Summary

there is mist on the mirror,
i tried to wipe it,
i got mired into the reflection,
the city screams at me
there's someone knocking at the door,
there's a letter
should i open it?
Will it have the answers?
Or i will i get mired in the mysticity?

7 people and their mire.

Abhi | Trisha | Sandeep | REHAN | Vinny | Aakansha | Supriya

Rehan has begun this story, but it's not just about him. A young man of 25, armed with an experience of 3 years he is bit confused now. Lost somewhere down the memory lane, getting nostalgic he thinks of good old engineering days, He misses them all, his gang—Abhi, Trisha, Sandeep, Vinny, Aakansha and yeah best of them all his bosom pal Supriya.

Read Rehan's Story ...

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Rehan in Delhi

It’s Friday night, the unfettered city

Resounds with hedonistic glee.

He feels a cold cast of self pity

Envelop him, his family

Out here in cold November night in Delhi, Rehan is in bed, invoking the sleep to dawn on his eyes. Today has been a taxing day. A sudden call by boss and Rehan is ordered to accompany marketing guy to the capital. Why? Well they are here armed with all information to woo their prospective clients, trying to win a rat race called “Bidding”. Being pretty senior engineer and one equipped with technical acumen, Rehan is the one expected to come up with those technically convincing term while marketing guy would hold his own in distribution and supply chain. “Well pretty sound decisions my boss takes” Rehan faintly smiles while unsuccessfully counting few more lambs in a lush green field(an old ploy to seek much evaded sleep’s shelter, a game his dad invented to calm down Rehan when he was agitated kid bound with tremendous nervous energy).

November mornings in Delhi are pretty romantic. A morning walk through the garden and dew glistened leaves shimmering all around are there to be witnessed. Days come with a complete packet of slightly tickling wind and that sweet sunshine. As day settles down to dusk, slight chill sets in and rendezvous with goose bumps start as one starts the bike and hears the monstrous roar of the engine. Well Rehan loves these traits of Delhi and that makes him happy to give this city a fleeting embrace once in a while.

So what tomorrow has on its platter for me? Rehan thinks aloud. Couple of meetings with the client have to take place, where a metaphorical tug of war would be enacted, “impress the client with our technological capabilities and we would win it hands down” His boss said to soothe his nerves before he flew to Delhi. And yes he has to meet his cousin Shweta and of course Vinny .

Alarm rings and after struggling with couple of snoozes, Rehan wakes up in the morning. Nattily he gets dressed up for most important meeting of his life. He stares at the mirror which reflects his confidence honestly and candidly. When screaming car screeches to a halt at Cannaught place , he comes out of it and looks back at the marketing guy to gauge his confidence and all he can see a slight smirk playing on his face. Pretending oblivious to it he takes the lift and two gentlemen are on the forth floor in a jiffy.

As expected client turns out to be a tough hard taskmaster, Rehan could only think of his kirana wallah as some one more stingy looking for a return from every penny invested. Both gentlemen satisfied with their effort come out with optimism written large over their faces. His mobile plays that trademark ringtone of his and suddenly and he is blessed with few choicest abuses from the other side . Hmm who else Vinny of course. And flooded with college memories Reh is off to meet his college chum Vinny.

1 comment:

Mandira said...

so i came and i saw...and i still cant figure how i fit in...