It is so hot dis morning. His eyes r still wobbly due to lack of sleep the previous night. Tracking down his swimming trunk from a heap of clothes , he sets out of his room . Meanwhile he goes to a nearby chai wallah , takes a cigarette and lights it. His mind has still not recovered from the after effects of previous night's conversation with his girlfriend who wants a breakup as he is no longer devoting enough TIME to their r'ship..
He takes a puff and settles down on a bench. With each puff he thinks of all the times he had spent with HER. But now when there is no room for complaints neither any reason as she hadnt given him a single one, there was no point in thinking 'bout it.
He remembers dat once while surfing channels he had heard a godman saying "when u detach ur mind from all worldly affairs u no longer feel d strings of attachment linger over you, when u are not remorseful ever , you attain nirvana". With the last puff he forbids his mind and leaves the stall.
As he reaches the swimming pool he sees a difference.The pool was so calm and undisturbed as if it was sleeping , mocking his eyes . Suddenly a thought strikes his mind and instills a great relief in him. Today was Sunday and he could fulfill what he was set out for.Last night he had google searched 58 new ways to suicide . The only option viable for him was either to take sleeping pills lyk he had seen in a recent movie or to set himself free in a swimming pool. The latter suited today's atmos.
He lit another cigarette and sat on d pool's fence . He was happy dat all his moral obligations and duties had come to an end in the last few weeks. He had isolated himself from all his friends and last nyt was the best of all. In this process of isolation he had forgot that the most vital one which ran almost simultaneously wid this process was his isolation with his dreams .Thinking of that Godman he thought of himself as his perfect disciple rather disciple of his ideals.
He, accumulating all his strength and prowess , went over the highest jumping platform and leaped into the most deep part of the pool. Relaxing his senses, his arms, his legs, he set out to touch the bed of the pool or on a death race as they called it.
suddenly a thought , a thought of wisdom , overpowered him . The speed with which he was going down hinted him of his downfall "slow but steady". By now he was already at the bottom and his ears were ready to burst out of immense pressure. He was struggling as if the water was strangling him. He realizes dat all of dis was a conspiracy, a plan to destroy him. And the conspirator was none other than himself. Acknowledging his loss of breath , he struggles up to the water top and inhales a lung-full of air.
Coming out of the pool he lights a cigarette and with each puff he takes all of his flaws , his mediocrity in everything and the scope to excel spreads in him. He takes a shower , towels himself puts on his track pants and returns to his room thinking about his escape from death.What was d reason ? His cowardliness or the deciphering of that godman's message?
Webbed in these thoughts he switches on his cell , calls his girlfriend who picks up after two rings."Hey sweetheart ! where were you. I was so worried . I saw a furious dream dat you had drowned in a swimming pool. Are you okay?? I love you baby and am so sorry for last night." says his girlfriend without taking a breath. All he could do was to take a puff and release it with tears trickling down his cheeks wetting the cigarette.
