Hi all,,, this if my first blog and I have written it in verve. I tried to design few characters with simple situations,,, so guys look out for Anny, Mr. & Mrs. Morr, Zohny, Linny dear and Nick,, u may like the script and here it goes,,,
“I don’t know if it is right or wrong aaah! Aye! But it definitely works”, averred Zohny while he was pressing the bold geyser switch on the panel present right above the sink outside the bathroom. He could hear noises of people bawling at the floor outside the apartment which caught the attention of Mrs. Serri Meckie sitting with her laptop on her easy chair, which she bought recently after an intense research and bargain on its price, in a large hall attached to a sparkling dining room next to it. Mrs. Meckie is keen on keeping the apartment spotless.
Mr. Morr Meckie lowers the newspaper he is reading just as much as he can fix his sight through his spectacle to see Zohny turn back to Mrs. Meckie. “Roger that! He says in a low voice while nodding his head.
There is a teapot in the center of the hall facing a large unusual chandelier with peach pink and maroon strokes of colors on its triangularly connected three bulbs.
“Daddy, shall we paint the ceiling to gold. It matches with the color of the barbie’s hair. More over white confuses me as it doesn’t seem like a color.” Zohny raises his eye brows to her question. Lynny Meckie is always out of context, but everything that she babbles makes real sense to Mr. Morr. Neverthless, Mrs. Meckie considers that both the father and the daughter are mad and indifferent to the world.
“Yes my sweetheart, only if you promise to arrange your bed every time you get up.”
Lynny walks to her room gently brushing her Barbie’s hair as softly as the doll doesn’t get hurt by her pampering.
Zohny leans on a wall behind him and looks out of the window pane at the rudimentary tall constructions near the apartments. He breathes in and out consciously to feel the air flowing in his body. He closes his eyes to become nonchalant with everything except for the air respiring in him. He tries to get connected to it and feels like sinking into to the wall behind him as he does it.
“Sit down”, says Serri softly to Zohny. “I just thought you are feeling better than that of yesterday after what I heard from you about your new arrangement aaah! a minute ago.”
“I don’t think Anny will ever redeem their affairs with any one my musings. Anny’s assistant is behind me since last fortnight at my office and over my phone. She wants me to meet up them for signing the Huztro Steel Trade deal just like that. She has been running long conversations of inundated mail chains that are copied to my official Id and things even end up in mails in my inbox saying my mailbox is full,,,, p please delete mails for the queued up incoming mails. I don’t know Serri but I think every thing started with Nick’s question of asking Anny for some legal proofs for his personal proof attachments of our new venture which we have been contemplating from quite some time. Nick is again a horror. He knows that Anny is a typical character to handle especially when she is behind something she yearns and yet he becomes enthusiastic in writing only to her for help. And sometimes he doesn’t put me in loop through any of his discussions on our business.”
He becomes restless and walks towards the window pane next to the main door. There are two flower pots on either sides of the window. He looks at the purple white pendants of the window curtain but ignores them.
“Guess what, Nick has no idea what Anny is actually behind. She is already running out of business for the Huztro’s to maintain their family and the local fame that they could acquire for years. And if I and Nick sign the deal with them, we are doomed forever under Huztro’s banner. There was a period when they have every new business starter and the small scale firms had to merge with this so called giant at that point in time because by then they had acquired every other seller in the market. This left those small showers an imperative step of acquisition with the Huztro’s for surviving the market in the state.”
“Anny is a witty lady. She is like the ones described in the revolutionary books. I have never imagined of someone like her. Wealth is like her beauty. She has stretched her arms with ease over several years of the Huztro’s family despite their affairs shrank unprecedentedly. I have read books about the power of women in the society. Women like her never ask for anything that they want. They only order: sometimes over phone and very rarely in person. She is wishful and feminine but distinct in her acts. Her intrepid voice trembles many. This makes her audacious and masculine like coarse steel. She has developed into a plenipotentiary much earlier when the czars of the business world began celebrating their fallible achievements as compared to that of Anny’s. Oh! I mean the Huztro’s.”
“Sit down. You spoke your agitation enough.” Serri gets up from her chair and walks towards the kitchen. “I will get some strong coffee for you. You should feel better then. Anyways, where is Nick nowadays. I don’t get to find him at the university library.”
“Aah! He was better off when he was at the Professor Gill’s office. Gill often praises him for his documentation and maintenance of records.” Serri hears Morr say this as she pulls the kitchen shelves for coffee powder.
“Honey, we need to go out for the groceries.”
Morr hears that from kitchen. “Yes dear.” He looks at Zohny as his brother.
“Comforts. Ones own Comforts. We don’t plan for comforts. Neither our comforts judge our next step in our plans. But what do we do when we plan! We plan for something right.”
(Pause and silence.)
“What is it. Does our consciousness answer this.”
Morr relaxes completely on his chair and looks at the kitchen door. He hears the boiling water.
Zohny ruminates over it trying to make sense in Morr’s words. He brushes his hair with his fingers and folds his fingers over his cheek touching his beard.
“Do you mean to say that,,,,”
“I’m not done yet. Begin to understand the reasons for our plans. You plan for flight, you plan for a movie, and you plan for a trek. What happens when you plan this. I mean what makes you plan for these. (In a questioning bold tone) Circumstances or consciousness. Most of us plan according to the circumstances at that point in time. We try to adjust to the circumstances. But reality is that the circumstances make us plan to adjust with them dynamically. And how do they do it. They make us plan to buy time. It is during this time period that we draw ourselves to the center of this circle of comforts. All your trials and plans for trekking movies flight journeys fall under this category of buying time. Materials like entertainment, groceries, and journeys etc etc become our comforts. You (pause) think (short pause) like this.”
Morr keeps starring at him.
“But Anny doesn’t.”
“Circumstances don’t affect Anny and they don’t because they don’t design her plans which position her in the center of her comforts. You can be incredible if you can shift your paradigm from a circumstantial line of ideology to a dogma based on continuous consciousness of your everyday life. This is where you decide and plan for a circumstance preemptively. She is conscious about everything happening and about to occur in and around her life and life style. Her consciousness makes her plan for prudently plan for the circumstances. Anyone watching her do this would never understand her line of thought unless and until one would put oneself in her shoes and think. She doesn’t even give anyone a chance to think not even a minute glimpse of thought about what she may be thinking or actually doing right now. Try to understand these nuances in paradigms. I learnt them tough. I don’t want you to take a decade to understand these facts and spells. You have young flesh, young blood and young mind. But her mind scares me sometimes because it amazes me beyond my imagination.”
“I think you have learnt enough from me today.”
Zohny smiles at Morr. Mrs. Meckie comes out of kitchen with a tray of 3 cups of hot coffee and some juice in the pet bottle for Lynny.
“Lynny.” She calls as she serves the coffee to Morr and Zohny.
“Don’t finish this juice completely. Carry it in your bag. We are going out to market in some time and you can keep sipping this whenever you feel bored.” She moves close to her and gives her a hug. She looks at the Barbie and says, “Hmm! She needs some outing.”
“Okay”. Lynny walks back to her room.
Lynny is an adorable kid when she innocently nods to her mama. Everyone cares the most for her happiness. They see her busy walking so they turn at each other to exchange smiles and begin to take hot coffee. Serri turns on nice music to pacify the mental atmosphere in the hall.
Zohny nods his head to the beat of the music while blowing and sipping the hot coffee. He enjoys the music and the coffee and observes the walls and the cupboards and the showcases for any changes since last time. He keeping nodding his head to the music and suddenly but curiously he asks himself. “How does Mr. Morr know about
Anny so much.”
He stops nodding but there is music at the back of his head and looks at Morr. Morr sips coffee and smiles back. Zohny maintains the same tempo and gives him a smile and begins to nod again. But this time he nods consciously and thinking.
