Thursday, January 27, 2011

When doctor met the patient..

"I am a walking contradiction. I am often complimented on my honesty, yet more often than not I am lying. I talk a lot, yet nothing is ever revealed. I mock people whose goals and ambitions aren’t clear while changing the topic when mine are questioned. I spend most of my time fantasizing about the life I missed out on and the opportunities I’ve lost, yet still refuse to accept who I am and the life that I lead. Truth be told, I have no idea who I am. If I were to meet myself in street one day, I wouldn’t even know. After introducing myself I’d walk away thinking, ‘that was one strange individual who is nothing like anyone I’ve ever met before.’ Worst part is, I’d finally be telling the truth."

And then he met his school time girlfriend now a doctor, someone's fiancee and far more beautiful than she was in the year 2002. They both met at a shopping mall and realized that it was not the right place to go in nostalgia. So they headed towards the sea, for the sea breeze would facilitate the contemplation they were about to endeavour in.

Then they both talked about the present. Of how his physique had grown as in his school days, he was all bones. Of how that nose ring she adorned looked great on her.

They talked about future. Of how she is going to London to her fiance after she gets married. Of how he would love to open his own hedge fund one day and be the master of his own soul and the captain of his own fate, above all not being bossed by anyone.

But above all they talked about the past. How they had met in a competition at a school where neither of the two studied. She was all nerves about her dance performance and he had calmed her down. She in return had gifted him a book which contained the short stories from Ruskin Bond. He still remembered the stamp of the bookstore which said English Book Depot, Ashley Hall. They had gone to one of the most beautiful places on earth together-Dhanaulti.They preferred not roam about the Mall Road because of fear of him being spotted by any of his teachers. They would instead head to the Landour Side.

Everytime he used to bunk his school, he would hitch-hike down the Rajpur Road and they would meet near the Parade Ground.They used to bet on even a trivial matter and they knew even anyone loses, it would lead to them meeting each other and the stake would be sponsoring Falooda at Kumar Sweet Shop near the Ghanta-ghar.

She used to send cards at every occasion, while the miser he was, he would just write mushy letters to her. They both knew that childhood love was no love, it was just some immatured, calf love where they would just boast about having grown up.

People want pretty much the same things: They want to be happy. Most young people seemto think that those things lay somewhere in the future, while older people believe they lay in the past.

It was evening and the sun was about to set down the sea. She attended a call from her about to be mother-in-law and lied to her that she was meeting a patient.LOL- A Patient! Then she rushed to her car after the hug he very well deserved. She started her car and turned on the radio where he heard the receding sound of:

"Joh naina karoon bandh bandh beh jaaye boond boond! Tadpaaye kyun, sunaye geet malhar de...!"

**This post is dedicated to all those people in whose hearts live the mountains of Mussoorie and the valley of Dehradun....Here's to my adolescence.
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Sanjeev Kumar Dangi said...

But how to you know who was the patient? Things may be other way round :P

AnuragLS said...

'Most young people seemto think that those things lay somewhere in the future, while older people believe they lay in the past.'

Beautiful yaar vikas !!

Vikas Chandra said...

@Dangi: Lol!! I am sure she was a doctor but who was the patient could be a doubt.

@Anurag: Thanks, now that the God himself has praised it. I need no more!

dream weaver said...

People live their life vicariously, or so it seems. Hard to tell which one is the true self - the one perceived by others or the one that you think you are

dipesh said...

ya to the wonderful time at muss & doon

Solitary Reaper said...

Lovely post VC !!

Anonymous said...

A Life as Fake as it could be,
An account of it, As True as it has ever been.
It's a beauty.
Vikas, U r a storyteller!
God Bless U !

Aquatic Static said...

Love this blog!

Vikas Chandra said...

@nihit: your thoughts went above my head.
@dipesh: u know it better..thanks for being an accomplice
@anonymous: who r u?
@aquatic static: thanks.

what's in a name said...

verrry niiice....

Tess said...

Beautifully written! And that line about happiness is really priceless :)

( stumbled on the blog by chance, shall be a regular now!)