Mrs Ranade sauntered into the clinic, it was a regular check up. The nurse greeted her with a wide smile of familiarity and told her to proceed up the long flight of stairs, the doctor, was waiting.
I wanted the duplicator, maybe I really needed it..
The duplicator was going to be the big thing, to propel me forward, the business idea I had been looking for.
It was a large machine, with hundreds of thousands of metal plates inside that created a sound which could only be called instant headache.
To cut a long story short, I gathered a bunch of these machines from the length and breadth of the country, mostly through means outside the purview of the law of the land. I assembled a team of skilled workers and scientists, whether they liked it or not, To run these machines, understand them and then build me the ultimate duplicator,
my gateway to success.
After much toil ,coercion and the passing what seemed like an eternity I was called to the workshop, the duplicator, they said, was ready.I arrived with much expectation and soon enough the machine was fired. The sound of a million call bells, a million steel dishes falling from a height , a million nails on a blackboard, a million gongs being rang, a million car horns, the irritating kind and then some more, in the most random order, the staccato sound of your head exploding , this was it.
I fumbled for the kill switch and pressed it, much to my relief but before I could even take a breath it started again, this time it rang with such severity that my soul was woken up and it knew…
this was the stupid 6:30 am alarm on my cellphone!
A bump in the road, woke me up
Just the right time.
I looked at the open, two lane, undivided highway
I looked at the speedometer, 90 kph, reasonably fast for Indian roads
I looked at the driver, he nodded.
He wasnt looking at me.
His eyes were half closed, he nodded again.
I said, nothing. I just watched.
He clumsily tried to adjust the neck rest, like a sleeping man would adjust his pillow
I watched, In rapt attention.
He leaned over and placed his elbow on the passenger seat and rested his head on his hand.
I waited for him to close his eyes and sleep.
I did not want to die. I dont want to die. But, this could be interesting.
90 kilometers per hour, he veered towards the other lane
Then back, again.
Anytime now, I thought.
“How long will it take, brother”
My colleague asked.
I looked at him, kill-joy, I muttered under my breath and went off to sleep.
Funny thing is..
He, Did not know.