The PHONE CALL
It was time that I quit this job. I was intruding into the domains of private sanctuary for too long and the anguish I caused at this infringement has filled me to the brim, plainly I had enough.
If people wanted to buy something they have to be given the sympathetic allowance of going to the shop. Coercing their confirmation by braking into their house and dangling the product under their nose, shoving it up there face, pushing them into the corner until they shout out “All right, all right I will buy it”.
No I had enough of this corporate “an offer you cannot refuse” business.
I will probably go back to teaching in the coaching center in the Inner circle of Cannaught Circus in that derelict building. I will probably save enough to keep the petrol in the belly of my Splendor .If I can get another job of teaching Java somewhere I am sure I can soon afford a decent flat in perhaps in Pahargunj or near Kashmir gate.
I may be able to make up enough of a deposit to finally find one decent girl and start a family. Mom would have been so proud she got the diabetic attack at the middle of the night when I was away. Thank god the doctor told me that she had died instantly. She had continuously nagged me about getting married, Dad had passed away a long time back and she was all alone in our two bedroom one kitchen flat.
She would sit in the wicker chair by the side of the charpoy in one of her clairvoyant moods forecasting doom. The diabetes had practically sucked her dry she was all bone then her skin loose as dried leather discolored in patches of white leukemia. Her hair had thinned to white straw ,eyes had retreated into black holes ,her face had shrunk thinning her lips showing her teeth which had turned black with paan stain and a few had fallen off from their dark rotting pink of gums .
“You wont marry, I will die nobody will come to know you will find me being eaten by rats”
Her prediction came to true in all its fine macabre detail.
She got her hypoglycemic attack in the bathroom at around 10:00 at night. She died on the spot when I finally found her I was guided by a dead nauseating stench that filled our colony and woke up the neighbors.
The rats were there black Delhiwala rats with there naked tails as big as you can imagine. They were having the prophesied dinner on my Mom .They had managed to tear out the shrunk skin and at portions had started to gnaw at her bones at the arm pits, eye sockets and at her groins. One of them had already made a meal of one of her eye balls and a red rivulet flowed out of her left eye socket. I had taken the broom to beat them back .I had to beat to kill a few making a jam of my mom’s blood soaked fur, blue innards bursting out after being filled up with the remains of my lonely mom .
I cleaned her and burnt her remains ,it was over I killed her then fed her to those rats .She died as I was calling up some fuck back in some place in America .
I Killed her, I killed her …………………………………………………………….. Oh I killed her and then fed her to the rats.
After that the dreams started .It will come in the morning when I would get my sleep. I could not sleep at night obviously I would have to get it after 9:00 in the morning. I will close my eyes and see her.
She would sit in her wicker chair by the charpoy .I could feel that nauseating dead stench that had guided me to her. She would be their rats hanging from her straw hair. From her left eye socket dangled the posterior of a black rat long naked tail making inverted question marks in the air. The rats covered every inch of her the multitude of those ecstatic black ravenous mass.
Somewhere a phone was ringing incessantly.
“Son get the phone I can’t tolerate the phone any more”
“Please answer the phone its bursting my ear drums, get the phone”
I could find no phone but in the back ground I could hear the whispers.
“HDFC is selling gold at a discount, buy them now”
“We are providing Life interest no medical checkup no lengthy paperwork”
The volume rises and takes up a hoarse tone drowning up mom’s pleas .Taking up a hoarse accent.
“BUY A HOUSE, BUY GOLD BUY INSURANCE”
The sound reaches a crescendo as I am engulfed in its oncoming fury.
“BUY BUY BUY BUY BUY”
I wake up I am drenched in sweat; the dream had brought in a masturbation.
Sept 9, Chadni Chowk – A call center employee committed suicide by hanging himself from the fan using the phone receiver cable. The employee had just resigned from the Call center in that very evening .Primary reports are unavailable but so far reports indicate a case of physiological depression brought on by stress. The Call center in question was unavailable for comment.
Staff Correspondents.
SEPT 28- No possible explanation could be provided by medical experts on the recent spate of unexplained Deaths that has been plaqueging
The
Independent Correspondent
Sept 10-Health Ministry officials have put out a plaque alert after reports flew in from different portions of the city of an abnormal population explosion of Rats. Biologists had no explanation for those sudden unexplained behavior. The reports so far indicated scenes from various parts of the city of thousands of rats flowing out of the city gutters and attacking any thing at sight. The army has been called in to get a control over the situation.
