He was never so content; never had he been more pleased or satisfied. He felt he was flying; a sense of freedom engulfed him completely. He could literally see that the fireworks were lighting up the already beautiful night sky decorated only for his moment of overweening pride and sheer ecstasy with millions and millions of starts. He could see that the other people on the road were looking at him in awe, more like to give him an ovation for his admirable feat. A radiant and captivating smile covered his entire soul and body. His body was getting covered in sweat and blood. It was like his coronation was being conducted with sweat and blood; after all he was an ordinary citizen.
Meet Arijit Singha, an IT professional from the land of the great Subhas Chandra Bose, I mean from Kolkata. The biggest irony of his life was perhaps his name, Arijit means someone who has won over all his enemies and Singha means lion. He was as timid as a mouse. An introvert to the core, he found it very difficult to socialize with the normal folks. No matter Albert Einstein or Warren Buffet was born or Dexter Morgan or Sheldon Cooper was ever created, he would have still won the award for the biggest introvert in the world. His world meant his bag, his headphone and his small collection of songs. He only had a very small number of friends who hardly cared for him. That he stammered when in trouble or under pressure, which was more often than not, did not help his cause either. How he completed his Masters and grabbed a job at one of the biggest IT firms in India was a mystery which even the great Sherlock Holmes, his most favorite fictional character known for his aloofness from human beings and society, would have never been able to solve.
The moment he was out from his coop, his headphones were immediately put on. It was like his armor from his small arsenal to fight against, rather survive, in this cruel and unjust world. His parents were always quite demanding and they could never be happy with him. No matter how hard he tried to satisfy them, he always fell well short of the margin. At one time, he just gave up and accepted the fact that if he could not satisfy his own parents, he would never be able to keep anyone happy. And the seeds of detachment were sown.
Well it was very easy for anyone to understand that he could never say no to anything. So, be it in school, college or at office, he was always exploited. Be it with pressure or puppy eyes, all used to get their things done with him. Well, pressure and squeal always used to work better. His friends and teachers, well, were still somewhat compassionate, but his manager, the torchbearer of the rarest kind of douche, found soon that the only way of communicating with him was yelling at the top of his voice. He genuinely felt pleasure in repeatedly doing so.
‘Miracle’ is the word, the word you need to describe the fact that he did have Arijita in his life. Well she was his girlfriend, a person who was truly in love with him and her only expectation from him was that he kept her forever as his life partner. She saw the hidden gem in him and wanted to help him in all the ways possible. But ‘help’ is something that he had hardly got in his life and he became someone who could never be helped. He always used to think that she would leave her someday being angry or dissatisfied with him. He was irritated and unhappy with his existence. He wanted to somehow wipe him off from the face of this earth but the fear of hurting his parents and Arijita did not allow him to master the courage for doing so. He used to vent his frustrations screaming silently in his bed, muffled with the pillow tightly pulled over his mouth. Earlier he did use to complain to God but as time went by he just acknowledged the fact that his mundane existence would be his only constant companion.
Cut to the day of his glory.
He was really sick for the last couple of days but could never ask his manager for leave; irrespective of the fact that he had shitload of sick leaves left. He was continuously working for the last 10 days without any leave and his health had finally given in. To make things worse for him, he was working to complete the deliverables of the eye-candy of his manager. His part was already done and his manager made sure Arijit did the work of his sweetheart. Result, the work was completed but there was a minute mistake which could have been easily rectified by anyone. But his manager chose the path of punishing him by giving him more work after giving him an earful.
His health and workload did not allow him to look at his watch or his mobile. So, when he saw that he was already late, he thought about calling and informing his parents. But even his trusted mobile betrayed him; it was dead and he had forgotten the charger at home. With everybody already left for the day, he could not ask for a charger. He got more scared about getting abused at home after already enjoying a great day at office.
The bus he took was driving rash to say the least. He felt like an accident was imminent and was scared what would he answer at home, in case he was hospitalized or at office, in case he missed office the next day. But, at that very instant, another thought made him somewhat happy. What if he gets the chance to die in the resulting accident? It was his chance to get rid from this world. He felt sorry for Arijita but made his peace with the fact that she would definitely find someone better than him. Suddenly, he felt excited; a chill ran down his spines. But like all his wishes, this was also not fulfilled. When the other passengers in the bus showered some expletives to the driver, he changed his gear from accident to safety, almost immediately.
The conductor had to vent his anger for the expletives on someone and he unknowingly found the perfect person. He had already asked for fare from him, at least thrice, but he could not hear to his voice. The reprimand from his manager, his inability to say no in doing others work, his sick body, the short and sudden kick of leaving this world and its premature sad ending, the fear of getting scolded at home and of course his loud music helped his cause. A cocktail of emotions and helplessness blocked his already tired and injured mind and soul. It was the turn of the conductor to plunge in. When he was about to get down, he asked the conductor to take his fare. The conductor gave him a taste of classy profanity and he was somewhat thrown out of the bus. For a moment, he stood in the road, numb and silent.
He was not sure what to do. He knew that another round of howling was waiting for him once he reached home. He felt ashamed of the fact that a conductor, who was not even half as educated as he was, got away, making a mockery of him. He did not know what to do; the feeling of such sinking low was nothing new for him but the limit of his endurance was already crossed. He slowly started walking thinking about all these.
Finally, his moment of fame came. He was jubilant, elated. How long did he wait for such a moment? He finally felt that his life was meaningful.
He thanked his overcrowded mind and the headphone as he was not able to hear the repeated and loud horns of the speeding truck which hit him head on.
It was at that moment that he flew away.