That Stupid Smile

How many of you have ever noticed a smile on your face and you thought how is it there and for how long?

Yes it’s that smile I’m talking about – one that keeps building on and on for a few minutes until somebody makes you realize that you have opened your mouth wide enough to eat a donut – whole!

Yes, it’s that smile that makes you feel the true elation and the realization rolls a blush over your cheeks, turning them pink or red! It happened today while I watched the trailer of ‘The Amazing Spiderman – 2’!

Let me tell you that it’s hot and exciting. I find Andrew Garfield, an extremely talented actor and him along with the gorgeous Emma Stone make for a perfect couple in the movie. To make it clear, I loved ‘The Amazing Spiderman’ way much more than I liked any one of the earlier Spiderman movies. The energy that the new Spiderman exhibits is exhilarating and absolutely contagious. And that it has another one of my most favorite actors, Jamie Foxx as the antagonist, makes this movie all the more dear to me!

I wish that I watch the movie the very first day of its release. See if this wish comes true!

Let’s find out what others have wished for –

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You know what’s so special about superheroes and common man? A superhero wants to pretend as a common man while a common man wants to pretend as a superhero. The difference is between the need, the want and their aspirations. They are a case of dichotomy!

One is a superhero and needs to show himself as a man to gel better while the other is a common man but wants to be a superhero to look different.

We grew up watching and reading superheroes. As the childish innate desire grows to emulate them – their heroics, their generosity and their responsibility, the child grows too. Like all desires have their ceilings, this too has only two ways to go with age – either to get killed in the whirlwind demands of the world or come out, turn us into real superheroes of the world.

Some people choose roles that make them humans while others decide differently. While the former dissolve in the sea of normalcy, the others become the insoluble particles always visible. When we see them, we talk about them and decide whether they be acted upon. Whether they be left there untouched or be filtered out. We decide what to make out of them.

In this world where the different is what’s noticed, the value of the act in the eye of the observers decides if doers are really our superheroes. Since each act is scrutinized for we are too judgemental, we sometimes forget that in the end, they are humans too.

While this designation of superheroes may or may not necessary be happening at a worldly scale, it may be happening in our small little lives. This designation may or may not be happening at the doers expense too. It may have already happened in our subconscious without us even knowing about it.

But since most of us need a figure to look up to, we first choose them from among each other. Most often, they are dads, moms, grandmas, grandpas or a simple caretaker even. But they all exist and sometimes we fail to analyze and see these mere mortal men and women as humans. Vulnerable to the world and prone to mistakes themselves.

I pointed this out, because for some reason humanity is the last practical virtue we learn in our lives. By then we have already placed it below so many other crappy values that it becomes hard to find in the face of some simple human needs and desires.

While you may run in this world scathe free, your superheroes always have to watch out for their reputation in your eyes for your heart just can’t be broken. For this, some may even sacrifice their secret desires, their aspirations for the latter part of their lives when they have seen their children grow up, get married. The question for them will always remain – what do you need?

While the others may just break a few hearts and return to being humans and fulfil their own aspirations from their lives for their part in their small world is complete. They make their point clear to their world and tell them – we got to do what we got to do. The question for them is – am I done with my responsibility?

Both the sides live in this world harmoniously and yet when they do show their faces, both of them are right! Which side are you on?

Save Me – Miracle Cops

Maya had spoken but cops waited for a better contestable version. Her words weren’t enough for them to form a convincing story and so they waited while the doctors ascertained that Maya wasn’t raped. With her body reduced to a pulp, doctors had a hard time finding internal wounds and only machines using x-rays and ultrasounds could make any progress.

Amit meanwhile could only wait outside the door. The sparkling radiance on her face and the persistent saintly smile were awe-striking. He wondered why could she not just stand up and walk home. She still looked fresh except for the wounds on her swollen lips and a right blue eye. As tired as he was, he kept recalling the vision of Maya leaving the house that morning with him with his eyes closed abreast the broken turnstile. And once in a while he’d hear a crackling laugh, those innocent eyes, those soft hands, the feather-light touches and how she would always look so sexy.

A dream sequence that crashed with a tap on his right shoulder. He turned around to find Kumar, S.H.O. of Police of the area with a diary and a cellphone. “This ain’t gonna be good” – he snuffed.

“Is Maya your wife?” – Kumar asked. Amit nodded his confirmation.

“When did you last see her before hospital?” – Kumar kept noting the conversation occasionally looking up.

“What has that got to do with this situation?” – Amit bumped his volume.

“Doctors here are quite sure that this isn’t a rape case. If it’s molestation, even you are a suspect. Now answer my questions clearly.” – Kumar blew on Amits amped voice.

“We left home together and I dropped her at her office.” – Amit controlled himself.

“Was there any fight? Hows your married life?” – Kumar continued jotting his observations furiously.

“We’re very happy. No fights!” – Amit asserted.

“Do you have kids? – Kumar continued.

“Yes – two boys – Rahul and Sunny.” – Amit continued.

“Did you notice anything odd with her behavior recently?” – Kumar was unnerved.

“Like?” – Amit was curious now.

“Her sleeping pattern, her phone calls, her behavior with the children?” – Kumar was getting into the zone.

“Nothing. She is a lovely wife and an excellent mother.” – Amit wanted to get over with this fast. He wasn’t liking the line of questions.

“Do you have her phone? I would like to see her text messages and see whom had she been calling.” – Kumar got the police work going.

“I have it but why are you doubting her so much? She is the victim here!” – Amit wasn’t gonna let Kumar put Mayas reputation at stake.

“I am searching for a motive and the molesters.” – Kumar was now maintaining eye contact.

“What if I say that this was random and I don’t want this inquiry?” – Amit was stern.

“Nothing is random. There has to be a motive. Regarding the inquiry, it’s not for you to decide. An FIR has to be lodged and she will need to be transferred to a bigger hospital where tests will be done.” – Kumar calmly explained the ways.

Amit was having none of it though – “She hasn’t been raped and I don’t want to press any charges for molestation. I know it was random and you will find no motive.”

“Tell me something. Are you or aren’t you involved in this? You definitely sound like you are.” – Kumar got his flair talking.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I LOVE MY WIFE!” – Water had just risen past Amits head.

“Then why do you want to abandon this inquiry? We assure you that you or your familys reputation will suffer no harm. No names are used but we want to bring the culprits to justice and I think so should you! During the procedure, you may have to only pop into the police station twice or thrice and I assure you, you won’t be bothered.” – Kumar was perplexed.

“She wants to lead a peaceful life and we don’t want any disturbance. This is very disturbing already and only God knows what she has been through tonight. The cops in the hospital have already started prepping stories about her. If you want to control something, control their tongues. Whatever has happened tonight, she’ll want to forget it as soon as possible and you and your inquiry won’t let her forget it. I will not see my wife disturbed ever again and I take full responsibility for my decisions. My decision is – I don’t want an inquiry and so doesn’t she, so leave us alone.” – Amit had taken his stand and withered away from the conversation wanting an end to it.

Kumar understood this and said – “I’ll still need Mayas statement to make a report and am outside in my car. Let me know if you want to tell me something. And please give me her cellphone so I can get an unofficial inquiry done while I’m here.”

Amit didn’t realize the only mistake he was about to make and handed him the phone. Kumar trudged off.

Talking to Kumar had planted some doubts in Amits mind particularly about Kumar and his intentions but he’ll wait for Maya to narrate the story. He knew he couldn’t take chances. He was again looking into the room where Maya was housed. All he wanted was to somehow hug her tight and let her know he’ll be there for her forever and nothing could change his love for her.

He looked outside the window where Kumar was working furiously on Mayas phone with his right hand and was talking on his own with his left. He wondered what was Kumar up to. And where the hell is Gaurav?

Save Me – Hospital

The scenes were frantic at the hospital. Some scared doctors and nurses kept running around, knowing full well the patient was still deep in danger of running aground. Some pale faces had seen her condition and couldn’t believe the body lying in front of them could still breathe.

Nothing, not even the experienced doctors, said that she would survive. The red and blue marks on her still glistening skin told a very sad story. But Amit knew in his heart knew that she was going to wake up any moment now. He found it hard to fathom what would have went down with Maya but that could be dealt with, later. He didn’t want to leave her alone but still went out to find a silent corner to shed a tear or two. He knew he had to be strong and emotions, if retained will weaken him. He had to shed them, just the way he had done his whole life.

Not to be. The police in Bollywood movies always has a habit of ‘making an entrance’ at the most awkward moments and here they were, in real life, standing right across the reception seeking Maya. Amit rushed in, and carefully pressed his palms on her cheeks, a part which was left unhurt. Her fingers fluttered momentarily, he held her hands still looking deep into her face for any reaction from her eyes. A minute went by before she finally gave her tired and hurting eyes a twitch. She opened them and a smile sparked across her lips.

A cop and a doctor entered the room and the cop in a very daunting voice asked – “Is she Maya?”. Amit nodded in affirmation. He came close to Amit and gave her face a fleeting glance before turning his attention towards the doctor. Amit joined the conversation. He wanted to make sure, no assumptions were made about his wife. He was sure, these were the cases where a females personal characteristics were often questioned and objected on. Her choices, her lifestyle, her relationship with her partner, her household demeanour may be questioned and he didn’t want Maya to be subjected to any such disturbing questionnaire.

It was his turn to take the matters into his own hands and he will stay very strict even if the President of India was to stand in front of him. He will be a stone and nothing else,  with his sympathy and empathy only towards his wife and no one else. He still had to hear what Maya had to say but whatever she would say, will remain absolute.

Cop approached her and asked softly, leaning close to her ears and Amit watching ever more closely – “Ma’am, can you tell me what happened?”. Maya, as furious and hurtful as she would feel, mumbled unclearly in spit of words – “metro… station… 5… men… beat me… van… hospital” and then tears rolled from her eyes.

Amit could make out what she wanted to say but as her throat was hurting from the pulls and shoves at the hands of the beasts, she was unable to clear her and he now knew, she wanted to cry. She was hating the sight of a cop in front of her as she found it embarrassing to bare her misery in front of him. Amit took the lead, crossed the cop and leaned against Maya and said – “Baby, just relax… whatever happens from now on… is your wish…”. She nodded affirmatively and exhaustion pushed her to her next half an hour of sleep.

She woke up again to see not just one but a herd of cops in front of her. In that while, doctors had finally done their work and ascertained that she will survive and no internal injuries could be noted so far. The cops and the doctors though, were still unclear whether to touch her or not.

Right then, a senior cop arrived and asked for Amit. Amit immediately went to him and asked what was it he wanted. The cop asked politely – “We would like to have an inquiry set up for this case and I need certain details from you. Have you talked to your wife yet?” No. “Has she yet indicated what may have happened to her?” He told him what she had said in front of the smaller cop and smaller cop had then nodded in affirmation. He then asked the doctor – “Is she in any danger of losing her life?” The doctor replied with a “No”.

All this while Amit was getting a clear signal in his head, the cop didn’t want to do much. They were apprehensive after what had happened from an earlier incident, a very negative image of them would pop up in the brains of the people – something they didn’t want at all costs.

Save Me – The Prelude

Amit had turned into a steadfast disciplinarian after marriage. He had vowed to never let his pre-marriage sluggishness slow his career and family down. And it rubbed on his family too. They would wake up early, spend time together and move on to the day. Dinners were together and so were the weekends. They loved and admired each other. For his children, he was a role model.

But he woke up early that morning. It was 5:00 and he couldn’t sleep again. He freshened up and came close to Maya who still looked fresh like she was fooling him with her sleep. The autumn sun had begun to make way through the window panes and Amit noticed it was disturbing her. He playfully placed a finger to put a shadow on her eyes. She relaxed. He then removed it slowly. He repeated it and got the same response. The third time, she slowly moved her eyelids and opened her eyes. She loved waking up this way and Amit knew it. They held palms together and he helped her get up to rest against the head of the bed. It was very quiet. The kids would wake up in half an hour and they wanted to spend this precious time together. She got up, prepared tea when she noticed, Amit staring at her from the kitchen door. She felt amazing with this attention and went up to him and hugged him real tight.

Amit needed this and so did she. Somehow Maya always knew what he wanted and the same stood for Amit. They felt love. And yet the uneasiness that had woken him up, didn’t subside. He whispered in her ears while holding her against his chest – “Can you skip work today? Lets watch a movie together at home”. He sounded so excited that Maya almost gave up the thought of office but the reports struck her head immediately and she said – “Baby, you’ll have all my time from a few months later. Let me finish my office tenure on a high and not flunk on a few bugging reports. Boss gets irked”. Amit almost knew her answer to the letter and yet somehow controlled his anger hormones and answered wryly – “Sure!”.

They broke their hold finally and started their respective days. Woke up their children, bathed them, got ready themselves, pulled the car out of the garage after a heavy breakfast and scurried into the traffic. Amit just couldn’t yet get his gaze off from Maya. She looked stunning and he was jealous of her male colleagues for they got to see her more than he did. The pinches of uneasiness in his heart though, had started to show on his face now.

After dropping her off at her office and children to their schools, Amit after a few miles stopped to text Maya – “Would it be possible for you to come home early today? I just want to see you home in bed today”.

He drove again after a pat on his steering wheel and his phone beeped with her reply – “I’m really sorry sweetheart but no”.

Maya couldn’t help but think of Amits behaviour and wasn’t sure of what exactly was bothering him. He had never pushed her from work till date and it was awkward. He had always been laid back and he knew all this would end soon.

Amit in his office, on rarest of occasions, was seen pacing the floor and some even saw his temper flying. He wanted Maya so bad and couldn’t wait to hold her in her arms again in the evening. He even thought of visiting Maya during the lunch but later rationality struck and he gave up the thought. He worked and waited for the evening – drinks and bed. He had smiled.

Maya on the other hand was having a rough day. A few mistakes hither and thither, were already pushing her behind her schedule. She had thought of calling Amit after lunch but Boss had come calling. She had given up and began waiting for her time with Amit in the evening. She had smiled.

She just didn’t know, Gurgaon had other plans for her tonight.

Save Me – Adam and Eve!

Maya was the pie among the sister-younger brother duo. Nothing could take the pride off from her parents’ eyes for she had turned into a brilliant and free minded child. She was creative, intelligent and foremost independent. They knew she will one day make them proud and they allowed her all the freedom to flower into a fine lady. And Oh! How she did so!!

A boring and clueless engineering course paved way to her dream – Entrepreneurship. Her own business was her idea of making a mark on the world and she surely would leave no stone unturned to leave a few on her path to success. She was right most of the time and this turned her into a cruelly stubborn boss. People who worked for her, had to bear with her attitude, a possession she was very proud of. Her penchant to look far into the future and her sharp business acumen often left her counterparts and business partners mesmerized and bewildered. Her clientele grew steadily and a few years later, she was the envy of the town. She had achieved so much in just 3 years and was yet to turn 23 with a long way to go.

With success and glory illuminating her path, her parents decided to hook her up. She never had time to date men. Good men were hard to find and the closest, a dirty male soul had ever gotten to her was right in the circumference of her slap which was delivered promptly. Ads on the internet garnered a fair a response and after resisting a lot of offers, she finally gave in to her parents and decided to meet Amit.

The world Amit was raised in, gave him a lot less freedom to communicate openly. His parents were strict, expected a lot from him and after a while of sustained pressure, he crumbled in his final year of engineering. For it took an entire year for him to get through the last semester, was his greatest guilt. He had not only let his family down but himself too. He was a bright child but had experienced his childhood a lot differently than his younger and by his own admittance, an even brighter brother. The results never showed his true potential and he didn’t know what career path to take, so he gladly obliged by following what his parents wanted.

A lot of fight and struggle turned him into a toughened young man and he understood the world better. He was practical and appreciated the use of attitude, power and free will. This was where Maya was his right match.

Across the table they sat talking business, future and career. They instantly hit it off and understood they were made for each other. Their eyes never left the others and they dived right into the heart of the matter – life. How they perceived it and had seen it, they were open and crystal clear about their feelings. After 5 hours of wine and food, they knew only 1 thing about each other – Gratification and acceptance of truth were mutual – qualities both cherished. Amit had fallen head over heels for her beauty and with everything else included, he knew she was the first right thing to have happened to him in his life – Thank God for internet – he had mused with a smile.

Dating, engagement and marriage were swift, productive and affectionate. They moved to New Delhi and while they were both aware of the dangers of living in NCR, progress wasn’t negotiable.

4 years into the marriage and things had changed dramatically. While Amit blossomed in his career, marriage turned to be a kryptonite for Mayas career. 3 flop deals and 2 failed pregnancies later, Maya was seeing the ebb of her career. She was disturbed for she hadn’t contributed to her household the way she had always wanted to and for a while too. Amit had forever been there for her but for him – Someone’s got to earn and feed first – and the distance had grown. So she decided to get a job. While it wasn’t as high paying as her business, she could still hold her head high at home and it was satisfying for now while she gathered her resources to get her business started again.

A year and a half into her job, she had turned into a vital cog for her department. Nothing went in or out without her consent and her boss never had to worry about any reports ever again. It was one of these reports that would get her late from her work again. But this night had taken it’s turn for the worst.


There she lay abreast the automatic sliding door of the hospital where she mumbled – SAVE ME!! She had dragged herself to there, was visibly out of breath and was quite sure, she felt no air around her.

The guard wasn’t available but the receptionist Rebecca who had quick eyes, spotted a body at the front door.  She ran and cried out for someone to help her pick the body up. Satisfied that the injured was still breathing, they quickly moved the patient into a secluded ward where she underwent her inspection for external injuries. While calling the head doctor, the juniors started to do the needful with tears in their eyes resigned to her oncoming fate. She wouldn’t survive – was a tale being told by their sorry eyes. Amongst the frantic screaming and calling, she broke the silence – “Please call my husband” – and fainted again. A phone fell out of her hand and the staff quickly found the number of her husband who was immediately called.

The husband who had run scared, around the city all night, petrified by what may have happened, picked up the call –

“Hi, I’m Rebecca calling from Sanct Hospital at Samp and we have a woman who has saved your number as her husband. Could you please arrive here as soon as possible? She’s badly hurt.” Click!

A car screeched on the front drive way 10 minutes later and out jumped 2 men and ran towards the emergency ward. They knew the hospital well and didn’t seem to care for directions. Gaurav and Amit weren’t phased by the security guard who had chased them since they had broken one of the barriers down at the main gate.

Amit entered the ward, found her unconscious, went close to her and with his fluttering hands, he touched her forehead. She didn’t move. He bent down to get closer, touched her hands unrepelled by the stink, all he felt was a sorry saga on her injured body. He immediately understood what may have went down.

How could he wake her up? Her sleep now was killing him. He started rubbing her cold hands too frightened to try anything else. He could see everything around but could feel only her. He knew she will wake up but how? He dug his right hand behind her neck, picked her up carefully and kissed her nape. He felt a pressure on his other palm. He slowly picked his head and saw her eyes fluttering desperate for a vision. He moved in front of her and she had tears of pain. He knew it all but all he could say was – “Baby, it’s gonna be alright!” She fainted again. He dropped her hands and ran for the doctor who had created a commotion outside.

“I can only start the treatment when the cops have arrived. I can’t touch or analyze her till I have a written permission from the police. She may still have clues on her about what may have happened.”

Amit replied – “She will die before they arrive. Why is she not being taken care of? You want money, here have it all but start the god damn treatment.” He pulled out his wallet.

He went on to  shove the doctor inside the ward with all his power with Gaurav and all other shell-shocked staff looking on. He was just way too frightened to respond to Amits call for help. When he did come to his senses, he stood as the guard outside the ward to not let any unwanted person inside. Both the men understood, the best way to handle this situation is to not let it get out of their hands.

Amit registered the patient as Maya. The cops hadn’t reached and they could still decide, depending on how Maya was doing, whether to register a complaint or not. He went in. Another hour passed and no cops had shown up. They were all starting to lose hope. Gaurav meanwhile ran for the cops.

Suddenly Maya woke up again. Amit was staring deep into her eyes. Both of them had tears rolling down their cheeks, not of pain but love. She knew she was safe now. Amit saw the unwavering strength in her eyes and got convinced of her survival. All he had to do now was to get the moron doctor on her case to start inspecting her for internal injuries. She slept again.

Amit started – “Doctor, even if the police don’t come in soon enough, you aren’t destroying any evidence. Please for Gods sake start the investigation for internal injuries”.

Doctor answered – “As much as you care about her, I do too but this is a big hospital and we have protocols to keep up and in such cases we can’t touch her before we have cops here.”

Amit was furious and shouted – “What if she dies?”

The doctor looked at Amit whose hands were trembling with fury and Gaurav who had now entered the ward to give a helping hand. Doctor picked up his cell and called his superior who told him to start the investigation remaining very careful to not let any evidence get destroyed.

Maya was then moved to ICU and even in her sleep looked assuring about her will to live.


To read the first part, please click here – SAVE ME – I

This is my first ever attempt at serious writing. I know it may not seem much and seem much less than what our seasoned bloggers may have achieved, but please try to give all your feedback. I would appreciate every comment and feedback, good or bad and try to improve in the coming parts in the series. Thank You for reading this. Cheers!

Save Me – I

Before starting to read this, please beware that the post has mature and violent content and is recommended to be read only by adults.

She got ready to leave when another file arrived. She didn’t want to be late for her home again. Oh no – not another late night stay at the office, for they were unfruitful and weren’t getting her family’s life anywhere. Her 2 sons only saw her face in the mornings and she knew that husband had forgotten her touch and she had no clue if he even yearned for it any more. She missed it too but these deadlines were killing her. It had been 4 months since their last bed adventure. She looked at her hands and noticed a few extra wrinkles popping up – she would make amends with all of her family on their marriage anniversary. She would let her husband know, how much she loves him and how much she still craves for his kisses on her nape. A smile escaped her lips and she had goosebumps at the very thought. Her sons deserved gifts for their grades in the mid-terms.

But she had to complete this report tonight. Just another month of this frenzy and she’ll quit her job to settle for a much quieter life with her family. Oh how much she loved ’em all!

3 hours later after she had wrapped her report, it was exactly 9:37 pm. By the time she’d reach home, it’d be 11:30 and she knew a heated encounter with her husband was definitely on the cards. But first things first and she quickly boarded an auto-rickshaw for the METRO train station. A look at the loo at the station and she knew, a visit was overdue – such was her hurry. A quick glance at the mirror and the empty loo and she knew she was still looking dangerously fine in her sleeveless deep cut kurta and her black leggings paired with 4 inch heels – attire that people of the great city of Gurgaon didn’t embrace much.

And just as the thought crossed her mind, a hand reached her behind her head, grabbed hold of her hair and her bag and dragged her out of the lady’s room, onto the empty station and across into the mens room. Too aghast to even shout, she frantically fought with all 10 hands that had started groping her, her eyes and mouth tight shut by a few of them. Some were at her breasts, some behind her and some on her legs, her hands pinned by 2 legs. She could see nothing – it was dark. They were scratching her, trying to rip her clothes apart and she felt something really cold going down in her throat into her empty stomach with her teeth clattering against an opening of a bottle. Alcohol. And then a moment of silence. Too frightened to open her eyes, they started pouring warm liquid all over her. What was it – Pee! Onto her face, into her mouth it went everywhere and all she could smell was alcohol. They beat her up, into her ribs, her face, thighs, calves, shoulders, guts – she could feel the thick hard-plastic and hard rubber soles of their shoes digging inside her flesh with every kick. The torture continuing for what seemed like ages.

She was under intense nausea now with so much alcohol inside her and losing her consciousness fast. They dragged her onto her feet again and she limply followed them while they held her hands behind her shoving her into a van.

They took turns beating her up inside the van while they roamed scot free on the roads of Delhi. She saw people peeking inside the van at traffic stops but no one seemed to care. After what was an eternity, the atrocities came to an end when they mercilessly threw her out of the moving van into an abandoned garbage corner. She was unconscious and laid there in her bare minimums and clothes on the road. As the morning started to grow by early morning she regained consciousness, found her bag, wore her still pee-drenched clothes and with no help available, dragged her severely bruised body to the nearest hospital.

With all the courage and power through the searing pain that she could muster, she could only faintly mumble – SAVE ME!