Minutes of Madness - 01

September 11, 2011

Yes, there is something to remember with the date. But we don’t remember it till we hear or read it as 9/11! How stupid to remember things just with date and that too in American formatting which we are not used to! And so, ‘No’ there is nothing to remember with the date and no serious coincidences with Osama’s plan and I don’t want you to remember the twin tower attack either! And foremost, I don’t remember dates and occurrences. I am bad at it.

It’s a usual morning – wake up, stand up, bath, eat kind of start to the day. She came in walking towards me just after I just completed, to be perfect hurried up my final stages of that process.She was little high in confidence while accepting to come, but her ‘cant-be-any-larger’ eyes showed little fear, her short distance between steps proved she is little bit uncomfortable; smile was absurd there with no emotion, her . . .

“So much usage of the pronoun ‘she’, you should have stated her name, a formal introduction about the character, your relationship with ‘her’ while writing a story!” she commented within I completed typing the first paragraph. 

“That’s usual! Why to be writing in the same genre always! How about getting the nerve of the reader by revealing that ‘her’ in the final chapter?” I demanded.

“Huh… your wish! But don’t ever add my name in your first page of your book for such a crappy thing!” she replied with a great effort to find place in my first page but failed!

“Jokes apart, title?” diverting the topic I asked her with great effort to start the desired work.

“Hmmm… well. Whats your story about?” she insisted.

“A life must go on kinda story, nice idea na? What say?” enthusiasm filled words spilled out.

“Great. Wait, let me think for a minute!” she took her minute with those words but never came back with any suggestions even after nearly 25 times of what she had asked for. I was staring at her without any clue of what she was thinking all along! The best thing about ‘staring’ is that you can do it as long as you can till the other end guy/girl trusts you! She is my friend and she doesn’t have any objections over it either!

“You are not done yet? At least say when your minute gets over!” I was little frustrated with the delay.

She replied coolly with a girly attitude, “how about ‘Life’, ‘Everything goes on’, ‘Past is Past’, ‘Memories’ and… and…”

“Please… no more and I swear I will never ask you a thing in future” I was confident with those words but with a little thought ‘there is not any other to rely upon with such a brave attempt of writing a story!’

“Whats so wrong about those titles?Not good enough eh?”

“Not good even! That was total madness and crap!” I was shouting at the tip of my anger. 

“Hey… I got it. How about ‘Minutes of Madness’?” she was glowing with pride soon after she uttered those words. Even I loved the title but decided not to approve that till the story writing process gets over. I don’t want to appreciate her but looked within me with pride of finding such an excellent co-author!

Minute of Madness