The Geek & The Ghost -18

This story is based on some true events, however it has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

(rejection)

“Good Morning Sir calling From Spark technologies DJ here……..later sir? sure i will call later”

(regional racism)

“DJ can you get this call.Its one of ur ppl”

(airhead colleagues)

“DJ I haven't got ur mail …

but i have sent it ..

   Are u implying  that i am liar??”

(bad joking obnoxious boss)

“Sir,ur coffee

keep the change  heheheh i am just kidding..

he …he……he  (fake laughter)

eh.. DJ can u get the biscuits too?” 

(cost cutting )

“wat?? no bonus this festival???” 

(sour grapevine)

“did u hear? they broke up. no no that was last week now they are living together

(recession )

“did u hear ?? 2 of the big 3 are downsizing

that's bad , wat abt 3rd one?

worse – bankruptcy”

……………………………………………………

12.30 am   

“ eeegggggggghuuuuuuuffffffffeeennnnnnnnmmmmmmmm”
DJ was  stretching his arms as far as possible,slowly rotated his sprained neck, trying to relax himself..still 8 pages to go in the report. He couldn’t  look at the screen anymore. He got up and started to walk around the hall.

DJ  was tired. His  job wasn't that good , company was in a bad shape, economy was @ its worse. He stood before the mirror asked himself  

“mirror mirror on the wall, is there any point in,me living at all?”
DG calling………
“emm..uff not now…to pick up or not to pick up that's the question”
finally he picked up..
DJ:hmm
DG:wat u doing?
It would take atleast 20 mins to explain his nature of work ..so
DJ:nothing much..wassup?
DG:ok ..listen..
DJ: tell me
DG:shhh ..silence

DJ was doing muted actions like “wat in the world?”

“Ajeeb daastaan hai yeh
Kahaan shuruu kahaan khatam”

DJ “is she singing??” (still in mute)

Yeh manzilein hai kaun sii
Na woh samajh sake na hum”

hmm ..this isn't that bad

“Yeh roshni ke saath kyun
Dhuaan udha chiraag pe”

interesting.. i don't understand a word but still kind of like it…

“Yeh khwaab dekhthi hun main
Ke jab paddi hun khwaab see”

DJ started to toss & turn slowly as in a ballroom dance….

Mubaarakein thumhein ke tum
Kisi ke noor ho gaye
Kisii ke jithne paas ho
Ke sab se door ho gaye

took the cushion from the chair and holding it DJ was spinning in the hall

Kisii ka pyar leke tum
Naya jahaan basaaoge
Yeh shyaam jab hi aayenge
Tum hum ko yaad aaoge

and then he hit the wall and his toe nail got cracked ….DJ was screaming of pain in mute mood (when u open ur mouth wide enough to scream,only without the sound). And there he was with the cushion stuffed  in his mouth so she wont hear his scream,  holding his toe in his hands,hoping in one leg like a xtreme sports BMX bike,with the mobile tucked between his ear & neck.

“Ajeeb daastaan hai yeh
Kahaan shuruu kahaan khatam”

(slow and fade out)

DG: i am singing good kno?
DJ: hmm mm  (he was groaning under his breadth)
DG: wat …u didn't like it?
DJ: no..i mean yes..i am just speechless (oh god..mother…its paining)
DG:hehehee..u knw wat i shud have become a singer
DJ: yep u shud have ,u could have become like Lata mangeshkar (sorry Lataji)
DG: hehehehe yeah man…heheheheh
DJ: he..hehe..he (nervous laughter +pain)
DG: chal,i am off to sleep,u r not sleeping??
DJ: in some time.
DG:ba bye
DJ:bye
………………

DJ was feeling lil better, with his toe covered with cotton,dettol and bandage. He looked in the mirror  and asked the same question

“mirror mirror on the wall, is there any point in,me living at all?”

and this time the mirror replied

“well u have somebody to sing to you @ midnight..that's not bad..not bad at all”

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In The System
OD2  was floating in one of the cosmic clouds through Alpha Centauri (since its the closest star to the solar system, TV reception is quite good)
OD1 came searching for him and saw that he was watching something colourless (B/W) imagery in the television things to which the mortals are addicted to..
OD1 : “..will u ever turn this thing off??”
OD2 : “hi.wat u doin here”?
OD1 : was looking for you..thought we will go the Meda  (Andromeda)
OD2: gimme some time ..i wanna watch this…
OD1 :uff… ok
Even OD1 was curious as to know what is this television thing is all about..but he appeared disinterested as usual…then he something caught his attention.
OD1: who.. IS…that?
OD2: hmm lemme chk…(took his pad flipped some pages…) Ha…gotcha…subject is identified as one Mahjabeen Bano a.k.a Meena Kumari
OD1:hmm
…..
OD1: D2….
OD2: ok ok …relax i will turn it off
OD1 : no..(after a lil hesitation)  increase the volume ….
OD2 gave him  a surprised look.. didn't say anything and increased the volume…
OD2: “popcorn??”
OD1: “ssh listen”
OD1 gingerly formed a recliner in clouds and relaxed beside OD2 and they sailed towards the Meda…leaving a trail of Lataji’s voice in the cosmic highway…..
“Ajeeb daastaan hai yeh …….
……… Kahaan shuruu kahaan khatam”

To be Continued……………………