CSI

It was about three in the night when they woke me up. I was used to this. Part of the job. Crime has an uncanny habit of happening late in the night. Either that or the police dispatch hated knowing that I was asleep. I got into the car. Detective Jackson from Homicide. Good man. Ten years on the force. It was my third. I looked out the window. The night was perfect for murder. No moon, no wind, snowing. I needed a drink. But there was work to do.

We reached the crime scene. A large estate. Old money. Very snobbish. R.J. Edwarton is the name said Jackson. Hmm, so old man Edwarton had croaked. I tried to feel sorry. We went up to the study. The walls were lined with books. Leather bound. The place reeked of money. And someone had wanted it bad. Bad enough to whack the old guy. He lay sprawled over the large mahogany desk. A gleaming knife sticking out of his back made it obvious why he wasn't moving.

I knew the chief wanted me to sniff around for clues right away but I took my time. I always made it a point to observe the people. It usually told me a lot. Put me on the right scent. Something pretty was quietly sobbing in a corner. Probably the old man's daughter. A handsome hunk, the kind pretty dames usually fall for, was trying to console her. I checked the corpse thoroughly. Nothing suspicious or out of place. Well, that was that. I was ready to leave the whole sordid mess. But wait, something smelt funny. Yes, the handle of the knife, a faint smell, almost unnoticeable. It didn't belong here. I tried to remember what it was but I couldn't quite place it.

The hunk had been watching me all the time. He seemed troubled now. He whispered something to the dame and she got up and started walking to the door, sobbing some more. But it seemed fake. I noticed her hands were shaking. Her hands!!! Ofcourse. The smell. Moisturizing cream. That's what it was. He had seen me sniffing the knife handle and hence told her to leave. I had to stop her. And make sure. But she had almost left the room. The door was swinging shut.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

"Hey Jackson. Let the stupid mutt out will ya. He doesn't seem to be of much use inside anyway."

Great. Here I had the case busted wide open and this is how I got thanked. Somedays, it just wasn't any fun being a police dog.

The Envelope

He was jittery. He paced about in his apartment counting the number of steps he took. 754...755...756. He knew he should stop walking. His legs were starting to ache. 757...758. He had been waiting for the envelope for two days. It had to come today, it just had to. He was sick of waiting. 759...760...

He was glad it was a Saturday, so he did not have to go to work. It also meant he could check the mail as soon as the postman delivered it. He had called to enquire on Thursday and they had assured him that he would definitely get the envelope by end of business on Friday. But he hadn't. Returning from work, he had opened the mailbox and it was empty. Frustrated, he had slammed the mailbox shut and punched it twice thereby scraping his knuckles and scaring away the nice old lady who lived two floors above who had also come to check the mail.

He had ranted and raved for a few minutes, then calmed down and called them again. He knew what he was going to say. He would ask to speak to the manager. He was done waiting. He wanted to know why he hadn't received the envelope and that if they didn't care about him then they should just say so. But he had reached a recorded voice which said that it was after business hours and that he should call later.

He had not slept well that night because of the nightmares. Nightmares in which he chased elusive envelopes over steep mountains and long flights of stairs and when he finally caught them and tore them open, they turned out to be empty. Since morning he had done little else other than pacing about nervously. The morning coffee had made the jitters even worse. 761...762...763...He was glad the postal department did not take Saturdays off. There was still hope. 764...765...

He saw the postman driving up in his little van and his heart leapt up. He raced downstairs, then back up again to grab the mailbox key and back down again. But the postman had gone into the building across. He cursed and snarled and muttered incoherently for another ten minutes about how he was entitled to receive his mail before those no-good-studio-renters who paid lesser rent than him. The postman came and stared at him suspiciously. He realized what an awful sight he must look. He tried to appear casual and inconspicuous but the postman kept checking over his shoulder while delivering the letters as if he expected to be attacked anytime.

As soon as the postman was done he ran to his mailbox. He had to hold the key with both hands to stop it from shaking. Yes!!, the envelope was there and he ripped it open. The movie dvds had arrived. It was going to be a good weekend.

Conversations With God

Hello there...

Huh? Who is it?

It's me. God. Can't you see me?

Well, maybe I could if you stopped shining that bright light in my eyes...

Oh sorry, I'm having trouble adjusting the brightness since I switched to these environment friendly CFLs.

Huh?...you use CFLs???

Ofcourse. Incandescent bulbs are so last year.

No, I mean to create light. I thought You created light.

Well...duh. Don't you know the law of conservation of energy? I can't create light out of nothing. Didn't they teach you this stuff in school?

Hmmm...so what about the whole "Let there be light" thing?

That was just a catchy tagline that my PR guys came up with. Helps keep up the cool image.

Oh. Okay.

So what brings you here? What is it this time?

What's that supposed to mean? Can't a guy just drop by to say hello?

Oh...I see...well, you know...most of the time it's only when people want something that they come to see me.

That is just so stereotypical. I expected You of all people to be a little more open minded.

Well, technically speaking I'm not one of the people...heh heh...

Hmm...funny. I've heard things about your sense of humour.

Yeah. I know they say I have a funny sense of humour. Seems kinda redundant if you ask me. I mean, if it is a sense of "humour" it's gotta be "funny", right?

Hey, that was cool. The way you flickered the light to do the quote-unquote thingy.

Aww, you noticed. Thanks.

So how are things in heaven?

Well, we are having some trouble with the FORCE.

You mean like an imbalance in the force? Like Star Wars?

No no...the FORCE...the Federation Of Roman Catholic Engineers...

Oh.

Well, now that you mention it I guess you could call them imbalanced...heh heh heh...

Hmm...funny.

You seem pensive. Something on your mind?

Well, it's just that...I don't know if I will ever see you again...so I was wondering if you could tell me the meaning of life...why we are here...where we are going...what our purpose in life is...

I guess I could. Except that...

Except what?

"Honey, wake up. You can't doze off like that during prayers. I thought the whole reason for coming to the temple was that you wanted to be in God's presence."

The Fortune Cookie sayeth...

Just the kind of motivation IndiGeek needs. And that's the way the cookie crumbles :)

Coffee...

He was sitting on the back porch steps. She walked up to him.

"I'm leaving now."

"Please. Don't."
"Did you get everything?"

"Yes. Except for the brown stroller."
"And the memories."

"I'll help you with it."
"I always said it was too big for you."

"Thanks."
"Aren't you gonna say anything to stop me?"

[PAUSE]

"Uhhh...It's going to be a long drive. Do you want a cup of coffee before you...?"
"One last time. For old times sake?"

"Well, I should get going actually, but I guess I could use one."
"The coffee-pot's already on. And he is using coasters. I guess two years of nagging does have effect after all."

"Why are you smiling?"
"I've missed that smile so much. But why am I even asking? I know she's not gonna say anything."

"Nothing...it's nothing."
"For chrissakes, stop smiling. But he does look cute when he's confused."

"I'll...I'll go get the coffee."
"In her favourite mug. I wonder why she didn't pack it up with the rest of her stuff. Good thing I didn't smash it to pieces like I wanted to the other day."

[PAUSE]

"That was quick. Thanks."
"Mmmm...not too frothy, not too sweet, hint of cinnamon. Perfect. If only he had done things like these more often. I can't remember the last time..."

"I hope it's okay."
"Never mind. I can tell you like it."

[PAUSE]

"What are you thinking?"
"You'd better be thinking of something to say to stop me."

"About how simple things used to be. How did we get here? What happened?"
"I guess life happened."

"Hmm."
"What is he getting at?"

"We never went to Paris like we always said we would."
"The City of Love."

"I guess we just got busy with our careers."
"Seriously, if he's just gonna go off into one of his reminiscense daydreams, I'd better leave now."

"Well...so, you know...I was just thinking that...I'm off work for two weeks...and you're already packed...so if you want...we could..."
"O my God, she's giving me that dazed look. Oh wait, now she looks like she's about to cry."

"You are the most crazy...impulsive...deviant...oddball I've ever known, you know that, you silly idiot?"
"Thank you God, thank you..."

[PAUSE] [SOBS] [TEARS] [HUGS]

"So what do we do with the divorce papers?"

"Well, you always said we didn't use the fireplace more often."

"Oh and you do remember that we always said that we'd fly to Paris first class, right?"

"I can't say I do. We still have to pay the lawyers you know."

"No worries. I'm not moving out so you don't have to pay for that."

"You are such a spendthrift."

"And you are such a cheapskate."

The Date

He was late. He muttered silent curses as the crowd jostled and shoved politely to get through the turnstiles. Taking the Harbour line used to be an enjoyable ride, he thought, and now look at it. He ran the rest of the way and reached the platform out of breath. The train was late. He had got worked up for no reason. It had been happening a lot lately. It wasn't good. But then today wasn't any ordinary day. He was taking her out today.

He had met her for the first time on the morning 8:05 northbound. Two months ago. Two months of patience. And persistence. After all, he wasn't much to look at. And she was...well, she was way out of his league. But he had persevered on. He had started with finding out everything there was to know about her, almost bordering on obsessive stalking. Her personal history, her friends, where she lived, where she shopped, where she worked. Finding out about her work had been most difficult. All he had been able to uncover was that she worked for some hush hush department in a company that was almost unknown to the public. And he hadn't pressed on afraid that she might find out she was being watched. Gradually all that had paid off and they became train buddies. She would save him a seat. He would get her a coffee. And this had gone on for quite some time. Till today morning, when he had asked her out. And she had said yes.

The train ground to a halt and he realized it was his stop. Another lapse in attention, thinking about her. Not good, he reminded himself. He hurried out of the station. There was a lot to do. And very little time. But he had planned for this since long. For the next one hour he worked efficiently, almost mechanical in his motions while following his mental blueprint and then got dressed.

He took a taxi uptown but walked the last block while he made a phone call to check on the reservation. The apartment concierge buzzed him in and he took the stairs to number 207.

"Hey. You're here, right on the dot. You'll have to give me a coupla minutes. Come in."

"After you."

The gunshots were almost a whisper. She went limp.

He dialled the number.

"It's done."

He checked the time. Half an hour to the airport, easy. He looked at her. And smirked. One less in the Harbour Line crowd tomorrow.

Journey Of A 100 Rants

This blog post has been in the making for quite some time now. I started out to make a list of top 5 or top 10 things that I find most annoying but I soon realized that a count of 5 or 10 is too small to fit the purpose. So here is my list of 100 things that annoy me the most. I'm sure you will be able to relate to most of these. And in case of the unlikely event that you find yourself on the list, don't worry, I always make exceptions for friends and readers of my blog, so I still love you. Besides, most of it is just tongue-in-cheek humour :P

I hate:

1. Infidelity.
2. Procrastination.
3. Assignments.
4. Grading on a curve.
5. Global warming.
6. Being misunderstood.
7. Lying awake at night unable to sleep.
8. That I am already having a midlife crisis.
9. Gals who pretend to be single but actually aren't.
10. Guys who are actually single but pretend that they aren't.
11. That great gals always go for the sensitive guys.
12. That great gals who don't dig sensitive guys fall for the jerks.
13. That I am neither sensitive nor a jerk.
14. Married people with kids (here on called MPWKs to conserve writing space)
15. MPWKs who get to use the carpool lane although they are not actually carpooling since they would have driven in the same car anyway.
16. MPWKs who weasel out of taking their car when it comes to actual carpooling to a group event since they have no sitting space for co-workers because of the kiddie seats.
17. MPWKs who complain about crowds.
18. MPWKs who create crowds by bringing kids and prams.
19. MPWKs who believe that after entering a restaurant, it is the restaurant owner's responsibility to make their kids behave.
20. MPWKs who have bumper stickers "My kid is a honor student at..."
21. Flip cellphones.
22. Cellphones with loud ringtones.
23. Cellphones with loud people.
24. That incoming SMSs are not free.
25. The iPhone hype.
26. The Windows blue screen of death.
27. The Xbox360 red ring of death.
28. Smog tests.
29. Parallel parking.
30. That public transport in US sucks.
31. Roads that have intersections/traffic lights but are still called expressways.
32. That inspite of spending so much to buy a car, it is the pedestrians that have right-of-way.
33. ATMs that have transaction surcharge.
34. Crowded gyms.
35. People at the gym who walk the treadmill at 2 mph with zero incline.
36. That people who want to play ping pong keep increasing in proportion with number of available ping pong tables.
37. People who stare at you blankly while listening to their iPods.
38. Pink color.
39. Unattended shopping carts.
40. Keys that say "Do not duplicate" on them.
41. The State of Arkansas.
42. High Fructose Corn Syrup.
43. That most desi restaurants close by 9:30 pm.
44. That instant tea is no where as good as instant coffee.
45. That sausages and scones taste nothing like what Enid Blyton described in her stories.
46. That chocolates in the US are no where as good as European chocolates.
47. That good French food is so expensive.
48. That Starbucks discontinued the Chantico.
49. Devaluation of currency.
50. Taxes.
51. Single people whining about paying more taxes than married people.
52. Married people whining about not getting enough tax breaks.
53. That the IRS will catch you if you don't pay the right amount of tax but won't tell you upfront what that amount is.
54. That Halloween is not a national holiday.
55. That company workplaces do not have spring break.
56. Exits that say "Do not exit. Alarm will sound."
57. Forwarded emails that tell you to enjoy life.
58. Forwarded emails that tell you to forward the email.
59. That India did not qualify to the Super 8's.
60. That I don't have any super powers.
61. Scratched dvds.
62. Dvd players that are overly sensitive to scratched dvds.
63. Kareena Kapoor.
64. Sooraj Barjatya.
65. Paris Hilton.
66. People who think Paris Hilton is just misunderstood and deserves a second chance.
67. Neal N' Nikki - The movie, the characters in the movie and the actor-actress in real life.
68. That Neo had to die.
69. That Alfred Hitchcock never won an Oscar.
70. The guy who played Luke Skywalker.
71. That cable companies charge extra for HD.
72. Gals who watch Lord Of The Rings just coz Orlando Bloom looks oh-so-cute with his pointy elf ears.
73. The K-serials.
74. People who follow K-serials and won't shut up.
75. Hangovers.
76. Heartburn.
77. Bad hair days.
78. Private jokes.
79. That there aren't any 1UP mushrooms in real life.
80. Racism.
81. Street muggings.
82. That the really annoying people you wish would get mugged, never get mugged.
83. Nightmares.
84. Having nice dreams and then waking up to realize it wasn't real.
85. "Do not walk on the grass" signs.
86. Cute gals who swear.
87. Musicals.
88. Drunk driving.
89. The rat-race and the fact that even if I win, I'd still be a rat.
90. People who add veggies while making Maggi.
91. Toast speeches that try to be funny but fall flat.
92. That I still don't have a numbered Swiss bank account.
93. Wet blankets. (Especially the really soggy ones)
94. Plastic packaging that says "Peel here to open" but refuses to peel open.
95. Dentist appointments.
96. That gals say "Nothing. I'm fine" when asked what's wrong.
97. Obsessive Compulsive Disorders.
98. Initiation fees, processing fees and non refundable deposits.
99. That I am no where close to starting my own coffee shop.

And last but not the least: Hippies.

Whew! Now I feel better :)