Saturday, July 04, 2009

The Black Cap

People close to me might know that I am mad about black colour. Anything that I would choose for myself, I would prefer black and always choose some shade of black or its allied colours.

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I am going to buy a cap. I called my mom and said I am going to buy a cap. She wants me to buy some light coloured one. She knows I cant resist a black. Yet, she keeps telling. I walk into Gurunath. I look for possibly good looking and fitting caps. Something black keeps coming back to my hand. I cant help it. I am not impressed with anything else. I buy a black cap. I call mom again and say, I bought a Black Cap. She says she knew that I cant buy anything else. Moms know their kid very well.

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I lost my black cap. The most favourite of my black caps. I dont remember where I left it. I m very desparately trying to recollect as to where I could have missed it. Where did I wear it to, where did I leave it, Who could have taken it, Who could have know its whereabouts. Its not even a few months since I got it. I am pained. I am confused. I am depressed. I am mad. Where is it?

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The older Black Cap has been hence put to much more use. I have been using the older black cap for a few weeks now. And I dont know where i left this one too. I went back to my room and checked, I couldnt find it. I go out to T Nagar for some work and keep looking for shop which sells caps. I dont find a cap vendor. I come back without any black caps. I open the door, latch it behind me and strip. I put them clothes into the wash bucket and there it is, between the wall and the bucket, the old black cap. Yes i have a black cap.

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I am walking into the hostel and I notice that the security has a black cap in his hand. My heart races. Could it be my new black cap that has been missing since a few weeks. I fill water into my bottle from the dispenser and climb the staircase. However my attention to that Black cap has not yet ceased. I keep seeing it to confirm if it is mine. I have reached my floor. I still see his hand and I now know that what he has in his hand is my Black cap indeed.

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My heart is racing. He has my Black Cap. My Favourite Black Cap. I want to go tell him its mine, and snatch it from his hand. I want my cap back. I take my empty water jug and go down again to fill it. He seems to have kept my Black Cap somewhere inside one of his draws. I should find it out and take it from him. I should tell him its mine and ask for it. I fill my jug and start talking a friend passing by. My mind is still trying to find out where he has kept it. When do i ask him to give me back my cap?

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I start climbing the stairs yet again with this friend telling something, and I still look at the security and there he takes my cap out of one of his drawers. And I keep looking at it. I prolong the conversation as we reach my floor. I keep talking to this friend while my mind and eye are still watching the security and his hand which has my black cap. He puts it back below the table. I keep watching I should go and tell him its mine and talk possession of my Black Cap.

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The friend has left. I start walking to my room. I turn back and peep downstairs. He is not at his seat. Where has he gone? I look up and look to the other side of the corridor. He is there at the other entrance and he is not looking here. I keep the jug on the staircase and take a dash downstairs. Without his noticing, i crawl up the table and put my hand to frantically fetch my cap and i run back to my floor. I got back my Black Cap but my heart is beating faster. He is still at the other end of the corridor. I come to my room and put my Black Cap for a much needed wash.

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I am sitting in my room under my laptop. My door is open and the bucket with My black Cap in it is right there near the entrance. I hear some noise from the next room. I know that people have kept stuff and would keep moving things in and out of that room. And there he is, the security at my door for a moment. I ask him what he wants and he says he came with some students who wanted to keep/take stuff from the adjacent room and goes away. I realise that the black cap is visible. Did he see it? Did he see my black cap in my bucket???

Comments:
You bulbed in front of the security guard?? I can't believe it! ;)
 
Good attempt at thriller story and all.. Wait, did I say "good"? Damn
 
much ado about nothing but a cap???? might have empathised if it were even a Gurunath puff
 
:P naice! I know the feeling. But I sincerely hope the cap is yours. Otherwise, the security fellow will be going through the phase, that you went through.

Btw, is it the same cap that comes along with the security uniform? :P
 
What's your opinion on 'black' money??
 
Vetti Bhaand!!! Get done with your degree daaa!!!!
 
kalakku DA BBC.
 
ha...thoppi....thoppi...ha ha ha..

(strange...when i wrote this the captcha below was CAPeersi )!!!!!
 
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