Monday, February 15, 2010

So. (A short story)

"Last call for Prasanna.. who is Prasanna out here.?" The loud thud of the voice calmed down hundred whispers. For a moment, There were some faces which showed grief..there were some faces which showed anger... After that brief pause, the faces reconciled and started looking for that soul.
Now, that person in waist coat started yelling.. "Who the hell is Prasanna.? Should I arrange a Merc to bring him in front of me.?"
The faces in the crowd started looking more frantically at each other. No one knows who is Prasanna. But they waited to see him. Sometimes, a victory parade is nice to see even if the defeat is cast upon thy.
"Now.. I am calling off the selection.. The next selection list will be announced after lunch" the waistcoat rumbled a big announcement as the crowd begun to disperse with a ray of hope.

Prasanna was not far away from the place where the action took place. He was sitting in a city park a few yards away. The forenoon sun was frying the park benches. If you can count the dog that was pee-ing in the corner, and some butterflies.. there were hardly any living organisms that moved. The tree, devoid of air, were still like a scene in the canvas. Oh! Forgot.. Prasanna was also still in the park bench.

Suresh came running to Prasanna. "what the heck.. Seeing the sky.? star gazing.? You have lost an opportunity DP" he yelled.

"Ya. I missed it." Prasanna tried to avoid the conversation as he walked away.

"So. what are you going to say to her today.? That you were not able to earn a penny because you were looking for Orion constellation in broad daylight.?" asked Suresh.

"No.. Not Orion.. See here.. Newton circles"

"No wonder.. That you have not yet found a job.. Well, I am trying my luck in the afternoon.. May be I will get my turn in the afternoon and that time I will not be caught star gazing" Suresh left.

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The door opened after the third knock, the smell of urine of a new born child filled the air. A frail woman was lying in a corner. She was weak and hunger had made her weaker.

"Vinay, From when your mother is sleeping?" asked Prasanna.

The 7 year old Vinay showed a sand-clock.
The frail woman got up now, "Hey Prasanna.. when did you come.? sorry.. I dozed off a little.?"
"Just now.. And again with empty pocket" said Prasanna.
"It okay, I have mortgaged my bangles.." she said.
"No.. You know, I know nothing of construction.. How can I sustain if i take that job.?"
"Its okay DP.. wait for a astrophysics job.."
The yet-to-be named kid started to cry. Prasanna picked the sheet of paper which advertised for 'post third world war' building reconstructions. Half the city of bangalore had to be reconstructed.
"Ok. I am giving it a try tomorrow..Now let me read Feynman"