Saturday, 26 January 2013

WHO ARE YOU?



Armed with a paper cup brimming with hot coffee in one hand and my new  book in the other, I scanned the waiting room in the airport for a place to sit.
No luck. There were no empty seats.
Had the whole country decided to go on an air trip or something?
I was seconds away from plonking myself down on the floor, when I noticed a young man standing up from his seat and walking to the book shop. Like a lion that had found a very juicy prey, I pounced on to his seat in the blink of an eye. Hah. Finally. I leaned back in my chair, opened my book and started reading whilst sipping the scalding coffee.

                                        courtesy- Google Images

“Hey! That’s my seat! Get up.”
I looked up to see the same guy who had vacated the seat a few moments ago, staring down at me indignantly.
“Sorry. Finders keepers, losers weepers.” I shot back at him with my eyes firmly glued to my book.
“Oh ya? “ saying so, he snatched my book out of my hands in a neat swipe.
I was shocked. What audacity!
“Give it back” I exclaimed.
At that precise moment, an old lady sitting next to me decided to get up and go, mumbling something about ‘stupid, loud youngsters’.
The guy promptly sat down next to me. “You read crap like this?Haha!” he guffawed, examining my book.
“It’s for sensible and mature people, which, I’m afraid you’re not.” I said angrily trying to grab my book back.
“Okay, okay..here. Take your extremely sensible book. Sorry” he held out the book with a mischevious glint in his eyes.
“That’s okay.” I muttered and seized it back.

“Anyway, I gotta go, bye” he got up and looked at me, waiting for my reply.
“Ya, whatever, bye.” I murmured nonchalantly and went back to my book.
After I thankfully watched him go away, I glanced at his seat and realised that he had left his wallet behind.
Oh crap. I took it and opened it to see if he had any ID card.
Ya there was his ID card. That was his photo. And his name was..
Akash Jain. Hmm.. sounds familiar.
Occupation- Writer. What?
Oh my god.
He was the author of the book I was reading. 
OH CRAP OH CRAP.
I opened my book and there he was. His photograph smiled up at me from the first page.

UGH. WHY DON'T I EVER LOOK AT THE FIRST FEW PAGES.
I stood up and ran behind him yelling “MR. JAIN..WAIT UP!I’M SORRY!...”

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda


16 comments:

  1. I could imagine that happening... If I were reading a book I would be lost to the world and prone to being sassy and cranky if someone disturbs me... and of course, I too get to the actual story right away without bothering about the story around the book!

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    1. Haha! I guess we should start paying attention to the first few pages of the book too now ;)

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  2. Tee hee :D

    I see the sequel to this being a love story ;)

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    1. Hey Meenakshi!

      Yeah let's wait and watch :P

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  3. wow... wonderful turn of events
    do reads EVERY page of a book henceforth!!

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    1. Thank you Snuffles :) Yes, it's high time I started to :D I'll surely drop in at your blog :)

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  5. wow.. that was quite a story.. simple and very very interesting.. :-)

    A Rat's Nibble

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  6. Ha ha ha...
    No wonder..! You won't see anyone else if you search only for "You-know-who" at every airport :D :D

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  7. Wow...and then?? Please post a sequel...great narration, aparna!

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    1. Thank you so much! :)

      Yes I will surely do that :)

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  8. Definitely a WOW post! Loved it :)

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  9. Great article, Thanks for your great information, the content is quiet interesting. I will be waiting for your next post.

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