The Cafe`

[ This piece of literature is inspired by one of my earlier works. It is a more vivid description of a scene which happens to be a part of one of the stories I wrote. ]






I was sitting at this cafe
Waiting for my cup alone .
It was raining outside ,
The cold could chill the bone .

And then the glass door creaked
And let in a sight to cherish .
A wet girl shaking with cold :
A stunner without a blemish .

I could've never imagined
God could be so kind .
All the tables had been taken
And there was not one to find.

Then I knew what to expect ,
As she peered into my eyes.
"Do you mind if I sit here ?"
That was when she broke the ice .

I pointed to the vacant chair -
That lay right in front of me .
Her thankful eyes and her smile
Set my harrowing solitude free .

"You are all soaked up" , I said ,
"I'm Glad you came in " .
"Oh Thanks for having me" ,
She wiped the water off her skin .

I passed my handkerchief to her
And she accepted it imperceptibly .
She was not the type with attitude :
She was just my type apparently .

My cup was on the table soon
But my attention was elsewhere .
I woke up and saw her staring at me ,
Pointing to my cup she said, "Its here" .

I asked if she wanted some coffee
"I'm without my purse ", she said.
"Pay for me the next time we're here"
My inhibitions were all shed.

She gave me a shy smile
As I divided the contents .
Her eyes looked into mine
Suggesting "lets be friends" .

We sat there an hour,staring at each other
In the friendly silence .
Some bloke nearby sighed "Weather's fine"
The Rain had stopped in the distance .

I thought it was the end
Of another sweet coincidence .
She and I'd have to part ways
And it made complete sense .

"Lets go", I said walking towards the door
She said, "Can we talk" .
This was not the end I guessed
And accepted "Yeah, we'll take a walk" .

So this was how I first met her :
My very first love ever .
God has his strange ways of
Uniting people forever.

John Doe's got a problem remembering things.

Yes it is true. Our good old, seemingly harmless and the very avuncular John Doe has a problem remembering things. And guess what, JD was the first to discover it too. It started with small issues, as forgetting where he kept his stuff. Then he started to forget things that others told him. And now the conditions deteriorated so much that he has started to forget names of people he once knew. I hope the condition doesn’t worsen lest one day he'll stand in front of the mirror and say, "Nice to meet you". However there is something very peculiar about his condition that is he only forgets things he doesn't care about much. This would have controlled matters to some extent had he been a regular guy. But the fact that there are a lot many things he doesn't care about has worsened his situation even more. I believe he needs professional assistance, but he doesn't agree on consulting a professional.


Once it so happened that he was home alone. And his distant relatives happened to be in town. As a matter of fact they came to visit JD's place. He had once been to their place, but that was half a dozen years ago and he stood like a complete jerk staring at the lady at the door. He was perplexed, trying to remember where he had seen the couple, and in the mystified silence, he sucked big time. It took him a hundred and ten seconds to realise he was supposed to let them in and not block the entrance. He asked them to come inside and kept asking himself who on earth they were. Once they had settled and aunty had finished the customary act of pulling cheeks, he fled from the scene and called mom, his data recovery software. It was a tough time for him to keep them entertained till his saviour mom arrived.
Recently, he received a call from a long separated friend. Since he had not changed his cell phone in years, it had the caller's number, saved by the name of "Task Manager". But the mystery was, who the hell Task manager was. And why such a technical name? However, being an engineering student, JD was good at "Troubleshooting". So he pretended he didn't have the number saved and asked who it was. But like a shrewd Virus, the caller escaped JD's ploy by replying, " Your good old buddy, the Task manager". JD was tempted to ask "Who the f*** are you, fancy name?" but he didn't. Anyways, JD realised his troubleshooting skills were no better than Windows Vista's which always said, "Unable to fix the problem. Contact your Hardware Vendor". JD could not guess who the analogous hardware vendor could be. So he was considering the option of referring to the FAQs instead, but he identified the high risk of embarrassment. So he chose to talk instead, pretending that he knew whom he was talking to. But after a half an hour of seemingly meaningless conversation he was frustrated at his pathetic memory. After killing two days trying to remember, he gave up, wanting to beat himself to death using a baseball bat. Later he even considered the idea of using a Firewall on his cell phone to block incoming calls from people with unrecognized Digital Signatures which could be a threat to his System Security. Nevertheless, he put Task Manager in the list of Quarantined objects.


And very recently JD has been receiving emails from one of his blasts from the pasts (I believe you are keeping up with the current teenage lingo, in case you aren’t, consult the Oxford). But as it is with girls, she insists on his figuring out who she is. I’d like to mention that JD has had a jolly good past and for a guy of his stature it sometimes gets really tough to remember the dramatis personae of every play he reads. The girl says they met on a Friday and that he was wearing a grey chequered shirt and similar stuff. But he doesn’t even remember the shirt, let alone the girl. And he doesn’t wish to guess, for if he guesses wrong, any guy with brain in the right place would know what’d happen.


So he has been asking me what course of action he should follow. I believe he needs to execute Check Disk or even Defragment his hard drive before any Bad Sectors creep in. Before I can convince him to see a professional I’ve asked him to eat sprouted almonds. And he’s jolly well doing that.