Important Events in Life - Essay Example

 FINAL TOUCH Last Sunday I was dating with NANCY, a six month senior of my College. My first introduction with her was a month before on my way back home in the Rail-station, where she happened to meet one of her friends. She helped me in getting back my travel bag, which got hooked with hers exactly at the moment of the train’s departure. We simply exchanged our phone numbers and left to our own ways. After that I had chances of chatting with her over phone some two or three times. Two weeks before I invited her for a date, which she ceremoniously accepted. Thus, last Sunday we enjoyed much of our time in the Great Park, had frequent refreshments and even she shared her time with me in swimming. She was highly accommodative. During the discourse in a restaurant, I came to know she was in need to pay for her ensuing exam and related papers. In a hilarious moment, I asked her if I could help her. She replied, “No. thanks. I manage”, Around 4P.M, I wished to swim in the Glaaang Swimming Pool inside the Park. On entering into the GSP, I asked her, “How about you, NANCY?” She got into the swimming suit in no time. I found her enjoying this part of the date to her maximum joy. When I left the pool in a few minutes, she expressed her wish to be swimming for some more time. I got out and was drying myself, during when I happened to see a small piece of paper resembling a bank statement protruding from her wallet. Immediately I thought of helping her with surprise. I took a snap in my mobile phone, the front top portion of that bank statement depicting her nick name, bank name and account number. I was not interested in the transaction details. So, I simply kept it back in her vanity bag and closed by when she returned and asked, “What Sam, what do you want in my wallet. “Nothing, I just kept it aside”, I replied. After swimming we went to a shopping mall and spent about three hours. At about 9P.M. we were to depart. Just then I asked her a few minutes more for an ice-cream. Although she said okay, she took a few sip of tea only and offered to pay for this ‘final touch’ in her words. She pronounced ‘final’ in a peculiar slang sounding ‘FINALY’ I was happy returned to my hostel. At around 11.30 in night, I once again thought of helping her and sat on my PC in my room. I simply sent $500 to the bank account via internet banking. Then I forgot everything and my days went in normal course. Some three days later, one Police Inspector intervened in to my reading in the College Library and showed me a photo. “Do you know this gal, Sam?” In that photo I saw a girl in full inebriated state. I curtly replied “No”. “Had you been dating her last Sunday?” he asked in a highly authoritative tone. “I had been dating last Sunday, but not with this girl” I replied decisively. “Sure?” “Yes, my dated girl was not this. Why sir? What happened?” “This girl is no more now” I spelt a formal sorrow by saying, “I see, I am sorry” During this response of me the Inspector almost went in to my eyes. “Ok. Sam, Do you have lap-top?” “No, I have a PC in my room” “Well. I get to you back if needed” The Inspector went. The same evening the Inspector turned up to my room in a casual manner and enquired about my study details. “Oh, this is your PC? Can I send a personal email dear?” I got up leaving the table to him. In a few minutes the Inspector bid good bye and went out. Next morning the local newspaper read: One Bobby was suspected to have been murdered by some one in Crown Bar in her over intoxication. The internet transfer of $500 in to her account led to a guy of College. He does not fall within the suspicion zone, since the log in time of the Internet banking from the PC is exactly the same of her death moment. However, the connection between his lover and Bobby is being probed. FINAL TOUCH IN LIPOGRAM Last week end I was dating with ELINA, a six month senior in the College. The first introduction with her was a month before on going back home in the Rail-station, where she happened to meet one of her friends. She helped me in getting back travel bag of mine, which got hooked with hers at the moment of the train’s departure. We just exchanged our phone numbers and parted After that I had chances of chatting with her over phone some two or three times. Two weeks before I invited her for a date, which she gave ceremonious acceptance. Thus, last week end we spent much of our time in the Great Park, had frequent refreshments and even she shared her time with me in swimming. She was much accommodative. During the discourse in a restaurant, I came to know she was in need of some bucks. Her ensuing exam and related papers were to be paid before month end. In a hilarious moment, I asked her if I could help her. She replied, “No. thanks. I manage”, Around 4P.M, I wished to swim in the Glaaang Swimming Pool inside the Park. On entering into the GSP, I asked her, “How about a swim , ELINA?” She got into the swimming suit in no time. I found her relishing this part of the date to her maximum delight. When I left the pool in a few minutes, she expressed her wish to be swimming for some more time. I got out and was towel-wiping, during when I happened to see a small piece of paper resembling a bank statement protruding from her wallet. At once, I thought of helping her with surprise. I took a snap in the mobile phone, the front top portion of that bank statement depicting her nick name, bank name and account number. I was not interested in the transaction details. So, I just kept it back in her purse and closed. When she returned and asked, “What search is going on Sam?” “Nothing, I just kept it aside”, I replied. After swimming we went to a shopping mall and spent about three hours. At about 9P.M. we were to depart. Just then I asked her a few minutes more for an ice-cream. Although she consented for it, she took a few sip of tea alone and offered to bear for it and said it was for the ‘final touch’ in her words. She pronounced ‘final’ in a peculiar slang sounding ‘FINALIE’ I returned to hostel fulfilling a delightful evening. At around 11.30 in night, I once again thought of helping her and sat before the PC in room. I sent $500 to the bank account via internet banking. After a few hours reading I slept and forgot all. Next morning and the following two mornings were normal. On the fourth morning, one Police Inspector met me in the College Hall and showed me a photo. “Hai, Sam, who’s this girl?” In that photo I saw a girl in full inebriated state. I was curt and replied “No”. “Had date with her last week?” he asked in an authoritative tone. “I had been dating last week end, but not with this girl” I replied in a decisive tone. “Sure?” “Sure, But this girl, I didn’t date.. What happened to this girl Sir?” “This girl is no more now” I spelt a formal sorrow with, “I see” During this response of me the Inspector almost went in to me in his manner of looking at me. “Ok. Sam, what happened to the lap-top?” “Lap-top? No, I have a PC in the room” “Well. I get back if needed” The Inspector went. The same evening the Inspector turned up to our room in a casual manner and enquired about the details of our studies in general. “Oh, this is that PC? Can I send a personal email dear?” I got up leaving the table to him. In a few minutes the Inspector went out. Next morning the local newspaper read: One Bobbie was suspected to have been murdered at Crown Bar in her over intoxication. The internet transfer of $500 in to her account led to a student chap of the College. He does not fall within the suspicion zone, since the log in time of the Internet banking from the PC was the same of her death moment. However, the connection between his lover and Bobbie is being probed. EXPERIENCE OF LIPOGRAM VENTURE: It is an experience of exploration. Writing with some sort of self created constrain is really a thrilling experience. At the first line of this process, I experienced completely the ‘child walk’ sensation. It was very slow to inscribe words with the selected letter being omitted. At one moment I even thought of giving up the whole show. By then, I happened to hear a song in my vernacular. The lyric was so designed that the upper lip and lower lip of the singer did not meet one another throughout the song. This gave me energy to plunge into lipogram venture again. Firstly I decided to write down the event in its original vigor and form, in which I did not apply any constraint of lipogram. Then I gave a final touch to the event with fine tuning of certain rhetoric. Then, I came to a firm determination that this vigor in the depiction should never be lost. Yes. I had crossed exactly half of the river. At this stage I began to pick a suitable vowel to be slaughtered in my lipogram venture. In a first-person depiction of an event, omitting the letter ‘I’ amounts to attempting suicide. More over, I felt Lipogram without vowels is the master’s work of gurus. In case of consonant, S is the oft repeated one in English, without which I can not even think of a sentence. Thus my search for vowel slaughter was diverted to twenty letters of English. (26 – 5 – 1 = 20) Here came the streak. The crucial moment of Nancy pronouncing final touch as ‘finaly touch’ prompted me to cut the ‘y’s out. Thanks to technology. Microsoft word paved a fantastic path for my effort. In the entire story of about 725 words, I found only 65 ‘y’s which was the least. Thus I have written “FINAL TOUCH’ without Y. Read More