Epistle 59: The Day the City Stood Still
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26th July, 2005:
Great, I've managed to piss Ranveer off again. Argh, why does this always happen with me?! Okay, right now I'm sitting in the car beside Ranveer, and he's simply refusing to say another word. So I decided to talk to you instead. Now firstly, I did not mean to say anything like that, alright? It was just the heat of the moment! I swear to God, I wasn't going to say that! Why won't he understand?!
Like I've been telling you for two weeks, there's a very, very important seminar today on the stock markets, something that our faculty has hosted for us so that we have a better understanding of the same. It's like a three-hour seminar along the lines of a foundation course for beginners, and we'll even get a certificate for attending it. Now you know how Ranveer gets all hyperactive when it comes to this.
Okay, I know that I've eaten his head off about it, but what to do? I'm just excited! I know that my father and my best friend are two geniuses when it comes to this, but the person who's going to be conducting the seminar is a veteran, from what they told us in class two weeks back. So naturally, a little outside information isn't going to hurt anyone.
Papa and Ranveer both seemd reluctant about it, but since I'd given my name already, there was no backing out now. But just like my brilliant luck, it's been raining since last night and the showers just seem to be getting more and more horrible. Papa clearly told me not to go for the seminar today, but since I'm the one doing the introduction speech for the guest lecturer, I have to be there.
Papa and I got into an argument over this and as usual, Maa supported him. God, nothing ever goes right! And just when I was standing my ground, Papa ended the discussion that if and only if I managed to convince Ranveer to drive me to and fro was I allowed to go! What a masterstroke, really. Papa knows very well that Ranveer absolutely HATES driving in this weather as long as he can avoid it, and since he's also been reluctant about the whole seminar thing right from the start, he was definitely going to say no.
Well, I do agree that Andheri is pretty far from Chowpatti, but come on! What option do I have? Papa won't let me use any means of public transport in the rains because it is totally unreliable and since it's been raining cats and dogs since seven this morning, there's absolutely no chance. So I had only one option - convince Ranveer and do the impossible.
So off I marched to Ranveer's room, putting on the saddest and most believable puppy dog eyes that I could put on. Well, I did have the tendency to overdo with the eyes, so I had to be careful. Anyway, I entered the room and was lucky to find Ranveer sitting on the bed, his eyes pouring over several of the books strewn across the bed while he played with the pen absent-mindedly. He was still working on his next thesis paper.
He shot me a cursory glance before getting back to pondering over his fat volumes. I cleared my throat and spoke hesitantly.
"Um, when will you finish with this?"
"I don't know... What happened?" he asked, putting down his pen to survey me closer.
"I, um, need you to drop me to Andheri..." I requested uncertainly, knowing that I was really being selfish by disturbing him during his study hours.
"Take any of the other drivers, Ishaani. I'm kinda busy right now," he replied brusquely, but I knew that I did not have that option. It had to be him.
"No, Papa said that I'll only be allowed to go if you take me," I let him know and he rolled his eyes at me.
"Then sit at home. It's raining terribly as it is. Why do you want to take a chance in the rains? You know how quickly you fall sick as it is," he remarked irritably and I gave him an outraged look.
"But Ranveer, this is a question of my knowledge! And plus, my professor gave me the responsibility of the welcoming speech and-"
"Look, Ishaani," he said, cutting through my speech with a stern look on his face. He could really get scary at times. "In terms of knowledge, Mota Babuji and I can also give you the same thing, so there's no need to worry about that. As to your welcome speech, you shouldn't have taken responsibility of it," he added dispassionately and I felt my temper flare up.
"But I-" was all I could say before he cut me off once again.
"Just sit home and enjoy the weather, Ishaani. Think that it's for your best," he adviced me, shrugging his shouldesr. I scowled at him darkly, hoping that it would have some effect upon him. When he just got back to going through his books, I decided to play dirty.
"You're just being mean and a lazy ass," I accused and it effectively caught his attention. But even then, he only shot me an exasperated look.
"I thought you were supposed to stop cussing," he reprimanded, and I waved him off in disapproval. He was clearly getting annoyed now and he intimated as such.
"Now shoo, Ishaani, I need to work upon my thesis paper."
"Oh come on! How can you do this to me?! You're supposed to be my best friend!" I whined in reproach, hoping that the emotional blackmail would work. It didn't.
"And because I'm your best friend, I'm telling this to you for your own good. Drop it," he warned me before trying to get back to his books, but I could see that he had lost his concentration now. Picking up my chance, I knelt before him and joined my hands in front of him in prayer.
"But what's the problem, Ranveer? You'll be there with me and it's just a three hour lecture! Please, please, please!" I begged of him and he looked appalled.
He pulled me up on my feet once again, now looking irked.
"NO! Now stop acting like a child and let me work upon this!" he cried aloud to me.
There was no way out now except for more emotional blackmail. And I knew what to do. But even before I could frame my sentence properly, it flew out from upon my tongue like a whip.
"I thought there was a reason why Papa appointed you as my dri-"
I did not have to complete the word because I knew that I'd crossed a boundary with my imprudence. Ranveer looked up at me and I was so sure that his usually chocolate-coloured eyes had gone black. There was a way he stared at me as though there was something emptying away from his eyes... something broken replacing it.
I gulped quickly, knowing that I needed to contain the damage before it was too late. I had barely formed a line of defense when Ranveer shut away all of his books (much forcefully than he normally would) and rearranged them back in place. Giving me an icy look, his voice reverberated the same coldness when he spoke next.
"You're right. Mota Babuji did appoint me as your driver so that I could take you whenever and wherever you wanted."
I shook, my head at the taboo word, trying to speak again when he raised his hand up as a cue for me to remain silent. He struck me dumb. Maybe it was the cold anger, or maybe it was the broken look in his eyes. He continued anyway.
"Let's not waste time. It's already half-past eight and you need to be there by noon. We're going to get a lot of traffic."
Before I could say anything further, he left the room, leaving behind only a guilty silence. And as much as I was happy to be attending the seminar by defying all the odds, I don't like the fact that I upset Ranveer like this. Oh God, I didn't mean to say it like that! I just wanted to convince him! And now he won't even look at me or even talk to me. Shit, what did I do? Papa was unhappy, Ranveer is unhappy, and I think I've lost my mood as well. But we've already reached Vile Parle now, so there's no turning back. Damn it!
I don't know how I'm going to get Ranveer to talk to me now. I'm too ashamed to meet eyes with myself... How will I meet eyes with him? Oh God, this is bad. This is really, really bad. And these stupid rains! Why are they getting from bad to worse? I just hope that it stops raining by the time the seminar comes to an end. Oh wait, we've already entered Andheri... Good, now I think it'll be another five-ten minutes more.
I just hope that this stupid seminar is a saving grace to this terrible day.
"We've reached," exclaimed Ranveer coldly as the car came to a halt and stood in front of the auditorium where the seminar was going to take place. He still didn't meet eyes with her. Ishaani shut her diary and stuffed it into her bag, giving Ranveer a guilty look.
"I'm sorry, Ranveer."
"You're getting late," he replied icily, completely disregarding her apology. "It's already five minutes to noon. You were supposed to report ten minutes back."
"Ranveer, I-" began Ishaani, but Ranveer cut her off once again.
"We'll talk about this later, okay?"
Ishaani stared at him, knowing that he needed time to cool off as well. Sighing wearily as she felt her eyes burn with tears at the edges, she got down from the car after pushing open her umbrella outside the door, instantly recoiling at the water that was now above her ankles, spoiling her churidar.
Ranveer stared took resolutely at the steering wheel as the rain whipped harder, abruptly getting down from the car as Ishaani struggled with her umbrella. He came to stand beside her, taking away the umbrella that was fighting a losing battle with the harsh winds as he found himself getting drenched, cursing his luck even more so. Holding it up for her as the winds halted for her departure, Ranveer led Ishaani to the building until she was under the shade of the premise.
He was about to make his way back to the car wordlessly when Ishaani caught hold of his wrist.
"Will you be alright?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. Ranveer turned behind, his eyes suddenly much stormier than the dreadful day.
"I'll live through it," he replied bitterly, letting her hand fall away from his own. Ishaani sighed at his retreating figure, knowing that even two seminars' worth of time would fall short in making it up to him.
-x-
Ishaani returned back to the car, her churidar and kurti drenched up to her thighs. The moment she opened the door, the flooded water entered alongside, its unwelcome presence annoying Ishaani even more.
"What the heck is happening here?" she yelled above her voice as she stared about the place in panic. The waters had already reached above the tyres and the rains only seemed to lash harder and harder, as though there was no stopping it at all.
"We need to reach home as soon as possible," came Ranveer's worried reply from beside her as he quickly turned on the ignition, thanking his stars that the car was working. Managing to reverse the car and get it back on track, he filled Ishaani up on what was exactly happening.
"There's been an alert issued that its best if people stay indoors. There's a high tide gone wrong as well."
"Shit, the seat's gotten all wet and I'm soaked to the skin," complained Ishaani softly, looking about at the mess in the car.
"Wait, let me on the heater, it'll help," replied Ranveer as he quickly turned it on, the warm blast of air a relief after the rude, cold waters. Ishaani had barely murmured a gracious thank you when Ranveer stopped the car suddenly, unbuckling his seatbelt.
"Ranveer, what are you doing?"
Without giving an answer, Ranveer crawled behind and fell clumsily upon the backseat while Ishaani stared at him, bewildered. He quickly put down the glasses a little, an apprehensive look upon his face as the water fell into the car. Ishaani continued to look at him, dumbfounded.
"I'll keeping the windows a little open for ventilation. Since the water has already gone above the tyres, there's a good chance that the car might break down," explained Ranveer, his face suddenly pale as he jumped back into the front seat.
"Oh, shit..." was all Ishaani could say before Ranveer spoke ominously.
"Yeah, we're going to be stuck in a deep rut if we don't hurry home soon.
-x-
Eight hours later found Ranveer and Ishaani seated in the car, still drenched, the vehicle broken down on an abandoned street. It had been raining heavily for above twelve hours non-stop now. The city had come to a standstill, the horror of God's wrath paralyzing all as the sea decided to come over to the land. They'd only managed to reach Vile Parle in five hours (that'd only take 20 minutes on any normal occasion), when Ranveer decided to use the shortcut.
He'd barely gotten through two streets when the floods were too much to drive in and the car broke down. The water had now reached more than half the height of the car, and it was a low-lying crevice area to add to their utter disadvantage.
"What did we get ourselves into?" cried Ishaani as she stared at the alarming water in fright.
"Ishaani, it'll be alright. Don't panic, okay?" reassured Ranveer, even though there was no conviction in his voice at all.
"Don't panic? Don't panic? The f**king car has broken down! The doors, windows... Everything is jammed! The seatbelts won't open and we can't even break open any of the goddamn glassed, in spite of having a f**king crowbar! And you're telling me not to panic?! This is our coffin!" yelled Ishaani at him hysterically.
The moment the car had broken down, they'd tried unbuckling their seatbelts but the water had caused the working mechanism of the belts to malfunction. They tried unlocked their doors and windows, but it had met with the same futile fate. Ranveer had managed to find a crowbar in the cavity of the door and tried to break open the glass, but it wouldn't budge. They tried to wriggle their way out from the seatbelts but somehow, it had trapped them to the extent where any amount of gymnastics didn't work. People were too busy running for their own lives to bother trying to save them, and the ones who'd passed the lonely lane and tried had no better luck either.
Giving up after an hour, they stared at each other desolately.
"Look, there's a chance that it might stop raining, okay? The rains do look slightly lesser now," remarked Ranveer. Ishaani gave him a troubled look, staring ahead at the windshield.
"All I can see is that the water is just rising and rising!" she replied, her voice now panic-stricken.
Both of them could feel their hearts pounding against their chests in a deranged frenzy. It was as though their hearts were trying to make a run for it; trying to use up all its remaining beats that were very well not going to come if the brutal waters were their destined doom.
"Argh, if only this seatbelt would open, I'd have a better shot at breaking open the glass!" yelled a now-frantic Ranveer as he tugged at his seatbelt hard, the moist material of the belt now cutting at the side of his neck.
"Here, let me try again," said Ishaani as she tugged at her belt as violently as she could, but meeting the same result. "Damn it, it won't open!" she exclaimed angrily, swearing at the top of her voice.
Ranveer took back the abandoned crowbar and tried hitting it at his window until his hands ached. The glass remained the way it was.
"Great, we're doomed," muttered Ranveer, giving up on trying to free himself. He gripped the belt away from his neck instead as Ishaani shook her head, throwing it into her hands. Ranveer had barely decided on the next way to pacify her before she turned to look at him angrily.
"This is all YOUR fault!"
"My fault?!" choked out Ranveer, looking aghast. "How the bloody hell is this my fault?"
"You shouldn't have taken a detour!" she yelled at him angrily, while he looked now outraged.
"Did you see any other way out there?! The road was jammed for the past three hours!"
"This is still your bloody fault!" she shrieked, folding her hands upon her chest as she stared at the floods outside. It only looked worse.
"What are you harping about now?" he asked her irritably, his pitch lower this time though. She looked at him once again, this time cross.
"You should have slapped me and told me to sit at home! But no, you want to take offense and let your bruised ego take over your common sense! See what happened!"
"Ishaani, don't make me open my mouth or you'll be reduced to tears," he warned her and she turned her face away once again, looking forlorn.
"Yeah okay, whatever."
"I just hope that the seminar was worth this," remarked Ranveer after some time, while Ishaani shook her head, disturbed.
"If we live through this, I'm never, ever going to trouble anyone again and I'm going to listen to everyone for everything," she whispered, and Ranveer knew that she was silently praying that it was all a dream. She just had to pinch herself awake to find herself tucked securely in her bed. But this was no dream. They had to be practical about it.
"If we get out alive, that is..." whispered Ranveer, staring out of his window again. It was a terribly dark night. The only think that still functioned were the lights inside the car, although how they still happened to work beat him.
"God, Ranveer... I don't want to die... Not like this..."
"Just be positive, okay? I'm not going to let anything happen to you," reassured Ranveer as he pulled her hand into his own and caressed her cheek with the other one. Ishaani nestled her cheek in his palm before finally letting the tears of mortal fear escape her eyes.
"Ranveer, I swear, I didn't mean to-"
"I know, Ishaani. And I'm sorry. You're right... This is my fault. You have the habit of talking the world's most precious crap when you're annoyed... I should have been more sensible. God, I've failed you... I've failed Mota Babuji..." rambled Ranveer, looking at himself in self-loathing. It was now Ishaani's turn to cup his cheek and make him meet eyes with her.
"Ranveer, I'm sorry... Please- please forgive me," she begged of him, her voice shaking. He shook his head, letting a few tears roll down his face as well.
"I'm not angry at you anymore, Ishaani... I won't lie - it did hurt so much when you said that but then when you weren't here and I thought about it... God, I was so stupid. You would never do that to me... never..." he whispered, as though reprimanding himself for even thinking that way.
Fear was a very powerful thing - it made even the most important things seem non-existent in the wake of mortal peril. Wiping away the tears from his face, Ishaani sniffed slowly.
"Let's try our seatbelts again, okay?"
-x-
Two hours later had the same fate. They were still stuck in the car, their hopes washing away as they felt their feet swirl in the flood water that was entering from the tiny gaps in the windows. Ventilation had kept them alive, but they knew now that they were goners. All the telephone and cell towers had shut down, and like luck could have it, Ishaani's phone had lost all network as well.
Both of them held each other's hands and sat as they waited for their impending doom to fall upon them, a hopeless resignation in their hearts. Somehow, the resignation only made them mock their last moments even more.
"I had so many dreams... So many fantasies to complete... Now living through this night seems like one," whispered Ishaani, shivering in spite of herself. The prolonged hours in the rains were making her feel frozen while she contracted a cold out from it. Ranveer hands were warm - he had a light temperature.
"This sucks..." he whispered back remorsefully, staring at the water with loathing. It had now reached height of half the windows.
"If we get out of this alive, what are the three fantasies you'd fulfill?" asked Ishaani randomly, trying to sum in a meaningful conversation.
Goodness knows that she'd never have any regrets if she died today because every day with him was a meaningful one and a memory to cherish. She wanted her last conversation to be a jovial one, for once.
"Thank God, go to sleep, and hope it's all a very bad dream," replied Ranveer promptly, and Ishaani punched his shoulders.
"I'm serious."
"So am I. But I don't know, really... I haven't given it much thought..."
"But just say so..." urged Ishaani and Ranveer sighed.
"I want to travel the world, you know... Become a big man," he began and Ishaani nodded her head. She knew this was on his list. Ranveer's eyes turned dreamy as he continued.
"I want to have a tryst in a wooden cabin in the woods-"
"What? We are practically half-dead and all you can think about is a tryst? What is wrong with you?!" shrieked Ishaani, mollified. Ranveer rolled his eyes at her, giving her his best smile.
"I'm just being honest, you know."
"Boys... Is this all that roams in your head, really?" spat Ishaani, looked disgruntled. Ranveer gave her an exasperated look.
"Oh please, Ishaani..."
"Ugh, fine! Continue," said Ishaani, giving Ranveer a 'go-ahead' sign.
"And I want to fly, Ishaani... I want to learn how to fly," he whispered, his eyes growing dreamy once again. Ishaani smiled at him as she strengthened her grip upon his hand. He smiled sheepishly.
"What about you?"
"Um, okay," began Ishaani while Ranveer looked at her attentively. "I, uh, want to travel the world as well... make Papa proud by becoming an independent woman, you know," she confessed and Ranveer smiled in encouragement. "I want to have my first kiss with my true love in the rains..." she continued but trailed off when Ranveer smirked at her.
"Look who's talking," he chortled and Ishaani scowled at him.
"Pfft! And, I, uh, want to go scuba-diving in the Great Barrier Reefs," she added, looking distant once again.
"Scuba-dive in the floods first. The skills will come in handy," suggested Ranveer while both of them laughed shamelessly.
Would that be the last time they ever laughed together? Before they could say anything, the car jerked forward nastily, as though on impact. The two of them barely had time to realize what was happening when the car hit an unknown object in front of them, the windshield cracking as a pole fell upon it.
"What the heck was that?!" yelled Ishaani as she recovered from the impact, clutching Ranveer's arm in a death-grip. It took Ranveer some time to recover from the impact of the hit before he looked at his window, now speaking fearfully.
"The water's going above the glass now!"
-x-
Twenty minutes later saw doom lurching closer and closer as the car was now completely submerged in the water, the dreaded mass entering the car ruthlessly as it filled into the spaces, ready to take its kill.
"Oh no... The water is starting to go higher," stated Ranveer as water began entering the car from below as well, the level now reaching up to their torsos.
"God, no! How?!" shrieked Ishaani as she tugged at her seatbelt uselessly. Ranveer put on a torch that he'd been saving for the last minute, yanking at his seatbelt with all his might but in vain.
"I don't know! There must be some sort of leakage or something!" he replied back frantically, both of them now trying desperately for a miracle that didn't seem to come anytime soon.
"Ranveer, if we don't get out in another five-ten minutes, we're both going to drown in this car!" exclaimed Ishaani as her eyes bulged in fear, tears now openly escaping them. They were petrified and there was no use trying to pacify each other about something they knew was not possible anymore.
"I don't even think we have that much time. Give me the crowbar, now!" he commanded and Ishaani handed over the tool she'd been holding on to uselessly beside her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, the panic in her voice increasing.
Ranveer gave her a split-second look, making up his mind. It was an option between her and himself, and they had barely any time left. It there was a chance of survival, it was her right first. He had accepted the path he decided to walk down upon now. Looking at her with as much love as he could muster, he spoke softly yet urgently.
"Look, I'm going to try to break open the windshield, alright? Tug at your belt as hard as you can! You're not going to have enough time to wait, so the moment I break through the windshield, you need to swim out of the car, okay?"
"NO! What about you?!" she shrieked in response, looking shocked. She'd lost all the colour from her face.
If he was to be honest with himself, he knew that it was going to come down to this eventually. Giving her a fake reassuring smile that no more reassured her than him, he spoke hurriedly.
"There isn't enough time for a debate! Get out of the car, and I'll follow you!" he retorted angrily and even before she could understand what was happening, he began tugging at her seatbelt violently, four hands working upon the same now. Miraculously, the seatbelt was pulled away from its holder.
"You won't have time! You'll drown before you even have sense of what's happening to you!" she pleaded, but he didn't listen. The water had risen up to their necks now.
"Ishaani, please, stop arguing over this!" he yelled back as he positioned the crowbar exactly where the cracks in the windshield were. He thanked his stars that the cracks were bad enough to break through the glass easily.
"I'm not going anywhere without you!" protested Ishaani as Ranveer began the final nailing to his coffin.
They both knew that he would have no chance of survival once the water got in, the mass too much to fight against, especially since Ranveer was strapped to his seat and couldn't swim.
"Ranveer, no!" began Ishaani, the rest of her protests cut as the water bordered upon her chin.
"Thank you..." was all that Ranveer managed to choke out as she heard something break like an explosion, her world thrown into a frenzy.
The last thing she remembered seeing was Ranveer's eyes staring at her in farewell. It was a look she'd seen somewhere, but couldn't place in that bloodcurdling moment as she felt herself get pushed out from the car, and into the flooded mass.
In case you are wondering, yes, this chapter is based on the 26th July floods of Mumbai. :) :) Constructive criticism will be more than welcome and sorry for any typos. :D :D
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Epistle 60
Edited by LadyMeringue - 8 years ago