I am falling rapidly, very fast, but I am feeling unusual, different, I am feeling like I am flying in the sky, the clouds are coming near to me, I can touch then, I can feel them, only to know that I love them, I love them all. This is it, this is the end I knew, of me, of the adventure, of everything I have ever wished for, I am seeing my mom, my dad and my beautiful wife, they are with me, asking me to come back to me, but then suddenly they vanished in the thin air, and off the world went black, totally black. I am no more!
2 days back, Vasco, Goa:
“Hey wow yaar! The view is incredible, for the first time I have seen the ships. Wow!” I said to him, my brother. We were watching the ships which are standing at the port and the cargo is getting unloaded by huge machines and cranes. We watched them for few minutes. I saw the end of the road. It was going 45 degrees up, and ending into a gate which leads to the naval offices. I asked him, “Let’s try that road till the gates.” “No bhaiya, it is too dangerous, see the incline, we cannot turn our bikes”, mainly he was the daring type but he rejected, but I want to try the road. I insisted, “Hey come on yaar, what’s with the 50m, we have travelled far dangerous roads over our 140 km drive from Belgaum to here, what’s this, nothing in front of them.” But yes that road was dangerous, since it’s not only 45 degree inclined, but a steep one, and one side it was served by the rocks and coming waves of the sea, which is striking the base, which is about 2 storey’s depth. If you missed, you’ll directly fall onto the rocks from that height and I was sure that it can cause immediate death. But on my persisting, he drove till the top point. Then he turned the bike, and finally asked me, “READY, for adventure!” I felt scared, but I said YES! And off he started the bike back on the descent, but just the half way he loses control and the bike skidded towards the depth. I jump off the seat which unbalanced the bike, and he fell into the depth with such a speed that instantly I saw his body lumped down on the rocks below and which soon covered with red blood. I just stand there, no words coming out of my mouth, I was struck with guilt, and then I just remember seeing someone carrying the body on the stretcher inside what everybody call a hospital, and then I didn’t felt anything else except guilt.
Today, Verem, Goa:
I know I have to go back, I can’t wait here for my brother’s body, no, I can’t, I have to go back to my college. I left my mourning parents at the home, and started off with my bike, and I didn’t listen their shouting. I was just feeling so guilt that it overcomes every emotion. I covered around 70 km off the curly ghat roads, and was just driving my bike and I was not feeling anything. The road was covered from one side by mountains and from the other by forested valleys, but I was not enjoying the scenery. The roads are wet due to a recent rain, and I crossed Amboli waterfall and came on the plain road. I stopped at the crossroads at Amboli village to eat something. But after eating, suddenly I felt a sudden urge to meet my brother, who was died 2 days ago. I talked to him, “Brother, I am coming, to you”, I reversed my bike and started off very fast, I was driving at the speed of more than 70km per hour, just few more minutes, I know that after few meters the road take a sharp turn to left and in front only deep down valleys were visible, and I was in no intention to take any turns, and I hit the railing at the full speed, and I went down with my bike in the valley, which was so deep that while falling I was sure that nobody going to find my dead body.
“STOP STOP STOP! What is this, disgusting”, Prakash, the famous director told me, “Is this a story, for a movie, disgusting.” “But sir this is the best story I have written”, I implied. “I know Varun, many big shots of Bollywood call you a crazy guy, but I believed in your talent always, but this, we can’t do this story, you know, and, and where’s the heroine, no Heroine!, viewers will not love it”, and he discarded my story. “But sir, this story will make you famous”, but he was in no mood to listen. I was furious and tired, so I planned to take a break from my schedule and I went to my brother’s place.
“Varun Bhaiya, chale”, he said to me, and we started from Belgaum for our home, Verem on bike. And I knew in my heart that this journey is going to be the greatest journey of my life, and full of adventure. I am the greatest writer, and I will prove it.
GRuchirG.
