Rehab ~part 3

Keisha was texting Paulie, the guy she was to be engaged to after she completes her
degree in drama... She didn't know if she really liked Paulie... As in, Paulie was going to be the
district attorney of Manhattan in a couple of years, and he was tall and rich, but Keisha never
really felt anything about him deep down... But she was always obedient, and knew that her
brother loved her and had probably chosen Paulie, his friend, to be Keisha's groom quite wisely...
"Keisha! Hurry up, we're gonna be late!" shouted Cathy...
"I'm already dressed, moron!"
"You're gonna wear a sweater and jeans to a party?? Oh you're so boring!"
One of their female friends came to pick them up...
At the party, Keisha sat at a corner and took out a small novel she'd brought with her... She
loved taking books wherever she went, as she was not really keen on mixing with people... Even
in just a sweater and jeans, she looked beautiful, with her golden brown long hair and big brown
doe eyes, and some guys couldn't take their eyes off her...
Cathy looked quite pretty in her red dress too, and she went out to socialize and mingle and
probably manage a date...
There was some good music on, but suddenly someone came up and put up loud and hard
rap music with beats, and everyone started dancing to it... As for Keisha, she was starting to hate
this party... When she looked up to see who changed the music, she saw Brian's brother CJ, with
the uncultured guy from the library, near the music console, dancing and shaking their head with
a CD in his hand...
"So, that guy was CJ's friend... No wonder he's like that..." thought Keisha, and left...
At the backyard garden of Brian's garden, she sat down and texted Cathy, "Call me up
when you're done partying, and we'll go home, I'm at the backyard"
And she got back to reading her novel
Suddenly, "Hey"...
Keisha looked up, and it was him...
"Hey, sorry for this morning, alright? I shouldn't really have texted with my sound on... Sorry"
"At least he has the decency of apologizing", Keisha thought...
"It's okay..."
"Hey what're you reading? 'The Count of Monte Cristo', hey I've read that!"
"You... Read books?"
"Used to... Not anymore"
"You don't really appear to be the... Book reading type"
"Heh! Yeah... I know... Used to read a lot until I dropped outta high school"
"Oh... Okay.."
"By the way, myself Mick Wallace"..
"Keisha Caine... So, tell me, what're you doing outside? I mean, all your friends are inside...
Hell, you even changed the music"
"Actually... I don't really love crowds... Changing the music, that was my idea, CJ did the
needful... I actually wanted to bring some life into the party... I mean, the thing that was being
played before, it was so dumb.. Don't you think?"
"The dumb music, was the recording of a violin maestro..."
Mick stared at her for a moment and said, "Oh... Didn't know, sorry"... Keisha giggled, and
Mick felt it was the sweetest music on earth... Probably...
Keisha, just in an intention to tease him, said, "I can see a lot of girls around in this party, still
you don't like this?"
"Nyaah... Being in relationships is not really my thing... People have changed these days,
they're not like they used to be... Everything is so temporary, or is complicated... Me, I don't do
temporary or complicated, if I know she's the one, she's gonna be the one... That's what I believe
in"
Keisha listened to him, silently... Perhaps he's not as bad as he appears, as in, other than his
blue eyes, his features are tough and rugged, and he probably didn't shave in a decade...
But when he talks, he makes sense...
"What the hell are you doing, Keisha?? Stop staring at him!" She told herself, almost in
whisper, which was audible to him...
"What?" Mick asked..
"Nothing, I mean... You've still got that bandage on your left hand.. What happened there?"
"Oh, this? It's from a fight.."
"Fight?"

Rehab, part 2

"Yeah"....
" Be a good kid, Wallace... You need some education "
Mick entered the library, his face bore the most disappointed look ...
He had never been to a library ever since he dropped out of high school...
He surfed through the book shelves, picked up a book on history of martial arts and began
reading... After two pages, he felt like the most depressed person on earth...
He took out his phone, and started texting his friends to see if there was any party around
After a while, he felt a tap on his shoulder...
"Excuse me?" It was a female voice
"Would you mind keeping your phone on silent mode? Or would you mind just leaving the
library??"
"Excuse me, miss? The faint sound of texting disturbs you?? Why don't you get a life?? What
the hell are h you doing reading in a fucking library?? You want peace?? Go to a cemetery and
read! But I WILL KEEP TEXTING! You know why?? Because this book (waving the book in front
of her ) is bloody boring as hell!!
"My mistake... I should've never talked to you, given the fact that you're uncultured... So much so that you don't even know library is for reading books and not for texting..."
"Excuse me, Uncultured??"
"Definitely! The bandage on your hand, it's from fighting... Definitely you're a goon or some hood
gangster.."
By this time, the librarian arrived, for they were practically screaming... "Out! Both of
you!"
"Why should I leave?? Ask him to leave!"
"Yo, in case you don't get it miss morality, I was gonna leave anyway... Huh!"
Mick left the library... The girl still stood there, fuming, watching him leave... And then she
came back to her desk
"Keisha, on a different note, he was kinda hot though..."
"Shut up Cathy... He was a lout.."
"Yeah, but... Bad boys have their own swagger, you know"
"Should I just go home and tell mom you're attracted to goons now?"
"Hey, relax sis... I didn't mean that... I just... Leave"
Though Keisha scolded Cathy, her sister, for showing interest in that guy and threatened to
kill her when Cathy said ....
"we should find out more about him, probably grab coffee together",
Keisha couldn't help thinking about him...
"An uncultured fellow", she thought..
"Keisha! I just forgot! We gotta go to Brian's party this evening! Gosh! I haven't even been to
the parlor yet! And there's gonna be like, a hundred guys!"
"Jesus, Cathy! They're not coming there to see you... It's just a normal house party"
"Hey, you don't need to dress up because your engagement is fixed already, but I need to
find someone to get engaged to... So, please"
Mick walked back to his home... Ran, actually... The morning was terrible, thanks to that
irritating girl from the library, he didn't want to miss the little backyard basketball match with his
buddies...
"Yo! Here comes, tough guy Wallace!"
"Ey, he doesn't look like he's in his best mood"
"Yo Mick! What up?? Store sold you stale milk or something? Hahaha!"
"Ha ha! Very funny, bitches... I had a bad fucking morning is all"
"Hey, what's up man? Cmon share with us"
"So I was at the library..."
"Wait, what?? Library?? Like, with books and shit? The fuck, man?! What's wrong with you??"
"Yeah, it was all Antwon's idea... And there I am, bored to death, when I was texting some of
my boys, if there's a party around... Well, you guys know CJ, right? He said his brother Brian's
hosting a party, so I was just confirming that I'mma be there when this girl comes outta nowhere
and tells me the sound of texting irritates her! Tf, man?! I didn't go for a long quarrel and then this fat librarian comes up and asks me to leave... And, that's all"
"Ha ha! She's a stupid bitch she is.." Said one of his friends...
"Nyah, she don't look like no bitch... I mean not the 'bitch' bitch type.. But she was irritating for
real..."
"Yo, what was she like, man? I mean..."
"Fuck you, dawg! I don't wanna see her face again, that's all I know"

Rehab~ a story about life, by me... Part 1

"I need to talk to you... Meet me up at Chevy's restaurant... It's urgent", the SMS read...
Mick didn't know how to feel...
It's been ages since he had last met Keisha... And then, after all this time, a text from her... What
could it be?
She looked so pretty, and like always, she was before time...
"It's all gone, buddy... She's gone... Behave" Mick told himself...
"Hi"...
" Sit down ", she looked serious and tensed...
In a flash, Mick saw the wedding ring on her hand... It had a diamond.. "Damn! That Paulie, or
whatever his name is, he's really big time rich!" Mick thought...
She was silent for sometime...
"So... How's life? How're you?" Mick tried to start up a conversation...
In reply, Keisha looked at the bandages on Mick's hand and said "You still fighting?"
"Yeah.. Got a tournament coming up... Plus there's some more underground fights coming up..."
Mick replied feebly, though he wanted to say "FIGHTING IS WHAT HELPS ME KEEP MY MIND
OFF YOU, AND FOCUS ON LIFE, DON'T YOU GET IT??"
"You still fight underground?" Keisha asked...
"Yeah... Underground is good... Helps me get some more cash... Hehe"
"Okay... Now.. Why I called you here... It's grave... I'm.. I'm pregnant.."
Mick stood dumb for some time... "Well... What should I say? You're married for a year now...
This is only normal... Why call me here to tell me this? Congrats!"
"I called you here because, I've been married only five months... And I don't let Paulie touch
me... I told you, Mick... I won't let any other man touch me..."
Mick was now blown…
"Do you mean...?"
"Yes, it's your kid"
"Fuck, does Paulie know?"
"Not yet"
Then Keisha said, "I only thought I should tell you this... I won't put you into trouble, Mick... I'll
make something up.." She glanced at her watch... "Christ! I'm late... Bye.. Best of luck for your
fight..." And she left in a hurry...
Mick stood there for a while... All he wanted to say was "I can keep the child if you want"...
Then he left for his training session... He had to work out to get this event outta his head...
Keisha crossed the road... Then from the opposite sidewalk, saw Mick walking back, across
the afternoon crowd... She wore her sunglasses back to hide her tears and in a broken voice
whispered, more to herself than to him, "I love you, Mick Wallace".
"Mr Wallace? Mr Wallace? Sign here, please?" The jail warden said... Mick snapped back to
present day.
"You're a lucky man.. You beat up a fellow to pulp, sent him to a coma, robbed him, took his car
and got out only after serving 18 years..." the jailor said, spat on the Street and opened the gate...
Mick went to speedy's pub, a favorite haunt of his...
"Lookie who's here, people! It's Mick "hard-hitter" Wallace! Welcome back, buddy!"
"Hey Seb... At least you haven't changed..”
Seb, the bartender, gave Mick a drink... It was closing time, so there weren't any much people
around... While drinking, Mick saw a young couple... And Mick went back to his old days….
"Good show, Wallace! Keep this rage up!" Those were the days when Mick was just started
to emerge as the "toughest guy on the block" in underground mixed martial art fights...
"Good fight, Wallace"
"Whoa, Antwon! It's not everyday you praise me!"
Antwon was a good man, Mick had been training under him since when he was a teenager...
And he had become this good at his fighting skills because of Antwon...
"Listen up, lad... No man becomes great without education in his respective field... So I want
you to go to the library, and read about this what you're practicing... Read about fighting skills,
and their history"...
This was the third time Antwon was telling this, but Mick had always considered the library a
place for nerds, and hence excessively boring...
But this time, Antwon was being persistent...
"Ugh! Alright alright! I'll go... Jeez! What's wrong with you?" Mick replied...
Reluctantly, Mick stood outside the library...
"You there?" Antwon called on his phone...

Travelogue of a thirsty traveller~ Silk Route part 3

       

                              

So, in my last post I told you guys about our second stop, Mankhim. Today, I will tell you about the next stop, Zuluk. Fog and rain have been a constant companion and hence, no Kanchenjunga since the fifteen minute meet at Mankhim. Gosh, we miss her, and even the other hills miss her, for they have been crying for three days straight. Zuluk can be fun, if you do not make the mistake of visiting it in the monsoons. By fun, I mean, you can roam about, or maybe even discover your own routes. But monsoon reduces your options of recreation to one, and that's, sit in your balcony and watch the clouds move. It's in a high altitude, so you can actually see the clouds move around in the back yard of your bungalow. There's a temple on top of the hill, a Shiva temple. Now I'm not much of a temple-goer, but the view is extraordinary, I mean, we couldn't see Kanchenjunga, but the entire valley, covered in an increasing blanket of fog and mist, makes you feel like something which can't be expressed. I'll leave that feeling to your imagination. Here too, leeches are a problem, so watch out. Zuluk gives you different forms of beauty in different parts of the year. During the monsoon, you get to see the all-mysterious, foggy zuluk which makes you feel like you're living in the kingdom of clouds. Yeah, you won't be able to roam around in the rain, but sitting in the balcony of your bungalow with coffee and vegetable pakora will surely lighten up your mood.

Travelogue of a thirsty traveller ~ Silk Route Part 2

                                      

                                 THE ZIGZAG ROAD, PART OF THE HISTORIC SILK ROUTE


In my last post I told you guys about our first stop, Sillary Gaon. Our next stop was Mankhim. A little higher in altitude than our last stop, Mankhim gives you the view of the majestic Kanchenjunga. Though the climate was cloudy when we went, because monsoons had not yet ended on the mountains and we were doubtful if we would be able to see our Kanchenjunga, she did not disappoint us. A fifteen minute glimpse right after sunrise, but that was enough. It made every penny spent worth it. It was a pity that my camera was back in my room and I had to click the picture through my phone and I had to zoom in to get the picture.
     

Though in terms of atmosphere and landscape, Mankhim doesn't differ much from  Sillary Gain, except that the forest here is more dense, Mankhim has her own appeal. There is a path that goes all the way from the top of the hill, where the viewpoint and home-stays are located, to a lake down below. The path has been paved with rocks and has been guarded with railings, so it's safe but do watch out for leeches. What's remarkable about the path is that is goes through the jungle. If you're a jungle lover like me, do take a walk along this one. The path is rather a long one, but you won't get exhausted, the jungle atmosphere won't let you. Walking through the misty forest gives you a Tarzan feel. Irepeat, if you love forests, so not miss this one!

    

   THE JUNGLE PATHWAY, MANKHIM

Like I said before, we arrived at atime when the monsoon hadn't yet ended in the mountains, so it was really foggy. But during the evening, the fog enveloped the entire hill, thus creating a mysterious atmosphere. If you guys visit Mankhim during such times, you might get enough plot-points for a horror or mystery novel from the evening atmosphere around the home stays... Or maybe, even a real mystery... Who knows? ;)

   THE EVENING FOG, MANKHIM

Travelogue of a thirsty traveller~ Silk Route part 1

                                              SUNRISE AS SEEN FROM MANKHIM VIEW POINT
Beautiful is just an understatement when we're talking about the entire silk route tour.. No I didn't travel all the way to China, I'm talking the part of the historic silk route which lies in north Bengal and parts of Sikkim. If you're looking for a place where you can be all alone, just you and the mesmerising beauty of nature, this is the place. Oh, and the hospitality of the locals. I mean, add up everything that comes to your mind when you think of a calm and quiet getaway from the hustle and bustle of city life in the lap of the picturesque Himalayas. Basically you can't visit this place without a tour agent, and I'd recommend you to contact someone who's from here. They will practically guide you through the entire tour. The main attraction of the entire package is the zig zag road, rest points have been added up to get a place for halting, but boy! Are these added points beautiful! The entire tour can be done in any order of the places. I'll tell you about the order in which we did the tour.
It started off from Sillary Gaon, a small village in north Bengal. It's relatively on  a low altitude so you won't be able to see the magnificence of Kanchenjunga from here, but it won't disappoint with its own flavour. The misty atmosphere, the concert of crickets and the surrounding jungle, almost makes your inner bathroom singer self get an exposure. Sing out loud! Just see to it you don't kill the animals with your voice. Just kidding, heh. Just lay lazily on your chair and watch the mist flow from your balcony, and listen to the song of the mild breeze. If you're much of a "touch and feel the atmosphere" person, like me, take a walk through the forests. The fog hung from the tall trees would surely make you wanna settle here forever. Just watch out for leeches, they're quite a trouble there. Have a sumptuous meal, and get a sound sleep. All in all, this place is a treat to your heart...

SILLARY GAON

let's ruin Spanish tragedy with some useful information and humour

So... On my way to the first post of my blog... But the question was, "What should I post, yaar? Why are people gonna read my stuff?" Well, here's why, because you're probably as jobless as I am and maybe you stay up all night on the internet with no actual reason at all. Well, if you do and you have semesters approaching, then Hola amigo! Yeah, trust me, I know how it feels to meet someone who has no idea what he's doing with his life other than dreaming about making things happen. Whoa whoa, sounds like we're getting introduced here! I love it, making new friends. Well hi, I am Sam (I can hear you guys saying "yeah we know your name, moron", but still, just a touch of formality). What's your name? Huh? Speak louder please? Oops, I forgot, I'm not Dora the explorer. Sorry, my bad. So what are we gonna talk about today... Hmm... Let's think... Okay, being a literature student, I might talk to you guys about some literary stuff.. Naw, don't look so sad. Like I said, my semesters are around the corner. And you guys know how cruel semesters are. So, I'm gonna take revenge on revenge tragedy drama from our syllabus. *Demonic laughter* Ha! Take that, Thomas Kyd(the author)
                 So, today we're ruining "The Spanish Tragedy"... A drama of the revenge tragedy genre and a perfect bedtime story for slam-death metal fans. The drama opens with a prologue.. You guys know what a prologue is, right? In the prologue we find the ghost of Andrea (the regular heartbroken good dead guy, yes GUY. Andrea is a man. Oh I'm sorry, did I just assume his gender?? Ahem, back to the story). We find Andrea, chilling with his homeboy "Revenge" (the name of another ghost. Don't look surprised by such names, Chris Brown named his daughter Loyalty), and telling us how Prosperine in Hades has promised him revenge against his slayer (no, not the band. Andrea's slayer). The slayer is the Portuguese prince... Wait for it... Not Cristiano Ronaldo. No burn intended. The slayer is the Portuguese prince Balthazar, who killed Andrea in a battle. Now that shouldn't produce enough hard feelings for a ghost to plan revenge. Tf, Andrea, take it easy man.. But no, he's terribly butthurt. Because? Enter, the foxy lady of our story.... Bell-Imperia( no that's not a continental dish, it's her name. Yes, WITH the hyphen)... Daughter of the Duke of Castile. She's daddy's good girl with of course, a bitch sister, named Lorenzo ( they did take "did you just assume my gender from my name?" to the next level).. Bell-Imperia was the beloved of the dead guy, Andrea. But we find Horatio, Andrea's buddy seducing Bell-Imperia and whoa, look at that, she's liking it, damn! Horatio, you lucky sonovabitch, bet she calls you "Daddy".. Horatio was the son of Hieronimo (yeah, swallow all these names, and feel my pain!). Balthazar was now an honorable prisoner in Spain, and guess what? He's also in love with Bell-Imperia. Dude, she must be something! Pure Spanish beauty, whoo baby!! So, Balthazar and Lorenzo (the bitch sister) grow suspicious of Bell-Imperia and Horatio's budding romance. In the meantime, Spain and Portugal sign a peace treaty which requires Bell-Imperia and Balthazar to marry (a treaty named "grab'en by the peace") . Balthazar and Lorenzo together go to the arbor one night where  Horatio was giving it hard to Bell-Imperia and they were both high on the feeling (with Kehlani's "gangsta" being played in the background) and... They stab Horatio, and leave Bell-Imperia, because "that booty precious"! Hieronimo, Horatio's dad goes ape-shit crazy "couldn't you mofos kill my child silently?? I'll slay them bitches who woke me up in the middle of the night and I shit you not, mufuggas!!" So Hieronimo, a master planner that he was, plans to avenge the death of his son... Through a drama. Yes, drama. Like, he hates subtlety. He wants it all black metal style. Hieronimo was a "Mayhem" fan of course. So, in the drama, everyone takes part, and in the storyline, the character portrayed by Hieronimo kills the character played by Lorenzo and the character played by Bell-Imperia slays the character played by Balthazar. I know, this entire planning is stupid and unrealistic on many levels, like, how could Lorenzo and  Balthazar agree, on acting in aplay with their enemies, that too where their characters are killed by the characters played by their enemies. Dude, ever heard of the word suspicion? Anyway, they succeeded on killing Lorenzo and Balthazar for real and then there was a scene where Bell-Imperia's character was supposed to commit suicide. Bell went an extra mile and killed herself for real. Hieronimo went "Lol stupid bish,tf you doin'? Hey, hey, that wasn't part of the plan! Oh you died for real? K, lol" When everyone finally got what happened, they captivated Hieronimo, and asked him about his further plan... Idk how there can be anymore further plan, their enemies are dead, but no! There is, and Hieronimo won't talk about it. Fair enough. No, that wasn't enough exhibition of his loyalty towards Spain, he bit his tongue off. This guy has serious mental disorders, I'm telling you. The Duke of Castile (now he's changed his team, he rolls with the Portuguese hood now, sneaky sonovabitch) tells Hieronimo to write about it. Hieronimo asks for a knife to mend his own before writing and he's given a knife and then, of course, he stabs Duke of Castile and then himself. Yeah, you guessed it, Hieronimo was born when the Flash accidentally fucked Deadpool, goddammit Barry... Well, that's ruined Spanish Tragedy for you, but wait, wasn't it ruined already? Anyway, it's the weirdest story you'll ever come across and if too much blood and grotesque killings give you a hard on, then this is the perfect bedtime story for you... Well, that's all folks! Stay with me and we'll talk about weirder shit next time! Till then, see ya!