Can't Fight For Peace

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's what goes through a scrambled brain.
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Can’t fight for Peace! “Hey, you like the color of new curtains” ? She asked handing over my pre-workout for gym. “Totally, soothing to eyes and after all babes your choice is the best, who knows it better than me”, I said winking at her in less romantic and more comic manner and muti-taskingly unlocked my phone as it was RCB V/s Kings Punjab in IPL menu today. Meanwhile I looked at the window could see the balcony light through it, which meant the curtains were not at the window! She walked away leaving behind uncomfortable silence. Yes though silence of wife’s is synonym to comfort zone but then a 2 year old husband is experienced enough to understand when his wife is serving it wrapped in awkwardstillness. As I leaned back on the sofa I could hear the crunching of a poly bag, being sandwiched between my back and the sofa. There the players took drinks break; here I had my pre-workout and cared to look at the poly-bag which contained green color curtains. “Hand these over to the guard on your way to gym and tailor will collect from him tomorrow, I have instructed him on phone about the measurements.” Garima informed in a wearisome tone from the kitchen. The partnership for 4th wicket starring Virat Kohli, co-starring AB Deviliars that started as annoying one was turning out to be a threatening one for the Kings. I turned my mobile phone on aero-plane mode and started my physical bouts with iron in the gym, those 2 hours are the most satisfying hours of my day may be as the outcome is totally in my hands, no variables involved. Something was capable of unforceful engaging me. The good thing about dealing with machines is unlike humans they are consistently with their input outcome cycle. The breeze that rubs my entire sweat drenched body on a 10min scooty ride back to home were the coolest 10 mins of my day. Reached home, but boy! not again I forgot to take the duplicate key with me, and I was unforgivingly mad at me, can’t call her to open the door. She has reprimanded me 2 times in last as many days that my late night gyming schedule disturbs her sleep and it was my idea to get a duplicate key but mate you are supposed to carry that with you as well. Furiousness combined with over ambition-hood made me try to get hold of the double sided door bolt lock by piercing my fingers through the small opening between the wall and the door railing, without worrying much about the bruises my knuckles were getting with every attempt. Machoism ended abruptly when the unwelcoming light of the room turned on. She is up, I murmured. She opened the door and that duplicate key was lying right on the table, she obliged me with a straight face, her eye brows pointed ‘at it’ as if I could not see the key lying on the table and true to her nature without uttering a word walked back to bedroom. ‘AAh’ followed a silent snarl by me! Okay time to check the match update, RCB has lost it again and the pattern continues. “Virat Kohli was seen standing animatedly on the boundary, hoping for the unexpected and before heading back to the pavilion he had his hands on waist making a t-pot, shook his head in disbelieve, outrageously exhaled of oxygen, shrugged the shoulders and kicked the turf with his left foot” updated the online commentators. I had my protein shake and was off to bed only to be surrounded by virtual cameras in my head almost replicating what poor Kohli did. Decade old insomniac me tried everything from Sadguru to Political Debates and how to loose belly fat in 14 days on my mobile screen but nothing could made me sleep. Last time I checked my mobile phone it was 4:10 am, so must have slept 10-15 mins after that. Next day it was business as usual in office, had sheepish looks on my face as I was again an hour late. Somehow managed to turn on the computer and yes the pen drive was right in tact where I forgot it, right in the slot of the CPU. As I opened the excel sheet and the word document and the internet explorer all with back to back commands I was trying to find the reason why I cannot sleep at night as this has been a pattern for quite some time now. The self-bouts within head are more dangerous than ones those you fight against an opponent in the boxing ring, simply because the later comes to an end and guess what, there is no referee in the former one. Black corner was accusing me like anyone, you know Vaibhav, you have promised a lot and delivered nothing, you are not a family person you know, you can’t take care of yourself forget about your wife or home. Do you even love her? And keep family at bay for a minute, look at this heap of files lying on your desk. Do you deserve to work for this company? Do you even respect yourself, do you know where you are heading in your life ? People have plans, they live in discipline they travel they meet others, socialize, don’t know what are you up-to anyways? Totally unfazed by the WWF occurring in the ring called cellebrum I looked through the window pane over my left shoulder towards the cafeteria and the cheerful people were like a comprehension that left me probing with another set of question popping up in my brain, black corner continued from where it left : Why do these people celebrate things like birthdays ? What is their contribution in getting 1 year older? Everything created or born will find a date and month in any given year’s calendar on which they came into existence. Now, red corner countered, but it’s great isn’t it, people can got to cinema halls, watch a movie, eat pop-corn, check in their Facebook status, tag friends/wifes and be happy for 3 hours, costing a thousand bucks. They can sleep at nights and keep their family happy. Red corner wasn’t impressed a bit: How come happiness to them comes so easy? Isn’t it supposed to be at premium i.e. to come at a cost of achieving something that a many want to do and only you accomplish against all odds ? Admist left, right and centre hooks, I decided not to go to the cafeteria for avoiding that awkward situation of singing ‘happy birthday to you’. Could not do it as a 4 year old, how could at 34 was a very complex equation emerging in my mind and the bout had to be stopped. I consoled myself : Look may be you are not naturally fitted for this world but good thing is you understand what normal is. Many thanks for lack of progress in technology, people can’t x-ray what’s going through your mind but can only gauge you by your external actions, so son gotta keep those in control. Oh! So how do you explain your marriage? Another round of bout was ready; I don’t know what do these boxers feed upon, always up for a round in my already scrabbled head. Look I am smart enough to understand all of women are same, plus I can customize a women for a year and get bored of her in a week. So all I did was spend 1st and only Sunday in going, seeing, screening, and nodding in yes to the 1st and only girl my parents made me see. Actually I never wanted even to waste 1 Sunday but she wanted to see her ‘would be husband’ and I obliged at the cost of some game face smiles, poses for pictures. And why were you so called “supposed to get married” was the next challenge thrown by the black corner, red corner could not take this one, with ferocious atrocity he almost yelled and left hooked the black corner to serve him a knock down punch informing for the zillionth time ‘because the only set of couple who were biologically supposed to love and understand me could only recognize me physically but not understand me at any other level ; and I don’t say no to a few people not because I am afraid of them but because I know I can manage anyhow’. ‘And it was a simple question of one of us being happy at the cost of other and I choose them to be happy by getting married’. Game, Set, Match !! “Plus good players make themselves proud and great ones make their selectors proud”. Enough boys, daddy wants to do some work now: I had to focus or should I say look with little purpose to the computer screen with excel sheet on it. Only to minimize it and check any game news about the much awaited Delhi Vs Mumbai match today evening. So Vats, what’s the update on the work remember the requirement gathering of new project enquired Aditi, that smile she wore had the power to multiply by zero all the problems that I had. Was I not completing it so that she could keep enquiring about it? I checked within me. On the outside - “Yeah, am on it will be done by the end of the day”. “Sure” she said again with that mesmerizing curve on her face. Is she such a charm throughout the day, maybe I wanted to have a paragraph written anonymously by her husband? Wait, is she even married; I turned towards my co-worker to enquire? But then, better sense prevailed and I met temptations with refrain. People have Facebook and social networking sites for queries like these!? May be!! But then for some James Bonded reasons, even unsure to me, I wanted to be Google proof, at-least as isolated as possible. Oh! That requirement gathering work, you know nature is such a great equalizer it has gifted all of us – “with something that we all need to make up for that something that we don’t possess”. Be it the long tail, craws, hones, wings in case of animals/birds or a strange way of smartness overloaded in me that was just enough to ensure I could stay in the race with all of those IITans and triple IITans that worked with me. The work is done, should I wait for her to come and enquire again about the work? Can wickedly earn a couple of minutes of getting lost in her poetic aura that she has possesses ? Dude, you have a wife and she is not happy, okay okay this time even before the bout could start I emailed the work sheet and was ready to leave the office. Was it the rarity of work done by me at office that fed all the long starving positivity receptors today known as job satisfaction or her charm, on my way to basement in lift I was suddenly not sad. And for sometime absence of sadness has qualified as happiness. May be all I need is a break from the monotonous office-gym life. How about spending some good time, watching match in a pub and enjoying beer? And I can call Garima and ask her if she wants to join. Might give me an exemption from the Saturday outing as well, thinking all of this I took my phone out of the pocket and then realized, happiness is endangered you gotta make sure it doesn’t get extinct. Will just drop her a whatsapp message may be she would respond late. Kept checking it on my way to pub and there was just single tick on whatsapp. This is not a healthy sign am telling you, poped up the black corner. Will you shut up ? Yelled the red corner. If I can finish requirement gathering that others took 2 days in 30mins I can deal with anything. As long as I need 36 runs in an over am in the game bro. Confidence was emerging from I don’t know where but I wasn’t complaining about it either. So every Delite in the pub was cheering for Delhi, for Mumbai Indians it was a must win game to reach into the knock outs, definitely Mumbai found a supporter in me. Always with the underdog, not sure why or may be yes surely why not. There are less more inspirational scenes in the world than to see someone to emerge victorious from being down and dusted. So were MI in this tournament. “You enjoy your outing, told you have reserved my evening with Swati for today” read whatsapp message on the screen from her. 4 beers down in the 1st innings itself and MI need to chase 187. Seems like a daunting task. Only during the innings break I could care about my belongings, mobile is in right pocket of jeans, and to avoid discomfort while sitting I usually place my wallet on the table but it’s not there, tapped on the left butt, nope. Boy lost in her smile I forgot my purse in office. This time I just smiled, though single sided stretch of sealed lips if it qualifies as one. Never mind will pick my pendrive and wallet both on Monday. But what about the bill ? 4 beers and the crunchy snacks that I got refilled twice. Pressing the ear lob of left ear inside the ear to avoid any unwanted noise and with cell phone on right ear as if pretending the place to be super noisy I started walking, making sure not to have eye contact with any hotel staff. After all fleeing from problematic situations comes naturally to me. The walking speed increased twice as I left the pub towards the parking. After half a kilometer drive, I needed a cigarette but surely shopkeeper would want money in return. Long live the parking guy who had an argument with me over the two 10 rupee coins that I first refused to take in the morning for I wanted my wallet to stay in shape and these now 10 rupee coin are capable of deforming my butt and purse both at the same time. Somehow I love peace so much that I can’t fight for it and this morning was no different. Accepting those 2 coins and squeezing them in the front pocket of my jeans made me richer enough to get a cigarette now. Yeah Dad is right, I am so unplanned, always in a mess. Should have had tender change with me were my thoughts when I was forced to accept those coins. But life has an exceptional way of dealing with exceptions. Not every mis-management in life is a failure, sometimes disorder is the order of the day. All said and done, I was whorish about beer, needed more of it. I am not squandering away this evening like this, the night was young and still 17 overs of cricket was left to be watched plus have taken a rare off from gym too. For the moment needed to check in one that would accepted online wallets. Rohit Sharma is so much talent and elegance, but his appetite and hunger for victory is no where close to Kohli’s. Always serene, but since when is that a bad thing? May be being talented is not always good, your talent does all the hard work for you. He was fighting a lone battle and as long as he was as the crease, MI had a chance the boxers turned commentators in the head. It started raining and I hated rains too. Yeah it looks awesome in 1080 HD English movies when you have proper draining system and a beautiful companion by your side but when rains is a synonym to traffic jams, mosquitoes and pitholes, and every-time you are wearing slippers your butts get poxes with the mud water droplets to make the things worst. I had to speed up to reach to the next the pub, this was better, more dark and less noisier than the previous one. The match was on and the waiter was standing with the menu card for the 3th time in close to an hour of drinking, as I looked at him and smiled gently. Yeah I noticed/unnoticed but realized something more important was happening in my life than this match. There was a couple sitting in the cafe when I walked in. As the light was low, I didn’t know who they were until the women turned around, and I saw it was my wife. I used the order seeker to screen myself and felt intuition of a pain so immense in nature that brain refused to take a measure of it. I was seated at some 25 feet from the exit gate and MI needed 60 of 42 balls but Rohit Sharma was given out which was a horrifying decision, it was a howler and all I could see was me and Sharma ji ka larka walking away from our respective horrifying scenes without kicking the turf, without displaying much emotions. I am strong but somehow allowed tears to roll on my cheeks and was using the rain to disguise them and hence was using falling water to its best effect. The guard on my way back to society gate handed me over the stitched curtains. A lot has happened over in my life since the last time I held that poly-bag. The duplicate key was with me this time but before entering into the house for one last time checked on the score board. MI needed 37 of 6, it was well and truly over. “Will be late, I have the other key you lock and sleep” read my screen notification. ‘Sure, nite’! I replied this time. As I lied down drenched in rain I was wondering, why didn’t Rohit Sharma, stood his ground, how could he walk away like that. There were more files about to open in my brain but quickly realized that no animated reactions could have undone the damage done to either of us. May be we knew arguing or hurling abuses would not have only resulted in match fee deduction but also in next match ban. Winning and losing is not in your hands, maintaining dignity for sure is. You aren’t a peace lover, if you can fight for it. Having realized that, there was no rain to dilute my tears this time. And self bouts, I winked? They are the internal shock absorbers that ensure there is no addition to the violence to the outside world. Its CSK taking on KKR tomorrow!! Let me see if Aditi is on face book? And can set up the green curtains, who knows rub of green can get along! And good husband should stay awake till her wife comes, if she is carrying a key or not, doesn’t matter. Either ways can’t sleep all night !!


Submitted: April 17, 2020

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