“And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they'd
made of each other.”
- Dennis Lehane
"Phileas.
Mr. Phileas Rodriguez? Can you hear me, sir?"
He
woke up with a start. Looked around the room like it was the first time he was
seeing it. He was not. He had been visiting Dr. Sharma for the past four years
now, ever since his first blackout. Though now he was just plain asleep and not
blacked out. He sat up straight and rubbed his eyes and face to wake them up.
He had a week’s beard on his face, peppered with white here and there. It did
give him a sophisticated look, but itched like a flea-ridden mutt’s crotch.
Blackouts
were nothing new to him; he knew very well what it felt like. They started a
couple of years ago. It was very scary in the beginning. He checked himself
into a clinic at his third incident and did all the tests they had there. No
one actually came to any conclusion as what was wrong with him. They all wrote
it off as a prodrome to something else and just decided to wait and see. So he
waited, until a few weeks from his first incident he blacked out behind the
wheel while driving back from work. Luckily no was hurt, but it sure did put
the fear for his life into him and he started looking out for every possible
avenues for help.
A
friend suggested he try yoga, didn't help except his back never felt so good
thanks to all the stretching. Another suggested him to drink a lot of liquids,
that didn't help much either except that he had to get up from his desk more
often to visit the restroom earning him a lot of catcalls from his coworkers.
Then his younger sister, a physical therapist, suggested maybe his ailment wasn’t
anything physical at all. Maybe it was all in his mind. That's how he had ended
up in this place where he was presently sprawled on a sofa in the lobby of the shrink’s
office.
"I'm
sorry. Was working late last night, didn't get enough sleep", he replied
to the receptionist who was looking over his computer screen to him smoothing
over his flannel shirt and plaid pants. She never understood why this guy had
to wear so proper all the time. It's been years she’s been watching him now, and
she had never seen him in casual Tees and denims. He was very tall and lanky, would
look great in jeans. Anyways, she kept her thoughts to herself and returned
back to the social network site she was surfing on while pretending to work on
her boss’s letters.
He
walked past the receptionist's desk and opened the door to the good doctor's
cabin. And as always, he was hit with the strong scent of roses. The room
seemed to brimmed with it, there were pictures of rose gardens on the back
wall, there were two pots filled with roses near the window, and there was
always vase with a few more rose stems on the doctor's desk. His guess was she
even doused herself in rose perfume before she leaves for work.
Right
now, Dr. Sharma was seated behind her desk writing hurriedly in her diary. She
kept one for every patient. She looked up and gave the very slightest of smile
and signaled him to take a seat.
Phileas
took his usual seat at the corner of the couch, closest to the doctor's chair.
He was soft on her, and she knew it. Obviously she did, a woman didn't need a
double degree in psychiatry to know if a guy is into her or not. But she was
not one to break a doctor-patient relationship. And he was not her type anyway.
She
was soon done with her notes, pushed the diary away and stretched while seated
in her chair. Sitting all day in a chair all day listening to people’s problems
takes its toll on a person’s vertebrae.
She
turned to the stack of hardbound diaries kept at one end of his desk and
shuffled through them to get to her patient's notes. Now she asked, "So
Phileas, how are we doing today?"
"I
am well, Ms. Sharma. This has been a good week. The trip to the capital was a
much needed break from all the stress." He could never bring himself to
call her Dr. Sharma. She looked so young to be called that.
"That's
nice. Yes, I remember, you were going to attend an ex colleague’s wedding in
Noida. How was function? Was there a lot of people present?" she asked,
mildly bringing up Phileas's fear of crowds.
Phileas
didn't take the bait, "No no, it was actually a small affair. Got to meet
with a few old friends from my time in Amazon and also there was a band and a
trip around old Delhi. It was really quite exciting."
"That
sounds good. Hope you did not stress yourself out too much, sometimes a rush of
old memories and emotions might become too heavy on one's psyche."
"No
it really was nothing like that. I actually had a good time...”
Phileas
started to fidget in his seat. The doctor could see that he was not saying the
whole thing; he was hiding something from her. The fidgeting was his tell; he
would be very lousy at poker. She looked
at him for a moment and spoke softly looking down at her dairy writing
something, "Take your time, Phileas. There is no hurry."
"I
don't think I have been completely honest with you, Ms. Sharma. About my
reason, my incessant need to attend this wedding even though I hate public
transport... I, um, the bride... Well, we used to be very close for a while. I
mean. Uh. We were in love." He shifted his eyes from her and started
looking at anywhere but in her direction. The doctor didn't seem to notice the
change. She just waited there bowed down to her book pretending to read,
waiting for him to continue.
He
took a moment of quite, and continued.
"We
met in an office party. She was a HR person dealing with recruitment. She was
the one who had assisted me during my induction process when I joined the
company. I'd never met her since in my nine months of working in the there, until
that New Year's Eve bash. I still remember her wearing the beige pantsuit, with
a tiny chain made of silver hanging around her neck. She looked beautiful. She
was also the biggest klutz, you’ll see. So she was always tumbling over
something or shoving to somebody else while passing. Still I liked her all the
same, she was cute." Phileas was by now looking absently out the window
behind the doctor's chair. His gaze was looking towards a different place a
different time. He was opening up far more than he had ever done in the four
years he had been her patient, Dr. Sharma was beginning to sense they were at
the verge of a breakthrough.
"Somehow
when dinner was announced we ended up at the same table; call it what you may,
destiny or sub-conscious plotting by my side. But I've never had a better first
time conversation with any woman ever. We sat there and spoke for hours, she told
me about her life, her aspirations, about her work with a local NGO, and I
shared my dreams and troubles with my sister. It was great. Soon it was past
midnight and the party was dying. People were starting to leave with their
spouses or friends. We both didn't have any so we decided to leave together and
share a cab.
“Well
one thing led to another, we kissed on the ride back to her place. I was 23,
and that was the first kiss I've ever had. I was a very sickly kid when I was
younger you see, no girl would come close to me by a ten meter radius. And it
showed I think, because soon she was taking the lead in the whole activity. I
was naive, and even I could sense that this wasn't her first time snogging in
the back of a cab. But I was not complaining anyway, it felt too good to be
true as it was."
Phileas
stood up from the couch and walked over to the water cooler at the other corner
of the room. "Another first", Dr. Sharma wrote in her diary.
"Patient has deep-placed insecurity and was a chronic germaphobe. His
attempting to move about the room in confidence to drink from a relatively
public water supply is encouraging."
Phileas
filled a cup and was sipping from it while silently looking at the pictures on
the wall around him. He stood in front of a big glossy one, examining it. It had
a little white girl, in rich pearl white clothes holding a big red rose to her
cheek. He emptied the cup and walked over to the couch, only this time he sat
at the other end of the couch furthest from the good doctor. She added another
note regarding this in her diary.
"That's
a good picture you have there."
"Which
one?” she looked up towards the numerous pictures hanging near water cooler.
"The
artsy one with the little girl," he pointed over to the picture in
question. "I never understood why all those sorts of pictures always had clean
white kids impeccably dressed holding roses or holding hands and such. Almost
all of the cute baby pictures we see in a gynae's or pediatrician’s office are
all of white children. Are our colored children any less cute? I only ever see
brown kids, skinny and dirty, showing up in stop child labor or anti-poverty
adverts. Why so?"
Dr.
Sharma needed an escape pad here. "Oh I that picture. I don't know about
the other doctors, but I simply liked the girl’s blush holding the rose. She's
so cute don't you think, especially in her little white dress.” Dr. Sharma
smiled and motioned him to continue. "Closet ethnic complex?" the
doctor wrote in her notes.
Phileas
settles into his place in the couch. "Where were we, yes the party. I did
not expect to ever meet her again. I mean, why would she? The whole thing was
just a fluke. She was probably just bored at the party and was just looking for
some means to spend her time. But when I came to office the next day and opened
my mailbox. I saw a mail from one Cecile Abraham. I could actually feel my
pulse quicken. She had mailed! I hurriedly opened the mailer. It went something
like - She had a good time last night, and that it would be great if we could
have lunch later that day. I replied yes, obviously, and asked her when she
would be free for lunch and the place. I was not worried about seeming too desperate.
I am pretty sure she knew that already. We met up for lunch at two in the
afternoon that day. And the next day, and the next. It had become a routine for
us, and soon we were starting to make plans to meet outside of work. We started
going to movies, and book shows together. We even started calling by our own
little nicknames. She was - Moon of My Life. I was - Her Sun and Stars. We were
probably the first people to read through the ASOIAF books, before it became
the trending thing. We were just another couple of dorks falling in love.
"It
was beautiful. I don't remember another time in my life that I was that happy.
She kept saying how much she loved me and even when we're not together she'd
keep thinking about our time together. We started seeing more and more of each
other. We started making plans. We had both planned to find work closer to
Delhi, were her folks lived. My sister was still in college getting her diploma
back then so I could very well switch to another company in the capital and
move there to be with her. Even marriage was spoken about without having to
choke anyone into it. It was all so wonderful. And then...”
Phileas
went silent. He’d started fidgeting again and rubbing his palms over his
thighs. He was almost kneeled over bent towards to floor, blindly looking at it
while his head was somewhere else. Dr. Sharma wrote in her diary, "Patient
goes into a semi-fetal position while seated at the couch. Symptoms of
defensiveness, call for help."
She
let the room go silent for a moment. After a few moments were past. She removed
herself from her chair and came around her desk to take seat at another chair
at the patient's side. Sitting with him in the couch would be too much for him.
She kept the diary on the table and gently reached over to his hands now
resting on his knees. She noticed his whole body go stiff for a second when she
touched his hand. But soon he was relaxed and he slowly began to sit upright
again and they sat there like that for some time just lightly holding each
other other's hands. Phileas loved the way Ms. Sharma's smooth moisturized
hands felt on his equally small feminine hands. Dr. Sharma was knowingly
holding his hands a little more tenderly; this was the first time she had known
a grown man with such soft hands.
Dr.
Sharma looked into his eyes attentively and said, "These things would take
a toll on anyone's mind, Phileas. I can see that this was very tough for you to
talk about. And let me just tell you know how proud I am for the progress
you've shown here today. This has definitely been a breakthrough, I...”
"I
am not done yet," Phileas interrupted. "I don't know whether I will
be able to talk about this ever again. I would like to go on, Ms. Sharma. Can
I?"
The
doctor looked at her patient again, and could see how spent he already was but
there was still some resolve left in his eyes. She let go of his hand, and
leaned over her desk to pick up the phone to dial her receptionist.
"Nagma, please cancel my 5 o'clock and move it to sometime early tomorrow
morning. Phileas will need more time. Thanks."
She
put down the receiver, picked up her diary from the table and turned to her
patient. He had a grateful look in his eyes.
“Whenever
you're ready, Phileas."
"Thank
you. I guess why this has made it all tougher to come clean about is the fact
that it has been ages since I've been able to talk about her to anyone.
Actually the only other person who even knows about her existence is one of my exes.
The one from Andheri, you remember, we've spoken of her." The doctor
nodded, and gestured Phileas to go on. "Well, anyways. Um... I still
remember that night. We used to talk a lot those days, for hours; every day
when we woke up, every night before going to sleep. That night during my call
with Ceci I felt something was amiss. She was just back from a company trip to
Chennai, and so I just wrote it off to exhaustion. I was green as it was in the
matters of being in a relationship, I couldn’t have picked up the signs she was
giving me anyhow; as she would point out to be during her actual 'I am breaking
up with you' speech.
“The
thing went on for a few days. Our conversations started getting shorter and
would end abruptly. She would be aloof all the time and never really spoke
anything unless I asked anything; she would never ask anything about me. It was
like talking to a robot. Then one day, I was in a meeting with my boss, I
remember that day quite vividly. It was a Tuesday, a bit cooler than usual July
afternoon in Bangalore. She had called me, something that she hadn't done for a
while. Even her hello sounded cheery, that voice of hers was missed dearly for such
a long time. Only later I would realize that the chirpy voice was not her
natural happy happy one, it was of the sort that you would use when a distant
relative calls you up out of the blue and inform you they happen to be in town would
like to show up at your house, you use that chirpy town to turn them away
saying some excuse. I wish I had heard it that in her tone back then.
"She
informed me that she was getting off early that day and wanted to know if I
could get a few minutes off work to get coffee with her in the food court in
the plaza. I said yes of course, too eagerly. She said thanks, and hung up
saying she better get her work completed soon then. Her last words were
'Thanks, Phileas'. No 'kisses', no 'love yous', no 'miss yous'. She even called
me 'Phileas'. In all of the time that I have known her, I don't remember her
ever calling me that, and I was always 'Phil' to her right from the beginning.
I wish I had registered that little tidbit as well when I still had time.
"I
got to work immediately and completely it all as soon as I possibly could to
get off early. I remembered her asking for a just a few minutes of my time. But
well in my frame of mind back then, I just thought maybe we would talk things
over and everything would get rosy again and we might end up cozying up to each
other again. I was wrong there as well.
"I
completed my work in the most haphazard way imaginable and got my butt racing
off to the cafe. I was already ten minutes late. I was praying to every God I
knew of to let her be there in the cafe and not rush off in an angry fit just because
I missed the appointment. I really did not want to mess things up more than it
already was. I reached the restaurant and looked around; she was nowhere to be
found. I panicked. I took out my phone and dialed her. Busy tone. Damn. I said
to myself, 'Dude, she is going to be pissed. You had this one chance in a long
while, and you blew it.' I tried her number again. Busy tone. I pushed the
disconnect button and looked around again. She was not there. My mobile beeped,
it was a message from here. 'RUNNING LATE. BUSY NOW. DON’T CALL.'
“Oh.
She's running late. Okay. I thought that was good. Maybe. At least she didn't
get irritate here waiting for me. So I went over to a table and waited for her.
I kept opening my mobile in lieu of checking to see if there as any more
messages from her. I only ended up opening her last text. All those CAPS
puzzled me. Was she angry with me? The whole past couple of weeks went through
in my head. What had I done wrong to earn her spite like that? Did I do
anything bad to tick her off? Why wouldn't women fight over what happened today
on the same day. Why do they have to wait to bring it up a month down the line when
we men don't even remember what the whole thing was about anyway?"
Phileas
had asked that looking over to Ms. Sharma, who was busy jotting down notes on
her diary. When she noticed the halt in the monologue, she looked up to her
patient and only smiled and said, "Not all women do that, Phileas. What
happened next? Did she show up?"
Phileas
just let out a sigh, and continued "Yea, she did. A little over a half
hour after her text message. I must've burnt over 100 calories in nervous sweat
in those 30 minutes. I saw her coming from the left exit, her side of the
office compound. She walked over briskly, another thing that was new. She was
lesser of a klutz now than she was when we had met. I hadn't noticed that
earlier either.
"She
scanned the tables for me, and waved to me when she found me. When she reached
the table, I stood up and bent over to her to give her a kiss, but she simply
tilted her face sideways to make the kiss into a peck on the cheeks. Okay, that
was not good start. She took her seat and asked me to take one as well. I did so
obediently, like a kid in nursery school. I guess, my body had realized that my
mind was needed elsewhere than these simple motor actions and had gone into
auto-pilot. She called over the waitress and asked for a lime juice. I just
nodded my no. She looked at me funny and let the waitress go away.
“What
came at me next was something I guess you would remember from that diner scene
in 500 days... it was like a word to word replica. Everything was there. The same
darn thing. The whole it's-not-you-it's-me routine. And I just sat there
listening. I didn't utter a word. I didn't know what to say. You might say that
I must've known that this was coming; I must’ve seen the signs. Well the truth is
when you're in love. These signs don't actually register in your brain. They
only come to mind as an after-the-fact bulletin.
“At
that moment, I was in shell-shock. She had spoken her piece fast without taking
a break, even if I had any protest in me at that point I probably wouldn't have
found the voice to communicate it out loud. I was devastated. She simply drank
her lime juice during the rest of the duration. All the while prodding away on
her mobile, people watching, and playing with her straw in the glass. And I was
gawking at her wide-eyed like a fool. She was done with the drink soon; put
some change on the table to pay for it. Then when she finally stood up to leave
she said, 'Well I have to go now, glad that we got to do this face to face. I
do hope that whatever happened between us doesn't spoil our friendship. I hope
we could still be on speaking terms. And if not, it is still fine by me. Please
do take of yourself. I will write to you when I get to Delhi.'
"That
was when I came to my sense. Delhi? What? Wait a minute. Was she going to
Delhi? When did that happen? But by the time those questions were out of my
mouth via my still recuperating brain she had got up and left the restaurant."
Phileas
took a breather. He shuffled around in the seat, pushed him deeper into the
couch. Dr. Sharma could sense that he was almost done with his narration.
"I can see that this must have been a very difficult ordeal for you. And
what came next must have been all the tougher. The coping with it all."
Phileas
gave a crooked sheepish smile. "I am still coping with it, Miss. This
happened in mid-February of 2013. It would soon be two years since that
horrible day. And I am still coping with it. I have only gone out with two
women since, and neither survived more than three dates with me. I am sure I
even insulted one pretty brutally. I don't insult women, for me that am the
worst thing a man can do. Well there must be worse things than that, but I just
think everything bad that men do to women stems from the emotion of desiring to
insult them. I'd always hated to be like one of those guys. And now I even
hated myself for having let her go so easily. It was like insulting all that
love that we had between us.
“But
seeing the amount of progress that I have made with these sessions with you I
figured I could take it, you know. Going to her wedding. And in a way it did
work, I survived Delhi, didn't I? I really did not expect to. I had second
thoughts right until till the point I actually reached Delhi. I was getting
cold-feet about the whole plan. But then when the train did reach the platform,
I saw her out there in the crowd searching over the top of the heads running
around there. She was looking for me; she was the bride, to be married in three
days; but still had come to the platform to receive me. And seeing her there
and then made me oddly relax a little. The sight of her standing there in her
plain white churidar and red dupatta didn't make my head explode like I thought
it would.
“Actually
I felt a smile crop up on my face. It was a relief really, an odd sense of
warmth. I felt a huge weight lift off of my shoulder. I felt my heartbeats go
smoother, my temple not wound up into a knot anymore. I felt good. I carried my
luggage off the train and walked over to her. Finding me there amidst the crowd,
she almost ran over to me. I put my right hand in front expecting to shake
hers, but she just absently pushed it away and gave me a big joyous hug. She
was happy. And that rubbed off on me.
"That
was when I remembered something else. Yes, we were close. Right from the very beginning.
I mean after all we did have our first kiss the night we met. She was smart,
laughed at my jokes, cute as a button and a joy to be with. I enjoyed her
company. And all throughout, I liked her more because soon she had become one
of the best friends I’ve ever known. I guess for a long time, I was angry at
her for breaking me. Then over time I felt the anger and hatred dilute away and
leave only the nostalgia and sadness of the good times we had. I missed her
friendship. I missed how I could confide everything with her. And right now,
standing with her in the platform, hugging back I could feel all of that
friendship fill back in. I was back with my friend. I could only remember the
good things about her, because in the end that’s what we remember the most and
not the bad things.
"The
next two weeks I was there, went away like a breeze. I roamed around Delhi; saw
the old forts and the usual tourist attractions with a few of her guests including
we knew from our time in Bangalore. She was the bride, busy all day obviously.
But still every night after dinner she would come and sit with me in the porch
of their house for a few minutes. We would just sit there and talk about our
day. She would tell me about her fiancé. I would talk about my office and my
sister and even you, Ms. Sharma. She was really glad for me, that I am happy
now. And I was really glad for her as well, that she too had found happiness. I
stayed till the wedding was done, it was a beautiful function. Her fiancé was
not really that bad a guy. Had a lousy taste for cigars though."
Dr.
Sharma was openly staring at him now. Phileas had a bright smile on his face.
Ever since he started speaking about meeting the girl in the platform, he had
such a wide smile on her face. It was infectious. She found herself smiling in return
as well. He had such a good smile.
"Phileas,
I am really happy for you. And I am glad that you took this trip. You see in my
profession I've seen that the solution to everyone’s problems is already within
them. There is only a matter of opening up the knots one by one without harming
oneself. And in your case this trip did that for you. I only wish I could
prescribe a trip to Delhi to all of my syncope patients. My life would be so
much easier."
Both
doctor and patient chuckled at that.
They
both knew what this meant. Their sessions here would be soon ending. Not today
or tomorrow, there was still a lot of stuff to work through. They have both
been able to achieve something by their relationship. Something good, and in
today’s wicked world that was something.
Phileas
looked over to the clock at the doctor's desk and said, "I've already took
up a lot of your time, Ms. Sharma. I should get going."
Phileas
smiled happily and got up from his desk, and walked over to the door. Before
twisting the door knob and exiting, he turned to her and said "Thank you,
doctor."
----
Please like my FB page to stay updated on upcoming posts:
No comments:
Post a Comment
Tell me how you felt about this article..