It was almost 5.30 for Mr X to be alone in the office. He has lots of pending work to do. Mr X was feeling annoyed due to his unending workload with a hunger for a complete meal. Mr X ought to compromise his lunch with a small box of bread and a banana as he hates eating out. But he has no intention now to recycle the work for tomorrow. A hyperactive Mr X has to click on his Desktop time setting again and again. Suddenly his phone started vibrating. It is by an anonymous caller. He had no reason to disturb his unending work, so he promptly pressed the red button without shifting his attention from the desk while gently relaxing in the wheelchair. But time and again, his smartphone started vibrating again. This time he shouted angrily, let's see who the hell is this, and picked up the phone.
Suddenly his irritation enthused to cheers as soon as he listens to the voice. The caller was none other than his childhood best friend. So his anger melted into joy, and the duo engaged themselves in an endless conversation. Time passed on while pulling to each leg. It is 6.30 pm on the office wall. An absent-minded Mr X was quick to recall his unending work and gently requested for calling him back after getting some relief from the workload.
But Mr Pal was in no way willing to leave him alone in the office and continued his talk and asked him instead to wait for a surprise in a few minutes. Mr X wavered for a while and replied, surprise, let's see that. But for now, I am putting a stop-mark to this conversation here. Just wait, I will call you back, said while censoring the unending chin-wag. And with no backward thought, started working on the half-marked docks with a hustle in mind.
A while later, he once again zeroed on to the wall clock. It is reaching 9. p.m. An enraged Mr X paused for a while and looked back at his desktop screen attentively toning the number and whispered to his inner self. Is this going to be settled for now? Just before he can precisely convince his wisdom, suddenly, the preset night alarm started ringing piercingly. Mr X Oh, no. It is not going to end today. Damn, this is going to be a messy affair for tomorrow. Okay, cool, let's listen to all those beautiful words tomorrow. After all, l am a capable listener.
A restless Mr X started packing his office baggage while madly requesting the watchman(Bob) in a lucid voice. And before Mr Bob could arrive, he hurriedly zoomed on the CCTV camera to ascertain his exact whereabouts. Mr X, who the hell is out there in front of the main gate! Where did Bob vanish at this point? While rushing towards the gate undecidedly.
Now an inspective Mr X reached the main gate. He looked here and there at the surroundings and at those sideways trees but surprisingly, that place was a vacuum of silence. Perhaps it was a shadow. Mr X turns around towards the office while dialling watchman Bob. The call is going on. Damn Bob, please pick up the phone. How can I go, leaving this office isolated? Suddenly he sensed that somebody was shadowing him from the back. A distressing Mr X moved back while trying to hook on to the throat of that person. He was shocked after hearing the painful voice. An astonished Mr X Stalin; you are here, how? Oh, no! I cannot believe this. Shouted Mr.X.
Stalin. Surprise, did not I tell you on the phone, but you cut the phone midway. And now you were about to kill me. What is wrong with you these days? Anyway, I am not hurt. A relaxed Mr X, it does not hurt! Are you sure? Stalin; yes, I am sure. To your knowledge, I am stronger and more defensive than you. So there is no point in getting hurt. An elated Mr X, okay, my macho man, will you please disclose now the reason behind this surprise appearance. Did I not tell you not to come back ever?
Stalin, of course, I will elaborate to you everything in detail. But now I am very hungry. Therefore we are about to leave for a special place as soon as possible. Where; there is plenty of food arrangements. Meanwhile, Bob arrived. Mr.X. Bob, where did you go? Do you have any time sense? Bob; I am sorry, sir, I had an unnatural stroke, so I felt a little unconscious for a while. But I was there in my hut. Mr X, all right, take care of this hotkey and remember after this you are a responsible person.
Stalin began walking ahead while a hungry and tired Mr X just imitated his steps. Mr X after, walking a few miles; hey; where are we heading? Mr X, wow, such a beautiful place. But, I had never been to this place, despite staying in this city for years. Mr X, to Stalin, how you came to know about this place. There was absolute silence on the road with the mesmeric smell of roadside jasmine flowers. Mr. X got captivated by his imagination for a while and walked like a ghost.
After so many steps of walking together, Mr X spotted a juncture with a slightly lighted traditional street light. In its vicinity was a dented hut. At first sight, Stalin enters into it, so like Mr.X. But the scenery inside was out of his foresight. It was a luxurious pub. The purlieu was floating around a few young women all, dressed in immodest western attire. The smell of alcohol was annoying to his sanity. The in-house sequence was unbelievable for Mr X that his very dear Stalin could visit such a nasty place.
Before he could roar at Stalin, some woman started teasing him. The temperature around his body was mounting unpredictably. And before he could lose his cool, Stalin pushed him into another corner. Mr. to Stalin. Stalin was you aware of this happening! What is going on here and more importantly, why we are here. But Stalin was in no mood for listening to his words. Mr X, I am not about to follow you anymore. Oh god, what this guy intends to do today. I am tired. Mr X groomed for a sitting. Unexpectedly his eyes stopped at a bewildering and de-moral personality, who was amused, in a party with full bottles of alcohol laying in his surroundings here and there. Mr X rushed to Stalin and whispered in his ear; we have to leave this place immediately before he could see us. He was the only son of the local MLA Mr Khalnayak from his village.
Stalin started his journey yet again to an isolated place. This time it was a giant Shiva temple. There was a conglomeration of countless devotees. The fluctuating sound of an unknown river nearby to the temple with the chant of Har Hat Mahadev was an absolute peace to a tiresome. Mr.X. sat down under the holly tree with high breathing and was feeling sleepy. So, now he asked Stalin for an empty space for some time and immersed his senses in Yoga-Nidra.
After a few peaceful moments, Mr X 0walked up to a noisy crowd. Har Har Mahadev! Har Har Mahadev! MLA Khalanayak (Villain) was the flag bearer to that crowd. What’s going on he followed them up. A few yards left the crowd stopped a group of “Sadhus”. A half-naked Khalanayak was bowing down on each foot. In return, the ‘Shadhus’ were also pouring holy water on his head. Mr X' was feeling a sense of departure from his own beliefs for that person. A moron can also chant religious scripts. Suddenly a sickening old woman came out of the crowd and animatedly whispered to another person. Good karma never takes a back seat, like bad karma, but this person thinks his nastiest character and sins will be eroded by appeasing holy spirits. This is the beginning, God will never forgive you.
An Amusing Mr X' tried to move his hand on the shoulder of Stalin. Stalin, where is Stalin' and who are you? The person replied in a rude voice, do you know who I am? I am ‘Pandav’ and I have no age. I have been alive for centuries. Though Mr X failed to ascertain his exact age, the `man who appeared in his sixties had a far-fetching height of 7ft. It was like an ancient skeleton with a bowl full of intoxicated leaves in his hand was looking terribly at him. A frightened Mr X' was looking for a way for escaping from the cluster of that red-eyed man. Suddenly a woman in her fifty appeared from somewhere and yelled at Mr Pandav. She introduced herself as 'Mata’ of this age-old ashram and was blessed with good fortune and long life.
Mr X now wakes up to an unusual phone call. He was feeling strange and checked his phone for the exact time. It's 4 am, and there is still time for the morning. He was reaching for the switchboard for lighting the darkroom, and the caller called again. This time it was from his childhood friend Rudra. Before he could utter a word, Rudra whispered in an inaudible voice, M.LA Mr Khalnayak son died in a road accident. An astonishing Mr X, what are you crazy? Rudra; Switch on to Television. Mr X, how! Rudra' he was returning home from a pub in a drunken manner as usual and police followed him up as he had bags full of money for spending in the election. So he sped his car and scratched it on a speeding truck from the front.
The universe we fail to live in is called dreams. We have all heard and discussed the "Third Eye", an eye beyond our perceptions. But we see through those invisible lenses each day. Those are not normal dreams, they are often pointers to our life. While on occasion, they can act as a warning sign to wake up. It is all about sensibility. We may not live with them but can't avoid those in our imaginations.
The Call just Ended but the Story is yet to Begin!
ओम नमः सिवाय!
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