Through the Highs and Lows of an emotionally driven mind

The lock clicked open as he entered his apartment. He opened his door and faced the huge new painting he had recently installed on his wall. The splendor of the ship and the cool blue sea behind it seemed to give some calm to his excited nerves. He nudged the door to close behind him and took off his shoes.

He loosened his tie and fell on his couch. As he bounced on the sponges of the couch, he switched on his music set- Beethoven, his favorite. It was the perfect tune, for the perfect occasion. The view of the evening sunset seen from his balcony was, perfect! Everything was perfect.

He had just been promoted. At 25, it was a new record for the youngest project leader. What more, his parents had found him a suitable match. A beautiful and intellectually sound female who was even better than anyone he would have managed to find himself.

What was he saying, “Better than anyone I could have managed to find myself”?

He pondered over the question for a while. All those memories flooded back to him. The wonderful times he had with the girl he called “Kiddo”. The unexpected meeting in the railway station five years ago, when he had decided their acquaintance had ceased for good; the awkward manner in which he had proposed to her and the wonderful feeling of joy when she accepted him a week later; the hours they spent on the phone, getting to know each other;the twinkle in her eyes when she gave him one of those naughty grins; the days he had to wait for her to recoup from her chicken pox; their first official date; the first kiss, the second and the first time they made love; the way she bit his ears; their first major fight; the second major fight; the fight on his birthday; and then, the manner of their breakup. The memories were bittersweet.

And then he remembered Christie. Christina, the girl he had met just for a couple of hours in his life; the girl who made all the difference to him and turned his life around in those couple of hours; the girl whom he never again met; the girl who’s face he couldn’t even recollect.

He met Christina a week or so before his break up. He got to know her as a friend’s friend. She was five years elder to him, married, with a son and seen a fair share of life as compared to him.

It was a day in which the gods were angry with the city and had poured like crazy. The day had been a reflection of his mood- furious, dark and gloomy. He had had the most imperfect birthday the previous day and it was getting no better. Every quarrel he had was hastening the breakup and he could do nothing to help it. He needed a break. He had to do something to break the monotony of his life. But it was raining cats and dogs and he couldn’t step out of the house.

Thankfully for him, his friend called him out for a drive. He latched on to the idea and so found himself in the car with his friend, heading out to some place he had no clue about. This was when Christie joined them. Through the coffee, she had spoken to him about a lot of pursuits in life other than love. She had brought out the concept of living ones life for his family. She had spoken about how the search for peace could be fulfilled by the simple act of chasing ones passion. She had spoken about positivism, objectivity and a lot more of complex concepts in the simplest of terms.

“Look for happiness through the eyes of those who you love. Look for it in those who realize how much of a difference you made in their life. Treat everyone with the same amount of care that you would show when you see sadness in “your kiddo”. Set your heart free and you will find it influence thousands of hearts around you. Maybe she will come back, but if she doesn’t just make sure you don’t grow old with the feeling that your life so far had been without a purpose.”

These words, he had repeated every morning since the first time he had heard them from Christie………………… That was five years ago.

He took a pen and wrote,

“To Christina, with love………

Today, I can say I have lived my life as best as possible. I repent not for any mistake I had done or for the pain I had put my heart through. For I have grown successful in my career and in my social life. No one can be loved by everyone, but I can surely say that I am loved by most people who know me.

I know not where you stay. I know not how you are doing. I know not whether you remember me. But if you do, I say, “Thank You for turning my life around.”

And if you don’t, I say, “Thank You anyways”.”

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I like cats! They say when a cat closes its eyes, it imagines that night has fallen upon the world.

I was not born in the best of families. My father was a businessman who lived a cockroach life. He came drunk in the night and often left the house before I woke up. There were times I recollect where we met once every fortnight or even less. My mother took to ‘social welfare’, the term she used to justify her absence from home and hanging out with similar ,rather sad ladies who claim to look after others while their own lives are in tatters. This situation often left me all alone in a four roomed house.

I had never been the brightest kid in my school. As a matter of fact, I hardly managed to clear half my subjects. Math and science were my worst enemies and English was my best friend. Speaking of friend, I was shy by nature and I hardly made any. With my curly hair and braced teeth, I was often made fun of as the bunny of the class. I truly was a dork who kept to himself and stayed away from the normal world.

So at an early age, I took to books.  I started off with Tinkle, graduated to Tintin and Archies and Asterix. Soon I indulged myself with Agatha Cristie and Sydney Sheldon. I plunged into reading fantasy once fiction became predictable. I sometimes used to recreate some plots and enact them inside my room.

My life changed when the time I reached my high school. By then, I had lost my interest in fictions and fantasies and turned to personality development. I needed a girlfriend too. As a matter of fact, I needed friends, full stop! So I plunged myself into books on how to improve my life. I learnt how to be effective. I learnt when to say no and how to say no. I learnt many ways to achieve success.

One particular book(ask me later for its title) said that we have to recreate the day’s events before going to bed in the way we would have wanted it to have happened. I liked this method of living life as it gave me a chance to erase my memories of disappointment and look forward to recreating my life the way I wanted it to be.

I became a better person. I got rid of my glasses and switched over to lenses. I visited the salon and had a neat haircut. I even carried out a wardrobe change. I practiced making speeches every morning before the mirror and within a month I was transformed.

Every time I got snubbed by a girl or every time I made a fool of myself I corrected my mistake over the evening and would come back better the next day. Eventually, Mary Jane became my girlfriend.

Boy was she a beauty. She always came in her lolly pop red dress. Her pink hat with a feather on top complimented her dress perfectly. She wore white stilettos and white stocking. She was smoking hot. I never got tired of seeing her that way. We had the perfect time together. She would always let me hold her hand and guide her through Central Park. No matter how many times I explained the history of New York, she would listen to me patiently.

Aye, she would ask the right questions to keep the conversation going. She had an awesome sense of humor and would be the first tease me when I acted silly. She was so full of life, and my love for her never hit the dip.

Soon Mary Jane introduced me to my Danny. Danny was a junior director by profession. He was looking to create his own movie and the time we met was indeed God given. For, in me, he found the perfect ally and also a source of funds for making his idea a reality. Together we produced a number of films which were later to be box office hits.

We created films of all genres. Be it romance, action or Horror, we gave awesome movies. I was the secret behind Danny’s success. I gave him amazing stories. I tweaked the script to achieve the cutest dialogues when it came to romantic films. We were a success.

Danny married Gloria, and I married Mary Jane. Along with Jack and Jill, our Norwich Terriers, we are family now, living under the same roof.  Mary Jane and I bought us a Benetton and Danny got Gloria a Bentley. We have everything in the world. We are at peace with life.Thank you God, for showing me how to live life, like the cat.

Jimmy Welsh

PS: Jimmy Welsh is an inhabitant of the Wonderland Association in NY, an asylum for the insane. Often people hear him demand for checks to be sent out to a certain Daniel Crowe. He has been released five times only to be brought back for claiming to be the husband of anyone who wears red tops and white stilettos. It is ironical that Jimmy Welsh scored the most in the latest NY psychometric test to identify the man who is the most at peace with life.

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Obviously, he knew who the voice belonged to.

It had been three years since he broke up with her. Even though he claimed the break up was out of mutual consent, deep within he knew it was ugly. They had argued a lot and exchanged murderous looks before calling the relationship off. And he had never heard from her again.

Until now!

“I just called up to say that I am leaving this weekend to the States for doing my masters. “ Well, at least her life had gone as per the plan. She was going to do her studying and prove to her dad that she deserved freedom, rather than the pampering and unlimited funding he gave her.

It is nice she is going. Now he can breathe easy and not worry about the daunting prospect of bumping into her someday at some random mall. Men don’t cry, but if he did see her again, who knows, he could go against the norm.

“I leave in ten days. I just thought we could meet once over the weekend if that’s ok with you.”

How sly! Now she had passed the baton on to him and been the nice girl. As always, denial, if it did happen, had to be initiated by him.

“Hmm. Ok. Text me the place and time.” He said before hanging up.

He called his girl and told her he was meeting the other girl. If she had any concern, she did not voice it. He felt grateful his love had evolved from a strong base of six years of friendship. He had very little to explain, she knew the story, to every (gruesome) detail.

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“Well, it is so nice to see you again. You seem to have put on some muscle, your scars on the face because of those rashes have healed and you look great.” Some scars are external and they heal. Some internal cuts don’t. Why tell her all that now? She would be gone far off soon. He smiled in acknowledgement.

“You know, sometimes I get the feeling that I know you totally. And then in other times, you seem as distant as a stranger to me. Just as it baffles me, it attracts me to you.” He seemed to sense the direction in which the conversation was going. What he did not understand was why she chose now of all times for this conversation to happen.

“I was just thinking, for the past couple of months, that maybe we should get back together. I mean, it is true you loved me.  It is true both of us were happy till things became messy. So if things get messy, we can talk about it and come to a common ground. And make things work. Plus we will be so far away the distance will help us chill down in case our egos clash.”

“You had always cared for me. If there ever was one person who wanted me to be happy, it was you. We are meant to be together. Why else would we be on and off each other for over six years now? Come back home with me, let me introduce you to them, as my guy, as the one I want to be married to. As the one who will take good care of me and them. You can take over dad’s business even.”

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The life in his eyes had not changed. Numerous were the questions they asked; penetrating, they were; and relentless were they when they searched your soul for the ulterior motives.

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He looked deep into her, smiled as if he knew what her intent was behind the proposal.

The girl wanted someone to take care of her parent. She wanted someone dependable for taking over her dad’s business. She wanted someone to live his life to celebrate her existence. The truth that she liked him a lot was just a bonus considering the other benefits he would bring her. She felt exposed, a tad relieved when he got up and left.

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She called up his girl and said, “He loves you. He will give his life up for you if you ask for it. His ego has not gone down one bit; use it when you want to get rid of him. Love you babes, have fun with him!”

Dont play with love - It hurts!

PS: The author wishes no conclusions or parallelisms drawn from this post.

All three characters in this post are property of my imagination. Any reference to anyone you and I know might be a result of “Too much gossiping!”

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