Night Show (First Half)

Posted: March 24, 2012 in Cricket
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STATUTORY WARNING: If you are reading this then this warning is for you.Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second of your life.Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all who claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think everything you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told you should want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and m**********n. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned…

 

Night Show

The window seat at the back of my taxi was occupied by a gentleman who was clad in grey Emporio Armani suit. He was so busily immersed in conversation with somebody over his Versace mobile. The diamond studs reflectionwas clearly visible in my rear view mirror.

Why don’t you come up and see me sometime.” The fellow who was sitting at the back called out.

You talkin’ to me” asked I for I wasn’t very sure.

“Yea”

“What for?” I asked him looking through my rear view mirror.

You can’t handle the truth” he said trying to increase my curiosity.

As if!” I gave him a stubborn reply. I had to show him some attitude. I don’t want to be commanded by anyone. That’s the reason I drive at night. Being a taxi driver in broad daylight makes me feel so stingy. I like darkness anywhere and everywhere. I find solace driving taxi in the nights and watching porn at theatres in the morning. Sex doesn’t excite me but darkness does.And driving is my passion.I’m an excellent driver.

“I know you won’t be willing but please understand you have to come”

All-righty then!” I said and went in the direction he insisted me to go.

I’m not much of a thinker. Thinking makes people stupid. There is a kid who stays in the apartment beside me whose mama says, “Stupid is as stupid does”. I ain’t stupid. I didn’t have a reason to think too. I could do anything that comes to my mind because I’m a born orphan. A boy’s best friend is mother but I don’t have a mother.

I was going at a steady speed. There were pimps and prostitutes doing their usual business at the road side. I didn’t mind them. I always sit in my yellow beauty wearing yellow jacket with a huge black scorpion symbol behind. I had cut my hair in Mohawk style and colored it yellow. Yellow lights in the street reflected as it touched the yellow surface of my car which made my hair glitter.

The gentleman was quiet whenwe rode on afreeway. There was only one road but it was deserted. It didn’t have any lights.

“Be careful there’s a hump” cried the gentleman.

I carefully negotiated it, “What hump?This is nothing mister.” He seemed to be familiar with this road. The road not taken.

The only sound that came out from the road was from our cars engine. Even it stopped once we entered a heavily barbed compound. I didn’t know that such place existed around there. There weren’t many guards but the place looked to me heavily guarded.

The security at the main gate saw the gentleman in suit and allowed us to enter. I parked the car in a nearby porch and walked along with the gentleman. It was raining but we both being proud individuals didn’t run for shelter.

We both entered a big doom shaped building. There was a bar at the entrance. We both sat in the bar chair ready to make orders.

The lady with skimpy yet clad dress came to us and asked me, “What do you like to have sir?”

I’ll have what she’s having” said I pointing to the television.

Before she could go the gentleman ordered, “No I’ll order for you. A martini. Shaken, not stirred.”

Why don’t you get out of that wet coat andinto a dry martini?” he said to me, simultaneously removing his coat.

And he ordered for himself too, “Give me a whisky, ginger ale on the side.And don’t be stingy, baby.”

The waitress came with a whisky, martini and some food wrapped in a white paper.She served those with a sensual smile.

I asked her, “What is that?”

“They call it a, ‘Royale with cheese’” replied she and went off.

“Give me a minute I’ll be back.”He said and left with his glass of whisky and burger.

There was a well carved wooden door at the side of the bar. The gentleman entered inside the room. He didn’t lock the door which I didn’t know was intentional or not.

I could hear voices from the room.

“I’ve brought him” That was a familiar voice so should’ve been the gentleman who came in my taxi I guessed.

“But are you sure he’ll accept the offer?” he asked the other one.

I’m going to make him an offer which he can’t refuse” replied the other guy in a grumpy voice. I was so curious to meet him. I was happy for the gentleman for it was after a span of five years I felt curious. Right after my war tenure got over I was least bit interested in things.

The gentleman came out hurriedly and apologized “Sorry, sorry I’m a bit late I had to do the ….”

Never apologize and never explain, it’s a sign of weakness.” I said before he could complete the sentence.

Meanwhile an old man with his cat entered the bar. He gave me a stern uncompassionate look but his eyes were so eager to say something.

“Tell me about yourself” the old man’s voice was even grumpier as he was very near me.

“Am I attending an interview. May I know who you are” I dared to talk to him like this.

“Ha ha.Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!” he said to the gentleman and continued, “I’m the king of the world. Don Corleone. You’d have heard about me.” The old man said and had a hearty laugh. It was appreciated with a wry smile from the gentleman.

“No I haven’t heard about you” I said which was like a slap in his face.

“You’re tough my boy” said the old man to me. Caressing his cat all the while which seemed to be so happy in his arms.

I ain’t so tough” said I in a flatter tone.

“Ha ha. Save that attitude for the rest of your life. Before that I’ve an offer for you. An offer which you can’t refuse”

“Before knowing the offer, of all the people why you selected me?” I asked him.

I have always depended on the kindness of the strangers.” Said the old man and sat in the sofa near the bar.

“But I don’t help strangers. Bye” said I and started to walk back to the door.

“But why don’t you give it a try? After all, tomorrow is another day

You don’t understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender, I could’ve been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am” I shouted in frustration.

I nodded as an approval. He asked me to sit and the other gentleman also sat in the sofa by my side.

“And this is…” before he could finish the gentleman beside me introduced himself, “Bond, James Bond.”

I gave a customary glance at both of them. The don continued talking. “I’ve a job for you. Off late my enemies are playing hide and seek a lot too often and this time they’ve hid my daughter Stella and asking a ransom. I don’t have any qualms giving ransom but I want that guy to be dead by tonight because I want by baby right here on her birthday. Do you copy gentleman?”

“But why should I do a favour? I want to be alone. I’ve had enough of it”

“Here’s the catch. The stranger has kidnapped your ex-girlfriend along with my daughter. I’m sure that you’re fond of her still. Even if you don’t love her I still need you to go and find my daughter because I haven’t found a more honorable man in the entire city. You also know that I don’t take no for an answer. Tell me lad would you like to play a game?”

Let the game begin” I said even though so many questions were lingering on my mind.

Excellent!Go ahead make my day.May be force be with you.”

“Allow me to accompany you till the door” said Bond. While walking to the door Bond said, “I know what you’re thinking but I can’t do this job as the kidnapper is very familiar of me and my style. Mr. Corleone here doesn’t want to risk his daughter’s life. So you’re the perfect choice”

Well, nobody’s perfect.” Said I and went past him.

After a few paces he caught up with me. He opened the door for me and it was still raining. “I think you’re gonna need a bigger boat. But don’t you worry everything is arranged for you at the gate.”

I hate being instructed but I didn’t let my anger go by wasting it on him. I saved every bit of it to show to the one who had kidnapped my girl. My ex-girlfriend that is.

Intermission

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