A private funeral at Georgetown cemetery. Tears and silence. Pain and hopelessness.
She lay beside Raphael. The epitaph on her headstone read:
Here lies Evette Zuriel, died September, 1994
Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.
I know it sounds or rather seems crap when read, and in truth, it isn’t as much dramatic. But I hope you got the idea. And had a small laugh or grunt.
Rohil, this one is for you. I hope you find it simple enough.
How the heart can change? How ur feelings can change? How u can change? Now, before u get down to some of those baba ramkrishna talk, please take the dirtiest, filthiest, rubbish(iest) thing in view in ur hands (I wonder if that thing happens to b a hammer!!), close ur eyes(u will need to!), and like a devout jehadi(i.e. without applying any common sense) bang ur head thrice(in somecases, only twice) with that thing. Then, u r ready to further read the article. Now, after all that shit, lets come down to the point.
A few weeks back,when I commented that I hated pizzas so much that when I saw one I started getting nighmarish visions of rags, started to have convulsions more violent and dangerous than those that I get during chemistry classes,and yes people, believe it or not, I was WRONG. Now, u must b wondering how a hardcore pizza-jehadi turned into a pizza-worshiper. It’s a long story. U need some time to listen to it properly.Here it goes but before that grab some popcorn and start munching(at least pretend to do so!!!!!)
It was a long and lonely night. I was a warrior, defeated and bruised, torn apart by that invincible,horrible, terrible enemy called organic chemistry in the school. Red drops of frustation lined my eyebrows. I felt like dying(not really!!). And then I had an idea. Why should I b defeated by such a f**k**g enemy as chemistry. Why not take on a bigger enemy and declare my supremacy. And it took approximately 0.004576 nanoseconds to realize my new foe. It had to b that repellant #$%#$ called PIZZA. I decided to face it eye to eye my soul fuelled by that invincible desire. All ready and dressed up , I marched towards PIZZA HUT. In 5 minutes, I was standing at its gate all ready to take the enemy by horns and squash it to the ground. It was all “aaj to tu gaya….teri to… ek jhapad lagaoonga….” All Tushar Dutt style.I entered the enemy’s territory. It was a different realm which deserves a new paragraph.
The first thing(or rather “things”) my eyes noticed (they r pretty trained at that) were…uhhhnn.......u can guess it…..cmon……obviously, girls, yaar!!! Forget that god-damn revenge and my so called dreaded enemy called pizza. It was all ------(u know what!!). Look anywhere, and ur sight fell upon a gem(jyot!! U need to check this out). Gems here, gems there, gems up, gems down,gems left, gems down. I decided to take a corner seat(sitting in the middle would have been very painful. Rotating ur neck by 360 degrees all thru the time is not an easy task, I tell u.). The entire landscape visible to my eyes. Then, in the landscape come that rock i.e. the waiter. He quickly burbled ”goo mornin ser watt wud u lik to tak”. Clearly, he had rotted it as we do in exams. “gimme a non-veg piza with anything” I said with my eyes still on the landscape. But this stone was heavy. He didn’t move. He said”heer is da manu. Plaz salact ur choise”. That damn … I don’t wanna get into the details(and by the way, there were all waiters there.No waitresses). I quickly ordered anything…presumably… a non-veg pan pizza with coke and ice-cream. And got back to the real buziness. But I realized that I was not as much curious now. Ur eyes r blinded only in the beginning.After that. They adjust. Then I took a look at other things. It was a really nice and cozy place. Waiters running faster than gargantuan spiders, people shouting like waterfalls, almost half of the ppl deriving pleasure drom seeing the cheese layer over their pizzas stretch rather than eating them. I concluded that it was a cool environment. Till the pizza came, I enjoyed the “landscape” further more.
Then came my dreaded enemy , the Pizza. My immediate rxn was Yuck!!!!. But then I controlled my highly volatile emotions. Took a piece and placed it in front of my mouth (my soul screaming at the pizza “aaja beta…aaj teri khabar leta huun…aaja”). But as soon as it went inside ,I was changed. No more hating pizzas, no more wasting my mental energy calling it $%^&$%#. I realized that this pizza was GOOD real Good. The base was like a crunchy ……(I don’t know what), the chicken pieces mesmerizing, my heart paying homage to that brave chicken,the cheese more stretchable than rags’ ego. It was a divine experience. Really divine. Now, u must b wondering how mucha person can change, arent you??Let me tell u something. Search for a guy who loves chemistry(that will take u a decade at least) and get him to attend a chemistry class in our school and u will realize how much a person can possibly change. Anyways, I enjoyed that pizza and coke and sundae more than I had enjoyed watching those “gems”. It was getting late. I decided to leave absoultely satisfied.
In the end , I paid the bill. I was given a piece of paper on which certain questions were written. For e.g. how did u like our service? How was our food? Etc… There was one more question –“How do u think we can improve ourselves?”. I wrote down :
”Its quite cold in here. Why not get a few waitresses???”