UGLY

Finally I completed my fifth novel, and I can turn to my full attention to my screenplay The War. I believe that more than the story, it is the character that I have perfected. With complete satisfaction, let me have an excerpt from the novel.

The morning light had not even broken into Los Angeles. And much late it would be then to reach the busiest hospital of the city, Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Centre. The nurses and the doctors worked overtime no matter whether there was light outside or not, for their toes were meant to be numb working there. Presbyterian Hospital was the best in its own way.

Vehicles were lesser in number, and there was much less number of vehicles moving in and out of the hospital. Silence was broken by the chirp of morning birds, but none could be seen in the darkness.

All of a sudden the silence was broken by the siren of an ambulance, which stormed in through the main gates and headed to the casualty. As it stopped, two men, one driver and another who probably had hiked the ride from the start, jumped and screamed, “Emergency! We have an emergency.”

Nurses ran out, and two attendees followed them holding a stretcher. The back door of the ambulance was opened and they got in, and all of a sudden the smell of blood and meat caught their senses.

The nurses waited out with their equipments to be used. And the wounded man was taken out, and all of a sudden, one of the nurses screamed and fainted, while another yelled, “Oh my God! He looks ugly.”

Anyone would call it a junk of meat and nothing else. Bones could be seen, while blood covered him in whole. He didn’t move, and couldn’t even open his eyes or breathe. But he was alive, very much alive.

The darkness was cut by the sunlight, as he was being carried away to the emergency room. The confusion remained on whether to wait or start, as he remained on the moving stretcher, pain and blood everywhere.

For a moment he opened his eyes, and saw the brightening light outside, and he smiled and closed his eyes, not to open again.

My best friend's wedding

It was her great day, while I was getting tensed. The reason was simple, the fear of losing her. Of course I knew her man, he was and is a great guy, and no doubt he will be a great man here after, with her by his side there is not a chance for him to dirty up. But still the negative side of my heart kept telling me that I am going to lose my best friend.

I didn’t know what I had to do. I watched her carefully, alone as usual. Many others were around her, and I was like, "God! This is gonna end today." Her happiness was all everyone else saw, I saw my fear. She was my walking stick, guiding me along the right path. Now the stick is going to be broken, said my twisted mind.

Finally I crept up to both of them, who smiled like they saw an angel, I felt great then. He hugged me, she held my hand, and I told them, "Have a great life ahead, dudes! You are gonna have a blast. And whenever you need me, ring me up."
I felt no remorse there after. All it needed was a smile. The negative side of heart didn't have anything more to say to me thereafter. I was feeling better. The individual's mind is the sole reason for the rise and fall of him/her. My negative side died away when I saw them happy, and I realized that no matter where they were, I would always be their number one choice. All I have to do is keep up with who I am.

But then when I was left alone again, I was thinking, "Maybe this whole wedding thing is a scam! What is the purpose of a wedding? Why should two individuals who want to be together get married with all this huff and puff?" I got the answer when I saw them again. They were smiling, tired and yet happily smiling.

I bid good bye to them after spending a great deal of time with them, and here I am typing it up in my blog. The whole thing has got into my head in a beautiful manner that I will never forget. Now another major wedding ahead will be of my second best friend, 5 years from now, soon later will be of the third. Then…hopefully will be my turn, am not quite sure about it.

Until then, I would like to wish them a very happy and loveable married life. May all the joys and gains be with them, and may they have all the blissful moments. And I pray, my Lord, that I have all my life to serve them as a truthful friend, helping them throughout.