Sunday, December 21, 2008

Uncertainties

It was 9.00 pm; an ordinary Tuesday night. I had just reached home after a long, tiring day and we were sitting to have our dinner. Mum had prepared a spectacular meal of roast chicken, boiled vegetables and her special brown gravy that complemented the meal. We lived on the 18th floor of a 22 storied building, hardly the humble home of a struggling musician. Dad did everything he could to give us the best. He believed in living every moment without worrying about tomorrow. Around the table now, dad sat with his usual chatter accompanied by his glass of Whisky.

“Nicole, did you get your results yet?”

Without so much as a glance in his direction, my younger sister nodded to suggest that she didn’t really bother to find out, as she kept her eyes glued to her cell phone all the while. She was 19 and didn’t have a clue about what she wanted to do after college. I always hated the way she spoke to my parents. My mother couldn’t really say much to her because she was extremely stubborn and always ended up yelling back. She was spoilt and unapologetic, and it was too late to change her.

I could see the hurt on my father’s face but he just smiled and shrugged it off. He turned his attention to me.

“What did you do today?”

“Nothing much really. Just had class as usual. Then I met Samuel. He had some of my CD’s so I went to get them back.”

He sipped his drink and with a bit of the alcohol still on his lips he said, “Oh! How is he? What’s he doing now? I haven’t seen him in a while…”

I went silent. Dad had always liked Samuel. I couldn’t tell him that we were no longer together. It would break his heart. Sometimes I got the feeling that dad liked him more than I did. I hesitated, “H-he’s been busy. He’s got a job at this law firm so he’s working with his dad.” Mum looked at me. Her eyes told me that I should just tell him what really happened, that Samuel and I had broken up. But how could I? How could I tell him that my so-called perfect man had cheated on me? I knew my father’s temper and I knew he would be banging down Samuel’s door if he knew the truth. But I couldn’t lie anymore.

“Dad, the truth is...” I was interrupted by the phone.

“Jessica, it’s for you,” Mum said, handing me the phone. I glanced in my mother’s direction to see if she would give me a hint as to who was calling for me but she didn’t know. Maybe it was Mr. Diaz. I was still waiting to hear from the interview I had two days ago.

“Hello?” I heard a deep voice on the other line.

“Am I speaking with Jessica Nelson?”

“Yes. Who am I talking to?”

There was silence on the other end. After a long pause, accompanied by static, the line went dead. “That’s weird. He asks for me and then hangs up.... whatever.”

I went back to the dining table. I was starving and couldn’t wait to eat. Classes kept me busy all day, with no time to stop and grab even a sandwich. I was about to bite into the chicken.

“Jessica wait! Don’t eat just yet. We’re waiting for someone.”

I frowned. “Who are we waiting for?”

But dad wouldn’t say. He just sat there, smiling. I was confused and I looked at mum, hopeful, but the expression on her face told me she didn’t know anything either. There was no use asking Nicole. Even if she did know what was going on, there was no way in hell she would tell me without expecting me to do something for her. I was about to get up and leave the table when there was a knock on the door. I stood to answer but dad waved me aside and rushed to answer it. I hated when he didn’t tell me what was going on. I couldn’t really see who was at door but when I heard that name I froze.

“Hey Samuel, come on in. We were just waiting for you.”

I couldn’t believe he was standing in my living room holding a bunch or red roses. I don’t remember what happened next. All I know is that I was sitting on my bed and Samuel was entering my room. I looked up at him. He looked so handsome in his low waist jeans and baby blue shirt tucked in. He was tall with light brown eyes. What made it harder was the dimple that appeared every time he smiled. “Hey Jess.” I just continued to stare. “These are for you,” he said, handing me the roses.

I managed a weak smile. A few awkward moments of silence passed. I was staring at the floor when he finally said, “I know I should have just told you when we met today.” I stood up and walked over to my window, staring out at the city lights.

“Were you the one who called earlier?”

“Well yes and no. I had a friend do the talking. I just wanted to know if you were home. I had to make sure.”

“Why are you really here Sam?”

“I have to talk to you.”

“Like I haven’t heard that before.”

“Listen, just stop with the sarcasm alright. I know I hurt you but will you at least give me a chance to explain?”

“What more is left to explain? Do you want to give me the details of how you cheated on me?”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Yeah, well, sorry isn’t going to change anything. It’s not going to make the pain just… disappear.”

Mom walked in and called us to have dinner but I had lost my appetite. I went anyway and ended up playing with the food on my plate. It was 10.24 p.m. and I wasn’t in any mood to talk to Sam.

“That was delicious aunty. I wouldn’t mind coming here for dinner every night.”

I whispered under my breath, “Yeah? Then I guess I’ll have to eat out!”

Mom glared at me. “Don’t be rude.”

“What? After all that has happened, you’re telling me not to be rude to him? Whatever, I’m going to my room. I’ve had enough of these stupid mind games.... And don’t you follow me Samuel!”

I stormed into my room but he followed me in.

“What do I have to do to get your attention? Huh? Isn’t it enough that I’ve come crawling back? I’m doing my best to make this work Jess but you have to work with me here!”

I didn’t know whether to slap him or laugh at what he just said. I stared at him, hoping he would realise what he had said. But he didn’t. He just looked back at me, waiting for me to say something to him.

“After everything we’ve been through, after what you did, you want me to work with you? For what? What good has come from all of this? I always thought of you as someone who would never, ever hurt me.”

“Baby, I’m so, so, so sorry. If I could take it back I would in a heart beat. But I can’t. I can only tell you that it won’t happen again.”

“You’re the one who messed this up. You had a problem with everything because of James? He’s just a guy in my class for God’s sake! I loved you. You’re the one who walked out on me when we fought. You didn’t want to deal with it. And then you went to her. I just don’t trust you any more.”

“But....”

“I think you should just leave Sam. I can’t do this anymore!”

Sam left in silence, closing the door behind him. It took so much of me to just let him walk away. I wanted to hold him, to feel his lips on mine. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I saw him drive away. I was sobbing silently when I felt mum’s arms around me.

“He hurt me Ma. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to forgive him.”

She held me tight as I sobbed on her shoulders. When I finally stopped crying, she just looked at me and smiled, “Get some sleep. You’ll feel better about this tomorrow.”

I nodded and went in for a bath. I just stood under the shower and let the warm water roll off my body, along with the tears that seemed to emerge again. When I was finally in bed, it was about 12.40 a.m. I lay there, tossing and turning. I was exhausted but still couldn’t get myself to fall asleep. The events of the day kept playing in my head. Writing always seemed to help; it calmed me down. I went over to my laptop and opened the journal I maintained.

Thursday, 26 April, 2007

It was harder than I thought. Seeing Sam today after the break-up was something that didn’t go according to plan. There was so much tension; we couldn’t look each other in the eye. It was horrible. All the feelings came rushing back. I had to get out of there. And then this? Why couldn’t he just tell me that dad had invited him over? It would have saved so much of the drama. I still can’t believe he cheated on me. I warned him about Danielle. Yes, she’s beautiful, the kind that hurts... she came and ruined everything. I don’t think I can ever trust him again. And if I see her face, I’d probably scratch her eyes out!

I shut down the laptop and tried to get some sleep. It was already 1.43 a.m. and I had an early class in the morning. It took a while for me to finally drift off. It was close to 3 a.m.

I jumped up with a song blaring near my ears. I realised it was my cell phone and I answered the call without really seeing who it was.

“Hello.”

“Good Morning.”

“Morning. What time is it?”

“It’s 7.30. I’ll be there to pick you up in about an hour. That gives you time to have your bath and eat. And see that you eat Jess.”

“Yea, I will. See you soon.”

James hung up. I continued to lie on my bed, staring vacantly out the window. I finally sat up and dragged myself into the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would wake me up. And it did. I just wanted to stay under the running water all day and just feel everything wash away. But I had class and I had to rush. After wasting about half an hour in the bathroom, I realised I just had about 20 minutes before James arrived. I quickly threw on a t-shirt and jeans, towel dried my hair, grabbed my bag and left. I was just out my gate when James’ car pulled up in front. ‘Perfect timing,’ I thought to myself.

I got in and found the biggest smile I had seen in a while. Now James looked nothing like Samuel. Samuel was ‘movie-star’ handsome. But there was something different about James. He was tall, fair and had the biggest black eyes I had ever seen. He had soft, luscious pink lips that were always curled up in a smile. He was a regular guy but something about him caught my attention. I guess it was his charm. “You’re surprisingly happy to be up this early. Are you sure you’re not hiiiiigh?” Before I finished my sentence, he held out a Styrofoam cup and a sandwich.

“And how can you be so sure that I haven’t already eaten?”

“Yea, like i don't know you well enough?”

“Well, you’re wrong. I did eat something.”

“Oh really? And what DID you eat?”

“Umm, I had a cup of coffee and mum made me some toast.”

“Fine... I guess I’ll just have to finish this.”

He was about to bite into the sandwich. “Noooo!” I screamed, scaring him a little. “What?” I knew he was being coy.

“You were right, I didn’t eat anything. Can I have that sandwich please?”

James smiled, flashing his perfect teeth one more time. I hated that he knew me so well. There was an awkward moment when our eyes met but I looked away quickly and stared at the cup of coffee instead. The silence kept on till he began to drive and we were nearly there. The road had been surprisingly empty. James finally broke the silence.

“So you coming to Dylan’s tonight right?”

“Yea I guess. There’s nothing else for me to do.”

“So what time should I pick you up?”

“I don’t know. We’ll ask Dylan and see what time everybody’s going to get there and we’ll leave accordingly.”

“Well I know nobody’s going to be there before 11.”

“So then we’ll leave by 10. It should take us about an hour to get there. Sound good?”

“Actually, no. I was hoping to meet you before that.... for err... dinner maybe?”

“Dinner?”

“You see, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. It’s quite impor-r-tant.”

James was interrupted by the buzzing of my cell phone. “It’s mum. I got to take this.”

“Hello.”

“Sweetie, your father and I are not going to be home tonight. It’s your uncle’s birthday so we’ll be at his party. Nicole won’t be joining us. Will you?”

“No ma, I have Dylan’s party remember?”

“Oh yes. So I guess you’ll be having your dinner with James then?”

“I guess so since I don’t have much of a choice. Talk to you later ma. I’m about to reach college.”

James continued driving, though he was listening to the conversation. When my phone clicked off, he raised an eyebrow. I sighed, “I guess you’re stuck with me for dinner.” He grinned and we drove the rest of the way in silence.

6.00 p.m. now, class had just come to an end. I was gathering my notes thinking James would probably be giving me a ride home but he had some work to take care of. Just as well. “So I’ll see you at 8.00 then?” I smiled and nodded. I needed some time to think. With everything that happened last night, I hadn’t really been able to put things into perspective. And now this. I knew exactly what he wanted to talk to me about. Anybody would. He constantly dropped hints. He even brought me breakfast this morning! But I wasn’t ready for anything yet. I decided to listen to my iPod. Maybe the music would drown out the thoughts running through my head.

Before I knew it I had reached, bathed and was ready to leave. I had worn a pair of blue skinny jeans and a black tube top, semi-formally dressed which seemed appropriate for dinner and the party. I wouldn’t call myself beautiful; more like easy on the eyes. I was just applying lip gloss and eye liner when my phone began to vibrate. It was a message from James. ‘B der in 5.’

Nicole was in her room at her computer as usual. “I’m leaving.” She didn’t bother to look, just waved goodbye and continued chatting. ‘Why do I bother?’ I thought. As I was waiting for the elevator I began to feel a little anxious. As I walked out of the lobby, I saw James leaning against his car. He was dressed in a black long sleeved shirt, with a white t-shirt under. His blue baggy Levis fell over a pair of Nike’s. I could smell his perfume even before I reached the car. I noticed the Red Rose he was holding. It then dawned on me that this was an actual date. He had asked me out on a date! My first date in three years. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I walked over to his side. Leaning in, he kissed me on my cheek while handing me the Rose. He stood staring at me for several minutes which made me a little self conscious. “Shall we leave?” I said abruptly in an attempt to make him stop staring. I was extremely nervous. This was a date, not just a dinner but a date. Nothing seemed to shake away my nervousness. I turned the radio on thinking music would help but how would it? I knew he was still staring at me from the corner of his eye.

I began singing along with the song that was playing, something I did when I got nervous. “What’s wrong Jess?” “Hmm? Oh nothing.” I shrugged off the question. My nervousness seemed to fade away when we finally reached the restaurant. I guess being in public calmed me down.

“The Grill? Why have you brought me to such an expensive restaurant?”

“Because it is a special occasion.”

“Which is?”

“Well, you’re out with me...”

“Haha, alright. But this is still an expensive place. I’m not going to have enough to pay for my half.”

James stared at me like I had said something wrong. “What?” I asked him which made everybody turn and look at us.”

“I asked you out on a date Jess. I thought you knew that.”

“Well it did strike me when I saw the Rose in your hand... But I don’t expect you to pay you know.” There was a long pause.

“James I’m sorry if I upset you but I was just being honest.”

“When have I ever let you pay Jess? But whatever… Forget it. Let’s find our table.”

“How did you manage to reserve a table anyway? This place looks like you have to book weeks in advance. Are you a regular here or something?” James smiled.

“You could say that...”

“What do you mean?”

“This is my restaurant Jess. My family runs this place.”

I was completely shocked. In the six months I knew him, he didn’t mention his family owned a restaurant. He wasn’t arrogant and he never made it obvious that he was rich. I would have never guessed. Not that his money made any difference about how I felt. I still wasn’t ready for another relationship. He grabbed my hand and took me to a corner booth that was secluded but still had the best view of the entire restaurant. As we were seated, the manager walked up to him.

“Is everything to your liking Mr. Nazareth?”

“Oh yes. Perfect.” The manager smiled and left.

“So this was that ‘something’ you had to take care of after class?”

“Yea. I had to make this as special for you as I could. I wanted you to have fun and be yourself. No more Samuel or college talk. It’s just you and me tonight.” But it was hard. I tried not to think but I felt so guilty for trying to move past the whole thing.

“Does the pain ever go away?”

“It does in its own time. And sometimes, you meet someone to help you move on from that pain. It happened to me when I met you Jess. I knew I could be happy again.”

I was silent. I knew he was going to talk to me about this. But why was my pulse still racing? Just as I was about to say something, I saw him. Samuel and Danielle had walked into the restaurant. My lips froze when I was sipping my water. James squeezed my hand.

“I can have them leave the restaurant if you want.”

But I didn’t reply. All the hurt and betrayal came back. James beckoned for the manager and whispered something in his ear. The next thing I saw, Samuel and Danielle were being ushered out. Samuel turned to look at me before he left. There was hurt on his face.

The rest of the evening seemed mechanical. I pretended to laugh at James’ jokes and make small talk but I wasn’t really in the mood. He knew it but didn’t say anything to me. When we left the restaurant he finally asked, “Do you even want to go to Dylan’s party? I’ll take you straight home if you want.” I snapped out of the trance I had been in after the incident.

“Oh my God, James I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a drab. Some first date huh? But I want to go to Dylan’s. It’ll be fun and everyone’s going to be there. Besides, some alcohol might cheer me up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

The valet brought the car up front. It was about 10.30 and Dylan’s beach house was an hour away. We didn’t say much to each other in the car. I knew he was upset and I wasn’t really ready to talk about it. When we finally reached the party, it was close to 11.43 p.m. James had forgotten the road. Almost everyone had arrived and I was happy to be with all my friends. “Dylan! Nice party. Where’s Amanda?” “She’s around somewhere.” I tried to look for her but I couldn’t find her anywhere. I gave up and went to the bar to get myself a drink but James had beaten me to it and came toward me with my Run n’ Coke. It didn’t take me too long to finish it and I went and got myself another. “Slow down Jess.” But I laughed. “I know I’m going to be safe with you here." James was driving so he didn’t drink. Just stood in one corner and watched me all night. Before long, I was high and loving the buzz.

“Jessica!” I heard Amanda’s scream and saw her running towards me. She gave me a tight hug. “James told me what happened at the restaurant. I hope you’re ok.” “I don’t really want to talk about it. I just want to forget and get drunk!” Amanda and I began to dance and soon Dylan was right there with her. As the night went on, the music got slower, the perfect beat to grind with your partner. I was alone on the dance floor. But I didn’t care. The song that played was one of my favourites and I was lost in the beat. I suddenly felt someone’s hand around my waist, pulling me close. My back was against his muscular body. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was but I did anyway. I saw James smile as we began grinding to the music. Soon the dancing got more intense. He turned me around and I was now looking into his big black eyes. His hand was on my lower back, pressing my body closer to his; the other held the nape of my neck. I knew then that he was going to kiss me and I didn’t stop him. As much as I knew how wrong it was, I couldn’t control myself. His kiss was gentle, yet assertive at the same time. His lips were soft and moist. I could have stayed that way forever. But reality finally set in and I pulled back. Everything was happening too soon.

“What happened?”

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

I ran into one of the bathrooms. Splashing cold water on my face, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was red. ‘What am I doing? Why do I keep doing such stupid things?’ I took a while to compose myself and finally got out of the bathroom. James was standing there, waiting for me.

“Are you alright?”

“I don’t know. Can you please take me home?”

“Anything.”

We drove home in silence. Silence seemed to be around a lot these days. The car pulled into my building and we still hadn’t spoken to each other. I was about to say something when James turned the engine off, interrupting me.

“Listen Jess, I’m not going to apologise for kissing you tonight. I like you and the truth is, I’m glad I kissed you. It made me realise how much I want to be with you.”

“But James...”

“No don’t say anything. I understand it’s still too soon for you but I don’t care. I want to be with you and even if I have to be your rebound guy I wouldn’t mind. Just as long as I am with you.”

“I can’t do that to you. You mean much more to me than that.”

“Then that settles it.”

“No nothing’s settled. I still need my time to think. I hope you understand."

James smiled. “You better go up now. It’s late. I’ll call you tomorrow. Good night.”

It was 3.47 a.m. Before leaving the car, I was about to lean in and kiss him but I stopped. If James noticed, he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable about it. He just kept smiling. I got out and watched him drive away. It was 4 a.m. by the time I undressed. Everyone was already asleep but I had a journal entry to make.

Friday, 27 April, 2007

Tonight was another disaster. First, I went on a date without really realising it. Then I bumped into Samuel and Danielle there. I don’t get it. Just last night he said he wanted to work things out and today he’s parading around town with her? He’s not going to change. James then kisses me and tells me he wants us to be together. Like my life isn’t already complicated enough... Although, I have to admit, kissing him was beautiful. I didn’t want him to stop. Then what am I doing complaining? I think I’ll give it a shot with him.

I fell asleep by about 4.30. Guess the rum finally had its effect. When I was woken up by my mother, it was 11.24 a.m.

“Let me sleep Ma. It’s the one holiday I get.”

“Someone’s here to see you.”

“What?”

“I said someone’s here to see you.”

“Oh God. It’s Sam isn’t it?”

I didn’t let her answer. I quickly freshened up and went into my hall. I saw him sitting at the edge of his seat. “Come into my room.” He followed me in and we sat on my bed.

“So what do you want Sam?”

“I have to talk to you about last night. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“No Sam, don’t apologise. In fact, I’m glad I saw what I saw. It’s just made me realise what a lying prick you are and now I can finally move on.”

‘But I can explain...”

“Save it. I’m done.”

“But you don’t understand.”

“Maybe I don’t want to understand. There’s nothing you can say that’s going to make this any better.”

“At least hear me out.”

“Fine! Explain.”

“Last month, right before that big test I had, I was freaking out. I wasn’t talking to anybody. You must remember how I didn’t answer your calls...”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Anyway, I though I was going to fail but I needed to graduate. Dad was going to kill me otherwise. So I snuck into the examination office and stole the copy of the test. Unfortunately, Danielle caught me and threatened to tell the Dean if I didn’t go out with her. So I took her out and then one thing led to another. Before I knew it, I was in bed with her.”

“How will this make me feel better Sam?”

“I’m not trying to make this go away. I wish I could but I can’t. I’m just being honest with you. I know it’s my fault and asking for forgiveness is the last thing I’m going to do.”

“And last night was what then? You repenting for what you’ve done?”

“No. Now this is the hard part. She’s pregnant and she says it’s mine.”

I felt as though someone had punched me in my stomach. I couldn’t breathe. “Why are you doing this to me Sam? It’s bad enough that you cheated. Did you have to get her pregnant too? I really can’t do this anymore. I think you better leave. And please do me a favour, don’t call me again. I think it’s the best thing for the both of us.”

Sam got up and left. I didn’t look at him and I don’t know if he looked at me. I just buried my head in a pillow and wept. James had called a million times in the hour that I was crying but I just ignored his calls. I didn’t feel like talking to anybody. He knew something hadto be wrong for ignoring him like that so he came home to see what had happened. He found me curled up on my bed, crying. He held me till my sobs quietened down, then wiped my tears. “I hate him for what’s he done to you,” he said softly. He kissed my forehead.

At that moment I knew that being with him seemed right.

“I want to give us a shot,” I said, looking up at him.

“Are you sure?” I wasn’t certain but I knew it felt like I should. Everything around was telling me to.

“You don’t have to do this Jess. I’m not forcing you to be with me.”

“I know. But I want to.”

James was still unsure. “I’m not doing this because of Sam. I’m doing this for me.”

James held me tight and kissed me. Just like he had done last night. Only this time, the kiss was more intense. After we stopped to catch our breath he said, “Get dressed. I’m taking you out for lunch.” I wasn’t in the mood to go out but I got ready anyway. I ruined last night so maybe this would make it up to him. James took me to Bread Box, a sandwich parlour that made the best sandwiches in town because he knew I wouldn’t be that hungry. He then took me for a movie and the whole time he didn’t let go of my hand. Sitting there with him felt good after a long time.

***

The next couple of months went by in almost the same way. Lunches, dinners, late night movies with a big tub of popcorn. He did everything he could to make me forget about Sam. Although, there were times I’d let myself think of him. We were on our way back from one of our many dates when James said, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Really? And what is it?” James reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out 2 plane tickets.

“I wanted to take you somewhere really special. They’re tickets to Rome. I thought this would a perfect first date. The last one didn’t go the way I hoped.”

“But...”

“This will be good for us Jess. It’ll bring us closer.”

“But we are close James. And besides, I don’t think my parents will approve. And I still think it’s too soon for us to take a trip together. I mean, it’s only been 2 months.”

“I spoke to your parents before I got the tickets and your mum thinks you could use a break. Your dad needed a little convincing but after I told him what really happened with you and Sam, he thought it was a good idea as well.”

“But James...”

“Jess, I lied to you earlier when I said I wanted to be your rebound guy. The truth is, I don’t want to be the rebound guy; I want to be THE guy. I love you Jess and have loved you since the day I met you.”

“I don’t know James. I have to think about it.”

“Promise me you will really think about it.”

“I will. I’ll call you later. Bye.”

As I left his car I couldn’t stop thinking about how fast we were moving. Why does he want to rush things? Things are perfect the way they are. I walked into my house to find Sam sitting on my bed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to win you back. I owned up to everything. I don’t have to lie anymore. And Danielle can’t blackmail me either.”

“But she’s still pregnant.”

“It’s not mine Jess. It turns out that she had gotten drunk and knocked up at this party and she just needed someone to blame. She found her opportunity when she caught me stealing that test.”

“But that still doesn’t change the fact that you cheated.”

“That’s why I’m here. To prove to you that I love you and that I’ll never hurt you again.” Saying that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. “Will you be my girlfriend again? This is a promise ring.”

Sam was still holding the ring when James walked in. His eyes widened when he saw Sam kneeling down. “Jess… you left your phone in my car... What’s going on Jess?”

“Nothing. Sam was just leaving.”

“No I wasn’t... I’m not leaving Jess. I want my answer. What’s he doing here anyway?”

“She’s my girlfriend now Sam.”

“What’s he talking about Jessica?”

“Tell him Jess. Tell him we’re taking a trip together. And why are you giving my girlfriend a ring?”

“Well it’s a promise ring. So she knows I’m not going to hurt her again if she chooses to be my girlfriend.”

I was caught in the middle of their argument. I didn’t know what to do. I felt suffocated and all I wanted to do was scream.

“Will both of you please shut the fuck up! I’ve had enough of this shit! I can’t take this anymore! BOTH of you are acting like uncivilized Neanderthals and I don’t want to do this anymore. You both want my answer don’t you? Well here it is. I don’t want to be with EITHER of you. You’ll have done nothing but made me uncomfortable and made me choose. I give up. I’m not going to do this anymore. I want you both to leave. Goodbye!”

I locked myself in my room and waited for them to leave. This was the best decision I had made and I knew that no matter what, I wasn’t going to regret it.

Saturday, 14 July 2007

Dear Mom, Dad and Nicole,

I have to let you know that I think that you have all given me the best love I could ever have hoped for in my life. For that I’m really grateful to you. Now I’m older and I understand better the kind of choices a person has to make in life, and I know that some of those choices of mine haven’t always been the smartest ones. I feel as if I’ve distorted the life you gave me to where it now just becomes anger and hurt and I don’t even know where it comes from and I’m fed up of it Ma! I wish I had time to sit and think because things go too fast in this world. God has always pushed me in all kinds of directions and I am so upset sometimes because I don’t know what his plans for me are and I hate to think it but I sometimes wonder if there is one at all. I wish I could make it stop hurting inside of me so much. I do not want to feel happy because to know what happy is I have to know sadness. I want to feel nothing. I love you guys to bits and hope to see you sometime.

Love you all,

Jessica.

By Charlene Flanagan

Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Shadow

The air was cold and still; covered in darkness. The only light came from the lamp that shone on her desk. Typing broke the silence as she began to write her story. It was late evening; well past office hours. Natasha was alone, except for George, the new janitor, whose day had just begun. As she sat at her desk, she glanced out the window to try and recall how she had gotten to that moment. It was all still a blur.

It began on a Friday night. At a time when most people spent their hours with their families, Natasha was getting ready to go to work. She was a journalist with one of the city’s largest selling newspapers. In her room now, Natasha was dressing to go to the opening of a new night club, ‘Blanc,’ known to be the latest projects of one of the most notorious architects in the city. As she put on her make-up, she couldn’t help but wonder how and why she was covering a beat she disliked so much.

She was after all, young, with a bright future ahead. She could be anything she wanted; she was intelligent and had the looks of a beauty queen. Natasha was tall, slender with gorgeous long legs. Her silky smooth complexion took on a blushing pink whenever she smiled. She wore her long and silky brown hair over her shoulders every time she went out. There was always a sparkle in her blue-green eyes that seemed to brighten everyday. There was just one problem though. She hated the person she had become.

She glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror one last time before leaving. She looked stunning in her little black dress and she was proud of her appearance. Grabbing her keys, handbag and coat, Natasha was ready for the night. She was blowing off a date with Michael to cover this story, something he didn’t like at all. He never understood her wanting to become a journalist and didn’t approve one bit. He constantly nagged her about not having time to spend with him and how he thought her job was getting in the way of their relationship. She would have to worry about that later though. Right now she was late and Bryan, the photographer assigned to the story was already waiting below with a cab.

Bryan was tall, with an athletic build. He was tanned because he spent most of his free time mountain climbing. His golden brown hair fell on his gentle, yet manly features in a way that would make a woman stop dead in her tracks. His piercing blue eyes gave looks of such fierce intensity, enough to give him what he wanted and ward off danger. And yet, here he was, waiting for the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, “Wow! You’re beautiful!” She smiled back, “Thanks Bryan. Any idea where that stupid club is?” Bryan nodded in a way that showed that he was as clueless as she was, as he held the door open for her. When they were finally on their way, he said, “Don’t look so upset, I’m sure Michael will come around. And don’t worry, the driver knows exactly where to take us.” Natasha smiled weakly as she wondered how he knew what was bothering her. Just as she was about to ask him, they turned a corner to a place that could only be described as a ‘Red Carpet’ event.

“Are we in the right place?” Bryan asked, looking a little flushed. He was new to this job and wasn’t accustomed to so much paparazzi, despite being a photographer himself. The cab pulled up in front of Blanc, an impossibly extravagant building, with flashing lights, and abuzz with celebrities. Not to mention a line that stretched across half the block. Everyone wanted to enter and be part of the action. Bouncers blocked the entryway but that wouldn’t be a problem for her. She would have no trouble getting in. She was Natasha Richards. At 23, she had become a recognisable face and everybody knew her name.

Bryan disappeared into the crowds but Natasha's status meant that she had to make an entrance. The crowds watched as she moved into the smoky haze. Someone stood in the shadows, carefully watching her every move. She looked so beautiful in the black dress that Michael had given her. 'Natty, beautiful Natty.' He wanted to hold her so much but that would have to wait for later. He had a plan to make her his for all eternity.

“Hello Ms. Richards. How are you this evening?” Natasha smiled at the unfamiliar face she saw greet her. “Thank you... Bobby, I’m fine” she replied with a smile after reading his name tag. As she entered, a familiar scene of blaring music and drunken girls falling over their dates hit her. She had seen this one too many times to know what was going to happen next. They would either run to the bathrooms and throw up or end up all over their dates, their lips locked in sloppy kisses.

Showing up fashionably late everywhere she went was now a habit with her. She knew that all the excitement would begin late anyway. As she walked in, her phone began to ring. It was Jack, her Managing Editor, checking in to see if she had gone to review the club as ordered. After he was convinced, she decided to walk around but her phone rang again. “Natasha Richards,” she said answering the call. “Nat it’s me.” She recognised his voice immediately. “Hey baby, I was just thinking of you. What are you up to?” “I’m outside. I need to talk to you now!” he replied. “Alright, alright. Calm down. I’ll be right out. Jeez!” Natasha was afraid of what Michael would say to her for blowing him off and then, wearing the dress she'd promised to save for his sister’s wedding. Walking out, she saw him leaning against one of the pillars and the smile she had quickly vanished, seeing the pained look he had on his face. As she drew nearer, she noticed he had been crying. “What’s wrong?” Michael hesitated as he spoke. “I-i-it’s mum. She’s been rushed to the hospital. I, I don’t know what’s wrong. I have to go home for a while.” Natasha felt silly for worrying about her problems when she realised what had happened. “Michael, go. I love you and if you need anything just let me know ok?” Michael tried to smile but Natasha knew it must be difficult. She embraced him tightly and he began sobbing again. After he finished he took a deep breath and looked at her. “You look beautiful.” She smiled and kissed him gently on his lips.

Standing in the shadows he began to clench his fists with jealousy. That was his girl Michael was holding. He couldn’t let this happen anymore, he wouldn’t. He had to do something quick. Natasha noticed a little movement out the corner of her eye but couldn’t make out who was standing there. ‘She’s looking at me. I better slip deeper into the darkness.’

As Natasha saw Michael to a cab and walked back in, she noticed something emerging from the shadows and taking off. She was a little curious but shrugged it off and went back inside. She decided it was time she had a drink to forget the conversation. She walked up to the bar and ordered a Cosmopolitan. The barman handed her the drink adding with a wink, “Ms. Richards, I hope you like it strong.” She smiled, very aware that he was flirting with her. Maybe that’s exactly what she needed. A little playful conversation with a cute barman would probably cheer her up. As she finished her drink and ordered another one, she wondered where Bryan had disappeared to. ‘He’s probably busy taking all the pictures he can get.’ But the thought stayed with her through the rest of the evening.

On the other side of town, Michael’s cab pulled up in front of his apartment building. As he got out and paid the cab. He walked towards the entrance but stopped in his tracks, ‘Are those footsteps behind me?’ It wasn’t that late, just around a half past twelve but the street was eerily empty for a Friday night. He shunned the thought and walked up the stairs. He stopped where he was a couple of times, thinking he was being followed but when he was certain it was just his imagination, he continued to where he was headed. He was at his front door and began fishing for his keys. Just then, someone snuck up behind him, and held his mouth to stop him from screaming and forced him into his apartment. Michael tried to fight him off but he was too weak from sobbing and worrying about his mother. The man had on a ski mask that Michael managed to take off during his struggle. He knew his attacker. He had seen him so many times before. Michael tried to grab the telephone but the man kicked his hand, throwing the telephone to one corner. He pulled out a knife and slowly walked towards Michael, the blade shining in the little light that fell in from the street. Michael tried to scream for help but his attacker got to him before anybody else could hear him. He stabbed him over and over until all that could be seen was a pool of blood. The killer moved his body into the bedroom, cleaned the blood off the floor and locked the door behind him. Nobody would ever know. Michael Williams died at 1.24 a.m that night. As for the killer, he was free to roam about town undetected.

Natasha walked around the club, trying to take in the ambience and get a feel of the place, a technique she used when she gathered material for her stories. As she was walking past the VIP section, Mr. Burke, the owner, came up to her. “Hello Natasha. Well aren’t you stunning this evening?” Natasha’s cheeks began to turn pink. “Thank you Mr. Burke. You’re looking pretty sharp yourself. Nice party. Congratulations.” Frank Burke, the town’s most notorious architect seemed upbeat and excited. A man who got anything he wanted, at any cost, seemed smitten by Natasha. “Why don’t you join me and my associates? It’ll definitely be better than staring at old bald men for the rest of the night.” She thought for a second, “Maybe a little later, after I’ve gathered enough ammo for my story.” He smiled mischievously and waved goodbye. For someone who was feared all across town, he sure had a boyish charm to him.

As she watched everyone dance on a glass floor surrounded by blue neon lights, she started to feel a little dizzy. Someone grabbed hold of her and pulled her to one corner. It was Bryan. “Hey,” she said in a voice that gave signs that she had had a little too much to drink, “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” He smiled at her and asked, “How many of those have you had?” pointing to her glass. “I saw you go out to talk to Michael and then you disappeared. Is everything alright?” She looked up at him with sadness in her eyes. She was so beautiful. Even when she was upset, she could melt his heart. The perfume she wore alone was enough. “Michael’s mother is sick. He’s on his way back home. I just hope she’s ok....” Her voice trailed off and she was silent for a few minutes. “What time is it?” she asked so suddenly that it gave him a little start. Bryan looked at his watch, still not letting her go. “It’s 2.30. It’s late and we better be off. I’ll drop you and then carry on home.” They started for the exit, dodging the sea of people spilling into Blanc.

Bryan held her close as he guided her out of the growing crowd and onto the streets. The night air was chilly and he saw her begin to shiver. He pressed his body closer to her and slowly walked off to find a cab. She was too drunk to notice that she was almost being carried off by someone who she had known for only a week. She didn’t care. In the cab, she leaned in close to him and rested her tired head, almost drifting off. He smiled as her head touched his chest. ‘I’m holding Natasha Richards. She’s in my arms’ he thought. He desperately tried to hold back from kissing her. As her apartment building drew nearer, he felt a pinch close to his heart, knowing he wouldn’t be holding her any longer. He walked her up the stairs and laid her head on her pillow and as he turned, she grabbed hold of his hand and whispered, “Stay with me.” His heart beat faster and he was choking on his words. He managed a weak smile and sat down on her bed. If there was any chance with Natasha, this was it. After all, he deserved a chance with her as much as anybody else. Every woman he met wanted him but he would have none of them. The only person he cared about was Natasha and he wanted to wait for her. His wait was finally over.

Here he was, sitting in her bedroom as she lay gently asleep, intoxicated and waiting for him to hold her. He bent over and kissed her gently. Her soft, luscious lips beckoning him to continue. He leaned in for a longer one, this time feeling her respond. His heart thumped faster, and his kisses grew more intense and strong. It didn't take long for things to heat up. He was now lying on top of her, keenly aware of her pressing against his chest. His kisses had a hunger which made her forget where she was. All she wanted to do was to feel sensual pleasure. His hands made their way across the length of her figure, feeling every curve of her body. As his hands inched their way to her back, he felt her move even closer, pressing her body as close as she could, against his. He unzipped her dress and let it slip of her shoulders as he continued to caress. His lips moving across her sweaty body had her screaming with pleasure. They were locked in a passionate embrace, on silk sheets that only intensified the steamy love they were making. They held each other, naked under the covers, with her hair falling over the pillow, she whispered “I love you Michael,” as she drifted into a deep sleep. ‘Michael? How can she still be thinking of him after what we just shared? I’m going to have to prove to her that she needs to be with me. She deserves to be loved by someone who would truly appreciate her.’ But right now that was something he had to worry about later. He had just made love to Natasha Richards.

Natasha awoke to an empty bed, naked under the covers, wondering how she got there. The previous night was a blur. She remembered talking to Michael but had they come home together? She couldn’t remember a thing but that was the least of her worries. She had a splitting headache and she was two hours late for work.

Natasha reached her office building in a hurry, with a headache that was painful enough to kill. A bad hangover from too many Cosmopolitans. She had already taken two aspirins but nothing seemed to help the pain subside. She was running behind and would miss her deadline if she didn’t get a crack on things. On her way up, Bob, the janitor greeted her with a friendly smile but she didn’t notice him in her haste. Bryan strolled into her office with a big smile on his face, holding the prints from last nights party, “How’s your head this morning?” Natasha barely lifted her eyes from her computer screen and shrugged off the question. “Someone’s a ray of sunshine,” he added sarcastically. Natasha was in no mood to make small talk. She was late with her assignment and last night’s events were still hazy. “Hey Bryan,” she managed to say in an uninterested voice. “What’s wrong with you Natasha?” Bryan seemed pretty upset at her lack of interest. ‘Just last night she could not get enough of him and now she was completely indifferent. Maybe he needed to refresh her memory,’ he thought angrily. “I don’t know. I just can’t remember what happened last night. I don’t remember how I got home. I’m just a little freaked out, that’s all,” Natasha said with a confused stare.

Just then, Jack walked in and demanded to know how the story was progressing. “We need that story Nat.” Jack 'Magnet' Bing was the editor, a stocky man in his mid 40’s. He was fair, with light brown eyes, balding at the centre of his head. Everyone who knew him was instantly drawn to him. His intelligence and domineering personality made him a force to be reckoned with. Nonetheless there was just something about him that made him a good guy. This morning however, Jack was not in a passive mood. He was on a deadline and nobody was going to keep him from making it.

Jack was about to say something when he was rudely interrupted by Natasha’s phone. “Natasha Richards,” she said as she answered the call. “Natasha its Katherine. Do you have any idea where Michael is? He was supposed to be home hours ago but he hasn’t shown up yet. I’ve tried calling his phone a gazillion times but he’s not picking up!” Natasha look puzzled. “Katherine, hi. I don’t remember where he is. Honestly, last night is a blur. I remember talking to him but the conversation is hazy. He did mention something about your mum being in the hospital but...” her voice trailed off as she tried hard to remember what he had said. Bryan jumped up, making an excuse about having to develop the pictures for another story and he left in a huff. “What’s wrong with him?” Jack wondered. Natasha didn’t care why he left so abruptly. She was more worried about Michael. After the call ended, she stood up and told jack, almost breathlessly, “My story’s on your desk. Make the changes you need to. That was Michael’s sister and she sounded worried. I have to see if everything’s alright.” Never before had Jack seen Natasha so worried and he didn’t have the heart to stop her.

Natasha waved a cab and rushed to Michael’s apartment building. She ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. When she reached his apartment floor, she felt something wrong and rushed to his door. She rang the door bell a couple of times before she pounded on it as hard as she could. The door flew open with a force. His apartment was dark. As she slowly made her way across the hallway, she realised his curtains had been drawn as if he had just left for a short holiday. There was the stench of stale air all over, giving her a feeling that made her sick to her stomach. As she entered Michael’s bedroom, she noticed that the picture he kept on the nightstand from one of their many weekend getaways was missing. She turned around and suddenly saw something that she would never forget; Michael’s lifeless body, covered in blood, perched up in one corner of the room. She turned to run into the bathroom when she noticed someone standing in the doorway.

He held out the photo frame, his finger tracing the outline of her face. “It should have been you and me instead of him. But that’s not gonna matter now. He’s gone and he’s never coming back. I came here to finish the job. Did you know, he squealed like a little girl when I drove that knife through his stomach? I didn’t know where to get rid of the body so I had to leave him here till I found a place.” His face was still in shadows and she couldn’t see who it was. But there was something about his voice, something she recognised but couldn’t quite put her finger on. Then he emerged from the shadows. She couldn’t believe the face she saw in front of her. Maybe it was the aspirin that was making her hallucinate. She knew who he was and had seen that smile many times before. It was Bob, the janitor. She began to choke with fear. “Don’t you see why I did this? He was in the way of us being together. How could you ever love me if you were with him? And then there was that stupid Bryan who you slept with last night. I watched how he ravaged your body as you screamed in delight. I’ll have to take care of him too.”

What happened last night now suddenly came screaming back to her. She couldn’t believe what he was saying. “No you’re lying. You’re nothing but a fucking liar!” she screamed and began to run toward the door. He tried to grab a hold of her hand but she was too quick for him. She pushed him aside, and he fell to the ground as she tried to run out of the apartment. He grabbed a hold of her ankle, making her trip and fall on the wooden floor. As he roughly pulled her towards him, she managed to kick him hard in the ribs and started off again. She reached the door but it was locked. ‘The key must be in his pocket.’ She hid in the closet by the door. Searching for a weapon in the dark, she grabbed hold of Michael’s baseball bat. She was waiting for him to find her.

In the hallway she heard him move. His foot steps inched their way closer to her. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” He was in a playful mood. “I promise I won’t bite. Natty, beautiful Natty.” She stood still, hidden behind the coats. He was going to find her very soon but she wasn’t going to let him hurt her. When that door opened, she would swing the bat as hard as she could. The footsteps stopped just outside the closet door, waiting for some signs of movement but she held her breath and refused to give away her hiding place.

A few moments of silence passed. She wondered where he was. Just then, the closet door swung open and he pulled her out. He pushed her against the wall. “You shouldn’t have done that Natty. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” He had her throat in his hands and he squeezed her delicate neck. He suddenly began kissing her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She was choking and she had to loosen his grip. With his body pressed up against hers, she couldn’t do much. She was still holding Michael’s bat but he had her pinned in way that she couldn’t move her arms. She decided that this was the only way she could escape. Gathering all the strength she could, she kneed him in his crotch. He fell to the ground, cupping his balls in his hands. With all the force she could muster, she swung the bat, hitting him hard on his head. He lay unconscious on the wooden floor and a small pool of blood began to collect around his head. She tried to catch her breath, but she needed to work fast. She grabbed the keys from his pocket and ran out the apartment, locking the door behind her. If he was going to be caught, this was the only way he wouldn’t escape. She ran to the nearest police station and frantically narrated the entire story, returning soon after to Michael’s apartment with a number of police officers but Bob was gone. He had broken the bedroom windows and climbed down the fire escape.

Six months had passed. There was no trace of him. The police were still out looking, but were slowly losing interest in the case. Michael’s death had caused quite a stir in her office. Since that day, Natasha lived in fear of her life. She still felt a stabbing fear whenever she found herself alone. She could still feel his finger wrapped around her neck. As she looked out the window at the traffic lights, tears rolled down her cheeks. She had lost the man she loved and he was never coming back. Her eyes had lost their sparkle. She would get her revenge. This was one story she was going to tell the world and no one was going to stop her.

It was 11.30 p.m and she was just about done. Shutting the lights in her corner office, she closed the door and started for the elevators. Her heels clicked against the cool, hard surface as she walked on the marble floor. “Am I hearing things?” She thought she heard her name being called. Then she heard it again. A voice she tried very hard to forget was suddenly ringing in her ears, “Natty, beautiful Natty.” She refused to believe it or turn around. ‘It can’t be him. It just can’t.’ But then she saw him. Bob was back.

By Charlene Flanagan

Friday, November 28, 2008

Intensity

A surge of feelings so suddenly disrupt
A guarded and lonely soul
Confusion prevails, questions arise
Bringing a change upon the whole
A tiny kiss can ignite
Things that were left unsaid
But the intensity of those flying sparks
Were laced with guilt and dread

The secret love that no one knew
Has slowly come to light
The night they danced and smiled and kissed
And held each other tight
The secret love begins to show
And slowly but surely continues to grow

By Charlene Flanagan

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Just a random class assignment.... But a real interview...

When it comes to fashion, a country like India has always been conservative. Modeling as a line of work has yet to gain reverence and significance in our society. In recent years, however, Fashion has taken on a whole new meaning. Women in our country have outgrown the above contemplation about the profession. Most women today are far more open towards ideas that were once considered taboo amongst our general public. Today women have a sense of self belief far more superior than it ever was. Right from a young age women have the courage to stand up for their own thoughts and dreams. Women today are ready to set an example for the younger age band. One such example of a woman who has broken the stereotype of the preconceived notions the fashion world brings and is ready to make a difference is Sandhya Shetty.

A versatile and talented model, Shetty is far from what supermodels should primarily constitute, beauty and great bodies. This ambitious model turned actress is not only turning heads as she walks down the ramp but is turning heads in amazement at the things that seem to make her who she is today.

An English Literature graduate from St Xaviers, Shetty has always been someone whose paid attention to academics. She believes that being good at modeling or anything for that matter goes much beyond just looking good or having a pretty face, "To be a successful model, it takes a great amount of intelligence apart from being just a pretty face and have a great body" and she certainly practices what she preaches. What's ironic though is that this is not what she thought she'd end up doing. "I never wanted to become a model," she says, "Modeling just happened to me by chance."

During our two hour interview she let us in on a number of 'tricks of the trade' and told us how she had first started out with sports and the NCC. "I've always been interested in sports and even enrolled myself to join the army." It's amazing to think of the things she's achieved all on her own. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without the help and support of my family" is what she humbly admits. With vast knowledge under her belt that only seems to add to her personality, Shetty is the perfect embodiment of a 21st century diva. Studying Fashion Designing to enhance her stance in the fashion world. But her thirst didn't stop there. She even went on to study law and is well versed with her rights as an Indian citizen.

Conquering the fashion world,gracing the cover of international magazines and even being part of Femina Miss India where she finished as a finalist, Shetty has now turned her attention to the silver screen, having acted in a few productions. She was part of MF Hussain's Meenaxi: A tale of three cities, 2003; Bas Yun Hi, 2003; Khabi Socha Bhi Na Tha, 2007.

There is nothing this stunning and intelligent woman won't do to become the person she dreams of. She believes in her identity and encourages poeple not to shy away from their true selves. When asked whether there was one thing she was truly proud of, she says, "I wouldn't say that I'm proud of anything I've done but I am very happy about the Bengali movie I made, Kaal. It gave me a chance to explore myself."

There is nothing better than a self made woman in a country like India and it is imperative for more and more women to follow in Sandhya's footsteps. She truly stands for self belief and clearly speaks through her actions what determination, hard work and following your dreams can achieve in the real world.

Charlene Flanagan

Monday, September 8, 2008

Faded

A broken someone, a wandering soul,
Shackled and in despair
Burdened and no longer whole
Lost and lonely, beyond repair
Frantically hunts for refuge near,
Faceless she’s made to stay
Nights grow colder with biting fear
As she tries to find her way

Falling to pieces with each stride
Confusion clouds her sight
Desperately seeking a place to hide
Gradually giving up the fight
Her passion seems to run away
While her blue skies slowly fade to grey

Charlene Flanagan

Sunday, August 3, 2008

“We Indians are very tolerant of real-life injustices but are quite intolerant of unpalatable views/ expressions.”

Article 21 of the Constitution of India: Protection Of Life And Personal Liberty states that “No person shall be deprived of his life or personal liberty except according to procedure established by law,” yet we constantly witness a great deal of injustice done to the poor and helpless, or to those who cannot defend themselves. How many of us have stopped to help a person in need or even bring an injustice to light when we see it happening right under our noses? Have we ever put ourselves in the other’s shoes? No. All we do as bystanders to such atrocities is, make statements like “Thank god something like this has not happened to me!”

A columnist for the Times of India once juxtaposed the Indian affinity for “action versus inaction,” citing the suspension of Police Officers as being a prime example: Whenever a Police Officer is caught in a wrongdoing; he is merely suspended for a short period of time or transferred. The advantage of such an action lies in the fact that while it immediately appeases a public, angry over injustice, it does not actually tackle the heart of the problem itself; the errant officer will be back on duty within a few months. It amazes me how the police find their way to the front pages of leading Indian newspapers, but for all the wrong reasons. In the wake of the recent blasts that put all major cities on high alert, it’s interesting to see how the Bangalore police have taken a keen interest in investigations concerning the Ahmed family. Crimes against the city can most definitely wait, seeing how important the Ahmed family investigation is, conveniently putting city crimes in the back seat. Rape, murder or the heartless killings of the female foetus are all given less priority over stories that would guarantee the police media attention. Another example can be of the Aarushi murder case which gave the Noida police all the media attention they wanted.

Vote Bank politics played by Political parties in India are another prime example of how our society is transfixed on emotionally charged issues, such as the Ram Mandir or the Ramsethu, which bear little or no actual value as far as genuine issues, such as poverty, inflation and unemployment, plaguing the country are concerned. Thousands of women find themselves being victims of dowry deaths because their parents or families don’t want to do anything about it for the sake of their family’s dignity and reputation, which just happens to be fragile. Another reason people don’t go forward with any reports or complaints are the tedious, long procedures and the frustrating formalities that have to be followed up with continuous visits to courts. There is no simple procedure at public disposal and more often than not, lawyers are bought over by the defence, rendering all the time, money and efforts or any attempt of those less fortunate at justice, unsuccessful.

Indians are to a very great extent fascinated by Bollywood and all the glitz and glamour that accompanies it. They are more concerned about inconsequential gossip that surrounds the lives of the rich and famous but turn a blind eye to the multitude of crimes and injustices that envelopes or lives. Take for example the fact a man, hit by a train, lost his limbs but was made to suffer the excruciating pain because help or even the police were nowhere in sight. He endured the pain and bleeding for a good 2 hours before help arrived and he was taken to a hospital. The only humane thing done for him was that he was moved from the platform onto a bench. It is things like this that makes me wonder, “Where has our compassion and tolerance gone?”

“This is not England, or New Zealand or Australia, or whatever the fuck else. This is India. This is the land of the heart. This is where the heart is king man. The fucking heart. That's how we keep this crazy place together with the heart. Two hundred fucking languages and a billion people. India is the heart. It’s the heart that keeps us together. There is no place with people like my people, Lin. There is no heart like the Indian heart.” So writes author Gregory David Roberts in Shantaram. Robert’s novel, seeing Mumbai, and indeed India, from the eyes of an outsider, touches on some key concepts that make up the Indian psyche, a sufficient point of departure for our analysis of this peculiar habit that seems so unique to Indians. By quoting from Shantaram, I am only trying to highlight a very subtle but true fact that Indians think with their hearts and not their minds. They place emotions before facts. We don’t like bad ideas because we think with our hearts but at the same time we’re too apathetic about things that genuinely matter.

Charlene Flanagan

This was a class assignment for a module on Human Rights. I posted it here because I thought it was appropriate.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Screaming Infidelities

Crying on his shoulders
She slowly reeled him in
Sob stories made his heart melt
She was smiling from within

“He makes me smile, you won’t understand
I know that this is real,
It’s not like what I used to have,
I can’t explain the way I feel.”

“You’ve said that one too many times,
Don’t you tire of it too?
A girl’s reputation is fragile,
Think about the things you do!”

“Don’t you worry about what people think?
That they will tarnish your name?
Do you like the negative attention?
To you it’s all the same.”

“What would she know?” You must think,
“She’s too young to know what’s best,
She’s done plenty wrong, why should I care,
Please let this subject rest!”

Screaming infidelities rule your life,
But you are blind to see,
For the ones that stand to bear the hurt,
Are none but you and he.


Charlene Flanagan

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Drops of Rain

Falling beads of awaited relief
Like a blessing being showered down
Slowly fades the wail of grief
From a stressed and anxious town
Sweet release from the bondage of routine life
The trivialities of worries and pain
With a surge of energy to aid the strife
Poured forth the first drops of rain

Such simplicity calms the weary heart
And soothes the restless soul
Shelters the truth that stands apart
From the person as a whole
What lies behind the hurt and lies
Are falling beads of painful cries

Charlene Flanagan

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Sunrise

A glow, a fiery orange red
Rose slowly through the skies
Enveloping darkness, scattering dread
While the world still sleeping lies
Birds awakened by the morning light
Take flight and start to sing
The long awaited rest of night
New tales of life to bring

Opportunities await the fading black
Adventures await the kill
Nerves and worries question the lack
Of substantial strength and skill
There's fight and power within the eyes
With success to follow each sunrise

Charlene Flanagan

Uncertainties

So much depends upon
What we think and how we feel
Events unfold, confusions arise
And not knowing what is real
Waking up to find everything a change
Wondering what fate has in store
For love, unpredictable and uncertain
Might suddenly be no more

Charlene Flanagan

Reflection

Who is that girl, where does she go?
Does anyone know her name?
She’s wandering lost, painfully slow,
Everyday just the same.
Expressionless, without a smile
Her eyes all filled with tears
Unaware what brings the lonely mile
Now stricken with worry and fears

She’s trying to hide away the doubt
She’s lost her voice and cannot shout
Who is that girl, the one I see?
Vacantly staring back at me?
I know her name, behind the lies
That girl is me, the one that cries

Charlene Flanagan

Piece the Puzzle

Sitting at my window
Lonely thoughts running through my mind
Wondering where life's taking me
And what life's left behind
I'm staring down the rain-clad road
Watching children as they play
Whiling away my precious time
On this somber and peaceful day
Abundant thoughts seem to fly about
Some good while others bad
Recalling every moment
And every opportunity I've had
It's been a while since I've penned my thoughts
So it's hard to get the flow
But there's so much i want to tell you
So much you need to know
Life hasn't been very easy
A regular troubled teen
Made an obscene amount of mistakes
I'm the perfect drama queen
Twenty years have passed me by
But experience might make it seem more
Mine is not the life of an average girl
And I'm sure you've heard that before
I'm coming out of a two year relationship
It seems odd that I'm not shattered
But it's hard when life's like a puzzle
With some pieces lost and some scattered
Where do I begin I have to ask
Which story should I first tell
How do I even find the words
To explain that moment i fell?
My life has been a roller coaster ride
With it mostly getting stuck
I always make the worst decisions
Accompanied by rotten luck
Ignoring advice from all my friends
Being blind to the wrong steps i take
Then go crying back to those very shoulders
Whose feelings were always fake
My problem is I cannot face the truth
I run at the first signs of pain
Blocking Out any chance of change
To make mistakes all over again
Though i hope i can be an example
And make a difference to a troubled soul
Don't run and hide but stand and fight
Piece the puzzle and make it whole