Book Review – Bangkok 8 (John Burdett)

Bangkok 8

Bangkok 8 – the title clearly gives away the setting of the plot. But is the book as exciting as the city itself?

Bangkok 8 is a mystic murder (snakes no less) mystery with its protagonist and narrator being an eastern police officer, Sonchai Jitpleecheep. Even though he follows Buddhist principles, he’s been brought up in a more cosmopolitan culture, thanks to him being the son of an erstwhile prostitute. This story is his quest for revenge for the death of his partner.

What makes Sonchai’s narration interesting is that even though he is an integral part of the infamous flesh trade of Bangkok, he despises it and chooses to view it from the sidelines. This fact gives us a very detached and objective view of the dark world and its inner mechanisms. Despite the oft held opinion, we get to know that Thai women are not forced to delve into this lucrative trade and willingly make it a career option. We also get an understanding of the Thai attitude towards sex, of how Thai women might be the most progressive among their counterparts in other countries, of how despite being in this cut throat trade, they have the utmost professionalism and camaraderie between them and that it isn’t an easy career option and requires every bit of hard work as any other career.

John Burdett shows off his knowledge about the city and its culture throughout the novel. And since he’s a westerner, we also get to view things from both eastern and western perspectives and their conflicting values and styles of working. He deftly portrays the inner workings of the city and of the police force that’s marred with corruption; and why and how this works wonderfully for them as well as for the people of the city. John successfully marries the murder mystery track with the cultural and spiritual one to give the reader a glimpse of Bangkok city beyond its attractive façade.

A good, if not a must read. Some memorable quotes:

  • The future is impenetrable, says the Buddha.
  • Hope or haste comes from the devil, slowness comes from Buddha.
  • The dharma teaches us the impermanence of all phenomena, but you cannot prepare yourself for the loss of phenomenon you love more than yourself.
  • Hit dirt with a stick and you will certainly spread it.
  • You will not make a good death is a power curse; it makes fuck you sound like a benediction.
  • I do not explain the endless cycle of life after life, each one a reaction against some imbalance from the one before, that reaction setting up yet another imbalance and so on and on. We are the pinballs of eternity.
  • Human beings are predators, we like to hunt and eat the weak so we can feel strong for a moment.
  • Magic is preindustrial. I feel sorry for the FBI and her belief that there is anything logical about human existence. It’s like choosing a ringtone, a logical labyrinth with no meaningful outcome. Logic is distraction.
  • Actually the west is the culture of emergency: twisters in Texas, earthquakes in California, wind-chill in Chicago, draught, flood, famine, epidemics, drugs, wars on everything. Of course if you didn’t believe you could control everything , their wouldn’t be an emergency, would there?
  • Everyone is dumb outside their own frame of references.
  • Gautama Buddha was the greatest salesman in history. He was selling nothing. That’s what “nirvana” means: nothing. As the cure for the great cosmic disaster most of us call life, he prescribed a rigorous course of meditation and perfect living over any number of lifetimes, with nothing as its final reward.
  • The greatest pleasure in life is to be understood, is it not?
  • The mind likes truth. It will work quite hard to make the connections, once the pieces are all on board.
  • Waiting is difficult only for those beset by the delusion of time.
  • The east has more patience, more history, more cunning, more sorcery – and gets the sun 1 hours before the west does. How could west ever win?

Book Review – The Secret History (Donna Tartt)

Death is the mother of beauty.

Death is the mother of beauty.

Whenever you pick up a critically acclaimed book, you’re always sceptical whether it’d be yet another pretentious piece of work. Thankfully this wasn’t!

I for one get excited rather than be put off by a thick book and was glad to discover that the book didn’t use it’s run time to bore the daylights out of me. But that being said, there certainly are parts that feel a little stretched and could’ve been done without, though Donna Tartt makes up for it by introducing an interesting piece of storyline every now and then that pulls you in again.

The Secret History is an engaging book to say the least. It tells the story of an elusive group of friends in college and makes us privy to their group dynamics. We see a façade that’s enchanting but mysterious; with you always wanting to turn the page to get a glimpse beyond it. Narrated by the protagonist Richard Papen, right in the beginning the reader is made aware of the identity of the murder victim as well as the perpetrators of the act, thereby making this novel more of a ‘whydunit’ than a ‘whodunit’.  What follows is an interesting set of events that make you feel like a part of the Hampden college campus life as well as each of the characters’ lives. So much so that once you get through with the book, it takes a tiny while to come to terms with the fact that it has indeed ended.

Donna Tartt beautifully narrates the story by employing wonderful words and quotes in a variety of languages like English, Greek, Latin and French. Certainly a good read for a book aficionado.

Here are a few memorable quotes from the book:

  • The mind is its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell. ~ Milton
  • “Why does that obstinate little voice in our heads torment us so? Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls – which after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? But isn’t it also pain that often makes us more aware of self? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no other thing hurts along with one’s burned tongues and skinned knees, that one’s aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that’s why we’re so anxious to lose them, don’t you think?”
  • The Erinyes turned up the volume of the inner monologue, magnified qualities already present to great excess, made people so much themselves that they couldn’t stand it.
  • The least of us know that love is a cruel and terrible master. ~ Sophocles
  • Objects such as corpses, painful to view in themselves, can become delightful to contemplate in a work of art. ~Aristotle
  • Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.
  • Death is the mother of beauty.
  • It’s a temptation for any intelligent person to try to murder the primitive, emotive, appetitive self. But that’s a mistake. Because it is dangerous to ignore the existence of the irrational. The more cultivated a person is, the more intelligent, the more repressed.
  • To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of hiney bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstrung our bones. Then spit us out reborn.
  • Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
  • But of course I didn’t see this crucial moment then for what it was; I suppose we never do.
  • Men have friends, women have relatives, and animals have their own kind. ~Greek axiom.
  • I suppose that when anyone accustomed to working with the mind I faced with a straightforward action, there’s a tendency to embellish, to make it overly clever.
  • What is unthinkable is undoable.
  • Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things – naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror – are too terrible to even grasp at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory, that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself – quite to one’s surprise – in an entirely different world.
  • Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.
  • It does not do to be frightened of things about which you know nothing.
  • There is nothing wrong with the love of beauty. But beauty – unless she is wed to something more meaningful – is always superficial.
  • Psychology is only another word for what the ancients called fate.

The Cuckoo’s Calling – J. K. Rowling

The Cuckoo's Calling

When you’ve had astounding success and raked in unfathomable moolah with your first venture, expectations of people eyeing your subsequent outing will naturally be sky-high. So does J. K. Rowling deliver?

The word ‘success’ probably wouldn’t suffice to describe the author’s earlier attempt with the Harry Potter series. With millions of books sold and top-grossing film adaptations made, she decided to move on to other genres of writing. But typecast she got; which is why she decided to use the alias Robert Galbraith to write The Cuckoo’s Calling.

Now I haven’t (and never felt the need to) read any of her previous works; including, yes, Harry Potter. So naturally I didn’t have any expectations whatsoever of the writer and her style of writing.

The Cuckoo’s Calling is a Crime/Thriller Detective novel that’s a far cry from the children’s book genre the author’s worked on before. The plot of the novel is good; but you only realize it once after you get done with the book. That’s because while you’re reading it, you’re stuck in and confused with the myriad of long, fragmented and superfluous sentences that make you wonder what the point of the sentence was in the first place. Yup! A sentence just like this one.

So this is a sleuth story about a supermodel’s sudden death (hailed as suicide) with signs of it being a cold-blooded murder underneath. The model’s brother hires a crippled war hero turned detective, Cormoran Strike, to solve the case.

Well once you get past the sloppy first half which bores you more often than you’d like, the second half turns out to be much faster and moves at a consistent pace with revelations at frequent intervals. Rowling’s descriptions of situations and mannerisms of characters is pretty good and lets you elaborately imagine their appearance, personality and even body language with ease.

If only her writing style was as engaging as I’d have thought, this book would’ve been a pretty great detective thriller.

Kafka On The Shore – Haruki Murakami

Kafka by the hsore

This is the first work I’ve read of Haruki Murakami and I’m certainly impressed if not totally blown away.

Even though the novel talks about outlandish things like fish falling from the sky, talking cats, un-aged soldiers, alternate worlds and taboo topics like mother-son and sister-brother love; it definitely is a gripping read.

Murakami intertwines the lives and stories of the two lead characters wonderfully and never lets you lose interest in the story. But the best part about this 600 page saga is the beauty with which he explains each and every situation and feeling by drawing elegant and totally appropriate analogies with things that you would’ve rendered misfit under normal circumstances. While turning page after page, you’d be able to relate with the characters (no matter how weird), conjure up images of places you’ve never ever been to and even feel the heaviness of silence weighing on the character.

Read it if you haven’t already! I wouldn’t recommend it for a novice reader though.

Here are a few quotes I found noteworthy:

  • “Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.”
  • “You can’t look too far ahead. Do that and you’ll lose sight of what you’re doing and stumble.”
  • “But nature is actually unnatural, in a way. And relaxation can be threatening. It takes experience and preparation to really live with those contradictions.”
  • “generally, when someone is trying very hard to get something, they don’t. And when they’re running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them.”
  • “Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.” – Tolstoy
  • “I happen to like the strange ones. People who look normal and leads normal lives – they’re the ones you have to watch out for.”
  • “Artists are those who can evade the verbose.”
  • “The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.”
  • “Far away the crow caws. The earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details of the real, there are dreams. And everyone’s living in them.”
  • “Things that are open have to be shut.”
  • “Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.”
  • “Until things happen, they haven’t happened. And often things aren’t what they seem.”
  • “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
  • “Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.”

Something…Anything!

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Ever had one of those days when you just want to do something…anything? Well, I woke up to such a feeling that Monday.

All groggy eyed, I checked the bedside clock that promptly displayed 5:00 A.M. Rather early for me; I tried drifting back into the sweet morning slumber. But try as I might, my mind kept running in a million different directions – the kind when you’re thinking about everything at once but then truly thinking of nothing at all. Left with no option, I rubbed my weary eyes, tore off the covers and put my feet firmly on the ground.

After making some freshly brewed tea, I settled myself in the balcony to see the day set itself into motion. There was a soft light breaking through last night’s dark envelope, much like a small plant that rebelliously grows in the middle of the road even though it has no business being there. The air had that pleasant coolness to it and with a long breath I filled my lungs with it – a respite from the stale air I was used to. The roads were quiet, save for a lone jogger or a newspaper vendor; the maddening rush-hour traffic still a few hours away – a precious few hours before the blanket of pollution and noise engulfs the city.

Even though I’d long forgotten what early mornings feel like, I‘ve always believed that they have this uncanny ability to make you think about and contemplate on things you’ve buried deep into the recesses of your mind, things you seldom consciously think of. And well, the incessant chirping of birds (something I hadn’t heard in a long time), the heavenly fresh morning breeze and the stillness of the yet to begin day, silenced the cacophony of random thoughts and put me on the contemplation mode.

I’d come to this wonderful city – the ‘city of dreams’ as it’s fondly called, some 7 years ago. I’d got into the most sought after college with big dreams, high hopes and sky-high expectations of my future. I wanted to be the next-big-thing. But it didn’t take me long to realize, so did everybody else.

It’s amazing to see how all your hopes & dreams, however fiercely guarded, are shoved right through the backdoor once you get stuck in the rut. The dreams, so uniquely you own (or so you thought), start transforming into those of every other student.

All of us were being shown the type of future we must strive for, packages we must aim for and dreams we must aspire to fulfill. Slowly the uniqueness and differences we all had come to revel in and learn from gave way to being content playing our small roles in the rat race.

The shrill shout of the hawker jolted me back to reality. What seemed like eternity had just been a quarter of an hour; 15 minutes of early morning reverie – 15 minutes I’d thoroughly enjoyed. After making myself another pot of tea, I got back to my morning musing.

Fresh out of college, everything looked like a bed of roses. Having accepted the first job offer (recession didn’t exactly help), I thought all my problems in life were behind me. Little did I know, in my naiveté, they’d only begun!

Into the job, the first year seemed to fly by in understanding the job, getting to know the people, grappling with office politics and waiting for the weekend soirees with friends. But as time flew, the job that required understanding became mundane, the people that required knowing needed avoiding, the politics that had me hooked became boring and the weekend getaways that had me waiting became a mere excuse to console myself that life wasn’t as bad as it seemed in my head.

Days became weeks, weeks turned into months and soon I had 5 years to show for corporate slavery on my resume. The fear of ‘what-if’, the fear of the ‘unknown’ kept me chained to my measly 3×3 desk. 5 years that were a mere flashback now were nothing but day after day of drudgery. 5 years of working on something I wasn’t passionate about, working under someone I despised and working for the dream that wasn’t mine.

But deep down in my heart I knew that all the revolution in my mind wasn’t going to manifest itself into reality. Seven years of conditioning – to look for security, to accept boring over passionate, to adjust over rebelling – wasn’t just going to vanish into thin air.

Practicality took over and I delved into the routine I’d been living the past few years; the routine that now defined my life, the routine that I chose to follow. If only I could turn back time.

At the office, all faces seemed to be afflicted with the Monday Blues. The long and drawn faces greeted each other with enthusiasm fit for a funeral, faces that wanted to be anywhere but here.

Another coffee in and I moved to the weekly review meeting. It was the same old story – the same set of people trying to sound intelligent and the same set of people trying to just get by with occasional nodding. The same old words – strategy, growth, numbers, sales, clients, hard work, effort – started floating in the air. Suddenly something snapped inside me, like a switch being turned off. I felt the blood rush to my face, my ears started to ring rendering me unable to hear the high flying jargon – everything became a blur.

I felt myself screaming inside my head. I didn’t have to bear this. This wasn’t my purpose in life. Today was different. Something had to give. Something had to change. I had to make things better, live the life I wanted, seize the dreams I left behind. And just like that, there was sudden calmness, like the jigsaw puzzle finally fit.

Without warning I got up, turned about and walked out. If I would’ve turned around I would’ve seen the stunned and confused look on my boss’ face. Ten minutes later, I walked back in to the meeting, boss fully expecting an apology and an explanation for my blasphemy. Instead, he was left agape as I handed him my resignation letter and left without another word.

And as soon as I exited the doors I often frequented for good, I finally felt that day the satisfaction of doing something…anything!

The Best Revenge

The Best Revenge

It was a wonderful day. The exotic smell of earth after early morning showers, the sweet chirping of birds – hopping from one dripping branch to another, the playful swaying of lush green tress laden with baby mangoes, kids gleefully playing in the puddle of mud. Ah! Life was perfect. Or was it?

Behind every beautiful day, every bright blue sky, lies the darkest of nights – the kind that makes you fear there would never be a dawn. But out of the blue, a beautiful ray of sunlight cuts through the darkness, brightening everything up. Sadly, the same cannot be said about the darkness of the soul, the mind.

Reha’s was embroiled in the throes of the endless night. Her soul was preyed upon by the tightly clenched jaws of pessimism and there seemed no ray of light that could lift her spirits from that bottomless pit of depressing darkness. Who was once the epitome of charm, happiness and optimism had now become dull and quiet, sleepwalking through the daily chore called life. What changed? How did a person known to hold the limelight effortlessly be content with observing mindlessly from the sidelines?

Reha was a happy child – aced her studies, rocked the extra-curriculars. She easily qualified as the star kid wherever she went. Come college and her popularity only seemed to soar. Not that her gorgeous looks didn’t help the cause. A perfectly chiseled face highlighting her cheekbones, the thick luscious hair, a smooth caramel complexion, an inviting mouth, a slender hourglass figure – all seemed to work in her favor.

The guys tried hard to get her slightest attention; and girls, well girls were biologically obliged to succumb to envy. But those who managed to rise above that discovered the lovely person that Reha was.

All was hunky dory till that fateful day of September 21st. That was the day her heart plummeted to the depths of despair. That was the day she realized how one can lose all hope and wish to die – that very minute, that very instant. The reason is as mundane as it’s painful; as common as it’s unique. For some it might be just another bump on the road, but for some it was a life altering event. Yes, she had her heart broken. But the damage done seeped much beyond her heart. It shook her down to her very soul.

He was her first love. She heard something inside her click the moment she laid eyes on him.

It was a hot summer afternoon and the sun was shining overhead in all its glory. Reha was about to shelve her plans of venturing out to the mess for lunch but the incessant banter of her friends made her reconsider her plans.

Just as she was about to step inside the canteen, bustling with the young college crowd, she caught site of the most handsome man she had ever seen. He looked dashing in his blue jeans, checked shirt with folded sleeves, classic black aviators and light stubble. There was something about his face that beautifully contrasted the rustic exterior. The contrast was ever so slight but ever so appealing.

“Do you know where the registration room is?” Although spoken right in front of her, the words seemed to emanate from afar. Suddenly at a loss for words, she managed a sheepish smile and uttered two incoherent words, “Straight, Right”. With that Arjun left, but his presence didn’t.

Reha daydreamed about that encounter for days, replaying in her mind so many different ways in which she could’ve responded. She was supremely disappointed at having made a fool out of herself.

It was finally time to welcome the juniors and Reha secretly hoped the ‘handsome hunk’ was one of them. As destiny would have it, or so she liked to think, he did get through. But much to her discomfort he looked even more fetching than before.

Reha soon realized the feelings were mutual and before either of them knew it, the sparks began to fly. They soon became the ‘it’ couple and everybody agreed that their match was made in the coolest heaven ever.

But this smooth ride hit a rumble strip when Reha started dropping subtle hints about things getting serious. The final straw was when she discreetly refused to consummate their relationship without things getting official.

Pretty soon Arjun’s attitude began to change. They were little things really, but a woman as much in love as Reha, was bound to notice them. She soon decided to confront Arjun and the feisty woman that she was, taking things lying down (no pun intended) wasn’t an option.

Armed with the desire to have a heart to heart, she marched straight to the boys’ dormitory only to find Arjun sharing drinks with his friends. Playing spoilsport to the boys’ little party, she tore Arjun away from the group.

Visibly irritated by her behavior, Arjun drunkenly demanded an explanation. She tried to calm him down citing her reasons. But this seemed to aggravate him even more and in his drunken stupor he did something Reha hadn’t anticipated. He raised his right hand and planted it firmly on her left cheek. Abuses started flying freely out of his mouth. Alcohol made him more eloquent than usual and he said things that put all of Reha’s doubts and confusions to rest.

A seething pain shot through Reha’s heart, shattering her whole being. The sweet tingling pain on her left cheek paled in comparison to the mind numbing pain she felt within. And the fact that she was subjected to physical violence, something she never thought would happen to the confident and worldly girl that she was, made all of it too much to bear.

Turned out Arjun was already engaged to a girl of his parents’ choice and he dated Reha just so he could tap the most desirable and elusive girl in college.

Too shocked to react, she sat where she fell long after he was gone. If breathing was a conscious act, she would’ve been too stupefied to even do that.

After what seemed like an eternity, she gathered herself up and headed back in a trance like state; like a dear dazed by the blinding headlights. All through the night she hoped to wake up from this bad dream but unfortunately the pain remained as the sun shined.

She had never experienced a pain so scathing, so intense, that it dulled all her other senses. That empty feeling in the pit f her stomach, that heaviness in her heart, that numbness in her mind; made her angry, squeamish, empty and emotional all at the same time.

Depression

The next week seemed to go by in a traumatic haze. She was amazed at time’s inability to set things right. Whoever said time was the best healer must’ve been drinking.

Soon college got over but the trauma didn’t. She still woke up with the same start each morning, lying in her bed long afterwards with a heavy heart. The pain had become her silent ally, a constant in an ever changing world, a nagging reminder of that awful incident.

Everybody she knew reminded her how it will all go away with time and how common heartbreak was. But what they failed to understand was that heartbreak may be common but her pain was unique.

She seemed to be just trudging by in life. She now had a job to go to instead of college, her beautiful thick hair turning grey at places, her slender hourglass figure now just an angular bony structure, the glow on her face replaced by dark circles and fine frown lines. She was now just a shadow of her former self; from the ‘sunshine girl’ she had now become the ‘gloomy woman’.

She had become oblivious to everything about and around her until one day. The blow came when her appearance and desirability was sarcastically made fun of by a colleague and to her surprise, was met with approving laughter from others.

Reha returned to the present, unable to believe how she had turned from a woman who was sought after by men to someone who was made fun of for her gloom, all in a matter of two years. No matter how much hurt or pain a woman goes through, it always jolts her when she’s snubbed by the opposite sex.

She headed home that day, stood in front of the mirror and noticed things she hadn’t bothered with in a long, long time. It was then that she decided it was time things changed and changed soon. Hell! She didn’t look attractive to herself anymore.

The next few weeks went by in implementing the health conscious diet plan, a grueling fitness regimen, makeover shopping trips and the works. Initially the changes were tough and she just wanted to fall back into that comfortable numbness, but the self-pity she felt for herself kept her going. After a long long time she had something to look forward to, a target to work for, a goal to accomplish.

A few more months and the result was for all to see. Her swanky new attitude complete with the image makeover started having the desired effect. Men started noticing her again, her work started to improve and she soon got into the good books of the people who mattered.

Despite all the changes, the September 21st episode reared its ugly head from time to time, forcing her to succumb to that familiarly sweet pain. It was almost as if she missed it if it didn’t appear for a long time. And this would’ve continued had it not been for an office party.

Her company had recently made an acquisition and threw a party to commemorate that. She mingled with the bosses and got introduced to her new reportees.

After endless presentations and introductions, just as she was about to hop into her car, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to her name.

A flicker of recognition, but quickly dismissed. This couldn’t possibly be the man she, for an instant, thought he was. But her worst fears were confirmed as the man introduced himself as Arjun. She recalled meeting him briefly as one of her new reportees earlier that evening.

A gasp! Memories flashed back, but they just wouldn’t coincide with the reality in front of her. What had once been a flat washboard stomach was now replaced with a potbelly bulging at the seams. What had been a thick mop was now just patchy hair fraught with male pattern baldness. What had been a well sculpted face complete with sexy stubble that she was so fond of, was now just chubby cheeks, double chin and greying side-burns. It was nearly impossible to believe this was the same guy she had fallen in love with and had been agonizing over ever since.

In the melee of her thoughts she could only manage a “Oh, Hi”. After awkward small talk, the pudgy man surprised her by asking if she would be free to join him for lunch next Sunday. Before her mind could even process the request, she heard herself saying yes.

The rest of the week flew by in anticipation and curiosity of the coming Sunday. And when the day finally arrived, Reha took her own sweet time getting ready. By the end of the whole exercise she looked absolutely ravishing. Although she hated to admit it, a small part of her wanted to show Arjun just what he had missed.

At the venue she found Arjun already waiting, sitting at a table for two in a quiet corner of the restaurant. At the sight of him, the memories came flooding back. Reha waited for the usual pain to surface, almost wanting it to surface. But it never came. Amazed at the discovery, but with no time to analyse, she made her way to the man she had loved to hate all these years.

She found Arjun looking at her, all wide-eyed, taking it all in. Even a fool would’ve been able to see that he was suitably impressed. Initial pleasantries were exchanged and just as Reha started to wonder about the real purpose of the meeting, Arjun spoke up.

“Reha I’m sure you must be wondering why I invited you for lunch” he said. After an affirmative response he continued. “First up I want to apologize for all the pain I put you through. I was a spoilt kid back then and didn’t know any better. I saw you, liked you and just as everything I like, I wanted you.” Despite Reha’s disgusted look, he continued “Although towards the end I did start having some feelings for you.” The last sentence was spoken as if to compensate for the look on her face.

Reha was amazed at the fool she’d been all those years. The man she’d loved with all her heart and pined over with all her being was now casually telling her how little she meant to him. She again waited for that pain to rise, almost forcing herself to feel it, but she felt nothing other than a strange calmness.

Arjun carried on. “My fiancée and now my ex-wife cheated on me and managed to squeeze every single penny I had. All that while I could only think of how wonderful you were and what a fool I’d been to let you go.” Reha could only manage a “Hmmm”. “Is there any chance in hell we could begin again giving me a second chance to put things right?” Arjun said with puppy dog eyes.

“Start over?!” “Second chance?!” Reha looked at him, aghast. She searched for an appropriate response to such an outrageous suggestion. She thought anger would suffice but all she felt was pure amusement. She wanted to shout, lambaste the stupid man in front of her for his audacity but all that came out was pure and loud laughter.

The Best Revenge

Without another word she got up, still laughing hysterically – the whole restaurant looking, and left leaving Arjun red-faced and wondering. There was no pain, no feeling of revenge, no hurt, nothing! She just felt utter calmness, like a heavy fog had been lifted, like a long pending chapter had closed and a brand new one waited to be lived.

Life had taken the best revenge she ever thought possible!