I was in 9th . Even though we do not talk much in cellphones / FB , we had met at-least once in three months. After 12th we meet only twice a year. Now she is totally against me. In-fact she was against me after 12th.

May be this is the last time I would be meeting her. Yes, I do agree that it was my mistake. And my Biggest mistake till date is I don’t know how to react. Am I in love ? Seriously I never felt it. Or am I suppressing that feelings inside me. Whatever it is I still feel guilty. Why didn’t I say sorry to her and start to rebuild our relationship ? She came to meet me although mistake was on me. Why didn’t I react. Now she is gone. I knew she would come again to meet me probably this December. All I can do is to rebuild our relationship. And I swear that she will support me from the middle of July. I wouldn’t go to her and beg her, all I would do is to prove her I am worthy. That’s it.


This story is a part of ‘An IdioT’s Scribble Series’.

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An IdioT’s scribble(series)

An IdioT’s Scribble

Story 2:

Jan 4, 2008. It was my birthday.

All I could recall is that It was the first time we spoke. A full-duplex bidirectional conversation.

She : “Happy Birthday”.

Me: “Thanks”.

And till now , that is the only conversation we had.

Her friends started to tease.

Her friends: “Hey take the chocolate. It is his birthday.”

But she didn’t . Neither did I insist. She just smiled and said “Happy Birthday”.

I replied “Thanks”.

I moved on to second bench and gave chocolates.

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Written by S G A Thomas a.k.a Ganesh.M

An IdioT’s Scribble – (Series)

An IdioT’s Scribble Series -1

Story 1:

6:00 PM.

The SUN went down.

She was afraid. Like these waves was my mind.Wondering whether the SUN would kill me with it’s hands. I did a mistake. A MURDER. Sorry, not one.

I have never seen Sun rise. It was totally a new phenomenon. Yet that day when I was crying, it was the first time I met her.  From then, Sun rose in my life.

They teased me. Yes her friends. They started to call me by her name and her by my name. For me it was abusing me mentally.

I updated my FB status. ” #IRRITATED Feeling irritated- Near Lake with her and her friends. at 5: 55 PM”. Continue reading “An IdioT’s Scribble – (Series)”