He has kept to himself without being in touch with his old acquaintances ever since he went down the hill much like jack (and no jill to tumble down with him). So he woke up and went to get some fresh produce when he ran into this old acquaintance at the grocery shop.I went to him
"K! Do you remember me"
"P! How the hell can I forget you?"
"You realise that its been 6 years since I saw you and 5 since I spoke to you"
"Yeah! Yeah!"
Meanwhile another woman closes in and P instantly recognises her but searched his memory for her name and says
"How are you SL?"
"I am doing good except that I am not SL but SP.."
"Ah! Those cobwebs needed clearance anyways.Sorry about that."
Meanwhile K interrupts holding an infant .
"Say Hi to Uncle P. This is my dauther R"
Gosh! P and K and SP all went to same grad school and in fact P,K and SP were all dorm mates at some point of time. Everyone knew everyone for a period of six months.
K starts " I heard about your adventures in wonderland and all that hullaballooo. So how the heck are you keeping up"
"Hanging in there.Nothing much to cheer about but then nothing much to get depressed either."
Two old folks come join this nice meeting blocking other fellas at the grocery store. K introduces the folks saying they are his parents. The old man adjusts his glasses to take a good look at P and says
"Where are your kids?"
"Excuse Me.(They are in the future tense and unless we break the speed of light I cannot show it to you sir.) ..Sorry.. I am not yet married sir!"
"You should do this asap!"
"I understand sir but you must realize anyone in their right mind would not give me their girl and smart girls would run away without knowing me."
A puzzled look dawns upon the old man as he was trying to parse the meaning of the earlier statement. K jumps in to help by saying P is always like that, talking about such matters in a very light, deprecating and often mildly cynical. This resolved the expression of the old man to his normal brows.
Then we decided to shop together. Now that we got other people busy with shopping K takes P aside. P can almost hear the track "Poles Apart" being played in the background as an appropriate metaphor
Did you know...it was all going to go so wrong for you
And did you see (did you know...did you know...) it was all going be so right for me
Why did we tell you then
You were always the golden boy then
And that you'd never lose that light in your eyes
SP then politely asked him to join for dinner the next weekend. P breaks in
"I am sorry that I was pretty mean to you those days"
"Yes! You were but then you had more compensating qualities to make up for it"
"Thanks. I take it as a sign that you forgave me"
K comes in after renting out some casettes saying P should definitely make it to visit as there is a lot to catch upon. P agrees to the deal and they part with good byes.
P comes home and thinks of how much water flowed beneath the bridge. P and K were roomies who were later joined by SP because theirs was the only house in the locality that had both girls and boys living under the same roof.
P was very new to the country and has been the first battle with some hard truths to the fellows' dearest That was a time when he exactly felt like the song "distance"
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Reluctantly crouched at the starting line, Engines pumping and thumping in time. The green light flashes, the flags goes up, Churning and burning, they yern for the cup. They deftly manouver and muscle for rank, Fuel burning fast on an empty tank, Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns, Their prowless is podent and secretly stern. As they speed thru the finish the flags go down. The fans get up, and get out of town. The arena is empty except for one man, Still driving and striving as fast as he can The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup, But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns, And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. He's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone, all alone in her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's going the distance. Yeah! No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine. He's haunted by something he cannot define. Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, Assail him, impale him with monster truck force. In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade. She's hoping time that her memories will fade, Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns, And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. Cause he's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone, all alone in her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's figting and biting and riding on his horse, He's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's figting and biting and riding on his horse! He's going the distance. He's going for speed. He's going the distance...
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Seems like the distance has been covered but the speed almost killed him and took down a couple of folks. Still Yet, He thinks of going atleast 57.7% the velocity of light sometime in the future :)
