June'14, Delhi
The Conference hall of Le Meridian, Delhi was packed.
Everywhere he turned, Cyrus could see the curious reporters with their microphones, media professionals with their cameras and cheering
crowd of crazy fans. Cyrus, tall, extremely fair in his mid twenties will
soon be facing this crowd. He adjusted his collar as he let his eyes wander. He felt suffocated, as if the air was too thin to match the gathering.
For such a private
person, I sure know how to choose my job, he thought as he pasted a big smile
on his face, blinking from the blinding flashe of the cameras assaulted him from all direction. It was his life’s achievement and this day, he was here to be
awarded for his passion, but instead of staying here, all he wanted to do was
run away and find an exit.
He shook his head at
his stupidity. From
today onwards, his life would become public and his face would become familiar to all. There was nothing he could do about it. He looked around the hall and
found himself staring at his own face on the posters. There were also the
posters of the front cover of his best-seller novel, his pride, ‘The Life’s
Game – Destiny Vs Desire.’
He adjusted his long legs
to become more comfortable, but he couldn’t find the comfort over the huge
ruckus around in the conference hall.
“One question at a time,
please.” His manager who dealt with PR activities and the advertisement of the
book shouted over the din and handed the microphone over to Cyrus. Cyrus
hesitated for a moment before he took it from his PR manager and waited for
the racket to begin.
"Here goes nothing,"he
thought as he saw a man in his mid-forties stand up with a mike.
“Who is the inspiration
for your first book?” ,the man asked.
“My daughter,” Cyrus
pulled his lips apart in a wide smile as he said that.
He took a deep breath, but
before he could let it out, another person shot a question.
“How did you come up with
the title?”
“Life is a game. Every
one of us is playing our own part in it. And this book,is related to this
game of life. The rules, the mishaps, the victories and failures in the game
called Life.” he rubbed his little beard on the chin with a thoughtful look.
He looked lost, as if he
was in another dimension. After a minute, he continued, “People play their
turns with their desires; whether or not their destiny takes them to their
desires, that is the result of this game. And that result, let me tell you, is
not always fair. Hence, this title ‘The Life’s Game – Desire Vs Destiny.’” He
finished with another one of his quick smile.
“Is there a message in
the novel that you want to convey to your readers?”
“Yes, of course. This
story has a bit of everything that is closely related to life. There is
sacrifice, there is betrayal, there is hatred and then there is love. I have
tried my best to capture every emotion and nuances of a human mind and heart. It
depends on what the readers want to capture.” Cyrus replied and looked around
once again.
This is never-ending, he
sighed, as he adjusted his big, black framed spectacles which were covering his black eyes and stared at a woman who now stood there like she was in a
battlefield rather than an air-conditioned hall, ready to question him.
“Is the story based on
your own experiences or on someone you know?”
Women always have
troublesome questions, just like my wife’s. He smiled at the thought of his
passionate, fiery wife, who reminded him of a firecracker. He brushed
his curly hair with one hand to answer this one.
“Every single story that
has ever been written, they have some connection with our own life. A bit here,
a bit there, but a connection nonetheless. This one, is close to me and my
life.”
“Do you see writing as a
career?”
“Yes, may be, my next
book will show how a stuffy, smart lawyer can become a writer.” He chuckled and
the crowd cheered at his reply.
“If you had to do it all
over again, would you change anything in the story?”
“No. I would not.
Somethings are supposed to happen in the way they are meant to and we,should never try to change them,” he replied. He shifted in his chair,
twitched his fingers and sighed. He felt as if his lungs were squeezing the air
in a hurry.
Where is the damn exit when
you desperately need one? He wondered as he stared at the endless sea of people
surrounding him.
“While you were writing,
did you ever feel as if you were one of the characters? Did you find it hard to
let go of those characters?”
He shifted in his chair,
again. He felt uneasy and edgy. “Umm – no.”
And the questions
continued. He answered some, ignored some and finally when he couldn’t bear any more, he waved his lean fingers in front of the people.
“I think I have taken more
time than what was planned. Thank you for all your cooperation to make this
book a huge success.” He bowed like the gentleman he was and left the
conference.
It took him an hour to
reach his home, and during that one-hour, he was thinking of this new phase in his
life. He was excited and had mixed emotions, happy and fearing at the same
time. When he knocked the door, his daughter’s giggles greeted him before the
door was unlocked. She hugged him and asked him about his day. When they
chatted a little bit more, he left her to play and entered his
sanctuary.
The desk was filled with
heaps of papers and pens. His wife would tear him like a used page if she saw
the state of his desk, but for now, he ignored it as he slumped on the couch
and leaned his head against the headrest.
He closed his eyes with a
tired breath. He saw a little girl clinging to his leg, crying for her family.
He saw a woman patting the little girl, whispering soothing words.
How life changes, within
the blink of the eye! And then he was lost in thoughts.
Read the next part of the story here- Life's Game- Chapter 1
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The parting lines at the end of the chapter leave a profound impression. Well done. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Manogna...its all a team effort :D
Deleteawesome..feel like reading more...and d end leaves me with a question what happens next...very nicely written...
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot :)
DeleteI recommended writing more lines as Cyrus. That is, in first person. Makes the reader feel related of the ongoing story. Other than that, great read. Keep it up. 😊
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Dhananjay for the honest and wonderful feedback...
DeleteCyrus is going to come in the next chapters...:D