Friday, November 23, 2007

CHAPTER THREE- SCIENCE AND FICTION.

Science was what I was made of. Even though my parents gave me birth, it was science that was behind it all. From every cell to, every drop of blood, science was God and nothing could ever replace it. It is what I believe, that there exists no God but a mysterious layer of science deep hidden somewhere in this very existence of mankind. Every one of you might be thinking that who am I to say this, just another science freak as what my colleagues called me or just another scientist who left everything behind just for his passion, his devotion towards his ambition. Yes, I am both of them, a freak scientist named Krishna Verma. Since age 14, I started researching over my ultimate dream, the process of fast recreation from serums extracted from human stem cells. The regeneration of body parts within minutes based upon the person’s physical structure and the details collected from his/her chromosomal structure, with the help of these stem cell serums…Yes I know you people think I am mad, but I am not mad, today celebrating my 34th birthday along with test tubes and biological samples, I know I have almost reached my goal. Twenty years of hard work and passion were going to bear fruit soon and after that this world would no longer call me mad…not even my parents…
It has been 4 years since I saw them. Last time I saw them, when I came out of my lab, when my mother had been admitted to the hospital. They were happy for the fact that they saw me after this long span of time but, sad too for I never became a son that they wished to be. I was so engrossed in my research, that I left them long back twenty years ago. They were unhappy, but it was never their fault that they were my parents; it was my fault that I was their son. My Senior Research Supervisor professor Gaurav Bakshi had backed me since I was 20, for 14 years he stood by my side, even though people called him Mr. Mole, no matter for what reason. He was the only and the most supporting pillar of my research and soon I was going to complete my research and present it before the world that called me crazy….HAAA…Haaaaa…HEEEEEEEEEEEE.
What irritated me since the last two years was that, after all these eighteen years of hardship and turmoil, it took me a whole two years to stabilise the final structure of the last chromosome. Different patterns, different stabilisers, most modern graphic inclusions did never help in this case. And then finally from thin air itself I got the structure designed while I was bathing and they say scientists should not bathe because it might remove the urge from their current frame of mind to develop anything…What pathetic rubbish and to hell with the person who coined it!!!
The yellow coloured glowing demonstration samples kept in the cooling chamber were looking beautiful. And three days later she was going to be showcased in front of this world, which would no more remain handicapped once she was spread among the people. And in between all this excitement, I was thinking of an appropriate name for her, when Prof. Bakshi came into the lab. He asked for the patent sheets for my work as he wanted to do a final check on it and told me to sleep as the next three days were going to be hectic. We celebrated my birthday as well as the success of the research on some vodka and some salty cracker nuts and then I went off to sleep, handing over all the patent papers to Bakshi to recheck. While sleeping I dreamt of me standing in front of the delegation of the WSST(World Society of Science and Technology) and presenting to them my work and then suddenly all the people in the world suffering from different kinds of handicap problems were being healed and their loved ones hugging each other and crying…happily…It was very wonderful and among the crowd I could see my parents calling me and leaving everything aside I ran towards them and my Dad hugged me and my Mom pecked me on my cheeks and tears rolling from their as well as my cheeks…….not only because I was successful in my research but also due to the bigger fact that they got their son back and I got my parents….It was the best dream I ever saw in years or should I say in my whole life and soon it would no longer remain as a dream but a reality etched upon my heart…I love my family and for the first time in my life in twenty years I said God protect them because I only have them and they only me, so dear Lord please take care of my family and Good Night…Sweet Dreams…
Next day I got up late, it was too much vodka yesterday night and due to that I got up at ten in the morning compared to the four I got up, whenever I slept in my whole life. I had to go along with Bakshi to a meeting regarding the presentation of the research material. The meeting was scheduled for 2 p.m. and I had to travel all the way from the inner parts of Worli to the Science Commission Centre in Futuralis Dome at Bandra. I just don’t know how to get there and I had no worries about it, as I had Prof. Bakshi with me, so I just had to wash myself up and then have some food, no matter what it was and then report to Prof. Bakshi. So after all these stuffs I went to Bakshis’ chamber to get back the rectified research papers, but there was something wrong…Bakshis’ chamber was locked, the Digi-bar confirmed his departure time as 9.00am. In the morning. That was weird, he never would leave anywhere without telling me about where he would go, but today it was all wrong and also today he had to submit me the rectified research papers…It was all wrong and that too it happened at the very wrong time. I checked with the lab guards and they told me that Bakshi had just gone for a routine check-up with the transport officials and that he had asked them to tell me that I rest for some time, so that I get mentally prepared for the meeting. For a second I felt that I had lost everything and that everything was deceiving me, however after hearing what the guard said, I felt quite fine. When I told him that I didn’t want to rest, they told me that Bakshi had a talk with the delegation via phone and they seemed very much tough, hence Bakshi had asked me to rest so that I don’t get tensed up during the meeting. I came inside my chamber and opened my personal cooling chamber and took the Sample vial from the special unit cell and gazed upon it and then kept it inside still mesmerized with its yellow coloured beauty. I sat on the chair near my desk and then started surfing the internet and the guards came in and brought me some coffee and then switched on the air-con. And I sat there surfing the internet and also looking at the clock-pad on the wall, drinking coffee and then just for a while leaned back on the chair, slightly my mind dozing off into some kind of trance. The visuals surrounding me, the smell of the coffee, the chill in the air and my mind full of excitement, it all got mixed up to develop a real good mesmerizing effect on my mind…I began to dream once again….
This time it was slow, I saw myself surrounded in dense fog and some shadows approaching me. I could not see their faces and the next thing I saw was that they were heading towards a place that looked somewhat like the personal sample cooling chamber of my laboratory. I started walking towards them but I was moving at a very slow speed towards them, I was technically moving, yet I was still there rock still, I started pushing myself ahead and started shouting at them but I myself could not hear my sound. And to my horrors, they took the serum sample from the cell container and placed it on a portable coolant case and walked off, grinning at me and I…stood there helpless and then BANG!!! I could feel a bullet piercing every inch of my brain, tearing skin, bone and flesh and with the time standing still, I fell down all covered in my own blood……I….was still breathing but….once again….helpless…motionless and now all down….technically dead…but still awake….AWAKE….A-WAKE…A----WAKE…WAKE--UP…WAKE-UP…WAKE UP, WAKE UP VERMA….came the sound and I woke up but something was not right in this world too. I woke up in the electrolysis chamber…I was not supposed to be here, yet I was here…The sound from the speakers were familiar…It was Bakshi…
“Hi, there Verma, slept too much boy…we had to go for the meeting and you are sleeping…utter crap….or should I say utter foolishness boy…” I looked at my watch to find that it was 4.00p.m. in the afternoon, How the hell did it happen, this was all wrong….I slapped myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming then Bakshi spoke, “Hey Verma, you are not dreaming, you indeed are awake, but you know Verma, things never seem the way they look actually. You put on twenty years of your life on the serum research and me; I never put in even twenty days!!! Still today I own the research credits and you get yourself stuck like a moron in some chamber…weird life man”. “What the hell are u speaking Bakshi and why the hell am I here, open the door, I need to get out…Open up somebody, Open the fucking door…Open it up…” I shouted. On this Bakshi shouted, “Shut up Verma!!! You are here because it is me who works behind everything…What u thought, I would put a whiz kid like u for research without a cause…without a profit!!! You were just a host for me…or you can say something like a puppet…all work and no play or should I say better, All Fool and no sense at all. So here I put on a deal…either you can rot your filthy life as a dead experimental sample in some medical college or else we can join hands for a much better monetary benefit, we have got bidders from all over the world for these samples, so we just need to play cool so decide…And before you speak, have this too, the research is all set to be patented by WSST in my name and I have to specify the name of an assistant, so I can suggest your name and for starters I can give you a cool sum of 100 billion bucks, How is that now…” I saw in his eyes the greed I was not able to see twenty years back…It was Gods’ punishment to me, I had put my parents away, their love, everything for my own selfish prosperity and today that very same selfishness was standing in front of me, holding a knife on which stood my entire fate….There was no looking back…From the glass walls I could see the guards looking at me like wolves ready to tear me apart, their guns all unlocked and loaded, ready to spit out their metal slugs…I had to decide after all I had to make sure that no other child in this world will ever face such a situation…I had to make it sure…If it had to end then it had to end perfectly and if darkness has to go completely, then you must be a part of it to destroy it completely, so that next time there should not be a next time…And with a tear from my eye dropping on the floor I said, “You win, after all its money you want, they want and technically speaking me too…so I am in….”
I walked along with Bakshi to his personal chamber, guards following us everywhere and even he had some of them positioned in his chamber. We sat near the main table and he told me that how he had planned this many years back and that yesterday night and even today both my vodka and coffee were spiked so that he would get enough time to fondle with the research material without my presence. He asked me to wait until tomorrow afternoon at 3.00p.m., when he was scheduled to go to Berlin for presenting the research materials to the main delegation at the WSST HQ. He had booked a ticket for me too, in order to accompany him and asked me to pack the research materials and the vials into the special casing coolant boxes. He left the building by eight in the evening and I…well sat there in the room where the packing was meant to be done, The guards gave me the new access codes to the coolant chamber and even gave me the packing boxes and left me alone there, but still spying with the cameras installed on the ceiling corners just like a vulture preying on its victim…I thought indeed Bakshi was right, I was the most foolish smart fellow ever born anywhere, actually because I never thought about anything other than my research stuff and today I was all alone sitting in a room ready to face my hard work of twenty years to be snatched away from me by a class one cheat and in the end being smacked upon my face the label of being the most foolish person on earth…Haaa…Heee. But now I was going to do the biggest of all my foolish antics, probably I was going to redefine foolishness. I thought of what would be the best possible way to end this all and then my foolish mind came upon this foolishness in one sense, yet brilliant idea. I looked up towards God and prayed to him that, “Whatever I did was all wrong, I went onto create life without realising it’s true meaning and what I got was a lesson for everyone that; they must understand life before trying to emulate life itself” and by praying this to God, I thought of my parents for one last time and wished that I should have never been born to them and that whatever I did wrong to them, Lord please forgive me and I closed my eyes…I went and sealed the chamber door and then unplugged the gas pipe meant for the sample heaters from its plugging hole and then opened the cooling chamber and took out the case and opened it and placed each of the ten vials on the desk. I spread the research papers on the table and poured on them, the vodka from Bakshis’ shelf. I took the lighter from his desk and also his golf club that he had left here to play when he ever got bored and technically speaking today I was going to play it, possibly was going to strike a hole in one shot and then……….
I struck them off…I smashed all the vials and the remaining samples with the golf club and moved like a frenzy beast through the room covered by the sample remains that got splashed over me when I broke off the vials, I went on smashing everything I saw, glass, wood, metal and then…I saw the guards approaching the chamber, they tried to open the door but in vain, then they blast it open with the high frequency breach bombs that they carried with them always in their pouches whenever they felt the need for emergency and now it was CODE RED….BLOODY RED and now they rammed towards me in full force all set to put me down, but me too was all set…The gas still on and the lighter in my hand and the last dialogue on my tongue, “SEE YA IN HELL”…I lit it, it got reacted with the gas and the reaction came in fast, real fast……
BOOM!!!
Everything from bone and flesh to glass and metal, everything ripped off and there were all fireworks everywhere….and I fell like a stone almost eighty feet down onto the ground half-burnt and all smeared with the sample solutions…my vision started to blur in front of me, I could hear sirens and wailing people but no idea where I was, whether I was alive or not, I started rolling back and had no clue where I was heading to and then just like something washed of the gutters, I got washed off into the drains and then my brain dimmed off….
I don’t remember when I got up but I knew where I was, I was still in the drainage waters floating on some branches and plastic waste, all heading to the recycling plant in full force. For a second I thought this was hell and I was going to face the Devil soon for all my antics, but then I saw the city lights and heard the recycling plant siren and also realised that I was able to move my hand and also my legs, I wasn’t feeling that cold even though it was the rainy season and I tried to wade myself off to the mud patch near the banks of the drainage waters. I tried my best but still I couldn’t get there and then I started shouting for help and I saw somebody standing near the banks of the water and that guy pulled me up by throwing in some rag clothes and pulled me over to the land. And before he could ask me that, whether I was fine or not, he ran away on seeing my face and kept on yelling, “Bhoot…Bhoot”. I just could not make it out why he said so and before I could think more it started raining and I was almost naked with some pieces of cloth stuck on my skin and burnt flesh due to the heat and solution sample, I tried to remove it, but it was way too painful and I was almost dead tired, my entire body was aching and despite it raining heavily. I felt quite hot and pathetic of all, I could feel my skin getting peeled off itself and it all started to feel rough and I smelled weird…With nowhere to take some shelter from the rain, I took a plastic tarpaulins sheet from the garbage dump and wrapped my body in it. I still felt too hot and was literally sweating even though I was sitting beneath the roof of the backyard of a building or something. I then decided to wrap it over my waist, so that I could hide my nudity off and sitting there I observed that the skin on my legs were partially burnt with some cloth and plastic traces on them. And when I looked upon my hands, I saw that they were all dark green in colour with small speckles emerging over them and those speckles they were very hot, something kind of hot steam coming through them. I didn’t know what was happening with me or what was I getting converted into but I was damn sure that this was something too weird and gave me my answer to why that beggar ran off on seeing my face. I searched the alley for something reflective enough, so that I could see my face on it, but I never got anything and in my utter despair, suddenly I fell and in the water puddle I saw my face….Oh my God, Shit…Oh God…I was not even close to what I used to look like….that beggar was true…I was some kind of ghost…a living ghost…or else how could I survive that blast in the science lab…this was something else…, “My face….Oh my Lord…Why…why me…Why lord…why….Oh God you could have killed me..why dear Lord…why…” and I sat there crying, in the rain…the city night life swallowed my cries, all wet and desperate I cried and I felt even God didn’t care about it and I couldn’t do anything but just cry and between this commotion of mine, I heard someone else cry…Suddenly a mugger pulled by the alley where I was and he held a knife in one hand of his and the other hand he was dragging a girl, probably in her early teens inside the alley. He tried to pull off her clothes and in vain tried to tear them off with his knife, like a beast prowling on the innocent…I asked him to stop it and in return he asked me to shut up or else he would cut my tongue off…I still moved towards him and tried to push him by his leg, but he much more stronger than me kicked me on my face…and in a fit of rage I yelled, “You got a mother at home, then if you are that hungry, go fuck her, asshole”, on which he slapped that girl and came at me brandishing his knife and swished it at me and in self-defence I tried to stop him by my hand and the next thing I felt was that something trying to push through the speckles on my hand and suddenly with a blast and some real, heavy green light, he got slammed off to the electric pole on the other side of the road…How did I do that…even I didn’t know how it happened, I could feel immense heat erupting from those speckles and I felt it coming out of my entire torso and head. That mugger took for his heels and I saw that girl running off from the alley and just by the bend of the road, she looked back at me….Even in this immense pain I could see her lovely face looking at me, probably saying thank you and I felt in my mind, a sound, a different, yet sweet and feminine sound saying ‘thank you’ And She ran off and I sat there yelling in pain, unable to get up, confused and then with a big bang, I felt immense heat erupt from my body with a flash of green light and everything surrounding me in the alley got all fired up and I realised I am able to stand up…

I stood up and in the light of the street lamp, I looked at myself, I was all different, physically weak but all green with speckles over my hand and face spread in an uniform fashion…What was I…How did this happen…Why the hell did it happen to me…Out of which technically speaking, I had the answer to only one question-Why; to some extent…And the answer…the answer was somewhere hidden in the mugging attempt incident that went all bad for the mugger and real lucky for that girl, some moments ago…I felt much more better than what I felt earlier tonight…And for the first time in the whole day…I smiled…technically speaking I grinned because, even though I was no more Krishna Verma, I was turning out to be something better, something bit weird, yet something much, much more powerful…The night began with a new cause and every cause should have a reason to it and also attached to that reason must be a solution…I had the perfect reason-Bakshi and I, myself, was probably only half the solution and the other half I knew……I would find it in this city itself…A City Unknown…Dark…hiding the solution in the hollow depths of its…… Shadows’….HAAAAA…….Probably, Science was all turning itself into some other form….Realistic as Usual….Yet Fictional……………Haaaaaaaa……

Thursday, November 15, 2007

CHAPTER TWO - A NEW IDENTITY.

I lay on bed for one whole week. Pandit was no happy man now. My part in his new project was behind by almost a week and it could mean that my position at Octoden was going to be shaky. However, whatever he was, Pandit had a good heart and I realised that, when he told me that neither he would cut my salary for that one week holiday but also he would request our clients to give us some more time. Even Sarjeet helped me a lot; he used to bring his servant Oded to clean my house, while Anne would spend all day long besides me mending my wounds. Even my family came over and asked me to come over with them, but I knew that if I went along with them that would mean a full stop to my new plan. My parents really liked Anne, even though they knew what she was. Even my cousin brother, an animator came over to see me, so that he could show off his generous nature in front of everyone. My parents were on no talking terms with my uncle since the last 4 years…Ah…that’s some real long, boring story. The salary of 100000 bucks that I got for my job, I used to sent 20000 of it home, because whatever it was I always love my parents and no power in this world could question me on it, even though I was living separately. My house rent of 12000 bucks was good and then there were these insurance monthly premiums as well as some investments which when mature would fetch me a good some in the future, which all would total upto somewhere around 20000 bucks. With all that over life was good with 48000 to some extent. It was 2050 damn, and level of expense had increased tenfold with the ever increasing trends of basic life itself. My hospital bills had piled up and Anne helped me a lot. My father did repay it back to her, as he was angry of the fact that I was living the life of a fool, that to a fool in a complete mess…that too of all sorts. And this mess was all due to the courtesy of one bloody, gay, rich, influential man. I was ashamed of myself, probably I should never have taken that step, I saw the pain in my parents’ eyes and I saw how Anne had to toil over a big mess like me. I felt sorry for them but more than that, I felt sorry for Shah. It was time people like him knew, what it was to mock someone’s emotions, it was time Mumbai got a makeover, it was time……
I took me almost one week to get back on my feet. I joined work from the very next day and started working on my very new job too. After work at Pandits’ that day I came to Sarjeets’ shop and asked him to work over my brand new uniform. He was not sure about it in the first place, but then after hearing my intentions he started work over it, but still somewhere in his heart there was a small patch that made him feel that i was just wrong, completely wrong. And then it was time for Oded to play game. He would give me martial arts lessons for the next one whole month on every weekends, rough workouts everyday and Sarjeet…boy…boy he did a hell of a job and my new attire was black, shining and ready to wear upon. Oded taught me the basic moves, he was silent, calm and steady and beyond all way too rough when he would hit me right on my ribs!!! Everything was going on in place; my new body tone was being liked by the ladies at my workplace. This working too well, even Anne felt that I was looking quite sexy, nowadays. So she suggested me that I get some of those bashings from Inder all the time, because it indeed brought a new wave of energy in me…I was no more Mr. Nobody and ‘Shadow Nova’ was finally taking shape….It was time I hit the streets…
I felt afraid of the well quite fact that how the hell would people react after looking at me or will this be the biggest blunder of my life…But my mind had decided upon it and I was ready to roll. The best way to approach was through the alley way; however some people noticed me and they became suspicious and started mumbling about me. I decided to pace up, the tight suit was taking a toll on my balls, but that was fine I had enough padding to make it feel fine and made my way to the rail pod. The darkness of the unprepared section of the station helped me a lot to hide and when I saw that the area was clear, I ran towards the pod and jumped over it, carefully not touching the electric lines above me. Then with the train, I zoomed ahead, bystanders looking at me with awe, that what was I, was I some kind of beast or bird, or was I something else.
Inder was at his club, playing well…dirty games. I hid behind the billboard facing the alley behind his club, where his car was parked. There was just his driver there, probably armed, but it didn’t matter for me, I was prepared for the worst. It was raining and the music from the club put me on a very freakish trance… perfect for a superhero to make an entry. I approached the driver cautiously and tapped the boot area of the car to distract him or moreover lure him towards my trap. It was perfect…he approached the back of the car and got whacked of by me, something that Oded taught me, a move called, ‘The Neck Chop’. He lay flat there and I dumped him into the garbage dumpster and stood there for my prey. As soon as Inder approached there he was bit confused to see his chauffer not in the car and that the music still being played on the stereo in his car. He never expected what would come next… The moon hid behind the clouds and I grinned. I jumped off from the top of the billboard wall and over to the grilling bar on the first floor window. He still didn’t notice me and then like a beast from the darkness, I pounced upon him and the rest…well there was nothing left to explain… He cried and I gave him pain and I kicked him off onto the street. The electrifying music sound from the club and the rain both ate his crying wails and I kept on bumping him off to the next alley, a much darker alley and I loved it… He was pleading for mercy but I actually left it back home… He couldn’t believe his eyes and before I could slash his throat off he asked me, ‘What are you?’ and I said well in Hindi, ‘Tera Baap!!!’ And tore his face off. Bleeding, broken, almost dead he crawled towards the alleyway wall and looked towards the beggars standing there; I recognised them as the same beggars whom Inder had got bashed by his club bouncers, just for the sake that they were standing in front of his club a few days back, hoping that someone would lend them some alms or that they might get some left over food from the club. Inder was begging them to help him…pity his state was so bad that today he had to beg for help at those same beggars and all the money and credit chips in his wallet just was of no use…I looked into their eyes and I saw that they were happy…happy for the fact that he got what he deserved…I had him in pieces, still I didn’t feel like killing him, probably because of the teachings and values taught into me by my parents, I felt that I should not take that step… He was already way down and I left him there itself, covered in blood and muck and the rain water to flow it off to the drain. I took the money from his wallet and gave it to those beggars, not thinking about charity or something just because I knew how hard it was to earn money in a city like Mumbai and that if you are a loser then it was way tougher. On the way I did something more mischievous, I burned down Inders’ car and the explosion shattered of the fibre works of his club exterior. It was fun; I felt much more satisfied, like as though I did something that I should have done a long way back…I felt that there was some kind of power in me, some power really… That I didn’t have any kind of feelings for Inder and looking up in the sky, I asked God that what I did; was it right or wrong…I got no answer but probably I think God had an answer in store for me Somewhere…Sometime…in Some or the other form…
Walking back home, drenched in the rain, I saw people emerging from the alley ways looking at me…because I was something that they never ever saw…something fearful yet friendly maybe…I climbed over the back side ladder of an old building and climbed upwards towards the terrace because I didn’t want anymore people looking at me, it could cause too much problems and moreover the black tight suit with a large yellow Christian cross over it was way too intimidating. Sitting on the rooftop of the rail pod back home, I discovered that there was some skin from Inders’ body in the extended nails of my black suit. Seeing this I made myself clear that, indeed I was vicious tonight. Jumping of the pod at the Andheri station I started walking towards the wall besides the track because for me getting out from the main exit gate was way too impossible as there were circuit cameras’ installed there and I would easily be caught even in the midst of prime darkness as they had night vision enabled on them. The wall adjoining the station was uneven as there was the main pipeline going underneath it and the wall was built over it. None of the government officials rectified the unevenness of this wall and it helped me to go away undetected. Sneaking back home I came across another good for nothing rascal, a mugger who was trying to do something too dirty on a woman. And when she tried to electrocute him with her stun gun, he caught hold off her hand and tried to twist it. However she didn’t cry, because she saw something behind him, something in black with red gleaming eyes and a grin that pissed of that mugger. As soon as he left hold of her, he tried to punch me, but I dodged it and went on to lift him by his neck and slammed him on to the wall, still holding his neck, suffocating him. After all I was 6’ 1” and now I was trained, that too in real military style. He smacked my jaw with his brass knuckles…and I saw blood coming out of my mouth. He had hit it pretty hard and it was way too painful…I wanted to shout aloud but, the fury in me didn’t make me to do so, instead I retaliated by punching him on his stomach and then blocking of his second blow by holding of the hand that wore the brass knuckles and gave it an almighty twist. A sound came and he cried…I had broken his wrist bone off and was still pressing it hard. His cries echoed through the streets and the rain too found it hard to contain his shrieking sound. Blood was oozing out of his arm as the claws on my hand ripped through skin,flesh and bone. And I was pressing it still hard, but the woman standing there petrified by something, which made it clear that now she was much more afraid of me rather than that mugger. I gave him another blow on his head and walked towards her. She held her stun gun at me and I said, “Look lady, I don’t intend to hurt you, I just came over to help you…I hope you understand”. But she was still standing there all cold and confused and I said, “I am just another normal guy, trying to mend these wrong things right, so that everyone can smile upon their future rather than cry”. I was being too philosophical, but it did strike her and she placed that gun in her purse and told me that she was returning from her workplace when she came across this mugger who was trying to play dirty with her. She said, “I am sorry, but who are you? And by the way…Oh my Lord, I don’t get it…what are you?” and seeing her tensed face I smiled at her and seeing this she exclaimed, “Wow! You can smile too.” And I asked her where she stays and she told me just few blocks to the right and I told her that I would leave her home. She agreed but still was quite curious about me, after all I was all clad in black and had a very big yellow Christian cross on my chest, and I even smiled according to her, which was way too exceptional for a freak like me according to her. She introduced herself as Gauri Menon and that she worked in a software company and I was really way too happy to walk along with her. She was talkative, yet graceful. Probably more than ‘Shadow Nova’ it was Reuben now walking along with her. She said, “I live here along with my pal Soumya Krishnan, who is a journalist and she is on leave and has gone to her native place, hence I walked home late tonight. By the way where do you live and sorry to ask you but do you have a name?” She felt bit awkward asking about it but had a naughty smile all through it. I said, “Yeah, you can call me ‘Shadow Nova’ and I too live in a house, but aren’t superhero identities meant to be secret”. She laughed over it and by the time we could speak more we reached her building. I bid her bye by saying that, “Gauri, next time whenever you travel at night take care that you have along with you someone reliable and if u still don’t find anyone then call me up”. “And how the hell can I call you, do superheroes like you got any cell number or something” she asked and I smiled and told her, “Yeah, but it would be better if u look up in the sky and call my name, I will be there for you and if u still need any help call on this number, it belongs to one of my human friend and do give a miss cal on this number or it would be better if u sent an sms on it”. We laughed over it and walked away in opposite directions. That human friend of mine was none another than me myself…Hehe…Hehe…I was getting too naughty tonight. Probably I felt something special for her in my heart, but this special feeling always starts to occur whenever I come across any beautiful girl and Gauri was an angel…Oh my I was going back again to my special attraction stuff towards girls and this was not the right time to think about that. I was too tired and I had to go for job the very next day, also it had started to rain and so ‘Shadow Nova’ zoomed off to home sweet home…
My door scrapper had no message over it, as I had told Anne about my new avatar and she was excited about it, yet worried about me because she cared more for Reuben rather than ‘Shadow Nova’. I drank a full glass of milk and went to bed thinking about my escapades tonight and frankly also about Gauri. Before sleeping I went on to set an alarm for 7.00 a.m. on my cell phone and I saw that there was an unread message on it. I t was Gauris’ message, it read, “Hi frnd of ‘Shadow Nova’, do thnk Nova boy on behalf of me, dat he indeed was my saviour 2nite & dat it’s indeed my blessin’ dat I’ve got a frnd in him & do tell me ur name 2 coz after all ur d bridge connecting me 2 him, so Good Night, sorry to disturb & cya”. Though this message was send to me, it was however not made for me, it was designed for ‘Shadow Nova’ and probably even she felt the same feeling that ‘Shadow Nova’ felt towards her…a different feeling of attraction…With the warmth of this feeling, I slept with most of the city fast asleep, waiting for another day to rise, but some were still awake working on something big, somewhere in this big city itself, all ready to showcase their ideas to the next sunrise…But fate had some other plans and we were going to be tangled by it, unknowingly, we slept, dreamt and worked upon the new future…

Friday, November 9, 2007

CHAPTER ONE - GENESIS OF A SUPERHERO.

I left my family 3 years ago and moved away from the suburbs of Mumbai to the much more urbanised streets of Andheri in Mumbai. Born to Benjamin Koshy and Susanna Koshy, I, Reuben Koshy am someone who lives in the future rather than the present. So for me a shift from the suburbs of Dombivli to Andheri was something really big. This place had always fascinated me for its sheer sense of urbanised medium and above all its entire aura. But since the last 3 months I feel that I have committed one of the biggest mistakes in my life by moving over here. My 2 room pad was bustling with echoes of the sirens of nearby cop cars that have been suddenly on the run since last 3 months or so when they got news that smuggling lord Raghavan Sinha and his legendary granddad Romanov Voltar are back in Mumbai. These so called cops had spent almost 30 million rupees on special task force agents from Russia in order to catch Raghavan. But no one knows where those guys went and then no one heard anything from them until after 2 months of their departure, the cops got a gift on Christmas, some seven severed Russian heads, with maggots all over them. That was the power that The Romanovs held over Mumbai. And well that was the indirect reason why since the last three days I have been unable to decide an ending to my much anticipated (only by me actually) superhero comic, entitled ‘SHADOW NOVA’.
Well this was no where going to get solved up, as the government was the same old corrupted one since decades and they…were never going to change, if anything had to change then it had to be just nothing…simply nothing because even though it was year 2050 and India was the most powerful nation in the world, there was total shallowness deep inside this motherland. Everyone right from the smallest petty waged worker to the highest earning business people, everyone survived some or the other way on corruption, even me too!!! As my house owner owns 3 buildings across Andheri which never had any kind of license and I was staying in one of them. My house owner, Sarjeet Bhatia, an ex- military officer, who lost everything when he lost his right leg during some battle somewhere near Kashmir. Well, that never stopped this never die guy, who brought up these three, 3-storeyed buildings with the entire greenies he ever earned in his life. And what today you see is, instead of a rifle he holds a needle and thread instead of a grenade as he now owns a small tailor shop in his Blue Star building, which is just 4 blocks away from my…well the building in which I reside. As my mother said, “All is well and good if u make out the time to pray”, I left aside my problems and started praying and before I could say Amen, the door bell rang…I said Amen and opened the door to find dear Anne standing there right in front of me all drenched because it was raining too good. Anne, the girl living on the floor above my pad was too sweet to become a hooker. She told me long back that she became a hooker just for the reason that she always got kicked off by love. Love was the only thing in her life that poisoned her life completely, be it her sadistic experiences with her step-father or the encounter with a boyfriend who gang raped her along with his friends and that too for a whole two days. Or was it the law who brushed off her innocence by proclaiming that she was a hooker by profession just like her mother…Something that always haunts her, that, her mother left for the heavenly abode long back during her childhood days. There was total darkness in her life after that decision by the law and then she fought with life throughout without a break, but still fate never let her go off that tag, the tag of a raped girl. It was 2050, it was India Poised, yet innocence was just a pity piece of cloth that got washed off in the gutters of Mumbai…
Sitting next to me, she strokes a puff of smoke on my face, the cigar in her hands, the skimpy clothes and the knife on her belt, all show me a new Anne. She came today actually to give me my mp3 micro chip. One of her DJ friends had asked for some new tracks sung by the ultimate desi rock band, ‘Drive-shot Alley’. She gave them to me, asked me that whether I had dinner, because whatever she was, she was always caring towards me. Many days when I slept without having food, then she would cook food for me and then has it along with me. After giving that mp3 stuff, she pecked me on my cheek as usual, bid me goodbye and slammed the door behind me…as usual.
Next day, even though yesterday night was a mess I had to get up by 7.00a.m. because I had to earn my bread and butter and that could only be done by working at ‘Pandits’ Paradise’…actually Mr. Pandits’ visual effects studio (Octoden). He called it heaven because there he would never find his ever nagging wife. And luckily even she never used to come over here as she was a lazy…well pig. And Pandit…he would love anything without his wife…even if it was ‘Bajrang’, the local Bihari babus’ stinking ‘vada pavs’. Life at Octoden was good, with good amount of work, a moderate pay and beyond all, some good curvaceous show-off by the ladies. So today it was as usual, except that today at afternoon, we witnessed some real gruesome stuff by Romanovs’ mob party. Right in front of the traffic signal near our office building, they bumped off two guys, who later came to be identified as the contract killers who some months back, decided to play dirty with Raghavan. That was Raghavan, silent yet dominating. I was always fascinated by this guy for the sheer reason that how he turned this city into his own playground, pawns working for him without a concern for their own lives and weapons went on just like toys for him. And with the blood being washed off the streets into the gutters even that day dimmed itself into the fading nightlife of Mumbai. And like a damsel wrapped in black, the night started off with music, YO!!!
I had to go to one Mr. Inder Shah, a comic book publishers’ nightclub to present him with my debut comic artwork. He asked me to come over here, though it was suspicious enough, I never hesitated because the night was calling me in. He was sitting in his private room with some…well…not that covered up girls, who were…just playing around, flashing there assets over his face. He asked me to sit besides him and then he…well…asked me to do something that made it clear that his intentions were never good. He was bloody gay and wanted me to play around with his pole. He was ready to publish my comic and even offered to pay me in advance, but I decided to pay him instead…with a kick on his filthy groin. And the next thing I could remember was me being bashed around the club by his bouncers…well gay bouncers maybe and then they threw me out just like a piece of crap right into the garbage dump. Probably I slept there for an hour or so, because they really played around me hard and it was paining bad and with all this around…it started raining. With the rain to accompany me I started walking slowly towards the nearby rail pod station, fortunately they didn’t take away my rail card along with my money. Well tonight everything went wrong all due to the reason that I was a nobody and nobody likes a nobody, everyone likes a somebody…no matter what…
I reached home late, there was a message on my door scrapper, it was from Anne, she was worried about me, as she tried calling me on my cell, but that wretched thing…I forgot to charge it yesterday, so she had scrapped me to meet her as soon as I return. But meeting her in this state would mean bashing no.2, so I decided to lay down myself so that I could let my pitiful soul take a break. It was Saturday next day and my body just wouldn’t let me go for job, so I just helped it in dozing off again. My door bell was ringing hot, and my ears were banging out, I knew it…it could have been none other than Anne. I opened the door and the next thing I got was well pure, crystal clear unholy sermon with a very good mixture of all those ‘F’ and ‘S’ words. But as soon as she saw my swollen lip and bruised arm, she felt bad and enquired about what really happened. After telling her what happened, she called up Pandit to tell him that I won’t make it up today and well Pandit he got his pant tight when she spoke to him because Anne was someone who always…well…seriously excited him to the core. She brought in some medicines, gave me a shot on my ass and then cooked some very good tomato soup for me. Later in the afternoon, after she left I noticed that, yesterday’s incident had damaged my artwork, which I took along with me to the nightclub. Some of its pages were stained with rain water and there were some pages that were purposely torn off…It took me 3 years to write them down and they ripped it off within 3 seconds. I had to do something, I went up at this guy’s office and shouted in front of everyone that what a big pile of shit he was and even kicked him once again on his sweet spot. Within hours I came across his reaction, I was being searched around by cops throughout Andheri and if it was not for Teepu, our sweeper boys’ information, they would have picked me up long back. This pig was quite influential, he had some very good contacts, he not only brought in a search warrant but also got Sarjeet arrested and they really had him go down on his knees. Even Anne felt the pain when they arrested her on the pretext of divulging information about my whereabouts, but tried to molest her in the jail instead, but by Gods’ very good grace, I came there at the right time and well…my just pitiful state got much more pitiful. Anne was released on the spot and I got kicked hard on the spot. Next day with the help of Afreed Biscuitwala, a 30 something criminal lawyer, one of Anne’s prestigious, yet helpful clients, I got out of that scum shell. The cops had messed up with almost every bone in my body and Inder with every emotion of mine. Sarjeet was good and recovering, Anne was all fine as, Afreed always takes good care of her. But my state was no less than that of a corpse. But that is where, really for the first time in my life that I felt that it was time I let my long hidden emotions come out and take some real good shape, some form that would really turn out to be a remedy for this city and I just knew where to look out for it…