Monday, July 18, 2005

OOOOONG..

The gongs were sounding. Her head was responding to their rhythmic loudness. The walls were moving in, squeezing out the darkness enclosed. Her eyelids part in the most unhurried motion possible. The gongs mellowed.. TTRRING. The door! TRRRINGG!! Somebody get the door! GET THE DOOR, dammit! Her head moves around, surveying the site. She was talking to herself again. There was no one there in the room.

She walks her zombified self across the hall to meet the wicked bell ringer behind the door, gonging away to glory. He was a huge dark guy with HUGER moustache and a red blood eyes. When he grins, which he never does.. his pearly white teeth make an appearance, forming a contrast against the skin worthy of a place in a wannabe kitsch fashionista’s line. His round hairy belly wiggles every time he chuckles, which again.. he never does. She finally makes her way across the hall which seemed to have stretched across eternity. She opens the door only to find a middle aged woman baring HER teeth to her. It was the maid. She says something in the regional dialect, but was incomprehensible. Everything seemed so.

As she walks back to her room, her eyes falls on a little shiny thing hung on the wall. Something beckons her towards it. As she moves closer, a witchy little figure appears on it. A female form with strange big hair, small eyes and a huge crimson mouth.. SCREAAAAAAAAAM! The maid comes rushing in, inquiring and leaves immediately snickering. She’s evil! That must be her evil witch sister there in the picture. She moves in again braving the sinking feeling inside.. it seems a more familiar picture this time around. Carefully observing the face, she remembers.. that’s.. her. It was a mirror. Cursing her imbecility and bad take-off-your-lipstick-before-sleeping manners.. she calls for a cup of coffee.

The maid walks in sometime with a cup of coffee and a rather disgusted look* on her face. In her broken Hindi, she inquires why she was home at this hour. OFFICE!! She slept through the morning.. it was Monday, and she was “late” to office. Again.

Her head was on the verge of exploding. It could, but it wont.. coz that would be a good thing… and good things don’t happen on a Monday morning. A Monday morning that comes after a Sunday night. After a (drink-all-you-can-coz-tomorrow-is-a-Monday-again) Sunday night. It’s a vicious circle.

She rushes in and out of the bathroom faster than a speeding bullet. Wet hair and all, she grabs her bag and mobile, scurrying out of the door..

Two minutes later, she slowly makes her way back through the same door and bundles in the sofa.. she need not go to that office anymore.. she quit two days back.

19 comments:

Handful Of Hell said...

She decided not to grace anymore a place which she found condescending to set foot on, She decided to not to see herself at a place her heart had forfeited long before her skin,
She decided to see her soul fly and take to the skies of a promising horizon,
She NEVER quit.

s! said...

didya really quit that job? freedom from those evil bossmen?!

alice said...

is this really u.....?????or some one else....?

Anonymous said...

I like that REBEL streak in you ...
rather than smoothing things over - ruffle them up; question moral posturing, have your own perspective and be open to changing them...

here's "Running Wild"
shed off your fear if you wanna be free
The wind of freedom blows away the binding chain
Independent minds are sowing their grain
Boundless power will tear the wall apart
So don't give in BE A REBEL AT HEART...

Yours Truly...Conman said...

eeeeeeehhaaaaaaaa....
wooohoooooo
Loved it...
Awesome. It's just amazing how many amazing people exist in this world.

Yours Truly...Conman said...

Brilliant...

thetis said...

hoh: people tell me i have a BIG head already, i think i need a hat the next sized now..

s! : yes, parting words: freedaaam to be.. azaadi jeene ki.. (pepsi ad i guess)

alice: could there be any other?

anonymous: german metal bands rock!!

conman: if i may too.. wooohoooo.. thank you.

Broken Verses said...

I love the post. Specially the ending! Amazing!

ps: back there, it isn't you, the church is gothic in design!

:)

Penny Lane said...

Cool... I wish I could quit! Then I could sleep till noon, read books all day and drink all night! Ah, how I miss those student days

Anonymous said...

I think I made a point for "rebellious spirit", not rock band.
Plz. read again...

*Intern

thetis said...

broken verses: well.. lets just hope that is not the "ending"..per se

penny lane: you missed playing tennis..getting a dog.. talking on phone uninterrupted (i wish).. painting the wall.. et al

anonymous: i did get what the previous comment meant.. i was just a lil scratchy to acknowledge being called a rebel.. i ve bad memories of it.. :)

A Hairy Snail said...

congratulations on your re-found "freedaaam"....

hope it lasts for a while now...

:D

Anonymous said...

Ohh okay,
but just a few words on my understanding of "rebel spirit"...

Past few months, on weekends, I work "voluntary" in a hospital; I recall a case last Sunday...

A 17 year boy was hospitalized being totally drunk, police was around and parents were visibly worried and upset ...
...and.... there was anther school-kid voluntarily working with me; helping patients.

So who (I think) is the rebel?
Not the drunk kid; but the kid who "rebelled against conforming" to peer pressures teenagers face ...

So by "rebellious spirit" I mean a questioning attitude; thinking before blindly accepting norms....

Its my life .... screw the world ... I'll do what's best in my interest ...

Jasmine said...

Hey, am new here. Nice blog.. Read all the way to the first post, actually. :)

P.S. - From one of your previous posts, I think our first names are the same. Similar, anyways. :)

s! said...

still sleeping eh?! ;-)

thetis said...

mel: you wish that i dont get another job.. *hands on hips, grimace on face*
and you are late!

anonymous: your endearing comments would lose absolutely none of their charm if you give yourself a name. :D

jasmine: welcome.. your name is d****a too? oh golly! :p

Thetis said...

s! : damn.. simul-posting..

Jasmine said...

lol.. yeah, my name's d****a, too. :D

A Hairy Snail said...

*bows*

*and hastily retreats with fear of having stuff thrown at him*

sorry!