Trishanku - I

He was fighting for more than survival. The city by now had sapped all his strength. Both Physical and Mental. The monotonous routine of to and fro from office was lost in the blue screen of the television. His only source of entertainment. Off late he had started watching ‘Tamil’ channels. First out of curiosity, then trying to learn the language and finally because at midnight they were the only channel showing lot of cleavages and navels. As time passed and the skin show was more often repeated than not, he started contemplating watching discovery...may be animals are better than humans!

Whatever, the idea was still stuck in his head when summers arrived. Delhi in summers is all about sweat and power cuts. Both have an interesting relationship. When ‘power’ dies ‘sweat’ takes birth. So, our dear friend has to undergo long bouts of sweating, which in no ways was amicable to his health. Don’t know but science says that most of our body weight is cause fluids.

Guess like its a human tendency that we often reason when we are alone. We ponder. We debate and we try to find answers to those innumerable questions, which are hidden in the core of our hearts. Some, like to run away from them and find that ignorance is actually bliss. Anyhow, our dear friend...sorry, we forgot to give him a name but anyhow how is that important? He could be anyone from anywhere doing anything. Yes, so our dear friend also had to undergo this painful exercise. He christened this as ‘path to destruction.’ Why? Reason, at the end of this non-senscial debate, the end product was that he realised the ‘unsucessfullness’ of debating it. He never emerged with a perfect plan and even if he did he never implemented it. But the regularity of these self-discussions were as regular as the power cuts of Delhi and both were able to bring out one thing - sweat.

His friend circle was not a big one. Hold on. That nowhere means he was socially unacceptable. Just that those he called ‘friends’ were just acquaintances. Check his orkut. I believe there are only three people added there as friends or perhaps four. Call it his bad luck all were in different cities. So, more or less, they were numbers on his mobile phone, which once or sometime twice in a week realised that they need to buzz.

The conversation was mostly about -

1. How they doing?

2. Why life sucks?

3. How are their respective girlfriends?

4. Why he don’t want to have one?

5. About his heart breaks?

6. And, about job.

So overall, everything was discussed, which perhaps fall in the gambit of word ‘friendship.’

Back to his room. The electricity had just announced it arrival. It was the tube light first, which tried to out beat others but it was the fan who announced it with a creaking sound. He switched on the television. There was a rain song being aired. The actresses wet saree was clinging to her skin. But this was the nth time the same song was being played. He had no clues what they were singing but he knew their next step. He looked at his phone, it was sleeping. The first rays of sun were trying to beat the streetligths. It was time to sleep. Just that he do not want to rise up. Not again. Never. But as his eyes closed he knew, the silent phone will turn into an alarm in another 5 hours and then once gain the monotonous routine will start. The fight is not for survival and there is no ending to it....

P.S - Trishanku is a mythical charachter. Please follow this link for more info - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trishanku . Also, this is the first part which, I intend to conclude in another two but there is no timeline.