3 Yrs From Now.

I don’t how to begin this post, simply I can say one thing this one is for all my friends (Also to those who hardly maintains acquaintanceship with me).

As I already said nothing is popping in my head, where to begin……..

Lets say your daaaaay begins when the first ray of sunlight steers on your face (i sleep near the window), the fresh breeze in the morning, you moan n slumber on your bed, thinking about who was that girl? CRAP! i couldn't see her face, she was quite familiar…and all of a sudden you notice a tall figure footing next to your divan with a tempestuous expression on his face. When your senses bounce back you find it none other than your father (dad, nana, appa, pithajji etc). The very next minute you jump from the bed, you accelerate like a cannonball, to save yourself from morning lambaste by wishing “Ohio Gozimus” (good maarning in Japanese). You gear up like an army personnel to gun down an intruder in Area 51. When you step at the entrance, you heed to what your mother say “Have your breakfast and then go to college”.

Gulping down breakfast after a quick shower, you put on your denims; a cool shirt freshened with some deodorant and run off for college, speeding alongside the road. At the parking you give yourself a last look and adjust your hair in the rear-view mirror. Then you enter your class after meeting some friends, 15 minutes after the lecture has begun. You select the last bench behind a huge and tall guy and patiently wait only to say your attendance.

Almost all students keep gazing at the professor, but with their minds somewhere down in the canteen or at the door, waiting for `that someone' to come or thinking about a special appointment, you have on that day. You will notice a handful of sincere first-bench-students (shareef-badmash guys), who attend each and every lecture and have all the detailed notes, which the outstanding students, (students who are always standing out) can photocopy a few days before the examinations. Joking and gossiping from behind your EDC or MICROPROCESSEOR book or chatting with your gf’s/bf’s in the most boring lecture during which half the class is already snoring, or adopt new methods to kill time (like I do reading novels in Telecommunication class). By the end of the lecture, everyone is restless and keeps glancing at their watches, slamming books and dropping bags. The professor mercilessly continues teaching.

The bell rings and everyone is out of the class, meeting friends at the Aadda or in the canteen. During, winter its funs, to sip a nice hot cup of coffee, drooling over your amour beau or belle. Exchanging secret smiles and then telling your friends of your latest crush. The thrill of bunking lectures, the fun of partying or going for movies and picnics, the joy when you receive the long desired `yes' from the one you have always loved, or the embarrassment of facing the person you were talking about, who all the while was standing just beside you, are truly unforgettable times.

Who can forget the numerous pranks we played. The first time we spoke or were introduced to the one we secretly admired and loved. Shadowing a belle till her home. Selecting the best place in the canteen and grabbing the opportunity to talk and sit beside her. The naughty smiles, the comments of friends, passing your critical opinion of those you envied and hated. The taste of tears when you lost your friend. The heartache when you were ditched and dumped. These are moments that can make emotions flow at any time in life..

Times when you have to make an urgent phone call and arrive at the telephone booth only to find a big queue with some female on the phone having a `I don't care about you' kind of attitude, laughing and chatting while the rest of us frown. 

The Rose day, the Sari day and gathering, are the most awaited days in the college when every boy and girl `dress-to-kill' and have a gala time. Hey! Don’t forget Friendship day, Valentines Day and other days for expressing our feelings. And now, talking of our teachers who scream their lungs out to fill something in our empty upper chambers and help us fill that white sheet of paper with those black lines. They are like Greek n Latin to me.

Around March-April, what do we say about them;

“Arey, em chaduvutavu bey?”

“Bore kotada neeyabba!” “Nenu lite mama ee subject dobutundi”

``Sir gadiki em raadu inka manaki em cheptadu!'' or just keep commenting on until the exams are over

I will never forget my college years; they have been the best years in my life till now. I have seen, learnt and experienced so much.

I have found friends; some didn't care and drifted apart. I will always remember my favorite place in college, my professors, the canteen coffee, all my friends, those innocent and decent faces of people who turned out to be devils in disguise. All the twists in the kaleidoscope of life are experiences that have helped me mature. I will cherish them forever.

So enjoy your college life because these moments will never come again. At the same time don't forget that it is not your own but your parents' money which you spend. We owe a lot to them but we don't realize it. Don't be the cause of embarrassment, shame and disgrace to them. At least make an effort to stand-up somewhere close to their expectations. Remember just a few moments can ruin your entire future.

One has to keep a fine balance. Enjoy yourself while in college, but remember there is a reason to be in college. The next 30 to 40 years of your life will shape up on the basis of how you spend your time in college.

XXII

After reaching the residence, Alex was staggered to witness the corpse. “What the hell did you do?”
Ryan was relived a bit with his brother’s presence. Ryan narrated what ever happened. And finally he gave the diary to him.


“Ryan, have you read this diary?”
“Yes I did, the one who is behind this smuggling is Prof Khurana. He’s been selling the body parts patients to others without their knowledge. And he started this business after killing his wife for money, after her death he sold her body parts, and the most unfortunate thing is Yash was also a part of this conspiracy.”


“The first thing is we’ll budge you and your old pal Yash into my safe place. And tomorrow I’ll get the police along with me because it’s not safe to leave the corpse here.” Alex assured him in a convincing tone.
“What about Khurana?” Ryan asked with an innocent expression.
“Don’t worry; I’ll make sure that he lives the rest of his life behind the bars.

XXI

Ryan came out of the Garage. His legs were trembling; hardly was he able kept his eyes open. He got back into the house. The air inside the bedroom was terrifying; his trachea didn’t allow him to breath. However he sat there for an hour. 

The time was 11:30 PM. Ryan was self-assured; only one person will help him out, His brother Alex.  Alex was an IPS officer. Because of him Ryan always used to get into Brawls but this time it was steep blunder. Without a second thought Ryan called his brother.

“Alex here, Whos this”

“Bro, I’m Ryan speaking, I want to meet you now.”

“Hey Ryan, where are you? And is everything alright?”

“No bro, I’m in a great danger. I want you to meet me. You’re the only one on the earth whom I can trust.”

“First tell me where you are.”

“I’ll tell you in detail but first you reach here and don’t let Ma n Pa know about this.”

“Don’t worry I’ve been saving your butt since childhood, I’ll reach there in 15 minutes.”

To be continued…………..

XX

Yash tired to untie himself but he was tied like an animal. He gave up because it’ll go in vain if he tries to resist more.

“Alright, Ryan I’ll tell you why”. Abruptly ryan punched on his face screaming “Why?”
“Cool down buddy, if your break my jaws then it’ll be more painful for you.”
“Speak out”
“Before that I was to have a glass of water.” Yash demanded.

Ryan returned with a bucket filled with water, he speckled the whole container on him.
“Now speak out why did you do this?”
“Well if I put it in a single it would bother you to understand the reason. I’ll tell you in detail.”

“I can’t waste my life with you, you don’ have a goal, or interest in your career. Prof Khurana offered me a scholarship only if I retrieve that diary from you. But I wonder how come he knew about this?”
“You son of a B*^*^*, Khurana is behind the selling of the body parts, His actual name is Carter Slade.” Ryan Said showing him the Note in the Diary.

After the whole story Ryan went nearer to yash “I can’t belive you did this.” He gave a solid blow, which knocked down his conscious.


To be continued………..

XIX

Ryan got hold of Yash’s neck. He punched him on his face, “Bastard why the hell did you do it?”

Ryan Pranced on him like a lion, he kicked him until yash lost his conscious.

After an hour Yash found himself fixed to a chair. He looked around; he wasn’t sure where he was. He looked for Ryan, not anything but darkness. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps, they were approaching him. Yash at other hand was sweating, his cloths got drenched.

“Why did you do this Yash?” Ryan Asked

“Ryan, let me explain you…”

“Nothing left for me to trust you now.”

“You’re jumping to a wrong conclusion, what made you to say, that I’m responsible for his death.”

“No your not, you were behind me for that diary.”  Ryan glared at him.

“I’m your best friend, you can’t do this.” Yash exclaimed. “I was here to help you.”

Ryan smirked “Nah! You were never, you just trying to show yourself.”

 Yash started laughing….

“You are a dumbhead, but I’m surprised that you’ve caught me.”

“That should be my line yash, I’m surprised. You backstabbed me. You told someone about our hideout, and who is it.”

Yash understood, it’s of no use to give any further explanation. He was caught finally. “Fine I’ll tell you the reason.”

To be continued……….

XVIII

Ryan came out of the internet café, as he walked towards the house he saw yash. It looked like yash wasn’t on foot he was crawling like a toddler. Ryan wondered why it took so long for that idiot. He approached him, “Hey yash you fata*^*^. Why did take that much time?”

Yash was shocked to see Ryan “Ryan I told you not to come out the room, why are you here?”

“I was getting frenzied up there so I came out for a walk.”

“It’s not good for us to hang out lets get in”

As they got in to the room, the floor was polished with red color. As they got into the bedroom, they witnessed Raul’s dead boy in a pool of blood. The total house was vandalized. Ryan moved nearer to the dead body, there was a slash on his throat. Yash puked looking the horror.

“Ryan lets move out before cops reach here. It’ll be big problem if anyone spots us.”

Ryan looked at yash with an atrocious face……You BASTARD!!


To be Continued..........

XVII

After the conversation with Prof. Khurana, ryan and yash decided to stay an Raul’s house. Ryan was convinced that he can count on Raul. Raul is Ryan’s classmate as well as childhood companion. He had a meek personality which made others to take over him. Many times Ryan used to sort out Raul’s delicate problems. And also he used to bully him at times. However Raul was always ready to lend a hand to Ryan with his Exams or whenever he had a trouble at home.

After the talk, they hired a cab from the hospital, to reach as early as possible. It took around half an hour for them to get there at Raul’s room.

Ryan called out as he opened the gate “Hey Raul, how are you dude?”

Raul’s was anticipating his presence, but he didn’t guess yash’s being there too.

“Oh! Even yash is also here. Don’t tell me Ryan you’re pulling Yash into your unamusing venture.” Raul tittered.

“What do you mean be unamusing venture? Yash asked with a cynical expression.

“I was just kidding, nothing like that. Couple of days before, I met his brother. He told me Ryan went to some college tour, and I understood, this idiot is up to something.”

With an underbred tone yash said “As clever as you are Raul, that’s the reason your class topper.”

“Now don’t make a mountain out of a molehill yash.”

Ryan barked “enough of your mockery, I’m starving.”

Yash interrupted “hey I’ll get something to chomp; you two have a good time.”

Both Raul and Ryan settled, but Ryan whispered “Is it safe to go out now?”

“Look Ryan, nobody noted me along with your, infact you shouldn’t move out.”

Ryan accepted “alright, but hurry up I’m starving”

After Yash left Ryan Sat infront of Raul’s PC. “Hey Raul, Do you got net connection?”

“No dude it’ll take a month for me, I know you can’t live without facebook. I got plenty of movies and other collection you can watch it”

“Hell with those, is there any cyber café nearby?”

“Yup, near the main Road.”

“That’s great I’ll be back in an hour.”

To be continued………..

XVI-Old Friend

Ryan moved like a ravenous devour to reach the doorway, but someone clasped his right hand. He persisted to move further, but it was firm enough to impede him from moving. He glared at the individual footing behind him.

It was prof. Khurana, he was flabbergasted to glimpse him. Prof Khurana, despite being in midfifties, still managed to maintain an athlete physique, his tallness was approximately six inches. He stood like an erected pillar.  

               Prof Khurana was solitary of the senior most faculties in Ryan’s university he is a  cranium of Biological sciences section. He often visited the Medico institute for his research or to give seminars to the sprouting young ones.

Ryan never used to be present at his classes; Prof Khurana contemplated him as an imprudent, reckless student who has no potential to plan his career. He considered him like a cloud moving aimlessly without a direction or purpose. There were many occasions where Ryan had provoked him with his dense attitude in the class.

                                                                                       

“What’s your hurry Ryan?” Prof Khurana asked.

“I would appreciate if you leave my arm” Replied Ryan with an uncouth tone.

“You never change with that attitude of yours; nevertheless I wonder what are you doing here?”

“That not concerned with you sir. May I take permission to leave now?”

Yash hurried back to the reception, he sighted Ryan with Khurana. “oh god! Why the hell that muggy prof. is here. Ryan please control yourself, I know your detest his lecture in school”  He watched unmistakably, Ryan was glaring at Prof Khurana straight into his eyes like bull geared up to strike, he wasn’t even blinking. And Prof. Khurana with his cynical tongue, made Ryan angrier. The ambiance between the two became bitter. Until Yash’s intrusion brought an end to it.

“Hello sir, how are you?”

“Hey Yash, nice too see you buddy, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me that you’re with this little horror” 

“I’m sorry to say but I am with him, yesterday he injured his leg while playing soccer. So I had to stay with him”

“Oh so how are you now Ronaldo?  Prof. Khurana asked sarcastically

“Better than before and if you mind we would like to head off now” Ryan knocked at him

Ryan left without signaling to Yash, Yash was worried, this jerk is going again with his abnormal manner.

“Sir, I shall make a move, it was immense pleasure to meet you here.” Yash said in a humble way.

“You’re a good kind natured person, I wonder why do you fool around with that disrespectful brat. He’ll wreck you one day” Prof. Khurana whispered with a warn expression.

“Thank you sir, but he is my best friend and I can’t let him go, I know he is ill mannered but he’ll get along one day”

“Whatever Yash, I’m least concerned about your pal; however you can attend my seminars here in the auditorium. It’ll be a great asset for you, I’m sure of that.”

“Thank you sir, I would love to come”

“Very well, we’ll meet again. Bye Yash”

“Bye sir”

Prof. Khurana and Yash parted from there, after couple of minutes………

“Hey idiot what the hell did you speak with him?” Yash yelled at Ryan

“Look I’m not fascinated to thrash out about that not getting any younger seed”

“What your problem with him any way?”

“He is an eclectic guy”

“Just like you Ryan” Yash chuckled.

“No way, I’m not like him” Ryan gazed at Yash.

“Ok let put an end to this, so what’s next?”

“We’’ll go to Raul’s room, the would be a better place to hide”

To be continued…………..

XV-Triggering

Yash rushed back to the ICU. “Dude get prepared we got to budge our A^*^* from here, I’m going to pay the bill.” …….The next moment Ryan began to pack the whole thing, his cloths, books. Within no time he got himself decent. It took him an utmost of 5 minutes. His face got brighten up, at last he‘s leaving this sickbay. He saw the next bed neighboring to him; an old lady was sleeping. She had a meek personality which explicit the psychological trauma she is going all the way through. He felt apologetic about her; he remembered, how audacious he was when he spoke about her to the chief security.


He knew that there is nothing he can do for her, before parting this place he left a box of apples at her desk with a message on that “Get well soon grandma”.
He continued staring at her, in the mean time Yash returned “everything is done, now we can disappear.”
“Wait! Let me have a word with the nurse.”
“Idiot it’s not time to hang around. The cops may arrive at any time, its healthier to shoot off before somebody stop us.”
“Alright”


Both moved out of the ICU, they got into an elevator.

“Yash I was wondering how much did you pay?”
“Well including food, medicines and the bill….the total was 16,749.”
“What? From where the hell did you splurge that much?”
“Whoa whoa! Don’t get excited, I can splurge as much as you want.”
“What do you mean?”
“Actually, I paid only 1000 bucks where as the remaining were counterfeit notes.”
“What?”
“Yes!”
“Idiot now we are authentic crooks.”
“Shut up! It’s all because of this unintelligent voyage.”
“Very well, But tell me who gave you that much?”
“Satar Bhai, I paid him 3000 and he gave me 18000 counterfeit notes.”
“Didn’t they check the notes accurately?
“I think the one sitting in the counter was a dumbstruck, he just counted the cash.”
“And you got an opening to slip from this danger.”
“Exactly”

They got down to the ground floor; Ryan got relived to see the foyer of the sanatorium. He paced up to reach; abruptly someone caught him from behind.





To be continued…………..

XIV-Freedom

Yash began scrutinizing the papers and Ryan glimpsed the diary. He read few pages, that diary belong to……Yash nodded “dude its time; we got to go back to our position, as soon as possible.”

After few minutes together they returned to there places, fortuitously nobody sighted them.

The following morning, the entire infirmary body was in commotion. The chief security is missing from yesterday. Ryan was lying on his bed, he was eating fruit salad. All of a sudden yash came gaspingly
“I think we should make a move, its getting dangerous if he is found.”

“Chill dude, there is no way he’ll be found” Replied Ryan.

“What makes you say that?”

“I don’t know” said Ryan with nerveless expression on his face.

“Look I don’t care if you really want to your butt to get caught, but I’m not coming with you. Let’s skid out before the cops arrive.”

“Alright, even I’m getting mad in this ICU”

“Yosh” Yash blurted out.

Yash went to meet the duty doctor who was in charge. He insisted him to discharge Ryan. Looking at his desperation and also the condition of Ryan, he said “I don’t know why you guys want to leave, but still you should take care of yourself.”

(Ryan to himself) “At this moment I understand the significance of freedom.”

To be continued……

XIII-Diary

Ryan wondered why carter’s nameplate is still here, in the infirmary. He nodded yash to try the chamber in the third story. Even if Carter was a close associate of Russell but still, after the fight Russell should have removed it from there.
Yash said “may be he forgot about that?”

“That’s not possible because when you have a brawl with a certain individual you’ll jus try to avoid him or try to end his reality. But it’s weird for him to left the plate.”
“Let’s check what’s there inside the room?” Yash unlocked the room with the key’s he snatched from the sentry. The room was dark, and the air inside it was motionless as if the air molecules reached a static position.

Ryan’s attention was drawn towards a cabinet which was present at the edge of the room. It was a four number combination security device. Breathtakingly Ryan opened the lock.
Watching at this feat Yash asked him “how did you do that?” Ryan replied “Dude I’ve been borrowing money from my grandpa’s cubbyhole.”
“You mean, you used to steal money?”
“Its not called stealing its TIT FOR TAT, My grandpa used to lecture me all the time so in exchange I used to borrow 1000 bucks for one lecture.”

“Do you know Ryan? You’re an asshole.” Yash said to him with a ceased expression.
Ryan began searching the locker. He found some documents, cash and a diary.

To be continued……

XII-Extortion

Yash said “Currently it’s my turn to squeeze you bastard; I’m not going to be simple.” Ryan closed the door, he moved towards the guard. “Look if you don’t respond our questions then you’re finished for tonight.”
“What do you wish for scoundrels?” His tone was raising, with no choice they popped handkerchief in his jaws. This instance Yash was enraged on him, he twisted his right hand like an elastic band. “Reply no matter what we ask or else you’ll have to eat with you left hand for rest of your life.”

The guard started moving his skull up n down signifying his admit defeat. He was tied like a log, both his arms and legs. They strained him to lie on the ground.

Ryan presided over “What’s this selling of the body parts? And who murdered Carter Slade? Answer to me, if not my associate will not go straightforward on you.”
The guard was shaken to hear slade’s name, “how did you know about slade’s murder?

Unexpectedly yash kicked on his testicles and roared “bastard he already told you to answer whatever we asks, not to query in return?” His face became blanch and dreaded. “Alright I’ll tell you. Six years ago the directors of this hospital decided to sell the body parts of patients in absence of their knowledge. One man opposed it. He was Dr. Carter Slade; he was the only guy in the infirmary who treated patients as human beings.”
“Then who stabbed him?” Ryan demanded.
“Russell brew, He is one of the board of directors. He is the one behind this.”
“So Slade was murdered because he confronted Russell. Where is Russell now?”
“I don’t know anything about him, only those who are of senior title meet him.”
Ryan nodded to yash “Check his pockets, he might have cell phone.” Yash found a cell, walkie-talkie, torch, a bunch of keys and a revolver.

Ryan gave another shot on his head, which made him unconscious. They dropped him in the storage room, tied with and his mouth was closed with plaster.


To be continued…………..

XI-Venture

“Lad’s what are you doing here?”
Looking at the giant in the moonlight made yash to widdle in his trousers.
That enormous figure asked them another time “who are you? And what are you up to?”

Ryan replied without moving an inch from his pose “we’ll tell ya, but as a minimum introduce yourself UNDERTAKER!”
“I’m the chief security personnel of this building Sanjeev Mishra, Now you two brats spew out, what you were doing here?”
“I’m Ryan and he is Yash, Are you convinced now?”
“You still got to unwrap the motivation for your presence here.” Asked the guard
“Hmmmmm! I was suffocating in that bloody ICU of yours, so I came here to gobble some clean air.” Ryan replied in a sluggish way.
“You may not like it, it’s your trouble but you can’t disappear from ICU.”
C’mon old man put an end to it, look at the sky, it’s so beautiful and the clouds are having a marathon.” The guard disrupted “Then why your friend Yash is here?”
“Oh! Yash, he is my pal. I told him I can’t take the farting smell of an old hag. Whole day she does crapping and it freaks me out.”

The guard kept quite, he was gazing at yash skeptically. “Didn’t you teach your friend how to speak about a woman?”
Yash was frightened watching at his body build “why you’re getting so upset? Is that your grandma?” replied Ryan.
“You insolent bastard how dare you to speak about a woman in that ill mannered way.”
Yash interrupted him “hey mister grip yourself, you words ain’t going to prevent his shitty language. Let us leave from here Ryan, it’s already late.”

Both moved down the staircase, all of a sudden the keys fell from Yash’s pajamas. “hey you, something have jumped out of your scoop.”
Before Yash could lift the keys back, the man clutched of him. He blurted out, “you bastards, what the hell you two were doing in the operation theater?”
Ryan glimpsed at the door of the theater, it wasn’t closed properly. “Yash you idiot, it’s your entire fault.”
“Ryan help me, this goliath is squeezing like a sponge.”
Ryan looked them both from his position, he stood like a lizard, not even a single muscle moved. All of a sudden the man collapsed. Yash got stunned; Ryan had hit him with an iron rod on his head.

“You are damn scary Ryan”

The security guard was in semi-conscious state. Both fellows dragged him into the theater…


To be continued……

X-Truth

Ryan looked, is any person still around? Luckily no one was nearby. It was an ideal time to get out there. He peeped in the nurse’s shifting room, excepting for one remaining all were snoring. Without uttering a sound he came out. Yash was sitting at the edge of the hall. He gesticulated, its time.

Both reached the third story of the infirmary, not a soul was present. Without a second thought both moved to the corner of the lobby where Slade’s nameplate was hanging.
Yash shrugged “it’s futile to unlock; the combination lock needs a special key.”
“I think something more valuable is present inside.”
“But how should we get in?”

Ryan wondered who’s holding the keys for this particular chamber. He nodded yash to check it from the 4th level; shortly they reached to the higher level. It was still under erection, except the operation theater nothing else was erected. The wind was blowing like a trumpet; hardly, they nattered anything. If their tone rose, definitely it’ll turn out to be more bothersome. Like a cat both preceded, it seems they got paws underneath their feet. The moonlight was the only tip for footstep.

Yash succeeded in unlocking the operation theater. The space was filled with many cabinets; some of them had scissors, scalpels, Humbys knife used for skin grafting, babcock forcepts, allies forcepts, sims speculum, artery forcepts, devoys, retracter bandages, injections, cloths, medicines etc. Two beds, couple of oxygen cylinders, and there were some records. Ryan wasn’t amazed to see this, but he was astonished to see another room attached to the theater.


It wasn’t an ordinary room; it looked like storage space, a huge refrigerator and the temperature was at minus degrees. Ryan began scanning the documents which were piled up, and yash was glimpsing at what is stored in the other room.

All of sudden yash blurted out “ryan ryan! Come here at once.”
“What happened did you found any thing unusual?”
“Don’t you think it’s a….”
“Yes it seem like that, but I’ve never seen a real one”
“I’m not able to control myself, let’s get out of here before I start puking.”
“Yash nice job!, you found an fascinating egg here, looks like what I figured out wasn’t wrong.”
“What do you mean not wrong?”
“This is not an authentic hospital, it’s a smugglers nest”
“What?”
“They sell body parts!”
“How can you say that?”
“Because the files I glimpsed, had same particulars, all of them related to heart, kidney, eyes transplantation and also dead bodies too.”
“But most of the sanatoriums do have them, they use for training purpose, I believe.”
“That’s what I was imagined until I found this document.”

Before Ryan could speak, a huge personality appeared in front of them. He looked like a colossus in the shadows, carrying a club, geared up to massacre.

“Lad’s what you’re up to??”

To be continued.....

IX-Toying

The next day, a normal physician came on rounds. He asked Ryan “how are you feeling young man? Is everything alright?” with a gloomy snicker Ryan answered “yup, I’m feeling much better now but still I got a little problem at the left side of my abdomen.”
The doctor started examining the left part of his belly. He said “you must have ultrasound, it might aid us.

Yash thought “what an idiot, was it necessary for him to say that!” After the discussion ended the doctor moved on to other patients. Yash came nearer to ryan and whispered in his ear “You dimwit was it needed for you to tell about that so called pain of yours?” Ryan replied with sarcasm expression “dude I’m having a little gastric problem from two days, so I thought its better to ask”.

The time deceased…..It was 11:30pm and one of the nurses came to Ryan “Excuse me! Ryan You’ll be shifted to a room tomorrow morning. If at all you’re feeling good”
Ryan jumped from his bed “thank you, I was waiting for that; I can’t sit here any longer watching these people around me.” The nurse was newly appointed; she smiled softly “why you’re so eager to leave ICU? The nurses are taking good care of you?”
“Its not like I want to leave you all here but when I look to other patients I get freaked out” Replied Ryan, making an eye contact with the nurse. This reddens her face but she didn’t show her facial expressions.

She left as yash came to meet him.
“Idiot this is not a park stop flirting with nurses” Ryan said “I know why your saying this?”
Yash with a blank expression “why”, “Because your feeling jealous of me” ryan replied with a grinning face.
“Fine I don’t care, try to sneak out as its 1:00. We got to use one last chance” Said yash.
Ryan: Yup! I remember what to do.


TO be continued……………

VIII-Empty-handed

The next day of the week at the hospital reception, Ryan got admitted as a patient suffering from rigorous stomach ache. He was asked to stay in ICU for a two days observation. Those two days, was a nightmare for Ryan in the ICU. He was not permitted to leave out, nor did they allow Yash to stay in for more then ten minutes. Ryan’s notion that there was something devious about this infirmary; nobody is allowed to meet the patients in ICU.
He couldn’t doze in that hostile atmosphere. He made up hi mind to sneak out of the ICU. Time was 2:00 am in the early hours, Ryan walked out of the ICU. He got himself in an elevator. On the 3rd floor the doctors living room was present, may be that may turn out to be something useful for him. By that time Yash managed to filch the keys from the security guard. Both mates met at the 3rd floor reception. Fortunately not a soul was there at the reception desk.

Nearby was board hanging to the wall at the corner of the waiting lobby “Dr. Carter Slade”. Ryan got stunned to see the name plate of a departed individual. Yet after six years his nameplate is present, why? What relation does he have with this infirmary? ‘He died long back!’ Ryan thought.
Ryan nodded to check out that room. Yash tried the all keys he had but it didn’t unlock the door. Someone came abruptly, Ryan and Yash got under the table. It was a drunken assistant doctor; he was singing the same song which the old man was singing in the cemetery.

The assistant doctor Muff Fleming went to his room and slept. Ryan nodded its safe to come out now. Time was 3:30 now Ryan shrugged it was a waste to come here, nevertheless they found something suspicious behind the door. They both returned to their place, all the nurses in the ICU were snoring softly.

They got only one opportunity to enter the room again before he is shifted to a single room…They got to do in next 24hrs….


To be continued…..

VII-First step

Ryan returned to his house subsequent to the meeting with Slade. He switched on his PC and started searching for Dr. Carter Slade on Google. After 4 hrs as a final point he found a site which gave had a piece of writing about an incident six years earlier than. “Cardiologists attempts suicide.” So he was convinced it’s him because the occurrence mentioned took six years ago and the discussion wit yash, individuals vanishing in the woods.

He tried to explore the personal information of Slade. And finally he got the address of the infirmary in which he used to work as a cardiologist. “Medico institute of science”, recognized in 1974, considered as one of the top hospitals in the country. To get an admission in that institution, it was compulsory for the candidate to have astonishing understanding and traits.

Now it was necessity for Ryan to trip the institution, without that he can’t tail some information about Slade’s demise.
He made an appointment as a patient suffering from sever stomach ache. Yash accompanied him to the infirmary, his legs were trembling. But he maintained a reassured look on his face. He asked the doctor what’s the trouble with Ryan’s abdomen?
“Lad you might have over eaten some garbage foodstuff which is a cause for disorder inside. You should get admit, the doctors will take care of you.” said the Doc.
Ryan with a hesitating gesture asked “Is it compulsory to get admit here? I mean this can be settled using medicine too.”
Look mister I’ve told you what is needed, the judgment is yours and incase anything happen to you, we will not hold any blame. Ryan replied with a smile “alright doc I’ll get myself tomorrow morning, sharp at 9.”

Both fellows returned back…Ryan said to his parents “Dad I’m leaving for a tour and will be back after fifteen days.” His father asked “What an unexpected plan, cant you notify two days in advance. Here take this cash with you, if you get in trouble then let me know.”
With a big beam on his face Ryan hugged his father…..”Thanks dad! I know you’ll never dishearten me.”…Bye……..

To be continued……..

VI-yesteryear

The old man eyes got filled with tears “kid, after a long time somebody have called me like that, But before that let me introduce myself to you. I’m Dr. Carter Slade.”
I was a doctor long back. I was stabbed from at the back. And I couldn’t get a glimpse of his face, the chap who murdered me.
“Then why do you take life of public who visit this spot?” asked Ryan.
“I kill them as I can distinguish cowardliness in each individual who comes here under full moon. But I didn’t lay a hand on you. You were the only one who dared to come here twice, despite the fact that you got scared at the beginning but later on you walked here like lion in the nighttime.” Said Slade.

Ryan asked “Well then who was the woman who cries in the graveyard each night?”
Slade: It’s my wife she still believes that I’m alive.
Ryan: You can tell her.
Slade: She can’t see me…But I wish for the one who killed me should trip this spot.
Ryan: So you couldn’t make out the face of the guy who killed you.
Slade: absolutely…I’m ravenous to carnage him as he come here.

“When you were killed, was there any issue going on?” Ryan asked with a skeptical expression on his face. Slade looked at him with a perpetrate expression “what made you to say that?”
Ryan replied “I’ve been watching lots of movies where the criminal kills the Nyman who tries to stop him from doing something immoral.”
“You don’t seem to appear smart though you got a small head.” Slade said.
“Small brain? What do you imply by that geezer I’m not like you.” Ryan exclaimed.

End question I would like to ask over…..”Hey are you interviewing me, How many questions you’ll raise?” Slade interrupted. Ryan with a wickedness beam on his expression “I’ve decided to uncover why were you murdered?”
“Hey kid don’t butt in other people business, it too unsafe for you.” Warned Slade. But it was ineffective Ryan’s expression showed he was keyed up to find out the guilty party.

To be continued…….

V-Persuasion

He persistently moved until the voice of the female ended. Ryan got astonished why it stopped up? The circumstances enticed him to advance. Before he might progress further, the old geezer called him. “Hey you there, what do you want now?”
Ryan started gazing “where the hell the tone of voice is coming from.”
Again “You dork I told you not to come here, Go back.”
Ryan shouted “where are you? I need to have a word with you.”

The old man gave a dreadful appearance to him. All of a sudden he whispered in his ears, “HI I’m here.” That made Ryan to lose his equilibrium. “You old geezer you messed by trouser with your lame hoax”
Old geezer: ha-ha! Old geezer what a unwell way of calling me…..bastard! how dare you to name me like that? I’m still youthful.
Ryan: you’re out of your intellect…well I want to know about you.
Old man: come again??
Ryan: why?
Old man: What do you imply by why?
Ryan: What’s your name? How did you depart this life and why you murder people who visit this place….and more importantly why didn’t you exterminate me that day…..that song??
Old mad: Do you actually belief I’m gonna reply to a toddler like you.
Ryan: I don’t give a damn on what you sense, and I don’t have a tendency to listen to NO.
Old man: You’re pissing me brat!
Ryan: So you’re going to slaughter me now.
Old man: Hey fool why you’re so thrilled to die?
Ryan: Just reply my questions.
Old man: A kid is treating me like a kid. He he he he! I think I should teach you some good manners.
Ryan: ok! Grandpa……c’mon I apologize.
Old man: What did you utter just at this instant?
Ryan: What? Grandpa!

To be continued………

IV-Proposal

After a fortnight one evening……

The clouds stimulated threateningly and the blazing dusk appeared resembling a pool of blood. The heavens looked unfilled, not a sole bird was in the air. The howling sounds of wolfs, gradually decrease of humidity. It looked like something nasty had happened. Ryan entered the churchyard.

As he got himself inside, the shrieking of the lady entered his ears. Ryan determined to ensure who voice was that. He started walking in the direction in east. After walking a couple of yards he remembers the conversation which he had with yash in the morning.

Ryan: I’m going to visit it again.
Yash: you idiot don’t believe about that, just stop thinking about it. You’ll lose your life, if it’s a real ghoul.
Ryan: I don’t believe in ghost. And I understand you’re frightened to come up, don’t you?
Yash: I don’t give a damn to this obsession. If you want to breathe your last so early then I’m gonna prevent you…
Ryan: Look if you don’t feel like to coming then that’s all right, but stop prying in my business.
Yash: very well!
Ryan: Fine!

To be continued

III-Curiosity

The graybeard left before ryan could question him anymore. His head was filled with wads of unanswered questions.
“Who the heck was that guy? What he was babbling about? Why does he murder people who visit this place? It’s weird he didn’t even touch me? Why did he call me as man? Baaah! Now I can’t slumber until I know about him.”

Ryan reached his home; His father asked him “where you’ve been till now?” Ryan didn’t even bother to answer. However…. “I’ve been to yash’s place he need a book.” said Ryan, later He got into his room. His thought continued till the clock pointed 12. Before sleeping he made an ensconced decision to visit the graveyard again.

He determined to inspect that spot once again, but before that he ought to tell this mystifying anecdote to yash. The subsequent day Ryan called yash and told him about his proposal to trip the necropolis another time. Yash ingenuously declined his request and warned him not to go. Ryan said “when you don’t listen to me why must I bother to consider your warning?”

He didn’t say to anyone regarding the unpleasant incident apart from yash. “An encounter with a ghost.” Wow! He knew, if his parents learn about this, they’ll never tolerate him to visit a burial site. Apparently no parent wishes their child to visit a burial site. It’s not a sight-seeing place after all.

The subsequent day Ryan went to visit the burial ground. But there was no sign of him, nor did anybody was weeping. He sat there for more then an hour waiting for the old man to turn up, but none came. He persistently visited for next three days, but disappointingly that old man didn’t show him up……

To be continued

II-Encounter

The foyer of the other end was blocked. Someone had locked it from outside. Ryan approached the entrance. He thought to leap over it but the dirt will mess up his apparel. He stood there for couple of minute and unexpectedly the similar voice shrieked. The next instant Ryan jumped off the gateway. He didn’t even dare to turn back and look at the cemetery.

It took him 5miniutes to reach yash’s domicile. When he entered he saw his residence was jam-packed wit relatives. The house was filled like plethora of tree leaves and their voices chirping like birds. Ryan asked him to come out.

Ryan: Here take your book. By the way will you introduce your cousin?
Yash: Thanks, but why?
Ryan: I just want to kick his butt.
Yash: oh c’mon relax, Have a bit to munch.
Ryan: Nope dude I got to go.
Yash: You seem troubled, is everything alright?
Ryan: Yup, I’m fine.
Ryan: Well I’m leaving bye n goodnight.
Yash: Goodnight.

He left his residence and on foot. And at last he reached the same point. The two paths laid in front of him. It’s the unchanged situation from there yet again. Ryan felt like his belly is contracting out of trepidation. He recalls what he did, even if its phantasm he’s not going back on his word. He used the same tract used for the burials.

As he reached, the entrance of the necropolis was open. It seems someone was inside.
He continued walking inside the cemetery until he heard a voice.

“Lad what are you doing here again?”


Ryan stopped walking. He turned around, it was an old man. He was wearing a cowboy hat and a black coat, thick beard and a dark complexioned face. His features matched exactly with Morgan freeman. He asked in baritone voice of his.

“Why are you here again?”
Ryan: I’m just passing by, do you got any problem with that.
Old man: I thought you won’t be coming this way again.
Ryan: what made you to think?
Old man: You’ve already reached the other entryway of this burial site.
Ryan: So?
Old man: I thought you widdled in your trousers before. You scarpered when you heard her voice.
Ryan: Whos voice? And what the hell you’re talking about?
Old man: Ahaa! It’s a long story to tell you. In reality I’m a dead man.
Ryan: Hey mister! Are you insane?
Old man: ha-ha! I know you’ll never believe me. Actually I came here to eliminate you.
Ryan: So you’re a ghost and now I’m going to be killed. Isn’t it??
Old man: Apparently your right. But I’m not going to kill you.
Ryan: Why?
Old man: After a long time I found a true man.
Ryan: What do you mean?
Old man: You ask lot of questions, I feel like slaughtering you. But I won’t.
Ryan: Hey! What’s your problem?
Old man: Goodnight lad. You’ll find the answers as you leave this yard. Bye.


The old man left singing a

“ Yohohoho Yohohoho yohohoho yohohoho
binkusu na sake wo, todoki na yuku yo
umikaze kimakase namimakase
shio no mukou de, yuuhi mo sawagu
sora nya wa wo kaku, tori no uta
sayonara minato, tsumugi sato yo
DON to icchou Utao, funade no uta
Kingpa-ginpa mo shibuki ni kaete
Oretachya yuku zo, Umi no kagiri”

Ryan stood watching him as he vaporized in the shadow.

To be continued…..

CONTRIVE "I-Walk"

Time was around 6pm. The visibility of moon was unclouded, though the sunrays were lustrous. The benighted blue sky was taking vantage over the shaft of light; the clouds present in the middle were like spectators in the arena. It was like a battlefield. The sun seemed to retreat for now and fight back tomorrow.


Ryan was sitting on the terrace. It is a 8th wonders to view, that he was carrying his textbook along wit him. He was alone and it seems his is out of this world, thinking something which is always unusual. Slowly the time departed till it was 9.
Unknowingly his cell phone jumped out of his pocket. His thought got babbled because of its palpitation. Yash was calling him; it was strange for him to call after 8 as his parents are non indulgent.

Yash: Hey Ryan! I want u to get my textbook. It’s little urgent.
Ryan: What? Now you need that book. Can’t you come to my place?
Yash nope dude its urgent. My stupid cousin needs that book.
Ryan: Why don’t you show him your middle-finger.
Yash: I don’t have an audacity to show. No more questions just hurry up.

Ryan shoveled the front walkway. He arrived a point where the road bifurcated. Watching that separation he recollected the lines from the poem “The road not taken” by Robert Frost. Ultimately he made up his mind to use the path less taken. It was dark. Moonlight was the only tip. Though he was little frightened but for now it’s the question of his lordliness. He can’t go back on his decision.


The entrance of the graveyard was dark and was covered with bushes. Surprisingly a small dog was standing at the entrance. Its eyes were glowing like a sapphire. And it wasn’t moving from its position. That didn’t stop him to proceed. With great effort ryan moved into the graveyard. His legs were trembling, the sweat was coming like leaked water pipe, he was about to puke, but still he kept on moving.


After 10 minutes he heard a voice. It was like a woman was weeping obstreperously. It was totaling from the east direction of the graveyard. Ryan decided to sprint, but the next second he reckoned “No way, I can’t run like a coward I’m not fainthearted.” He went on walking, but this time he paced up.
The voice of that woman seemed to pursue him, till the end of the woods. When he looked at the corners he felt the trees going to transform into something ghastly.
Also the shrieking continued like an opera. He upheld his mind, and continued his journey till he got out of it.


To be continued.....

BLOGGING!

Blogging updates are sparse because of a few things happening in the background.
 

Imagination is book of universe which has created from atoms to aliens.Even the weight of our imagination is

heavier then a table,if we start collecting them it cant even fit in a hard drive in gb's....
 
                               One line of thought that I have is to make the blog more focused by writing in

specific areas rather than shoot my mouth off on every random happening. But that's just one line of thought.

There are other lines of thought in different directions - it could very well be a timing thing.
                
                                But I do want the blog to reflect my limited writing skills/abilities, rather

my random thoughts - so let me see what I can do about that. One thing is for sure, the blog will continue as

is, short and long pieces, stuff that inspires me, makes me think or just makes me go WTF. While putting

together this blogging update, this happened...