Here I forward you an elaborate descript of what took place before my eyes in the presence of my alarmed senses & led to my instant transformation:-
It was the coldest month of year, 2006 and coldest day of month, December. The alarm clock atop the dressing table crackled with a demonic laugh and got me digs both my ears with index fingers. I popped open left eye and punched a fist at the stop button. The clock flashed 04:30 AM. Damn it! What the heck? Its 04:30! Where's the child?? Where are the people and where's that shabby looking priest?? I muttered bewilderingly to myself and jumped on my bed. Oh! So is it? I realized then that it was all in dream, but a real horribly pathetic dream. I dreamt of a sweet blond boy with deep blue eyes playing with a red color ball in a vast plain ground so full of greenery. Few minutes later, weather changes, dark clouds come hovering the sky and one giant black cloud bursts suddenly. The boy gets struck with with lightening produced out of the ripped cloud, pierces him in heart and kills him at the very moment.
Next, I see an Indian man with a brunette wife carrying the dead child and wailing at his death. In the presence of a large assembly of people, the child is burned in the crematorium with ritualistic native chanting by a shaggy looking bearded priest wearing torn out pajamas. It seemed to me as if I've had been both mentally as well as physically present beside the mourning couple and the jeremiad happening before my eyes.
Though it did leave an ire feeling on me, but I shrugged it off soon. I stretched my hand towards the light switch and clicked it, but it didn't turn on. Wondering in dark, I recounted the MCD Worker's words that electricity won't be available till noon. Reluctantly, I dragged off my bed to start my routine work- getting ready for office. At 05:30, I was standing at the pick-up point, waiting for cab. It was an unusual dreary morning with quiet spine chilling cold. The sloppy lane ahead indicated it was a stormy night with heavy rain, might be a hailstorm, which had caused a huge electric breakdown.
While waiting for my pick up, a lackey donning a bamboo cane caught my attention. His limping and hyena like gait created certain unease in me and for a moment, I forgot to exhale out. The crush came in when all of a sudden his one-eyed gaze met mine and the lightening in the sky seemed to pierce my heart. I noticed that his right leg was completely chopped off, but the left one, which he was oddly dragging with the support of bamboo cane, happened to be waiting impatiently to fall out of his groins. Few minutes past the spooky ass was gone leaving a stir that had caused due to his dark voracious look and was unlikely to leave my heart. Seconds later, cab arrived and I was whisked away. Within 10 min, we got dropped near our office
Dammed! Its Sunday..!! I counted with frustration and learned that Sundays, lifts are not functional. Our office was on 7th floor of the building. The place, District Centre is quite a jig for loiterers with so many eateries around and an all-time hit Satyam Multiplex. With it, its famously called 'Suicide Point' for estranged lovers, who after getting a broken heart would come here, mount on the roof of buildings, shed bucket-full tears and after taking an oath of their love, take a dive- sheew!!..Direct to hell. Since, people who suicide commit a sin and are bound to mark their presence before deity, Yamraaj.
That day, the entire buildings and the whole DC happened to be sunk in devilish gloom. It was all dark everywhere, so insipid, never seen before. The employers who deboarded the bus quickly rushed to the building and within a moment I was left there alone, among the dreariness. On seeing 'THE DIPPER' far above in the sky with no star in its proximity, I felt relieved somehow and walked towards the building
. I faced the closed and un-operational lifts, then suddenly got reminded of the construction's backstairs, which were said to be an easier and quicker access to any floor rather than front stairs though a bit murkier than the latter. In order to cutoff the time, I decided to go the odd way and after mustering enough courage diverted to the prohibited way. The flight of stairs was really awkward, spiral in form with extra wide spaces in sequence. A single window with pin-up opaque glass panes was immured on wall on every floor entry. The heightening square steps were slippery due to the preceding nine hours of uninterrupted heavy rain in the area. Being tunneled through in the rear part of the building, these spiral stairs were notoriously famous for their unluckiness. Its walls were termed eaves-dropper and the journey through them said to be an ill-omened way to hell.
Just from the ground floor, it's started transmitting a queer move. With extreme carefulness, I started trotting the way to hell. In the backdrop of dark and foggy surrounding, I reached first floor. Before passing that floor, an out of sorts humming stung my ear. It was a tune, never heard before and a pungent feel raised in me. I remembered and ensured myself again and again that until 10:00 am not a single office opens and moreover, as it was Sunday, so this must be something otherwise. I hurried to cross the floor and come on second floor. Here something stranger
'Low Battery' signal beep of my cell alarmed me and soon off it went. Prancing on my feet, I rushed towards stairs. A few steps more and I was about to access three floor. But I forgot that bad luck is a thing that does not depart so easily and so soon.