It was a normal drive to work. For the first time, I didn't see a pack of 4 cars piled up near the moti bagh flyover. I forgot to carry extra cash today. Already spent the 200 I was carrying on petrol and paid the toll from a vintage 50 rupee note. Had to be dishonest yet tactful for I was giving away a note that was half torn and held together by some cello tape. Just before the rajnigandha chowk, on the DND itself, I saw a crowd I usually don't see. A bike was down and someone had bitten the dust with it. I thanked the heavens for he was ok. He didn’t end up like my relative did.
Office is quite dull today. I have to buy an anti-glare screen for my monitor, for I can feel the prolonged hours of exposure to the screen taking the toll on my eyes.
I just can’t stop humming the tune from a computer game. It touches my soul. I strongly feel that the tune was composed keeping in mind the tastes of all the people like me. The low pitch chorus of male voices from the widely played game Halo. I can listen to it all day long. The guy I’ve known for the last 19 years is online. He just told me Halo 3 is out. I know he understands how I feel every time I hear that chorus. He finds the tune intimidating and I say “Yes, me too!” . It’s weird how we both understand what that means.
It scratches the layers of my black heart, for I associate it with death. It sounds like a bunch of friends singing an ode to a fallen comrade. It sounds like a thousand souls weeping for their loved one as if bidding farewell. The beauty lies in the fact that the chorus has no words. It sounds like the beginning and the end. That’s how grand it is.
I’m going 2 floors down to have a soft drink. I know that when I’ll hit the stairs, I’ll be humming the same tune.
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