A Bottleful of Emotions

I miss writing - the old fashioned way.

The SMELL of ink filling my nostrils as i scribbled away.
The FEAR of being yelled at by mom for having ink blots on my school shirt.
The JOY of getting my first imported fauntainpen on my 10th birthday.
The FRUSTRATION of the nib breaking in the middle of an exam.
The EXTRAVAGANCE of having a collection of pens.
The SATISFACTION of making a to-do list and ticking items when they are done.

So many emotions in a small Chelpark Ink Bottle.
Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The Night

This story was written by me for a story writing competition in my office.

Nah. i didnt win anything. Here Goes.

That night has been etched in my memory forever, after all it was the night which changed my life forever...

It was the night when the plan that I had made for months was executed. Today he was lying dead in his house, soaked in perspiration from the tussle.
I had finally killed him. He had to pay for his sins.
With these thoughts I went back to almost a year ago when I had discovered that I was going to be a mother. It was the happiest day of my life. He was very elated when I broke the news to him. He had already started thinking of names for his son. He had always wanted a son. Mom kept a pooja on the auspicious day of Basant Panchmi, the day after my second ultrasound was due. I was very excited on the day. I was looking forward to be able to hear the heartbeats for the first time. But Dr Khurana's face was telling a different story.
We were told that the baby was deformed, my baby was deformed. And for the betterment of the baby we had to terminate the pregnancy.
I was shattered but his support was what took me through it.

Then one day suddenly I picked up the phone and heard talk on the other line with his good friend Anil. Incidentally his wife was expecting and he was giving anil some advice about getting a son. That's when it all made sense to me. It made sense that Dr Khurana was a cheat. That my baby wasn’t deformed. She was an angel whose only fault was being fathered by a man who could not think beyond a son. Who arranged for her to be killed by a lie in case the ultrasound told that we were going to have a daughter.

I hung up the phone and decided that he will pay for my daughter’s blood, for our family's pain, for the heartbreak I went through when I realized I was married to a monster.

That night I made all of his favorite foods in dinner. After all it would be his 'Last Supper'. I mixed a sedative in his food. He ate a stomachful. Enough to paralyze his body but not enough to affect his brain. Then I told him that I knew, I knew it all. I knew the real face behind the loving husband and caring father. I saw the expression change on his face. I knew the time had come. To let him breathe his last few breaths. And I did what I had to do.

As I sit in the police lockup I remember how calm I was when I took an auto and went to the police station to confess.

I remember each and every moment of that fateful night.
And I Remember Deepika - The daughter I never had.

Unbreakable

The code had to be delivered before the clients came in the next morning.It refused to work properly and behaved much like an extremely difficult co-worker. It decided to work perfectly till 1800 HRS and then suddenly threw a fit. She looked around to realize it was long since the place was deserted.

In panic she called him on the other side of the globe. She knew he'd be asleep but he was her last chance to dodge the blame.
He picked up the call almost instantly, heard the issue and logged on to the system.

For twenty minutes no words were spoken between them as they hastily absorbed the thousand lines of code, peering to find the possible traitor.
Then he said 'The program is reading FILE1 instead of FILE'.

She couldn't believe that she could have missed this. She should have checked the basics before escalating the matter.She should have been more conscious of the code.
She feared the worst as he was about to say his next few words.

He said 'That's nothing. I make worse mistakes even with so many years behind me. The trick is to learn from everything'.
And she learnt magnanimity.

Then...

When I saw a needy kid I looked away.
When I noticed an old man trying to cross the road I thought others will help.
When I knew I was wrong I yelled.
When I knew a crowd was trying to get an auto I pushed my way through.
When I didn't have the time to understand I judged.
When I saw a man in need of a job, I thought I cant help.
When I bribed the telephone repairman I cursed the government.
When the Bomb killed so many, I checked on all my loved ones and I moved on.

Then I donated small funds for a good cause and thought what a great person I was.

Missed me?

The lull was intentional!
I was only giving you time to miss me.
Now i am back. And will keep posting regularly.

Here goes!

Duh!

Is it mandatory to be an idiot in order to become a manager?
Is it a desirable quality?
Or is it plain chance?

Please throw some light..i am all ears....

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