There was a loud screech from the rebellious tyres as the
bus came to a sudden stop. She hurled forward slightly as the bus applied
sudden brakes. She looked up from her tablet, paused the movie she has been
watching and removed her ear-phones, wondering what could have caused this
sudden halt.
All the passengers were craning their necks to get a better
view of the resulting commotion. Through the raised voices of the driver and
some random commuters outside, it was evident that a collision of sorts had
been prevented at the end moment. They seemed to be arguing about whose fault
it was, mouthing a string of cuss words in their vernacular. She frowned
slightly, annoyed that there could be a delay in reaching office – yet again…
Road accidents were not uncommon in Bangalore’s busy rush
hour traffic. There seemed to be hardly any decorum or even minimal road sense
with every large and small vehicle demanding priority passage. Loud honking and
furrowed brows dominated the morning scene. Flaring tempers followed suit.
She sighed and sunk back in her seat, stuffed the earphones
in her ear and resumed the video, thankful to have some respite from this
commotion. It looked like a long wait, but at least she needn't get upset about
it.
Just then her phone buzzed.
She had a new WhatsApp message from the group of friends
from her previous company. There was some random chat in progress about one of
the team getting ready to tie the knot. Everyone in her circle was either
getting hitched or getting knocked up. It was impossible to escape such status
posts even on Facebook, which made staying long on such social sites a real
pain for someone like her – single and trying hard to remain so. “Married, with
kids” seemed to be the most coveted status update. It was hard enough with all
the society aunties spouting their so-called “concern” about her marriageable
age slipping out of reach, every time she visited her folk back home. And all her
married friends were all gung ho about their recent new acquisition – their
husbands/bundles of joy. All of a sudden, they appeared to be from some distant
planet out of her comprehension.
She sighed and added her “congrats + suitable smiley icon”
to the already long list of superfluous wishes on her WhatsApp group, not wanting
to appear socially obnoxious because she herself was out of the realm of
weddings.
Her thoughts wandered unbidden to Vishesh – her “ex”. They
had broken up a year back after four years of tumultuous togetherness and the
emotional gash from the break-up had not quite healed completely. There was a
dull ache that at most times, she was able to quell with self-imposed
workaholism. At other times like these, stuck in a sluggish traffic jam and
goaded by peers, an avalanche of memories threatened to ruin her peace of mind.
Not that they were totally incompatible. Just that they had some
deep-seated differences of opinion about certain fundamental issues. Hers was
to have a stable career before tying the knot; his was to play the field in the
meantime. When she realized she was being two-timed by someone she thought she
had known so well and cared so deeply for and with none other than her best
friend…well, heartbreak is heartbreak…Words, smiles, promises, dreams,
friendship, warmth – everything lost meaning in a fraction of a heartbeat, in
the light of splintered trust.
Like every other girl fantasizing about a stable
relationship that would metamorphose into wedded bliss, she had believed that
he was “The One” from the moment they had met in college. Over the years that they
had known each other, their friendship had evolved into a deeper bond. Her
faith had never faltered, even though they had their share of crests and
troughs like every other couple known to man. He was charming – she’d give him
that – and he always knew what worked for him and when. He would always find a
way to worm his way into her good books no matter how many times he might have
screwed up. It was always hard to question the sincerity of his promises even
though there were countless times he never really delivered on them. Or paid
heed to her wishes. Until the time he had taken it too far – by hooking up with
her best friend of many years and keeping her in the dark for months before she
finally caught them in the act.
It was at a traffic jam like this that she had caught sight
of Vishesh’s car. He called her up earlier that week to say he would be out on
a business trip for a few days. And there he was cozying up with her best
friend in his car, the two of them cootchie-cooing like a pair of love birds.
When she called his number and asked where he was, to her astonishment, he
answered that he was still out, preparing for a business meeting. His deceit
had left her aghast and deeply hurt.
She had been blinded by his attention and mojo too long that
when his unfaithfulness had finally hit her, it had hit her smack between her
eyes, draining her of all emotion and leaving her numb. The tears had come
later, much later, in torrents and trickled to a thin stream of pain or spurts
of recurring memories getting blurrier and somewhat bearable with the passage
of time. Now, she was hardened by life in general and reasonably happy with her
state of being. Love wasn’t the be all and end all of life, and you never know
what the future has in store.
She had probably had a near miss on that one. A wake up call
of sorts. An accident averted by divine providence – perhaps just like this one
that caused the traffic jam. May be there was still hope for her yet.
9:25 AM.
If the bus didn’t pull out of the verbal stronghold, she was
going to be late and miss the morning’s meeting.
She looked at her buzzing phone. Another notification, now
on her Facebook page. She fought the urge to ignore it. Funny, she mused, how
social media has gone on to integrate all social life of this generation whose
day begins and ends with their social media enabled smart phones. But in the
process, technology has also managed to alienate them from real conversations
with real people – for instance, one’s co-passengers in the bus.
She looked at the passenger beside her, for the first time.
He was a well-dressed, youngish, bespectacled guy with a clean-shaven and
lantern-jawed profile engrossed in his smart phone, occasionally looking up to
see if the commotion outside had subsided. She could relate with his growing
impatience.
Must be an IT professional, she thought, like the million
other software engineers headed for work to some multinational software
company. Bangalore was teeming with such people who made a living by solving
the business and technology problems of the globe. She was one such person
herself and her work kept her sane.
9:30 AM.
The quarrel-mongering drivers of either vehicle had finally
quit their tamasha and decided to
give in to the persistent honking of fellow commuters. The bus pulled ahead
reluctantly and she sighed with a mixture of relief and impatience.
Her co-passenger glanced at her and smiled pleasantly. “A
tough one, huh?”
He had a nice voice, she noted and soft eyes that crinkled
behind the glasses. She answered levelly “Yeah! You can say that.”
“Had they gone on any longer with their verbal tirade, I’m
sure most of the people in the bus would have stomped out in anger!” he chimed.
“Hmm...” She gave a non-committal smile.
“Hi, I’m Arjun. Arjun Mehta” he extended a palm in
introduction “I am a software developer at ZDS in Whitefield.” ZDS was a
reputed software firm, needing no further clarification. “I have seen you
travel this route before. Nice to meet you…”
“Ashvika” She answered, taking his proffered hand “Financial
analyst at Societe Generale. Nice to meet you too...”
There is that split second when time stops. A silent moment when eyes
meet and smiles converge. You can call it a heartbeat or an eternity. You can
call it destiny or a second chance.
She opened her mind to possibilities. And thanked the
traffic jam…
