Diary of Dan

Saturday, March 12, 2005

INCURABLY YOURS...

While my brain was debating whether to post this on The Other Side Of Dan, or here, my fingers on the mouse already took the decision... Dear Readers, let me assure you this story is 99% fiction........ : )

Vandi was going to shut down her PC when suddenly her eyes took in the recycle bin icon - it showed the recycle bin wasn't empty. The recycle bin wasn't empty! Oh no! She couldn't bear not having an empty recycle bin. That meant another 2 minutes, before she could shut down, and switch off the system. She tried to finish it quickly, and got up to change. She had just 10 more minutes, after which she had to be on the road hailing a rick, and if she was lucky, she would be in one soon, heading towards Vasu's flat.

But before she reached, she had to get dressed! She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror - oh no, there it was again - the tiny black spot on her cheek. The pen mark she was always getting nowadays, ever since she got into this habit of thinking with her pen in her hand and resting her cheek against it. She tried washing it off with water, but another minute and she knew, it wouldn't go off. She had to apply soap. Only then would it leave her pretty face umblemished. Experience told her, don't apply soap! Just 8 more minutes - she couldn't wash off the soap AND get dressed in 8 minutes! Vasu had always tried to make her understand that soap goes off with water, it doesn't stick to your face. But she found it so hard to believe that! And she knew Vasu would be waiting, waiting for her to come, and hoping against hope - that she wouldn't get late just because of some stupid soap! At least not today!

She stopped herself just in time! She didn't let her hand reach the bar of soap. She decided it would be better to have the black spot adorning her face rather than going late. She dried her face and opened her wardrobe. Good, she had already decided what to wear - the black salwar kameez he'd gifted her last month when he'd come back from Kulu. She took it out and wore the salwar. Hmm, it was stitched just right. Unbelievable, because it was one of her innumerable firm beliefs, that tailors didn't know how to stitch. And now the kameez. Hey, what was that sudden glitter! Oh shit - that was Nina's chamki!!! Damn that girl! Her little sister had this strange habit of decorating all her books and notebooks with chamki, and storing that goddamn bottle in Vandi's wardrobe. And sometimes she wouldn't close the bottle properly and chamki would spill out, and god only knows how, it would come to rest on some of her dresses. This had happened at least 5 times before, and Vandi had threatened to kill Nina the next time it happened. But now, Nina was conveniently away, and wasn't coming home for 4 more days. She found that "trouble bottle" and angrily placed it on the dressing table, to be thrown away later.

Vandi knew she didn't have the time, she had to hurry. A little bit of chamki on one of the sleeves was not going to matter, not at all to Vasudeo. But, BUT: it mattered to her. It mattered to her! She simply couldn't bear to spoil her dress, her favourite black salwar suit, given to her by Vasu dearest, with chamki... detestable Nina's detestable chamki! Her hand reached out for the brush on her dressing table, kept there for similar occassions, and began brushing the kameez.

She kept doing it. It was only when her phone rang that she realised how much her hand hurt. She picked up the phone with her left hand.

"Hello, Vandana here"
"What's the matter Vandi?!!! How come you are still at home?"
"Vasu.... you can't imagine what's happened.... The black suit-"
"Of course I can't imagine what's happened. And don't bother telling me!!!"
"it's covered with chamki........."
"VANDI! Spare me your excuses! You'd promised not to be late. At least not today!"
"Hey Vasu, don't worry........ The last time this chamki thing happened, I discovered this perfect technique of holding the brush. I'll get it off in minutes!"
"You'll need ages to believe you've got rid of it! Why didn't you just wear some other dress and come?"
"Vasu I can't!!!"
"WHY?"
"Because I'd decided I would wear this one. It's not my fault Nina sprinkled chamki on it-"
"Vandi, neither is it my fault! How long will you keep me waiting!??? It's been an hour already! The doctor's appointment was at 6! It's 6.30 now, and even if you leave now, you'll reach here at 7 and we'll reach the clinic at 7.30! And the clinic closes at 6.45! Are you doing this deliberately? Have you decided not to meet this psychiatrist? THIS IS THE 4TH TIME WE'LL BE MISSING THE APPOINTMENT!!!!!!"
"Vasu, please believe me-"
"The first time you had a black spot on your cheek that you claimed wouldn't go off, the second time it was some spider, the third time it was the potted plants. Thank god you didn't fracture your toe that time! Now six months later, it's something silly like chamki on your dress!"
"Vasu b-"
"Vandi, you are ill! You have to talk to this doctor! Look, I want to take care of you, I don't want your life to be wasted because of these obsessions of yours!"

Now Vandi started crying..... "Vasu, don't you know I'm tired too? Tired of all this........ My hand is paining like hell. But I can't stop myself." More tears followed.
"Vandi sweetie, I'm coming over to your place. You wait there. I'll help you remove the chamki and then you can wear that dress. And then we'll go out for dinner. Ok, you just sit and relax and wait for me. Don't cry...."

She heard him hang up, but she kept crying into the phone. She was tired to her bones, tired of her obsessive, doubt-everything, compulsive routine. Another 30 minutes, and the doorbell brought her back to her senses. She went to open the door. Vasudeo rushed to gather her in his arms, but before he could even attempt doing that, Vandana exclaimed - "Don't! Don't touch me! You must be covered with germs! Wash your hands first!!!"

And she ran to her room. Her hand knocked against the things on her dressing table. The bottle of chamki opened and fell, and she lost herself in a shower of fine glittering chamki! Vasu looked on helplessly at his golden Vandi......... Was she his?

14 Comments:

At 13/3/05 12:14 am, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said...

Girl, that deserves a huge round of applause!!!!!!!

It was simply awesome!

 
At 13/3/05 12:41 am, Blogger Daneshia said...

Hey Kathsie, thanx! :D
You saying that makes it even more special :)

 
At 13/3/05 12:42 am, Blogger Daneshia said...

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At 13/3/05 4:03 am, Blogger S m i t h a said...

toooo good twinsie!
loved it. keep going.

 
At 13/3/05 10:43 am, Blogger Daneshia said...

Thanks twinsie! :D Yeah, I intend to keep going.......
Kathak aur Smitha, aapke ashirwad agar mile, to aur bhi accha likhenge!

 
At 13/3/05 10:45 am, Blogger Daneshia said...

Smithsie, that meant - your blessings will help me write better!
:D
Hey, i'll write if you'll read.

 
At 13/3/05 11:33 am, Blogger Sudhakar said...

Nice read. Keep them coming!

 
At 13/3/05 1:54 pm, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said...

Danny, beta humara aashirwad to sada tumhare saath hai! Aur hum aasha karte hain ki aap aur aage jao, badho, khoob naam kamao, aur saath mein lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of rokda and sponsor all of us here :D

 
At 13/3/05 4:04 pm, Blogger Daneshia said...

Sure beta Kathak, rokda ya bheek, jo bhi ho, sab tumhare liye hi to hai! :P

 
At 14/3/05 1:19 am, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said...

Danny, if bheek equates to anythign greater than my first salary (which is 5 grand less then yours) then bheek bhi sona hai!

 
At 14/3/05 11:51 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

5 grand less than mine???

 
At 14/3/05 11:52 am, Blogger Daneshia said...

That was me!

 
At 14/3/05 6:15 pm, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said...

Yeah... they're theives. Stealing the money that should righfully be mine, if I work for them... for an entire 3 months!!

 
At 9/5/06 11:15 pm, Anonymous Abinav said...

that was a cool story...!!! but i will tell u wat ... i knew the end..!

i mean ... i had gone to this site which dealt with OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and there was this lady who wouldnt kiss her husband until he brushes his teeth and washes his mouth a 100 times..!!! :)

 

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